#the way he shakes his wrist and his voice breaks like!!! i'm not strong enough for this!!

[forcebookish]

this is the part where i start crying

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.75)

(Sneak Peek)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Getting you home and into the nest proves to be a bit more of a challenge.

Tags: forced caretaking, feral omega's, m/c acts a little violent at the beginning, biting, blood, brief injury, kinda inspection kink if you squint, pre-heat, nudity, cramps, scenting, nesting, mindless fluff, hurt/comfort, omega/omega, possessive behavior, omegaspace, yoongi has slight self-esteem issues, manhandling,

W/c: 8.6k+

A/n: i feel guilty because i had to snip this chapter in half because there was simply too much stuff going on in my life at the moment. on the bright side i will try to get the second part out in one week, and i will also be very drunk at a engagement party when this is posted <3 gotta love that for me. in all honesty although it says 5pm...it will probably be posted a little earlier in the day so...be aware!

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"I don't think her fingers are broken, fuck- do you think Jin would let me take her to the hospital?"

"You just got home Joonie-" Tae whines while Jimin shakes his head, handing over the gauze for Namjoon to wrap it.

"I know but-"

Instead of wiggling your fingers, you flick water in Namjoon's direction. It hits his face with an audible plop. The pack alpha flinches.

The rest of them just stare at you.

Namjoon wipes the water off of his face, slow and intentionally with every movement of his body. No one breathes and no one moves. You sense Namjoon's composure is about to slip. Good- you really want it too.

"See! Pups fine!” You flick water at Namjoon again. Grinning, dopy and so high on heat hormones that you think it is funny how his jaw rolls. Your hand isn't broken even if your knuckles are a little scraped up. Really- you'll be fine. They don't need to act like you're dying.

You try to do it again but Jimin grabs both of your wrists, holding you still. "That is the opposite of helpful." Tae snaps.

"Don't yell at me. I'm too tiny." You say, your voice that. Small.

Namjoon whips his hands on a kitchen cloth slowly. Staring you down without saying anything.

Yoongi runs his teeth over the back of your throat, hard enough that you feel it. He's not sure why you need the release of violence before your heat begins, but you do. Whatever instinct is currently making you act like a brat needs to come out one way or another.

Yoongi would rather it be now than when you're actually in heat.

Jimin and Yoongi keep you in one place as you try to lunge for Namjoon. You barely even jerk in their firm hold. Strong as they are. every one of them has more than half a foot on you, you'd never stand a chance really. Jimin holds you effortlessly- without even breaking a sweat. muscles and veins in his arms hardly flexing.

You want to bite him, teeth and gums aching for it. To feel the give of your alpha's under your teeth, under your claws. To bite and nip and see what he's made of.

It's like Namjoon can see the ache rocking through you, the violence of it in the honey tremble of your body. He cups your face so tenderly, and you almost want to hiss at him. Lip lifting in a soundless snarl. His voice is a gentle hush, a tone you are intimately familiar with.

it's the same tone of voice that has preceded every punishment and scolding you've ever received from the pack alpha. Every time he's ever coaxed you to take his knot (icky) or an orgasm (less icky). As he drags you close and speaks to you. Soft but firm. Gentle but unyielding.

"You are allowed to be needy, you are allowed to be small. You are allowed to need everything and anything and I will personally make sure that each one of those needs are fulfilled."

You snap your teeth at him, trying to bite his hand. He only just gets away. Your teeth brushing his knuckles playfully. You giggle, behind you, Yoongi snorts.

Instantly the pack hold your face, your jaw, not jimin but your mate and tae. Holding your mouth open. Fingers digging into your lower lip. Making your lips push out. You push at them but they hold you still. saliva pooling around a whine as you try to gnash your teeth again but are unsuccessful.

"Cute drooly puppy, so messy. what are we to do with you?" Tae's voice is a lethal purr.

You like it. You like feeling your alpha's strength, your mate's strength. Where they begin and you end. You want to test it want to make sure they can protect you.

For what? You can't say. You think it might have something to do with the terrible sensitivity between your thighs, the bleeding hot need slowly gripping you, a distant storm rumbling. But you're not sure.

"You need to make sure we're capable of protecting you through your heat? is that it pup?"

You whine, needy around Namjoon's fingers.

Tae keeps your mouth open and Namjoon taps his finger against your tongue, your lips, your teeth. Does he like how sharp they are? They feel awfully sharp in your mouth. Good omega, see? You want to tell him. Strong like you. Not a pup.

You don't whine and recoil the way an alpha would at being poked and prodded at. You fight one moment then go pliant the next. Letting him look, letting him touch and pinch your tongue between his fingers, loling it out and making it cute. Tears building at the corner of your eyes by how frustrated you feel, how much you want.

Tae grips your jaw, turning you this way and that, jimin's claws tangle with yours. yoongi digs his teeth into your scent gland, going sweeter and sweeter and sweeter with every moment.

Tae coo's and you hiss at her- or try too. Namjoon's finger pressing against your tongue stops you from doing anything but whine. Saliva pooling to the point where it almost drips, a little gross, but Namjoon's smile is darker, wickeder.

Namjoon strokes your tongue once, twice, and then a third time. Near your gag reflex but just barely. If you want to act like a disobedient pup, he's going to make you work for it.

You are the lowest ranking packmate, you can't expect your anger to be anything remarkable. they all coo at you- at your innocent imitation of your alpha's behavior.

Jimin smiles. agreeing, flashing his teeth at you that actually are sharp- actually could bite. you like them, like him. jimin holds you so well- so firmly you feel it in the small bones of your wrists. any other time you'd say it was uncomfortable, but it makes you leak slick, just a little. you know they can smell it.

"Cute little omega, acting like an alpha." Namjoon's thigh is between your legs, and you try and grind down on it. He stops you, holding your hips firm. You can't move more than a millimeter without one of them stopping you.

"No, none of that pup. If you want it you'll ask nicely, and you'll ask Jinnie first. I know you can be good."

But you don't want to be good, you want to fight.

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Coming Saturday September 28th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments below)

[leviismybby]

"Break my bed.."

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

nsfw 18+, mdni, rough sex, filth as always

Levi was never much of a gentleman, he was never too good or too bad for people but he was perfect for you. He was everything you wanted, even in moments like these, where he is rough because he is mad, not at you, at the world. Often, he keeps his emotions to himself, that's not a good thing because when they pile up like this and explode....he loses control in pleasure.

Your moans echo through the room as Levi pounds roughly into your heat, your hips up in the air, face buried in the pillow. He enjoyed this sight of you, the love bites on your back, your sweaty skin and messy hair from overstimulation, Levi will never get enough of you. His hand pulls your hair harshly, he slaps your ass. "I love how obedient you are for me, good girl." He lets go of your hair and you fall back down onto the pillow.

"Fuck Levi! Slow down-" You beg as you feel your navel get tighter and tighter with each of his thrusts. "Slow down? You told me to break your bed and that's what I am going to do." You did tell him that but you didn't that he would actually be this committed in doing so. The strong grip on your hips isn't loosening, he starts to pound into you harder, faster, loving the whimpers that leave your lips.

Your hands grip the sheets, his cock is deep in you, you feel like your legs are about to give out but Levi holds you up by your hips, making sure you feel all of him. It won't be long before you'll read your peak and Levi knows it, his hips start to slow down exactly when they don't need to. "Cumming again hmm? Cute." You can hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice before he starts to fuck you in the same restless pace as before.

Just like he wanted, the bed starts to move with each slam of his hips, the creaking sound of wood reaches his ears only giving him more motivation. "There..I'll fuck you so hard. I will break it and then buy you a new one, princess" Oh the way his voice drops so low was enough to push you over the age, your pussy started to clench on him making Levi hiss. "Such a good cunt. So perfect." Despite his rough handling of you, he has to praise you, it wouldn't be fair otherwise.

"Mhh...mhhh cumming...Levi...I'm cumming.." You moan, biting into the pillow when his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, his cock pounding you faster than before. That was it, it's what took for your legs to start shaking and your stomach to turn inside out as you came on his length. "There you go, princess. Let me fill you up, you deserve it." His voice is almost whiney as he says it before cumming deep inside of you, his cum dripping put of your pussy down on the white sheets below.

But there's a problem, your bed is still intact and Levi can't have that, so he turns your body around, spreads your legs and gets in between them. "Another..round?" You pant breathlessly, unsure of why you even asked as Levi slams back into you without another word. "The fuck you think?" He says, thrusting inside of you as you're legs wrap around him.

Both of you are sweaty and the sheets are dirty but Levi doesn't care about the mess, not now. He takes your hands and pins your wrists above your head with one hand, his other hand holds your headband as he fucks you senseless. Your mouth is wide open, quiet moans of his name escaping them. Only Levi knows how to make you like this, fuck you so good that you can't even talk anymore.

The bed slammed against the wall with each of Levi's merciless snaps into your wetness. Your pussy was swollen and you felt a little sore but you didn't want him to stop, he makes you feel like you're on could nine. "Ohh fuck princess, you're getting tight.."

The sweat from his wet hair drips onto your skin, your eyes glued on the veins that are visible on his arm from how strong his grip on the headboard is. Letting go of your hands, he grabs the wood with his other hand too, making the bed shake under you even more.

You grab onto his hips as soon as your hands are free, passionately moving your hips with his. His thrusts have slowed down but they are still hard, your back arches when you feel him hit your cervix, the mixture of pain and pleasure creating the erotic feeling that will surely make you cum soon again.

"You're so fucking naughty aren't you, princess? Making me fuck you hard like this..." He looks at you as he moves, admiring your face which tells him that you're close. Your warm walls clamp down on him and Levi lets out a growl, he stops his movements for a second. "Remember..." He leans down a little closer, still holding onto the bed. "You asked for this."

He starts to fuck you so hard that his thrusts send shocks down your spine, the wood stats to crack, it's going to break soon if he doesn't stop and you know that he won't. Each of his snaps hit your deep spot, making you moan loudly. He has ever fucked you like this and you're far from complaining.

"I can't...Levi! I can't anymore!" You whine as your fingers scrape down his back, you feel his muscles under your fingertips. This is what you needed, it's what you asked for and you're getting it now. "Oh fuck yeah...cum for me princess, fucking cum for me.." And he doesn't have to say it twice as white pleasure washes all over your body and you cum again.

Levi doesn't stop moving, he is still going until the bed breaks beneath you both, the headboard he was holding on, cracked from his powerful grip. "Shit shit...oh fuck!" He moans as he fills you up with his seed, he fucks you through his orgasm until finally, falling on top of you.

"Damn..." You whisper as you trace his back with your fingertips. "You really did break my bed..."

"I told you already." He looks at you. "I'll always give you anything you ask for."

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[prettyboykatsuki]

Does methinks have more thoughts on alpha togame they'd like to share?

tags for gender neutral + afab!reader (no mention of specific secondary sex but they can smell togames scent), dubcon (just out of rut shennanigans), mean togame, rough sex, omegaverse fuckery, a mention of face-fucking 18+

SO GLAD U ASKED ANON...

