#🫀 . . the fight of your life !

[taeiun]

ᥫ᭡ ?! ┈ ⟢ THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE.

💬 ── ⟡ ── “can you maybe NOT beef with the lead singer of a band that has almost double our fan base???”

SYNOPSIS . . . choi beomgyu drove you insane. you hated him and you’re pretty sure he hated you too. but when all that stands between your group and a record deal; one that could make or break everything you’ve worked for; is him and fourteen other bands, you should’ve known it’d be a wild ride to the top. so, tell the crowd, are you truly ready for the fight of your life?

&. status ?! . . . ongoing ; very slow. // started: 02.24.2024 // ended: -

&. who ?! . . . choi beomgyu x gn!reader (ft. the rest of txt, wooyoung of ateez, dosie of purple kiss, yunjin of le sserafim, heeseung of enhypen, skz, and many more)

&. genre ?! . . . battle of the bands au, ex-friends and rivals to lovers, band!au, slow burn (?), fluff, angst, crack/humour, smau, some written

&. warnings ?! . . . swearing, mismanagement of a band by the company, mentions of alcohol + food, botb inaccuracies, scandals, suggestive humour, mentions of false past sexual activity but nothing is described, mentions of death, kys + kms jokes, and potentially more. read the specificed warnings on each chapter.

&. notes ?! . . . timestamps do not matter unless brought up by a character. partially inspired by the webtoon lost in translation. none of the events that happen reflect what the idols are like irl. my humour can be dry at times TwT.

OOO. PROLOGUE / TRAILER — (read first before the profiles)

comment below on THIS post if you’d like to be part of the taglist; asks will be deleted.

chapters and profiles are under the cut.

🪐 ┈ ⟢ PROFILES

PARAVOID aka yn and co. 2MORROW aka beomgyu and co. MISC aka everyone else mildly important

🎞️ ┈ ⟢ EPISODES

ACT I : death of a rockstar

OO1. dead band walking // half written ⟡ OO2. --

OO3. -- ⟡ OO4. --

more to be added

ACT II : stage of revenge

to be added

© taeiun 2024. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim any of my writing as yours.

special thanks to user @junjiie for being my biggest supporter and dealing with my rambles and inconsistent interactions. would’ve probably given up on this plot a long while ago if not for him

[wfuckshit42]

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[deeplovelydark]

need to tell my parents something but maybe killing myself is easier?

[visenyaism]

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🫧maidenpooled Follow

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♟️redwhine

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boots not the only thing id lick

🌸queencrowned Follow

this could literally be me and my brother if it weren't for my bitch mom trying to send me to the other side of the fucking continent

🍒saerious

GIRL STAND UP

🤎bowlofbrown

doctrine of exceptionalism meatriders when someone asks them why 75% of dragonstone is blonde and me and half of flea bottom have gleaming amethyst eyes and/or beautiful delicate cheekbones

🥀maegorwife Follow

that's different...targaryens are literally divinely ordained by the seven to rule because they're stronger and better than us...that's why they have the dragons it is in their sanctified valyrian blood

🩸knifeinthedark

SO TRUE...THEY WANT TO ABOLISH THE RIGHT TO FIRST NIGHT BECAUSE OF WOKE. AND YET THEY STILL DO IT. BUT NO ONE CAN SAY ANYTHING ANYMORE OR THOSE GENDER-NEUTRAL DRAGONS WILL BURN YOUR KEEP DOWN

🤎bowlofbrown

cannot stand this fucking website. spending my last silver stag on tyroshi blue hair dye im not going to be associated with you people.

🍒saerious

oh so when maegor has seven wives he’s “aegon’s true son” and “cool” but when i have three boyfriends suddenly im a “whore”

🫀lustywench Follow

op i support you but they did call him “the cruel” for that it was a very important part of the story that he was in fact maegor “the cruel”

🌟sevenpointedstar

🌗maidensgrace

doing all of this with a FAITH OF THE SEVEN URL...girl you better pick a hell and start hoping

#bring back the faith militant

❄️theythemderly

hey isn’t it weird that so many of the king’s children have suddenly and mysteriously died lately. under the care of the maesters. what if they’re planning something…,

🕯️glasscandled

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🙌fleabottomtop

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🙌fleabottomtop

alysanne targaryen if you're reading this i could change your life just give me one chance let me hit

🙌fleabottomtop

there are gold cloaks outside of my house

⚔️errantmaid Follow

kingsguard dick is good as fuck when you don't have a motherfucker in your ear saying it violates a sacred vow made in the eyes of the king and the seven😜

⚔️errantmaid Follow

the king chopped it off and sent him to the wall i fucking hate this place can't have SHIT in king's landing

🏵️floriansjonquil

hey has anyone seen princess gael. it's been literal months and she seems to have up and disappeared with no official announcement from the palace? would be the third female relative to go missing in the king's custody after aerea and saera....

