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commission 3/4 for @coleskingdom

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 WILL OSPERAY MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — when threats of violence against your girls hightens, you have no choice but to recruit will and his gang for protection

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], mentions of sexual violence, mentions of injury, alchohol, gangs, daddy kink, submissive x dominant, dom!will, sub!reader, praise, hair pulling, dirty talking, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, oral sex [ male recieving ] male + female orgasms, groping, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 5.6k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x will ospreay

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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his tired eyes roamed the bustling london streets, still so full during the midnight hours, drunks getting their fill of cheap irish whiskey, slumped against desolate brick and rusted metal of a war torn city, steam and smoke billowing around their almost lifeless bodies from the factories and mills of the surrounding streets. whores nestled in alleyways, presenting themselves on street corners, naked, flaunting their bodies for him and his men, hoping they’d throw a couple of pounds their way for a good night’s fun. one whore in particular almost threw herself atop of his larger lackey, davis, running a manicured finger down the opening of his shirt, tracing shapes into the dirty blond almost light brunette tufts chest hair, beckoning him to bed her. he refuted by grabbing the back of her head, his large palm caressing the blonde, boyish bob of her scalp as he pulled her in for a sloppy, half-drunken kiss before stumbling to catch up to his other members.

the piss coloured lighting from residentials, reflecting a murky green in will’s natural gunmetal blues, would flicker off in haste. the silhouettes of mothers frantically rushing to put their children to bed, husband’s standing idle at the window, just barely peeking behind the sheer curtains, eying him down with a weary glare. after the war, one thing remained certain, he was still the most feared man this side of the thames. eyes would watch him cautiously, fearful and uncertain of his next move, a simple glance from him would send children scurrying back to their mother’s arms, and grown men to divert their attention to their shoes.

will straighten his cap, shielding his eyes from any onlookers, tightening his coat around the toned build of his figure, more for anonymity rather than comfort. the moon casted a heavy shadow upon him and his lackeys, them looking more like apparitions of evil over human beings. davis and kyle trailing behind in a joyous saunter, in a conversation amongst themselves. will remained silent, taking in the dull drone of the london cityscape he’d oddly missed so much while away. it was no serine french countryside, lined with vineyards and lush greenery he’d see in glimpses between fighting in bloodsoaked trenches. but there was comfort to it. it was home. the war changed will something fierce, he’s always been one so stoic, calloused, outright ruthless, but the things he’d seen, men torn limb from limb, their bodies blown from the trenches in chunks of meat and blood spray, bone and viscera. painful cries parted their lips, agonised screams ripped their vocal chords. grown men, respected soldiers desperately clinging to overworked nurses, cowering into these women, calling out to them as if they were their own mothers. he could still hear said screams at night, the pounding against the walls, although just in his mind sounded startlingly realistic, keeping him awake more nights than not.

he fiddled with the switchblade buried deep in his coat pocket, the metal cold against his calloused fingertips, hushing davis and kyle behind him as the velvety red lighting of the drunken angel’s tavern came into view. the exterior nestled in a side street, behind faded red brick and rotted tumbler slabs. it was a quaint little hotel will would frequent before the war, even less now since his business ventures forced him out of the city for months at a time.

“you think skye’s working tonight?” kyle, the youngest of their trio beamed at the recipient of his affections. blue eyes glimmering with hope, the act earning him a small shove from davis. the hotel was known to offer more…intimate services let’s just say.

“god kid, you're still head over heels for that girl?” davis quipped, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “you know she’s a whore right?”

“she loves me, she said so.” kyle frowned, annoyed at the mocking tone leaving the lips of his comrade, burying his slender figure into the warm cotton of his overcoat, as if to shield himself from the embarrassment, cheeks flushed red despite the meek august breeze.

will paused, coming to a halt in front of the hotel. a thunderous thud at his feet, a drunkard lay at half unconscious, blood and spit spraying onto the tips of will’s freshly polished oxfords. the red leaving an almost indelible stain against the shiny black, he’d surely have to get them re-done now. will peered up through sunken eyes, fixating on you, the madame of this refined establishment, wiping the dirt and grime from your hands, evidently being the one to knock the poor drunk on his ass.

“go home to your wife, john”. you spoke with a sombre yet annoyed tone in your voice, wiping the ruby red lipstick that had smeared down your chin. john, the aforementioned drunk, tugged at will’s dress pants in a feeble attempt to pull himself up, a bruised eyes and bloody nose, still oozing with fresh crimson met will’s gaze, putting two and two together to conclude the situation. john hobbled to his feet, eyes widening upon being face to face with london’s most feared, scurried away with a terrified gasp, nursing the possible broken nose you’d given him.

you flattened the skirt of your dress, assessing yourself in hopes that you were still modestly presentable for such revered gests. pearls still knotted in a matted mess around your neck, your hair in shambles as you tried to tidy yourself. you gave a soft, relieved sigh upon noticing the trio.

“ah, you boys are back! come in, come in!” you spoke in a rather chipper tone despite the rather odd circumstances that predecessor it. kyle and davis were quick to scoot by, offering a subtle nod in greeting each. will was quick, in your attempt to turn around, he grabbed your wrist tightly, his entire palm encapsulating the bone.

“and here i was thinking you’d retired from that line of work”, he spoke in hushed whispers, eyes flickering about the entryway for any suspicious stares. “i don’t think daddy up there would be too pleased knowing his daughter is still whoring herself out, and in his pub no less”

will pointed to the heavens with a smirk. the line of work he was suggesting left you offended, retorting with a scoff.

“says the one who’d require my services every sunday?’ the sarcastic quip on your part made will release his grip on your wrist.

“and besides, i have put that work behind me”. you cleared your throat. “although old johnny out there didn’t seem to take the hint”

“you want me to deal with him?” will’s voice still spoke softly, the whispers evidently close to your ear

“no. don’t worry, he's harmless. now come in, why don’t you. tell me how bermingham was”

your pre-established relationship with will was…complicated to say the least. always being present in each other’s lives, sexually for the most part, despite mutual romantic feelings, none were allowed to pan out quite so. him being groomed for military service, along with the strong underworld connections that had a choke of his family. as for yourself. you were a whore, as was your late mother before you. will would often visit the establishment you were working at during the late hours, engaging in moments of passion that would rival the most romantic of novels or the daringest of plays.

will followed you inside cautiously, eyes peering around the drunken angel’s dimly lit interior, in case another drunkard was to start something. he was instantly greeted with a swell of lively jazz and swing, brass and woodwind blaring, the joyful shrills of your girls and patrons alike. it was quite deafening for will to say the least, he had not heard such a ruckus since he got back from bermingham, even more so from france. he took note of your working girls, sitting atop men twice their age, who’s grubby hands groped and prodded their feminine flesh. their hungry eyes leering with ravenous intent, one akin to a predator hunting their prey, luring them into their inevitable demise. the entire interior bathed in the same velvety red that bled through the sheer cashmere curtains to the bleak london side streets, making the occupants inside look bloodsoaked by comparison. it was a rather lively sight, bodies squished against bodies, the scent of malt whisky and freshly cut tobacco from the most expensive cigars you could afford, for his standards at least they were still rather cheap. the stench caught in his throat, smoke watered his eyes as a puff was blown unintentionally in his direction. he figured he’d become just another body within the crowd if it weren't for your guiding hand leading him towards the bar.

“whiskey?” you offered, setting three glasses down on the table for him and his companions. will responded with a soft nod of his head, as silent as a mouse. davis already drunk on lust, eyelids fluttered shut, soft moans escaping the australian’s burly chest as one of your girls sat perched upon his lap, scantily clad, hips grinding against his own in a flurry of intoxicated passion. kyle on the other hand sat nervously beside his leader, giving a small nod in acknowledgement upon you pouring him the finest whiskey you owned. the youngest took a hastily gulp, as if it were to help calm his nerves. his eyes scanned around, searching, flickering from the dance floor, to the staircase, back to the bar, then the staircase again.

“skye’s upstairs, love.” you remarked, having previously recognised kyle’s almost puppy-like infatuation with your best working girl. “want me to go get her for you?”

“i’ll wait” he responded meekly with a sheepish smile, taking another small sip of his drink, feeling the malty liquid mingle with his taste buds.

“kid thinks he’s gonna marry her one day. he keeps saying it,” davis heckled between sloppy kisses, his large palms groping the full hips of the woman atop his lap. kyle avoided your gaze, instead letting his eyes fall to the amber liquid, halfway finished in his glass.

“i don’t see why not. skye’s a good girl.” you responded, throwing your bar rag across your shoulder after freshly drying used glasses. “and kyle…”

kyle’s eyes perked up at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“the infatuation is very much reciprocated”

your eyes flickered to will for a moment, faltering to his hand which stirred whatever remnants of whiskey left in his glass before downing the rest of it. turning back to kyle, his canines bared as he smiled, a sine of pure joy across his lips. the youngest in their trio had been enamoured with skye since the day she started working for you, skye herself even confided in you about her attraction to the young gangster.

“anyway boys, how was your trip?” you questioned pouring will and kyle another glass. davis was far too occupied to even touch his first glass. your question is directed at will obviously, although kyle would be the one to answer.

“it was fine…” he responded quietly before will interrupted.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.” there was an unusual malice to will’s voice that your ears were not used to hearing. then again, will has never needed to use such a tone with you.

“i see…” you hummed rather meekly, your response calm and collected, a far cry from the agitated tone of will’s voice as he skulled down the remainder of his second glass, feeling the burn of the amber liquid slide down his throat. sliding your a couple of pounds for the drinks, those of which you hastily pushed back towards him. will remained silent, avoiding your gaze, accepting the pounds back. his mere presence after said trip was enough compensation to quell your thoughts. his eyes darling across the bar, silently reading the labels as a form of distraction, more from his own mind than your incessant questions.

you placed the bar rag, previously across your shoulder into the hamper beneath the till, silently reminding yourself to send skye down to the river in the morning for the laundry rounds.

speaking of the brunette, you caught her figure atop the staircase, stuffing the few pounds into the blouse of her dress that her recent client offered for her services. her eyes slightly glossy, red and swollen, full cheeks stained with dry tears and the undeniable swell and faint discoloration of formative bruising of fingers around her throat. your heart sank into your gut, it came with the territory, you skye and the rest of the girls knew that. she made eye contact with you offering a small smile, guiding herself down the stairs with slow, calculated steps, eventually joining the small gathering of you five, now four since davis had retired to the more secluded areas for the tavern’s rear, working girl in hand.

“everything alright, darling?” you questioned, her solemn expression noted, quickly diverging to the chipper skye you’re so used to. she joined kyle, the two conjoined at the hip at this point, the blue eyed boy shot a concerned look between the two of you.

“everything is fine, ma’am” it wasn’t you sure as hell knew that.

“take the rest of the night off hun. get some rest” you handed her a small envelope with the rest of her payment for the week, tips she made from tending the bar while you were out. “kyle, would you take her home please?”

the blond nodded softly at your request while skye had left to grab her coat from the back room.

“please watch over her tonight,” kyle’s eyebrows furrowed at the second half of your request.

“tell me who it was” the soft, puppy eyes soon darkened, reminiscent of a ravenous wolf. “you better fucking tell me or else-”

“listen here. do as i ask. she’s already gone through enough tonight, i don’t need you blowing a fuse and shooting up the joint” you reprimanded the blond, for if you were to tell, he would do exactly that. will’s eyes shuffled between the pair of you, silently observing the situation. kyle huffed, pulling skye close as she returned, coat in hand. she clung to his arm, holding on for what seemed like dear life as the two left.

only yourself and will left. his pupils searching for yours, only left with you gazing at the floor through half shut lids and fluttering eyelashes. your temples burned with the beginning of a headache slowly forming, taking a bottle of rum from the shelf and pouring yourself a hefty glass, downing it just as quickly as it left the bottle as if it would soothe the ache.

“can we speak? in private?” you gasped, the burn of the rum still present in your voice, the subtle croak of anguish and pleading just noticeable for will to catch on. he gave a small nod, he’d barely said a word since arriving, in a way it worried you, then again, will was never a talkative man. he followed you back behind the bar, a small entry was off to the right leading straight to your office.

it was different than he last remembered. the walls faded from a vibrant emerald green to that of sage, floral decals of the wallpaper, scratched and peeling, reminiscent of rotting roses rather than blooming ones. paint chips flaking from the windows, sprinkled across the window seals, like the asbestos that lined the walls. the room hadn’t been furnished in a while. the same desk that had been sitting there since you opened the joint, books stacked haphazardly under one of the legs for support after it had broken the last time. paperwork scattered across it, scribbles of administrations, finance and other business necessities written in fading, dried out ink. you’d placed a small single bed in the corner of the room, most nights you don’t even return home, far too busy drowning in paperwork, in desperate need to keep your business afloat.

you sat atop the bed, head in your hands, letting out a heavy sigh. patting the space beside you on the dusty pink bed spread, offering him a seat, one of which he was far too eager to accept. the two of you sat in silence for a moment, although this one seemed like forever.

“i’m struggling here will” you confessed, clearing your throat as your eyes, teary and red, peered at to meet his cool blues. will, remained stoic, expression never changing, battle hardened and almost soulless. it was the price he had to pay for his line of work. he said nothing, simply scooting over on the bed, offering a gentle hand on your thigh and a shoulder to rest your head on.

“tell me” he spoke after some time of silence, not caring that your tears stained the white cotton of his shirt, small pools of grey forming in the fabric. you’d missed this, missed his comfort, missed his touch. the war had left him with an inability to connect emotionally, the trauma he faced, the deaths he saw, the loss of friends, brothers, blood or not, made him believe he was destined for an eternity of loneliness.

you straightened up, sniffling the remnants of your tears away.

“i need protection. for my girls.” you began, throat running dry with anguish. will had offered his men for protection previously when you first reopened your establishment, although you declined. you’ve seen and dealt with enough shit that you’d manage just fine.

“and what do i get out of it” he hummed with a disgruntled sigh, not on your part whatsoever. he was surely to run out of men to those hiring them out all the time.

“you get forty percent of my monthly earnings-”

“i don’t want your money…” will let out a hefty grunt, smoothing down the scruff of his beard.

“then what do you want?”

“just tell me when them bastards are and i’ll deal with it”

you remained quiet for a moment, wanting to seek comfort in will’s words but the stubborn bastard would not let you past the gate.

“them bullet club boys…”. you responded after a brief moment. your voice grew meek and sheltered. in will’s absence, said gang took it upon themselves to wreak havock on the majority of the whorehouses and pubs in the county, them girls were nothing more than toys for them to play with, discard when they proved no use to them anymore.

“we were like sitting ducks…and god…well, you saw skye did not?”

he did. he saw the bruising and the welts, the fear in her eyes, not just hers but the other girls too. his jaw clenched tightly, almost until the point of the maw peaked out from beneath the skin. his gaze hardening to an undeniable scowl.

“not to mention they’ve been raiding our liquor supplies, we’re losing more money than ever-”

“that’s why the fuckin’ bastard told me to come alone.”

“who?” you questioned

“jay fuckin’ white”

you’ve heard of the infamous jay white and his bullet club. how he was one of the most revered mercenaries this great country has ever come across. been putting bullets in politicians' heads since before the war, you've heard, whether they deserved it or not. will briefly mentioned him the night before he left for his aforementioned trip, although he did not confide in you with the details or his reasoning for leaving on such short notice.

“it was a fuckin’ set up. that prick must have found out about the dodgy guns we sold em…” will was muttering in nonsensical phrases to himself, so deep in thought and frustration

you pulled away from will slightly, jaw tensing in your own right.

