#you actually do have to stay up a night torturing yourself because you remembered something horrible that you did ten

[astridthevalkyrie]

the floor between you and xavier is thin. you are beautiful. and xavier is tortured.

cw: afab reader, masturbation, nonconsensual auditory voyeurism 😭, xavier being a pervert

i have a midterm in two hours and i spent the last two hours writing all of this. dammit. inspired by this brilliant post (original poster is @skynapple) thank you for giving me permission to write this lolz

once a habit forms, it is incredibly difficult to break. he knows that. he has known that. xavier has had years and years and years to make habits and to subsequently break them.

those twenty-something years he was a nail biter. the tugging of his hair whenever he was tired for around thirty-two decades. six hundred years strong and he still can’t keep a straight face whenever he smells something his nose doesn’t agree with. 

some habits he’s fine with not breaking. 

but this one.

oh, he needs to break this one as soon as possible.

and yet, every friday evening he tells himself that this time will be the last time. when friday morning arrives, he wakes up refreshed and confident that it will not happen again. by the time the clock hits 3 pm, he can already feel his palms become clammy; if he was a cartoon he’d think an ironic bead of sweat would form on his temple. and by the time the sun is going down and the rain has soaked his hair completely, xavier is shoving his too practical key into the too practical lock of his apartment door, and the dread in his chest has already settled with the weight of what he knows he’s going to do.

he could leave. he could go.

he doesn’t.

xavier takes his time changing out of his uniform and showering. the water burns even when he sets it at a lower temperature. his entire space feels too hot. sweat is actually building on his forehead now. 

it’s been a long week, he thinks, as he rolls onto his bed, opting to wear nothing but boxers (and even that’s useless). he tries to remember all the missions he’s been on since monday, and more importantly all the missions you’ve been on. you’re a bit of a braggart, so he hears all about them, and he never minds, because he could listen to you brag about yourself for centuries on end and the whole time he’d only nod along and agree.

the more missions there’s been, though, the more exhausted you are at the end of the week. and the more exhausted you are, the more orgasms you try to pull from your fingers every friday night.

when tara’s over, your music is never loud. your laughs rarely carry over. and your volume has never been disruptive (not that he would consider hearing you to be disruptive at all). it’s as if you know that the walls are thin and you’re trying to be as polite as possible. 

then why is it that when you touch yourself, you’re so loud?

are you trying to make sure he can hear you?

or, and this is what already has him hardening at the thought, are you just so sensitive that you can’t help it?

your first whimper blesses his ears, and xavier shuts his eyes, lying flat with his head against his pillow. closing his eyes helps. it makes him feel less like a stalker who’s crossed through time and space for you, and more like he’s just someone you care for, because this way he can imagine you’re in front of him, on top of him, letting out those first few sweet sounds at his touch.

“mmh,” your voice carries over, and goosebumps litter his arms as he swallows, teasing the line of his boxers with the tips of his fingers. there isn’t a rush. usually, he has just enough restraint to make sure he comes with you.

the next thing he hears is a sharp gasp, and xavier groans lowly, trying to be quiet, or at least more quiet than you. already he’s building tonight’s fantasy up, spurred on by the sound of the rain beating against the window. the last time you and he had spent the night in the rain…

“just stay until tomorrow morning,” you’d urged him, lashes fluttering innocently, not knowing the key that he’d supposedly forgotten was heavy in his pocket. even though he was the one who’d lied, he’d still argued against it, because now that the invitation was out in the open you were too close for his rapidly beating heart, your eyes too inviting and your hands too soft.

xavier imagines he didn’t argue that night. he imagines he’d agreed instead, and had accepted the change of clothes from your closet. the acid in his chest that hisses knowing you even have another man’s clothes in your closet is quickly silenced when you don’t wait for him to leave the room, and instead lift your own shirt right above your head.

he’s never seen you like that. but his imagination is more than ready to supply him with what you’d look like, evidence gathered from how your uniform would cling to you while you fought, or even from how your robes would slip up a little when you were sparring him some hundred years ago—

his hand wraps around his cock without him even realizing it, and he lets out a small, choked moan.

your hands are softer than this. they’d feel better. in the corner of his mind he sees you, topless, pushing him back onto the bed and crawling above him, caressing his face with those soft hands before running them down his chest. your touch does so love to wander. and his body is yours to explore. he’s never belonged to someone else.

he whispers your name and almost as if in response, you let out a cute little squeal, and xavier curses under his breath as he pictures you making that sound while he fingers you. he’d start off with one, just because you seem sensitive. but then he’d add another. and another, and then he’d watch you ride them. 

slowly, he rubs his hand up and down his length, remembering the last time you’d held this hand to resonate with his evol. last week, for a particularly tough wanderer. your palm had been smooth against it, and now the next time you do it he’ll remember that he touched himself to the thought of you with that same hand.

“mmh, don’t tease me…”

oh, you’re speaking today. pleading with an invisible voice, or maybe you really do know that he’s just below you, hanging on to your every word. and he’s disinclined to acquiesce to your request—he’d do nothing but tease you. once he’d make you come once with his fingers, he’d toss your legs over his shoulders and drag his tongue along your folds, bring you to the brink before pulling away. he’d watch the way your lips pout and the way your eyes flare up whenever you’re emotional, and he wouldn’t give you time to complain before diving in again.

“sorry, sweetheart, you know i can’t help it.”

xavier’s eyes fly open with a gasp at the sudden other voice—there’s someone with you. there’s someone in your room, on your bed, with their hands on you. 

there’s a pause, and then he hears you again, letting out a small, “y-you’re so…haah, mean…”

one of his hands curl into the sheets below, clutching them so tightly in his fist that he wouldn’t be surprised if they came off.

someone is touching you. someone is making you—incredible, wonderful, beautiful you—whine like that, close enough to hear you, far closer than xavier has ever been.  

“i’m not mean,” the man who is invading your bedroom right now says, “you can’t look like that and expect me not to edge you. you’re the most beautiful when you’re begging, you know?”

“i could say the same about you,” is your not-so-hushed response, and during the next pause he can barely hear anything but he knows you must be kissing him. him, whoever he is. a date, your boyfriend, the devil—you’re kissing him, those soft, gorgeous lips of yours are against someone else’s when all xavier has done in his time with you is try to tear his eyes off those lips, wondering what they would like against him.

“c’mon,” your voice pleads again, “i need you. i’ve needed you all day.”

the man groans, and xavier hears the kiss this time, one fierce and stolen in the heat of the moment. 

“if you insist. you know i can’t resist you, sweetheart.”

there’s some shuffling and xavier thinks his heart is going to beat out of his chest. he feels…he feels everything, sick and jealous and almost angry, and he can feel himself trembling with every inch of him screaming to get up and confront whoever thinks they can touch your skin and draw those noises from your throat—

but when you let out a high-pitched, muffled cry, xavier’s hand goes back down, and he starts stroking himself with more urgency.

you’ve never been this loud before. and xavier used to enjoy that, thinking of it as a challenge, that if he ever got to have you, he’d make sure you were louder with him than you were with anyone else. he’s brought himself to orgasm at just the idea. but now it’s torture, hearing your voice go up several octaves for someone who isn’t him, for whoever’s hips are roughly colliding against your own, filling his ears with a muted plap, plap, plap…

“fu-u-ck, baby, how are you this tight?” the interloper groans, “gonna make me come, m’gonna come inside you…”

xavier’s skin crawls at the needy moan you let out in response.

the fantasy in his head is ruined. there is no more vision of a seductive version of you having your wicked way with him, but instead he is imagining exactly what is happening, a dirty picture of him in a corner watching someone else enjoy you to the fullest extent. wrecking your beautiful body the way you deserve.

your moans are building, higher and higher, and his back is arching off the bed as he fucks his fist, still trying to pretend like he’s yours and you’re his, that he’s the one burying himself inside your wet heat, that your nails are digging into his back, leaving lines on his skin, drawing blood if that’s what you wanted—

“raf!” you wail, and your voice breaks, and xavier’s eyes roll back, and he spills into his hand.

there’s still a ringing in his ears as he pants, breathing heavily while the sound of skin slapping becomes more desperate, as the intruder—raf— speeds up to try and reach his own end too.

his hand moves on its own. with barely an intention formed in his mind, he presses it to his heart, and he feels a surge of energy run through his chest, no time left to regret anything.

the sounds stop completely.

after a minute, his phone lights up with a notification.

starlight: hey did your lights go out too???

starlight: my room just blacked out

starlight: i had a friend over i’m so embarrassed lol

with his chest heaving as he lays back against the pillows, and his right hand sticky, xavier texts you back with his left, a soft, tired sigh escaping him.

xav: no mine’s still on

xav: i’ve got tea and takeout come over

xav: i’d love to meet your friend

#love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #l&ds smut #lads smut #love and deepspace smut #xavier fic #xavier x reader #xavier smut #lads x reader #lads xavier #l&ds x reader #xavier #l&ds fic #xavier x you #xavier x mc #xavier x y/n #love and deepspace xavier #valkyrie stories

[jokingmisfit]

Never Again.

Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader

Prompt- “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Notes- Reader is Dee’s twin. No gender mentioned that I remember. Heavy is 13 as in canon and Reader and Dee are 16

Warnings- Reader is injured, Reader was stabbed, Victoria yells at reader, Victoria and Heavy torture people in the living room but we don't talk about that, reader is scared of being seen as weak

The red head ranted and threw items across the room. You didn't pay much mind to the words because you knew whatever you answered wouldn't matter.

Finally the woman, your mother, hovered over you fuming. “It's fucking midnight! Where the hell were you?! Huh?!” She looked expectantly while crossing her arms.

The floor seemed more interesting than the anger or at least that's what you pretended was the case.

“I lost track of time at the library, that's all.” You exasperated.

Finally your father who stayed quiet spoke up. A menacing smile and a tilt to his head. “The library closes at 9.”

Sighing you look up. “I'm friends with the librarians kid she let's us stay as long as we stay in one spot and keep it clean… Normally she let's is know when it's closing time but she got busy and we all forgot.”

“Heh, and you expect us to actually believe you?” Your mom sneered.

“Why wouldn't you?” You asked nervously. “I've never done anything like this, I don't skip school, or get in trouble, or talk back… I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Your hands shook lightly as you held yourself up. Only glancing at your parents as the seem to boil.

Nothing you said seemed to matter though as you spent the next hour be berated by both your mom and dad. On top you're grounded. 2 weeks. School then home then school then home. Nothing else, nothing more.

It was 1:13 when you finally got back to your room. It didn't make much sense to you how your twin or little brother acted out but you do something wrong once and you get banned from living a life.

At least they didn't find out the truth. Maybe they knew you were lying and that's why they really punished you, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't know what really happened.

Because what really happened will haunt you, and you refuse to let them know how weak you truly are. You would always pride yourself in being independent. While Dee and Heavy leaned on their parents you distanced yourself from them.

You had a job, you had good grades, and as long as no one noticed, you had good health

But of course that's what the big problem was. Bruises from where the men hit you rose across your body. And blood spilled onto your clothes where they slashed at you. The room was dark and your parents didn't see anything, but there were bruises forming on your face.

You were exhausted and you knew if you went to sleep now you might be woken by someone else and they'd see the mess that's been made of you.

You laid for 2 hours in that alley. That's enough sleep right?

Dee opens your door and slinks into your room. He thought you were pouting. He knew you got into trouble last night, but didn't expect what he saw.

