#I'm begging pleading crying i am on my hands and knees

[leveragedlibrarians]

HOW

DID NO ONE TELL ME

THAT LEVERAGE AND THE LIBRARIANS

HAVE

BOOK SERIES

[plmp0]

Bad Game

Summary: You've just missed how rough Heeseung used to fuck you so you decided to push his buttons, but he noticed what you are trying to do and gave you exactly what you wanted.

Warnings: pwp (no plot really), mean!dom!Heeseung, begging, dirty talk, degrading, hair pulling, oral (f r), unprotected sex, cream!pie, i think that's all

A.N: This was a very quicky i wrote at 4 AM, sorry if there is any typos/ weird spacing, also please note that english is not my first language. Enjoy ^^

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"didn't know you were that cock dumb u know? always denying being horny in front of me but all the time you are fantasizing about my dick huh?" Heeseung stuffed two of his fingers inside ur mouth making you choke on them your hips trying to grind on his knee that is positioned between ur legs and he chuckled at ur miserable attempt

"What a pervert, a naughty slut" he whispered in ur ears as he grabbed ur hair and pulled, you arched your back moaning, "And that's okay, you know why? Because i'm the only one who can take care of you like this." he removed his fingers from ur lips groping ur breats making you whimper wanting him to touch you more.

"Only I can fuck u till u can't remember your name." he grunted one of his hands wrapping around your neck choking you lightly but u couldn't help it but grip his wrist and he just cooed at how weak you are.

Heeseung made sure u'd regret messing up with him, trying to make him jealous? really?Knowing how he can't handle seeing others trying to make a move on you in front of him.

"How low of you, horny girl trying to piss me off." He chuckled "You don't know who you're messing up with, sweetheart." He leaned towards you, "I am a man of few words. If you mess up, then i'll fuck u out of your mind."

He kissed you hard and pushed you down the bed, making you lay on your back. He kissed down from ur neck, collarbones, to the valley between ur breasts and you arched your back when he took ur nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly.

"So cute" He licked over ur nipples, "So beautiful and all mine." He kept kissing down, reaching your belly making your mind go numb from how different he sounds everytime "My pretty princess" He mumbled spreading your legs apart and putting them over his shoulder, giving a kiss to each thigh. "U could of just said that you wanted me to fuck you dumb" He gave a smirk and dived in between your legs, eating you out.

"Fuuuck" You moaned when he started moving his tongue around ur clit skillfuly hid hold tight on your thighs moving his head left and right and it was just too much for you, pulling on his hair signaling him to slow down but that just made him moan keeping the same pace.

He continued working on you his nose rubbing against your clit as he sucked on it harshly and you felt a knot forming on your stomach moaning his name non stop

Heeseung felt so lost in the taste of you his dick twitching all the time, he took his right hand, bringing his middle and index finger to ur entrance and you rutted your hips trying to feel him inside you and that just earned you a tsk from him and a slap in ur right thigh "Patience, i get that you're desperate to be fucked but there is no way i'm gonna let what you did slip without punishing you" he voiced, still sucking on ur clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

"Pleasee, i'll do anything just fuc-" Your pleads got interrupted by him shoving two fingers inside you and curling them to reach the spongy spot that always made you see stars, "Fuck yes right theree" You arched your back and closed your eyes as the knot was becoming tighter, Heeseung could tell that you were close so he started moving his fingers at a faster pace, making you scream and cum all over his face and he didn't even give you a moment to rest fingers working faster than before making you cry and try to get away from him feeling so sensitive, "No no no" you whined, "too much" You cried

"No?" He stopped and grabbed your chin "isn't that what you wanted, huh? What's wrong now?" he mocked curling his fingers inside you his other hand locking you down on the bed and you could feel yourself close again feeling so weak against him eyes rolling back as you were about to come again and just when you were about to Heeseung stopped moving pulling his fingers out leaving your body shaking as a whine left your lips

"Owww" he cooed looking at ur undone state eyes red and teary lips red from biting on them, seeing you in that state just made his dick twitch but as much as he wanted to fuck you now he couldn't forget what you did earlier his blood boiling even tho he knows it was a stupid plan of yours but that doesn't change the fact that Jay held your hand it doesn't change the fact that his filthy hands wrapped around our tiny waist, and Heeseung couldn't let go of that sight his eyes darkening more making ur skin shiver as he looked you down

"Turn around and get on your knees" he commanded, his voice dark. You followed his command and did as told, "I'm not gonna stop till i feel that you are really sorry for what you did today and don't even try to cum without my permission baby" You could feel his dominance taking over you making you more excited and you couldn't wait for him to wreck you.

He slapped your ass massaging the skin afterwards and then started leaving marks on your back, you felt the tip of his cock rubbing on your entrance, the anticipation was making you go crazy but you ended up disappointed when Heeseung kept grinding his cock on your folds for the next couple of minutes despite your begging he didn't enter you and when you tried to reach out and rub urself against his cock he just slapped your hand away.

He took your chin and turned your face to the side so he could look at you as he started kissing you, his tongue finding its way inside ur mouth. He moved his hands from your waist and cupped your boobs, massaging them, pinching and pulling on your nipples making you whimper and he didn't miss the way your hips twitched burrying himself inside you without a warning stretching you open,and puting an end to your suffering, he didn't wait for you to adjust to his size pounding on you hitting your g spot immediately and you couldn't hold your voice in and moaned loudly, Heeseung didn't stop there he grabbed your neck and pushed your head down and started moving at an even faster pace the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the room, he let go of your neck and you felt his grip on your hips getting tighter as he kept going and going and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your walls fluttering around his dick, "Don't cum until i say so." He warned voice stern as ever and you couldn't do anything but nod his hand steadying your head against the mattress, bed frame banging against the wall at the force of his thrusts, you felt yourself coming closer and closer and he knew it, his groans going straight to your core making you clench on him and he threw his head back cursing at your tightness his hand slapping your ass and the sting brought you back from the edge Heeseungs hand reached to your hair pulling on it and making you arch your back, you couldn't keep your eyes open as they rolled back "Look at you now, can't even speak because of my dick" he grunted and you didn't even have the strength to moan, his grip on your hair getting tighter "What a good little cockslut" he chuckled seeing how his words affected you "But looks like you forgot that you are mine" he thrusted this time hard and deep making you moan and clench around him "Who are you?" You could hear the anger in his voice "Tell me" he griped your jaw cock still deep inside of you waiting for your answer,

"I'm- Yours- Ahh" you choked on your moans making him smirk as he pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed back in making you arch your back

"Again" He repeated and you felt your orgasm approaching again "Heeseung-" You were about to cum but he slapped your ass

"Who do you belong to" Heeseung growled and the grip he had on ur hair and hips tightened "Who's dick are you on?" he thrusted a couple of times before stopping again, "Yours! It's only yours, please let me cum!" you begged trying to fuck yourself on his dick but his hands were holding you still and it was just too much, he chuckled "You should've known better than to be a brat to me baby"

He started moving again slamming his cock inside you hitting the deepest parts of you, making you a moaning mess and after a couple of minutes of begging he finally gave you permission feeling close as well, "You can cum baby, show me how much you love my cock" he whispered in ur ears and it was enough to make u come and tighten around his dick, making him cum right after you

"Fuck" he cursed as he rode his high and then pulled out of you, and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of his cum dripping out of you taking his fingers to fuck his cum back inside of you and then licking it off his fingers, the view made you whine

"I hope that what you did today won't repeat again, understood?" He asked as he helped you lay on your back and you were too tired to even talk so you just nodded whispering a small "sorry" and he laughed a bit "You did so well baby, such a good girl" he praised caressing your cheek and you couldn't help but lean in and close your eyes at the sensation of his hands, he smiled at your action and leaned down to give a kiss to your forehead. And you don't know if this is gonna really be the last time your gonna push his buttons loving the way he fucked you earlier but hey he doesn't need to know now!

Thank you for reading a feedback would be so much appreciated ^^

[mysicklove]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 24: SPREADER BAR

With: Zenitsu Agatsuma

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Sub! Zenitsu, gn! reader, crying, reader kinda is pushy but Zenitsu is fine with it, VERY sensitive Zenistu, overstimulation,

A/N: I hope i didn't take this too far. Reader is kinda pushier than my other fics, but idk. kinda nervous about this one for some reason. tbh, I'm not really liking any of my kinktober fics </3

Zenitsu squirms. Plain and simple. Kiss his cheek and he is giggling like a school girl, touch his chest and he is shrinking away from you with a whine, stroke his cock and he is accidentally closing his thighs together. It was just instinctual, he’s sensitive, and even if he likes the touch, he seems to struggle staying still and letting it happen.

So, you bought him a spreader bar. Zenitsu adores handjobs, but its always a pain to keep respreading his legs (You once slapped his thighs as a warning to keep them open, and he immediately sobbed and begged for forgiveness. You never slapped him again). It was good to take measures into your own hands. 

But, he happened to be a little nervous about it.

“Y/NNNNN. Is this really necessary?” Zenitsu whines, his face pink from embarrassment at being completely bare in front of you. You were clicking on the cuffs to his ankles, while he lays against the headboard. 

You kiss the inside of his knee, before moving up closer to him. “You know it is. How am I supposed to make you feel good if you keep moving away?”

He pouts and looks away. “Don’t mean to.”

“I know baby, you’re just so sensitive. I love that about you,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his temple. You rest your hand on his abdomen, and he flinches, eyes flickering to yours out of nervousness.

He looks down at his open legs and covers his face. “So embarrassing.”

“Hmmm. It’s cute, legs spread like a little whore. Only for me, hmm?” He whines at the slight degradation, moving closer to you to seek comfort in your warmth. But of course, he agrees, slightly nodding and playing with his fingers.

Your hand moves down to his cock, and he lets out an airy breath. Immediately you hear the clanging of the cuffs as he tries to move. You grin, glad his thighs aren’t stopping your antics, and pump him once, and then twice. His hand grips onto your pants and he looks up at you with pleading eyes. 

You continue, now going faster, and he keens, back slightly arching off the bed. He tries to keep his mouth shut, but it gets harder with every second. A minute goes by, and he is already spasming.

“F-Fuck slow down–You know I can’t!” He isn’t used to this, he usually gets a small break in the moments you take to pull away his legs. A chance for him to calm down, to not let his oversensitive body overwhelm him.