“so you mean to tell me my girls are getting abused because of your shoddy business practices?!” your fists balled at your sides, shoving him angrily, although it barely put a dent in his stance. he just stood there and took

“it wasn’t supposed to happen this way-”

“well it did. do you know how much it hurts hearing those girls say how scared they are to come into work because they don’t know if their going to get assaulted or fucking killed?!” your voice cracked through screams.

“i know! i will fix it-”

“how? tell me how you’re going to weasel your way out of this one, will?”

the both of you stood at opposite ends, despite the cramped space of your office you'd never felt so apart. will let out a heavy sigh, the blues of his eyes dulled grey with regret. he took his seat on the bed again, just as you did to him previously.

“look …i’ll send the best men i got to protect your girls…but…” he paused, a thick gulp rising in his throat, eyes searching around in contemplation. “i can’t promise something like this won't happen again. when white wants something, he won’t stop until he has it”

“what could he possibly want here? besides a fuck and a drink?” your comment seemed jovial on the surface. but the prospect made your blood boil, your business was sinking and your girls tormented all because will couldn’t play clean. will was silent for a moment, lips pursed and brows furrowed, chewing the inside of his cheek in hope it would distract him from the regret lingering in his mind.

“revenge .” he simply stated. “white knows you're…a weakness of mine”

will’s hand fell to your thigh. not in a suggestive manner that you were used to with former clientele. it was gentle. protective. dare you say…attentive, loving almost. your skin tingled mildly at the sensation, having not experienced such intimate, almost romantic skin on skin contact in a long while. will’s thumb caressed the top of your knee, the calloused pad gritty and rough like sandpaper against your exposed skin.

“that’s why he targeted you…your business…” he corrected, clearing his throat. “he knew it would kill me more to see you suffer than put a bullet in my head outright”

the gruffness in his voice varied between anger and worry, wavering between his regular tone and a whisper. you felt his body inching closer, hand still present on your thigh, although tightening his grip the slightest. the butterflies that once fluttered joyously in your stomach, now seemed like moths lingering around the barely snuffed out flame of your attraction to him. it still was there…just barely.

“will…” you kept your gaze averted, feeling the blues of his eyes running hot with his stare, burning into your cheek with a concern, on edge about your next words or if you were to speak again at all.

“i want it to go back to the way it was…” he blurted out. “us, i mean…”

“will you know that's not possible-”

“how so. i still love you and i damn well know you feel the same” his voice becoming hostile momentarily but he kept himself grounded.

“you never loved me will that was just the drink and your dick talking” you interrupt feeling a pang of guilt in your stomach, adding to the moths that gnawed holes through your insides.

“and besides, even if that weren’t the case. if you truly did love me, we’re just two very different people now. you're a criminal, will and i’m the lowly barmaid who serves your drink. our lives should only be connected by transactions''

although it pained you to say it, it was the truth. will’s life was far too dangerous for you to be fully invested in now. you did not want to spend nights worrying if he was gonna come home injured, or not come home at all. sitting on his lap and tending to his wounds while he vents about all the trouble he has caused to himself. as alluring and romantic as that sounds…you just couldn’t.

“it doesn't have to be this way, love…” his hands were still firmly upon your thigh, grip tightening as his palm caressed the skin. fingertips dancing against the hem of your dress skirt. fluttering against the frill and ruffles, a dangerous act it was.

“you can’t tell me you don’t miss it” he hummed, breath barely ghosting against your earlobe. will’s breath hitched in his throat momentarily, the memories flooding back to his mind in waves. a subtle smile forms across will’s lips. you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to turn your mind off from will’s persistent words. not that it proved much effort, he was always a persistent man.

“remember?“ he lulled. “all those nights, my cock buried inside you. how you’d whimper and beg for me, knowing that i fucked you better than any of your regulars ever could?”

oh you remembered. you remembered well. there were times the both of you would stay overnight at the establishment, curled up in the sheets of your sleeping quarters, specifically used for such enjoyment, at times having to hide him behind your dresser, a mountain of discarded clothes and bedsheets, pretending you were asleep as your madame made the rounds for the night.

and will was right…by god, you did miss it. you missed him.

“will…” you mumbled alluringly, craning your head back slightly to meet his gaze. the blues of his irises dissipated behind blown out pupils, all lust filled and needy. he gave a small hum in response, his lips barely millimetres from yours, tongue jutting out to wet them slightly. heat rushed through you, arousal ebbed and flowed in your belly, teetering between genuine attraction and lustful desire. you could close the gap between your lips if you so wanted, letting will claim you like he’d done a thousand times over, but you hesitated, staring deep into those ocean blues for a moment, gauging to see if his words were turtle genuine or just the drink talking again.

“i want to go back…” you reminisced, pressing your lips to the corner of his, trailing down his jawline and neck. the action is sloppy and desperate. a low rumble persisted in will’s throat, his adam’s apple bobbing with a thick gulp, trying to stifle the arousal that swelled within him. “i want to love you…”

his breath hitched in his throat, your palm running up and down his bulge, the outline so prominent in his pants. a groan slipped past his lips, leaving his mouth agape, no matter how hard he tried to stifle them, your touch was just too magnetic for him to resist.

“please…” your whimpers lulled him further into the sinful abyss, feeling his cock stiffen against your palm, your fingers lazily unbuttoning his pants all the while maintaining the most sultry of eye contact with him.

he gave a nod, a subtle one nevertheless, a heavy sigh fell from his lips upon the brisk midnight air hitting his shaft. the thickness bulging and pulsing in your palm. oh how he missed the feeling. with dainty movements your fingertips traced around the tip, engorged and flushed red, lossy beads of precum oozing from the slit.

“god, i forgot how big you were,” you joked, stroking the base of his shaft with tight, short pumps. will gave a hearty chuckle, one that resounded in his belly, the soft gruff chortle leaving his lips.

“it’ll feel even bigger once it’s inside you, love” his words are spoken through an almost breathless whisper, accentuated by subtle groans and choked moans. you licked the slit of his tip, fleshy tongue gathering precum on the appendage, tasting him for the first time in years.

you were far eager to tease him. instead letting the tip of his cock slip past your lips, a slight popping sound as he broke though the seal. thick pulsing veins danced against your tongue as you worked him over with your mouth, taking him as deep as your throat would allow, surprised that you were still able to take such a length.

his cock made a home in the back of your throat, teasing it as you gagged at sputtered around him, corners of your lips burning, feeling as if they were going to tear from the sheer girth of his cock

“fuck-” his voice echoed with a deep, throaty rumble. eyelids fluttered shut in momentary pleasure before peering down at your still clothed form, full breasts barely covered, about to spill out from your blouse. your hands fell to them, kneading the supple mounds through the clothing, feeling your nipples perk up and harden at the contact through the fabric

“that’s it love, keep going. keep suckin’ daddy’s cock, oh fuck- just like that”

will’s roughened fingertips slid through strands of your hair, intertwining in the vine-like locks, tugging slightly up, allowing you a sliver of breathing room, barely a second for you to breathe before shoving you back down face first on his cock, until the bulge of his shaft was evident in your throat.

“you always like it rough didn’t you?” he hummed through faux malice, putting on the dominant facade he was famed for. “such a good fuckin’ whore, chokin’ on my dick like this”

his lovely, albeit domineering praise made your belly flutter with such unbridled wonder, reminiscing about the times he’s previously had his dick stuffed in the back of your throat, how he’d leave you gagging around that veiny, thick shaft of his. spit seeped from between your lips, drooling down his shaft, spit bubbles gathering at the base each time you’d bob your head, his tip violently prodding at the back of your throat.

“fuck, love…” he panted. “i know you wanna swallow my cum but i gotta fill that pretty cunt of yours”

he pulled your head up, your eyes red and glassy, spit dripping down your chin. glossy and shiny under the dull bedside lamp. will’s fingers were quick to work. not bothering to undress you fully, instead letting his hands roam up the skirt of your dress, groping the flesh beneath. he pulled you onto his lap, fingers, tugging your panties to the side, the tip of his cock prodding your walls, gathering your slick around the head, just revelling in it .

“so fuckin’ wet for me…” he hummed through clenched teeth , still overly sensitive from the work of your lips. your silence was all the more alluring for him, only breathless mutters and moans leaving your lips as you lowered yourself onto his cock. the stretch of your walls instantaneous around his size, he felt it too, how you spread so easily for him. just like you always did.

your hips instantly began to work, swirl and grind against his cock, allowing yourself to embrace him completely, the generously rough yet slow thrusts he gave sent your mind reeling with pleasure.

“god, you’re squeezin’ me, love…not gonna last if you keep this up”

your cunt clenched around his length, feeling yourself buckle under the weight of the pleasure, letting him sink into you completely. will leaned in, his lips capturing yours in feverish kisses, bodied melting into one under candlelight.

“oh fuck..” you whimper, feeling his tip poke and prod at the fleshy wall of your cervix, unable to sink down on him any further, for he would surely split you in half. With eyes half lidded and a love-drunk, stare, peering down at him through your eyelashes, fluttering in and out of a lust filled consciousness as pleasure rocked your very core.

“will…” your stomach bubbled with arousal, so close and on the brink of release. will hummed softly, his cock twitching with excitement as his name left your lips with shaky whimpers, fingertips delicately trailing down his clothed torso, feeling the outline of his pristine abdominal muscles through the fabric.

“you close, sweetheart?”

you nod, instinctively to his question.

“mhm.. can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me. so fuckin’ tight” will threw his head back, biting his bottom lip to further suppress his moans.

“fuck- you gonna be a good girl and cum ‘round this dick? make a fuckin’ mess for daddy, huh?”

words were trapped like rocks in your chest, rendering you useless and unable to speak. again, you nodded, this one more frantic than the last. arousal exploded in your veins, the clench of you around his dick was enough to bewitch him, as if that had not happened already. watery sweetness gushed down your thighs, seeping down the length of his cock, not even bothering about your now ruined sheets, you did not care, the pleasure was too euphoric.

will let out a pleasured, groan, pressing his hand to the bulge of your belly where his cock was evidently protruding from the skin, feeling your tightness grip in for dear life. pulling you closer to his broad chest, sweaty skin colliding in heated passion. he released deep inside you, making sure your tight cunt milked every last drop of his cum, not leaving until he’d emptied himself fully deep into your womb.

“shit..” he muttered, attempting to pull himself out of you, despite your bodies contorted in passion.

“no , it’s okay…” you hummed, voice hoarse from begging and pleading his name. nails soothingly leaving light trails atop his shoulders, his size still firmly buried inside of you, all wet and warm.

“you look so beautiful like this,” he murmured through a soft sigh, tucking stray strands loosely curled hair behind your ear, a thumb gingerly tracing across the indent of your cheek.

”what? naked?”

will gave a small chuckle.

“well, yes for one.” he smiled. “in my arms i mean”

your office fell into a comfortable silence, the lively ramblings and music from patrons outside were dulled through the walls as you sat quietly, will’s arms wrapped around your waist tracing inconsistent shapes into the small of your back.

”i just hope i can stay in them forever..”

”trust me love…i’ll make sure of it”

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pangborns · 1 year

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SKIN DEEP.

tyler durden x fem!reader

in which Tyler shows you the feel of a lye-burned kiss.

maybe a few fight club spoilers, very in-character tyler which is def a warning, so- dark!tyler technically, chemical burns, talks of religion, mentions of fighting/wounds/blood lmk if I missed anything else!

this is self indulgent, I need more fight club fics. we’re gonna pretend the last 20 mins of the movie aren’t canon for this fic lollll.

“Thanks,” You spoke softly as Tyler held the decaying door open for you. Stepping into the deteriorating house, your breath hitched. The walls were peeling, rust stains were evident on the ceiling, and the wood floors splintered with each step you took forward. “I didn’t realize you lived here..”

“Home sweet home,” He chuckled with a side smirk, letting the door fall closed. Tyler stepped around you, walking confidently through the halls of the house. You followed, shyly peaking into the rooms you passed. “What happened to your lip?”

Tyler didn’t look back as he asked the question, only continuing to lead you through the house. “Uh,” You paused to touch the split with your tongue. “Some asshole was looking for some spare cash, I guess.”

“Did you hit him?” The man inquired, he turned toward you as you entered the kitchen, leaning his back against the island.

You furrowed your eyebrows and pursed your lips, “No,” you stated simply. You didn’t know Tyler well, sure, he bought you a drink at Lou’s Tavern a few nights back and you two just got to talking. You considered him a friend, though he easily made you nervous with the way he talked about violence so nonchalantly. “Was- am I supposed to?”

He chuckled, puffing air out of his mouth as his head lolled back. “You gotta learn how to hold your own. Now you’re twenty dollars out and sporting a busted lip.” Tyler rolled his eyes and tongued the inside of his cheek. “I’ll kill him, you know I’d kill him for you.”

Your eyes widened at the confession, “No, I’m not asking you to do that.” You stuttered, holding your hands out to wave him off. “I’ll survive, it’s just some blood, I’ll make the money back anyway.”

You watched as Tyler swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “That’s not the point,” His words were pointed, “look, I can help you.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Help me how?”

Tyler quirked his eyebrows, turning his body toward the items splayed across the island. “I’ve got some work to do, but just humor me, sit with me and I’ll give you some tips.” He shed his red leather jacket and pulled up two stools, putting them on opposite sides of the counter.

When you didn’t move, he nodded his head in the direction of your seat. You played with your fingers, glancing around the room nervously before taking a seat.

“‘Atta girl.”

“What are you- are those chemicals?” You cut yourself off with the hurried question, worrying about both his safety and your own. He took a seat on his stool and cracked his knuckles.

Tyler’s shoulders shook as he silently laughed at your question, “Why of course, this is quality soap. Can’t make it any other way.”

You knew your newfound friend had an interest in soap making of all things, but you never could’ve imagined the work that went into it. You opened your mouth to ask another question, but were cut off by the blonde across from you.

“Can you throw a punch?”

Again, you furrowed your eyebrows at the man. “I think? I’ve never really done it before..” you looked down at your hands. Your skin was soft, no dry blood, no bruising, no scars or anything that would prove that you could hold your own.

He snorted, “Curl your fingers in tight, thumb on the outside. Let me see.” You did what you were told, showing him your fist. “Good, you twist with your hips, plant your feet and follow through with your dominant arm.”

You nodded as you took in the information, trying to picture what he was telling you. Inside, you knew you’d still be too afraid to even consider starting a fight, but you wanted to make Tyler happy. “And what happens when I get hit? I don’t think I’d be able to get back up.”

Tyler bit his lip, chewing it in thought. “Pain tolerance…” he chuckled. “Give me your hand.”

You hesitantly gave the man your hand, shuffling in your seat. Tyler’s calloused palm nearly grounded you as he gently held yours. You watched as Tyler’s gaze left your hand and traveled to the doorway. He slowly dropped it as he looked at the figure.

A man, lanky and tall, silently watched the interaction between the two of you. He squeezed his mouth shut and let out an audible sigh as he held Tyler’s eye. You looked between the two, watching as a silent conversation was taking place. The man’s bottom jaw jutted out as he seemed to hold his tongue and looked to you. You held his stare, one that seemed to both convey so much emotion and hide it all just the same. In his eyes, you could make out a foreign pain. Was he worried? For you? He pivoted on his foot and started his trek toward the stairs before you could dwell too much on it.

When you looked back toward Tyler, he was already staring right at you. “Who was that?” He put some protective goggles and gloves on before grabbing your hand again.

“Roommate,” was all he said, hoping to get on with his science experiment as he pursed his lips, bringing your hand to his face. He held a long kiss to the skin on top of your hand, keeping eye contact throughout the entire ordeal.