If only you could have stayed up.

~~~~~~

You were sitting slouched on the floor book loose in your grip. You had tried staying up, but it clearly didn’t work. Bruises dispersed against your wrists, arms and face. Your tanktop bunched up slightly by your slumped form showing off the bandages delicately wrapped around your midsection.

Dee had made a decision at that moment to let you rest and to figure out what the hell happened to you.

You woke up to chaos. Your eyes were still heavy and blurry. The noises still didn’t quite reach your ears yet. It was the warm palm on your face that had you trying to wake yourself up. Your body was weighed down with pain.

Blinking quickly, large blue eyes and a frown were the first thing you were met with. “Dad?” you choked out, “What- what you doing?”

Your throat burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your side. You couldn’t comprehend the fear of your family finding out what happened, you were too drained, too hurt.

“I’m putting you in your bed. You fell asleep on the floor.” Your father says smoothly.

It was disturbing hearing this voice so early. His normal pitch was lowered several octaves and his smile was nowhere to be seen. 

You tried to help by standing, but you were quickly tutted and moved into his arms. Of course you wanted to try, you still didn’t want to seem useless. It was concerning, you could hear your mother hollering in the background.

The worry was overwhelming. Was she angry with you or what happened? Will this change how they see you forever? Are they disappointed? What were you supposed to say?

Breathing deeply you were still held to your dads chest. It took a moment to realize he was in the bed with you. Holding you close to him as you lay on your non injured side.

“What’s happening?” you rasped out. As nice as it was to be held, your mom was upset and he should be with her.

Your dad let out a breath. “Your mother is taking care of some things while I take care of you.”

Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.

Of course Glam kept it simple. He didn’t need to tell you he already stitched your side. He didn’t need to tell you that Dee hacked the library cameras and found the men who hurt you, or that the “things” Victoria was dealing with were the men that harmed you. He didn’t need to tell you that Heavy was so upset that he offered to help Victoria deal with these men. He also didn’t need to tell you that Dee was handing in the paperwork to the school for you to be homeschooled and a letter telling the librarian you won’t be coming back.

All you needed to know was you were safe.

And you’ll stay safe no matter what your family has to do. This will never happen again.

#metal family x reader #yandere metal family #platonic metal family x reader #platonic glam x reader #platonic dee x reader #platonic heavy x reader #platonic Vicky x reader #yandere metal family x reader

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi, could you do a Fenrys fic where he and the reader are very attracted to one another but they have to stay away from each other because of Maeve but when they are sent to hunt Lorcan they finally get some alone time together. (It can be suggestive or not, you decide)

Wanna hold you

It was pure torture. Nothing felt more painful than watching the love of your life but not being able to touch them. Hold them. Shield them. Having to pull up a snarly mask. Bark insults at one another. Glaring instead of casting a loving gaze.

"Move", Fenrys would bark in the morning practice, "Oh, your ego is too big to step to the side now?", You leaned towards him, gritting your teeth. "Stop being a headache", he would growl the wolf inside him threatening to take over. "I have sharp nails too, pup", you would remind him. Black cat claws out on the show. "Come on, kids", Gavriel would call out from the other side of the training ground. But for that split second when you two were all up in one another's faces you could let your guards fall. Soaking in that desire that bubbled suppressed deep under.

No one could know. It was a death threat. Something Maeve would toy with till she got bored. It was already painful enough to watch her bed Fenrys as it was. You didn't want to imagine how often she would seek him out if she found out that you had fallen for the white wolf. You found yourself in a pleasure house just get that smell on you. To make lying about the males you bedded more believable. And to hide the smell of Fenrys on your skin.

This had been the longest you two had to be apart. Maeve was getting restless with Rowan running off with Aelin. Then Lorcan deciding that he too wanted to be the main character, leaving the rest of the cadre to pay the price. Fenrys was leaning against the taverna he and Gavriel were staying in. The hunt for Lorcan so far had led them nowhere but you were supposed to join them tonight. Maeve's orders. Just the hours went by but there was no sign of you.

Fenrys was growing restless. You all were far away to no longer feel Maeve's presence. Meaning that finally, he would be able to hold you close for a while. Just soak in your scent.

Fenrys suddenly feels himself being pushed back into the wall, too slow to reach for a dagger as the blade is being pressed against his neck. "Lost in a daydream?", and his knees are weak. You barely managed to move the blade away before he reached to yank you closer to his body. You wrap your arms around his neck. Breathing in his musky smell.

"Mother, strike me. You're actually here", Fenrys breaths out, "Let me look at you, let me...", he's pulling away, carefully shrugging off the hood of your cloak. Your sparkly eyes meet his. You two are grinning at each other like teenagers. "Missed me this much?", you tease him even if your own body is tingling with excitement. "Well the last time I held you was like a month ago", he breathed out, hands going all over your body. Too excited to just stick with one spot. "You mean you fucked me against a tree a month ago. And that's all you remember. Rude", you roll your eyes. But you know that he's not wrong. That truly was the last time you got to spend more time together. Not just settle for accidental brushes against one another.

"You look even more beautiful than I remember", Fenrys mutters, making you let out a giggle, "You're high on adrenaline, pup", you brush some of his blond hair away. Allowing your fingers to twirl one of the strands. "Are you here or am I seeing things?", Fenrys leans to nuzzle against the side of your face. "Listen to my heartbeat. My heart is beating so fast because of you", you say and Fenrys quickly scoops you up in his arms, twirling you around. The happiness pouring out of you like the late night moonlight.

#fenrys imagine #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam imagine #fenrys x reader #fenrys tog #tog imagine #tog x reader #tog x you #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #lorcan #gavriel #rowan whitethorn #the cadre

[mrs-weasley-reid]

A Slap of Reality

platonic Spencer Reid x geniusbau!reader | part 1

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Summary: Bau!reader was never good at being a shoulder to cry on, so when Spencer survives the horror of Tobias Hankel’s torment, she decides to be a slap of reality. 

Warning: mentions of torture

A/N: might consider writing a part 2 with developing romance if any of you are interested. Tell me!

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The siren lights were blinding at the dead night. Spencer Reid was found not long ago. Officers surveyed the entire place. The other agents having distant conversations about what had just happened.

You took a seat next to Spencer at the edge of the ambulance door. There was only silence between the two of you, letting the cold wispy air hover.

You and Spencer are much alike than you let on. With an IQ of 184 and joining the BAU not far from turning 22, the two of you should've been best friends by now. But you weren't. You were distant. You were "friends" but it goes as far as talking about work and having brief conversations on a group outing. You were never alone together, unless you were paired up on case investigations. But it was more as coworkers rather than friends. Your drives together consisted of silence and nothing else.

Both of you didn't need to slow down for each other like you would always do around the others. So giving the effort to get to know each other didn’t seem necessary when you both knew what the other was thinking fifty steps ahead.

And maybe that's why you and him never had the chance to actually get know each other closely as individuals, not the geniuses people praise you to be.

You nudged Spencer’s shoulder, "It won't be easy after this." You mumbled nonchalantly.

He turned to you with a shrug of his shoulder. "I'll be fine," Spencer contrasted in a hopeful voice.

You’ve had your fair share of being abducted, much less tortured. You knew the drill. So, you shook your head, letting out a sigh. "You won't, I say that with best interest."

The two of you stayed quiet for a while until you spoke again, "You will remember everything like it’s happening in the moment. The feeling of his hands on you. His breath that gave you goosebumps. You will have nightmares. Far scarier than what you already have each night. You will cry. You will lose focus. You're going to take some cases personally. And then, people will walk on egg shells around you. They will treat you like you're the most fragile glass there is after witnessing you chip yourself. They're going to want to help you. They're going to look at you like you're the bravest person ever. And you will deny all of that. You will push people away—” He cut you off.

"Is this your way of telling me to let people help me? Because I don’t need any. I'm fine." Spencer was growing annoyed and you could hear it in his voice. Although, the last sentence was meant to convince himself, you both knew that.

You shook your head again, "You’re really not." You simply said, stretching your legs as far as it could. “All I'm saying is, it's okay. It’s okay to not be fine. You’re smarter than that to lie to yourself. You won't be right, but you won't be wrong either. But don’t expect me to sugarcoat things for you. I will be blunt and most likely will mention how stupid you're being for letting this event affect your judgement. I'm telling you that you can expect me to be real. So if you need the criticism or just a one big slap of reality. You can find me. You can call me, but don't call me on my day offs. You're not that special." You ended with a small joking smile.

A smile slowly roamed over his lips, too. Something about your harsh set of words didn’t seem so… well, harsh. Spencer chuckled to himself, “I’ll take you up on that.”

You nodded, “Mind if I start now?” You looked straight ahead where the others were engaging in playful suspicion of you and Spencer’s closeness, failing to be slick as they thought.

Your peripheral vision caught Spencer’s curt nod as he followed the direction your eyes were aligned with. You stood up and turned to him, holding an open palm. “Don’t be stupid and give me those.”

His mouth flung open. The surprise subsided quickly as he looked down and shook his head, chuckling softly. Spencer fished a couple of bottles contained with dilaudid from his pocket and handed them to you. “Thanks.” He sighed in relief, as if he was waiting for someone to stop him in the short time the bottles sat in the pit of his pocket.

And without the two of you knowing, a friendship was born

#criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #criminalminds #spencerreid #dr spencer reid #ssa spencer reid #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine

[lockleysfav]

Volatile

Moonknight boys x fem!reader

Summary: As you were roaming the streets, drunk and barely able to stand you were struck and thrown into a car you did not recognise. Jake immediately sense something is wrong.

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, PTSD, Jake Marc and Steven are very protective in this. Torture??

Today was a friday, everyone went out on fridays especially at your age. You’re 23 with a roomate that had 3 different bodies inside of him, not that it mattered to you in the slighest in fact it was fun. Steven hated when you went out because his paranoia would kick in but you knew it was only because he cared about you. Marc would always have to think about it, at first he usually says no immediately because he knew of the dangers and he never wanted you to get hurt but as a few minutes pass he’d remember you’re just a woman wanting to have fun causing him to give in and let you out but not before scolding you to be back before midnight. But Jake?, he would go out partying with you if you wanted him to. Although he was a very unhinged man and would kill any guy that even tried to get your attention. He still had a soft side.

Today Jake was fronting, it was around 5pm and you planned on leaving by 6pm but your hair was playing up and it was pissing you off. You let out a groan when your hair kept going frizzy as you tried to straighten it, Jake had pushed open your bedroom door with a worried look “you alright honey?” Your fustrations completely washed away as you smiled at him “I’m okay it’s just my hair” you noticed how his breathing evened out as if he was relieved “Do you need help?…Im not the best at doing hair but i’d like to try” you want to say no because you’d be late to meet your friends but Jake was never the type to be affectionate so when he was, you could never say no.

—

You let out a laugh when Jake got up scoffing “i cant do it” he was genuinely mad at himself. You rose from your seat laughing and looked in the mirror immediately bursting into tears of laughter “Oh my god” Jake gave you a scolding look but you could tell it was taking all his will power not to smile at your laugh “it- its fucking amazing” Your hand gripped the edge of the dresser steadying yourself as you examined the 3 pigtails sticking outside your head. For a second you felt your chest tightening, you knew you were about to let out the deadliest laugh ever until Jake pointed at you “dont you dare, i tried my best. Marc would do worse” with that you let it out dropping to the floor laughing again “i know” Jake looked at the mirror and smiled when he saw Marc sticking his middle finger up at him.

Finally you calmed down and took out the hair ties deciding to just put it up in a high ponytail, checking the time you saw that it had just passed 6:01 and you hurried to your roomate who was now sitting at the coffee table with a glass of whiskey and a newspaper beside him, kissing him on the cheek “When do you want me back?” Jake raised an eyebrow at you “Just be back before 3am alright? Stay safe and have fun” You smiled at him and you both said your “i love you” before you shut the door.

The cab driver wasnt the most polite person you’ve ever met but then again the poor guy has probably dealt with alot of drunk people, drunk couples and rude men. You tipped him £20 since you actually felt bad for the guy, his eye lit up a little and he smiled at you “God bless you” you nodded with a smile as you slid out of the car, your friends came rushing to you with their arms open “heyyy” Aria greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as Kath grabbed you by your arm “lets go, I already have drinks waiting for us and dont worry” she winked “i have someone watching the drinks” you and Aria shook your heads and laughed knowing she’d only spend the night with the new guy she found an interest in.

The building was rammed with people dancing and drinking so you’d occasionally get bumped into even when you’re simply sat down and honestly it started to work up some anxiety. Kath had gone off with the mysterious guy within minutes leaving just you and Aria laughing and joking about random things “So…is your roomate still single?” She gave you a side eye sipping her drink in a mocking way making you hum and squint at her “he is single and he will stay like that until they get my approval” you shrugged your shoulders smiling “My bestfriend…especially Steven doesnt deserve some cheap whore” you looked down at your drink “They all deserve happiness not…” you thought back to when that weird guy with long hair told Steven “theres chaos in you” causing you to sigh “forget it, lets just have fun yeah?” Aria nodded and you were both making your way to the main area for a dance. You liked them, you knew the minute you started fantasising about them when one of them would come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around their waist.

—

2 hours passed and you ended up on some chair in the bar next to a passed out Aria, it was only 9pm and people were already leaving. You were dizzy, there’s no doubt you had alot to drink but it only hit you now that you had no ride home. You gave the money in your pocket to that Cab driver and spent the rest on drinks. Aria obviously cant drunk drive so you had no other choice but to call jake. You wanted to go home anyway, you were uncomfortable. Throughout the dancing you noticed a face you knew you had seen before but you couldnt put your finger on it, he kept staring at you and not once did he try and hide it. Now that Aria was passed out drunk you were left on your own, pulling out your phone wiping away the splashes of alcohol that had gotten onto your it.

Ring

No answer

Ring

Still no answer.