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Togame tells you about his rut two full weeks in advance and makes a point to emphasize that you're not allowed to see him.

He never tells you no, though sometimes he likes to pretend. His immediate, firm rejection of spending time together during his rut strikes you as odd. Even more, he's being totally unreasonable by refusing to explain to you. You try not to take it heart because Togame is by all other means, perfect. And the way he lets you down is the same as always - kind, relaxed playful. Tells you it's not a big deal but still.

Still. It's unusually serious and worries you all the same.

He won't explain why he can't be with you during his ruts either, doesn't bother with the details and smooths past it when youpry. You snoop around Shishitoren searching for answers, but every member who's been with Togame long enough to know just gives you wide eyes and dodges your question. Choji answers you after some prying, with a wide toothed smile and a shake of his head.

"He's not really himself," And then a little kinder. "He's probably just worried about doing something bad to you. His ruts are kinda scary."

If Choji is saying so, you can't help but believe it's true. Still, Togame is your partner and he's always good to you, albeit a little difficukt. It feels like the least you can do is to be with him through it so he doesn't have to go through it by himself. You try arguing with him but he's always firm, even jokes he'll lock you out of his apartment if you show up.

It's maybe a bad idea for you to go over, but you can't help it. It's the first time he's been in rut in your relationship and the thought of him being by himself troubles you. So you go, you even bring things he might need.

You can immediately feel the suffocating, oppressive air when you arrive to his apartment. It's so strong it makes your skin prickle regardless of your sensitivity to pheromones. They practically seep under the door, make the hairs on your neck stand. A signal to danger, telling you to run while you're ahead.

But you're stubborn, so you stay and ring the door bell. It takes a few times before Togame really answers.

The first thing you notice is how different he looks. His hair is down and his glasses are off and his expression is... hard to describe. Dilated pupils, heaving breaths - something wild about him you rarely see, not even in fights. You remember what Choji says about him not being himself and decide it's accurate. Togame barely looks like himself.

"Why're you..." He shakes his head, covering his face with his hand to cover his nose. "Go home. Now."

You're being stubborn, but it's frustrating. "Let me in. I just want to to help you—"

"Go home. I'm saying this for you. Go."

It's petulant but you shake your head and frown. "I'm not going home."

He gives you a long look, scrubbing a hand over his face. His scent gets stronger, intoxicating - makes you lungs feel hot and your chest tight. You let out a shaky little breath and cross your arms. It takes a minute before you feel yourself be tugged forward. It happens too quickly for you to make any sense of it. Your bag is dropped onto the ground, back pushed against the door while Togame pins your wrists between his hands.

His voice is thick, lacking his usual bravado. "Don't be stubborn and go home." He says, the force of his grip getting tighter as if to drive in his point. "I'm hanging on by a fucking thread right now,"

"I'll be fine," You make sure to meet his eyes. "It's fine even if you hurt me. I'm not gonna break into a million pieces. I'm here willingly because I love you,"

He laughs. There's something caustic to it. "You're really have a talent for testing my patience."

You can feel the threads of his control snap when Togame finally kisses you. It's rough, more teeth than lip - a harsh clattering, a desire to dominate that bleeds itself into the gesture. He rarely reveals so much of his desire towards you with so little coaxing.

His scent is so thick you cant breathe. It's oppressive, washes away your own with no remorse. Your pressed so squarely into the wall there's nowhere for you to go, nowhere to run now even if you wanted too. The fabric of your clothes tears like paper under his grip, leaves you gasping as he grips you. It's bruising and quick, makes your heart hammer half-way between fear and full blown lust.

His voice is muddled with animalistic need but the words - his convictions are spoken with unmistakable clarity. "I won't go easy on you." Another nip, a bite - a harsh hand coming down on your ass that makes you yelp. "I'll fuck you until you cry and make you wish you ran away. Even then, you won't get any sympathy from me."

True to his word, Togame shows you no mercy. He fucks you right at is doorway with your face pressed to the wood and makes you squirt on his welcome mat. Fucks you with a leg up in the entrance to his living room, pinning you down even when you want to run away. His entire house ends up soiled before you even make it the bedroom - cum dripping on his counters, saliva from face-fucking you staining his couch. He fucks you up against a window and holds you up while he does it once - telling you his neighbors are going to see if you don't cum on his cock fast enough.

By the time you get to his room, your whole body is throbbing from all you've endured. You catch a glimpse of yourself in his mirror and you're covered in bitemarks and hickies. Too fucked out in a daze, Togame is still relentless. Still hard after cumming in you so many times and still with enough energy to pin your knees up - fucking you with your spine at an angle with just as much aggression as before.

He's barely sober enough to collect himself when your gazes meet for the first time in a while.

He smiles at you and it should be scary but it arouses you instead. "My ruts last days," He tells you, meeting your mouth in a sloppy kiss - through drool and sweat "Let's do out best together."

You can barely breathe, nodding in a daze as you resign yourself to fate

[little-annie]

Catching up on my @strangerthingswritersguild prompts today

T (Mentions of blood and dying) | WC 711 | Steddie

Like wildfire above, the sky dances in the colour of flames between the blackened clouds. Bright and blinding with every flash of lightning and every strike of energy into the ground. The thunder rolls and the monsters roar and where flesh was ripped from bone, Eddie burns.

“Look at me.”

A voice comes faintly through the constant whorl in Eddie's ears. Bat wings, and screeching, screaming cries from Satan's own spawn.

The fuckers.

He'll die because of them.

“Eddie, god dammit look at me.”

That same voice breaks into his consciousness again, though with this time accompanied by a strong jerking grip to Eddie's jaw. With force his head is turned and his gaze is pulled away from the blackness it'd been staring into. 

Somehow, some time he was moved from the heap of gore that was himself and a pile of Demobats that surrounded him. No longer laying in a pool of his own blood, but now prompt upright with the bite of bark to his back and the dampness of a forest floor beneath him.

In front of him is the bruised, battered and bloody face of Steve Harrington.

Even in his dying moments Eddie thinks Steve's beautiful.

“You're going to be okay.”

And delusional apparently.

There's no way he's going to be okay. 

Eddie accepted as much, what felt like hours ago.

He'll die here in hell and they'll leave him here to rot. 

It'll be better that way.

Less dead-weight to lug around and drag through whatever portal they can manage to find.

At least Steve's hazel eyes are the last thing he'll see.

The grip on his jaw squeezes tighter and Steve repeats himself giving Eddie's head a small, sharp shake. “You're going to be okay.”

Eddie wheezes a breath and his lungs feel weak.

“You ever had stitches before?” Steve asks 

Furrowing his brow, Eddie nods, thinking of that time he was dicking around in the scrap yard and ended up catching his leg on a stray piece of metal.

“Good.” Steve nods, “Good. I'm going to stitch you up, okay?”

Eddie's about to protest, but thinks it's pointless, a waste breath just as the stitches will be a waste of perfectly good medical equipment.

They don't need to use it on him.

He's still looking at Steve. Watching the way his eyes roam and his nose scrunches and the gash above his brow continues to bleed. 

His eyes look glassy.

“Tell me.” Steve says, begs nearly, “Come on. Say it. Say, ‘I'll be okay.’”

Those beautiful hazel eyes search Eddie's with a sort of desperation. 

God he can't lie to Steve.

He can't bear to disappoint him either.

With a cough and a sputter, Eddie wheezes, tries his fucking hardest to do as Steve says.

“I-” he coughs up what he's sure is blood, reaching forward to brace himself holding Steve's wrist, “I'll… be okay.”

Staring at Eddie's lips for much longer than necessary, Steve grits his teeth and without so much as a breath of notice Eddie feels Steve's lips crashing into his.

It's fast and urgent. Tasting of copper and the spoils of war.

But it too gives Eddie a goddamn will to live.

He tries to lean into the sensation even more but quickly Steve pulls away, replacing his lips what to Eddie's tongue feels like a fucking stick.

What the fuck?

“Bite.” Steve instructs, harsh and demanding, digging in a backpack that's been thrown down by his side.

Soon enough there's what looks to be alcohol, and needle and thread in Steve's one hand.

*Bite* Eddie remembers, feeling the warmth of his own drool pool around the stick in his mouth. 

*Bite*

Responding to Eddie's silence Steve looks up. “Harder.” He instructs, “It's going to hurt and we don't need you screaming so loud that whatever the fuck is out there can find us.”

He wants to ask about the kiss. The there and gone press of Steve's lips to his own. Mostly he just wants to know why. Why now? Why him? Why in the hell here of all places?

But Eddie bites down harder instead.

He can ask those questions later.

He'll be okay.

Steve reminds him of as much again as the first stitch pierces his skin.

[intoanotherworld23]

At His Mercy

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT NSFW 18+ ONLY, this one shot contains use of a sex toy, use of vibrator, denial of orgasm, mentions of sex, swear words

Length: 1091 words

Summary: Joel decides to teach you a hard lesson when he overhears a conversation between you and his brother

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Imagine him pulling out a vibrator instead of a knife in this GIF cause that’s what I did! Tag list is open for Pedro! Hearts, reblogs and comments are highly encouraged and appreciated! Enjoy everyone! XOXO

"Joel please." You begged from the bed the handcuffs digging into your skin.

Joel was standing at the foot of the bed watching your every move. Your wrists bound to the head board. A vibrator stuffed in between your legs at high volume. Your moans filling the room along with the buzzing of the vibrator.

“What’s that sweetheart?”

Your attitude towards him had gotten on his last nerve, and now he was punishing you. The punishment was not being able to cum. Which was kind of your fault, but still he didn't have push you like this.

"Joel fuck please I'm sorry." You whined tugging at the restraints.

“I don’t know if I believe you.” Clicking his tongue.

“God Joel please I’m begging you.”

He wasn't breaking though. That man was determined to not give in, and stay strong not letting you release.

"No. I let you cum so many times the other night but that wasn't good enough." His voice stern and rough.

Joel overheard you talking to Tommy of all people about your sex life. Confessing to his brother that he only lets you orgasm once or twice, and that it wasn’t enough for you. That you wanted more from him, and he wasn’t exactly satisfying you.

Of course Joel was furious about this, but then came up with his own plan to get back at you. Instead of fighting or arguing with you he would do things his own way. Then you would learn to appreciate how many times he lets your orgasm.

“You look so fucking good like this baby.” His eyes drifting up and down your body.

Your head back against the pillow desperate to cum. Legs shaking with need, and arms becoming tired from being held up for what felt like hours. Your juices probably soaking the vibrator. He just continued to watch and stare at you.

The vibrator was buzzing inside of your pussy, making the most filthiest of noises. It made your cheeks heat up, but turned you on even more at the same time. Your walls welcoming it and refusing to let it go.