Your breath hitched at the action, eyebrows drawing in as you quickly became confused. Your cheeks flushed a bit at the strange behavior, opening your mouth to speak as he withdrew his lips. “Why- what is this?”

“This is a chemical burn,” He smirked, grabbing the container of flaked lye and pouring a good amount on the shiny saliva spot on your hand.

It all happened so fast, you had no time to react as your body jolted in pain. Tears immediately jumped onto your waterline as Tyler’s grip on your hand tightened. Your face grew white as the pain registered in your head. Standing up quickly, the stool you were sitting on fell over backwards as you struggled to hold your weight on your shaky legs.

You screamed, a wet shriek leaving your mouth as you tried to tug your arm out of his tough grip. Your face was now soaked, veins popping out of your forehead as you watched the flesh on your hand start to bubble.

“Oh my god, oh my god!”

Tyler laughed at the word, quickly containing it after you continued to scream. He held his tongue, trying not to speak ill of the father.

“It will hurt more than you’ve ever been burned and you will have a scar.” He spoke softly, trying to calm your hysterics.

It was getting hard to breath with the ever noticeable pain. The skin started to smoke as the chemical ate away at it. Closing your eyes, you tried desperately to think of a happier place.

An image of nature, animals, and peaceful lullabies popped in your head as you tried to block out the unbearable pain.

“— stay with the pain, don’t block this out.” Tyler’s rough voice shook you out of your daydream as he ran his thumb over your index finger, trying to keep you from passing out.

“No, I can’t. It hurts.” You sobbed, hoping that the man upstairs can hear the distress and come stop this. You looked toward the ceiling.

“Look at your hand. The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes. Like the first monkeys shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!” Tyler became more passionate as he spoke, excitement invading his tone.

You screamed again as the pain grew deeper, “make it stop!” At this point you had run out of tears, shaking so hard you thought the floor would give out. You closed your eyes again, hoping Tyler wouldn’t bring you back out of your happy place.

As you were transported back to that rainforest, you felt another jolt as he pulled on your arm. “Stop. This is your pain, this is your burning hand. It’s right here!”

You thought you were going to be sick, your entire body heated up like a candle. “This is premature enlightenment!” Tyler continued to encourage.

“You’re insane!” You screeched, the walls reverberating as your voice echoes throughout the entire house. You couldn’t figure out why the man upstairs didn’t come down to check on the situation.

Tyler grabbed your chin, pulling you in close to his face. “This is the greatest moment of your life and you’re off somewhere missing it! You’re shutting me out!”

Your vision grew blurry as you continued to scream: “oh my god!” Voice now hoarse.

“Shut up. Our fathers were our models for God. And, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God?” His words bounced off your ear drums, starting to distort as black spots danced in your vision. “Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you. In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen...”

You swallowed, trying to blink. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stay awake at this point, maybe the pain would be more bearable if you were unconscious. “It- it is..?”

“We don’t need him. Fuck damnation. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children? So be it!” His voice grew louder, the pain came back ten times worse as you looked at the wound. You started to tug away from him again, knocking more ingredients off of the counter.

Your eyes landed on the sink, the thought of the cold water washing away the harsh lye was one so soothing. You shuffled your body toward the rusty sink, only making it about a foot before Tyler tugged you back.

“Listen. You can run water over your hand and make it worse, or -- look at me, -- or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.” He put a hand on the side of your face, gently rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone. “First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know that some day you’re gonna die.”

You nodded hurriedly, willing to agree to anything in order to get this foreign substance off of your soft skin. “It hurts, you don’t understand!”

Tyler slowly revealed his own hand, watching as your eyes played over a scar that you will soon match. Your shuddering breaths only grew louder at the reveal. “You’re insane! You’re crazy!”

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” He simply spoke, reaching for the vinegar. The cold sweat on your skin made your hair stand up on end. What if this only makes it worse? You’ve learned that you can’t trust Tyler with your well being.

He poured the liquid over your wound, successfully washing away the unwelcomed chemical and putting your pain at ease. The sizzling noise of your skin being eaten away died down and so did your shaking. The room felt eerily silent as the pain dissipated.

“Congratulations. You’re one step closer to hitting the bottom.”

#fight club #fight club x reader #the narrator x reader #tyler durden x reader #brad pitt x reader #tyler durden #tyler durden fan fiction #tyler durden imagine #grace writes

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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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Dark! Xavier Thorpe x reader: part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Rowan pulled at his hair as he tried to calm himself down, his whole body buzzing as he looked at the picture of Wednesday his mother had drawn so long ago, he felt insane as he looked across the room at the empty bed. Xavier barely ever slept in his bed anymore, Rowan having hours to himself where he could spiral and panic about the inevitable doom that would descend on Nevermore. Xavier ran his hand through his hair as he drew the monster, his dreams had been invaded by it, some days it consumed his thoughts whilst other times he dreamt solely of Y/n which made him happy. The one drawing he'd actually burnt had happened the night previous, Y/n's body sliced open and the monster standing over her, he couldn't remember drawing it but he knew it couldn't come true. He wouldn't let it, he didn't know what the monster was, where it was or if it was even real, maybe it was his conscience telling him he was too obsessed with her.

Xavier had his arm round Y/n as they walked through the festival, trying to keep his eyes from dropping to her outfit, Y/n had let Enid choose her outfit since she was too busy trying to sleep and had mumbled out incoherent words which Enid had taken as acceptance. Enid dressed her in a rust mini skirt and black tights with a cream cropped jumper showing off her waist and hips that Xavier had almost instantly wanted to throw his coat around her and cover her up, she looked way too good for others to look at her. Xavier glared at every normie who looked at Y/n, although he glared more when the two of them walked over to Wednesday as she won a panda Y/n hitting Xavier.

"Wow look at that, it's not impossible." Xavier grinned at her pinching her arm as she teased him since he'd lost the game two times before pulling her away huffing at how it was rigged, Y/n loved how competitive he was mostly because she was the same. Wednesday looked at them before throwing another dart, the balloon popping instantly as she looked around waiting for Tyler. Y/n handed the man enough money for two rounds picking the darts with a cheeky face as she tapped them against her lips looking at Xavier as she thought.

"How about another bet?" Xavier's interest was piqued as he stepped closer picking up the darts and looking down at her as she leaned closer almost touching his chest with her chin as she grinned at his acceptance.

"Lets make this interesting, someone else can choose the prize?" Xavier said casting his eyes to Wednesday as she threw another dart Y/n following his gaze with a wide smile before spinning and leaning on the table facing Wednesday with a cheeky smile.

"I don't want to be involved." Y/n pouted ready to turn back when Tyler arrived, her smile turning devious as she walked up to him tapping her darts against his chest as his eyes widened and he blushed at having someone to boldly come up to him.

"Chose a prize, me and Xavier have a bet going." Tyler panicked looking towards Wednesday as she threw her last dart ignoring him as he tried to get out of making a decision as Y/n stared up at him, Xavier glaring at him as he tried not to throw a mini tantrum at Y/n being so close to him.

"Umm, i don't know, dinner?" Y/n rolled her eyes sighing as Wednesday took back Tyler's attention, Y/n looking Xavier annoyed no one could come up with a good plan as she made her way back over.

"That's not fun, okay what about Ajax?" Xavier nodded pulling out his phone calling Ajax as they waited whilst Wednesday disappeared with Tyler, Ajax answering a few moments later

"What's up?" Xavier explained the bet as the phone went silent for a minute, Xavier could hear his evil grin as he spoke.

"Whoever wins gets to make the other one their bitch, for a whole day, choose what they wear, what they do, full on from midnight to midnight."

Y/n raised her eyebrow moving away from the phone sticking out her hand as Xavier grinned shaking her hands enjoying how she pulled him closer talking in a sickly sweet voice.

"Ready to lose handsome?" Xavier grinned as he dropped her hand tapping her chin with a mocking pout.

"Big talk for someone so small." Y/n scowled turning and aiming hitting a balloon straight away a satisfied smile on her face as she faced Xavier watching him line his dart up barely missing the balloon as he groaned Y/n patting his back.

"Oo, guess you're not at the right height to win?" Y/n laughed as she threw another dart hitting the next balloon with a small squeal of excitement getting cocky as she mimed dropping a mic. Xavier breathed in concentrating hard as he threw the dart hitting the balloon with a grin turning to Y/n as she pulled an annoyed face throwing her last dart, missing the balloon as she made a noise of annoyance. Xavier throwing his dart and piercing the balloon looking at Y/n as he pulled out more money.

"Two more darts." Y/n grinned as the man placed down a dart in front of each of them, Xavier bowing as he let Y/n throw first.

"Ladies first." Y/n rolled her eyes kissing her dart before throwing as it shifted to the left narrowly missing the balloon as her jaw clenched, Xavier grinning smugly as he threw the dart the balloon making a loud popping noise as he looked towards Y/n.

"Oo, isn't this going to be fun." Y/n's jaw was hanging open as she stared at the dart, her eyes slowly shifting to Xaviers as she stood up straight sorting out her jumper.

"I'm not a sore loser so when is this starting?" Xavier pretended to think as he moved towards Y/n caging her against the table his hands on either side of her as he looked down at her with a devious grin enjoying how she blew her hair out her face crossing her arms and pushing herself forward so her head reached his chin as he hunched over her.

"Saturday, my room at midnight and then you're my personal, i'm not going to call you a bitch so i'll think of something else. But your ass mine for a whole 24 hours, i can't wait." Y/n grinned thanking him for not calling her a bitch although she would have called him her bitch without a single thought and found it funny.

"So respectful Thorpe, alright saturday it is, try not to be too much of a perv." Xavier playfully rolled his eyes moving back and putting his arm around Y/n as they walked before they police sirens looking around as Principle Weems pulled Wednesday out the woods telling everyone the festival was over. Xavier shrugged pulling Y/n closer as they all made their way back, Ajax and Enid catching up with them as Ajax smiled cheekily.

"So who won?" Xavier grinned looking down at Y/n as she pouted putting her middle finger up at Ajax as he laughed winking at Xavier before trying to flirt with Enid except they both were too nervous to see that both of them were flirting.

"I still think Enid will ask him out first." Y/n whispered to Xavier as they walked, his hand resting loosely on her shoulder as he shook his head his other hand pushing his hair back.

"You're wrong again, he'll totally ask her out first, he keeps saying he'll do it." Y/n looked at Xavier with a pointed look before swirling mist around her fingers.

"Saying is not the same as doing, i can say i'll do my homework, will i? Probably not." Xavier laughed as he watched her play with her powers enjoying how easily she controlled them, he wondered if she ever lost control, what would make her lose control. They continued walking chatting about nothing inserting small comments about Enid and Ajax completely oblivious that the pair had a bet going on their two best friends aswell, Enid and Ajax agreed they already acted like a couple and it was only a matter of time before one of them admitted it.

Xavier laid in bed, the bed opposite him empty but his mind was too busy as he sketched Y/n, trying to get all the dirty thoughts out his head for the bet before the day came as he needed to prepare for it. One sketch of her in a tiny maids uniform, another of her in just his shirt and more and more each slightly different but all had one detail the same, an X necklace on her like his dreams. Xavier let out a deep sigh as he pushed back his hair, shoving the sketches under his bed and deciding to take a cold shower before he got carried away and stayed up all night drawing Y/n in different positions. The next morning he had a plan in his head as he went into town ordering everything he needed, it would all be ready for saturday as he almost bounced around the shops collecting the items he wanted enjoying each image of Y/n he had related to the items. His favourite being the X necklace he'd dreamt of, the silver necklace in a box with a pretty bow, he couldn't wait to give it to her and place it around her neck, she'd look so cute showing off who she belonged to. As he arrived back he saw Rowan packing his bags but as soon as he arrived Rowan was quick to rush off ignoring Xavier as he tried to ask where he was going but he was gone before he could finish his sentence. Placing the bags on the bed he pulled out each item, the necklace twinkling in the light as he ran his hand over it imagining it around her neck, his finger looped in it pulling her closer as she looked so dazed running his thumb over her lip, shaking his head he put away the necklace stopping his mind from going wild. Pulling out a box as he started putting all of his drawings of Y/n in them, taping the box shut once he was done so she wouldn't see them during his plan, his next item being a maid dress not too inappropriate but he knew no matter what seeing her in it would make him excited. She'd scrunch her nose up at it and reluctantly put it on but he knew she'd secretly enjoy it although she'd mock him the whole time for being a cliche. Placing everything in a nice bag he flopped onto his bed looking at the empty space across from him before closing his eyes slowly falling asleep as he dreamt of Y/n. Y/n looking at the dress with a raised eyebrow before walking closer and walking her nails along his chest until she pulled his chin down with a small grin.

"What kind of crappy porn is this?" Y/n laughed moving away as she waved her hand the dress appearing on her body as she bent down grabbing the necklace and handing it to him, lifting her hair as she waited for him. His eyes glazing over as he looked at her exposed neck, his hands moving to clip the necklace around it letting go and placing his hands on her shoulders before running them down to her waist and spinning her. The x sitting perfectly on her chest where the low neckline showed off her cleavage his eyes drinking in the whole outfit before he spoke.

"Hair up." Y/n smirked using her powers as her hair claw landed in her hand, her other one twisting in her hair as she clipped it up, a few strands falling out as she looked effortlessly fucked out, her lips tinted red and eyeliner giving her a doe eyed look as she looked up at him.

"What can i do for you?" Y/n moved her hand up his arm until it rested around his neck, tangling in his hair as she bit her lip pressing against him until the dream started to warp, the room turning into the forest as Y/n stepped back blood splattered on her face as she fell to the ground, her stomach ripped open and eyes wide as she laid on the ground Xavier trying to get to her as she got further away the monster flashing infront of his eyes as he woke up. His body flying upwards as he shouted Y/n's name in panic, his hand on his heart as he felt like he was going to have a heart attack, his body coated in sweat as he could barely blink the monster engrained in his head along with Y/n's dead body infront of him.

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama: Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Turns out I haven’t posted a new chapter in months. Oops. Anyway, here y’all go

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing, fighting, possible cursing,

Words: About 1k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

My body absorbed the recoil and I followed the body as it dropped. Then found another one to shoot.

13. Thirteen men were killed in the span of two minutes. Eventually they learned not to go outside, but that didn’t stop me from scoping the ones I was able to shoot inside. Or switching to the thermal scope and doing the math of those who were close enough that the bullet would reach them through the wood, and those who were just out of my range.

After a couple seconds of not finding anyone, I was nudged by Barnes. I glanced over to him, giving me a hand signal to move in. I turned my comms back on and was flooded by the voices of my team. Everyone confirmed their positions and started the assault on the compound. I kept my eyes trained on the compound, sensing Barnes pull out his own rifle and get into position next to me, starting to help pick off the soldiers as we saw them. Explosions from both inside and outside the compound were heard and seen, and I turned my focus on observing the place as a whole.

Watching the rest of the team weave in and out of the building, the explosions and small fires starting, and hearing the muffled gunshots reminded me of my time in the Marines…as well as my wife.

“(L/N), we need you in this. They’re everywhere and hiding inside.” Steve’s voice rang through the comms as I kept searching for more agents.

“Explains the lack of agents I’m seeing. Do you need me anywhere in particular?” I asked as I started snapping the mounts off my rifle and getting off the ground, reloading until I had a full cartridge.

“Just go and kill the bad guys.” Barnes spoke up from beside me, shouldering his rifle. “We’ll head to the middle, keeping cover for each other until we’re able to get into the building. Since it’s the front it’s a guaranteed death sentence with the sentries, but we should be able to get it under control.”

“Should?” I questioned, packing my pockets with more ammunition for both my rifle and pistol.