His legs are trembling and flexing as they try to force themselves together, but can’t. You continue your merciless pace, and his mouth hangs open, moans and whimpers falling with every second. Tears have already begun to well up. “I can’t. Wait, please! I can’t! Too much. It’s too much!”

You slightly slow your pace at his words and watch the way the pre drips down your hands. His thighs are shaking and he is twitching. Tears begin to spill over as he finally has a chance to catch his breath. You rub his face, brushing the drops away. “’m sensitive! Can’t keep up. You are going too fast, Y/N!” He sobs, and you coddle his face in apology, glancing back at the way his whole body seems to jerk when you reach the head of every slow stroke.

You coo at him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, as the spreader bar clanks with his movements. “But doesn’t it feel good, Zen? Your body is so reactive. You just need to relax and let it happen.”

He looks up at you with crocodile tears in his eyes and lets out a couple of sniffles. “Well, it did feel good. Just scary. Don’t got any control over myself,” He warbles, burying his face into your clothes for comfort.

You smile at him and begin to pick up the pace of your hand again. His hand tightens into a fist on your clothing. “Let me take care of you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just gotta relax for me, yeah?”

A second goes by, and then two. “Mhmkay. Just, try to be gentle. Please?”

“Of course. Doing so well, ya know. Being such a good boy,” You praise, and he lets out a happy hum, soaking up the words. 

You slowly make your way to your original pace, ignoring the way he jumps, or tries to hyperextend one of his legs at the feeling. He begins to pant, and he’s clutching at you desperately, trying to keep himself relaxed, but also grounded.

Eventually, you reach your original pace, and his knees are caving in. He wants to close his legs desperately, but he can’t, and his body is reacting immensely to the intense pleasure. “Fuck. Fuck. Its a lot. It’s too much!”

“How does it feel, Zenitsu?”

He thrashes around the sheets, crying again, but seeming to enjoy it more than before. He doesn’t look afraid, just simply letting it happen. “Good! Mhmmokay im okay. Just–Just hard. Cant….Think!”

The bed creaks from his sporadic movements, and you are even having trouble keeping your hands on him. His hips are turning from left to right, and his back is arching occasionally. His mouth is open again, and his eyes are hazy. “Can’t last. I can’t!”

The bar continues to rattle, and his legs continue to strain against it. You are even worried that he might break it from the force of his movements. “You can cum whenever you want, my love.”

He doesn’t respond, just nodding his head, with his eyes slightly rolled back. His hands can’t stay still, interchanging from clutching at you or the sheets, to holding onto his legs to try to help stop force against the bar.

With his upcoming orgasm, the pleasure becomes more intense, and he begins to sob. “Fuck. S-Sensitive. Oh god, feels weird! Gonna cum. Please please please! It’s too much again!”

“You already have my permission, Zen. Relax, let it out.” He nods into your clothing and clings onto you like a lifeline but listens.

He cums, and it’s much different than before. He can’t curl up into himself, as he usually does, but tries to anyways. His body goes stiffer than usual, and he lets out three high pitches, broken moans. He shuts his eyes and arches his back into you. The white liquid coats his stomach, but he can’t even feel it, instead focusing on riding out the waves. 

He looks cute like this. It seems like it was his strongest orgasm in a while, and you are intrigued by it. Your hand slows down, and forces out the last couple of drops from the tip. 

You accidentally overstimulate him, and his whole body jerks and he lets out a whimpering sound. You gulp and pull away, trying to think of other thoughts, because overstimulating Zenitsu may be adorable, but if he reacted the way he does with a handjob, you may kill the poor boy with anything more.

But he blinks at you, eyes red with tears. “Again?” He breathes, still twitching occasionally from the aftershock. 

You gulp again, not sure if going again would kill him, or you.

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 Good doggy

Begging CW: Stepping, Dom!Reader with whiny, sub!male

(Reader) looked down at the man on his hands and knees before them with mock disgust. They had to bite the inside of their cheek to prevent themselves from smiling at the pitiful little man kissing their foot while crying. They had known for a long time that their neighbor had been watching them, breaking into their apartment to steal their underwear and play with himself on their bed, but they never said anything. It was cute, the way he smiled so shyly at them, pulling at his pants to try to hide his boner from them.

They had waited in hiding, deciding it was finally time to catch him in the act. But it was so difficult pretending to be angry with him when seeing him whine on the floor was turning (Reader) on.

"What did you think was going to happen, Jackson?" (Reader) snarled, praying that they weren't blushing. He flinched, accidentally squeezing (Reader's) foot.

"I-I just-" He stuttered through his weeping, rubbing the foot on his cheek. "I'm so sorry!"

This was better than (Reader) could have hoped for. "Hmmm... I don't think you are." They heaved a deep sigh, turning their head away from him.

"What?" Large teary green eyes looked up at (Reader) pleading. "I am! I am sorry!"

"Sorry for what?" They kicked him back lightly, watching with glee as he fell onto his ass, exposing the tent in his pants. Jackson yelped, trying to cover himself in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry for breaking into your apartment!"

(Reader) fought to hold back a smirk as they pressed their bare foot past his hands and onto his erection. "Is that all you're sorry for? You're not sorry for being a pathetic little pervert?"

His thighs jolted under (Reader's) sole, bucking ever so slightly into their touch. "I'm- I'm sorry for being a pervert!"

The pressure grew heavier as (Reader) leaned more of their weight forward, rubbing his shaft through his pants. "I don't think you are... I think you like this."

(Reader) removed their foot, making the wreck cry harder. "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" They ignored him, sitting on their bed as he crawled over towards them, eyes continuously flickering towards (Reader's) crotch. "Please forgive me!"

From their new position, (Reader) couldn't hold back their joy any longer, touching his dick so softly with their toes that he whimpered, shuffling even closer to grind (Reader's) foot into his pants. "Do you like this? You perv?"

"Yes!" His words were almost unintelligible through his panting.

"Hmmm." (Reader) pretending to think while stroking his cock. "You know, I've always wanted a dog.. maybe if you ask me really nicely, I'll consider taking you in."

Jackson gasped, smiling stupidly up at (Reader) "Please! Please make me your dog! I'll be a good boy for you, please I'll do such a good job!"

(Reader) added pressure, rubbing faster as Jackson's panting became uneven. "I don't know... doesn't sound like you really want it."

"No! I want it, please, please make me your dog, I want to be your dog, please!" He grabbed their leg with both hands, licking their knee as he grew closer to his climax.

"Pfft! Ew! Are you about to cum? Are you going to jizz on my foot, just from me stepping on your dick?" (Reader) loudly teased, raising their voice as he shrunk in shame, but they still kept their foot moving against his cock.

"I'm sorry! Yes, I'm gonna- I'm gonna-!" He couldn't finish, eyes fluttering shut as he came. (Reader) revelled in feeling his warm fluid through his pants, dampening their foot.

Jackson looked worried, sad that he came so quickly. He finally got (Reader's) attention but he ruined it by climaxing too early! But when he finally got the courage to look up at (Reader's) face, he was shocked to see a deep blush across their content smile, causing his love stricken heart to hammer in his chest so hard he thought it was going to burst.

"Good doggy..."

[painfulstretch]

idea/fantasy: i’m your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. i’ve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what i’m in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why you’d been so eager to assist, and now i’m stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. i’m shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and there’s still a massive bulge sitting just inside. i’ve long given up on begging, the only help you’ll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.

fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.

i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.

you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.

i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.

it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.

and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.

your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.

didn’t i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious

[roseywatchingyouall]

A punishment never to be forgotten

I want you to strip me nude and spank me. I want it to go on and on until I am sobbing brokenly into your leg not resisting and accepting powerlessness and the pain I want you to go until my ass is red as humanly possible then I want you to gently spread my thighs and suddenly land a harsh smack on my pussy which sends me howling and slamming my thighs closed, this makes you smile "oh no little one we aren't done punishing you yet". next thing I know you clamp a spreader bar between my legs and begin your new form of punishment as I begin to yell squirm and cry trying to make it all end.

After a while, you stop and pull me off you and make me kneel in the corner my only instruction being to stay after you force me into my new position. I hear you walking back and forth a little until you appear behind me and push me so my hands are braced on the wall as I kneel legs out and spread presenting my lower half to you. Then you tell me to stay like this for a moment I hope it's over until a blinding pain registers in my cunt as you use your full strength to kick it I desperately cling to the wall as I scream before I have fully recovered you deliver 2 more to my cunt and then a moment later another one which makes me fall I cry and beg for mercy on the floor looking up at you only seeing your excitement evident in your pants you grab my hair and drag me over to the bed as I scrabble behind you trying to stay upright proving too hard with the spreader between my legs until I'm hauled over your knee again. Then you say voice dripping with false sweetness as you were such a good girl you can choose wooden spoon or hairbrush.

Reluctantly I splutter out the spoon please sir, a moment later the hairbrush is at my lips as you tell me to suck moments after I start you begin ruthlessly beating my pussy ass, and thighs with the spoon for what feels like an eternity before stopping and rubbing soothing circles on my bum as my sobs soften then you tell me to go kneel upright in the corner for 30 mins then my punishment will be done. moments later you appear behind me and gently fondle my pussy for a moment before sliding something in after a moment I feel a burning sensation take over my cunt as I look down I see the wooden spoon 1/2 way in my cunt covered in a red paste which I realize is a chilly paste, I keep crying begging for mercy as you sit and fuck me with it until its all in me then you tell me my corner time is over and I was such a good girl grinning ear to ear as you remove the spreader from my legs then as I stand up you quickly put my panties on holding the spicy spoon in me effectively. You pat the bulge where the spoon pokes out gently making me wince.

I quietly whine Sir I thought my punishment was over making you grin it is little on this is your punishment for talking to me like that come along now as you grab the back of my neck and drag me outside to the shed telling me to kneel I do and I watch you put on your gloves however my panic increases as you tell me to hold open the front of my panties and move to grab a handful of nettles I beg and plead but you just give me a stern look moments later my panties are stuffed front and back with nettles and you smile knowing the agony I'm in and say right now off to bed little one you must be tired after all your crying today smiling as you watch the horror overtake my face as I realize I'm in for a long night as I follow you inside.