"Fuck if only you could see yourself." He groaned as his eyes looked your trembling body up and down.

As if that wasn't torture enough he decided to thrust the vibrator inside of you. Moving it slowly in and out of you not plunging it deeply enough. Your screams not echoing throughout the room. Your back now arching off the bed.

"Fuck." You squealed your body gyrating with the toy.

Your pussy clenching around the toy trying to make yourself cum. Moving your hips along his movements hoping to get a better angle. Your sweet release so close, but yet so far away from you.

When Joel saw what you were doing he stopped thrusting the toy inside of you making you groan. He just smirked at your shaking and sweaty body writhing on the bed. Joel was tempted to give in, but he was enjoying this too much.

“Not so fast sweetheart. Think your so clever don’t ya?”

Looking at him your saw he was trying to restrain himself. His pants were forming a tent and his body language screamed lust and desire. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

All he wanted was to ravish your sweaty body that was begging for him. He had to remember that this was your punishment.

Your mind was swirling with all type of feelings and thoughts. You tried imagining it was Joel’s cock inside you. Remember the feeling of how good it felt when he was pounding into you. Your thighs clenching at the memory of everytime he would fuck you into oblivion.

Your legs bending hoping maybe you could move the toy on your own. Joel could tell what you were attempting to do this time, and placed his hands on your legs keeping them flat. It wasn't enough and you wanted more and he knew that.

"Do you want to cum baby?" His tone mocking but you couldn't help but nod tears pricking at your eyes.

You were so desperate to have that familiar feeling over take you. Whimpering and whining like a desperate animal, but all Joel did was smirk at how pathetic you looked.

"Do you wanna cum baby?" He teased you as he pushed the vibrator deep inside of you keeping it there making you squeal. "Bet your squeezing this toy so tightly."

Unable to form words to speak you just kept nodding your head pleading with him. Without saying a word he walked over to the right side of the bed.

His hand reached down, and you thought he was going back to thrust the vibrator inside of you. Closing your eyes as you waited for the feeling to happen, but instead nothing happened.

Instead his fingers attached themselves to the little bundle of nerves that was aching. Rubbing figure eights which caused your body to twitch. Closing your legs on instinct as his hands pushed them wide open.

“Ugh uh baby keep those legs open for me like a good girl.”

Your stomach was tightening with how close you were getting to orgasm. The sweat was just beading on your forehead. Feeling your legs start to slowly shake at the sudden overly sensitive stimulation.

"Joel please fuck. I need to cum." Your voice shaky and desperate to cum.

Tears were running down your cheek unable to take anymore of this teasing. He just had this shit eating grin on his face. A lump forming in your throat as you tried to swallow the saliva in your mouth.

Not saying anything his hand gripping the vibrator and thrusted it into harder this time. Toes curling against the sheets, and your hands gripping onto the restraints feeling yourself get on edge.

“Let it all go baby. That’s a good girl just like that.”

Your head leaning far back against the pillow, and closing your eyes relinquishing in the feeling. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders. It was the best feeling in the world right now to you.

A couple more thrusts and you felt yourself squeezing the vibrator drenching it in your fluids. Your body tired from the sexual torture Joel had put your through. Your chest heaving up and down trying to catch your breath.

"Maybe this will teach you to appreciate how many times I let you cum." He whispered into your ear giving your neck soothing kisses before taking the restraints off.

[lucky-lucky-duck]

Forget You, Forget-Me-Not

A continuation based on a reply to my Vaga Snapshot post that i'm writing between cram sessions. The semester ends in 2 days and I'm dying, but it's fine. c: Everything is fine. c: I'm gonna start on the matchup in a couple days when my load lightens, this is just a late night creative outlet for stress c':

Leo Kurosagi x Vagastrom Ghoul Reader (2nd person pov and gender neutral)

Leo goes too far in an argument, and I'll fill this out tomorrow. For now, it's sad. Reader nearly gives up on braking the curse causing the people around them to slowly forget they exist. Fuck I'm tired

Morning edit - I fixed a couple of spelling mistakes, but the description made me laugh so it stays. I'm still fucking tired.

"I'm passing the phone to a No-Name NPC who is so unremarkable that the faculty evaluators actually forgot they existed."

You're ignoring him. It's been four days, and you've barely said a word to anyone, but everyone knows that Leo is somehow the culprit.

It doesn't really matter, you think with dull amusement. Sho and Alan had both been out at the time; the only witnesses to your humiliation were you, Leo, and the general students. Leo's too busy trying to bait you into argument to gloat about his win to the others, and you aren't about to tell them yourself.

The general students are a non-issue, too. Most of them struggle to remember your name most days, they're not about to suddenly start remembering gossip about you.

The thing is, you've had fights with Leo before. Hell, fighting with Leo has something of a hobby to you once you started sharing a living space with him. There's just something about him that brings out the worst in you. The vicious snake-like part, that coils up with anticipation and prepares to strike when you see Leo enter the room. You used to think of it as something that you both secretly look forward to, once the vitriol died down and your metaphorical fight-to-the-death turned into elementary-school bullying.

He's never brought up your curse like that before. It's been tit-for-tat, both of you giving just as good as you get. It's supposed to be fun.

You squash the pang of longing in your chest with snarled anger, only to be drenched in an icy kind of apathy. There are lines both of you choose not to cross these days (you were under that impression at the time, at least.), and the waning acknowledgment of your existence had definitely been one of them. Christ, you didn't exactly pour salt onto Leo's obvious abandonment wounds during these fights, did you?

"What did Leo do to you?" Sho's voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" Your voice scrapes lifelessly as you meet his eyes with a small, strained grin.

"Really? Then what, you've been moping around the dorms the past few days because you enjoy the smell of sweat and motor oil?"

"You know me, can't get enough of the ol' sugar and spice." The attempted banner falls flat as you make to slip around him and head for your dorm at the end of the hall, only to be held in place with a single strong hand on your wrist. "You ever tried shake weights?"

"Stop," he shuts down your distraction. "You know he's a rat bastard, right? You can't take what he says personally. We're going to find a way to break the curse."

So, Leo told Sho what happened after all, has he?

Sho's words slow to a stop when he notices the dead-eyes and scowl that have overtaken your forceful nonchalance from earlier.

"I wasn't lying, I'm not angry at Leo for what he said to me," Apart from the fact that you kind of are. "He wasn't exactly wrong."

"Shut up already!" You don't turn your head to look at Leo as he appears in the corridor. Figures he would listen in on a private conversation. It's probably him who sent Sho to find you in the first place. Bastards.

In the end, the choice is made for you, and a new set of hands grip your shoulders, yanking you face-to-face with the person you wanted to see least.

"Are you telling me I've been wasting my time on someone this fucking pathetic?" The words would hurt more if the expression on Leo's face were less desperate. If anyone looks pathetic here, it's him. "Of course. You would be willing to sit back and watch as you sink into irrelevance, wouldn't you? If that's what you want, fine." It's funny how adept you've become at interpreting Leo's mannerisms after all of the fighting.

For all of the accusations and insults, the only thing you see in front of you is a hissing kitty cat desperately trying to make amends in the only way it knows how. It's a shit apology, but... Leo isn't the type to put on this type of fit unless he feels threatened and cornered, and, as far as you are aware, the only threat being posed at the moment is you walking away from him.

Your bar sure has sunk low these days, yikes.

"That would probably hurt more if you weren't still gripping my shoulders like we're in a steamy novel. Do you have fantasies of pinning me down often?" You're promptly shoved away and insulted once more, free to turn back and walk back toward your dorm without sparing either boy behind you a glance.

As you prepare yourself for bed, you notice the ache in your chest loosening just enough to let you breath deeply. If just for tonight, you'll fall asleep free from the fear that tomorrow will be the day you finally wake up as a stranger.

[awkward-walking-potato]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests for Deadpool and I thought it be super funny if he met a reader who could keep up with him (weird inappropriate comments/ humor/ pop culture references) minus the 4th wall breaks ofc.

If this isn't up your alley feel free to ignore this, ty 🖤

Killing Me Softly

I hope you enjoy ☺️

The warehouse was dark, damp, and perfect for an old-school showdown. Deadpool swaggered in, humming the theme from Mission: Impossible, pistols twirling in his hands like a kid who found his mom's nunchucks and figured out that laundry day was a myth. He scanned the shadows for his target, the very high-profile CEO of a very high-profile company that no one cared about. His orders were clear: terminate with extreme prejudice. Or, at the very least, with a strong dislike.

But instead of the balding businessman cowering behind a crate, he found something else. Or rather, someone else.

“Hey there, Red,” a voice purred from behind a stack of crates. A woman stepped out, dressed in sleek black leather, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her outfit screamed "I'm here to kick ass," but the smirk on her lips whispered "and maybe take names if I feel like it."

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Catwoman’s cooler cousin,” Deadpool quipped, cocking his head to the side. “Let me guess: you’re here to pick up my leftovers? Sorry, but I don’t share my Happy Meals, even if they come with a toy.”

She laughed, a sound that danced between sultry and psychotic. “Sorry, Red, but I’ve got dibs on the target tonight. And if you don’t step aside, I might have to take you out instead.”

Deadpool’s mask crinkled as he grinned beneath it. “Oh, I’m shaking in my combat boots. Really. You sure you can handle this much Deadpool? I’m like Taco Bell at 2 a.m.—a lot to digest and with a real kick on the way out.”

She twirled a knife between her fingers, eyes narrowing. “I’ve handled worse. Besides, aren’t you a little old for the whole ‘merc with a mouth’ shtick? I thought the red was just to hide the gray hairs.”

“Ouch, right in the ego!” Deadpool clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back a step. “But baby, this mouth is still as fresh as morning breath after a night of garlic bread and Netflix. And this face? Well, it’s why I wear the mask. Wouldn’t want you falling for me too hard before we even have our first death match.”

She raised an eyebrow. “First? Honey, I’m aiming to make it our last. Unless you’re into that whole ‘till death do us part’ thing. You strike me as the clingy type.”

Deadpool shrugged, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Only when it comes to chimichangas and Hugh Jackman’s biceps. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not the guy who buys flowers after the first fight. I’m the guy who leaves you a ‘sorry I tried to kill you’ card. Hallmark doesn’t make those, but they should.”

She rolled her eyes, finally lunging forward with the grace of a panther. Deadpool sidestepped her attack, spinning around to face her as she whipped a leg toward his head. He ducked, blocking her next punch with his forearm.

“Nice moves. Did you learn those in a ballet class, or are you just naturally graceful?” he teased, grabbing her wrist and twisting it just enough to throw her off balance.

She flipped over his arm, landing on her feet like a cat. “Funny, I was just about to ask if you got your fighting style from an old Jackie Chan movie, or if you’re just winging it.”

“Why choose?” Deadpool replied, spinning on his heel to deliver a roundhouse kick. She blocked it, the impact reverberating up his leg, but she didn’t flinch.