“I’m just going to say that we’re probably going to run out of ammunition. Quickly.” He told me as he started down the hill we were set up at.

Tailing him, keeping back about a dozen feet, we got to the first set of decent cover. They were short, cement walls that reminded me of the barriers you saw separating the oncoming traffic from the opposing back home.

Kneeling down, Barnes across me motioned to the entranceway, I carefully peered over and noticed a few soldiers lingering near the front, more inside than outside, there were a few that I could get with my rifle if I got closer, but the rest were too far in to get to until we got inside.

“Why aren’t they helping the others?” I mouthed to Barnes, he just shrugged and made a motion with his hands for us to split apart and then move forward.

I shook my head, his rifle was an automatic and while it could be used for long distance, it was truly meant for shorter distance, as well as the fact his bullets didn’t penetrate as far as mine did. There were benefits to both of our rifles, but it all came down to the fact that mine was a sniper rifle and his was a regular rifle.

“You want to lead?” He mouthed back as I peered over the doorway, observing them for a minute as well as the entrance itself. Two heavy steel doors, coated with rust but stood firm with the Russian winter, one ajar only slightly, probably a few feet, that let me get a good look inside. Then an idea sparked in my mind, so stupid it might just work.

I motioned for Barnes to come closer to me, and once he was beside me I explained the plan, soon enough going on the comms to rope in the team. Once my idea was accepted, they started targeting the specific areas I asked and that’s about when Barnes and I walked straight up to the entrance and walked inside.

Stiff, straight, and with dead-set eyes the (former) Winter Soldier and the Angel of Death walked into the Hydra-infested building.

The soldiers immediately came to a halt, saluting us as we walked past them as if they didn’t exist. We headed up a flight of stairs into what was estimated to be the head of command office. Without knocking on the door, we both entered.

A dark-haired man, about thirty to possibly forty was in the room sitting behind a massive mahogany desk. His dark green eyes locked with mine and I paused, he looked so familiar…

He leaned back into his chair, raising a hand to his chin and staring at us before speaking in a deep voice, “Зимний Солдат и Ангел Смерти входят в мой кабинет…” A small smile on his face as he looks us up and down. “И во врагах камуфляж”

(The Winter Soldier and the Angel of Death Walk into my office…and in the enemy's. fatigues)

We both stood there, complacent. The man got up from the desk and circled us, observing us as if we were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

“Разговаривать.” He commanded. (Speak)

“Готов выполнить.” both Barnes and I spoke simultaneously. (ready to comply)

The man stood in front of me, arms behind his back.

“You are not under Hydra influence anymore, are you, Mr. Barnes and Ms. (L/N)?”

Well shit.

#avengers x reader #miscfandomwrites #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #mama #marvel x reader #marvel #natasha x reader

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cuttingedge708 · 2 years

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THE SUN AND THE MOON 🌙 ☀️

Tyler bate x female reader

Warning: none the fluffiest fluff ever

Tags : @sldghmmr

Tyler=💗

Y/N= ❤️

Other NXT roster members =🧡

Summary: when worlds collide and lovers reunite

Y/N is waiting for her match against Fallon Henley, when a set of hands wrapped around her waist “hi bab” her eyes lit up and she spun around, she got so excited that she didn’t care who saw as she pulled Tyler into a loving kiss.

“Oh Ty I’ve missed you so much” he smiled whilst cupping her face “I’ve missed you too darling” her heart melted as she heard those words fall from his lips, they walked back stage together and were met with Briggs and Fallon. To say she was nervous was an understatement Y/N smiled at Fallon “If pretty deadly and lash get involved Fallon honey I got your back” Fallon pulled Y/N into a hug “thanks girl now are you ready to kick some ass” y/n smiled and nodded.

The match was insane blow after blow, shot after shot, but that didn’t come without their mishaps of course lash legend and pretty deadly had to get involved and caused a scene lash rag dolled Fallon out of the ring which cause the bell to go and give Y/N the win via Outside interference which is something she didn’t want happening to her on her first night in NXT so she marched out and slammed lash into the ring post without hesitation.

Briggs and Jensen going after Elton and Kit when all of a sudden all four men went flying as Gallus made there grand entrance, along with diamond mine All hell broke loose as the girls focused on lash who was trying to get to Elton and kit to scurry away “Nuh uh honey bun you did this and now it’s our payback” she hit lash with a drop kick before Y/N Picked her up and power bombed her through a table that’s when everyone else stop fighting and looked as they were getting broken up rather than shouting and screaming At each other Fallon went with Briggs and Jensen as Y/N Grabbed a mic.

“Well GALLUS BOYS ON TOP imma right, anyway this is not how I wanted my first match here in NXT to go but hey I’ll take it but let this be a warning lads I won’t hesitate to do the old punch first ask questions later if you don’t stay out of my way as for you lash I won’t hesitate to kick your skull in if you dare get involved in my matches again so with that being said carry on”

Y/N went to the back as Diamond mine and Gallus went toe to toe again afterward she did backstage interview before heading to her locker room to wait for Tyler as he was doing an interview of his own, after 20 minutes the door goes and she answered it with a big grin on her face “come here” she giggles as he gets pulled onto the couch “god I’ve missed that laugh of yours love” she pulled him into a tight hug and buried her head into his shoulder and planted small kisses on his neck “I’ve missed you calling me darling” the two laughed as they returned to the comfortable silence wrapped around each other cherishing every moment. “After worlds collide im definitely going after whoever wins that triple threat because I deserve this” Tyler nods “you deserve everything and more darling” the two stayed cuddled up for the remainder of the evening and stayed the same when they got home.

She was and forever will be the sun to his moon

🌙☀️

Wooooo here we go lads OUR FIRST PIECE OF WRITING AND I HAVE A GOOD FEELING ABOUT AND TYSM TO @sldghmmr FOR THE MOTIVATION ILYSM AND THIS IS FOR YOU, I STILL NEED TO WORK OF THE RUST BUT YEAH💜

#wwe nxt #nxt uk #tyler bate #wwe imagine

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viviennevermillion · 2 years

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3k followers event: Prompt List

please check the rules before requesting. I look forward to answering your requests! Some of these prompts will include what is written in the brackets behind the titles. For example prompt 2 will center around a sibling relationship. So either platonic!character x reader or if you f.e. request this for just Diluc or Aether it will be about the bond they have with their sibling.

Also I decided to make my Kaveh fic already part of this since it was based on one of the songs on this list

notes: the works will only be centered around these specific lines in this post, not the entire song lyrics

dark content blogs dni

1. Island • Kensington

and I'll be an island and the shore where I stand can't be reached by more than waves; I told my sharks [...] I don't want a flame, I don't want to risk a fire that leaves a toxic waste

2. Brother • Madds Buckley (centered around a sibling relationship)

and I left you alone in a house, not a home, and I watched the burning grow as my hair filled with grey [...] brother I watched the sky burn and all I learnt was smoke fills the lungs like a disease

3. The Way It Was • Cassandra Coleman

if I go on with you by my side, can it be the way it was when we met? did you forget all about those golden nights?

4. Life After You • Daughtry

[Cyno x Reader]

all that I'm after is a life full of laughter as long as I'm laughing with you, and I'm thinking that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we've been through; 'cause I know there's no life after you

5. Bed of Roses • Bon Jovi (pining or missing someone)

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses; for tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails [...] still I run out of time or it's hard to get through till the bird on the wire flies me back to you

6. Bless the Broken Road • Jordan Rust

I set out on a narrow way many years ago hoping I would find true love along the broken road but I got lost a time or two, wiped my brow and kept pushing through, I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

7. Lady May • Tyler Childers

I'm a stone's throw from the mill and I'm a good walk to the river; when my working day is over we'll go swim our cares away; put your toes down in the water and a smile across your face and tell me that you love me

8. Heartbreak Century • Sunrise Avenue

it's like we're stressing out to find some peace of mind; it's a story of our time. oh will you stay with me or chase another dream in this heartbreak century?

9. Sink or Swim • Tyrone Wells

hearing the song in your laughter, the melody I chase after, no one else has done this to me, [...] are we going down or will we fly? this could be a shipwreck on the shore or we could sail away forevermore.....this time it's sink or swim

10. False Confidence • Noah Kahan

[Kaveh x Reader]

you're here for a reason but you don't know why, you're split and uneven, your hands to the sky; and I wonder why I tear myself down to be built back up again; oh I hope somehow I'll wake up young again and all that's left of myself: holes in my false confidence

11. The Dreams We Never Lost • Tide Lines

people pray in church on sundays for moments like the day you took my hand; long afternoons we walked along the castle walls and the band played louder as we kissed behind the hall [...] and we'll raise a toast tonight to the dreams we never lost tonight, in your eyes I see the morning as it burns across the sky

12. High Hopes • Panic! At The Disco

had to have high, high hopes for a living; shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing; didn't have a dime but I always had a vision [...] didn't know how but I always had a feeling I was going to be that one in a million

13. Carl • Aeseaes

there will come soft rains in time, when you are grey and older, not a single cloud will know the burdens we have shouldered; earth, if i may, stand on your stage larger than life and life as large as we are; this lonely light looms in the cosmic night, we fell in love and spilled our blood on the pale blue dot

14. Hell And You • Amigo the Devil

but I want to be where all the stupid things I say sounds so romantic and true, 'cause I'd rot in hell with you if you'd just ask me to, I love the shitty things we do together, live with me in this sin forever.

15. All The King's Horses • Karmina

I knock the ice from my bones, try not to feel the cold; caught in the thought of that time when everything was fine; everything was mine; all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put me back together again

16. Embers • The Brevet

was a fragment, not the full, kind of hell bent on being alone until you came in and broke the mold; so come in close to me and let me tell you what it is I see, [...] I just wanna love you like an old romance would do

17. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde • Ezra Furman

now, my tender heart has hardened, I'm taking walks in my dead garden, I'm shooting marbles 'cross the floor in the maintenance closet at the grocery store; in my little black apartment I found love's secret compartment and now, I keep my things inside

18. Feed the Machine • Poor Man's Poison

hey, you, poison the well; watch it all burn, take 'em straight to hell; he's got the whole world in his hands, it was nice to know you, we've all been damned

19. Mad IQ's • I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

paralyzed by the sum of your parts, abstracts with a human heart, captivated but I'm so confused, burning up in your mad IQ

20. Hell's Coming With Me • Poor Man's Poison

I am the righteous hand of God and I am the devil that you forgot and I told you one day you will see that I'll be back I guarantee and that hell's coming with me

21. Bonfire Heart • James Blunt

[Dottore x Reader]

and I've been looking at the stars for a long, long time, I've been putting out fires all my life, everybody wants a flame, they don't want to get burned and today is our turn; days like these lead to nights like this lead to love like ours; you light the spark in my bonfire heart

22. Does Anybody Know • Jade Bird

does anybody know that I'm out here waiting? does anybody know I still call for you? does anybody know there's a soul that needs saving? does anybody know you like I do?

23. Some Kind of Disaster • All Time Low

I'm a liar, I'm a cynic, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint; I'm a loser, I'm a critic, I'm the ghost of my mistakes; and it's all my fault that I'm still the one you want, so what are you after? some kind of disaster?

24. Heaven Knows • Five for Fighting (angst, major character death)

tell me where the good men go before I wash away, walk me down the old brick road so I can die where I met you, hold me like we're going home, turn your tears to rain, bury me beautiful, heaven knows how I loved you

25. Make It To Me • Sam Smith

you're the one designed for me, a distant stranger that I will complete, I know you're out there, we're meant to be; so keep your head up and make it to me

26. Anti-Gravity • RUNAGROUND

in the skeleton closet you'll never know it; the secrets are prisoner inside, kaleidoscope truth from the ones who hold it, keeping the hostage alive [...] but we're anti-gravity lock down humanity, lightning insanity striking inside of me; it's the heartbeat of history

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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inastrangerskiss · 2 years

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Tyler Rust x Reader

content warning: simply just fluff literally nothing else besides maybe 2% angst

summary: tyler comes home with a wound from a match

a/n: i wrote this before he was released no I will not be changing his name

Tyler laid with his head across your lap. His eyes were focused on the television but you could tell he was barely clinging to consciousness. His golden hair was sprawled out behind him, creating delicate waves against your body. As you ran your fingers through the tawny locks he leaned into your touch like a contented cat.

There was a deep, burgundy and violet wound just below his eye, running down the length of his cheekbone. Black stitches were roughly sewn along the injury. You hadn’t expected him to come home like that.

You understood his job and the career path he had chosen. You understood it meant sometimes he got injured and sometimes he would bleed. He had come home with broken legs and ankles. Not very often but often enough that it wasn’t really anything more than a nuisance for you. But occasionally it would take you by surprise. He always tried to call you after the matches, to let you know how it went, to let you know if something had happened but sometimes he forgot. Sometimes he’d come home with a black eye or a laceration or a brace attached to a joint and it would catch you off guard.

That’s what happened yesterday.

The evening had crept along as you waited for him to return home. You tried to forget the nightmare of a day you had endured by losing yourself in the pasta sauce bubbling on the stove. You knew Tyler would be home soon and the tension would truly melt away the moment he had his arms wrapped around you.

The door opened and closed. A bag hit the floor.

“Hey, darling. I’m home.” He called out into the house.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

You could hear his footfalls approaching, his arms wrapping around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You smiled. He was home. Home and safe. Sharing the same space, breathing the same air as you.

“I’m gonna need you to sew my trunks. They got a little torn on the side last night.”

You nodded. You hadn’t gotten to see the match but mending his gear was commonplace for you. You could feel him relax against you and it gave you a sense of peace. Gently, you brought a hand behind you and ruffled his hair. You ran that hand down his cheek and felt him wince. The rough texture was strange and not at all what you had expected to encounter.

This caused you to turn. And there it was. The stitches. The bruising.

“What happened?” You had asked, a hand falling to your hip.

“Nothing. Just took a kick wrong.”

It wasn’t nothing. It was a massive wound that had clearly required the help of doctors to ensure its proper healing. A massive wound that had probably bled a lot. A massive wound that you weren’t there to worry about in the moment. And there was something about that that hurt you.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“It was late. I didn’t want to wake you up when I figured I could tell you about it now.” His voice was gentle but it still upset you. He took your hand in his and he held it with the utmost care. “It’s fine though. Just a little cut, that’s all.”

It sat with you though. It was difficult to spend so much time apart and it was even more difficult to know there might be times where he got hurt and you wouldn’t know.

You weren’t able to enjoy dinner with the stitches staring back at you and you felt horrible that you couldn’t look past them to enjoy the night. You became withdrawn and decided against laying on the couch with him, opting to go to bed early instead. He found you curled up on your side, your eyes open and scrolling through social media. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. You were acting like a child but he still had a patient smile curling the corners of his mouth.

“Not gonna talk to me?” He asked.

“I’m just tired.” It was a lie and you knew it was and he knew it was but he tolerated it.

“I guess I’m tired too, then.” He shrugged, crawling in beside you.

You didn’t make a move, disinterested in breaking down the frustrated and begrudging wall you had built. But it meant nothing to him, his arms reaching around your side, pulling you closer. He peppered your shoulder with kisses, running them up your neck, to your cheek and back down again. You had to force yourself not to smile.

“Why’re you upset with me?” His voice was calm and kind.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got hit like that?”

“I told you. I figured I’d tell you when I got back here. No reason to make you worry when it was just a silly bump.”

“The guy could’ve taken your eye out.” You muttered into the pillow, your phone now down by your side.

Tyler brought the arm that originally lay against your waist, up and across your chest, as if it were a seatbelt holding you safely for the ride.