[gxthicwxrm]

Without Him- m. murdock x reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Word Count: 784 (it's alittle drabble thing)

Warning: Angst, semi happy ending, cursing, cheating, mentions of She-Hulk(show and character)

Enjoy!!

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You did what?" Your anger is overflowing as your eyes glare a whole into the man in front of you. "Actually, I don't care. J-Just get out of my way." Keys in hand, you swiftly move towards the door of Matt's apartment with tears burning down your face. Quickly, the vigilante intercepts your path, arms reaching out to hold you as he pleads. 

"N-No, please. Let me explain. I-I don't know why I did it. But I promise it will never happen again. You mean the-" 

"Don't. Don't stand here and lie to me, Murdock. We both know this bullshit you're spewing wouldn't hold up in court and it ain't holding up here. Let me leave." With your hands on his chest, you push him back, failing epicly as Matt uses this opportunity to grab your hands, thumbs caressing your knucks in what once was a welcomed sign of affection is now like razors dragging across your skin. 

"Please! Please don't leave. It'll never happen, I swear to God. It was an accident, it didn't mean anything." Matt drops to his knees, begging with your hands in his, still. Unable to look at your lover before you,, your eyes drift to the ceiling as the neon lights slowly paint the room in different colors. You couldn't let yourself fall into this trap. He made his choice, now you have to make yours. But can you make it?

"It meant enough for you to go back to L.A. to fuck her again. At least when she found out about us, she had the decency to tell me about you two, something that you couldn't do." Anger dries your tears with the flame that erupted in you as everything crashes into place around you, making your decision perfectly clear.

"I can change. I love you! I don't care about her. It'll never happen again, just let me prove it to you. Please, give me a second chance, please. I don't want to lose you." Tears stain his owe cheeks as he faces your direction. A smile breaks out across your face as a laugh erupts from your throat, loud and hysterical. Fear settled in Matt's heart as he watched the girl he loved, the girl he fought so hard for, shatter because of him.  

"It's so funny, Matt. You spend so much time trying to save everyone around you. Frank, Claire, Karen. Foggy, Hell's Kitchen. But you couldn't even save your own relationship. You couldn't save us. And it was never Fisk or his little copycat. It was never The Hand or Elektra or any of the other criminals you swore would harm us. It was YOU! The great hero, Daredevil." Shaking your head, you refuse to let the tears welling in your eyes fall. 

"Y/N, I love you. I'm so s-"

"No. I'm tired of your excuses. You don't get to lie about a "work trip" for a case and spend the whole time fucking She-Hulk. You can't even tell me why. What did I do wrong? Why did you have to do this to us? Fuck you! Fuck you!" Sobs crash through your body like a tsunami that leaves you broken and wanting to run. 

"Please-" Matt moved to hold you, but you flinched away, scared if he touched you that you'd fall into him and stay. You can't do that, not after this. Not now.

"We are done. I am leaving. Karen and Foggy will come by to get the rest of my things." Stunned, you dodge him making your way to the door. Before leaving, you look back at him now standing and crying coming toward you but stops when he sees calmness coming from you. 

"I hope you can save yourself, Matt. I really do. For your son's sake." With your one hand on the cool metal of the door knob and the other against your stomach. The last bit of Matthew Murdock was his shocked expression as you shut the door, stepping into the hallway. 

"You told him?" Karen asks as soon as you get into the car. Tears still flowing, you nod. Staring straight ahead she nods before pulling off towards your doctor's office. 

"Well, let's go see how healthy this little booger is." Karen giggles while doing a little wiggle dance. A smile cracks across your face as you watch your best friend be ecstatic to be an Aunt.

Maybe you can do this on your own. Maybe you can be okay without him.

Part Two

[justagayperson-2024]

Sub!Luna Lovegood x Dom!Reader

~Luna and the reader sneak off to have some fun in the halls~ GN!Reader

Luna was always thought to be such an innocent, quiet, timid ravenclaw student but I knew she was anything but that behind closed doors. Luna was a kinky little thing and she never failed to make me fall in love with her kinky side more and more every day. Today was no different, she dragged me by the hand and brought me to a secluded part of the castle. "Y/n, please...need you so bad." Luna moaned pulling me into a heated kiss. I laughed softly and gripped her ass giving her a hard squeeze. "Darling we have Potions class right now we are already late." I protested half heartily not wanting this to end. Luna groaned and pouted at me, "But Y/n please, I am horny and I can't sit through another lesson with you next to me with no release please!" She begged and cried, looking up at me through her damp eyelashes. She was crying and begging for me. "Oh, my sweet angel are you that horny?" I asked as I slid my hands up her thighs. She nodded and a tear rolled down her flushed cheek. "Please Daddy I promise I will behave and I won't ask for anything else all day," Luna pleaded. "We're going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?" I asked knowing she could care less if we got caught. Luna whined and moved my hand to her soaking cunt, "Y/n. I don't care. Please do something!" She half yelled/moaned. I sunk to my knees and pushed her hips against the wall. "You have to be quiet okay my dove?" I asked Luna looking up at her as I pulled her pink panties down. She nodded quickly and her breath became heavy as I moved her skirt up. "Hold," I ordered her and she quickly complied. Her soaked cunt was glistening even with there being next to no light. I groaned at the sight and licked a long strip up her cunt slowly, sucking gently when I got to her clit. "Fuck Y/n!" Luna moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. I softly bit her inner thigh causing her to jump slightly. "I told you to be quiet honey, I know I'm good but you need to be quieter," I said kissing where I bit. Luna nodded and bit her lip to stay quiet. I began working on her cunt again ravenously eating her out against the old stone wall. I paid special attention to her swollen clit, gently sucking and biting causing her jolts of pleasure to run through her body. I darted my tongue inside her lapping up all her juices as she tried her hardest to keep quiet for me. "Y/n you're so good oh my!" Luna moaned, her hand flying to my hair massaging it gently. I lifted her leg over my shoulder and darted my tongue faster in and out of her sweet entrance. Her grip on my hair tighten and she pushed me deeper into her cunt. "Fuck I-I feel so good fuck Y/n so good!" Luna kept moaning my praises as I worked her closer to her release. My nose nudged her clit gently causing her to thrust into my face, "Y/n oh god don't stop so close!" I repeated the motion again and again she grinded into my face. Her legs began to shake and her breath became heavy and erratic. "I-Fuck gonna cum Y/n gonna cum on your face!" I nodded and kept going encouraging her to cum. Her body shook as she came on my face hard, I felt her juices leak from my face as I lapped up as much of her as I could. I moved slowly away and stood up towering over her slightly. Luna's legs were like jelly and she fell into my chest trying to catch her breath. "That was so fucking good baby," Luna said praising me. My chest swelled with pride and I held her against me trying to fight off my blush. "I am glad I satisfied you, my angel," I spoke softly petting her dishevelled hair. "Now let's go to the dorm room and get some rest yeah?" I asked her once again already knowing her answer. Luna nodded against me and moaned softly as she walked next to me. 

[sengardet]

Lyria's Gift #1 Valyra

Using a knight's chest and still-beating heart to warm her hands - there was a delicious perversity to it.

As Lyria, a stocky redheaded nomad, returned from her daily hunt empty-handed, she noticed a slender platinum-blonde woman in elegant garb rummaging through her belongings. The intruder's fine regal attire and lightly armored gloves stood in stark contrast to the rustic surroundings of her campsite.

Lyria, approached cautiously, her hand instinctively gripping the handle of her axe. The tall and lithe blonde woman turned to face Lyria, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, the infamous Lyria Elisdor. I was searching for you."

She drew her sword, the blade gleaming in the fading light. "I am Valyra Rosewell The Third, a knight of the Northern Kingdom, and I'm here to claim your head."

Lyria readied her battle axe, brandishing a smile. “Alright, princess, Take it.”

Valyra launched forward, her sword slicing through the air. Lyria parried the blow with her axe, the clang of metal against metal ringing out across the campsite.

Lyria scoffed. "Another knight seeking glory, maybe gold?."

Valyra's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on her sword. "I assure you, it is the honor of my kingdom I seek."

Despite the knight's agility and apparent skill with her blade, Lyria's formidable stature and strength proved to be a match for her. With a powerful counter, Lyria knocked the sword from the blonde's hand, sending it clattering in the distance.

Seizing the opportunity, Lyria tackled the woman as she ran for her blade, pinning her to the snow-covered ground while it was just out of reach.

Reaching for the rope she kept to drag prey, Lyria bound the woman's wrists together, rendering her helpless.

"Please, no... I beg you! Allow me my sword, that was a clumsy slip!" the woman gasped.

Lyria flashed a cold smile. "You should have thought about that before you tried to kill me." She ran rope across the woman’s mouth, silencing her protests to muffled gurgles.  

With the woman secured, Lyria sat back, catching her breath. Tears welled in the distraught eyes of her captive, a mistake costing both life and honor as she accepts her looming death at Lyria’s hands.

Lyria carried the flailing woman into her tent and laid her down roughly on the dirt floor. Confusion filled those large frosty blue eyes before they landed on the hunting knife in Lyria’s hand, its blade glinting in the dim firelight.

The helpless woman whimpered and pleaded weakly, terror consuming her delicate features. Lyria ignored her pitiful display while pinning her in place with a knee on her heaving chest.

She carefully and silently sliced the woman's upper belly, a stream of blood welled up and pooled in Valyria’s abdomen. The woman let out an agonized moan as the blade slowly pushed inward, certain of her impending end as Lyria seemed to take joy in such a lengthy execution.

…But Lyria had different plans.

The woman's body heat called to her, a furnace in this frozen wasteland. She slid the blade out and plunged her numb, icy hands into the gaping wound. Exquisite warmth engulfed her fingers as she probed the slick, pulsating organs, siphoning precious heat. Valyra’s muffled voice cried out in deep discomfort.

Lyria gasped as her hand saught deeper into Valyra's torso, pushing through the woman's innards. The knight's liver and stomach squelched and shifted beneath her touch, making way for the intruding digits that probed mercilessly into her core.

"What’s wrong, little princess? You’re alive, aren’t you?" Lyria smiled. "Your insides feel divine. As you see, there’s nothing to start a fire with out here, so warmth is hard to come by."

Lyria felt around for the cut she made in Valyra's diaphragm stretch and then pushed her wrists through with a wet pop. The knight jerked and choked out a gurgling cry, back arching as Lyria's arm sank into her chest cavity.