🐝beeeeeeeeeeeeesbury Follow

damn that's crazy. im sure shes fine though anyways i'm a big fan of this new road the king built theres a lot of nice new roads does anyone else like the roads

🐦‍⬛cloakedinfeathers Follow

day 18262 of not fighting the brackens. this is boring as fuckkkkk what am i supposed to do. pretend to care about the triarchy?

🐎brackennation

kill yourself

🐦‍⬛cloakedinfeathers Follow

192.158.1.38. doxxed. get your dumbfuck horse breeder knights ready because our strongest and noblest raven warriors are on the way to your nasty ass keep right now bitch

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙do-over | MV1˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: max verstappen x fashion designer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, "enemies" (exes) to lovers

warnings: i just be making shit up fr

summary: in which they meet again and rekindle their relationship much to the delight of their fans

a/n: tbh i got no idea how to do enemies to lovers so i went for like a past messy breakup nd rekindle of the relationship now they're older nd more mature or wtvr let me know what u think!!! this was a req but it was super duper vague so i jus pulled this together nd pls fr bare in mind tht im not a max verstappen fan by any stretch lol

request!!!: Enemies to lovers with Max please

fc: maggie lindemann

my masterlist

alternate ending

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maxverstappen1 life lately ⏰

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user11 Y/N IN THE LIKES I REPEAT Y/N IN THE LIKES

user12 no freaking way

user13 i need to know what's going on have they spoken since the podcast ?!!

user14 exes to lovers arc incoming🥹

user15 he's so cute

landonorris why is your comment section so full up of drama max

maxverstappen1 i didnt ask for this

user16 max is so tired of us LOL

user17 not sorry

user18 i love drama

user19 max acting dumb like he didnt post this to get her attention

ynupdates

liked by user17, user3, and 18,294 others

ynupdates y/n y/l/n spotted today outside a cafe with ex beau max verstappen, following the release of a podcast episode on which y/n discussed her feelings on how the relationship played out. the meet up has come after they were seen liking each other's instagram stories & posts, however the discussion they were having reportedly seemed heated and as though they were having a disagreement. rumours/theories of them rekindling their romance were rife but what is the consensus now? we are sending our love to y/n as always!

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user20 omg what is happening

user21 im so surprised she even met with him

user22 he wants her back & she cant deny him bc every girl has a soft spot for their first love

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user24 some of u guys are delulu af

user25 what i would give to be a fly on the wall in that convo

user26 i hope he's changed or at least fr lets her move on

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maxverstappen1 getting coffee what does it look like

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user46 NO WAY IS SHE BACK IN THE PADDOCK

user47 & she said she couldn't ever be just friends with her first love...

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THE END 🤍

[lawsfuckasshat]

✙ ✙ ✙ olive branch. 🕊️🫀

gn!strawhat!reader, pre-dressrosa.

warnings: swearing, brief death mention, pre-relationship, law’s perspective, very short and hopefully sweet. not beta’d.

a/n: first time posting my writing ever… i hope it’s alright! i don’t think there’s an official reason for why law dislikes bread, but i like the headcanon that it’s because corazón doesn’t like it either :))

“so, is it like, a yeast thing?”

law rolls his eyes, face painted with his typical scowl. as cool, mysterious, and annoyed as ever. he crosses his arms, leaning back against the mast.

“no, __-ya.” he utters. you nod sagely, like you’re studying the guy under a microscope, and don’t seem deterred by his attitude in the slightest.

“then… is it a texture issue? ‘cause i totally understand that, i really don’t like-“

“i’m finding it difficult to understand why you want to know so badly.” law wishes that his intentionally curt answers would make you stop pestering him, would make his heart stop skipping beats every time you tried to pry open his hard outer shell. ‘mind over matter’ works well in every other aspect of how he presents himself, but the blood rushing to his face refuses to cooperate with him. great.

“i just wanna understand you,” you reply earnestly, “and what goes on in that pretty head of yours, is all. ya know?” for a split second, law is afraid that his heart has failed, if the free-falling drop in his chest is anything to go by. how could you say something like that so easily? right to his face, like you were talking about something as simple as the weather?

he tries to carefully pick his words, running through dozens of possibilities in his head, brain scrambling to say something, anything that’ll get you to leave him alone to wallow in his thoughts (…you think he’s pretty?) you wouldn’t really leave him alone if you left though, would you?

instead, he chooses to ignore you. head tilting down, one of his crossed arms coming up to tug the bill of his hat further down his face, shoulders slightly scrunching in. he feels like everything his body is doing is absolutely, incredibly, extremely obvious to you. his palms sweat uncomfortably and he’s so goddamn aware of your presence next to him, it’s driving him up the wall. he wishes he wasn’t so awkward, so scarred by all the loss in his life.

you don’t say anything, just turn your body and lean back against the mast with him. he briefly thinks his stonewalling worked.