“But he didn’t.”

You didn’t say anything. He was also silent, the only sound between the two of you being rhythmic breathing. Finally, he let out a small sigh and relented in a way that was almost unnoticeable. You couldn’t feel it in his body or his arms but in his presence itself.

“Listen.” He turned you towards him and you unhappily felt your body roll accordingly to face the man you loved. “Sometimes this stuff happens. But it's okay. I’m safe. Nothing bad will happen to me.”

“It might one day.” You blurted out, your true feelings suddenly on display.

“It won’t.” His voice was firm and resolute. “As long as I’ve got you waiting for me at home I’ll always be coming back to you in one piece.”

He found your hands mixed in with the sheets and the duvet and laced his fingers through yours. He didn’t look you in the eyes right away, more focused on this moment of touch than anything else. When he did bring his gaze to meet yours it was clear, in spite of the darkness. His eyes were a gentle plea with you, asking you to understand he meant everything he said.

“I won’t let anything hurt me.” He murmured. “Only I can control that and I will for you.”

You waited a moment before allowing a small nod. A small acceptance of him, stitches and all.

So, there you sat. An evening removed from his return to the home you shared, his head on your lap, your hand in his hair. Occasionally, you took breaks from combing your hand through his locks to focus on finishing sewing the tear in his trunks.

With each movement of your needle, you brought them back together, into one whole piece. Back into one contiguous cloth, one unbroken garment.

Tyler looked up at you and sleepily smiled. You smiled back.

Back into one whole piece.

#tyler rust #russ taylor #ryan taylor #tyler rust x reader #tyler rust fanfiction #tyler rust imagine #nxt imagine #taylor rust fanfiction #taylor rust fanfic #taylor rust

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sweetdreamhellofanight · 3 years

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Tyler Rust x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,600 Summary: It’s like he never left

“You didn’t pick up,” you said, walking into his apartment.

He only stepped aside to let you in, staring at you. His arm was out of the sling but still wrapped up. His apartment was still pristine, somehow, and you had to take a moment to admire that.

“I was asleep,” he mumbled.

“Been sleeping a lot more lately,” you said. He made a noise, but said nothing else. You set the bags down on his counter, careful to keep the food from spilling out, turning to face him.

He didn’t look at you, instead walking back to the couch where the TV was still on, sitting down slowly, wincing in pain.

“How’s the arm?” you asked.

“Fine,” he said, shrugging, but even that seemed to be painful from the way his face scrunched.

“I brought dinner. I figured you probably hadn’t eaten yet. I haven’t, either.”

He nodded,

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“And some other stuff. Those cookies you like, the ones from that weird health store all the way across town. Some juice since I know you’re out, and these plums that I got from the farmer’s market this morning.”

He said nothing, and only nodded.

You sighed loudly, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him, but you were pretty sure he was half asleep at this point.

So you put the stuff away, following the organized pattern he had throughout his cupboards.

You took the food out into plates, hoping that maybe this would force him into some interaction. All you were looking for was him sitting at the table with you.

You weren’t asking for much.

Not even a conversation.

Just…

Proximity.

The kitchen was neat, hardly touched, you realized. The trash was piling up, but everything else was clean.

You looked around at the rest of the apartment, everything else just as untouched. His bedroom door was ajar, and you could see the corner of his bed, covers thrown to the floor, sheets wrinkled.

In the corner of his living room sat his guitar, and in the last rays of afternoon sun, you could see the dust gathering over it, untouched for longer than you would’ve thought.

“You’re not playing anymore?” you asked, nodding to it.

He turned his head slowly to look at it, eyes lingering on it for longer than he should have, before turning back to you and raising the bandaged arm.

“Can’t really do that right now,” he mumbled.

You sighed,

“It’s been longer than that,” you said, making your way to him. Still, you waited at the edge of the couch, watching him, his head dropped back against the seat, eyes closed, arms loosely crossed over his chest.

He hadn’t been sleeping, not regularly, and you knew he was dozing off during the day to make up for it.

“Lemme see your hand,” you said, softly, holding out your hands to him.

He lifted the bandaged arm, without looking,

“No,” you said, sitting down beside, pushing that hand away. “This one.”

You picked up his right hand, and turned it over in yours. Rough and calloused palms, skin peeling at his knuckles, old cuts long since healed lighter in color over his hands, slightly raised.

You’d finally gotten his attention, lifting his head slightly just to look at you, watching as you examined his hand.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said, softly, “that everything’s blocked right now. That you’re not getting anywhere.”

“It’s been three months,” he mumbled. He sat back, but left his hand in yours,

“And I know these things take time,” you continued, a new edge to your voice, “but how much longer are you going to hide?”

“I’m not hiding,” he mumbled.

You pulled his face towards you, but still his eyes averted, choosing to stare at the ground instead.

“You will have your moment,” you said, softly, “but not like this. Not when you’ve neglected everything around you.”

You felt his jaw clench.

Finally, he looked at you, eyes glossy, the bags under them deeper and darker,

“I’m so tired of this,” he whispered.

You smiled, as best you could, and nodded,

“You have done so much in so little time,” you said, “let yourself breathe.”

“Diamonds are made under pressure, right?” he mumbled.

“And dough rises when it rests! And flowers grow in the spot you leave them in!” you said. “It’s not going to be the same every time.”

“If I’m not there? If they’re not seeing me every week, then I may as well not do this at all. It’s already like I don’t exist to them!”

His voice cracked over the words,

“No one’s forgotten you,” you whispered.

“That’s exactly what’s happening,” he said.

You gripped his chin tighter, holding him in place and forcing him to look at you,

“So leave,” you said.

He looked at you, confused, opening his mouth to respond but shutting it almost immediately.

“What?”

You shrugged,

“Leave. Like you said, you don’t exist to them anymore, so why stay on?”

His brows furrowed, confusion turning into insult, into unreadable anger,

“Why would I do that?” he asked.

“You just gave some pretty good reasons,” you said.

“You think I should leave? My-my dream job? The one thing I’ve done all my life, the one thing I’m good at? I should just leave that because, why? I’m sad?”

You sat back, watching him as he spoke, bandaged hand flailing around as he spoke, a smile growing on your face the longer he went on.

“If you think I’m just gonna quit then you’re wrong and you don’t know me at all,” he finished, standing up in front of you.

“But I didn’t say all that,” you finally said, “you did.”

He stopped, his back turned to you. You could see his shoulders tense, one hand curled into a ball, just before he relaxed and turned back to you, an exhausted smile on his face,

“I hate it when you do that,” he mumbled.

You took him by the hands and pulled him down beside you, lacing your fingers together, and pressing a kiss to his bandaged hand,

“See how ridiculous all of that sounds?” you asked.

He nodded, pulling your hands up to his chest, keeping them there.

“It’s not going to last forever. Not this break, not this feeling, none of it. You have worked so hard to get here, why would you ruin it for yourself like this?”

He sighed, leaning in to kiss you,

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling back,

“Don’t,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re tired and I understand, but you can’t do that to yourself. You deserve better.”

“I just…” he started before sighing and falling back into the couch, “I feel blocked. Like, there’s nothing in front of me and the harder I try to be positive about it the more it feels like I’m just...stuck.”

You nodded,

“It will pass,” you said, resting your head on his chest, his arm coming to wrap around your shoulders, “sooner than you think, too.”

He looked down at you,

“You know something I don’t, sunshine?” he asked.

You smiled up at him,

“Only that the dinner I spent all day making is getting cold, and I’m trying to cheer you up as quickly as possible so we can eat.”

He smiled wide, eyes crinkling with it as he kissed you again,

“Thank you,” he said, this time, still not moving, “for putting up with me.”

You watched him for a moment, rubbing your thumb over his chin, the prickle of his stubble more satisfying than you’d remembered,

“We make it work, don’t we? No matter what.”

He sighed.

“Your time will come,” you said again, “and when you get back out there, I promise you it’ll be like you never left at all.”

He shook his head, but smiled, still,

“When you say it I believe it,” he said.

“You should. And not because I’m saying it, but because it’s how the world works. From now on, you let the world work its magic and let yourself be moved with it.”

He nodded,

“I promise,” he said.

“That’s my guy,” you said, softly, “let’s have dinner.”

His appetite came back, the two of you eating on the balcony instead of the dining table, as the muggy air slowly tapered off, watching the sunset together. Occasionally, you glanced up at him, pressed up against his chest, your legs stretched out in front of you, resting on the ledge. He hadn’t dozed off, yet, but looking at him you knew that for the first time in months, his mind wasn’t off wandering on paths of Maybe’s and What-If’s.

It wasn’t going to be forever, you’d told him. He would find his way out of the slump, back to his real self.

And this was the start.

It wasn’t long after that his smile returned.

Slowly, at first, but it returned all the same.

The bandages came off his hand, the movement returned, and before long he was moving as though he’d never missed a beat.

And from the comfort of the backstage monitor, you watched as he entered the ring once more, with a smile that shone brighter than all the lights in the building.

You watched as he made his way back, hugging friends, old and new, with a new kick in his step, a new energy flowing through him, as he ran to you and picked you up, hugging you tight.

“Sounds like they remember you,” you whispered against his lips,

“Like I never left,” he replied.

#nxt fanfiction #tyler rust #tyler rust x reader #my writing #****#SO UH GUESS WHO CAME BACK LAST NIGHT AND FILLED MY HEART WITH SUCH JOY THAT I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR HIM #this is for me and like two other people so don't mind this

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hobisfavoritespritecan · 2 years

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It's Hot To Punch a Blonde Guy in A Bar

Tyler Durden X Reader

⚠️ Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendos, light nsfw, blood, use of drugs, reader is put in an uncomfortable position ⚠️

"Tyler?" You called from across the bar, wondering where on earth he went. He had ordered something and left you there to make it for him, walking away from it entirely so he could continue with whatever else was occupying him. With the cold drink in your hand, you glanced over both shoulders and wondered if maybe he ended up in the basement again. Where Tyler Durden was in Lou's Tavern was always a mystery. However; as you moved to set the drink back down, a familiar voice appeared from your left.

"Thanks." With this simple short and curt response, he took the glass from the bar and sat down haphazardly on the leather upholstered stools. Dark maroon jacket and contrasting bright blue shirt with palm trees, Tyler was really a sight to behold as he removed the large red frames from his face and put out his cigarette on the counter. You had told him numerous times to just take it outside, but he was Tyler Durden and if he wanted to do something, he did it.

Brushing away a couple strands of hair from the sides of your cheeks, you tried to force a smile on your face as you went to clean up the cigarette ash. He never made your job easy. Always leaving cigarette ash on the counter and a fight in his wake, you've just learned not to argue with him and go about your job.

Picking up another glass from the back, you move to serve the man directly to his right. This stranger had bright blonde hair- too bright- and a set of blue eyes to match. With an ugly black eye and fresh blood atop his lips, he went to grab your wrist to keep you there after you had handed him his order. This wasn't entirely out of the usual, this bar was dingy and gross and full of men who were even more disgusting. You considered it a good week when you didn't get sexualized for just breathing.

"Take your hand off me." You said in a firm but polite tone. If he tried anything stupid, you would kick him into next week.

Sighing, he moved the beer slightly away from him as he stared you up and down, taking in the sight before him and reveling in it. He seemed to like the fact that you were visibly uncomfortable and so he continued with his antics.

"Relax, Girlie. What do you say we get out of here?" He smiled and you could see that he was missing about four teeth.

"I have a better idea. Fuck off before I stab you in the face." He removed his grip from you and held up his hands in defeat.

"Woaahhhhh girlie is fiesty-"

Sometime between when he first opened his mouth and his lame gesture, you popped him right in the jaw, sending him tumbling backwards off his stool and onto the ground. There was a commotion now, the men at the bar looking at the blonde bitch as he held his face in his hands. All except for Tyler Durden, who stared directly at you with a half smile. He wouldn't admit it to himself right away but that was sexy as hell. Or, at least he thought so.

"You cunt." This kid spat out the name at you before trying to get up and steady himself against the counter. When his face came into view, you could see that his jaw was dislocated and blood was pouring out down the side of his mouth. You mentally high-fived yourself for breaking his face.

"Aww, want girlie to get you a band-aid?" You said in a mocking tone. This kid really pissed you off.

"Well I ought to-" he jumps up over the counter and reaches straight for your throat as you dodge away in the nick of time. The blonde boy throws himself into the cabinet of glasses and breaks a few of the ones in the very front. You steady yourself for a fight but you feel a hand on your shoulder and smell the familiar aroma of homemade soap and rust. Tyler held you back with a smile.

"I can take care of this one from here, thanks for warming him up for me."

Tyler crouched down to the man's level and held his face up by his ugly ass hair. The man now sported a couple fresh cuts, none of which were too serious except for the one above his eyebrow. That would need stitches.

"I'll have you know that you tried to hit my girl, Angel Face." Tyler stated as he banged the stranger's head against the floor once again and knocked a couple of teeth out. "This girl right here isn't in fucking Fight Club you sadistic fuck." Once again the stranger loses a couple more teeth.

Pound after pound and slap after slap, Tyler has to stop himself before things became too messy. Floor tiles were starting to pop up, for Christs sake. Blood ran through the lines in-between the tiles creating pretty red patterns in contrast against the green of the room. The man that Tyler referred to as Angel Face now had two black eyes and a deep gash by his forehead. Glass stuck out from spots in his hands as be gasped for air, blood bubbling up in his throat and involuntarily being spat out.

"Hey, let's get out of here before some human butt wipe decides to call the authorities." Lighting another cigarette, your boyfriend had the largest grin on his face. Even with the specks of the stranger's blood, you thought he looked hot as hell.

"Sounds like a plan." You said, and grabbed your purse from behind the bar. "Irvine, I'm clocking out early!"

With an arm around your waist, Tyler escorted you off the premises and towards the familiar house on Paper Street; puddles lined up against the sidewalk and broken bottles littering the grass. Thankfully the walk from Lou's wasn't too far and in no time, you found yourself within the confines of the wooden house with the horribly printed wallpaper. Kicking off your shoes and leaving them in the walkway to mess with Tyler, you go to grab the coffee cup printed robe that he wore so often from the back of the couch in the living room. It was getting colder as the seasons changed and you knew that it would be another difficult year of not being able to afford heat.

"So... About this Fight Club you mentioned earlier...?" You started, trying to make conversation. You had briefly heard whispers of the other guys talking about some club that took place in the basement of where you worked, but whenever you had asked, the men stated that they were sworn to secrecy.

"First rule, babe. Can't talk about it." You heard his voice from the kitchen along with the clattering of pots and pans. It was 12:17am, why the fuck was he making soap this early?

"Not even with me?" You walked into the kitchen and leant against the island in the middle of the room; surrounded by haphazardly placed cupboards and exposed wires from the ceiling. There was the smell of vinegar in the air and the stove kicked on, emitting a slight amount of heat on Tyler's side of the room.

"Nope. Although I might be inclined to share a few details about my daily habits if you let me have my robe back." He said with his back to you, busying himself with mixing the soap around with a spoon.

"What if you tell me everything instead? I deserve to know, I think." You said, lighting a cigarette from one of the boxes on the table.

"That's hardly a deal."

"I'll give you your robe back."

"It's mine anyways."

"I'll let you fuck me again."

Tyler put down the spoon and seriously contemplated your offer. His hair was sticking up in every direction and he still had yet to wipe the blood off his face from the catastrophe earlier.

"Before you go to work tomorrow?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in a ridiculous suggestive manner.

"Yes. Scout's honor."