"Shh, shh..." Lyria hushed, curling her fingers around the thundering heart, groaning in relief. It quivered like a frightened animal against her cold intruding palms, fluttering desperately in the shock of her grip.

Concern filled Lyria’s eyes and she gently compressed and massaged the organ to settle its pace, like a bellows stoking a flame, coaxing it to keep pumping, to provide her with its feverish heat. Its panicked rhythm reverberated through her arms as every inch of the woman’s insides pulsed with its tempo.

The woman shuddered and whimpered, nerves alight with agony and inner disturbance.

Valyra's ribs creaked and flexed around the impaling limbs, violated body squeezing its soft vital organs around the invading arms in feeble protest. Her shuddering lungs enveloped Lyria's hand in their warm, spongy embrace, compressing with each labored breath. The knight's body was powerless to stop it, to do anything but elicit an amused, perversely adoring grin across the redhead’s lips.

"That's it," Lyria whispered. "Good girl. Keep your precious little heart beating for me, nice and strong." Conquering the threat of her feeble companion's death, Lyria sat in perverse comfort as she passively extracted warmth from the knight's delicate core. She was finally able to appreciate the magnificent firmness and vigor of the organ. For such a slight woman, the knight had a surprisingly hefty and powerful heart, no doubt forged by years of rigorous training and battle. Its angry protests kicking into her with every contraction, even as the rest of Valyra's body lay helpless and defeated.

Valyra silently prayed for the blissful release of unconsciousness, to be freed from the violation and humiliation of those cruel hands playing with her very core…But her heart, her treacherous, resilient heart, refused to still, no matter how much its rhythm stuttered and strained. It labored on under Lyria's ruthless manipulations, condemning her to endure every disgraceful second of this nightmare.

[madrone33]

Some of my fav lines/melodies in EPIC The Musical.

(In no particular order. Also this is not a completely list, just the ones I'm thinking of currently. Also also it's 1:30 am so soz if there's spelling mistakes :D)

*gentle, concern* (Po-li-tes! Po-li-tes!) What keeps you up so late at night, myyy friend?

(Aphro-diii-te~) *disinterest, sneer* Your little high and miiighty~ Odysseus.

*soft, longing, adoring* She's my everything... My... Pe-ne-lo-pe...

*absolutely done with this shit, passive agressive to the max* Everybody listen closely. See how this bag is closed: that's how it's supposed to be.

*so bored, plaintive* It's just me, myself and I. STUCK IN MY BEDROOM-

*disdain, pissed* You are the worst kind of good, 'cause you're NOT. EVEN. GREAT!

*mocking, amused* Tell me. Odysseus~

*smooth temptation, sly* Here in the root of this flower there lies such a power to take her onnnn... You must consume and digest it then you'll manifest a BEING of your cre-a-tion!

*scorn, dark rage, snarl* You don't think I know my own palace? I BUILT IT!

*mocking smile* En-lighten me... King of Ith-a-ca.

*grinning, excited, pshh* Nah! Don't be modest! I know you're a goddess! So let's be honest- You are ATHENA!! (Athena!) Badass in the arena! Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best stra-ta-gies we've seen!

*smooth, persuasive, cunning* Have a drink! One sip and you'll un-der-stand- the power that's in your hands! A wine so fresh, you'd never wanna eat hu-man flesh a-gain!

*grim, fierce* And if we're defeated they're good as dead! Straight ahead! That is who we're fighting. (PO-LY-PHE-MUS!)

*damning, cold* This-is-the-son-of-none-o-ther-than Troy's very own Prince. Hec-tor.

*rage, bitter, snarl* The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them. Re-member us! Re-member ME.

*proud, dark, spite* I'm the reigning King of Ithaca! (electric guitar goes hard!!!)

*tired, disappointed, cynical* That's what we'd get with o-pen arms.

*determined, upbeat* ... Lotus eaters~ [Dies Irae forshadowing RIP]

*aching, exhausted, longing* Who longs to see his wife. I long to see my fa-mi-ly! I long to see Peneeelope!

*exhaused, hopeful, adoring* and I'm getting closer to youuu! (Pene-lo-pe...) I can't wait to make some new me-mor-ies! (Tele-ma-chus...) Time for me to be the father I never was!

*dark promise, intent, soft* ... Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die. Get in the water.

*awe, gentle, hopeful* Twenty years we've wandered, but today you're not alooone... MY SON I'M FINALLY HOME! [Crying]

*smirk, condescending, challenging* FIGHT, LITTLE WOLF, FIGHT! Wanna entertain me?

*bitter, spite, hurt* This way! You get what'chu waaanted. This way! You can save. Your. Time! Thiiis way. You close the door, and have your damn GOOD-BYE!

*impatient, clever, smug smirk* I-al-ready-know-your-tac- tics! When-you-swallow-you-a- ttack with.

*cold, malicious* Forty-three left, under your command.

*darkly amused smirk, sly* No I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer. No I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah!

*smooth, charming, faux deferent* Lllady of the Paaalace! Sorry that I aaask this, but I hope that I've been mis-in-formed.

*pleading, tired, entreating* So I beg you, Circe. Graaant us mercy. And let us puppets, leaaave...

*triumphant?* Or maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer... MO-O-O-O-RE! (No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer! No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer, oh!)

*desperate, dark, dread* What if I'm the- (MON-STERRR!) Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves... (MON-STERRR!)

*depair, gritted teeth* When does the rea-son become the bl-ame?

*desperate, despair, begging* I'd rather bleed for ya! I'm on my knees for ya! I'm begging please! (Oh, this is the will of the GODS!) ... Please, don't make me do this! Don't make me do this!

*snarling roar, bitter fury* GIVE UP YOUR HONOUR AND FAIIITH!

*warm, light, earnest* And so I think mayyy-be! If liiife didn't go as planned. Mayyy-be! You miiight wanna lend a hand! I don't think he'll miiind! If not his friend, then miiine!

*amused, mocking* To untie apprehensions, that were placed on that Greeeek?

*dry, tired, sceptical* If your plan's so great, then why'd you waiiit to say it? *pause, smirk* Well it's a li-ttle bit ✨DANGEROUS✨ my friend!

*delight, dark, snarl* There you are. Coward.

*desperate hope* Ohhh, could it be! Some kiiind of sign! That MY world IS all A-bout TO change?

*adoring, awe* Peneee-lo-peeee! Oh, how I missed you, my darling, my love!

*hurting, confused, scared* This re-sentment brims with pain! Someone tell me whyyy! Instead of strength, I've oceans in my eyes...

*fucking done, incredulous, distrusting* Is this some kind of trick? Pretending I can go? Because if so you're sick. My heart's already bro-ken. I'm tired of this! And I've run out of sym-pathy.

*intone, dismissive, harsh* If no-body hurts you, be SILENT! (Ody motif, he's deffo smirking here)

*smitten, adoring* 'Cause in my DAR-kest dayyys! Penelope's my driiive!

*tired, hesitant, quiet* ... Greet the world with o-pen arms...

*soft, warm* I only took the blow so you could live! WHOA!!

*bombastic* (HERA!!) Soooo many heroes! Soooo many taaales! Give me one good rea-son! Why yours should prevaaail!

*feral grin, challenge, declare* So ohhh BRING it on! I'm not dying here, I'm still fighting here!

*longing, loving, promise* Pe-ne-lopeee... Pe-ne-lopeee... And Tele-ma-chus! I fight for us! I fight for uuus!

*proud* And all he ever lived was the life of a legend! A life that was EPIC.

AHHHHHH I love it all so much!!!!

[haihaihaitani]

Habit of Breaking My Heart ~ *Kazutora Hanemiya*

Summary: He's alway breaking your heart, even though you still love him. You decide you can't take it anymore, which just breaks your heart even more...

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1216

Warning: crying, potential break up, hurt to comfort

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel​

Kazutora had this horrible habit of breaking your heart. 

Every time you would go over to see him, he would ignore you and tell you to leave almost immediately. He wouldn’t even look you in the eye anymore. And as much as it hurt, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He was too important to you, even if he couldn’t see it for himself.

“You’re back.” Chifuyu said, surprised to see you back at the apartment he shared with Kazutora and Keisuke.

You nodded. “I am. But I can’t stay for long.”

“Kazutora’s not here.” Keisuke added as he saw you, earning an elbow in the ribs from Chifuyu.

Your breath hitched, but you acted like it didn’t as you nodded again. “That’s fine. Can I still talk to the two of you?”

Chifuyu nodded and led you to the couch. “That's fine. You look like you have something you want to talk about anyways.”

As Keisuke and Chifuyu sat, you continued to stand, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You really didn't want to have this conversation with your friends. But it needed to be done.

Keisuke gave you an encouraging smile. “So what brings you back here, huh? Here to plead for Toma to return your love?”

"Kei, I swear." Chifuyu snapped through gritted teeth. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't an apology, I will kick you out of here so fast. Don't think I'm bluffing."

"Sorry, Y/n."

You gave him a sad smile. You'd normally punch him in the shoulder for saying something so nasty, but you were already depressed from the message you were about to give them. His teasing couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting.

“I’m moving away. You will never see me again.”

Keisuke's small pout from being berated by Chifuyu was replaced with shock. “Really? Why? Where are you going? Why can't we see you anymore?”

"Y/n, please, tell us this isn't true!" Chifuyu added.

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact. “It's true. I wouldn't lie about something like this. Besides, I can’t stay here anymore. Where my place in the world is, I don’t know. But I’ll find it, I’m sure.”

"Please don't go!" Keisuke begged, dropping to his knees in front of you and shaking his clasped hands in front of you. "I thought we were your friends!"

"You are my friends!" You assured him. "It's just, I really can't stay here. There's no place for me here anymore. I need to forge a new path on my own."

"This doesn't have anything to do with the other roommate, does it?" Chifuyu asked carefully.

Your breath hitched again and tears pricked your eyes. But you wouldn't cry. You refused to cry over him again.

"It's better this way." You tried to explain. "I need to start over, on my own. I need to be away from any reminder of my past. I'm truly sorry."

“YOU’RE MOVING?!”

The shout coming from the bedrooms in the back of the apartment made you gasp. You then whirled around to Keisuke. "You said Kazutora wasn’t here!”