Their dance continued, the sound of their clashes filling the warehouse. Each strike was met with a quip, each dodge with a flirtatious grin. It was like foreplay with more bruises and less wine.

“Hey, how about we call a truce?” Deadpool suggested as he caught her wrist again, their faces inches apart. “You, me, a bottle of tequila, and some nachos? We can watch Die Hard and argue about whether it’s a Christmas movie. Spoiler: it totally is.”

She smirked, twisting out of his grip and pressing a knife to his throat. “Tempting, but I think I’ll take my chances finishing you off first. Though I do have to admit, you’ve got a way with words. Ever consider a career in romance novels?”

Deadpool froze, then slowly raised his hands in surrender. “Well, this took a turn. But, since I’m a gentleman and all, I should warn you—if you’re gonna slice my throat, be prepared for a lot of red. And not the romantic kind. More like ‘OMG, what did we do to the rug’ kind.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. “Noted. But how about we skip the throat slitting and go straight to dessert? I’m more of a ‘death by chocolate’ kind of girl.”

Deadpool blinked. “Are you… are you flirting with me? Because I gotta say, it’s working. But I’m contractually obligated to kill your boss, so…”

“Contractually obligated to kick your ass,” she countered, though the knife hadn’t moved an inch.

“Touché.” He slowly lowered his hands, his fingers brushing against her wrist, almost gently. “Tell you what, you let me finish my job, I’ll give you a head start on your next gig. Maybe even throw in some pointers—how to out-Deadpool the Deadpool. Could be fun.”

She tilted her head, considering it. “And here I thought you weren’t the sharing type.”

“I’m a man of mystery. Keeps things spicy. Besides,” he added, winking under his mask, “I wouldn’t mind having a nemesis who can keep up with my banter. Makes the whole killing-each-other thing way more interesting.”

She chuckled, finally lowering the knife. “Deal. But don’t expect me to go easy on you next time, Red.”

Deadpool stepped back, giving her a mock bow. “Wouldn’t dream of it, darling. Until we meet again—same time, different corpse?”

She sheathed her knife and backed away, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. “Looking forward to it. Don’t miss me too much, Deadpool.”

As she disappeared into the shadows, Deadpool couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Oh, I definitely won’t. But I might just send a postcard.”

He turned toward his original target, whistling as he went. “Now, where were we? Ah, right. Extreme prejudice…”

The end. (Or is it?)

[starlightiing]

Landoscar 🖤 for the kissing thing 🙏😘 absolutely adore ur writing

-rubywings

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation - Landoscar

@rubywingsracing

Sorry this took so long, I have been actively fighting my brain in a 1v1 WWE smackdown or something like that. I hope this is okay <3 And thank you so much, I'm so glad you like my fics!! <333 I decided since I probably won't ever write this fic as a whole, I'd at least get a snippet out of the 'Young Forever' idea. Based on THIS SONG by the ready set. specifically the lines 'the beat of the drums keeps us alive' / 'tonight will last forever 'till our bodies drop' Basic info: music keeps them alive. If the music stops for one of them, it's tied into their heartbeat and so their heart will stop in tandem. They need to be around speakers playing music or have headphones in playing music at all times or they die.

"It stopped. It - It stopped." Lando's voice is so desperate and tiny, his breaths following in short, staccato bursts that sound almost deafening to Oscar's ears. The fear written into Lando's features would be enough to break anyone's heart.

It completely shatters Oscar's.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Oscar soothes, reaching out to place a gentle hand against Lando's cheek. Lando's skin is warm and buzzing, an electricity that Oscar can feel tingling in the tips of his fingers, running along highways of veins and capillaries until it reaches his heart. "It was only for a second. Nothing bad happened to me."

Lando shakes his head feverishly, curls bouncing every which way. Oscar watches as Lando's throat constricts, the flutter of his carotid pulse all too obvious in the hollow space between his collarbones. His heartbeat is fast, almost too fast, and it makes something unpleasant stir in Oscar's own chest. Seeing Lando like this is far more devastating than he ever could have imagined.

"It stopped. The music stopped." Lando says again, more incessantly, as his wide eyes come to rest in a deadlock with Oscar's gaze. "Your heart-"

"Didn't stop." Oscar finishes helpfully, unwilling to let the vicious storm of 'what ifs' and 'could haves' take Lando away from him. "It's still going. See?"

Oscar slides his hand down from Lando's cheek and uses it to instead grab one of Lando's trembling wrists. Delicately, he brings Lando's hand up to rest on his own chest, pressing the palm in against the curve of his sternum where his heart is beating at a steady, strong pace.

He knows the moment Lando feels his heartbeat, because those beautiful eyes, those goddamn eyes he loves so much, fill to the brim with tears.

"Oh, fuck." Lando gasps out, his voice trembling far worse than his hands. Oscar swallows thickly, watching the series of complex emotions that flicker across Lando's face. "Oscar. Fuck."

"It's okay," Oscar whispers, leaning in to press their foreheads together. Lando's fingers have curled up protectively in the space above Oscar's heart, almost as if he's trying to claw into Oscar's chest. "I'm here."

The hitch in Lando's breath makes Oscar's stomach churn. Tears begin to slip down Lando's cheeks - slowly, not in abundance, and Oscar wishes he could snap his fingers and take Lando's pain and fear away. He knows if the roles could reverse, he would be just as scared to have nearly lost Lando like that. To be milliseconds away from losing his sunlight, his moonlight, his starlight? Perhaps he would be even less composed. Perhaps he would not be composed at all.

"I love you." Lando says, before leaning and pressing his lips desperately against Oscar's. Oscar sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, tiling his head as he kisses Lando back just as desperately, like this is his lifeline and not the godforsaken music that forces his heart to keep on beating.

"I love you too." Oscar utters softly against Lando's lips as they break apart. "So much. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"Okay."

If Lando turns the music up in his headphones later that night, Oscar doesn't say a word.

[littlemissaddict]

Unwanted - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Losing her friends at a house party she goes in search of them only to bump into Andy from the basketball team who gets a little too handsy.

Word Count: 1946

Warnings: Unwanted sexual advances, forced kisses, forced touching, sexual assault

This was not how she'd planned for the night to go. It was only meant to be a couple of people around Steve's house for a drink but when she'd turned up it was as if the whole senior year of school was there despite him already graduating. For the most part, she'd managed to keep to herself, standing on the side lines with Robin and Vickie, nursing the same drink she'd had for the last hour. Somewhere after that though she'd managed to lose the two of them in the mansion that was Steve's house.

She'd gone looking for them or anyone she knew really, especially knowing what some of the jocks could be like when they found a girl alone. She really wished Eddie had come with her because he would have stayed by her side all night but he'd already had a gig booked for the night with his band so that meant he was unavailable.

Still searching as she rounded a corner, she came face to face with none other than Andy from the basketball team who smiled menacingly the moment he saw her, "Now what would a pretty thing like you be doing here all by yourself?" 

"I'm not" she stated, doing her best to try and squeeze past him but he stepped to the side and blocked her path, chuckling lowly.

"I don't think I've seen your freak boyfriend here tonight, has he finally had enough of you?" he mocked, interrupting her protests by gripping her arm tight and pushing her up against the wall, "Shall I show you what it's like to be with a real man?" he asked, chuckling at the way she squirmed as she tried to break free of his hold. Realising that he was too strong for her, she started to shout for help but Andy clasped his hand over her mouth, "No need for that sweetheart, besides the music's too loud for anyone to hear anyway" he scolded with a shake of his head.

Her eyes started to fill with tears as he stared down at her, the one hand that he placed over her mouth to stop her from yelling out was removed and began to explore her body as the other one continued to hold her in place she pleaded with him to stop. He took no notice, instead opting to push his luck and try and push the hem of her skirt up her legs but her free hand was quick to slap his hands away. Although he didn't take kindly to that, "You little bitch!" he spat, reaching for her hands and pinning them to the wall above her head as the tears began to flow freely now as she realised that she'd have no chance to escape unless someone she knew came to her rescue.

Before she could even process what was happening, Andy had his body pressed against hers and with her hands still held above her head and was kissing her or trying to as she kept trying to turn her face from him. Being this close to him she could smell the alcohol on his breath but that didn't excuse his actions so as one last attempt to free herself from him she brought her leg up, kneeing him hard between the legs. His whole body crumpled forward as his hold on her slipped as she dashed away from him but even in his drunken state, he was still too quick for her as he grabbed hold of her wrist as she tried to flee.

"No no no please let go" she babbled, still trying to fight him just as Steve rounded the corner, easily noticing her tears and the way her clothes were all ruffled and it didn't take him long to put together what was just occurring moments before,

"What the fuck is going on here?" His voice was enough for Andy to let go of her and she collapsed against Steve's chest, tears of relief mixed in with those already flowing as he wrapped a protective arm around her.

"The little slut was asking for it" Andy spat, though there wasn't as much bite to his words and she didn't know if it was because Steve was there or if it was because he was in pain, she hoped it was the latter.

"I'd watch you're mouth if I was you because if I don’t beat the crap out of you, Eddie sure as hell will" Steve threatened, watching as Andy stood up to his full height, looking as if he was getting ready for a fight until Steve spoke again, "Now get the fuck out of my house"

Cautiously Steve led her into one of the empty rooms, asking for someone to grab Robin for him. He sat down on the bed, pulling her to sit at the side of him as he wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders so that she could pull away if she didn't want it because god knows she'd had enough unwanted touch tonight.

"Shit what's going on, is she alright?" Robin's voice flowed into the room, frantic but then softening as she knelt on the floor in front of her as she was still huddled up against Steve's side.

"Long story, what time is it?" Steve brushed her questions away; he'd tell her later because they had more important things to worry about right now like making sure she was okay and somehow managing to get a hold of Eddie who was now hopefully at home.

"A little after twelve, do we need to call someone to take her home?" Robin asked Steve though it was her that answered as she pulled away from him even if it was only momentary before she melted back into the familiar comfort he brought, comfort that was only second to the comfort that she needed right now from Eddie.

"No not home, Eddie please, he should be home now and I-I need to tell him that I didn't want it, he has to know" she pleaded eyes wide as she looked up at Steve, the guilt beginning to eat away at her that someone else other than her boyfriend had kissed her and touched her despite it not being her choice for it to happen.

Steve nodded, urging Robin with a nod of his head to do as she asked. Robin left the room quickly, Vickie following in her wake and leaving her alone with Steve once again. “You know this is not your fault, Andy’s a prick and nothing ever gave him the right to do that to you” he says, doing his best to try to comfort her. He had seen the panic in her eyes when she had asked for Eddie, he could only imagine how her mind would be spiralling as to how Eddie would react but little did he know that the only thought running through her mind was that she had cheated on him. She had been kissed by someone else and she was afraid that Eddie would be mad at her and break up with her which is why she wanted him, wanted to tell him what had happened and hoped that he believed her.