Your heart started thumping, you reached over to Aria and tried shaking her awake but it had absolutely no use. You called over the bartender who you knew was very close with Marc, the obvious suggestion would be to ask him for a lift but he couldnt leave, not until midnight. “Hey frank, could you do me a favour and let Aria crash at your place once your shift is over? I need to get home” Frank rubbed the towel between his hands, flinging it over his shoulder “Of course princess, you sure with going home alone? Its dark and i have noticed that asshole staring at you all night” he paused for a moment “you know what Marc would do if anything happened to you darlin” you sighed and nodded “i know, but staying here is so much more nerve racking i cant explain it” he nods and makes his way over to you placing a soft hand on your cheek kissing your forehead. Frank castle was like your dad, he was extremely protective of you but knew he couldnt control you. Jake, Marc and Steven wouldnt approve of it unless it was for good reasons. You leaned into his kiss and then moved away to leave “If you can please try and ring him he isnt picking up, tell him im on on my way home” frank smiled sadly at you “be safe kiddo”. you stumbled your way out of the bar and onto the dark street breathing in the fresh air “fuck” you muttered digging your hands into your pockets.

You stood staring at the buildings in front of you for a while before rubbing your eyes and starting your walk home. It only took a few corners before you felt the sudden hairs on the back of your neck stick up, you were being watched. You could literally feel it. Your drunken state didnt allow you to react as fast as you should, you shouldve ran the moment you felt eyes on you but you didnt. And that’s exactly why youre now being shoved into the back of a car with a bag over your head, whoever it was had hit you with a blunt object because you were completely unconscious with blood seeping out the side of your head. The person was ‘respectful’ enough to lift the bag off and place his sweater against your head slowing the bleeding.

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Jake felt his heart sink out of nowhere, he was simply watching tv with his arm slung around the arm rest. He sat up quickly looking over at the mirror, Steven stood there wringing his fingers together “you felt that too huh?” Steven nodded, his face flushed with worry. He quickly stood up and went over to his phone that was charging in the kitchen and lifted it to see the multiple missed calls from you, his eye twitched and his hand clutched the phone “shit…shit shit shit” Jake rushed to grab his jacket while pressing on your name letting his phone ring just for it to go straight to voicemail. He stopped moving. Not once in your life had you not picked up his call even when you were asleep. Something was wrong, he felt it, Steven felt it and so did Marc. Marc could feel what Jake was feeling and it only made him want to throw up in fear, Jake felt sick, he felt like his heart was actually melting and forming a hot pain in his stomach. He doesn’t even know for sure that something is wrong but he’s already losing his mind. You’re his bestfriend, yes they all share the same body and blood but he was the one who was fronting when he met you. They all loved you more than anything and would set fire to the world if you asked, but Jake would do literally anything just for a smile.

You groaned, lifting your head to scan the throbbing pain in your head with your fingers only to realise your arms were restrained with chains, you looked down and not to your surprise your ankles were restrained too. Panic spread through you faster than you could blink a second time “hello?” You called out hesitantly but there was silence. It was too silent, it scared you. “Hello?” You called out more sternly, jerking backwards when a guy with long hair and that weird cracking noise his sandals ma- him.. that guy that told steven he had chaos in him thats who it was

“i wont hurt you y/n” he said, his voice rough as if he hasnt slept in decades. “i only need one piece of information and you can leave” he walked closer to you, his odd looking walking stick clacking against the stone floor, your eyes took in his state, he was sweaty, his clothes seemed dirty and that stick had a purple glow to it. As much as you were scared, you were more scared of what jake and the others would do if he finds out about this guy.

The door opened and 3 other men walked in, armed with bats, knife and a golf stick. “Your friend has something very…very important and i’m gonna have to take it back, now i’m aware he will find me. he has a moon God to protect him, but” he ticks “you have absolutely no protection and you are his main priority, you are what he cares about most” The fear you had disappeared and was washed over with anger…rage even. How dare he. Using you as fucking bait.

One of the men stepped forward “Harrow, the girls phone?” he reached into his pocket waving your phone in the air for him to see then placing it back in his pocket. He approached you once again, his finger lifting your head up by your chin but the seething rage that bubbled in you took over, you leaned back gathering your saliva and spitting in his face. Harrow stepped back in the most calm manner wiping your spit off his face with a cloth “That was unnecessary, now you’ve only made things harder for yourself little girl” he shook his head turning away from you and mumbling something on his way out, as soon as the door shut his men strode forward the first to connect with you was the golf stick against your knee making you scream in pain “GET THE F-mph” You were silenced as a piece of cloth was shoved into your mouth. The actions repeated until one of them stuck you across the same spot on your head as of earlier knocking you unconscious.

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Jake ran into the bar “Frank….FRANK!” He shouted, Frank rushed towards Jake with a concerned look “what is it? Wheres…where’s y/n Jake” He watched the colour drain from his face “she’s not here?” Frank shook his head “no, she left to go home..she didnt make it home did she” Jakes breathing turned into heaves of anger and before he knew it he was throwing a chair straight through the nearest window shattering both objects. “Fuck!” His hands ran through his sweaty curls pacing around the bar “There was a guy, shoulder length hair, old lookin’ he carried a walking stick i-it had purple on it if that helps”

“Harrow. That little bug” khonshu spat. Jake grimaced “puta” was all he grumbled before storming out of the door, Khonshu forced the suit upon Jake so he could move faster. Luckily for you Khonshu knew exactly where you were.

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The shock of freezing water being thrown over you made you jump awake, your eyes trailed to the red tinted water that ran down your body from connecting with the wound on your head. “Lets try this again?” Harrow leaned forward “where is the golden scarab” You furrowed your eyebrows “wph?” Harrow smiled at you, removing the cloth so you could speak “what the fuck are you talking about” He clenched his jaw in frustration, suddenly you let out a sickening scream as Harrow dug a thumb into your right knee you could feel the bone move, knowing your knee was shattered.

“I DONT KNOW!” You shouted at him, panting and writhing against the restraints “I dont know i swear”

Again, Harrow stared blankly at you “bring her out” you tilted your head in confusion just for it to snap back up when you saw a bloodied kath being dragged into the centre of the tomb. The man she went away with? Kath was unconscious, she looked like she had been beaten to death and it was making your heart wring. “Y/n I’ll give you one more chance alright?” You stared at him with teary eyes “Where is the scarab” tears streamed down your face and you looked away from him “I really dont know” your chains were instantly detached from you and you were yanked upwards letting out a whimper from your knee. Obviously it was useless as he handed you a knife “kill her” your eyes widened. Your jaw slightly agape “you kill her or i’ll kill you” “then kill me..kath doesn’t deserve this” Harrow chuckled at that “and you do?, you’re more innocent than her” the sound of a gun cocking made you twist your head towards Kaths limp body and the man behind her body aiming a pistol at the back of her head “sorry y/n, but things dont work that way. Just tell me where it is and you can both go home” again you stared at Kath, your ears blocked out what harrow was saying and that was a big mistake. You stood in shock, Harrow sighed in disappointment and nodded. The thing that finally made you snap out of your daze wasnt Harrow forcing you away, it was the ear piercing sound of a gunshot, blood spewing on your arms and a few dots on your chin “you’ll die” you whispered over and over “you’re dead harrow” He smiled, mocking you but you had enough. What exactly where the consequences? You grabbed hold of his arm that was forcing you away and you bit down on it feeling something burst in your mouth, you knew it was blood because of the way he wailed in pain punching you off him.

The men hurried over to Harrow, one of them, a lady, making her way over to you “hey..dont look at that okay? take this” she handed you a key and smiled “go okay” you couldnt respond due to your head buzzing. But you grabbed the key nonetheless and unlocked the chain strapped around your ankles, Harrow screamed at his oblivious men to grab you but it was too late for that you were already out of the tomb sprinting as fast as you could but it wasnt much use, your right leg was broken and it was causing you enough pain to drop to the floor “shit shit” you cursed, quickly laying on your stomach and crawling instead.

…..

“Khonshu” Jake warned, Khonshu had the power to make him faster but he wasnt and Khonshu wouldn’t tell him why all he said was “keep running”. His feet burned from the sand rubbing against his skin, he looked ahead and slowed. There was a body, your shirt, it had to of been you.

Jake picked up the pace again and his heart dropped when he saw it was you. Blood still leaking out of your head colouring the sand, there was a harsh bruise forming on your eye from Harrows punch, you were wet and cold aswell as being covering in your friends blood. “Oh no” he knelt down turning you on your back so he could check your pulse

She is alive Jake, But another hour in this cold will kill her

He nodded his head and lifted you in his arms but he was stopped as 3 men came rushing out of the tomb and towards you, Jake kissed your forehead and laid you back down before easily taking them out. He returned but when he touched you his eyes shot back and he grunted as Marc took over. “Y/n” he cried “y/n get up just open your eyes” no response. Jake was furious that he took over but he didnt blame him. Marc swept you up and carried you back home, the door slammed shut and his suit disolved.

You stirred as you felt your body sinking into something soft but it didn’t comfort you, your eyes went wide and you started thrashing at Marc telling him to leave you alone “i dont know where it is!” Steven immediately fronted and pulled you into his chest “hey hey” you struggled in his grip “it’s okay honey it’s okay you’re safe you’re home” his soft hand stroked the side of your cheek calming you down “it’s Steven” you took a deep breath and looked up at him. Your eyes flooded with tears again and he hushed you, gently laying you back down and covering you in the soft blanket “you’re safe i promise” you curled up against the blanket crying into it while Stevens heart ached at the sight.

Jake fronted after you eventually cried yourself to sleep, he knelt down beside the bed and gently wiped away the blood on your face. You flinched in your sleep and he pulled away “oh cariño” his thumb traced around your eye and he sighed. He was angry at himself for letting you go out ignoring Marcs protests telling him that he had a bad feeling.

i fucking told you it was a bad idea but what did you do jake? You let her out as always…this is your fault

Jake snapped “Dont you fucking dare point any fingers at me amigo, she is our friend not our toy. She goes out if she pleases we do not control her life hijo de puta” Marc shut up immediately, clenching his jaw but walking away again. Steven emerged slowly making eye contact with an angry Jake through the mirror. Marc and Jake always had to compete on who was the bigger man and it always ended in conflict but when it came to steven, both marc and jake found comfort in him.

i-is she okay? I really hope so

Jake smiled weakly at him “i hope so too little amigo” Steven fidgeted with his sleeves staring at you

would it be okay if i front before we sleep? i-i mean you sleep… or me..fuck

He laughed at Stevens rambling and nodded his head “it’s okay Steven, you can front now if you want to” stevie nodded and took over the body saying goodnight to jake and crawling into bed beside you in case you woke up thrashing again.

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[coffeeandbatboys]

Losing You \\ Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: Reader is Quill's ex. Said reader goes after another, abusive ex, and gets hurt badly.

^ gif is not mine, I got it off of google.

Warnings: mentions of death, attempted murder, abuse, blood, mild language. Angst. Also fluffy ending.

A/N: I wrote this for a challenge that @make-me-imagine started and used two of the provided prompts, highlighted in bold. Hope you like it!

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Peter had only actually been scared a few times in his life. Once was the last time he saw his dying mother. And when he got abducted.

It was safe to say, now was one of those times.

You'd gone out on your own, risking your life to finish a job that no one else could. It had to do with your Ex. Hell, the entire situation about to unfold had to do with your exes.

You weren't a murderer. But this man had to be stopped before he did those unimaginable things to anyone else. He'd beat you. Tortured you. Threatened you. And you stayed for it? There must've been something wrong with your head.

Fear.

You stayed because of fear.

You mentally beat yourself up for not staying with Peter. Sure, he was arrogant and a bit greedy, but that was 26 years of the Ravagers coming through. Yet, underneath all of that was a heart of gold. A man who protected you at all costs. You wished he was here right now, to hold you, tell you he loved you.

Because he still did.

And you were sure you did too.

Covered in blood and bruises, you slumped down in the alleyway. You hadn't killed your ex. You couldn't bring yourself to do it, and that came with consequences. Your ears began ringing and vision blurred, yet you could tell someone was crouched next to you. Faintly through the persistent static ringing, you heard a voice calling your name. A familiar voice. It wasn't long before two arms clad in red leather wrapped around you, a hand cradling the back of your head. You felt a sense of safety, and succumbed to darkness.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me. God knows I still love you y/n."

Your eyes felt heavy as you struggled to open them. You were laying on something soft. Odd, since the last thing you remembered was being in an alleyway. Then the voice. You replayed the words that had just been spoken to you and realized who that voice was.

Jolting awake, the first person you saw was your other, definitely much sweeter ex, Peter Quill. Then you realized what had happened. By chance, he'd found you and carried you back to his ship. Looking around, you recognized his room.

"Oh, um....hi. I'm glad you're awake." He said, as if he hasn't just confessed he still loved you. Had you just imagined that?

You tried to say something, but the weight of all your mistakes -leaving Peter, going after your other ex- came crashing down on you, and you burst into tears. Within seconds he had moved towards you, wrapping you in the same embrace as earlier.

"Shhh, baby. I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt you." He whispered, hand rubbing circles on your back.

You hadn't imagined it.

Pulling back to look at his face, you saw his terrified look, realizing what he'd just said.

But he hadn't finished the thought when your lips found his. He didn't hesitate at the sudden kiss, instead he pulled you in closer. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his.

"Peter, how did you find me?" You asked, mind racing back to that night. You'd just been thinking of him.

"I don't know- I just, walked by and, saw you there."

"I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

"What?"

"Before, I was thinking of how stupid I was, leaving you. And then you were there..."

He didn't say anything, instead, pulling you closer. You realized that he'd cleaned your wounds and dressed the larger ones. Another reason you shouldn't have left him.

"Join the Guardians again, y/n. Come with me."

You didn't even have to think.

"Yes. God yes."

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Ok so this one is very dark and angsty.

Not what I expected.

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[gakehc]

Temptation (Part 2)

You and Chris Motionless are always chatting but you both never saw each other in person. Now that he is finally in your country, you will need to work hard to not fall into his arms and end up in bed with him.

♡ Author's note: it took me a long time to write this because I was never satisfied and I wanted to write something really good. I think my english is kinda poor so that's why I'm feeling insecure but fuck it, we're here for the horny stuff. I hope you guys like it and PLEASE let me a feedback 🖤 not too long like the first part.

♡ Warnings:  This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction writen. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too serious. +18 only. Oral sex (male and female), dirty talk, fingering, female masturbation, p in v sex.

♡ Characters: Chris Motionless×reader

♡ MASTERLIST HERE.

PART I