He bit his lip and looked away. “I lied. Besides, it’s not like he wanted to see you anyways.”

Chifuyu pursed his lips before saying, “You both have a lot to talk about. We’ll leave you alone. Come on, Keisuke.”

“But but but!” He whined.

“Now!”

“Fine. Don’t break anything.”

As they left, Kazutora grabbed you by the shoulders tightly. You swallowed your cry and kept your gaze anywhere but his face. “Why are you moving? Why are you leaving everything from your past behind? Why are you leaving ME behind?”

“I can’t stay where I’m not wanted.” You tried to explain, but he wasn’t listening.

“You’re so selfish! You’re turning your back on your family and your friends! You’re the worst kind of person I’ve ever met!” He spat with such venom, the tears began to roll down your cheeks.

“I’m selfish?” You shot back, as the tears finally started to fall. Though you wanted to stop, reign your emotions back in, you knew you couldn't. He finally needed to hear everything you've been bottling in ever since he decided to abandon you. “Kazutora, you are the one who can’t even look me in the eye because I remind you of your past! I know you’ll never admit it, but you believe I’m one of the reasons for all of the troubles in your past with Mikey and that gang. You blame everyone for what happened back then, not realizing you're pushing people away in the process. You’re destroying yourself over something no one could control. I hate watching you do this to yourself. So I’m leaving, because I can’t do this anymore.”

There was a long pause and Kazutora’s harsh, bruising grip on your shoulders loosened. However he didn’t let you go. You understood why. Deep down, you always knew that he felt the same way you did and that if he let you go, you would slip away from him forever. So you didn’t move. You couldn’t, because you didn’t want to slip away either.

“I-” His voice was strangled, as if he was trying not to cry. “I don’t know what to say.”

You nodded, your heart heavy in your chest. “I understand. I’ll go now.”

“No.”

The sureness in his voice made you freeze. You finally looked at Kazutora to see him looking at the ground. Angry tears were flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor, but he looked so determined and focused. When he looked at you, he sniffed before continuing.

“I can’t let you leave. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice shook but he pressed on. “I have been the worst person to you because I couldn’t accept how things ended back then with the gang. I still can’t, but I know now that it is not your fault. I cannot promise to be perfect, but I can say that I will strive to do better, for you. You’re the most important thing in my life right now and I can’t lose you too. So please, I beg of you, don’t leave me.”

Now it was your turn not to know what to say. Everything you’ve wanted to hear from him just tumbled out of his mouth. And despite his words, you did have a choice. You could go and leave him behind, keeping the two of you broken for the rest of your lives. Or you could stay and try to repair the broken bond between you.

The choice was clear.

With tears in your eyes, you held him close and pressed your face into the crook of his neck. “I can’t leave you. I didn’t want to in the first place. I just couldn’t live with seeing you so broken. I can’t break you anymore than you are. My heart won’t let me.”

He held you equally as tight and you could feel his tears. “I promise not to hurt you anymore than I already have. I promise to try and do better. We’ll get through this together, somehow. I know now you’re what I need to get through this. I need no one else but you.”

“I love you Kazutora.”

“I love you, too.”

[sweet-lost-husbands]

Seek Forgiveness

Prompt from @marchtothefuckingsea: you all like the trope of character being so delirious from their injuries that they don't realize someone on their team trying to help them, so they fight back, but I offer you: Character, delirious, weakly fighting someone trying to help them, but they finally recognize who it is and they fight even harder.

Hurt/Comfort

I absolutely loved writing this! Hopefully you enjoy reading this, please feel free to give any advice as well.

Word count: 3k on the dot 🫠🫠

Summary: Reader gets hurt on a hunt and she is forced to rely on someone who has hurt her in the past, to save her life.

Warnings: Serious injury, blood, broken bones, extreme gore, restraints, potions, accidental torture?? but only to save her. Reader is scared of Castiel.

No usage of y/n.

Italics are the character's thoughts

It was a simple mistake- and yet an unforgivable one. That was the irony to it. 

I limp forward, slowly catching my breath as I walk. I hold my cold hand against my abdomen, Warm blood leaking through the gaps in my fingers and the fabric of my clothes, coating my body like a blanket as gravity beckons it down. I know I needed to put more pressure, but I can’t bring myself to do it. 

I take another sharp painful step, when something crashes into my side, and I'm thrown to the unforgiving floor. I hear the snaps before I feel the hot pain that explodes in my ribs. My lungs gasp for a single breath of air but it seems to fall short.  

I have been in this situation once before; it gives me back memories I try deeply to forget.  

Then something is on me, clawing at my flesh. I recognise that smell anywhere, the blood thirst- the unholiness. A vamp. 

I fumble with the machete, begging my numb fingers to work. My heart pounds in my chest and ricochets of skull, so loud that I plead for moment of silence. 

My fingers grip around the handle and gain just enough leverage to sever its head with one flick of the wrist.  

I collapse backwards, coughing and spluttering as the world spins and blurs. An all too familiar metallic taste erodes my mouth. All my limbs ache with exhaustion. My eyelids feel heavy, and my mind begins to drift into unknown places. 

I almost reach the blissful darkness when an agonising burst of pain brings me back. I scream, thrashing against the sudden pressure on my abdomen. My muscles tense and I arch upward, whimpering as the force increases.  

Take it away take it away takeitaway 

Water brims in my eyes; I twist my hands up and latch around the unknown arm, in a weak attempt to pry it off. My vision smudges and I can't see their face. They take the moment to increase the pressure even more, so that now I'm sure they are pushing their whole weight against it. I let out a strangled cry and can’t stop from writhing beneath them. 

Stop it, pleaseee 

“Shhhh, I know it hurts.”  

I barely make out the words because they are clouded by a layer of fog. Briefly, a feeling of warmth floats over my forehead, then disappears again, followed by some faint muttering.  

“Leave. Me. The. Hell. Alone.” I pant, continuing to push at his arms, anything to get away. When all fails, I start to turn in on myself, but he manages to keep me in place.  

Please 

“Hey, easy, easy, don’t move!” 

I can’t.  

One hand continues to put too much pressure on the wound while the other starts skimming over my skin, looking for injuries before coming to rest on my shoulder. 

“Oh god, your cold. We have to get you out of here.”  

Before I can protest, he pulls me into sitting and drapes my arm over his shoulder to support my weight. I let out a weak sob at the movement, doing what little I can to resist. A moment later, I am hoisted up. 

It starts with a few steps, but my side screams at me, and I try to double over and lay back on the ground.  

“Crap.” I hear him say, as he repositions my arm to keep me standing.  

He reaches under my knees and across my back and pulls me into his chest. I weakly shove at it, squirming from the shift in my ribs. 

No no no no 

“I know, I know.” He says something more, but I don’t mange to make it out. 

The next few minutes go by slowly. Each step moves me, and I can't do anything to stop it. At some point my eyes flutter shut. Yes, darkness. But a sharp pain blossoms as he purposely jolts me awake.  

I gasp, once again trying to free myself but he only tightens his grip.  

“Stay with me. Don’t you dare close your eyes.” 

“No....” 

“Yes.” His voice is firm like an order. “Yes, and if you don’t, then I'm going to have to force you back again. And you don’t want that do you?” 

“No.” 

“Good.” 

Eventually I feel him ease his arms that secure me and delicately place me down on something soft. Hopefully a bed but I'm too tired to care. Where am I? 

Hands glide over my face and cup it. I try to wave them away, but they don’t budge. A blurry figure is pulled into my eyesight and just for a second, I am able to focus enough to recognise the face. Cas. 

Damn it, I should have realised earlier. Not him. Anyone but him. He’s going to hurt me again. 

Suddenly I pull every tendril of remaining energy from my body to fight his grasp and propel myself away. The cool floor meets my face and I scramble weakly along it. Whimpering and curling up in a ball, tears adding to the already blood-soaked floor as my limbs finally give out. I’m aware that I'm shivering but its only when I look ahead and see a mirror, do I realise how pale I actually am. 

A finger taps my shoulder, and I can sense his presence next to me. 

Please don’t hurt me 

“Go away!” My voice strains. 

“You know I can’t do that.” He brushes a stray strand of hair from my face and forces our eyes to meet. It almost catches me off guard; I see something there that I have never seen before. Pleading. 

Why? 

“Don’t you dare.” I whisper but he ignores me and tries to slide his fingers to the hem of my shirt. I bat his hands away once more. 

“Stop fighting me!” His head is tilted in pure concern. 

Why does he care, why is he different? 

I start to mumble a response, but a coughing fit quickly wracks my torso. Cas acts quickly, bringing my head up to rest on his lap until it subsides. From there, he lifts me onto the bed and lays me out flat, which I instinctively start to curl.  

“I can’t heal you but let me help.” 

“No, g’t aw’y fr’m me. Anyth’ng b’t your help.” I slur. 

“Okay.” His voice is laced with remorse and heartbreak. “Then you leave me no choice.” 

First, he grasps my arm and gently tugs it away from me, securing it with rope; the next is my other hand and then both my legs, until I am fully outstretched. I almost can’t stand it; the pain intensifies. I feebly yank on the restraints, trying to get free myself, but they are unyielding.  

I only notice that Cas had left the room when he returns, holding a med kit. He sets it down on the bed-side table and starts taking things out and positioning them in a certain way. “I’m sorry but I’ve already caused you enough pain and if you die and I had a chance to save you......” He trails off. “I won't be able to forgive myself.”  

He pauses, taking out a wad of gauze and a bottle of alcohol.  

In the haze, I almost miss the stray tear making its way down his cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“You d’d.” I rasp, narrowing my vision on what he is doing, with an expression of horror on my face. Don’t put me through more pain, just let me go, why can't he let me go? Surely, he can see that I don’t want this. Surely.  

I pull at the restraints again. 

“I know.” He purposely hides his face so I can’t see the sadness in his eyes, “And yes, while it may have been true that I was under a spell and couldn’t help it; I am sorry. I will do anything to make up to you, but first let me help.” 

Nothing manages to leave my throat as he turns back to me. Was that true? Was it not his fault? I feel the blood drain from my face. Last time he had tortured me and left me for dead, I was lucky that Dean made it to me in time. After that I became a hunter to stop things like what happened to me. But maybe Cas wasn’t a monster- not anymore. 