When she voiced these fears to Steve, his heart broke at how broken she sounded. “Hey, hey now listen to me, yes Eddie is going to be mad but I can guarantee that he will not be mad at you okay?” Steve states, hating how she still thinks that all because of that drunken dickhead, “And there is no way he’ll break up with you because you have done nothing wrong” he adds because it’s true and because he knows she needs to hear it. She nods at him, her eyes still glassy as she huddles into his side again and he prays that Eddie’s here soon.

Luckily for them both of them Eddie turns up ten minutes later. His voice can be heard through the now quiet house as after Robin called Eddie; she, Vickie, Nancy and Jonathan had gone around kicking people out. “Sweetheart” Eddie’s voice was soft as he entered the room, his arms open wide and she jumped up from where she was sitting with Steve and practically launched herself at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, he forced himself on me, please don’t leave me” she babbled, a new wave of tears spilling from her eyes as she pressed her face into his chest, melting into him as the familiar sound of his heartbeat relaxed her.

“I know sweet girl, I know you wouldn’t do that” he coos, his hands rubbing up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her and it seemed to be working as her body grew less tense in his hold and she relaxed completely when he spoke again. “And I’m not going anywhere sweetheart, you should know that you ain’t getting rid of me that easy”

She lets out a watery chuckle at his words that gets cut off by a yawn that she tries to stifle but of course Eddie notices. “Let’s get you home to bed, huh sweetheart?” Eddie smiles, still keeping his voice soft even though the anger is swirling inside of him, his first thought after he’d been told what had happened was to find Andy and kill him for touching his girl but then he seemed to come to his senses as he realised that she needed him more.

“I’ll walk you out” Steve says, hoping to talk to Eddie but still being wary about her presence as he didn’t want to upset her even more. It seemed he got his chance after Eddie helped her into the passenger seat of his van, clicking the seat belt in place he notices her eyes drooping closed as she is pulled down into the depths of sleep. Steve waits until Eddie has the door closed before he voices his concerns that he had to her earlier while they were waiting for Eddie.

“I know this probably isn’t the time but we need to report this to Hopper, Andy can’t be allowed to get away with this” Steve urges, hoping that Eddie would agree and somehow help bring her around to the idea as she’d been dead set against it earlier.

“Oh trust me there is no way I’m going to let this lie,” Eddie told him, his eyes darkening with his thoughts for a second before he remembers that Steve is still there. “I don’t think the law will help though, Andys’ dad’s a rich bastard nothing’ll happen trust me” he shook his head dishearteningly.

“You’re forgetting though that you’ve got me as a witness, and as much as me and my father don’t get on he does have some pull over these type of things” Steve sighed as Eddie raised a brow in question, hope blossoming in his chest over Steve’s willingness to help her and he feels his resolve lessening.

“Okay, I’ll talk to her but not tonight, tonight she needs to sleep” he replies, giving in and bidding Steve goodnight before he jogs around to the drivers side and climbs in, closing the door quietly so as not to disturb her. She stirs anyway seemingly sensing his presence and she smiles sleepily over at him, “I love you sweetheart” he smiles back, a hand gently coming up to her face to push her hair from her face as she mumbles an ‘I love you’ back to him before her eyes are closing again and then he’s driving back to the trailer to take care of his girl.

[alyszaen]

~ "Doodle" - changbin x chichi ~

embedding in time: march 2023, right after "Break The Rules" word count: 1.5k summary: changbin and chichi finally talk things through warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff disclaimer: Chichi is an O/C invented by @chiskz who gave me explicit permission to create and post this. a/n: This is the final part of a 3-Part-Series, so I recommend reading part 1 and 2 first

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"I'm sorry, but I can't do this right now.", her voice was quiet.

She was about to leave again, but this time he was fast enough to grab her wrist. He didn't apply any pressure, but the young woman had no fight left and let him hold her in place.

Seungmin appeared in the doorway. "Sorry guys, but you need this.", he closed the door to the practice room. The two best friends knew they were locked in when they heard a key turning in the lock. How the hell did Seungmin even get a key for the room?

"Changbin, please let me go.", Chichi turned towards the young rapper who still holding her wrist in his hand. But instead of following through with her request, he shook his head, "Please, Ichi, I just need to talk this through with you. Just hear me out. I'm begging you!" He gave her arm a small squeeze and let her go right after in hopes of having convincer her to listen to him, letting his hands slide into his pockets, "Besides, I don't think they'll let us out anytime soon, unless we talk."

The older girl sighed, before sitting on the floor in front of him. She didn't want to move over to the couch in the corner of the practice room - too afraid that it would be comfortable and she'd lean onto him like she always used to do. It was something she couldn't do anymore.

It didn't take Changbin long to sit down aswell, facing her. He thought she would not notice the way his hands were shaking. It was confusing to the fake maknae - Why was he nervous, when she was the one with a broken heart? She took a deep breath and lifted her head, finally looking into the boys eyes. "You want to talk, Changbin? So talk."

His heart ached for her calling him by his name. She always called him Binnie. Everytime without fail. But she was in too much pain to do that. And he couldn't help but hear the venom in her voice. He knew she didn't mean it - it was a mere attempt to push him away in order to reduce the pain for herself. But that didn't make it hurt any less for him. With a slightly quivering lower lip he finally started speaking.

"I want to apologize to you, bunny. I have been wanting to do that for a while now, but whenever I tried to talk to you, you did everything in your power to avoid me. You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!", he stopped himself before the passion in his voice would become too strong and he'd get loud. He knew he shouldn't blame her. She was only trying to protect herself.

Chichi wanted to leave. She wanted to run away from this again. But she knew she couldn't. They were locked in a room by their friends and she was sure that they would not allow them to leave until they finally solved the issue that had been clouding both of their minds throughout the last days. So she bit her lower lip, sucked in her cheeks harshly and kept every mean word in her mind from spilling out. If she yelled at him again she not only would start another fight, but also wasn't sure if she would forgive herself for hurting him again. Her heart may have been broken because she lost her love, but he lost her best friend.

Changbin looked at her expectantly - wanting to get a reaction out of her. Any reaction, really. But when he saw the the pinkish color slowly drawing from how much force she was using to bite down on her lip, he knew what he needed to do.

Shuffling over to her was kind of awkward from his cross-legged position, but he still made his way over to her and got closer. He lifted his arms, streching them away from his body as a way to offer her a hug. It was a way to make sure she was okay with this - with his embrace. He would never need to ask her permission for a hug, but he wasn't so sure right now. And it didn't take long for the tears to spill out of the corners of her eyes. Her heart was racing, unable to control her emotions anymore. Chichi basically jumped into Changbins arms and after barely a second he went and closed his arms around her, successfully pressing her body into his chest. The hug was tight, but he knew she needed it.

Ichi let her tears fall, her body still shaking. She couldn't voice her fears to him. She was so sure she lost him. Yet all she really wanted was his embrace.

The younger man removed one arm from her back and put it to the back of her head. He brushed through the strands of her hair carefully, like he had done so many times before.

It was difficult for him to find the right words - he opened his mouth to speak so many times, only to close it again. But when he heard her sobs he decided to just let his words spill out. He was going to let his heart speak.

"Park Ichi, can you not tell how much you mean to me? When I wake up the first thing I think about is how much I hope we can go to the gym together again. When I fall asleep you are the last thing on my mind. I constantly think about your beautiful bright smile, especially when I am the one that makes you show it. I never stop thinking about how I can be closer to you than the day before. When you were with Seungmin, even if it was only for show, I could feel my heart break. I could feel it shatter. When I see you in a shirt you stole from me I could start crying from how adorable you look in it. And when you give it back I hope that it smells like you."

The girl couldn't see his tears, but she felt the wetness of them on her shoulder - seeping through the material of her shirt. He was shivering but continued, "I would give up everything in life to be with you. To get another minute with you. I wrote a whole damn song for you! Even STAY figured out that Doodle was about you, but you were so goddamn oblivious. And that day, when you told me how you felt about me-", he stopped in the middle of his sentence when he felt Ichi loosen their mutual embrace. She pulled back to look into his eyes. Her arms had found his back a while ago.

The hand that Changbin had rested on her head moved to Chichis cheek, softly holding his palm there. He was sunbconsciously drawing small patterns on her chin and she leaned into his touch - her eyes closing for a moment to feel his touch more vividly.

When the rapper continued talking she looked at him again. "The reason why I didn't react was because it didn't feel real. I felt like a teenager who's crush just confessed to him. Which is kind of exactly what happened, I guess.", he sighed, annoyed that he still couldn't find the right words to tell her how he felt.

Both of them stopped crying slowly, only staring into eachothers eyes. They were stuck in this moment. And all they found was pure adoration and love. For the first time in days both of them felt that comfortable piece that always surrounded them when they were together. Not a single sign of hesitancy was in either of their faces when they both leaned in simultaniously.

It felt like a firework exploded the second their lips touched. Ichi noticed that his lips were softer than she imagined, when she thought about kissing him during some intimate moments they shared. And now - for the first time - those thoughts became reality. He let out a tiny, almost inaudible, sigh into the kiss when Chichis arms moved from his back to his neck. He pulled her face even closer into his, if that was even possible.

Neither one of them wanted to release the other. Not one of them wanted this moment to end. But the need for oxygen in their lungs unfortunately won over and they pulled apart breathlessly.

When their eyes met for the nth time this day, both of them started smiling. Changbin tried to keep his smile subtle, but he couldn't stop from grinning widely. Ichi blushed visibly, but so did he.

The young man moved the thumb from her chin to her lip, touching it carefully, as if he couldn't believe what just happened and needed to relive the moment.

"Seo Changbin, I love you. So, so, so much. So much, that it hurts."

"Aishiteru, usagi."

Ichi broke out in loud laughter, "Let's work on your japanese pronounciation, boyfriend!" "Boyfriend? I like the sound of that, bunny!"

A loud knock on the door stopped the boy from puting, "Ayo, are you done being all gross now? We're all going out to eat. Wanna join us?" "Only if you pay, Seungmin!", Chichi jumped up, slid her hand into Changbins and pulled him up and towards the door. The singer let out a disapproving huff. "Maybe I'll just leave you locked in, then." "YAH, LET US OUT SEUNGMIN-AH!"

"Aishiteru, usagi." - "I love you, bunny.

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[kaedahana]

Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?

I'm not too satisfied with this but im crying, i love this so much

CHARACTER : Kaedehara Kazuha x reader

FLUFF

a bit of angst?? not really

enjoy!

art not mine :)

You sat on the ground crowding with flowers, letting the grass tickle your palms as you let a sigh out from your lips. You and Kazuha argued over something small again.

You couldn't help but think it was all your fault as you shake your head and feel a tear running down your cheeks.

flashback :

It was pouring heavily as you dragged Kazuha out of the restaurant and into the rain. Your clothes are soaked with water and your hair sticking to your face. You faced him, anger taking over your body and vision.