Chris is still on the sidewalk and you have only a few seconds to decide what you are going to do. Is it really worth it to lose the chance to be with him even though it will be the first and last time? This is one of the hardest choices you have to make in your life; it's like having to decide between taking the blue or the red pill. You look quickly through the window and he's still there, looking at his phone and probably sending a message to someone. He looks up at the window but you hide behind the curtain, closing your eyes as you try to think straight. You know your body is craving for Chris, your heart it's telling you that this is your chance to finally do all the things you imagined all the times you were talking to him late at night. What does his lips taste like? Are they soft? Is he a good kisser? Dear God! You are starting to feel tortured by your own thoughts. 

As you try to peek if Chris is still there, you see that he is still looking at your window. He looks so frustrated that it breaks your heart. You should not let him go now! Not until you have the experience that you both are always wondering about. You just need to take a deep breath, be brave and go after him. 

You go down the stairs as fast as you can, almost tripping at some steps. The light from the hallway illuminates his face as he turns around to the building door, being catched by surprise when he sees you there, walking towards him.

"Chris!" You say, sounding a little desperate and out of breath. Going down the stairs so fast was not a good idea.

"Is anything wrong?" He is worried about your situation. 

"Yes… I mean… No! Kind of!".

Acts are better than words and you can't think straight right now. You throw yourself on Chris' arms and cup his face while your lips take the initiative with an intense kiss. He tastes so good, your tongues curling around together while he pulls your body and grabs your waist with his strong and big hands.  

A taxi arrives to pick Chris and take him to the hotel but you quickly talk to the driver, and soon he leaves. Chris is confused but he's really hoping that you changed your mind about him. The idea of finally spending the night with you is making his heart race a little, it's not that he is nervous like he used to get when he was a teenager but being with you it's something that really excites him. It's kind of a rush of adrenaline when he waits for you to say what he wants to hear. 

"I want you to stay" you say.

You hope that Chris hasn't changed his mind because of your indecision and of course he didn't. Actually, he loved to see how desperate you looked when you appeared at the door, in the end you couldn't resist. When you're back to the apartment, you feel his strong hands catching you again and pinning you against the wall. He presses your body against him while he kisses you slowly, feeling how soft your lips are. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let yourself go into this lust filled kiss while his hand goes down and grabs one of your thighs, pushing it and wrapping around his waist. Soon you break to catch some breath, his eyes gazing at your face like he wants to record in his mind all the little details on it like the sun made freckles on your cheeks and the format of your lips, how your eyeliner was drawn in a very thin and delicate way and how the green in your eyes can change because of the lightning. You feel your cheeks reddening a little, no one ever looked at you this way. 

"You're so fucking pretty, I want to fuck you so much" he mumbles, his voice never sounded so damn sexy.

"So do it. Fuck me, Christopher". 

This is everything he wanted to hear. He squeezes your butt and you let your head fall behind, letting him go down on your neck and press soft kisses on your skin, but you want it rough, you need more. Chris is not a guy who tends to be too delicate, he is just trying not to scare you. He knows that you were unsure about doing this.

"I will, darling… I will fuck you hard" his words are driving you crazy. 

You both can't wait anymore. You desperately start to take his shirt off as he helps you, showing his full tattooed chest. He picks you up and you tangle your legs around his waist, his hands holding your butt and squeezing them, making you gasp. He places you on the dinner table, spreading your legs and lifting your dress up, tossing it around. You're full of heath deep inside your whole body, every single piece of you is begging to feel Chris touching you. He looks at your red laced underwear, his eyes full of lust and the most depraved intentions. He bites his bottom lips when you finally take off your bra, burrowing his face on your neck, feeling how good you smell. He loves the fruity floral scent of your perfume and how it smells like cherry in the beginning and ends smelling like jasmine. It suits you so well. His lips kissing you and gently sucking your skin in a path from your neck to your collarbone, going down to your breasts. 

"How big they are… so naturally beautiful" he says, admiring you. 

You indeed have really big breasts and you know men tend to like it. Chris' big hands are perfect to cup and squeeze them really hard, he plays with your hard nipples as your skin shivers at his touch. His tongue sucks one of them and he grabs it with his teeths, making you feel a little bit of pain. The way he works with his tongue is so delicious that you wonder how good it would be to feel him licking you down there. His strong hands pushes you closer to him, your legs around his body. You move your hips slowly, griding your crotch against his as you can feel the huge volume on his pants, making your pussy throb. 

"Fuck, you naughty bitch" he smirks. 

Chris quickly moves you to the couch, laying you there and spreading your legs again. He is feeling his mouth watering as he takes off your soaking wet panty, loving to see how wet you are. You're breathing fast as he gets closer to your arousal.

"What a beautiful pussy, I don't even need to touch it to know that it is soaking wet… is this for me?". 

"Yeah" you mumble.

"Mm… that's so good. I wonder how it tastes like". 

He starts to tease you by rubbing his fingers slowly on your folds, making you almost beg for him to do more. He is loving to see the desperation in your eyes, how much you want him to touch you. It reminds him of all the times he wanted to feel you but you were miles and miles away from each other. Chris always wanted to know how good it would be to feel your body on his. He finally inserts two fingers inside of you, taking in and out, feeling every inch of your core as he looks for a special spot inside of you. Soon, he finds the right place and starts to rub it with his fingers, not too slow but not too fast, just enough to make you feel so fucking good you can't hold yourself. 

"Fuck, I need to taste it" he's impatient.

You can't help but moan louder when his tongue finally touches your clit. Your moans are like music to Chris' ears, he could listen to your pleasure gruns all day long. He knows exactly where your best spots are like he had a map or something, it's impossible to believe that this is your first time with him. It feels like he has known you since forever. 

"Fuck… oh yes" you groan, making him giggle.

"I want you to cum on my mouth, baby. Can you do that for me?".

"Y-yes".

He puts two fingers inside of your pussy again while he licks your clit in circular motions. Soon, he sucks it so hard it makes a little noise. You grab a pillow with all the strength you have when you feel the orgasm building. Chris knows that you are close so he moves his fingers faster as his eyes keep watching your reactions. He likes to see how beautiful you look when you're about to cum, your mouth open as you roll your eyes in pleasure. 

"Oh my god, Christopher…".

You start to feel an orgasm like you never had before, it makes you curl your toes and arch your back as a huge wave of electricity possesses you completely. All this pleasure makes you want to do something that you always imagine about. Besides being a really good friend to you, Chris has woken something in you that you can't fight. All the times he flirts with you, you wonder how good his dick must taste like. How you would love to take everything in your mouth, even though sucking dicks isn't your thing. You quickly start to work on his pants before Chris finally gets rid of it. You grab him by his arm, making him sit on the couch. You go down on your knees, in front of him, and he knows what you want to do. He opens his legs so you can position yourself between them as your fingers work on the band of his boxers, pulling it out desperately. Your eyes shine when you face his already hard cock right in front of you, and soon you are stroking him before you put it inside your mouth.

"You have no idea how many times I thought about fucking your pretty mouth" he says.

His words are enough to make you feel the warmth inside your thighs getting even warmer that it could burn. His hands grabbing your hair and pushing your head against his crotch. You open your legs a little bit and start to touch your clit, rubbing slowly while your mouth keeps sucking Chris' delicious cock. 

"Seems like sucking me makes you horny" he says.

It really does. You just take his cock off of your mouth to smile but soon you put it back in again. You want to take everything inside your throat, even though it will make you gag. Chris has a long dick so it's not easy to keep everything in your mouth. It's so good to see him gasping while you lick his head in circular motions, his mouth opening while he tries to breathe normally. 

"Fuck…" he mumbles, making you feel proud of yourself.

It's impossible to hold yourself anymore. There's a urge to feel Chris inside of you, fucking you hard like he said he would. 

"Oh, please! I can't wait anymore" you say.

"You want me to fuck you, that's right?".

"Mm" you nod.

"How much do you want it?".

"I want it badly! Let me ride you!".

You straddle him and one of his hands is on your hip as the other is rubbing the tip of his cock on your folds. You help him get inside of you and the feeling of taking his cock is absolutely amazing. His is so long that he reaches the deepest part of your core as you go up and down on him. You start slowly, and now it's Chris that is feeling desperate. He wants to fuck you hard and rough. 

"I always knew that your cock would feel so damn good inside of me" it's your turn to tease him "All those nights when I was alone, hearing your voice through the phone, I always thought about riding you like this". 

Chris is about to go insane! You see how crazy he is to fuck you harder so you move faster for him, just he way he likes it. He also moves his hips to help you, making his cock go even deeper. Chris' groanings turn you on so much that it makes you bounce your hips fast, your crotch hitting against his and making a loud noise. He slaps your buttcheek so hard that you turn your head back and let out a huge moan, then he grabs both of them with all his strength. You like the pain that his large hands are providing you. 

Chris likes to see you leading the movements but his nature is to be in command. There's an energy inside of him that needs to come off, it's like a beast that he needs to release. This makes him pull you up on his arms again, taking you to the bedroom and throwing you on the bed, making your body bounce on the mattress. His hands grab your thighs and spread them so he can fit between them. You feel his cock roughly entering inside you again, going deep and straight to the point. The way your warm walls embrace Chris's cock is driving him crazy, he pounds inside of you so hard you start to scream, it's so strong that you're afraid the bed might break. Thank God you're leaving in two days and you won't need to deal with the neighbors complaining how loud you are. 

"Fuck, Christopher!" You groan.

"You're taking it so good, baby".

Sweat it's dripping from his chest as he moves even faster, all the sexual energy he had to hold all day long is being released now. He was dying to fuck you like this. The once perfect eyeliner on your eyes is now blurry and ruined, the mascara melting on your cheeks. And again, the orgasm is building on your core, your whole body shaking and shivering as you try to deal with all the pleasure you're feeling. You never thought that you were able to feel this. It's happening again, you're cuming in the most breath taking way. Chris smiles as he feels your arousal clenching his cock, he knows you're cuming for the second time. 

"Mm, that's right" he takes his cock inside of you and sees that it's all soggy with your juice "Your cum is all over my dick" he smiles.

Now it's his time. You want Chris to fill you with his warm liquid so you desperately hold his throbbing cock and put it inside of your pussy again. There's a smirk on Chris' face, he is loving to see how naughty you are because he never had seen this side of you yet; it's sinful and dirty, just the way he likes it. Seeing you so surrendered to him is messing with every single cell of his body. Finally he cums inside of you like he always wanted to. His seed filling you while he groans in the sexiest way possible. You feel so satisfied as he gazes at you, his dick still on you because he doesn't want to let go of you yet. 

Soon, he collapses at your side. There's a weird feeling in your chest, you wonder if Chris will still be the nice guy and friend he is to you or if he will stop caring about you now that he got what he wanted. Of course you wanted it too, you always did, but you know how men are. Is Chris different from the others? You close your eyes with fear, did you made the right choice? You gave yourself to him, let him take you on a journey it's going to be hard to forget. 

"You're amazing" he says, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"You're not that bad, too".

"What?" He laughs "I just made you cum real good, you were moaning like a bitch a few minutes ago".

"Yes I was" you laugh as your cheeks blush "But that doesn't mean anything".

"Yeah" he's ironic. 

Chris wraps his arms around you as he pulls you closer to him. Your eyes close and you start to rewind what happened in the last hour. Isn't it unfair how things work for both of you? You have a good life in Sweden, a lot of things to consider while there's a nice and hot guy touring around the world and you can't follow him. But you hope you two can still be friends just like you always did. 

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The noise of Chris' phone ringing makes you open your eyes from the best sleep you had in months. You can see through the window that the sun is already shining. Soon, Chris awakes. He snorts, annoyed by the fact that is probably one of the guys calling him. He gets up and goes to the living room, you're watching his naked body as he searches for his phone in the pocket of his jeans. You can't believe how hot he is, you love how his thighs are thick even though tall guys tend to be skinnier, the way his strong arms are covered with beautiful tattoos. 

"Calm down, I will be there in a few minutes" he says, quickly hanging off the phone "It was Ricky. We overslept".

"What time is it?".

"Almost 1 p.m.".

"Shit!" You jump on the mattress.

"I need to go".

He dresses himself very fast and soon he's ready to go. But first, he gives one last look to your naked body laying on the bed. You look so beautiful, even though your hair is kinda tangled and there's some blurred makeup on your face. 

"Fuck… you're so beautiful" he says, that velvety voice you love to hear "I wish I could stay and fuck you one more time".

"Don't worry, we still have plenty of time after the concert".

"Seems like you're insatiable".

"Only me?" You give him a naughty smirk.

"See you later, then".

Your lips meet in a delicate kiss and you wish you could get some more but Chris really needs to go. But before he leaves, you need to bring some peace to your heart.

"Wait…" you say, getting up and running towards him, who waits at the door.

You hug him tight, feeling the fabric of his clothes against your skin, the smell of his cologne making you get wet again "Are we still good friends?".

"Of course, baby. You are one of my dearest friends". 

"I just wanted to make sure" you lay your head on his chest. 

"Don't worry about this. See you later?".

"Sure!"

#motionless in white fanfic #motionless in white #chris motionless #miw fanfic #miw

[theambitiouswoman]

God is a women

-Ariana grande

And that women is @theambitiouswoman , I MEAN IT

thanks the best advice ever, if u remember I was one asked you about jobs and interviews stuffs

That ask which I asked you was almost solved (because of your advice)

But I actually didn't narrate the whole situation because it's totally different now..

Please help me

I already had my job which I already got placed at the college campus itself and the role is junior software developer .which will be starting by this august 1st

Yes it's pretty good that's very good role for every carrier bulider.

But the #1 problem is the company has 9 hours working shift ??? Like omggg that's so horrible timings for mee seriously ill be dead by that .. there's no time to breathe even

#2 salary is very less, why am I working at the first place? To have good money right and look at the timings . salary supposed to me good paying , but it's not

Which is so bad btw ..as my seniors said the company itself is very bad..they really suck

All the students who are literally dumb were got placed in sucha good companies,

Why not meee?

So that's the reason why I was desperately trying to jump on another good company from so many months since I got placed but I couldn't do it till now😭😭

Like girl I never imagined I would be going to this company ever..as I told you it's torturous to work there

My question is I need little more time to jump but company is starting at aug 1st ..how to survive there and jump to another one?? It's building trauma

The working hours , and obviously software developer has sooo muchh work , day and night coding, coding and coding

hahahaa! I am truly humbled, ✨thank you ✨

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, and I appreciate your honesty.