“Stay still.” He says and gives me a sad smile; like he hates what he is about to do. I feel his gentle fingers at the hem of my crimson-soaked shirt, and he carefully lifts it up. 

He grabs a few things. “This will hurt...... I am truly sorry.” 

There is a slap of elastic gloves being put on and then he nears. I feel as he places one hand a couple of inches above the wound, which I realise is to keep me in place.  

The moment the alcohol-soaked gauze skims over my tender skin, I screech, lashing out, fighting the rope bound around me. It burns like my whole abdomen is lit aflame. 

Can’t get free can’t get free cantgetfree 

My body trembles as Castiel begins to push it in further to clean it. I struggle against him, pushing back into the bed as much as I can, but it doesn’t help. Nothing stops him from taking his time to thoroughly sterilise it. I jerk at every movement of the gauze- back and forth, pushing in the skin, not failing to get right into the corner. Each inch forcing it way through my tender flesh. I cry from the pain, still tugging at the restraints and recoiling against Cas’s hands, completely helpless to free myself. 

“Easy, easy, almost done.” He says as he wipes the wound one last time and pulls away. 

Sweat trickles down my forehead and I visually relax, panting. 

“I’m sorry but that had to be done.” He says over his shoulder as he fiddles with something else in the med kit. “Dean and Sam will be here by tomorrow evening, but you’ll bleed out long before they get here; I'm going to have to stitch it.” 

“Nooooo pleaseeee.” I whine. 

He lays a comforting hand on my shoulder and starts rubbing soothing circles. “Trust me, I don’t want to do this either. I would give anything not to have to hurt you again.” The way his words quiver like there is a lump in his throat, sells the line. 

He waits a little longer and then lets my shoulder go and brings the needle and thread to the bed-side table. 

“C-cold.” I stutter. 

“I’ll get you a blanket once this is done.” 

Castiel places the same hand on my chest again but this time, he applies a little more pressure. “Don’t move if you can help it, it could cause me to stitch all wonky. I know this isn’t ideal, but we can’t waste any more time. Please forgive me.” 

I flinch the first time the needle pricks my pale skin, then still. I stifle my groan which soon turns into a quiet sob as he continues relentlessly. I am barely aware of him muttering hush apologies to me at every groan, cry and beg. 

The pain expands though my side with each new stitch, constantly lingering. I try to focus on the ceiling, but it doesn’t distract much, since there is no way to not feel the movement of the needle. God I hate needles. 

"Stop tensing the area I'm trying to stitch." Cas orders and clamps his hand down a little more. 

“Yeah, well if you, AAGH.” He hits the spot which is the deepest and it causes me to jump. 

“I told you to stop moving!” 

I nod and clench my hands until the knuckles are white, to stop myself from wriggling. 

“You know,” He starts his next stitch and pinches the skin together, ignoring my wince. “You are quite remarkable; a thousand others would’ve passed out long before this step.” He threads it through and ties it.  

My skin is so tight around the wound, and it feels like a white-hot sting that won’t go away.  

“Holy Shit!” I swear, as a sudden burning rushes through the wound. He puts the alcohol on the table and gives be an apologetic smile. "You could have warned for that." 

He shrugs. "Sam says it’s better without a warning."  

I whimper as he places a large bandage over the top and starts clearing everything away. 

“It’s done for the time being.” He comforts, and lightly kisses me on the forehead. “You can sleep now.” 

I feel my head finally lull to the side and I allow myself to drift off. 

~ 

When I open my eyes, my head throbs and the world spins. I see Cas and for an instant my mind takes me right back to when he was a monster, and I bolt up. 

He rushes to my side and to pushes me down with his angel strength. 

“Hey, hey, it’s just me. Slow down.” 

I relax in his arms once I realise.  

“There.” He soothes, shifting so that I am lying flat, but his voice soon turns serious. “Stunts like that could tear your stitches.” He peels the bandage back and takes a look. “But thankfully it hasn’t.” 

He pulls the blanket back over me and carefully holds a glass of water to my lips. “Slow.” He says and tilts it a little. 

I hadn’t realised how thirsty I was and start to lap it up. He pulls away and I chase after it, but he continues to hold my clamp down on my shoulder with one hand. 

“Slow.” He repeats and brings the cup back. I do what as he says until it's gone. 

I wiggle my feet enough to find that he must have taken the restraints off while I was out. 

He takes a seat next to the bed and squeezes my hand. It's so warm. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like I've been stabbed.” 

Cas smiles. “How do you really feel?” 

I sigh. “Tired, everything hurts.” 

“I’d assume that’s normal considering what you’ve been through.” He tilts his head towards my ribs. “When you're ready, I need to take a look, okay?” 

I swallow thickly. “Okay.” I chastise myself at how the words break in my throat, I know he's only trying to help. 

A shudder escapes my lips as Cas’s warm fingers skim over my ribs. I hold back a choked cry as he presses into them, testing the bones. By the time he finishes, I am as far away from him as the bed allows. 

“A couple are broken; I'll go get you an icepack.” 

When he re-enters and positions the icepack over my sides, his face has saddened like he isn’t telling me something. 

“What is it?” I ask. 

He doesn’t hold back. “There’s been a slight delay with Sam and Dean, they won’t be here for a few more days. We are in a small cabin out in the woods, it's not safe here. The vampire's that did this to you could be back with the rest of the nest.” 

“Oh.” I manage to say. 

He wipes a finger over my face to stop the tears. “We need to leave but we can’t do that with the condition you're in now. And I can’t heal you because they used a blade warded against angels.” 

“So, what do we do?” I take his hand and intertwine our fingers. 

“You know I don’t want to put you in more pain than I have to.” I can feel him shaking now; he's scared. 

“Cas.” My tone is slightly louder than I wanted. 

There's a pause. He readjusts his trench coat like its uncomfortable. “There may be a healing spell that could help but I'm told that the procedure will be...... unpleasant, to say the least.”  

His whole face screams regret but I surprise him with my answer. “Do it.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah..... I trust you.” 

~ 

“Okay.” Cas says, more to himself than me. He places the neon purple potion on the table and undoes his belt. “Open,” he commands, “It should help with the pain.” 

I reluctantly take in the leather and bite down. 

“I have to restrain you now. If you mess with the potion even a little, it could prove faulty and there is no way in hell, I'm putting you through this twice.” 

I give a slight nod and he starts tying my limbs with rope. I get more scared by the second, I can already hear the rhythmic beat of my heart. This time he also adds some rope over my thighs and chest so I can move even less than before. 

Once he’s finished, he fetches the potion and hovers over me. 

“If you have somewhere you find soothing, go there in your mind.” 

Then he begins, first removing the bandage to expose the wound then pours it in. 

A blazing burst of pain explodes through my body, everything feels like it's on fire. Then his hands are on me, rubbing it as deep into the wound as possible while I strain and fight to get away from the hands that are hurting me. He manages to shove it through the gaps in the stitches so it can travel deeper. I scream and cry around the belt, every muscle tensed so much that it cramps. I can feel as every rib welds itself together and every cell in the wound presses until it's all combined.  

When all the pain finally simmers, relief washes over me. Cas whispers comforting words and praise as he undoes the restraints and pulls me into a hug. I am too weak to resist the movement, but I don’t want to, its sweet and warm. He saved me. 

“You did so well,” He soothes. “I am so proud of you. Are you okay?” 

“Yes,” I answer simply, “I am now, and I forgive you.” 

[broodybuck]

The Magic Touch | Series Part 4

Series Summary: The soldier is finally free but he has one big problem, he can't finish. Until he meets a man called Steve who apparently has the magic touch.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Post-Hydra, Bucky Barnes Recovering, no refractory period

[Masterpost]

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

This is who he was before the soldier?

He doesn't even recognize himself. He's staring at his own face and he has no idea who that is.

This doesn't make any sense.

He knew Steve... Steve was his best friend? The soldier's head spins, it hurts. This is too much information, he can't process it all. But he keeps staring.

He stands in front of the display for a long time. He memorizes it, every word, then goes to the public library and reads more.

On the walk back, the soldier grows angry. How could Steve not tell him who he was? He's Bucky Barnes... who the fuck is that? More importantly, where was Steve when he was trapped with them for nearly a century?

He's furious by the time he gets back to his place, steps inside, and finds Steve sitting at the table.

The rage bubbles inside of him instantly. He slams the door shut and walks to the other side of the room.

"I hate you."

"What?" Steve leaps up from the chair looking like a heartbroken puppy.

"You lied to me."

"Buck, no—"

"You know who I am, you know me."

"I..." Steve hesitates. He's been caught red handed.

"Leave," the soldier demands.

"Bucky, please, let's talk about this," he pleads as he walks over.

The soldier throws a fist, the metal one, straight for Steve's face. Steve catches it in his hand but struggles to hold it. They're both strong from the serum but the metal is heavier than his flesh. Steve finally lets go and dodges the punch.

"Get out!" the soldier yells.

"Bucky, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was trying to take things slow."

"Slow? Fucking me five times a day taking it slow," the soldier barks back.

"I thought you wanted that — please tell me you wanted that. I would never—"

"I did. Fuck. Just get out. I hate you. I don't wanna see you ever again."

"No, Buck, please let me fix this. I can—"

"Get out!"

He starts pushing Steve to the door, physically shoving his chest backward until they make it across the room.

"I won't leave! I can't until—"

"Where were you!" Bucky screams.

He tears his hands off Steve and turns away. His eyes sting, his throat goes dry.

"What?" Steve's voice sounds small now.

"Where fucking you? A museum said you were my best friend. And you let them..." his voice cuts off then.

He steps further away, with his back still turned toward Steve but he assumes the blond man won't let it stay that way for long.

"I... I thought you were dead. I swear, I didn't know and then when I found out, we went to save you. I would've given anything to get you out of there." Steve's voice shakes. He might be crying but the soldier refuses to turn around. "I'm sorry, Buck. I blame myself, I do. I wish it was me. I never... please, Bucky. I'm sorry, I love you so much."

The soldier turns around, his eyes wide with shock.

"What?"

Steve nods, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I've always loved you. You probably don't remember. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He falls to his knees and sobs. It surprises the soldier. He doesn't know what to do. He's never seen someone sob that wasn't begging for their life. Steve is... apologizing and confessing his love for him? The soldier is greatly confused by this.

Eventually, Steve's sobs calm down. He stares up at the soldier.