Tyler turned the stove off and placed the contents of the bowl in the fridge. You never dared to open that fridge since you were sure you would find body parts or blood bags or some other weird shit in there. That's how you and Tyler thrived. He did murderous shit, you didn't pry. He gave you love and cared about you, you stayed out of his business.

Turning around, he places both his arms on the island directly across from you. His jacket had been cast aside so his short sleeved T-shirt allowed for a great view of the veins in his arms and hands. Sweat beaded slightly on his forehead and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"Fight Club. It's a place where the real heroes of society earn their praise for their dedication to life and the downfall of capitalism," he smirks and rubs your hand on the counter, "No girls allowed."

"Why not? I'm sure I could kick your ass. You saw me beat up that douchebag today." You said, with a glare directed towards Tyler's comment.

"See, there's a difference. Most of the guys get pleasure out of fighting each other because it lets loose some of their anger. For me, if you were to kick my ass that is, I would find it pleasurable purely because you're sexy and I love you."

You sighed with a slight smile to let him know you weren't angry. "You're impossible."

"Impossibly handsome?"

"Go back to making soap or some shit," you joked.

"I have a better idea." He scooped you up into his arms and pressed you against the wall, locking you in between his body and the structure of the house. He gave you one last look in the eyes before he went to work on kissing you softly at first, and then getting more and more rough and sloppy. Fingers intertwined in his hair, you kissed him back feverishly.

His hand then went to make a move against the side of your thigh, tapping alongside it with his fingers in a drumming motion as he continued to kiss you with an intense passion. You thought it was cute and waited for him to change his directory towards something more R rated and leave the PG-13 in the dust. Just as you had silently hoped, his hand moved up to the hem of your shirt, slowly rubbing circles on your side and making his way up slowly. Tyler liked to take his time with these things, you noticed. It was because of some poetic thingy probably; about how the world was caving in and we're all dying but we can take things slow sometimes and enjoy the moment.

"I thought you wanted it before I had to leave for work?" You asked with a knowing tone. Your boyfriend was such a wimp about these things.

"We can always stay up all night...." He stated in between kisses. He pulled away for a moment to look at you and your current position against the wall, taking in the sight before him. He didn't see a lot of beauty in the world, but you definitely held the most of it.

"We can't do that, remember what happened last time?"

Tyler stopped his motions and thought back to the time he had gotten a little too crazy from the exhaustion and the sex that he threw the furniture from one of the upstairs bedrooms out the window to make room for some of the weird shit he wanted to try. The desk drawers and the chairs as well as all the old magazines were still outside on the ground, spewed about in disfunctional chaos outside the second story window.

"Fine, then I'll wait until tomorrow." He said, taking the robe from you and slipping it on, walking upstairs.

"You bitch, Tyler! You set me up!" You said with a laugh and followed him up the stairs. The smell of soap slowly leaving you as you got closer and closer to Tyler's room at the top of the stairs.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Are you gonna stay awake now?" He grinned and pulled you in close to him, opening the door with the heel of his foot and stumbling into the room with you in his arms as he made his way towards the bed. The door shut behind you and as the heavy wood made impact with the frame, a crack ran up the wall. Before you had time to register how much that would cost to get fixed, Tyler reached out and grabbed you from behind, pinning you onto the bed and leaning over you with the wildest grin on his face.

"Alright, Mr. Durden," you said as you twisted around and caught him by surprise, "I can stay up for a while." You caught his ankles and turned the two of you around so that he was now the one underneath and you were on top, straddling his waist. He took off the infamous coffee robe and threw it over the edge of the bed and watched as it hit the floor, lying back down again. His shirt was rising up, exposing the toned abdomen he had underneath, and his beautiful pale skin. His breath hitched as he watched you reach to remove the garment from his torso and then up above his chest and shoulders, removing it entirely from his frame. Your eyes practically drank in the image of him lying there shirtless and gorgeous as ever. The scars that littered his body glimmered under the soft glow of the candles used to light the house after dark (courtesy of no one ever paying the electrical bills). Your fingers went to trace over some of them, Tyler watching you with complete and utter admiration as you became lost in thought.

"Hey, everything okay?" He asked, watching how quickly your mood changed.

You smiled. "Everything is perfect, you're perfect."

Any anxiousness of his went away with your confirmation of his appearance.

"My scars?" He asked.

"Especially your scars. You're beautiful, Tyler."

This last sentence barely left your mouth before Tyler was lost in your kiss again, this time with more love than lust like before.

"Well," he said, "I don't want to die without any scars."

"Mission accomplished." You giggled and drew him in once more.

💛🦐

(A/N: I thought this concept of beating Jared Leto's character up and having Tyler think it was cute was something I desperately needed to write into a fanfiction. That was all it was going to be originally, until I read a Cliff Booth fic by @darling-i-read-it and fell in love with their writing towards Cliff's scars. The reader takes her time to go over each one in their story; making sure he feels loved and handsome as she talks about his past. I wanted to do something similar with the reader in my story as the reader is very in love with Tyler Durden. Thank you for inspiring my writing! You're truly one of my favorite creators on this app!!)

You can read their fanfiction here.

#tyler durden #fight club #brad pitt #brad pitt x reader #fanfiction #first rule of fight club #edward norton #hobisfavoritespritecan

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✦ Before the Devil Knows You're Dead ✦

John Tyler x Original Fem! Character

WARNING: Those who watch TMYS know John Tyler and the things he's done. I'd suggest not reading if his actions are a trigger for you. Though, this is a part 1, you won't find anything terrible here just yet.

OVERVIEW: When Mary Barlow assigned John with tracking down the woman who allegedly played a major role in the kidnapping of her daughter, Theresa Barlow, it took no genius to realize that keeping tabs on his actions would be virtually impossible. John was beginning to crack and hold himself in overconfidence. That being said, extra precaution was taken- Mary hired a private investigator to work alongside him, Rosario De Lara; a reliable firecracker of a woman, who never backed down from a fight. She'd been recommended to Mary, despite reservations about the investigator being female- but her desperation knew no bounds. Regardless of being held up by unwavering reputation and far reaching connections, how would this PI fare in the wake of a monster, a wolf? And what were her underlying reasons for accepting such an offer?

NOTE: If you're the type who'd rather read this as a y/n, hey, stick yourself in the position of the character- go for it! I just prefer writing with names and descriptions to use haha, so hopefully it's not too much of a reader turn off. I also hope you all enjoy, as I've never written a fanfic before!

Tags: @hamishlinklaters @bbwithaknife @girlwiththenegantattoo @liesandghosts @beauty-proof @trelaney @everythingbeginsineternity-blog

CHAPTER 1: Never Bite the Hand That Feeds You

It was 8:05 AM, an old-fashioned diner scarcely littered with patrons other than the occasional dissonant ringing of a rusted front counter bell. Dust stagnated upon antiquated hanging lights, dated polaroids depicting jovial memories and former license plates lined wooden walls. The smell mingled between freshly roasted black coffee and moth balls- charming. Surrounded by a corner booth, far from earshot of nosy neighbors, sat John Tyler, alone with his equally fabricated charm, neatly brushed hair, and slimming suit. The man had been swept up in a flurry of resentful musing; when Mary spoke over the phone about a partner joining his search, John instantly protested. She may have played it off as some asset gain, but he effortlessly recognized what her guise veiled- Mary had found herself a babysitter, someone to keep tabs on John's actions outside the illustration of an occasional credit card charge. He'd allow no one to interfere, not midway through this little quasi-investigation. However, the man was caught like a deer in headlights at the begrudging revelation that his soon-to-be partner was a woman. Awfully reckless of Mary's better judgment, no? But it seemed as John became more unhinged, her desperation grew. Self-interest clouded morals. So, there he sat, a wolf lying in wait, king of the ashes in his wake, bound to start another fire, devour another heart. It was a matter of time until John's forbearing shell chipped away and revealed the black hole of a man beneath.

8:15 AM. She was late. An older waitress who smelled of thick cigarette smoke, metallic name tag reading "Martha," attempted to take John's order a couple of times, but he only sipped at a cooling black coffee. Finally, snapped from brooding thought, the droplet stained glass door gently swung open. It clicked shut behind a radiant, confidently statured woman who seemed to be in her mid 30s, with piercing blue eyes and wavy raven hair that rested shoulder level. She donned a thin, black long sleeve shirt, tucked into some light blue skinny jeans, tied off with a leather belt. John's predatory ogle swelled, and for his own sake, would have turned that oaken gaze downward to the lukewarm mug cupped between large hands- had their eyes not met. There she was, walking over like someone who'd found what they were looking for, all while extending a fearless hand.

"You must be John. I'm Rosario- call me Rio." Her voice was warming, yet intense like the burn and bite of honey whiskey, peppered with hints of a loose Spanish accent. Stunned momentarily, John cleared his throat and shook her hand. "You're late." He hummed with a tight lipped smile, warding off his own thoughts. Oh, Mary... what a mistake you made, bringing sheep to slaughter. "Am I? You know what they say, good things take time." She smirked, slipping into the booth seat across from him. Martha practically tripped over her own feet at the wanting sight of a new customer, semblance of good service brinking closer to frequenter deprivation. Briefly ordering a black coffee and omelet, Rio glanced back to her newly acquainted counterpart as the waitress scuttled off. He seemed at a loss; John's silence was uncharacteristic. With a sharp inhale, he hesitantly asked the question that seared his brain in confused uncertainty.

"She's told you about me? Mary, I mean."

"She has."

"Yet you're here."

"Yet I'm here." The raven haired woman chuckled, like someone who knew how ludicrous their own choices were. Mary really did find someone crazy enough to show up.

John Tyler was the monster under the bed, the creature that went bump in the night, the hair raising crawl of following eyes with no one in sight, the churning unease of passing a dimly lit alleyway. He was what every woman feared, bundled into a black mass that walked and talked like a human being. In spite of that, across from him sat the first woman to know his wickedness and greet him with the shake of a hand, a joke, a seat aside the Devil. The man who meditated with walls adorned in obsessive post-it notes admired her courage, even thankful for being regarded as nothing lesser than a living, breathing being. The monster... he wanted to burn away her fearlessness to ash, shatter her spirit, pluck out her soul to pick apart and haphazardly sew back in. How infuriating of a contradiction.

"I'm sure that she's let you in on every little detail of how she feels about me, our work relationship has been unfortunately... rocky, as of late." John's wide eyes held confidently firm, tone similar to that of a man talking about his ornery boss at a desk job, rather than one illegally tracking a supposed kidnapper and killer. "So, that begs the question: why not hire you to follow me instead of this? Certainly Mary has led herself to believe that she's putting you at risk by coming here- she is a worrier, often without cause." Without cause, the irony. "I told her that's the kind of thing that causes cancer." John uttered incidentally with a downward gaze as he shook his head, nudging aside the white cup soiled in idle coffee grounds.

Rio's mouth twitched up with an entertained beam, leaning back in her fissured faux leather seat. "You can't tell me that you would've been hunky-dory if you found me poking around on behalf of Mary Barlow. A loose cannon and a desperate woman walk into a bar... that's a natural disaster waiting to happen. I, for one, would rather diffuse a nuclear bomb before it explodes- call me crazy." She waved a dismissive hand, but John's eyes lit behind a wolfish grin that rose in disbelieving amusement. "Oh, I don't believe you're that charitable, Rio." He asserted with a lighter timbre. "In a working relationship, no, I'm not. But Ms. Barlow does pay well to be in the vicinity of a man with your reputation- Hell, she'd have to." Finally, Rosario's steaming cup of coffee and freshly cooked omelet were laid before her, the waitress sauntering away, following a polite "thank you."

Ah, the thousand dollar question: Did Rio like Mary Barlow? "Like" was a very strong word. The genuine answer? Hell no. This endeavor was foolish and single-minded- if John hadn't been over the edge already, this would send him tumbling. But Rosario had her own reasons, her own need for being here. People often looked danger in the face out of necessity. This was no different.

"My reputation." He repeated through a bitter mumble as Rio gently blew on her coffee, those darkened eyes rising to her plush puckered lips. His amusement had fallen. "Yes, John- your reputation. We won't get along very well if reality avoidance is one of your coping mechanisms." She determined nonchalantly while taking a sip, and his daze broke. No, that didn't go over well. Brief silence filled the air; the pause before an unwavering decision. "Let Mary know that I won't be needing a babysitter, would you? Thanks for the coffee." His smile smoldered with sarcasm and vexation. Wordless, John stuck Rio with the bill as he stood- call it payment for a waste of time. Soon, the man was making a beeline for the diner's exit in irritated strides. All that he'd brought to the table, and she express delivers one big middle finger to John's doorstep; not only a declaration of how little confidence Ms. Barlow held in his ability to get the job done, but her lack of respect for his efforts.

"Come on, you could at least let me finish my food before stomping off like a teenage girl!" Rosario called after him as the door clicked shut. "Son of a bitch." She sighed beneath her breath while rising, taking a few quick mouthfulls of the overly salted omelet and washing it down with black coffee gulps. Rio tossed loose bills and change on the table before quickly trotting after John across the gravel parking lot, who was currently unlocking his vehicle. "You're so professional until someone steps on your toes, John. Between stalking women for months at a time and prison therapy, I'd figure you accomplished a little more patience than that." He immediately swung around as if to silence her before any bystanders could overhear; the weight of John's foreboding leer communicated his threat more than words ever could. "Just how professional would I be if I allowed an outside party to botch my investigation? I've gotten this far without being held by the hand or made to look through the rulebook; you would slow me down." Not once did he blink or falter- a man with sole confidence in himself. Rio raised her hand, signaling a truce. But nothing lifted the heaviness of his stare, like stone piled upon screaming lungs. A short breath pushed past the woman's lips as she gathered scattered thoughts. It was clear that bickering wouldn't get them anywhere.

Casting her gaze to the crunching gravel below, Rosario's expression softened, her tone eased; Mary instructed Rio to make this work, so perhaps appeasement would pave the road to partnership, albeit discontented. "Do you really think it would've been a bright idea for someone who abided by the rules to accept the position I've been put in? You're out of state, that's cause enough for arrest regardless. I get results by the most efficient means possible- it rarely leaves time to flip through every page in the rulebook, and I have access to information, people. I'm here to make this easier." John Tyler was the last person Rosario expected the need to plead her own case- the tables weren't turned, but completely thrown out of the window.

"In any case, Ms. Barlow wanted me to jog your memory; she has you set up with your car and your credit card- you're not in a position to bite the hand that feeds you, John. Keep that in mind." The man who towered above her height loured inwardly, wrestling with his own mentality. Oh, how he wanted to wrap his hand around her neck and- no... no, not here. Civility. This won't end well, he knew it as blatantly as she did; John sensed it in her wary eyes, her cautious arm's length away. What could stop the full force of an avalanche, held back by a single waning layer of snow? What could stop a man who was cracking at the seams, held together by scotch tape and a pipe dream? Wolves will do what is in their nature: hunt.

"We do this my way."

There it is.

"If your way works, I'll oblige. I hear you're heading out tomorrow. Pick me up, here, same time." Rio consented, her composed posture soon finding its way back as she pulled a set of jangling car keys from her pocket. The raven haired woman suddenly perked up like someone who'd remembered an important detail. "Oh, and John? If you go after another woman, I'll put you in prison for the rest of your life. Lay a hand on me, I'll put you in the ground." She smiled faintly, as if a darkness of her own hadn't illuminated those eyes. Lightly tapping his vehicle's hood, Rio made way to her ride. "See you bright and early, partner."

"Said a fly to a spider." John mentally grinned with devilish delight and bared fangs. And so his shell chipped.