“that’s okay.” you utter. there’s no rejection anxiety, no hurt in your voice. law’s shoulders and hidden scowl don’t relax, but he huffs out a hushed sigh. he stays quiet otherwise and waits a long minute before chancing a glance at you.

you’re leaned back against the mast, body language lax and open, although your arms are loosely crossed. your eyes are closed, skin sun-kissed. gentle sea breeze brushing across your clothes. you look warm, he thinks. he wishes you would reach out and touch him, but he also doesn’t 100% know if he’d like it. maybe he would.

law hates taking risks. he needs everything carefully planned out in his head before he makes a move, especially with the fruits of a thirteen year long effort coming to fruition in the next few days. he’s prepared to die kicking and screaming, fighting tooth and nail. he can’t fuck a single facet of his plan up.

then again, he’s dealing with the straw hat pirates here. a crew known for miracles. law steels his resolve and takes a calculated breath.

“someone i cared about a great deal didn’t like bread.”

the way you grin at him makes risking the olive branch worth it.

@ lawsfuckasshat 4.2.24

[loveemagicpeace]

✨Transits through houses Part 2✨

🫀7th house transits-during this time you can meet someone, get married, spend more on marriage, you can also get divorced. You can also seek justice, go to court, sign an important contract, start a business partnership. You can meet more people and socialize more. You spend your time with your friends. Transit of Jupiter in this house shows that you can find someone who suits you, connect more with your partner, get married or engaged. (a wedding when Jupiter is in this house can also be very big and beautiful). You and your partner can also go on a long trip. Transit of Venus in this house can indicate that you meet someone or that you have good relationships. Saturn transit in this house can bring vietory in the court and more lessons about relationships and partner, you can start looking for serious people and want more serious relationships. With pluto transiting here a competitive situation might arise that feels like a fight to the death, involving feelings of jealousy. Chiron transiting this house might show you that compassion and forgiveness can be just as powerful as winning.

🦋8th house transits during this time, the emphasis can be on intimacy, investing, finances, depth, transformation. You lose something to gain something. You can learn some secret. Neptune transit in this house shows strange things maybe, you can lose something or someone steals something from you, someone can also die and death is very strange, unclear. You can also start doing more spiritual things and relax more. The Mars-Neptune aspect also suggests trips by the water or recovery from surgery. Jupiter 8th house - if you get married at this time, you can gain a lot from the marriage. You can get a lot of money from others and the money you invest can also be potential. But it is important not to make impulsive decisions. The North Node in this house can indicate the end of a relationship or a new outlook on life. A big transformation and a different way of life. Uranus transiting this house can mean unexpected money or inheritance. It brings unexpected changes and disruptions to an individual's intimate relationships and financial matters. Mercury transiting this house- individuals may experience a heightened need for deeper connections and understanding. They may seek out intense conversations and delve into the emotional and psychological aspects of their relationships.

🎸9th house transits during this time you ean travel more, go on one really long trip, change your view, explore the world, find faith, go on a spiritual journey, this house is also called the house across the ocean. You ean have more luck and experience lucky coincidences. It is also the house that represents your second marriage. You can start a new course or enroll in a university (complete your studies). Pluto transit it can bring about profound changes in the individual's belief system and their approach to life. You may receive financial aid for education or have travel opportunities. Saturn transit on the other hand can bring changes to your life and a serious outlook on life - then you ean also find faith in something you never thought of. At the same time, you may have a problem with what you really believe. Maybe you ean also be afraid of many things. Mars transit might cause legal matters over property that will see the involvement of your extended family. Neptune transiting this house - u can go to dream vacation or travel somewhere by the ocean, Also a lot of magical thing could happen at this time. It can bring a time of spiritual growth, questioning of beliefs, and a search for deeper meaning.

🥥10th house transits-during this time you can spend more time working on your career, stability, public reputation. You can have more contact with your father and with older people. More karmie connections and encounters. You can achieve more and get what you wanted. Sun transit in this house shows that more people can notice you, write to you and pay more attention to what you are doing. It also describes career and is where we reach for success and achievement. It is also a place of inner vocation. Venus transit in this house ean indicate karmie love or a person entering your life, especially if they are connected to pluto. Uranus in this house shows unpredictable glory, innovation. It can bring unexpected career opportunities. Mars transiting this house it can mean that this time you do more for your career, new opportunities, you are more noticed in the public. This is also good for releasing things. A transit of Jupiter to the 10th House is as likely to make person reorient himself as give him breaks in the field in, which, hitherto, he has operated. Under a transit of Neptune to the 10th House a person's approach to their career and the direction, which they are taking their life, tend to become more idealistie and other regarding. It is no longer enough for you to be empire building for yourself or simply conforming to conventional expectations. At this time a person want their life to be useful.