"You... love me?" the soldier repeats.

"Yes, Buck. Always have."

"And you still want me..."

Steve pushes himself up from his knees and stands.

"Of course, I always will."

The soldier's brows knit tightly together. It's hard to process. He doesn't know how to handle so many emotions. All he can think to say is something factual.

"You take care of me."

"I try," Steve says.

"I like that," the soldier admits.

It feels weak to say it out loud but it makes Steve smile.

"I want to. Would you let me keep doing that?"

The soldier presses his mouth tight, he looks at the mattress on his floor and thinks about sleeping there with Steve. Then he thinks about sleeping there without Steve. One feels much worse.

"Okay," the soldier agrees. "But on one condition."

"Anything."

"You tell me everything."

It's a lot for the soldier to process. Or maybe he should say Bucky. Since he knows who he is now.

It's odd trying to call himself by a name. He hasn't thought of himself that normally in a very long time. His name is Bucky, really James. Steve told him his entire life story. And Steve's own story.

Ends up, the reason Steve kept leaving is because he's an actual superhero. He works with a group called the Avengers to protect the world. Bucky would call it farfetched but he was a brainwashed assassin held captive for eighty years so he's not going to say that.

Steve gives him a lot of space after they talk. He tells Bucky to call him anytime.

The problem is, Bucky misses Steve the first day he's gone. He calls him later that day and lets Steve hold him for the first night. Just hold him. They eat breakfast together the next morning and more and more Bucky realizes how much he wants this. All these nice, small things. Steve's company, his care.

They're sitting in his place. Silent but together. Bucky is on the mattress, leaning against the wall while he writes in his journal. Steve is at the table reading the newspaper.

Bucky closes his journal, gets up from the mattress and walks over to him. Steve looks up, setting the paper down with a smile. Bucky kisses him right on the lips. It's the first kiss he remembers initiating in his lifetime. Steve looks surprised when they draw back.

"Can I kiss you back?" Steve asks, his voice is so hopeful.

Bucky nods and they end up making out, Bucky sitting on Steve's lap until he gets hard. The thing is, as much as Steve tries to give him space, what he doesn't know is Bucky feels like his body only just woke up a couple of weeks ago. The night Steve followed him home. And Bucky really doesn't want to give up how good his body can feel.

So they have sex. And it feels just as good as Bucky remembers. He allows Steve to make him come six times that day. Then that night, he rides him for a seventh.

When they're in bed, waiting for sleep to come, Bucky rolls over and looks at Steve.

"I forgive you," he says.

Steve blinks but doesn't say anything.

"I think you would've found me if you knew," Bucky explains.

Steve leans forward and kisses him.

"I'm still sorry," Steve whispers.

"I wanna stop talking about it now," Bucky says.

Steve nods and pulls Bucky into his chest, holding him tight. Bucky likes that the most when Steve holds him so tight it's like he's scared to let him go. Bucky falls asleep just like that.

The next morning, Bucky tries to eat eggs again and doesn't throw up. Steve celebrates like it's his fricken birthday. He hollers with his hands up, hugs Bucky, and spins him around. Bucky feels himself blush and kisses Steve on the cheek for it.

A few days later, they go out for their first meal. Bucky orders soup and breadsticks, Steve tells him to eat slowly but when they're finished, nothing comes back up. They celebrate that night on the mattress with their clothes off. That's Bucky's favorite way to celebrate things.

One morning, Steve's brushing his fingers through Bucky's hair. They're still in bed, Bucky wakes up slowly and feels Steve pepper his face with light kisses until he's fully awake.

"I was thinking," Steve says. "What if we moved into my place?"

Bucky keeps a vacant face, he's thinking. Steve knows this by now so he keeps explaining.

"Although I love what you've done with the place..." Steve jokes. Bucky can understand it's a joke now. "I have a few more things. A bed frame for one. I'm paying rent anyway and it'd be easier with all my stuff there."

Bucky looks up at the cracked ceiling above them. Feels how sheer the thin blanket is over them. Finally, he nods. Steve smiles and kisses him. Bucky gets ready for them to celebrate when Steve's phone goes off. He has to leave again. Since he's saving the world, Bucky decides it's okay.

They pack up Bucky's things, it isn't much. Steve drives them to his place. Steve drives a motorcycle. Bucky likes that because it means he has to hug Steve's body tightly the whole way.

Inside Steve's place, it's clean and spacious. The fridge is packed, there's a coffee machine and blender on the counter. In the living room, there's a couch, TV, and bookcase. Bucky instantly goes to read all the spines of every book. There are a lot of them but Steve waits until he's done. Then he leads him to the bedroom and opens two drawers in the dresser.

"You can put your stuff here or there's room in the closet," Steve tells him.

Bucky puts the few outfits he has in the drawers and hides his journals in between his shirts. He thinks he will show them to Steve one day, just not yet.

He writes a lot about Steve these days. Most pages are now full of things he likes that Steve does rather than memories or nightmares. It's nice because the pages were once full of all the awful things they did to him. He doesn't think about it as often now. Not with Steve.

There's an entire page about kissing Steve. He notes how often he's the one kissing Steve first. It doesn't sound like a big deal but it gives Bucky this great sense of freedom whenever he does it. He can choose when to show his affection, he can choose to do it whenever he wants. And it feels so good. Steve is a good kisser, he writes too... now that he knows what that means again. He really likes Steve's tongue.

Steve tells him, he'd like him to meet the team when he's ready. The idea doesn't scare Bucky. He's starting to like the idea of building a small circle of people.

He's building a new life now. He writes that in his journal and smiles. He likes how smiles feel on his face now. And he smiles a lot more these days.

Steve really likes that, he mentions it all the time. "I love when you smile. I love when you're happy."

It's cheesy but it makes Bucky smile and blush. He hasn't had much cheesiness in his life so he'll take all the sweet sappiness he can get. And Steve's good for that. It's good Steve likes his smile too because most of the time Bucky's smiling for him anyhow.

Even with all these changes, in a lot of ways Bucky's still the same. Most of the time, he's still quiet like he used to be. It still feels like the safest way when he's learning so much about the world around him, about himself.

But Steve helps him. He teaches him a lot of things. He tells him it's okay to ask questions. He tells Bucky all the time that he can share anything with him. He'd never judge him. Which is good because Bucky's been working up to say one thing and really mean it... I love you.

[hcsfff]

Scar cheerfully placed the last of his royal salary into the chests at the Entity. Those emeralds were shiny but that's all they were, emeralds. Basically trash, no one would make a war over building the tallest emerald tower. Except maybe Impulse and he was already a few screws short. Screws loose? However the saying went, it didn't matter. What mattered was buying out Grian's stock with these emeralds.

It seemed that Grian was having a hard time. When he discovered the emeralds the first time he came crying to Scar, begging him to stop him from starting a resistance. Seeing him on his knees, his hands clasped together as he pleaded over and over, well, that was something Scar liked more than he would ever admit. He killed Grian last time, but his brain flooded with even more ideas after that. He wanted Grian to come back to him with that wild desperation. It was only a matter of time. 

Was this manipulative? Perhaps. Scar had seen Joe doing the same thing, perhaps in hopes of breaking Grian and getting him to create a resistance. So this wasn't strictly necessary! Scar wasn't doing anything wrong, he was only shopping. He was an innocent bystander, really.

He went back to his base, trying to work on his redstone. Someone had suggested he build a chunk loafer to fix his sorting system. Whatever that meant. Not that he could concentrate at all, Grian kept running through his mind. In fact, he nearly missed the calls of, "Scar, Scar, Scar!" when Grian finally came running to him.

Grian nearly flew directly into him as he landed, his hair a bird's nest, his eyes wild and shaking, his feathers all puffed out. "Please Scar, you have to help me." Grian gripped his shirt, his fingers tangling and pulling the fabric taut. "I'm going to start a resistance. I can't hold back anymore."

"It's okay Grian." Scar smirked, looking upon the frantic man. "I'll help you. It seems that killing you wasn't enough to rid you of these destructive urges. I guess I'll have to take more drastic measures."

"Please." Grian begged him, pulling him in closer. "I'll do anything, just stop me."

"Anything?" Scar chuckled.

"Oh no, I have a feeling I'm going to regret-"

"No regrets, Grian. You already gave me permission." Scar boldly ripped his shirt open, buttons flying off in random directions. "Gaze upon my glorious abs and be healed!"

"Scar, I see you shirtless all the time." Grian rolled his eyes.

It seemed Grian didn't understand. Scar placed a hand on the back of Grian’s head, pushing him into his chest. "I think you need to experience the scitties up close."

"Did you name your tits?" Grian said, his voice muffled.

"Don't worry about it. Feel them, experience the wonder, let your mind be cleared of all other desires except for my chest." 

"I'm feeling something." Grian reached up towards the large expanse of flesh cushioning either side of his face. He squeezed Scar's tits. "Honk honk."

"Now you are cured!" Scar let go of Grian, although he stayed nestled between his breasts for a moment longer. 

"I guess I am." Grian pulled away, throwing his hands up into the air. "Somehow!"

"Great!" Scar pulled out his bow. "Hot guy!"

"Scar, no, no, no-!" Grian was cut off by his untimely death. Scar put his bow away. Another great job complete!

[morgansunflower]

Heal What Was Broken

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language and nudity.

Words:1437

She's the only one who can save him.

My knees desire to buckle to see him so.. Broken. He sat cross legged. Wearing sweats and a straight jacket. He was inside a large glass box. He was a danger to us, to himself and to his legacy. I had been on a league mission when my son called me. He was alive but his mind and his heart need to be heald. Jason places his open palm on my shoulder. I place my hand on his own. He's really alive.

"he needs you"

"I'll do everything I can.. It's probably best the room is cleared"

"ok" he answered.

As the room was empty I look into my husband's maddening eyes. He's still in there. He has to be. I say the spell to enter his mind. All I saw was darkness. I take steps as I hear a soft laughter. There was Bruce. He was wearing Batman uniform. He was innocently watching himself as he was younger with his parents. Though as his father said his last words the memory stopped and went back to him laughing.

"Bruce" I uttered softly.

He turns to face me looking at me like a stranger. My heart breaks. This is going to be a long process. He can't remember me. I have to be strong. I can't break down.

"who are you?... You seem very familiar.." he stared at me trying to figure out who i am.