"Who was that?" Kazuha tried calmly asking with frustration cracking into his tone.

"He's my friend! I haven't seen him in years-"

He grabs your wrist, "I don't like the way he's looking at you, go home" he ordered sternly. Kazuha gave a quick glare to the man sitting at your table, his back facing both of you.

You in disbelief, "Are you joking, Kazuha?" that was the first time you called him by his name instead of one of the many pet names you call him like beloved or darling. You yanked your wrist from his grip.

"Kazuha, you came into the restaurant, ordered him to leave, and threatened him" You crossed your arms across your chest, body shivering a bit at the coldness

"He has bad intentions with you" He cupped your cheeks but you pushed him away.

"No! I've known him since we were babies. He doesn't have any" you half shouted.

"If you love me, go back home. Sweet darling, please" His voice cracked at the end. He looks desperate as he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You cried at this but he will never know as the rain washes your tears away. You silently thank God for that.

"You don't trust me?" your voice cracks

kazuha pleads, head down low. "Go home please"

You nod and whispered "okay". With an aching heart, the pain spreading throughout your body you walked away leaving Kazuha.

and that walk turned into a run and that run turned into hiding away from the world and breaking down.

flashback ends

the strong gush of wind brought you back to the present, wiping your tear you decided enough is enough. you're going to find Kazuha.

From the bridge, you saw from a distance a big ship floating near the big main wooden deck.

that looks a lot like Beidou's ship… you begin to worry.

you ran as fast as you could to the harbour, eyes searching for his red ones.

eyes searching for that familiar muscular figure

eyes searching for him

it was as if the universe could hear your silent prayers, a figure with red eyes lock into yours at the same time. He dropped the crate letting it fall into the ground with a thud as you and him run to each other.

He caught you in his arms, bodies fitting like missing puzzle pieces. One is nothing without the other. You let out a sob, while he rests his head on top of yours comforting you. People move around both of you passing a glace, children shouting from a distance and Beidou's booming laughter can be heard from the ship.

"Dove, I'm sorry" he whispers. You sobbed immediately at his voice, God, how you missed him.

Kazuha wiped your tears with his thumb, you looked up and saw his eyes watering too. "I shouldn't have acted like that, it's just.." he trailed off. He sighed before he sat on a crate beside him and motioned you to sit on his lap. He begins, "Your friend….he is a samurai, a skilled one, and 3 years ago we crossed paths and fought against each other,"

Your breath hitched at this new information. You've known this friend since diapers, he disappeared out of thin air and reappeared years later. Your head begins to spin, making this world distant and unknown.

"We both fought furiously, then in a moment of weakness he drove his blade to my shoulder and that's where I got this scar," untying his white haori to reveal a fading scar across his shoulder blade and chest. You traced his scar softly and he shuddered under your touch. He looked into your eyes, "I've been having nightmares ever since that day and I'm scared that he's going to take advantage of you and use you as bait to get me and I can't…" his voice shattering before a tear ran down his cheek. You wiped it with your thumb while cupping his cheek. "I won't forgive myself If anyone hurts you" he hid his face between the crook of your neck, his body relaxing in your arms.

You glanced at the ship, “when are you leaving? How long?” whispering gently while running your fingers through his white hair.

“we’re leaving by noon. We'll be on the sea for 6 months with our first trip being Inazuma”

You smiled sadly, of course, having a sailor as your partner isn’t easy. Having to endure many months of being alone in the house, worrying sick when you see a thunderstorm coming and being wide awake thinking and wondering where he is, who he's with or what he's up to.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.. If I knew I would react differently“ you say.

Beidou shouted from the ship “Hey lovebirds, sorry to break it to you but-“

The voice dimmed down as kazuha locked his lips on yours. His lips feel smooth against yours. Kazuha tightens his wrap around you as you deepen the kiss, tugging his hair. You relish the hot breath tickling your lips. From the ship you hear cheers and claps, Kazuha smiled between kisses. You draw back catching your breath, your face red and his too. You rest your forehead against his, memorizing the red in his eyes by heart. Him looking at you like you're the glowing moon in the night sky.

“You know Beidou and I have been discussing bringing you along on our journey across the sea. She loves you and agrees that you’d be an amazing addition to the embarkment. Do you want to-“

“Yes, id love to” You cut him off before your lips collided with his, he hummed in satisfaction. Until the realization dawned on you.

“I have not packed!” you shouted, getting off his lap and someone in the ship shouted “20 minutes” You begin panicking.

“I brought you a bag,” he said before handing you the deep red coloured satchel that was on the crate. “I didn't pack much but we could buy other things as we go” You opened it and saw a journal you carry everywhere, paintbrushes and a flower pin. You smiled, knowing this is all you need. And Kazuha of course.

He takes your hand and kissed it like the true gentleman he is and offered an arm. “My lady, may I take you on a lifetime journey on the sea with me? We could fall in love under the maple trees together, hold hands as I guide you through the night market in inazuma and dance under the moonlight in each other's arms. The world has been waiting for us.” He smiled, I linked my arm with his.

“Shall we darling?” I asked.

“We shall, my love”

[enchantedflameandflower]

Glimmer 23/? Billy Butcher fic

Notes: thank you so so so much for still reading ♥

Tag List: @2dead2function @secretdreamlandmentality

Billy caught her wrist before she could open the door. Fuck, he needed her desperately but he didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t miss the way her heated gaze flicked down to his chest again, even though she was still angry, and he felt his heart clench. He had to try something else. 

“Addison,” he rumbled her name and he felt a rush of relief when she stopped to meet his eyes. “Don’t leave,” he husked. “Please stay. Please stay with me.”

That was maybe the most honest thing he had said out loud in 10 years.

Billy could see the exhaustion in her expression and he saw when she gave in to him, too tired to face another trek across the city. 

Addison huffed, shaking out of his gentle grasp and turning to the bathroom instead. She slammed the door so hard it bounced back open again, breaking the latch. 

She turned the sink on and he heard her splashing water on her face. Billy hung his head, clenching his jaw and rubbing his hand roughly over his beard. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to make her feel safe. He wanted her to trust him. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to make her happy. 

She hadn’t closed the door after it bounced back so he went over and pressed it all the way open. When she didn’t say anything he stepped behind her at the sink, then slid his arm around her waist, dipping his head to bury his face against the loose tendrils of hair at the slope of her neck. 

She didn’t move, she didn’t say anything. She felt like heaven in his arms and he knew it was everything he didn’t deserve. But when he lifted his head again, their eyes met in the mirror. Hers were shining in the harsh bathroom light, silver-blue now, and they pierced through him. 

He could so clearly see every single thought and feeling that was coursing through her. Her fear and exhaustion, her worry, her need for him, her fierce independence, her desperation to be strong, her soft yearning for comfort and safety.... He wanted it all. 

She must’ve seen something in his own eyes, enough of what he really felt, because she turned to him, sliding her arm around his neck and looking up at him. 

“Want me to order food?” he asked. 

Addison finally cracked a half smile and it was like the sun breaking through storm clouds. She shook her head, then after a minute, lifted on her toes so they were even, pressing her mouth to his, soft and sweet and warm.

She pulled back to look at him again and he swallowed thickly. “Addison.”

She nodded her head.

Billy brought his mouth back to hers, trying to put everything he couldn’t figure out how to say into his kiss. Gentle and firm and sure. When she responded in kind, he nearly groaned with relief. 

He lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lost himself in her. She moaned desperately as her fingernails raked across his bare back and it made his cock twitch with need. He pressed her closer as he made his way to the bed then laid her out across the thick comforter. 

“Billy,” she whispered his name and he pulled back in the darkness to look into her eyes. She was searching his face. All he ever hoped was that she would find what she was looking for. But he knew she wouldn't. Couldn't.

“I - I'm trying…” she finally breathed, breaking the silence. 

“Aye,” he agreed in a rough voice. He let his gaze sweep over her body beneath him then meet hers again. 

Addison smoothed her thumb over his cheekbone then shifted to slide her hands across his shoulders. She pulled him closer and he covered her mouth fully with his, swirling his tongue around hers, tasting her and savoring every bit. He didn’t notice when she slipped her hands between them, but he did notice when she started working at the fly of his jeans. It was only a moment before she had what she wanted and was pushing his clothes away so her small, soft hand could wrap around his swollen length. It was the first time she had touched him like this and it took all his willpower not to thrust into her grasp and come immediately. 

“Love, I can’t -“ His voice broke and he groaned as she stroked him once, teasing, and his hips bucked. He felt her smile against his skin and he had to close his eyes to hold himself together. 

“Addi, sweetheart, need ya -,” he managed to get out in a gruff moan.

“You feel so good…” she breathed and he groaned again, before she relented. “I need you too…”

Together they pulled her clothes off, and he kicked his jeans away, until finally there was nothing between them. He moved his hand down to touch her and nearly bucked again as he felt the slickness waiting for him. She wanted him.  

“Addi…” he asked her one more time, and she nodded immediately, shifting beneath him as he settled between her thighs. 

When he pressed inside of her, the sound of her soft mewl undid his control and he buried himself deep inside of her with one hard stroke. She hooked her ankles over his thighs, taking him all the way in her body and holding tight. 

“Sunshine,” he murmured, nuzzling against the sensitive curve of her shoulder, then down to her breast. Fuck, her skin was soft as silk. He moved his hips. She was hot, and snug and perfect, and he never wanted anything else ever again. 

She squirmed wantonly beneath him and he began a steady, easy rhythm, adjusting his angle until she was crying out with every thrust. Billy moaned against her throat as her body fluttered around his shaft and it was only another minute before she was climaxing, gasping and trembling and clutching him. He let himself go right after, and he couldn’t remember anything else ever feeling this good. For a long time, he held her against him, still partway on top of her as they rode through the aftershocks together. 

When she finally caught her breath, Addison slipped out of his arms and stood a little shakily from the bed before padding to the bathroom. When she came in the room again, she climbed into bed and lay down with her back to him, but still close. He hesitated for a moment before he moved closer, curling his arm around her waist and pressing her back against his chest. Addison sighed softly and he felt her body relax into his, warm and cozy. 

This didn’t solve anything. He knew it didn’t. But for now, he held on to her as tight as he could. 

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Chapter 24

[xxsovereignsarayaxx]

Elizabeth Mikelson - What If? Chapter 24

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The moment his words left his lips, I snapped back to reality. My grip loosened and I softly placed Damon down. “I do apologise for my behaviour.” I utter quietly. My features returning to normal. The rage I once felt seemed to wash away, seeing the damage I had caused made me feel ashamed. Elijah had done so much work in helping me create a prim and proper personality but the moment my family was threatened all his hard work seemed to disappear without a trace. 

“He’s right isn’t he? Rebekah is your sire.” Elena asked, breaking the tension in the air. 

I turned and nodded at her. “I do hope you understand why I am so protective, she is the very reason I am the vampire I am today.”