I understand that finding a job after college can be challenging, and sometimes the offered pay may not meet your expectations. You have options, though. You can explore other job opportunities that align better with your goals and aspirations, or you can choose to work your way up in the current job if it offers potential for growth.

It's not uncommon for people to realize that the job they studied for isn't what they want to do. If that's the case, take some time to figure out what truly interests you and where your passions lie. Knowing what you want will help you make informed decisions about your career path.

You haven't started working at the new company yet, so you never know; you might end up enjoying it once you get a feel for the company's culture and working environment. However, if you find that it's not the right fit, don't be afraid to use the experience as a stepping stone to seek opportunities elsewhere.

Regarding the working hours, they may seem overwhelming at first, especially compared to college life. But as you adjust to the real world, you'll learn how to manage your time efficiently. Also, keep in mind the possibility of negotiating your salary if you decide to stay.

Remember that you have the power to shape your own life and career. Don't settle for something that doesn't bring you fulfillment. Pursue what you truly desire and be open to making compromises along the way.

Take your time to assess your options and make choices that align with your aspirations. You have the capability to carve your own path and go after what you truly want. Keep that in mind as you navigate your career journey.

I really want to end this by emphasizing that YOU DO NOT JUST HAVE TO TAKE WHAT IS GIVEN TO YOU IN LIFE. You can make your own decisions and go after what you actually want. Keep in mind, that along the way you will always have to make some sort of compromise too.

Best of luck, and remember that you have the strength to create a fulfilling future for yourself!

[the-art-of-meg]

I'm really sick of this narrative that people can't change.

That if you've done one thing wrong in your life that makes you a horrible, irredeemable person.

You don't have to empathize with that person. You don't even have to forgive them.

But recognize that a person is capable of change.

#heres a pretty horrible thing that I did #and heres what we can learn from it #watched a video with a toxic comment section that made me feel some kind of way #it was about someone who made a mistake in the past #and came clean about it and apologized for it #not expecting or wanting to be forgiven #no one dug up this info to harm this person #they came forward themselves and said #but no one chose to look at the fact that this person has clearly changed #and is clearly upset about what they'e done #or is trying to prevent it from ever happening again #all they care about is that it happened #and there may very well have been no change #that this person has not learned there lesson n #heartbreaking #this just in folks #you actually do have to stay up a night torturing yourself because you remembered something horrible that you did ten #years ago #because obviously that you know it was wrong and feel horrible about it means you haven't grown and learned and become a better person #and another thing #it is totally normal #in fact its to be expected #for someone to nervously laugh when theyre talking about something that theyre ashamed of or are uncomfortable with or feel guilty about #its a literal thing that happens in peoples brains #theyre not laughing because its a joke #jeez louis #i need sleep

[geltears]

soft kisses

Sanzu haruchiyo x reader

sanzu comes home to find you asleep on the couch

It's late in the night (more early morning because it's well past midnight) when you feel yourself being scooped up from your sleeping spot. You had fallen asleep on the couch while desperately waiting for Sanzu to get home. He had promised to have dinner with you so even after the food got cold you sat at the table, waiting with a heart full of hope. He didn't get home in time, though, he missed it for the third night in a row. He had stayed back in the office to help Mikey with God knows what. "Haru," you mumble in your half-asleep state. You see him smile at you through your half-lidded eyes.

"Hey love," you hear him speak and though his voice is a mere whisper against your ear it brings you joy because he's actually here—he's home. "I found you on the couch so I'm taking you to bed, 'kay?" You hum as you crack both eyes open, fighting sleep just to have the chance to look at his face. You lean your head your head against his chest and you find his arms much more comfortable than the sofa. The couch doesn't smell like him, you realized that when you curled into a ball on it. You thought, since he lounges about on the chair so much, maybe, just maybe it would smell like him.

"Did you wait long for me?" he asks as he lowers you onto the bed. You don't need to say anything, the soft nod of your head that resembles a nervous twitch is enough evidence. He only walks away long enough to get the blanket but when he returns, he finds you shifting and stirring on the bed. You twitch when he stretches his hand to touch you so he draws it back nervously, wondering if it's him or something else disturbing you. "Baby," he whispers and you stop moving as if his voice alone was enough to rid you of your worries.

With watchful eyes he looks you over, studying the slow rises and falls of your chest and the way your bottom lip shakes vulnerably. It's only then that he realizes you're wearing his shirt and not just any shirt, one he wears quite often. He frowns, his scars tilting with the action as his heart tightens, feeling guilty that you needed to do so much just to feel close to him.

"Baby," he calls again, and this time you turn to face him with your hands folded under your head. Your eyes are wide open now, no longer squinting so he knows you're properly awake and the guilt of waking you is added to his heart. "Are you cold?" is his question but it's not what he wanted to say. You don't get to answer before he's turning away to grab another blanket to wrap around you. You catch his wrist before he gets the chance and he realizes that your hands are shaking. Oh. Oh. His eyes blow wide and he scraps the blankets, crawling into his spot beside you instead.

His arms are warm as he pulls you into his chest, they're so big, you fit so perfectly in his hold. You drink in the comfortable silence along with the rhythm of his heartbeat. You tilt your head up and you have the urge to trace the scar that peeks out of his shirt. It's long and rigid, running from his collarbone to the very middle of his chest. You remember when he first got it, you were so scared when he came home covered in blood (even though half of it wasn't his). The thought of losing him was torture which is why you treat him coming as gold because he's safe, he's alive and he's coming home to you.

"I'm sorry I missed dinner," he tells you as he brings your hand that was gripping his shirt up to his lips to place feather-light kisses to your knuckles. "It's fine, really," you mumble but your eyes are closed so he's not satisfied with the answer.

"y/n."

You open your eyes at the use of your name and look up to stare directly into his blue eyes. The color is so bright and lively, you could write endless poems and stories about why you love them so much, you could even paint them, for hours (even though you know absolutely nothing about art, you'd be willing to try for him). "I'll do anything to make it up to you," he negotiates. You're quick to turn him down, not wanting to task him anything because you know how stressful his work is and he works so hard to give you the lifestyle you live. He does more than enough already, although it would be nice to have him home for dinner every now and then.

Then as he kisses your forehead, his lips warm and soft on your skin you think you just might take him up on the offer. "Well..." you start. And he starts to grin because that's his girl."C'mon, tell me. I'll do whatever you want." And he kisses your cheek, then your neck and you have to stop him before things go too far. "Can you rub my back?" is your silly request that makes him laugh and pinch his eyes closed. You watch him with a straight face, serious about what you want and it doesn't take him long to realize you're not joking.

So with a smile and soft tap on your shoulder, he pulls you to sit upright so he can massage your back. He has to laugh, it's such a mundane request but it's exactly why he loves you, it's the little things you treasure. "Could you also promise to have dinner with me tomorrow? Please?" you add. Now, his movements along with his breathing pause. He chews on his bottom lip in deep thought, you find it unnecessary. What is there to really think about? "Haru? I'll talk to Mikey if I have to."

"No, no. I'll take the day off so we can spend all day together. How does that sound love?" You have to blink for a moment and look back at him so you're sure he's not messing with you. He smiles genuinely and then you're pulling him into you to kiss him flat on the lips. "Thank you, Haru."

#sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu x reader #bonten sanzu #bonten #angst with a happy ending #comfort #established relationship #sfw #fanfiction #oneshot #tokyo revengers #cross posted on ao3 #Female reader

[iamafalseprophet]

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby · alex jones/barry milland x reader

a/n: this is platonic only, don’t worry, i’m well aware alex has the mental capacity of a child. don’t be weird with him, i’m writing this fic because i want him to just be happy and safe :,) i’m gonna refer to alex as barry in this since that’s what he goes by after being found, his birth name. also it’s almost 5am and i did not proofread im tired sorry

summary: during the aftermath of the kidnapping case, you take care of alex/barry for the night.

warnings/notes: mentions of past trauma/abuse/kidnapping, comfort mostly, gender neutral reader, platonic relationship, past childhood friends, reader takes care of him

word count: 2,100

ao3 link

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“Are you leaving soon?… I’ll be over, I’m on my way now… Okay, bye.”

You hung up your phone, grabbing your keys and pulling on a jacket as you filed out of the door of your apartment and into your car. It was early January now, and it’s been about a month since Barry Milland had been found living as Alex Jones with an abductor posing as his aunt. You two were friends many years ago in childhood growing up together, and though it was awhile ago, you still missed him. While you were overjoyed that he’d finally been found, you nearly broke down upon hearing what torture he went through for a week.

You were driving right now to where he was staying, with his actual family. They had to travel out of state and couldn’t bring Barry with, and had entrusted you to care for him. You had reunited with Barry a few times since he’d been found, and he had remembered you at least a little bit from when you were kids. You were happy to be caring for him.

It wasn’t too long of a drive. You pulled into the driveway, knocking on the front door where you were met with Barry’s parents. “Thank you so much for coming to do this. Oh, he’s in his room right now,” his mother said to you, both parents with coats on ready to go. You smiled at them, nodding. “Of course, I’m here anytime. We’ll have fun today, you guys don’t have to worry about anything.” You reassured, before the Millands exited their home once they’d gathered their bags, leaving you to call out something along the lines of ‘have a safe trip’.

You unzipped your thick jacket, laying it on the back of a recliner. Once you’d gotten your shoes off too, you made your way to Barry’s room, knocking lightly in hopes to not startle him. “Hey, It’s just me. We’re gonna be hanging out for a little.” You prompted first, seeing Barry watching cartoons on a TV he had in his room. He almost smiled a little first seeing you. “Whatcha doing?” You hummed, walking a little closer and asking first, “Can I sit down?” He waited for a moment, then nodded, to which you then sat down near him.

Barry still wasn’t super verbal yet, healing from what had happened to him in the past months, let alone past couple decades. Though, he didn’t seem to be entirely untrusting of you, seeing as you knew each other once before & his parents trusted you. Barry pointed to the TV, which had Courage the Cowardly Dog playing. He looked at you for a moment, then speaking softly, “Watch it with me?”Your lips curved upward into a smile, and you nodded back. “Sure. We can do whatever we want in the house today, okay?” You told him, and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes light up right then. Barry needed a friend again, and he had one.

After watching cartoons for around an hour, you heard a growling noise coming from Barry’s stomach, making you sit up a bit. “Do you want me to make some food?” You asked, him replying with a “Yeah.” It was probably time to eat dinner now anyway, almost six. You pulled yourself up. “Okay, c’mon.” You said, getting up from the bed, Barry closely following behind.

The two of you made your way to the kitchen, looking through what was there to make. “What do you want to eat?” You had asked him, awaiting a response. Barry thought for a moment, fixing his glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose. “Can I have a grilled cheese?” He asked, a nod coming from you. “Mmhm. Do you want to help with it or no?” Barry hummed back in response, grabbing the loaf of bread there. “Thank you.” You murmured cheerfully. He went in the fridge, getting cheese as well. “Could you grab the butter too, please?” You said, and he happily followed your request.

The grilled cheeses were nearly done, and they hadn’t really taken long. It was simple enough to where you didn’t mess it up. As you slid two sandwiches onto a plate, you felt a tap on your shoulder which prompted you to turn around. Barry held a box of cookie mix, shaking it inquisitively. “You want to make cookies?” He nodded. You smiled at the boy. “Okay, but you gotta eat dinner before anything sweet. Your food’s done.” You told him, exchanging the cookie mix for the plate, Barry walking to the dining table to sit down as you began to get out the supplies for cookies.

After a little while, Barry had finished his food and you both returned to watching cartoons when the cookies were put in the oven. The house was filled with a the sweet scent of them baking, which was comforting for the both of you at least. Barry showed you a couple of hot wheels he had, shyly asking if you’d play with him. You held a small red car in your hand, tracing over the bed with in and around Barry, which made him laugh a little bit, making your heart swell. It was really nice to see him at least a little happy.

“Are you having fun?” You asked him, a smile hesitantly forming on Barry’s lips. “Mmhm.” He said, shaking his head ‘yes’ slightly. At that, a ding from the timer you had set was heard in the kitchen, causing you to jump up slightly, gently grabbing Barry’s hand. “The cookies are done,” You entered the kitchen once again, carefully removing the tray with an oven mitt Barry found for you. “Wait for them to cool a minute.” You warned, then soon handing him a chocolate chip cookie. He stood there for a moment, and you wondered why you could see his lip tremble. He gave you a sort of sad look.

“Barry? What’s wrong, did I do something?” You felt worried, not anticipating this. He shook his head no, slowly stepping toward you and sort of reluctantly wrapping his arms around you in a hug. It seems like he’d been really happy to actually have a friend, have someone to play with and laugh with again after being in pain for so long. He was confused as to why you were so nice. While hoping you hadn’t overwhelmed him, you heard him sniffle, and it occurred to you that you’d just been standing there thinking. At that thought you quickly hugged him back, resting your head on his shoulder as you did so.

“Am I safe?”

His voice cracked, and you replied in a soft tone, your eyes shut, after a couple moments. “Yes, you’re safe, I promise. Nothing’s gonna hurt you.” You swore, standing there in the kitchen in a hug with him for awhile. After a little bit, he sniffed and you both pulled away, you putting your thumb up to his face to wipe away a rolling tear.

“It’s okay, Barry. Now come on, look what’s here for you.” You said sweetly, mentioning the cookies to which he picked one up, you doing the same. You lightly pulled him over to the couch with the plate of cookies, offering him the remote to pick a movie with. With your previous hug, he found himself a little more comfortable with being close. You sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, sharing a blanket and cookies. He had picked something to watch, and you happily sat there to watch it with him. And another after that.

Once you both were noticeably feeling a little tired. You started to get up, a small hum of protest coming from Barry as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He was fine right there, really. “Do you have to take a bath?” You asked, a nod coming from him. Showers had still frightened him since his torture, so he really preferred baths (which you’d been told).

He stood up with you, making his way to the bathroom next to his room hesitantly. “I can help you wash your hair and back, if you want me to. What do you think?” His parents said that he could do it by himself, but it was more of a comfort thing due to his recent fear. Barry stood there for a moment, then gently spoke. “Um, yeah.” He said it sheepishly, as you scooted past him to turn the water on for the bath. “Feel it first to see how you like it, okay?” You spoke, moving his hand under the water slowly. “Colder,” he said, and you nodded turning the handle to the right slightly.