"I am someone who loves you very much. I am here to help you remember who you are"

He looks at the memory. His voice begins to heavy and his body shakes. He tightly closes his eyes with his fist clench. My heart beating heavily for his disparity.

"No!! I can't.. I can't relive this! I WON'T!!" he refused.

"you are so strong Bruce" I touch the, Batman symbol on his uniform. My tears well up "you are more than this. You're a father, a husband and a son. You are a good man and a savior"

He looks at, me wiry his pleading blue eyes "could you?..." he stammered half-embarrassed and half-broken.

I wrap my arms around him. I didn't see with my own eyes. I hear the gunfire. He fully breaks in my arms. His knees bend from the force of his heart breaking. I held onto him for a moment.

"I know it is hard to believe, but this, will get better"

He held my hand as I guided him to his future. Alfred trying to be there for him through his pain. We went through our childhood memories. The day we met. The day he first kissed me. I began to heavily blush as he watched the first time we made beautiful and sweet love. Our break up that broke my heart. I tried so hard to keep myself together. As he saw me crying in the memory, he held my hand a little tighter. The day he came to me in near tears begging me to forgive him. The night Grayson lost his birth parents. The first time he said Dad to Bruce. The day Robin's fears came to surface from the fear toxins. Our beautiful wedding day.. Both Alfred and Clark nearly crying. The honeymoon that couldn't last long enough.

"I fell in love with you over and over again" he uttered my heart leaping.

Then he saw, his fight with Grayson. Our little bird left the nest that day. Bruce, looked down defeated as if he was ashamed. Like he failed his son. I kissed his shoulder. Then we came to the, memory of a, little boy stealing tires from the bat-mobile. Then we came to when Jason had the flu. It was the moment Jason knew we genuinely loved him as our own. The day Barbara was shot that changed her life forever. Then to the day I lost him... I utter the words to leave his mind. Bruce lays his face on my thigh. Ah thick hitch left his lips as he shakes. His breathing heavy. I use the spell to rid of the straight jacket. He quickly clung to my waist genuinely scared this moment wasn't real. I kiss his face rubbing his back. I nearly shake from the overwhelming emotions that hit me. I have him back.

"it's OK.. It's gonna be OK Bruce. I'm right here.. I'm here. You're safe now. I've got you" I assured him

My hands shaking while I rub his face. I cried and kneel down. I hold his tired face in my hands. His eyes were swelled and baggy from lack of sleep. I kiss him. He kisses me deeply wrapping his strong arm's around me. I began to heavily cry in his arms. He's back.

"I love you" he says shakily with so much rawness.

"I love you too. I was so scared Bruce" I shake, my head gently shaking him "don't you die on me again Bruce.. I can't.. Ever go through that again" I demanded squeezing him tightly.

"I won't.. You're my all" his eye's shake as his tears fall down his pale face "my beautiful wife" he kisses the palm of my hand "I am.. Thrilled.. to be back with you"

I take us to our room. I couldn't let go of Bruce. The family needed to see him but... We couldn't stop holding each other. We went into the bathroom. My husband was still quite weak. His shoulders remained slouched, his eyes were still swelled. He rest his head on my neck. I lean him against the sink. I rid him of his uniform. He moves sitting on the toilet seat. I start a warm bath for him. I gently hummed. I hear Bruce take a deep breath as he tries to stand.

"what are you thinking?" I asked softly approaching him "let me help you"

He put his arm over my shoulder as I guide him into the tub. He carefully clings to me. I lower him into the water. He rest his large arms on the rim of the tub.

"lean your head back so I can wash your hair"

He nodded taking another deep breath. He leans his head back. I take a small glass bowl and fill it with water. I then place my hand above his eyes and pour it onto his dark hair. He holds my arm I put the bowl on the floor. He began to shake as he kisses my hand. He looks at me with his heart crying out to me. He didn't have to say anything. I kiss his cheek and I raise to my feet. I began to rid of my clothes. I know how I must look much different to him, but he didn't say anything. He treated me like I'm beautiful to him. As I kiss him we, made up for lost time. Making the best love we had in such a long time. It was perfect. Moments later Bruce dressed in his sweatpants and his robe. I wore my sweatpants, t-shirt and my black robe. I held his face in my hands. He lays his forehead among my own.

"I need you to do something for me... You can't let you're pride out way how you feel. They need their father and poor Alfred hasn't been the same. They need a.. Hug Bruce"

He grunted in response kissing my hand. I knew deep down he agreed with me sometimes he just needed a little push. We depart to the family room. Alfred placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder with a tearfully and wide smile. He hugged his son. Bruce wrapped his arms around Alfred.

"you're thin. I aquire you to have a full night's rest and a early dinner.. I'll even allow some cookies"

The old man parted. Bruce had to keep from falling as Grayson nearly tackled him in a hug. Our oldest began to cry like a child, in Bruce's arms. Jason was trying so hard to keep from falling out of control of his emotions. He was so close to crying, to breaking. Bruce places his hand on Jason's shoulder. Jason shakes his head unable to withstand the emotions that were thrusting to his heart. Bruce gently pushes Jason to him. A, tear falls down Jason's face. He lays his head in Bruce's neck as if he was trying to hide. He broke in Bruce's arms. Bruce held both the boys tightly. I hear a soft cry from the nursery. Bruce's eyes went wide as he looks at me.

"that would be Damian. Must've heard his daddy and wants to meet him"

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LOTR x immortal fem reader

Please dont repost or like steal my writing because that not nice.

Also my first time writing a actual fanfix and it may or may not be horrible to read ad grammar mistakes are also my bad

Tw. Mentoins of death, Chronically ill, and memory loss

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I can barely hold onto what little life i had left, my bones were brittle and my mind was foggy.

for I am near death. 

I'm weak and sick, my death will be one more chore check off a list

i'm scared and cold and restrained with cords that keep me barely alive

I look at the ceiling, I'm thinking.. recalling my life.

my life.. was worthless... i am worthless,

 i have not a single meaning but burden 

nothing is what i am 

I want more, more than what I am! so please…

I muster the strength to speak aloud

"I beg you lord ... give me one more chance... a healthy body, one that can run, jump, climb, and do things others can do even more if possible..." my voice is soft and frail

I feel my eyes slowly close as I lay on my death bed alone. 

I thought I was ready but I'm not. I'm afraid of death.

my heart beats faster than ever before "i- i don't want to die!... Please I don't want to feel my life slip away... someone please help, I want to live!" i say in almost a shout hoping someone would hear

i rip the cords that decorate my body and slowly and painfully move off my bed

I can feel blood dripping from my nose but I keep on walking slowly. one baby step at a time 

The scrawny weak legs i have are shaking profusely and i feel as if i'm going to pass out

i open two double doors to my balcony and feel the fresh air hit my body, i sigh in relief

i haven't felt the crisp cold night air in years

my baby steps become crawls as my knees have finally given up

I think I'm ready.. i crawl using my arms and slowly and painfully move to the railing and pull myself up, my hair has become undone and flows in the fast cool wind

my eyes regester the full moon that shines so bright 

i stare at the moon for what felt like hours it probably was

i can no longer hold my body up right i'm on the floor crying waiting the sun rise

"please" i no longer know what i'm pleading for but i know that it's my last few minutes 

"someone please..." I mutter. 

my eyes are now fully closed, only black i see now. After seeing the beautiful array of colors I now see the comforting black.

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Wet grass 

I smell wet grass around me

“Wha-? Why am i wet” i sit up expecting pain but i move so fast i fall over on my face

I have to sit up wipe my face clean from earth that sits on my face

Once my eyes adjust to the light I see my hands… my hands? “OH MY GOD MY HANDS” i shout so loud birds flutter out of trees

My hands are full of life, not just some boney crusty appendage. “So pretty” I blurt aloud my mouth curls upward into a smile. 

I look around and am amazed by what I'm seeing. Not some tall metal glass buildings or loud car honks, just soft bird chirps and beautiful greenery 

My hands feel my entire body, one that's plump and squishy.

I slowly stood up and hoisted myself up on a tree so I'm not overwhelmed. I slowly walk forward and pick up pace and begin to run as fast as I can.

“Thank You!” i shout while running until i see a decently sized lake that i rush towards

My knees fall to the ground and tears are falling from my eyes

I look into the lake only to see a lively youthful  face 

“Wow, is that me?” i say so quiet i could barely hear myself

I hear soft gingles from afar and someone humming

I see a path that enters from the one side of a patch of trees to the opposite side of the lake. Very rustic i think and i stand up and walk to the rode and see a old man riding a very rickety wagon and wearing an odd looking hat

“Why hello there! Wonderful day we are having today isn't it?” the old man says 

I say nothing but look at him. He looks almost offended by my blanket stares 

“Oh sorry, hi..”

“Hi?” he looks at me with a cheerful smile 

“I'm sorry, do you know where I am right now?” i say nervously “i'm a bit lost” geez i haven't had a full conversation with someone in ages or at least someone who wasn't a doctor

“ It's quite alright, you’re in middle earth and right out the outskirts of hobbiton” he says and points to a direction down hill

“I'm heading to hobbiton right now, would you like to join me?” he says and shifts to the left to make space for me

“I've never heard of middle earth or uh hobbitson before actually” i say and begin to wonder if this is just some crazy homeless old man 

“It's pronounced hobbiton actually, are you not from around these parts?” he says questioningly

“No, I'm not from anywhere near here actually i've never seen such green grass!” I said awkwardly “hehe… okay, ill um join you to the hobbiton?” i quickly respond to his original question

“Alright hop on and stay still it's a very bumpy ride” the old man says almost laughing at my nervousness

And I'm getting on he says “Im Gandalf and you are?” 

“Oh uh i'm…” I struggle to say my own name. My name? What is my name again

My new ‘friend looks at me patently and has almost a pitiful look on his face as i struggle to remember 

“I'm sorry I don't really remember…” I said " almost ashamed “you don't remember? That alright i'll just call you Y/N” he says trying to make me feel better 

“Is that a good name for you? Or do you prefer something different?” he say as i finally hop on the waggon

“Yes i think it's a very nice name actually” i say smiling again

Gandals whips his lead and we begin to move slowly down the road. We talk about our lives although i have not much to say 

All I remember is how unhappy and miserable I was but maybe tomorrow  I'll remember who I am.