#hamish linklater #tell me your secrets #john tyler #emma hall #fanfic #fanfiction #john tyler x reader #hamish linklater x reader #midnight mass #father paul #monsignor pruitt #original character

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neraidaastrid · 4 years

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Relapse

Niklaus Mikaelson x reader

Fandom: the originals

Word count: 1616

Prompt: you relapse with your anorexia and hide it from klaus. He finds your behaviour strange until your best friend, Hayley, mentions that you had the same behaviour back when you had the disorder.

Warnings: ⚠️eating disorders! Self harm! Suicide! Swearing!⚠️

A/N: I know this is a sensitive topic but I do unfortunately deal with some of these struggles and I decided to write something around it but give it a happy ending because we all love happy, fluffy endings.❤️

3 years. 3 happy years with klaus. Those years had been the best years of your entire life. This man was now your entire life. You met him through Hayley, your best friend, when she got pregnant back in mystic falls. You and her had been childhood friends from back in middle school. So when she got pulled into the Mikaelson family drama, so did you.

During high school, there were a few problems with your mental health. Everyday felt so gray. All this pain build up inside and you took it out on yourself. It started with a couple cuts a week, to masses a night. Your reflection in the mirror made you want to through yourself off the nearest cliff. One minute you were eating a bit healthier to completely missing out on meals. It got to the point you only ate a few meals a week.

All this anger and sadness built up so much that in your second year of college, you had attempted to take your own life.

6 years ago......

Tears streamed down your face as you rushed to your appartment. Hayley has told you she was going to be out for a while during the afternoon but what you didn’t know is that she didn’t go ahead with those plans.

Hayley sat in her room to the shared appartment as you hurriedly locked the door. You couldn’t stop the flow of water droplets from your eyes. This had been your last straw. Some girl at your college made a snarky comment about how you weren’t very skinny and pretty had led you to come to the conclusion to end it. End the pain, the torment of life. No time to say your goodbyes, you just had to get it over with.

Swiftly you made your way to the bathroom. As soon as you shut the door you grabbed your razor from the side of the bathtub. There was no point in locking the door as someone had to find your body, you just hated the fact that you knew it was going to be Hayley who finds your lifeless body.

Turning the tap on in the bath, you take the blade out of the razor. Not caring for your clothes you keep them on while you turn the tap off and step into the cold water. Sitting in the water you try to stifle your sobs, horribly failing. The tears kept falling and falling as you raised the rusted blade to your wrist.

Hayley sat peacefully in her room scrolling through her phone when she heard muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. The sound alerted her as well as the bath running. She found it odd as it was 3 in the afternoon and that you were crying. Her curiosity got the best of her as she exited the room and headed toward the room the were currently in.

You hadn’t heard shuffling from outside over your hushed cries. This was it. This was when the pain was finally going to end. Slowly you landed the sharp object onto your wrist and added pressure, gliding it along your arm over recent cuts before. It hurt like a bitch. God it stung.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be having a bath Y/N?” Hayley joked, well tried, she was worried as she could hear your sniffles.

“Y/N?”

Shit! Hayley was home! You panicked, anxiety flooding your body. You had to finish, you’d come to far to stop now. Trembling, you lifted the blade into your other hand. It was hard to keep still as blood oozed out of your wrist. Once again, you raised the blade to carve the other arm. Just before you could, the bathroom door swun open with a worried Hayley standing there mesmerised by the sight.

“Please, Y/N! NO! Stop!” She screamed, running towards you. With all her might, Hayley wrapped her arms around your upper body to grab your attention. “Please don’t.” Her voice croaked with desperation, shattering your heart. You dropped the blade before doing anymore damage towards yourself.

Hayley reached at her phone in her back pocket to call an ambulance. Once the phone conversation finished, you both cried in each other’s arms waiting for the paramedics to arrive.

Present........

After that incident Hayley found out about your anorexia and you opened up about a lot. 3 years later she got knocked up by the famous Klaus Mikaelson while the two of you took a trip to mystic falls so she could see Tyler Lockwood. So because of her reckless actions, you both moved to the city of New Orleans, where you fell in love with the big bad hybrid.

When you first had moved to New Orleans you had started to fall back into old eating habits due to the stress of moving. It lasted a few months and you lost a lot of weight. You didn’t want to mention anything to Hayley as she was getting kidnapped left to right, but she did notice the drop in weight and helped you out of it. If it wasn’t for Hayley you wouldn’t have made it this long.

He didn’t know about your past, the reason, you didn’t want him to pity you. You didn’t want to accept the fact that you had a problem and that it still creeps back sometimes. It took some time but Hayley promised to keep your secret.

During Hayley’s pregnancy, you and klaus had a connection, flirting back and forth. After Hope’s birth, he asked you on a date and it started from there. Your love for him has only grown more and more during the years.

It had been just over 3 years of you and Klaus dating. He had your heart and you had his. Hayley has keepen her promise by not mentioning it to anyone. Well for the moment, she had.

The urge to cut or to miss meals had disappeared these past few years, until the trigger. You were just walking through the quarter, alone, when a boy around 19-20 called out to you. He called you a fatty. That’s when realisation hit, you’d let yourself go. Once again, your head came flooding back with the thoughts.

All you could do was run. So you did. You ran and ran until you couldn’t feel your feet. Tears stroked drown your cheeks as you moved through the streets. You didn’t even know where you were running, you just had to go.

It felt like eternity had passed by the time you made it to the compound. Sniffling, you wiped the tears away with your sleeves. Luckily no one was home. The sky had turned dark, so you assumed everyone was out either killing people, or at Rousseau’s.

Unconsciously, you found yourself in the bathroom, making you way towards where you had your razor. You took the blade out, shaking.

That night you cut. For the first time in what felt like forever, you cut everywhere you could. Arms. Legs. Stomach. Anywhere you could, you did. Now you just had to hide it.

2 days later........

No one really noticed, well that’s what you thought. Klaus thought you were acting odd but didn’t comment on it.

Every meal you could skip, you did. Whenever everyone went out you cut, or you went out to do it.

You were in the kitchen playing with hope when Klaus came in. “Hi Hope, Y/N.” He smiled as he walked over and picked Hope up in his arms. “Do you want me to make you lunch?” Klaus turned to ask you. “No, thankyou.” You walk out of the kitchen, leaving him confused.

Hayley huffed, “No, she can’t be.” She muttered to herself. Klaus picked up on this and turned around to the brunette who was making Hope food. “What are you on about?” His voice concerned as he let his daughter stand.

“Hope, can you go and play with someone while I talk to your father.” Hayley told the little girl as she hopped out of the kitchen. That’s were Hayley told Klaus all you history and how she had just picked up on that you’d fallen back to those problems.

You’d been laying on your bed for about 10 minutes when Klaus stormed in with tears in his eyes. He rushed to you and sat on the bed infront of you.

“Please, love. Show me the cuts.” His voice cracked and a tear rolled down his cheek. As his words made sense in your head, water pooled your eyes and you stood from the bed.

“Hayley said, didn’t she?” You whispered. He nodded and repeated his words. “Please, show me.” He pleaded, more tears flowing. You reached to pull your top up and took off your sweats, leaving you stood in your bra and underwear.

Klaus’ eyes scanned over the scars. After a few minutes of silence as he studied, he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry into his shoulder. “I love you, please stop, I love you too much to watch you harm yourself.” His voice was wobbly as he held you. Your dainty arms found their way to his waist as you shook. “Ok.” You breathed through your sobs.

That’s why you loved the hybrid, he was there to love you. Even through all his rage and scariness, he had a soft spot for you, and could be super sweet.

That night he promised himself that no one, not even you, could harm you. He would always protect you. He wouldn’t let you destroy yourself. He will love you when you can’t love yourself. You will be happy, that he will make sure of.

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alri-xo · 4 years

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Ship of Dreams (Titanic 1997 AU) | Prologue

Gif not mine

A/N: So this fic has been brewing since last month and I put it off because of the list of fics I had in mind. This is special to me because like... I mean I cry every time at this movie. So I would like to thank the people over at the best GC in the world for basically pushing me to do this, especially @witchymegg I love you all. I'm still gonna call the ship Titanic bc I want to. (This will contain actual Titanic references and a lot of revisions in the dialogues.)

Pairing: Original Character x Reader

Warnings: No page break (I always have to say this bc I am on the app)

"We're here..." Mikhail Petrovna says as the two submersibles lower deep into the depths of the Atlantic. Ruins of a once lively ship gracing the cameras that they controlled.

Jared McKinley took the camera they use for documentation, as other people in the submersibles looked out of the small windows. The ship was covered in sea garbarge as fish swam in and out of its crevices.

"It still gets me every time..." Jared says as he filmed through the window, filling the blurry frame.

Baron and Mikhail chuckled and made remarks on their venture to the sunken ship. Going in deeper and deeper as the clock ticked.

"It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the world above." Jared narrated as the submersible navigated down, capturing also deep sea squids, floating gracefully in the murky water.

"You're so full of shit, boss..." Baron Martin remarks earning a chuckle from the two other men as they reached target depth.

"Here we are again on the deck of Titanic," Jared says as he documents the rugged deck, teeming with marine algae and sand, "Two and a half miles down. The pressure is three tons per square inch, enough to crush us like a freight train over an ant if our haul fails...

The video camera skimmed over Jared's face as he spilled information on his monologue, "These windows are nine inches thick and if they go," a short pause in his speech as he spoke, looking up to see how deep they've been going under the ocean, "It's sayonara in two microseconds."

One of the submersibles landed on the deck, and the other some place else to get ready to use another piece of technology they had in store.

After his little monologue, they went to work. Baron slipped on the 3D Electronic goggles and held on to the joysticks to control the ROV.

"Walking the dog," Baron says as he controlled the orange box, suspended with a thick wire connected to the database inside the submersible.

It skimmed through the various ruins inside the ship. Ornate wood carvings engraved the interior of the majestic ghost ship, a piano in pretty mint condition given that it has been underwater since the 1910's. The ivory keys and their desire to separate from the ebony ones but they do not move.

The device moves around the grand chandelier suspended in the once alive ship, it's crystals covered in sea dirt dulling it's shine but only for some parts of it.

It ventures further into the ghostly mansion-esque structure, a glass bottle of what it looks to be champagne and fine china, defining that the ship once carried people of high class.

The device then ventures in with its lights illuminating the eerie scene, a woman's shoe and a porcelain doll's head, devoid of its body, hair and eyes.

It then spots one of the grandest suites of the ship, entering room B-52. Jared scolded Baron a little, saying to go slow and not like the day past. He rogers it and slowly enters the room.

The once plush bed now in ruins, the material draping in the movement of the water, it's probably white color now a dark gray because of it's age. The device then moves in a cloud of grey, a mixture of sand and rust.

It then spots an old tub and broken chairs, however it's not of Jared's interest. As it skims further in the room, the camera spots a wardrobe. In a story like this, a thing like a wardrobe can carry the deepest of secrets, even a blessing in disguise.

Jared asks to see what is under the wardrobe. The ROV deploys its robotic arms as it clears the antiques in its way, "Be careful, Martin."

The man who controlled the orange ROV mumbled an 'I will' as the device lifted up debris and antiques off near the wardrobe. They recovered a dark object, not so dark anymore that the light of the Dog shown on its features.

"Ohh McKinley... Are you seeing what I think I'm seeing??" Baron hoots as they recovered the metal box...

Jared scoots closer to the monitor that shows what the device just saw. A rusty metal box covered in silt and sand.

"It's pay day, boys..."

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Inside a net, the locked safe ascended from the Atlantic ocean. Everybody cheering as it boarded the boat. Every person on board gathered around the safe as they celebrated.

Baron wrapped his arm around Jared, "Who's the beeest??" He asked excitedly as Jared rolled his eyes playfully at him.

"You... Baron..." he says with a small smile as Baron pops open a bottle of Champagne, its bubbles spurting all over the men on deck.

The safe was being opened by a sharp turning blade, the hot sparks emitted getting sputtered on the orange specks of light as it the metal cracked open. The noise went down as a warm brown sludge flowed out of the decade old safe, pried open by a chain and a tug.

Jared bent down on his knees, the camera man hot behind him as the lenses anticipated the greatest treasure yet. His hand pulled out books and pieces of paper covered in the mixture of silt, rust and water.

He took out a stack of paper, rather large in dimension and paused for a second. He put it down then dug deep in the safe, but found not diamonds, but sludge.

Everybody fell silent in disappointment. His career as a treasure hunter tainted with the failure of his mission. The money spent, the sweat perspired, to waste.

"No diamonds..." one man remarks at the obvious fact that there is no diamonds. The face of Jared as the realization washed over him like a tsunami.

"Shit."

"You know, Gary's career went down and never went up again because of something like this," Baron says lowly, his words toxic like that of poison ivy as it was bearable, as a man like Jared tried to not get such words get to his head.

The camera was at his face, embarrassment and shame gracing his features as the tention increased. He furrowed his brows, "Turn the camera off."

💎

He went down inside the boat, the technicians working to uncover parts of the Titanic long forgotten, and unknown to the other passengers. Just the riches they know, but not the contents it once held.

"The investors want a word with you, McKinley," Derrick Bay says as Jared barks at the camera men, covering the phone.

"Hey, Ryan? Tyler? Yeah... It's not in the safe..." Jared says to the phone, explaining how it could be someplace else in the ship, to not let the investors down. During his explaining his eyes met the monitor in front of him, showing a view of the water cleaning up a painting of a woman, who is casually nude and young.

The water cleared the drawing's bosom refealing between the valley of the woman's breast holding a big diamond, a diamond in a darker color laced on her neck with smaller crystals, assumed to be diamonds in their infamous colorless crystal color.

"W-wait let me see this," he tuts as he asks for the picture of the treasure he's looking for and compared it to the necklace the young woman was wearing.

They further analyzed the drawing which was made with pencil, seeing the date at the bottom and the artist's initial's beside it, with an erasure at the first letter.

April 14, 1912, J BB

"I'll be God damned..."

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"Treasure Hunter Jared McKinley, mostly famed for finding Spanish Gold in the galleons of the Caribbean harnests the use of technology and submergence to find out what priceless valuables the sunken Titanic has in store after 84 years. He's with us via satellite in a Russian research center in the Atlantic. Hello, McKinley..." the anchor says in the news, the small television's sounds slightly audible to the ancient woman working on her pottery.

"Hey, Wendy... See, the Titanic is not just a shipwreck. It's the queen of shipwrecks... The elites stayed there..." he went on telling the story of the Titanic briefly, as questions fired at him from the new anchor.

The old woman stands up, her hair away from her face as her frail body hunches as she straightened herself. She wipes the red earth off of her fingers with a rag as her dog Diamond follows after her, nearing to the television.

"Meg, can you please turn up please, dear?" She asks of her grand daughter, Meg Treville.

She obliges as the sound of the television became clearer for her centennial ears, but she saw the drawing as clear as that in her teens...

"I'll be God damned."

💎

"McKinley, there's a call for you on satellite..." Derrick says as Jared ignores him as he instructs men to lower the submersibles for another expedition in the deep.

"Can't you see I'm working, Bay... Take a message..." he says not making eye contact with the man who holds the answers he's not expecting.

"I swear you don't want to turn down this call, Jared." He pleas, a reluctant look paints Jared's face, "You need to turn your voice up, she's kinda old..."

Jared held the phone in his hand, hesitant to speak to a possible poser, "This is Jared McKinley, Mrs..."

"Treville... Y/N Treville..." Derrick says, battling the whirring of the machines behind them...

"Mrs. Treville..." He says politely to the old woman on the other line...

"I was just wondering if you found the 'Heart of the Ocean' yet, Mr. McKinley?" She asks, her voice aged and wise as the two men shared looks of shock.