“Get in, and then tell me when to come in, alright?” You spoke to him with care, trying to reflect that so that he’d feel safe and not have to worry about anything. You stepped outside of the room for a minute as he undressed and got in, soon hearing a soft ‘okay’ from behind the door. You entered to see bubbles filled the tub, toy cars lining the edge of it. A small smile formed back onto your lips. You gently took off Barry’s glasses and set them on the sink counter.

“The water is fine?” “Yeah.”

You wet his hair, dark brown and sort of long in length. You squeezed out some shampoo on your hands, watermelon scented. Your hands entangled into Barry’s hair, lathering the shampoo over and over. “Okay, tilt back.” You murmured, and he followed, looking up and staying still as he held one of his toy cars in his hand. A cup of water washed out the shampoo as you held your hand beneath Barry’s chin to keep it in place. Some soap on your hands again, he was turned slightly and you began washing his back. Barry seemed be enjoying just sitting there for now, or at least he was content.

When you both were all done, you drained the bathtub of its water and gave Barry a towel when he stood. He was still as he stepped out and you dried his hair for a little with a thinner towel. “Good job,” you praised him, aware of his aforementioned fear. He did well. A small smile came from him, and you placed his glasses back into his hands.

Barry headed back into his room, putting on a long-sleeve shirt and pajama pants to sleep in. At this point with you here, he didn’t necessarily want to be alone, but you mentioned you’d just be outside the door on the couch. He grudgingly got into bed, a small hug exchanged between the two of you, quick progress. You kept a nightlight on in there, cracking Barry’s door as he fell asleep.

You yawned, walking out of his room and onto the sofa where you all had watched movies before. Running a hand through your hair, you laid down and pulled a blanket over yourself, tired yourself. A lamp was left on, but before you knew it your eyes were closed.

As quick as you fell asleep, you woke up to sounds of sobbing. Barry was sitting on the couch, at your feet, not knowing what to do. Hazily, you sat up and became aware of what was happening. You frowned, looking at Barry and moving a bit closer to comfort him. “What happened?” You murmured, looking in his green eyes. Tears were on his cheeks and he was sniffling. You wiped them away again, pulling him up off the couch gently and going back to his room. You’d stay there this time.

“I was there, there again.” He sniffed.

It was a nightmare, then. Barry spoke through soft sobs, you leading him to lay back down, there beside him. “It’s okay,” you reassured as he was crying into the crook of your neck now. You wrapped your arms around him comfortingly, rubbing his back slightly in attempt to calm him. “I’m right here, Barry. You’re safe. All of that is over, okay?” You spoke. He hummed in response. You said more calming things gently into his ear, his sniffles slowly dying down as he fell back asleep into your arms.

You let out a small sigh, not out of irritation, but gratefulness. Grateful Barry was here right now with you, that you were able to calm him down, and that those people who had kidnapped him before are both gone. You shut your eyes, breathing slower.

You were always going to be here for him, your friend.

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #alex jones x reader #alex jones prisoners #barry milland #barry milland x reader #fluff!alexjones #fluff!barrymilland #!childhoodfriends #paul dano prisoners #fluff #comfort #platonic fic #prisoners (2013) #dano!alex jones x reader #alex jones prisoners (2013) #📁.emfics

[waitimcomingtoo]

The Hint

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis submitted by @jasmine11685: Peter gets jealous when you have to flirt with someone on a mission

Masterlist

“Wow.”

That was the only word Peter could say as you descended the staircase in a form fitting black dress. The slit up the side added an elegant touch, something needed for the ball you were going to.

“You look pretty “wow” yourself.” You smiled shyly as you lifted the hem of your dress to walk towards him. “The suit is a nice change from the flannels, though I do love those.”

Peter opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no words formed in his brain. As soon as you put your hands on his collar to tuck it under his suit jacket, his name was lost on his and all he knew was yours.

“So this is what it’s like to be speechless.” He chuckled nervously as you straightened his jacket.

“Shut up.” You giggled as your face flushed. “Your ties a little crooked.”

“Thanks.” Peter whispered as you adjusted his tie. “You look beautiful. Like, the kind of beautiful that makes you want to cry when you look at it.”

“Thank you.” You laughed again, out of habit. You looked at Peter through your eyelashes as your shaking hands slid down his jacket.

“Nervous?” He asked softly when he noticed your unsteady demeanor.

“A little.” You smiled weakly. “It’s uh, it’s a shame I’m gonna have to waste all this beautiful on some douche who won’t appreciate it.”

“Well I appreciate it.” Peter assured you. “All of it. What is your mission exactly?”

“I just have to get some information out of Harry Osborn. Apparently he’s the only one who knows what’s his father has been doing up at Oscorp. We have to find out his plans before he does something dangerous. Could you help me with this?” You asked as you handed him a diamond necklace. You turned around and Peter carefully moved your hair off of your back.

“Oh.” He said in surprise as he clasped the necklace around your neck. “And how are you planing on getting that information?”

“I’m gonna flirt with him like my life depends on it.” You said confidently as you turned back around. “Because who knows? It might.”

Peters face twitched in confusion as his eyebrows knit together. He felt a white hot jealousy run all the way to his scalp when he learned about the plan.

“You have to flirt with that asshole?” Peter laughed nervously and cleared his throat. “He’s a total playboy. He’s probably never done his own laundry a day in his life.”

“I think I can handle him.” You winked at him as you touched your your lipstick. “And his laundry.”

“I have no doubt in your abilities. I just wish you didn’t have to use them on him.” Peter said, mostly to himself.

“It’s fine, Pete.” You assured him. “I’m actually excited to do it.”

“Excited?” Peter began to sweat.

“Yeah.” You grinned in excitement. “This is the biggest role I’ve ever had in a mission. I really want to do a good job so I can impress my dad. That means I’m gonna have to pull out my best flirting.”

“Your best flirting?” Peter was really beginning to panic now.

“Yup. I need this boy to fall in love with me.” You told him. “Watch, by the end of the night, he’ll be putty in my hands.”

“I don’t think you should do this, Y/n.” Peter blurted. “I think we should get Natasha or someone else to do it. You shouldn’t have to be the shiny object we use to distract the enemy.”

“I’m fine with it, Pete. My dad didn’t give me this role because I’m pretty. He gave me this role because I have good communication and manipulation skills. Plus, I’m closest to Harry’s age. It all works out.”

“He could be really dangerous.” Peter protested. “You could get hurt.”

“I’m really dangerous.” You stated. “And he’s definitely gonna get hurt.”

“Just be careful, okay?” Peter sighed, making you look at him. You walked over to him and cupped his face in your hands, making his breath hitch in his throat.

“I got this, Petey.” You said gently. “I know you’re worried about me, but you have no reason to be. I can do this. And you, Sam, and my dad are gonna be listening the whole time. We’re gonna catch this guy. I know it.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt. If things go wrong-“

“They won’t.” You cut him off. “Go ask my dad. He drew up every possible outcome of this plan and they all end with Harry getting his ass kicked.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded and gave you a smile. “I’ll go talk to Mr. Stark.”

~

“You just had to believe in her.” Peter grouched as he barged into Tony’s office. “You just had to recognize her talent and trust her enough to carry the mission.”

“I’m sorry. Is that anger directed towards moi?” Tony touched a hand to his chest. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yeah, I am.” Peter said. “You know I like Y/n and sent her off to flirt with the richest playboy in New York City?”

“Hey.” Tony said sternly. “Playboy is my thing.”

“Why did you have to make her do this job?” Peter whined. “She’s gonna fall in love with him and forget all about me.”

“He’s a criminal, Peter.” Tony reminded him.

“So? Girls love that!” He protested. “You remember how she acted around Loki.”

“Don’t remind me.” Tony rolled his eyes. Peters face shifted back to his forlorn expression and Tony saw how much this was hurting him.

“Look, kid, don’t sweat this mission.” He said as he put a hand on Peters shoulder. “She’s just gonna get the information she needs from Harry and you’ll never have to worry about him again. You can go right back to your little will-they-won’t-they bullshit or whatever it is you’re doing.”

“I have a plan.” Peter insisted. “And Harry is going to put a serious wrench in my plan, thanks to you.”

“You have a plan?” Tony doubted. “Ive been watching you pine after my daughter for years. When is this plan going into action exactly?”

“I’m just going to think really hard about how I’m in love with her and wait until she realizes.” Peter mumbled as he adverted his eyes.

“Yeah?” Tony cocked his head. “And how’s that going for you?”

“I think she’s just about to get the hint.” Peter said and Tony let out a groan.

“Kid, just ask her out.” He reasoned. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could hear me.” Peter stated. “And then say no.”

“She’s never gonna take the hint unless you actually give her the hint.” Tony reasoned. “Why don’t you try tonight? She’ll be all giddy from successfully completing the mission. Perfect time to confess those bottled up feelings.”

“I don’t know.” Peter sighed. “Maybe.”

~

An hour later, you were making eyes at Harry from the bar. After locking eyes a few times, you signaled for him to come over.

“Hey.” Harry knocked on the bar twice and looked down at you. He sized you up before smiling in approval and sending you a nod.

“Hey.” You gave him a sultry smile as he sat down.

“You all by yourself?” He asked as he drummed his fingers on the bar.

“I was.” You took a sip and looked at him through your lashes. “Until you came along.”

“Mind if I stay?” He raised an eyebrow as he flagged down the bartender. You made a face as he ordered a drink before smiling at him.

“I prefer it.” You flirted.

“Good.” He accepted his drink and took a long sip. “I don’t like being told no.”

“Then you better give me something to say yes to.” You leaned on your hand and leaned towards him. Inside, you were gagging at his arrogance. On the outside, you were eating it up.

And that made two of you.

“Oh God.” Peter gagged as he listened to the banter through his ear piece. “This is torture.”

Sam, who was standing next to him as they both kept an eye on you, gave Peter a look.

“Relax, kid.” He sighed. “She’s just doing her job.”

“You’re a pretty bold girl. I like that.” Harry cupped your chin before releasing it. “Just not as bold as me.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbed his drink, and downed the rest before slamming the glass down. “How about now?”

“Oh, you are going to get me into trouble.” Harry chuckled and he scooted closer to you. Peter watched in disdain as the jealousy coursed through his veins again.

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” You crawled. “Don’t you like trouble?”

“I love it.” He insisted as he held out his hand. “My names Harry Osborn. You’ve probably heard of me.”

“I have.” You smirked as you shook his hand. “I’m Y/n.”

“Why is she talking like that?” Peter whined upon hearing your flirty tone. “She never talks like that.”

“Because she’s not trying to sleep with you, dummy. Thats why.” Sam snorted as he continued to watch.

“What?” Peter snapped his head towards Sam. “She’s not trying to sleep with that guy. She’s just getting information out of him.”

“Yeah well, guys tend to talk a lot more once you’ve tired them out.” Sam shrugged as he sipped his own drink. Pete’s face fell as he stared Harry down with daggers in his eyes.

“She wouldn’t do that.” Peter mumbled.

“Shhh.” Sam waved his hand. “I’m trying to listen.”

“So,” you took another sip from your drink, “Whats it like being the son of one of the most powerful men in the city? Wasn’t your dad like, 25 when he founded Oscorp.”

“23, but who’s keeping score.” Harry shrugged as he looked around the room. “I’ll probably do something like that soon. Maybe something even bigger. I already have a lot of ideas. Pretty impressive, huh?”

“Totally.” You egged him on but rolled your eyes when he looked away. “Do you ever get to watch his experiments?”

“Baby, I’ve seen just about all of them.” Harry bragged as he played with your dangling earrings. “He’s done things you wouldn’t believe. Things that aren’t even legal.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes widened in excitement and you leaned in closer. “Like what?”

“I can’t tell you here.” Harry pulled away suddenly and sighed. “I don’t want anyone hearing.”

“Alright.” You purposefully took the bait. “Then let’s talk somewhere else.”

“Do you know a place?” He played nonchalant as he put a hand on your knee. Peter watched the scene in front of him and looked away.

“Yeah. My bedroom.” You smirked and stood up. “Let’s go there.”

“Bold.” Harry rubbed his hands together and stood up as well. “You’re dangerous.”

You took his hand and lead him towards the elevator, feeling the gun that was strapped to your thigh brush against your leg as you walked.

“You have no idea.” You mumbled. You passed Sam and Peter and gave them a nod as you lead Harry towards his interrogation. Peter looked like he was ready to fight someone and Sam looked entirely amused. You gave them a thumbs up before leading Harry upstairs.

~

“What’s the craziest thing your dad has done?” You asked as you sat down on the bed. You flicked your leg out and pretended to examine your heels to draw his attention. Harry took the bait and held your ankle in his hands, admiring the fancy shoes Mr. Stark had given you for the mission.

“Why do you want to know?” He asked coyly as he looked up at you.

“Because I like to get a little crazy myself and I want to know how much you can handle.” You shrugged as you shook your hair out. Peter gulped as he listened, feeling his jaw tighten in anger. Tony joined him and Sam at their post and looked around for you and Harry.

“How’s the mission going?” He asked when he didn’t see you anywhere.

“Horrible.” Peter grumbled.

“She didn’t get him to the secondary location?” Tony worried.

“She did.” Sam cut in. “Peters just mad that his girlfriend just found herself a boyfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter snapped. “Maybe she would have been if Mr. Stark wasn’t a destroyer of young love.”

“Parker, quiet.” Sam commanded. “I’m trying to listen.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” Harry folded his arms as he looked down on you.

“You can trust me.” You told him as you reached up to grab his tie. You used it to pull yourself up and off the bed before planting a kiss right on his mouth.

“What was that?” Peter touched his fingertips to his ear piece when he heard silence from your end.” Why did she pause?”

“She didn’t pause.” Sam shook his head as he checked his watch.

“Then what-“

“She kissed him.” Tony cut in while giving Peter an apologetic look.

“She kissed him?” All the color drained from Peters face and Tony felt he was to blame.

“You know the Green Goblin?” Harry asked once you pulled away.

“Yeah.”

“That’s my dad.” Harry admitted, and Tony and Sam quickly wrote it down.

“No way.” You pretended to be impressed. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true. He was dying so he invented this serum to keep himself alive. It ended up giving him all these crazy abilities.” Harry boasted, incriminating himself further. “And he’s got this glider that he can fly around on. You’d love it. It’s very shiny.”

“Wow. I love shiny.” You gushed, fighting the urge to punch him in the throat then and there. “How much serum did he make?”

“He has one more vile that he said he’d give to me when I’m older.” Harry tweaked his eyebrow as he smirked.

“So you’re gonna be the next Green Goblin? Isnt he a bit of a bad guy?” You continued to draw information out of him as your fingers danced around his collar.

“Maybe I am bad guy.” Harry shrugged. “Like father, like son.”

Harry leaned in to kiss you again but you dodged it and laughed as you moved away.

“Bad, huh?” You composed yourself so you wouldn’t be suspicious. “What else has he done?”

“He gave one of our scientists these metal arms. They can rip a person in half. Ive seen it happen.” Harry continued to brag and you recorded every word of it.

“Dr. Occtavius.” Tony realized. “That’s how he got his weapons.”

“Thats crazy.” You gasped and played with his hair. “What’s your dad gonna do?”

“He’s basically forming a league of bad guys.” Harry shrugged like it was no big deal. “Guys way worse than the Avengers.”

“Does he have a problem with the Avengers?” You wondered.

“My dad hates them. I hate them too.” Harry scoffed and you held back a laugh. “That’s why we’re gonna wipe them out. New York can’t rely on a bunch of guys in dress up, and we’re gonna show them that.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“With an attack on New York City on the 8th.” Harry told you, and Tony immediately wrote it down. “The Avengers won’t know what hit them.”

“That sounds pretty scary. Will you keep me safe?” You batted your eyelashes at him and he ate it up.