“I honestly thought Elijah was the one who turned you.” Elena admitted. 

I shook my head. “It's irrelevant who turned me down at this very moment in time.

But the white oak stake. I was under the impression they were all destroyed. You all lied to me and my family. How could you, after everything I have done to try and help you.” I asked, disappointment filled my voice. 

Elena stepped closer. “It was for our own protection from Klaus just in case he wanted revenge on Stefan, Damon or anybody else I care about.” 

Hearing that it saddened and annoyed me. “You need to sort your priorities out, one moment it is Stefan another it's Damon. I’ve walked down this path before and it never ends pretty. Make your decision before anyone else gets hurt.” I snap.

Elena’s eyes shifted from looking at me to just staring at the floor, Damon never said a word.

And with that I left the boarding house, I had made a promise and I don’t go back on my word. Another trait that I had picked up from Elijah. If I were to help get rid of this hunter then I needed to get all the facts before I could present them. At this moment in time I thought it would be better if I worked alone. But if I worked alone I would put myself in danger because I didn’t have all the facts. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to go and speak with Niklaus. And knowing him he probably would be keeping a very close eye on Tyler Lockwood. With him being one of his few hybrids, he would want to make sure he was safe and well considering the stint with the hunter taking his werewolf venom. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled down to see his contact information. My thumb hovered over the call button… My hand shook with fear. 

I didn’t know if I was strong enough to resist his influence. 

No, I had to be strong for Rebekah, for Elijah, for Nicole. I can’t protect any of them if I’m dead. 

Stuffing my phone back in my pocket I made my way over to the Lockwood estate, I knew he would be there so why bother getting myself worked up over a simple question that I already knew the answer to. Approaching the front door I picked up the scent of a wolf, a scent that I hadn’t smelt before, but something wasn’t right most people leave out of the front door not the back. Unless they had something to hide.

Shaking my head I knocked on the door.

No answer. 

Shrugging my shoulders I carefully placed my hand on the handle. Once I opened the door I was met with muscle. Glancing upwards my eyes met with two sets of glaring gold eyes. 

“Excuse me fellas.” I said with a smile. 

“No one gets in without invitation.” Said one. 

“I don’t need one, I’m family.” I reply, fluttering my lashes. 

One raised his hand, I could sense that he was going to try and make a grab for me. Intercepting, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. He fell to the floor like a ton of bricks. “Next time you raise your hand to a Mikealson, make sure you have the power to do so.” I growled, my veins and red eyes making a reappearance for the second time today.

Sensing that the hybrid had waved his white flag, I released my grip and I could feel him fold like a piece of paper. As I strolled through the hallway I could hear Niklaus talking. 

“Interrupting something boys?” I asked, knocking on the doorframe to the office. 

“Elizabeth, what a pleasant surprise.” Niklaus replied.

The tension was that thick you could cut it with a knife. 

“I’m guessing I’ve come at the wrong time?” I asked, looking at both hybrids in the room, seeing that they were in the middle of a conversation I made my way over to a wall and propped up against it. 

Niklaus got up from the chair and started to circle Tyler, like how a predator would stalk its prey. “You went off to the Appalachians to break my sire-bond. There, you met a pack of werewolves, and begged them for help. Among them was a girl. She was gorgeous, with the same animal instincts as you. Emotions ran high, inhibitions ran low…” 

“STOP IT!” Tyler shouted, his tone obviously was a mix of distress and regret.

I could tell from his facial expressions that Nikluas was obviously enjoying himself, I was unsure whether to intervene, but I can’t always be there to stop and protect everyone in town so I thought it would be best to hold back for now. 

“Then, in a moment of weakness, the thick sexual tension became something much more real.” Klaus says disregarding Tylers plea. 

Unable to let this conversation go anywhere further due to my compassionate nature, I stepped forward and made my way over to the two males. I placed a gentle hand on my brother-in-law's chest. “That's enough, Niklaus.” I say softly. 

For some reason Niklaus couldn’t hold back the gloating anymore. 

“And Caroline has no idea.” He says smugly.

Tyler was taken by surprise, but the whole situation was put on hold when Tyler’s phone started to ring on the desk. Klaus glanced over and saw that it was Damon calling, picked it up and returned to sit in the chair behind the desk. With the biggest smile on his face, he answered the phone.

Tyler started to back out of the room, as if his tail was behind his legs. I could hear Niklaus talk to Damon on the phone in the background, his words still making a mockery out of Tyler. I could see the young hybrid get more distressed as the seconds passed. 

“I don’t wish to get involved in your affairs however I suggest that you take some time to think…alone.” I advised, I tried my best to sound sincere. 

Heading my advice, Tyler made his way out of the room and headed elsewhere in the property. I turned and saw Niklaus finish his phone call. 

“Fancy an outing, love?” He asks playfully. 

“I assume that was about the vampire hunter? I have some questions of my own before we go.” I reply, sitting on the edge of the desk. 

“Go on, ask away love.” 

“Have you ever met any vampire hunters that seemed a little off?” I ask, tapping my fingers on the dark oak desk.

“All vampire hunters are ‘off’ Elizabeth, they make it their mission to hunt us to extinction.” He says with a playful expression. 

“Not quite the information I was wanting, brother.” I say with a sigh. 

“Well come with me and you can ask all the questions your little heart desires.” He suggests.

“I’m afraid that won’t work. The hunter believes I’m a witch, I go with you, my cover is blown.” 

“Well you’re no fun, thought that we could have fun... You know like before.” He says slyly.

Was I shocked at his words? No. More like insulted. I jumped off the desk. I didn’t even want to look at him. 

“How dare you! I will not be manipulated by you again.” I snapped.

Klaus rushed out of the chair, making a beeline for me. He caressed a strand of my hair. 

“Just think about all the fun we could have, we take out this hunter as a favour for the Salvatores and then we could bounce from state to state in a blood-soaked glory.” 

I swatted his hand away. “You are getting far too brave, remember that I am married to your brother. I chose him over you. If Elijah saw this there…there would be bloodshed.” 

I stepped back. “Go help Damon, I need to think.” 

Insulted that I rejected his advances, Klaus' mood changed. “I’m well aware that you are married to Elijah. You both seem to rub it in my face every chance either one of you get.” He said angrily, his voice dripped with venom like he had in his fangs. 

And with that he left. I let out a sigh. I hugged my form, I felt vulnerable. I ran a hand through my hair, it tugged on a few knots. I left the room and was about to leave when I heard Tyler’s voice. 

“Thank you.” He says, from the top of the stairs.

I turned and offered him a smile. “You welcome Tyler. Be sure to make the right decision.” 

He nodded. 

“That friend of yours, make sure she doesn’t leave via the backdoor in future. Caroline is a good match for you, don’t let her slip away.” 

“Klaus…what he said was wrong, nothing…nothing happened.” Tyler started, making his way down the stairs and towards me.

I held up my hands. “What you chose to do is none of my business, Niklaus is a lot of things but he is no liar. Manipulative but no liar Tyler.”

Tyler couldn’t argue with my statement. 

“I best be off, it's nice to see that you're doing well.”

And with that I left. The fresh air was nice, my senses picked up everything. From the sound of the birds in the trees to the scent of the grass. My heels shifted around the gravel on the driveway. I took a steady walk back into the centre of town. The soft wind blew my hair. 

Whilst I was in my own little world my phone rang, it brought me back into reality. Looking at the caller information I saw it was Stefan.

“Stefan, is everything ok?” I asked.

“Is Klaus with you? I’ve left messages but he isn’t replying to any of them.” He replied, worry filled his voice. 

I stopped in my tracks. “He went somewhere with Damon, what happened?” Panic laced my words.

“Elena’s got werewolf venom in her system, she’ll die if I can’t get in touch with Klaus.” Stefan replied, due to his panicked state his words basically fell from his lips.

“Alright, Stefan I know it’s hard right now but I need you to calm down. I’m coming over now…” 

“But what good is that going to do?” Stefan interrupted. 

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

He paused for a moment “Yes.” 

Within a matter of minutes I made it to the Salvatore house, rushing through the front door I made my way up the stairs. Hearing the sound of my arrival Stefan met me on the landing. 

“Where is she?” I asked. 

“Through here.” Stefan replied, signalling that Elena was in his room. 

What met my eyes was a pale Elena Gilbert, it looked like her life was draining out of her body with every passing minute. Without hesitation I removed my jacket and tied up my hair with a hair tie that was on my wrist. I sat on the edge of the bed and examined her. I saw her veins darkened, her skin looked pale, but covered in sweat. 

“Ok, Elena I’m going to help you alright?” I said to her softly.

She weakly nodded. 

Within seconds of placing my hand on her forehead, I felt the surge of energy flow from Elena to myself. My hand glowed a gentle amber colour. It seemed that my skills as a siphoner were improving. I had no difficulty this time. The colour returned to Elena’s face and she leant up with her elbow, using her free hand to wipe the excess sweat from her forehead.

“What…What happened?” She asked, eyes wide in shock.

“What I’m about to tell you both, goes no further. Do I make myself clear?” I say sternly, glancing over my shoulder at Stefan. 

Both nodded. 

“Whilst Niklaus is a vampire and werewolf, I happened to be a vampire and a syphon.” I responded. 

I don’t understand syphon? I’ve never heard of one.” Stefan asked. 

“Ah, allow me to explain. A syphon is a witch who cannot cast their own magic, they must rely on others such as vampires, werewolves or other witches to be the source of their magic. But since I’m also a vampire that acts as a catalyst, in time and practice I very well could cast the same magic as your friend. The syphon part of me allows me to absorb magic. Or so I was told by Ester.” 

“Do you fully trust her though Elizabeth?” Elena asked.

I shifted from my seated position and stood near the window. “Whilst she did attempt to hurt my family and wipe all vampires from existence, her words do seem to be correct. Her knowledge allowed me to heal you. That should be proof enough.” I say to her softly. 

“Thank you.” 

I let out a smile and the next moment I saw Niklaus enter the room. The smile on my features immediately disappeared.  

“For future reference one voicemail is just as effective as nine.” He says to Stefan sounding slightly annoyed. 

“Well whilst you and Damon were off gallivanting, I played homage to my human roots.” I replied, crossing my arms, turning to look back out of the window. Out of habit I fiddled with my daylight ring. 

“Seems you beat me to it dear sister.” Klaus adds a touch of annoyance to his voice. 

Not wanting to start a small argument with non-family members present I spoke up. “Niklaus we must be going, Elena needs time to rest. She can’t do that when we are both here…” I started.

I said my goodbyes to Stefan and Elena and escorted Niklaus out of the Salvatore Boarding House, neither one of us spoke to the other, my mind raced about how Elijah was doing in New Orleans and I wanted to get this hunter situation over and done with so that I could get Nicole and reunite with my husband. Once we were a good way out of earshot. Niklaus spoke up. 