"I told you don't want to miss this call," Derrick beamed as Jared mustered up a small smile...

"Okay, Y/N... You got my attention... Now, tell me who is the woman in the picture?" Jared asks, as if taunting Y/N... But Y/N was taught at a young age not to lie.

"Oh yes... The woman in the picture is me."

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A/N: aaand SCENE. So this is the prologue to my very first Avengers series... I hope you enjoyed reading this... and yeah... I hope I did it justice... Stay Safe

-Alri

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The Fall Festival

College Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: smut, danger, maybe language. Word count: 3300 Summary: just a normal day for Peter Parker full of a science club meeting, a hay ride, and rescuing the a bunch of people in front of his awesome girlfriend. @thewackywriter

Peter Parker fucking loved fall. He also liked the pumpkin spiced food and the pretty fall scents girls wore. Peter liked the swirly leaves in the park. Mr. Delmar would sell pumpkin empanadas on Fridays in October and they were awesome. The Halloween decorations would spill out everywhere and Peter prided himself on having the best spider webs on the block, probably all of New York. What kind of Spider-Man would he be if he didnt?

But this year he had extra reasons to love fall. He was a freshman at ESU majoring in biophysics and minoring in photography. He wasn't too far from home and could hang out with Ned who went to Queens College and obviously majored in computer science.

And finally, Peter had a girlfriend. He couldn't believe that he found a girl that liked him back. Liz was a disaster and MJ ended up with her coming out gay to Peter after he kissed her. It was horrible. Even though she was really nice about it.

But then he met you at an event at college. He couldn't help but stare at you from across the room. It was pretty unforgettable how you first saw him. It was at the end of the event and he tried to grab a donut beside you and instead you turned around and your foam coffee cup was crushed against his chest. Peter ripped his soaked steaming hot t shirt off right away.

Your eyes widened at his fit form. Woah, he was a nerd with those abs? You quickly looked away and flushed. Peter noticed of course. Instead of asking you out, he turned brick red and basically ran out of the room.

It was a week later, you finally had enough of his eyes on you but never talking to you. You walked up to Peter, who dropped his pen on the floor in the library, and asked him out. He barely stuttered out a yes. A month later you were now officially dating.

You had your hand in Peter's as you walked into the student union building. The science club was meeting and Peter had talked you into going. You sat in one of the last stools in the room. Peter stood behind you with his head on your shoulder. You ran a hand through his hair as the group began. Peter hummed as you scratched his scalp.

Normally Peter was involved but today he was distracted by the smell of your hair, the softness of your sweater, and the way you were scratching his head. He resisted the urge to kiss your neck. You gently tugged at his hair and he stifled a moan.

"Peter, do you agree?" You asked him. He shook out of his thoughts.

"With what?"

"Study group for genetics?" You asked smiling. Peter had been day dreaming. Peter turned red again and nodded in agreement. You noticed he softly gazed at you the rest of the meeting. You tried to pay attention but those soft doe brown eyes were hard to ignore. Especially looking at you like that.

"Hey Pete, what was that? In the meeting. You kept looking at me?" You reminded him. He adjusted his back pack before grabbing yours. You would complain but he always insisted. Plus he was freaky strong. You saw him pick up the corner of a fridge once to get something from under it.

"You...ah.. you look really pretty today," he said. You smiled at him. Sometimes he was too good to be true. You pulled him to the side of the hallway as the meeting room cleared out.

"You're the sweetest boyfriend," you said pulling his collar until he was face level. He grinned at you before lightly placing his lips on yours. You deepened the kiss and Peter practically melted in your arms. He groaned when you bit his lip.

Peter quickly pulled away and adjusted his pants before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door. You smirked at the thought that you had affected him so. Peter slowed down after a minute and stopped in front of the bulletin board.

"Hey, they're having a haunted hay ride tonight. Do you want to go?" Peter asked excited. You felt nervous. You hadn't ever gone on one. "Come on. Lets go on a hay ride."

You felt his big brown eyes persuade you. "Okay, fine. Don't make me regret this."

You pulled Peter to your dorm room. You needed to study. Plus, you kinda left him in a state. Peter was sweet but too nice and you had to take care of him because he would never ask. He tossed the back pack on your bean bag chair and sat on your bed. You basically pounced him.You straddled him and pulled his beanie and jacket off. "Woah." He ran his hands on your outer thighs. You kissed him deeply and soon you felt his arousal on your thigh.

You pulled his t shirt off and stripped your own top off. Peter gripped your hips tightly as you kissed his neck. He softly panted as you sucked a hickie on his collar bone. His eyes closed and his hands grasped at your bottom.

You lightly pushed at his chest for him to lay back. He flopped to the bed. His erection painfully tight in his pants. You unbuttoned and pulled them off. You shimmied out of your pants and panties. Peter tried to unclasp your bra and you helped him because he wasn't getting it.

You reached in your night stand for the box of condoms as Peter massaged your breasts. You opened the box to find it empty. Your head flopped down as you showed him the box in disappointment. He groaned.

"How are we out?" He whined.

"Uh.." you thought of the last time you had sex. It was after a basketball game and Peter actually took charge and pinned you against the headboard. You had mindless grabbed a condom from the box in the heat of the moment.

"We'll have to get creative," you said simply before bending and kissing his belly button. He shuttered at the sensation.

"Are you gonna?... oh my God," Peter said closing his eye tightly as you took him in your mouth. You were the first girl to go down on him and he still couldn't handle it. Peter began whining as you kitten licked the tip.

When you took him deep in your mouth he whimpered and grasped at the sheets. He was trying hard to not cum. You bobbed your head and his hips bucked softly. Peter panted heavily. Unbeknownst to you, his super senses were going crazy.

"I...I'm..." he gasped. You knew he was close the way he twitched. You softly ran a hand on his thigh as you took him deeper in your mouth. A panicked look flashed across his face and he made a strangled gasp as he came.

A knock at the door made you jump. Peter scrambled to put on his pants. You pulled your clothes on quickly and called, "just a minute." You looked at yourself in the mirror to make sure you didn't look crazy before opening a crack in the door. It was your RA.

"Don't forget that we have a haunted hay ride tonight," she said bubbly. She handed you an orange flyer with the info. You thanked her and shut the door.

Peter sat awkwardly on the bed. You smiled at him. "We should go. Oh, crap. Its almost time," you said looking at your phone.

Peter pulled his shirt on and nodded. "Yeah, okay. You don't want me to..." he trailed off. You grinned at him.

"Afterwards. We can stop at Walgreens on the way back," you whispered and winked. You grabbed your hoodie, okay Peter's, and pulled him to the subway.

Soon you arrived at the stop for the park the university was using for their hay ride. They had a food stand to buy hot chocolate and cider donuts. Kids ran around dressed as characters. Peter grinned largely at any superheroes.

You climbed on the hay ride next to Peter. He held your hand with one hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder on the other. Soon the trailer was full of college kids and teenagers. A man dressed as a skeleton jumped on the front of the trailer dramatically.

"I'm going to take you to hell!" He began dramatically. An older woman looked at him sternly. "Not really, sorry Mrs Smith. Anyways I'm going to tell you all about the horrors of the park." She raised her eyebrows and he corrected, "the history of the park."

He began telling a story about a legend of the park as the trailer slowly drove down the gravel path dimly lit with Christmas lights around trees. You couldn't quite pay attention because of Peter's close proximity and your unfinished earlier activity.

"This bridge was built in 1904 by the city council because it was common for carriages to get stuck in the mud. During high river level that could be dangerous. So it's probably plenty haunted of people who drown," the guide whispered darkly. The trailer creaked over the bridge decorated with plastic bats and spiders.

"Tyler," Mrs Smith chided.

"Sorry, probably not super haunted. Not as haunted as our next spot that was an early medical facility. Which is also probably not haunted," he said after her look.

Peter suddenly sat straighter and looked around. His spidey senses were tingling. A loud clangour and then screech came from the bridge where the truck and trailer behind them was. Peter jumped from the trailer, grabbed his web shooters and mask from his back pack, and hoped you didn't see him swing through the trees. You definitely saw him. Your blood stopped in confusion and fear. The bridge wiggled visibly. People on the trailer shreiked.

"Karen, what's wrong?" Peter asked.

"Bolts on the top left of the northern side of the bridge are compromised. A 45% chance of collapse," Karen said. Peter cautiously swung close to the side. Ancient metal flaked gold rust.

"Jesus, has anyone ever updated this bridge?" Peter asked himself. He began webbing the broken bolts together. Above him the driver of the truck tried to drive forward. A bolt on the right side snapped loudly and the bridge began to lean the opposite direction.

"There is now an 85% chance of collapse. You need to get them off the bridge, Peter," Karen warned.

"On it," He yelped swinging to the other side. Peter webbed the bolts together. "Drive," he yelled at the driver. The man nodded before flooring the truck. The bridge groaned but held as it drove over. The bridge creaked and whined as it shook. Peter quickly swung away from it and into a tree. In a deafening groan, the bridge collapsed into the river below.

Peter climbed high in the tree to avoid being seen. He pulled off the mask and web shooter and shoved them in his pockets. The police began to arrive and Peter weaved his way through the crowd to you. He prayed that somehow you wouldn't notice his lack of presence.

You searched for him in the crowd. Peter was Spider-Man. Peter was Spider-Man, your mind kept repeating. You lost sight of him as the bridge collapsed. Suddenly you saw him searching for you in the crowd. You ran to him and hugged his roughly.

"You're okay," you gasped. He wrapped his arms around you. You pulled back. "Peter, we need to talk. Not here."

"Uhh.. w-why?" He asked nervously.

"You know," you said seriously. He visibly gulped and looked at you warily. You refused to let go of his hand as you left the growing crowd.

Back at his dorm you sat on the edge of his bed. He stood nearby awkwardly running his hands along the edge of his sweater. The room felt incredibly silent.

"So... you're Spider-Man?" You began.

"Uh... yeah..."

"How? How can you do that... stuff?" You asked confused. He was very strong, you knew. But a superhero? Your boyfriend?

"Well... uh... I was uh.. bit by a spider," he mumbled running a hand through his hair.

"A spider? What kind of spider? Are you messing with me?" You asked.

"No, no, I'm not. At Oscorp I was bit by a radioactive spider that changed my DNA," he said biting his lip. "And now I can do stuff. Don't tell anyone."

"That's... crazy. How long? What can you do? Did you really fight captain America?" You asked rapidly. He smiled slightly.

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Uh... I worry about you. But its... its actually kinda hot," you said slyly. Peter's eyes widened.

"It... uh... it is?" He said quickly. You nodded.

"Too bad we didn't stop at the store," you mumbled.

"I'll go right now. If.. If you want," he said eagerly. You laughed.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," you flushed. He grabbed your face and kissed you before running out the door. You grinned at the thought. Now what should you do? Take everything off? Take some things off? Put on his clothing? Do nothing?

You turned on his radio and walked the room. There were subtle clues to Spider-Man everywhere. He had a photo of a spider on his bulletin board and what looked like a blue print of an iron man armor. A newspaper claiming the evils of Spider-Man sat on the desk. His genetics textbook sat on top despite him taking the class the year before.

Peter came back lightning fast. His face pink and his hands clutching a small bag. He dropped the bag on the bed and walked behind you where you were looking at an old photo. Peter wrapped his arms around you.

"What are you looking at?" He said kissing your neck.

"Your graduation. You looked so happy," you smiled running a hand to his hair.

"I almost didn't make it on time. There was a bus that ran through traffic I barely stopped," he remembered. You turned to look at him.

"That's insane. You stopped it with your bare hands?" You said looking at his brown eyes in amazement. He blushed.

"Uh.. yeah, I did."

"That means you can lift a lot," you said with an idea. "There is... uh, something I want to try if that's okay..."

"What? What is it?" Peter asked.

"Can you pick me up when we.. you know," you said looking away.

"You want me to pick you up while having sex? I can do that," Peter said grabbing the back of your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You gasped in surprise. Somehow between your earlier activities, the fear from earlier, and this new knowledge about Peter, you've never been more turned on.

You grabbed his face and began kissing him. Peter groaned as you lightly pulled his hair. He carried you to the bed and laid you down softly. Peter pulled off his shirt and you scrambled out of yours. He grasped the buttons on your jeans and pulled them down. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Peter quickly yanked his boxers down and then your panties.

You grasped him and rubbed your thumb over his tip as you pumped him. He groaned in your hand. He ran a finger up your slit and rubbed a few circles around your clit before pulling his hand away. You moaned slightly. Peter pulled your hand from his cock and moved to grab a condom. You ran your hand between your legs and began circling your aching clit.

"Woah," he said when he was done rolling the condom on. "That's so hot. Like, wow."

You pinched a nipple between the fingers of your other hand. Your hips rocked as you fucked your fingers. Peter gulped and massaged himself while watching. You pulled your fingers from yourself and put it in your mouth and tasted yourself. He had never seen you do that.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he groaned. You gave him a come hither motion and he practically hopped across the room. "Do you want me to pick you up? Like- like you said," he stuttered. You nodded.

He wrapped his arms around your bottom ad you grasped his shoulders as he pulled you up. You felt his arousal on your thigh. You kissed him, running your tongue in his mouth to massage his. Your hips ground on him and his hips jumped at the contact.

Peter pulled your hips slightly back and guided you on his length. Nether of you had ever tried this before. You stilled at the sensation. He felt so good in you. Finally you took him deep as you could and began grinding on him again. You could tell Peter wanted more but this position was perfect for rubbing your clit again him.

"Bounce, baby. Please," he finally whined. You began thrusting slowly. His hands deeply massaged your ass cheeks. You groaned as he hit the perfect spot inside you. Every once in a while you swirled your hips and Peter would whine softly. Peter tried to let you control, and you clenched around him felt amazing, but he needed more so he began moving your hips for you setting a harder and faster pace.

You felt your core tighten as you got closer. "Peter, fuck, Peter, fuck," you moaned as he bounced you on his cock. He got a perfect view of your head thrown back and tits bouncing. "Don't stop, it feels so good."

"Yeah, you're so fucking tight and wet. Gonna make me cum, baby girl," he groaned. You gasped in surprise. Peter had never said anything like that. He opened his eyes and slowed down to see what was wrong. "What?"

"Don't fucking stop. I'm close. Keep talking," you groaned as your hips bounced. He growled and continued bouncing you.

"So tight. Such a perfect pussy. Taking it so good. God, I love you," He whimpered lying his head on your shoulder. He was trembling trying not to come.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. dontstop. I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum. Gonnacum," you gasped and your body clenched around his cock and you moaned loudly in ecstasy and your thighs shook. He sped up before losing his pace and he gasped loudly in release, his cock twitching inside you. You kept your legs wrapped around him. His chest beat wildly next to yours. Too soon he laid you on the bed and removed the condom and threw it away. He scooted by you and pulled you on his chest. You lazily ran your fingers on his hand. He rubbed your outer arm with the thumb of his other hand.

"That was... I thought... it was... that was great. Did you-did you think so," he babbled nervously. You smiled.

"Babe, that was awesome. We should definitely do that again. Next week I get my loan and I'll be going to the doctor," you said.

"Oh, for like a check up?" He asked.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna get on birth control," you said casually. Peter stopped moving.

"Does that mean no more condoms?" He asked hopefully. You laughed heartily.

"Yeah, hun, it does. We've got a little while for it to work and everything. You know what we should do?" You asked.

"I'm a... a little to tired-" Peter began.

"Not that. We should get a pumpkin," you said sitting up. You reached over for your clothing and began putting them on. "You know? since we missed it with my boyfriend having to save the day and all. I wanted to get one today."

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