“I can’t listen to this.” Peter took out his earpiece and slammed it on the counter. “I’m going in there.”

“Parker! Stay where you are and - you know what? I don’t care.” Sam shrugged it off and continued to listen to your conversation.

“Of course baby.” He cupped your face in his hands. “It’s gonna be a direct hit on the Avengers tower. A pretty thing like you won’t be anywhere near there.”

“Actually”, you took his hands off your face and dropped your smile, “I will.”

“What?” Harry’s face faltered at your sudden mood change.

“Did you get that guys?” You touched your fingers to your ear piece and waited for the confirmation. “Copy that, dad.”

“What?” Harry’s face twisted in anger. “You’re an Avenger?”

“Look at you! So smart. You figured it out.” You said sarcastically.

“No.” Harry shook his head. “I don’t believe you. There’s no way you’re an Avenger. You’re my age and a chick.”

“Not just an Avenger. I’m a Stark too. Want me to prove it to you?” You asked casually.

“How?” Harry raised an eyebrow. You gave him a swift punch to the throat that knocked him on his back.

“Like that.” You blew your hair off your forehead as you checked your nails.

“You bitch.” Harry wheezed from the floor.

“You see, I can’t have you and your father attacking my friends.” You crouched down beside him and shrugged. “I’m gonna have to take you in.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Harry swiped at you but you dodged it.

“I know. But this cute little microphone recorded everything you said and sent it to the police.” You pouted and pointed to your mic. “They should be here soon. You might want to wipe the lipstick off your face before the get here.”

“I’m not going to prison.” Harry grumbled as he sat up.

“Aw, but you are.” You said as you pulled him off the floor and put his hands behind his back. “Daddy can’t bail you out of this one, like how he bailed you out of your 17 parking tickets.”

“How do you know about that?” Harry asked as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“I know everything, bitch.” You leaned into his ear to growl.

“No. I’m not going down for this.” Harry broke out of your hold and swung at you. You dodged the first one, but he got you right in the jaw with the second one. You stood up and got ready to fight him as he put his fists up.

“You’re not even that pretty.” He exclaimed as he swung at you again. Right as his fist collided with your face, Peter burst in the door.

“Yes she is!” Peter shouted as he jumped on Harry’s back. Harry threw Peter onto the bed and lunged for you again. You close-lined him with your arm and dug your heel into his back once he was on the ground.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” You asked as you stepped on Harry’s back harder with your heel. “I got this.”

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Peter panted as he got off the bed.

“You won’t get away with this. I will sue!” Harry writhed around beneath your heel.

“Can it wait?” You asked as you pulled Harry off the ground. “I’m a little busy.”

“It can’t wait.” Peter shook his head as you shoved Harry against the wall. “There’s something I’ve been holding in for a long time and I need to tell you.”

“I wouldn’t even bother dude.” Harry said with his face squished against the wall. “She’s a total bitch.”

“Was I talking to you?” Peter growled before shooting a web at Harry’s wrists to handcuff him.

“Ohhh I see.” Harry laughed humorlessly. “Spiderman is mad that I stole his girlfriend.”

“Can you shut up? I’m trying to have a conversation here.” You barked at Harry. “I’m sorry, Peter. Please continue.”

“I didn’t want you to flirt with Harry tonight because you can do a lot more than just sit still and look pretty.” Peter began.

“I know that, Peter.” You nodded.

“I also didn’t want you to flirt with him because I was jealous.” He confessed.

“Jealous?” You asked as you put Harry in the hotel chair and began to tie him up.

“He likes you, stupid.” Harry grumbled. You shot Harry and angry look, but when you looked back at Peter, he was nodded.

“He’s right.” Peter admitted , taking you by surprise.

“You like me?” You lips twitched into a smile as you tightened Harry’s rope. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was scared you wouldn’t like me back. You’re my best friend, Y/n.” Peter said softly. “If you didn’t like me back, everything would change. We’d still be friends but it wouldn’t be the same. I didn’t want to risk that.”

“I’m sorry.” You frowned. “I should’ve been more clear then.”

“Do you seriously have to do this here?” Harry whined and you smacked him on the back of the head.

“Clear about what?” Peter wondered.

“That I like you too.” You smiled sheepishly at him. Tony listened to the confession over the ear pierce and smiled to himself.

“There you go kid.” He mumbled to himself. “She got the hint.”

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[fruggo]

Hello ! I saw the enemies fo lovers things and I wanna request if possible

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

With frank if you would and thank you

yessirrr i love frank sm it’s not ok. also umm i may have accidentally written friends to enemies to lovers or something idk. and though i wouldnt necessarily call you friends at the start, you werent really enemies yet???? idk🐸just ummm yeh i love frank

also help how do i not go overboard???? i feel like i made this way too long, please help and i am sorry

warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, frank being a bastard but then you’re like awwww he’s a cute bastard aaaaw

~~

Things were weird with Frank, and they always had been from the moment you stepped foot in the Entity’s realm. He always tunneled you relentlessly, and that made you think of him as a big asshole, but there were some strange details tacked onto the sentiment that greatly confused you, should you think about it for more than three seconds.

Sometimes, it seemed like he went easy on you in chases, like he put in no effort. He would chase you for a while, let you waste his time, and then leave without even getting a hit on you when he definitely had the ability to.

And you hated saying this, but when he handled you, it almost felt…gentle. Granted, he was a killer, and his job was to murder you, but your experiences with him did not quite line up with those of the other survivors.

They always described trials against Frank as “stepping on legos in the middle of the night” or something akin to that. You never felt like that, though—when he chased you, it felt fair. Almost as if he played nice with you. And more often than not, the killer would let you go when he caught you. The reason remained a mystery to you until quite a bit later.

This trial, Frank was in 100% bastard mode. You had begun to think of his trials as quite easy due to his seemingly calm nature around you, so you were rather caught off guard when he downed you in the first 30 seconds of the match and tossed you onto a hook, no gentleness whatsoever.

You wanted to yell at him and ask what the fuck was wrong with him until you realized this was his fucking job, and this is how he should have been treating you all along. Maybe you had just been imagining it all, but you could have sworn he used to leave you alone more than this. Something just felt different.

After you were unhooked, he went for you again. And again. And then you were dead, completely wiped out of the trial. Frank had demolished you with no remorse.

You knew it was silly to feel betrayed, but you really couldn’t help it. In such an insane and hellish place, anything that could be even remotely perceived as kindness seemed like so much more of a big deal than it truly was. So Frank’s supposed “gentleness” with you had felt somewhat like a friend doing you a selfless favor. Of course, it was not a selfless favor, and it was certainly nowhere near kindness, because he was still a killer chasing you with a knife, but your standards had really lowered in this place.

After that trial, you were back to hating Frank for tunneling and bullying you (like you probably should). You began to understand the survivors’ saying about the legos—and you hoped that Frank would step on some legos too, because he fucking sucked sometimes.

And for a while, that’s just how it was. You nearly forgot how he used to go easier on you, and how you used to do okay in his matches. Now every time you were pit against each other it just felt like you were being stuck with a bunch of pins; you never had any time to breathe or rest or do literally anything. He just went after you until you were gone, and there was next to nothing you could do about it.

Everything changed very suddenly during a trial at Ormond.

You were expecting the same old routine with this asshole—chase, blah blah blah, die. You hardly had energy to fight back anymore.

So when he arrived out of breath at the killer shack, somehow knowing you would be here, Frank was surprised to find you relaxing under the window with your arms loosely crossed, a disapproving scowl upon your countenance. It was enough to make him hesitate in his tracks.

You let out a deep breath, refusing to break eye contact with his mask; you kept up that menacing frown for as long as you could, trying to make him feel guilty (who knows if it was even possible for him to feel guilty? But it was worth a try).

“Just kill me,” you said, voice steady and seemingly unbothered. Underneath the surface, you were trembling, but you stood your ground. “That’s what you’re gonna do, isn’t it? You’re going to chase me until I’m miserable and kill me off as soon as you can?”

Frank went still, not even fidgeting with his knife like he usually did; he was intrigued by your sudden confidence.

You went on. “I’m really sick and tired of you, you know that? I’m sick of you and your bullshit. Why can’t you treat me like everybody else? At first, you went easy on me. Now you just torture me with your stupid mind games, and frankly, I’m sick of playing! I’m done with you—I don’t care anymore! Just kill me, and I’ll get out of your way, okay asshole? Mori me if you want. I don’t give a shit.”

You put your hands up exasperatedly, fully expecting him to take the offer and just send you back to the campfire right then and there. But the man sighed, pocketed his knife, and sat down right next to you as if this were a normal thing for him to do.

You scooted a few inches away out of instinct. Frank noticed, but he chose not to say a word about it.

It was a long time before he said anything, and when he finally did, you wanted to punch him so bad.

“It’s complicated,” he mumbled. And that was all.

Oh, yeah? It was complicated? You scoffed, hanging your head with a bitter smile. “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Silence again.

Awkward, suffocating silence.

And then Frank got up and left. You were unbothered for the remainder of the trial, not even a scratch or bruise on your body.

~~

Sometimes you simply did things, and you didn’t know why. This thing that you just did was irrational, stupid, unplanned, unwise, and everything in-between, and you knew it was, but frequently you just had no impulse control. Perhaps it was the Entity’s influence, or maybe you had always been this way—you couldn’t really remember.

How did you get here again? Why were you laying on the ground? And why did your leg hurt so fucking much?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, you remember now.

Funnily enough, it seems as though the Entity, along with certain killers, did not like it when survivors tried to enter their side of the forest! But you did it anyways, and it appeared that you had suffered the consequences. It’s not like you had put much thought into it; where was the point in that when nothing mattered anymore and you were stuck in an endless cycle of death?

You remembered entering the killer’s woods, looking around, and doing…something. What was that something? You couldn’t be sure, but then you remembered somebody coming up to you and probably definitely hurting you. Yep, your leg definitely was in a lot of pain. You couldn’t even look at it. Did you pass out for a while? Maybe. How long were you out for?

You lay still there for a while, thinking. Man, it really hurt, and boy, were you miserable. Maybe more miserable than you’d ever felt here. The Entity normally healed wounds immediately, but perhaps you had just angered it so much you deserved to suffer.

Oh, dear! You seemed to be passing out at this time. Yes, that was almost certainly what was happening. Black spots danced across your eyes as your body began to feel distant and numb, but you didn’t feel very worried about it. In fact, you felt like making jokes right now, but you had nobody to make jokes to and you probably couldn’t even speak.

Just as you began to accept it, there was a strange thumping sensation vibrating through the ground growing closer…and closer…

Footsteps! That’s good!

Oh. Not if it’s a killer. That’s not good, probably.

But you had no way of protesting when you felt yourself being picked up, because those black spots in your eyes were dancing a lot faster now, perhaps something akin to an Irish jig, and you also couldn’t feel your limbs.

Then you were fast asleep again, dreaming of Irish dancers who were actually big fluffy cloud people wearing leprechaun clothes. Nobody but you would ever know this, and it was going to stay that way.

On the bright side, it made it a lot easier for your rescuer to carry you to safety like this.

~~

When you awoke once more, you were horrified to find yourself in the Ormond lodge of all places. You knew immediately what had happened and were determined to escape as soon as possible.

Your injured leg proved to be a huge problem, however, and you collapsed the second you attempted to find freedom. Trying again, you collapsed once more, and probably maimed yourself further in the process.

Hearing the commotion from the second floor, your least favorite member of The Legion descended down from the main stairs, refusing to look directly at you even as he scooped you up and plunked you (gently) back onto the couch, which was rather comfortable (not that you would ever tell him that).

So he was playing it cool, huh?

Okay. You could play it cool, too. You were cool. Smooth as butter.

No. You really couldn’t be cool in a situation like this, and plus, your mind was still a little woohoo since whatever accident had occurred. Suddenly you blurted out, “Frank, I hate your guts.”

And he had the audacity to laugh. He laughed at you! He did the man chuckle thing, as if what you were saying was funny. No! You were completely serious! You did hate his guts!

Perhaps your face showed how upset you were, because he started to apologize (still laughing).

“Maybe you should go back to sleep,” Frank said after calming down a bit.

No. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You did not want to experience dancing cloud people dressed as leprechauns ever again in your life, for the rest of eternity. Never again.

So you shook your head violently, refusing to give an explanation, which just provoked Frank to anger all of a sudden. If you went back to sleep, he could have some alone time while the rest of The Legion was gone. He kept pushing, and you kept resisting, and he pushed and you resisted, until finally he gave up and let you off with a warning. If you made him mad again, he was throwing you out in the snow.

Fine with me, you said. Okay, I’ll do it right now, he said. No balls, you said.

So then Frank casually went to scoop you up in his arms again, and you started to freak out and beat your hands against his chest until he put you back down. He was was awfully mindful of your hurt leg for someone who was about to throw you into the snow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please don’t throw me out,” you fussed. You thought he wouldn’t actually do it. You didn’t know it, but you were right—he was just messing with you because it was funny seeing you scared.

After a bit more griping back and forth, Frank began to grow concerned about your leg. He didn’t know how to bring up the topic because things were so odd between the two of you; this was your first interaction since the brief encounter in the shack. But he swallowed his pride, because the wound seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

“Hey, do you want me to, uhh…get some supplies?” Frank asked awkwardly. When you didn’t understand, he continued, “Your leg? It looks like it hurts…I could fix it if you want.”

You barked out a laugh at his words, unbelieving of this shift in attitude. “Rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago,” you snickered, genuinely finding it amusing.

Frank took offense. He was trying to be nice for once, and you thought it was funny. And his situation really was complex, whether you chose to believe it or not. Maybe he should just tell you to get it off of his chest.

“Listen,” he said, voice laced with seriousness. “When I told you things were complicated, I meant it.”

Sensing the mood change from his tone and body language, you stopped smiling and decided to pay attention to him. Just this once. Never again. After this you could go back to hating him.

Frank continued. “The Entity was going to start…well, hurting me, if I didn’t start doing better in trials. I really didn’t want to sacrifice you, which is embarrassing to admit, but I’ll say it. And I don’t think it liked that.”

You were surprised. And also relieved that you had been right all along—he had been going easy on you at first.

“Why me, though?” you asked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you want to sacrifice me? What about the other survivors?”

If the slight tilt of his head at your question didn’t answer it for you, the way he started tapping his feet and cracking his knuckles so nervously did.