“So love, how would you say that we pay that hunter another visit. I was able to find out something very interesting.“  

I sent a nervous look over to Niklaus. “I told you, I can’t Connor believes that I’m a witch…”

“Oh he’s not going to care about the finer details, love.” 

Still unsure what my brother in law had planned, we made our way over to the trailer to what Connor called his home. 

[clubwnderland]

iris ☠ obvs

Warning: non-canon death

Pairing: Irene + Chris @moonlightchn

No.

There is no way this can be happening.

This can't be.

Irene can't believe it, even as the dagger pierces her side, she can't believe this is happening.

Chris? He stands there in disbelief, watching as the dagger is ripped out and the blood stains the dress she's wearing. "No," he says, as he rushes forward, knocking out the attacker. He should kill him, he should rip him apart right then and there but all he's thinking about right now is Irene. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He holds her close and repeats the word over and over again.

The way she smiles at him, the way Irene lifts her hand and wipes away tears that he didn't realise were falling. It breaks him a little more because how can she be so calm, so at ease. It's because she didn't want him to cry, not now, he shouldn't cry, she can't have him crying when she needs him to be strong. "My love," Irene whispers as she caresses his cheek, "it's okay..."

"No, it's fucking not." Chris says with gritted teeth, shaking his head as he presses his hand against the wound, "you aren't allowed to die."

Irene chuckles, wincing as she does. It doesn't hurt, not as much as she thought it would but what does hurt is seeing Chris looking like he's losing everything. Lost everything. His sanity, his heart, his safety, his home - his life. He might as well be dying with her, he may as well lay down, hold her close and die with her but she hopes he'll live.

Live for her. For him. Not let her die in vain.

"Hold me," she mutters, her voice barely carrying as the cold starts to set in. "I'm cold, my love. Come and be my personal heater once more."

How can Chris deny her? He's never been able to say no even though he knows that he should find a way to save her, there must be a way to save her - even if he knows that there isn't. The blade was made with angel steel, the only metal that could kill her and with it having pierced her heart...

Holding Irene close, he wraps his arms around her, burying his face into her neck and taking deep breaths of her scent. Her body feels smaller than before, her body growing colder as her breathing slows and Chris does his best to give her everything he can in that final moment. "I love you, kitten." He says as her weak grip on his wrist tightens slightly since she can't respond but he knows she loves him, more than she loved anything else. "I would have given you what you wanted. Fuck, the world. I'd given you the world, you know that, right?" Another weak squeeze as her breathing grows shallower, further apart. "Ki-kitten?" His voice catches in his throat as he sobs softly into the curve of her neck.

Her heart had stopped beating, her breathing faded as her grip loosen as her hand dropped to the ground.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough for you..."

That's how he is found by Chan hours later, lying with Irene in his arms, as still as she is because he doesn't want to let her go. He can't.

How can he let go of his world even if she is dead in his arms?

[littlebird-99]

Dreams Into Reality

Thorin x Tay

Summary: Tay tells thorin she can’t, but what’s the real reason behind her saying no?

Warnings: Angst, pissed thorin.

Masterlist

I contemplated Thorin’s words, my mind racing before I shook my head gently, “I can't, Thorin,” I whispered softly before sliding off the bench and moving to go back inside until I felt his fingers wrap against my wrist gently.

“You're lying. You can. What is stopping you?” his voice questioned, turning me to face him again. I look up at him before slowly pulling my wrist away.

“What's stopping me? You really wish to know Thorin?” he nodded at my question before I took a deep breath, holding my wrist against my stomach before I started to speak, “I'm afraid I'm not enough for you. I'm not from this world, Thorin, nor an elf, dwarf, or hobbit... Nor am I like the men here. I'm weak-”

“Weak?” he questioned, shaking his head, “no, you're not-” I scoffed at his words before rolling up my sleeves and showing him my arms.

“This... This is weak, Thorin; this is what weak people do-”

“That is what strong people do. You are strong, Tay. Stronger than most men, dwarf, hobbit, and elf combined. You are not weak, and you have stories, signs that you have survived even the darkest times.”

I go to speak up but get pulled into him as I feel a lump in my throat, my head pressed against his chest as one of his hands finds my hips, and the other is placed in my hair, holding me against him. “You are a wolf in a world full of lambs, the black sheep in a world full of white sheep... You are strong because Eru needed you to be strong to deal with being my one,” I could tell he was trying to make me laugh or smile, but my heart was aching.

“Thorin... I don't know if I'll be here forever. What if I disappear one night because Gandalf decides to send me back to my earth? What if another wizard learns of my existence here and sends me home? What then?” I question, pulling away from him, “what then? I can't be with you and then lose you all within a few days,” my voice cracks, “I can't love you from afar anymore when I have you right here!” my voice was breaking as I spoke to him, "you can't tell me you love me, or that I'm your one when I'm... I'm not even from here, and I can't be what you want me to be Thorin. I can't be a queen. I can't be a fighter... I'm weak, pathetic waste of space.." the words flow through me as I just let it all out. "I can't be what you need me to be either... You deserve so much better than me."

"Why do you feel this way? Why do you think people deserve better than you? Why do you think you're not what I want or need?"

"Because nobody cares about me! I'm only in people's lives to make them okay and see they can have someone better! I am nothing! I am a nobody, nothing to everyone around me. I'm a filler! I don't deserve to feel the love! Why do you think scars riddle my body? Because nobody cares to help! They want me to take their burdens, to take their problems, but no one... no one wants to help me. I can't rely on anyone. I can't trust anyone because every time I do... They proved to me that they were faking everything, from their love to their feelings. I'm just a filler..."

Thorin’s POV

I listen to her speak, a crack in her voice as she tries to fight the tears, and I watch her closely, eyes scanning her closely, watching how her eyes start to water, “Tay...” I start before there's a blinding light, a voice I don't recall, and then the lights, along with my one, are gone. 

“TAY?!” I yell, looking around; her words... She called it. “GANDALF, YOU STUPID WIZARD, BRING HER BACK!” I rush into the shape shifter's house, shoving past everyone to get to Gandalf, “bring Tay back! Now!” I yell at him, the wizard looking at me with bewildered eyes, causing me to growl before shoving things off the ledge next to him. “Someone took my one away! There was a... Light, and the next thing I know, she's not there! Bring her back to me!”

“Thorin... I can't, not right now. I must figure out who sent her away before I can even think of returning her. Something is in the works...” Gandalf spoke, “I will bring her back as soon as I know anything, I swear it...”

The other dwarves start whispering amongst themselves, Fili and Kili growling at Gandalf's words, Dwalin along with them, “you don't wish to bring her back now. If you didn't wish to bring her back if she disappeared, then why bring her at all?” Dwalin questioned, causing the others to speak up and agree, “exactly!” Bofur called out, “I second that!” Fili growled out.

“Master Dwarves... Please relax. I will bring her back when the time is right!” Gandalf's voice boomed around all of us, my heart still pouring against my chest as I shook my head. 

“If there is anything left of her to bring back,” I hear my voice speak out, “you know that world is not good for her, yet you're fine with her staying there for however long you deem it good for us all. What a wizard you are... What a friend you are.” I storm away from the wizard, watching the door, hoping Tay will appear back in front of me soon or wake up from this nightmare that is happening to me. 

Mirkwood

"Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon." Thranduil speaks to me. I stare at the floor, ignoring his comments. It had been weeks since my one's disappearance since she was taken from me. "I myself suspect a more prosaic motive. Attempted burglary or something of that ilk." He stands, bending to meet my eyes, "you have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule. The king's jewel: the Arkenstone. It is precious to you beyond measure." I turn my head down, looking away from him as he sits on his throne. "I understand that. There are gems in that mountain that I, too, desire. White gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help."

I let out a soft chuckle and smirk as I speak, "I am listening."

"I will let you go. If you but return what is mine." Thranduil speaks. I turn and start to walk away as I think about what he has said. 

"A favor for a favor."

"You have my word. One king to another." 

A smirk falls on my face as I scoff at his words before letting out a huff, "I would not trust Thranduil... The great king... to honor his word should the end of days be upon us!" I call out loudly. "You! Who lack all honor! I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless seeking your help. But you turned your back! You turned away from the suffering of my people... and the inferno that destroyed us. Imrid amrad ursul!"

"Do not talk to me of dragon fire!" Thranduil speaks loudly as he rushes forward, bending, so his face is in mine once again, "I know its wrath and ruin." His face starts to change, and I see the burn scars I have heard about. "I have faced the great serpents of the north! I wanted your grandfather of what his greed would summon. But he would not listen. You are just like him. Stay here if you will... and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I'm patient. I can wait." I begin being dragged away by elf warriors as I'm taken to the dungeon where the rest of the company is besides Bilbo. 

I'm shoved into a cell next to Balins, and as soon as the door closes and the guard is away, Balin starts to speak, "did he offer you a deal?"

"He did. I told him he could go ish kakhfe al-'d Dur-rugnu! Him and all his kin!" I yell at the top of my lungs. 

"Well, that's that, then. A deal was our only hope."

"Not our only hope," I speak as I lean against the cell door, looking around. 

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"I'll wager the sun is on the rise." Bofur speaks up after a while of silence, "must be nearly dawn." I could hear Ori speak up but couldn't make out what he was saying due to his soft voice.

"Not stuck in here, your not." Bilbo's voice follows his. I stand quickly, running to my door. 

"Defienlty not stuck in here, although I think we should leave them another day, don't you, Bilbo?" My heart feels like it nearly stops as a soft voice speaks out from behind the hobbit.

"TAY!" Fili and Kili both yell from their cells as Bilbo starts to free us, I exit my cell quickly, looking around before my eyes meet hers.

"Thorin-" she started to speak but I quickly move to her, wrapping my arms around her pulling her tight against me, holding her tight as I breathed in her scent, "I'm here... but we really need to leave before the elves find out you all have escaped... Bilbo found a place for us all to escape."

Bilbo leads us all out, Tay shortly behind him, well, as much as I would let her, my hand had not left hers since we started moving through Mirkwood. 

"This way," Bilbo speaks once we reach the cellars, "come on." He speaks, ushering us quickly.

"I don't believe it. We're in the cellars." Kili speaks up. 

"You were supposed to be leading us out, not further in." Bofur growls at the hobbit, earning a growl back from Tay as she pulls her hand from mine. 

"He knows what he is doing. Now... get in the barrels." She speaks as she ushers the other dwarves toward the barrels.

"Are you mad? They'll find us!" Dwalin whispers as he moves to the front to stand by Bilbo and Tay. 

"Please... Just trust us. Get your big ass in the barrels before I shove you in myself, Master Dwalin..."

I could feel Dwalins eyes on me as I looked at Tay with an amused look on my face, "do as they say..." I whisper before they all climb in. I pull Tay into one before I climb in with her, my eyes searching hers.

"I'm here, Thorin... I'm sorry it took me a while, but I promise. I'm not going anywhere, and you're stuck with me now."