Boy, if looks could kill, you would have died instantly at the scowl Frank sent your way; you grinned pridefully at the realization that this man was down bad. You couldn’t see the expression behind his mask, though, which Frank was thankful for.

He hated every second of this, but you loved it. You reveled in his embarrassment.

Leaning forward on your hands, you begged, “Tell me more! I want to hear all about your feelings for me.”

“I could stab you right now, you know that?”

“But you won’t. You liiiiike me!”

“What are you, eight years old?”

“No, but I am severely injured and have lost a lot of blood so I am not necessarily in the right headspace at the moment.”

“You make a fair point.”

“So tell me! What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your ass.”

“No, really.”

“Okay, your ass and your hair.”

“You know what, Frank, I still hate your guts.”

“No, you don’t.”

You paused for a moment. It was probably the blood loss talking, you decided later, but you said, “No. Maybe I don’t.”

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[parvulous-writings]

Karl Heisenberg // SFW alphabet

Request: So there was no actual request, I just knew this would cheer up my closest friend. 

Dedicated to: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: A sfw A-Z for Karl Heisenberg, from Resident Evil Village!

Warnings: Explicit language

Notes: Please, have some Soft!Heisenberg, bor. It’s one of the many, many things you deserve.  To those who have requested oneshots- I am working on them, please be patient! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

He’s never affectionate publicly. Behind closed doors, though- well maybe he’s not your stereotypical lovey-dovey type, but hey-ho, he shows it in his own little way. A few hugs, but mostly through making you things. Music boxes, little figures and robots that wind up, you name it, he’ll try and make it. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

He’s not a friendly man, typically. He’s cold, and driven only by his motives. It takes a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he eventually does he is always by your side, whenever you should need him. Be it for violence, or for an ear to pour your thoughts into- even though half the time you swear he’s not listening completely. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Heisenberg likes warm cuddles above all others. The kind where he can pull you close and hold you there for a while- he likes feeling you against his chest. It’s comforting to him, after years of no affection and a torturous living experience. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Karl is not particularly skilled in any domestic skill. He’s very mediocre at cooking, and he can’t clean to save his life- his factory is littered with dust and other probably very harmful particles. He isn’t very good in a domestic environment at all, really. 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Blunter than a broken pencil I’m afraid. He’s never had to hide something from you in the past, so why should this be any different? He would not want to beat around the bush here, he’d annoy himself with pleasantries and euphemisms. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He’s perfectly fine staying as partners, without marriage looming over the pair of you. Quite frankly, he doesn’t think it’s worth it.  “A piece of damn paper to show someone your fucking devotion? Bullshit.” 

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Unless you’re shaking like a leaf or have specifically asked him to be gentle with or around you, he’s not going to be. He’ll treat you much how he treats most others- with a little bit of affection for zest and flavour every now and then. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

While he likes cuddles, he isn’t a huge fan of hugs. He thinks they’re too short to show any real affection, and often get in the way of whatever task the recipient is trying to perform.  

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

S l o w l y. This man has gone through some stuff, and doesn’t want to get attached to people despite falling for you. Give him a chance. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Okay so he may be “non-committal” in a loose sense of the term, but this man is one jealous motherfucker. And he gets angry. I’m talking  punching the wall, lashing out and breaking shit kind of angry. It’s mostly because of a nagging fear that not only will he lose you to someone you think is better or less monstrous than he is, but also in part due to a feeling that because of what he was forced to become, he isn’t good enough to keep you for himself. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He kisses you on your hands or neck mostly. Those are his favourite places to kiss you. He occasionally kisses you on the inside of your wrist. If you have any scars as well, he’ll kiss them. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

It depends. Sometimes he’s the perfect uncle figure, others he’s a whirlwind of rage. If you’re taking him to see some children for a prolonged amount of time, please check how he’s acting and feeling on the day so there isn���t some sort of horrific accident. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

There’s nothing special about them, he’s usually up long before you are. He doesn’t leave anything like a hot beverage behind, unless it’s a special occasion that he’s remembered- like a birthday or anniversary. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

He often tells you to go to bed before him, as he’s usually working on something, and would rather not have to worry about you being down in his factory and workshop. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

When he’s extremely angry. He gets riled up, then will start to spill facts and secrets while hardly even realising it. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a very short fuse and a violent temper, to say the least. There’s a reason the man swears so much. Though he will often apologise if he’s scared you after an outburst. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remembers the basic things at the very least- Your name, your habits on eating and drinking, what you do to amuse yourself. He’s quite observant, actually. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

He made you a small music box once. The past part of his day, or his entire week, was seeing your smile as you opened it and listened to it for the first time. It was the widest he’d ever seen you smile, and he loved the feeling it gave him. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Very. One particular other Lord- “Lady Super-Sized Bitch,” as Heisenberg has dubbed her- is very interested in your presence, and Heisenberg has made it very much his business to keep you practically under lock and key to keep you safe. And when Ethan Winters comes around? Ooh, boy. You ain’t leaving his sight. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He does try- through making trinkets and gadgets to both help you and show his affection. Sometimes it may not always seem that way though, with his outbursts and his tantrums. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

He smokes. You tried to get him to quit once, then stopped when you realised it made him more irritable. 

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not that concerned. If he’s still kicking... Well that’s all that matters to him. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d feel that something’s wrong, something’s not right- a cog missing from a machine, in a sense. And he hates that feeling. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

This man would die for some ice-cream. You bring him a tub of the stuff- BAM, instant good mood for the next like two days. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

This man is not fussy, in the slightest. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He basically doesn’t, he gets so little it’s a wonder he can actually function normally. 

#karl heisenburg x reader #heisenberg #karl heisenberg headcanons #re8 oc #re8 village

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[9.55] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ good thing you're smart, if not Wooyoung wouldn't have a whole attitude change

⇁ tw : violence, torture, kindapping, mafia life

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

You don't remember how long it has been since they captured you. Being stuck in a basement would do that apparently.

Whoever was behind your capture had been torturing you beyond your own imagination. They had starved you, hit you, kicked you, attempted to drown you, tied you in an uncomfortable position every night, and sent in someone to make sure you don't get an ounce of sleep.

All that just to get information on Wooyoung.

Currently, you're being tied to a chair, being once again interrogated for informations you had no clue about, "things would be much easier if you'd just give us what we want," the buff man in front of you said, he held a knife to your cheek but at this point you couldn't even flinch, "where is Jung Wooyoung's headquarters?"

Your cold outfit was clinging onto you like second skin, it's uncomfortable and it's dirty, the cold had definitely impacted your health.

Recently all you've been able to feel is just the headache and the burn from inside your body. Not even the abuse given to you was able to inflict you pain.

Everything's just numb.

You look up at the man, almost with a challenging look as you press your face daringly to the blade, "I. Don't. Know." you spat each word like venom.

The man laughed, pretty amused at how daring you are being, "you're his wife, there is no way you wouldn't have known," you rolled your eyes at him, bitter that he used the word 'wife' because you know fully well that Wooyoung would never treat you as such, "then I must've not been his wife now, am I?" You retorted back at him, slightly shocking him because this is the first time within the (apparently) 7 days you've been captured that you had said something else other than 'I don't know' or 'fuck you'.

Everyone was startled at the revelation, they probably hadn't concidered that you might not be Wooyoung's wife. No one really know about Wooyoung's personal life, it seems.

Seeing their hesitance, you take this as your chance of escaping.

The buff man grab your hair harshly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion, "don't lie to me, whore, if you're not his wife, then why'd you have a wedding ring on?" "Stole it from my mistress before I ran away, needed the money," you lied easily, surprising yourself.

"And why are you wearing it?" He asked again, "to make it less inconspicuous, people need to believe that this belongs to me or else they'll alert the cops that I'm a thief,"

He seemed to be having an inner turmoil on whether or not he should believe you.

With how you've been acting and the lack of evidence that you are Wooyoung's wife, you could really have been the wrong target.

"That means Handong lied to us," he said as he push your head away, talking to one of the men next to him, "bring him in and get this bitch out," he said simply before turning back to leave.

But before he walked out of the room, he looked back once more at you with a bitter smirk, "make sure to... deal... with her first, insurance for your silence,"

When the doors closed, 5 men approach your figure, still tied on the chair.

One of them crouch down in front of you, he brush your hair out of your face with a sad smile, "I'm sorry that we have to do this, pretty girl," confused at what he said, you just stared at him. But then he suddenly slap you so hard that you fell down along with the chair you're tied to.

And thus began one of the longest night of your life.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was getting antsy. His men couldn't find you anywhere and there isn't a second when he didn't regret turning his abundance of cctv off

He spent his days either in meetings or trying to track your whereabouts. San had to step in and actually force him to eat, going as far as cuffing him to his chair and spoon-fed him, even throwing a cheesy "would (Y/N) be happy to see you in this state?" At him to which he replied, "considering how I treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if she is,"

So far, neither yours nor his parents were aware of your disappearance. His dad only asked about you once to ensure he still has leverage, which of course Wooyoung lied, he's already stressed over your disappearance the last thing he need is for his dad to bit his head off.

Each night he spent sleeping in his bedroom, moping to the fact that he genuinely misses and worried about you. He regret taking you for granted, taking your presence for granted. Now, he could only imagine your sleeping form next to him using the memories of when he actually slept in bed with you. He used to be able to feel your warmth next to him, now it's just cold and he dislike it.

Tonight was no different. Before he got into bed, he went to the walk-in closet and look at all the dresses he had brought you to events that you went to (re : events he was forced brought you because his parents would be there). He remembered every how you looked in every single one of them.

It's pathetic of him, to be pining over the woman he claimed to have no care about.

Just as he turned the walk-in closet's lights off, there were commotions from downstairs, then a huge bang like his front doors had been barged open.

Diving into his instincts, Wooyoung grabbed the nearest gun he had hid all around the room and ran out, thinking that it was a raid by his rivals.

But when he looked down from the second floor to the living room, his heart wrenched and he froze.

San had you in his arms, you looked sickly pale with bruises all over your exposed arms and legs, clothes had chunks of them torn, and you weren't moving. One would assume that you're dead.

Wooyoung dropped his gun and ran to his friend who had just put you on the couch.

The sight of you looking so broken panicked him. He wanted to hold you and be glad that you're home, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he is and that he'll make up to you but he's not sure whether or not you're still alive.

He snapped his head towards his staff, "call the doctor! Call Kang Yeosang in!" He barked to which his staffs immediately obeyed, scrambling to do as he ordered.

"God, baby, who did this to you?" He muttered to himself, reaching forward to brush your hair out of your face.

You stirred a bit when you heard his voice ans managed to open your eyes despite the splitting headache and the soreness all over your body.

When your eyes met his, you smiled, "hey, what are you doing in my dreams?" You croaked out, throat obviously sore and beyond parched from having been denied fluids for so long. It was your turn to brush his bangs from his eyes, something you've always wanted to do but know never could considering his dislike that turned out to be hatred towards you.

You suddenly frown at him, making his gaze on you softer, "I'm sorry," you muttered, not able to speak louder. At that, he tilted his head, "for what?" "Not being able to stay gone, I had to had the will to live, I should've let them kill me," you said before you slip into unconsciousness, rendering Wooyoung speechless at your words.

Before he was able to retaliate, San had swoop you back into his arms to take you to an empty room so Yeosang could come in and treat you.

"No," Wooyoung called, stopping San in his tracks, "bring her to my- our room, she should feel comfortable," to which San just nodded and obey, knowing how important it is to have you next to him as much as him next to you.

Yeosang came in not long after and spent 3 hours cleaning and stitching your wounds, checking for possible internal injuries, all the while making sure he's handling you with the utmost care as Wooyoung had been glaring daggers at him. Whether it serve to be a warning to not harm you or a sign of jealousy as Yeosang had a perfectly valid reason to cut your shirt and shorts off for handling.

"I can't make a clear diagnosis without checking for internal injuries, we have to take her to the hospital," Yeosang said. But Wooyoung just snap at him, "then freaking bring the machines here! She's not leaving this mansion and she's not leaving my side!"

Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes, Yeosang holding onto his ground on wanting simplicity, and Wooyoung being afraid of losing you from his sight again.

Knowing how stubborn his friend can be, Yeosang was first to crack, sighing and nodding at Wooyoung, "I'll see what I can do," he said simply before going out to talk to San about possibly transporting some of his machines.

The rest of the night, Wooyoung took care of you. He had put you in one of his large, white button up because it's the easiest to put on you. He stayed by your side in a chair, afraid that he might hurt you (than he already necessary does with his words) if he were to slip in bed with you.

As he watch you, his hands moved to held yours in his. His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hand when it suddenly caught on something.

Looking down, he noticed that it's your wedding ring, matching his own which he's wearing.

It brought a smile to his face seeing you're still holding onto it so dearly. You could've left it for him to find and throw away the day you left, but you had decided to take it with you.

Could it be that despite everything he's done to you, you don't want to completely erase him from your mind?

And that's what made Wooyoung broke down and cried.

He didn't deserve you, not one bit. But despite that, he knows that he's the only one capable enough of taking care of you, to provide for whatever it is that you need.

So at that moment, with you back in hia arms, he decided to step up and assume his responsibilities and treat you as how you deserve to be treated.

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