🌱11th house transits during this time you can meet new people, new friends you hang out with friends more), realize your dreams, work on your goals. You become more humanitarian and take an interest in humanity. Uranus transiting this house can mean u being more rebellious and selfish. You will want to stand out from society more and resist the rules. Venus transiting this house shows a more pleasant and unique energy. You ean find your special dreams and friends who will stand by your side and support you. You ean attract more kind people. With mars transit here during this time you may quarrel with someone important or leave your cirele of friends. Sun transiting this house you look more at yourself, your goals that you want to achieve, you are focused on your dreams and you also believe in them more. You can also be more popular during this time. North node transiting this house it can mean that you are starting to look for common points that you have with others (interests, desires, hopes). How do you view the people around you and what is community for you? You can be more connected to social networks or spend more time there.

🍓12th house transits- during this time you can get to know your subconscious more, go deeper into your spiritual world. You can connect more with your subeonscious, you can spend a lot of time alone, doing something that is more connected to you. Saturn through the 12th house might create a desire for time alone on retreat. North node here it can mean that you have a lot of problems with yourself at once (mental health), maybe you are looking more at a part of yourself that you haven't discovered yet. You can be more elosed in a room or spend time alone. Venus transiting this house with that you will see a new growth in your creative pursuits and intuition that will allow you to comprehend others at your compassionate and spiritual level. You may get indulged in a romantic, intimate and hidden commitments. During a Uranus transit a period of spiritual awakening and self discovery can take place. This transit can shake up the individual's hidden or subconscious realms, often leading to sudden insights or breakthroughs. Sun transit can be loss, expenditure and foreign travel or settlement indicates that the Sun in beneficial dignity in this house will bless you with a strong spiritual inclination for more charity-related work or the possibility of travel to a foreign country.

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-Rebekah🍒✨🦋

[gatitties]

NO BECAUSE !!!!!!!! i think we need more interactions of Assassin!Reader x Bonten 😩😩 (thank u for da reader who requested it bcs my 🫀 is beating happiness) or maybe you could make this a series??? 👀👀 bUT ANYWAYS can I request a Assassin!Reader x Bonten where Bonten was trying to find some info abt Reader but ofc Reader knows abt it so when there's a general meeting for the Bonten Executives, she appeared into the meeting like she was just watching them the whole time 🤣 and Reader is mad mad abt it. she doesn't want them to snoop around her life

(if u dont want to do this, its ok!!! no pressure. lovelots 🫰🏻)

─Yandere!Bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: tired of so much persecution you decide to set the record straight, but you are only making a mistake

─Warnings: mención of blood, unwarranted obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

first of all, I still don't know how to write action or fight scenes, I'm sorry, second, many people will be grateful to you for the request, and third, how so many people liked it?! 😭🤚anyway, here you go (about making a miniseries Idk, but if I have any idea for this I will definitely write it 😌) @ajmiila02, @kenmasbimbo, @uniqueeggtoast, @belle643, @simpingfor-wakasa, @ihavestrawberryjam, @binibining-mariaclara, @sereinitysmind (hope that I didn't left anyone untagged)

Part one / Part Three

"You should stop turning down those job offers, they offer you a good amount and your other clients seem not to ask for your help much lately."

You sighed looking at the request manager, he took your silence to mean that you didn't really care, you never have anything stable in this world, there were always better and worse times so it wouldn't really worry you.

"Just take care to let me know if there are other people than 'Mr. B', their requests are ridiculous."

The man raised both hands, nodding to your petition, after that you left the alley where you met the manager, returning to the busy streets of Tokyo in the middle of rush hour, where everyone was walking down the street without worries, you mixed among those people until you reached a suburb of small houses. You opened the rickety door with a nasty creak, looking at the garbage that flooded the floor, you couldn't ask for more for the minimum amount of this place and location, anyway it was time to move to another apartment.

Not only because you needed to change 'home' from time to time, but because lately you had felt less safe with your environment, it all started when you accepted the first request from 'Mr. B', they only asked you to kill a man, you did your job but also you discovered the identity of that 'B' who turned out to be not just one person but rather several.

You don't usually remember faces or names that aren't necessary for your missions, so you had to rack your brains to remember those two faces you saw, then you linked them to that group you saved in that brothel a month ago. Luckily only you could see how the guy with the pink mullet and the guy with the scar who tried to stop you that time were there, they seemed to be watching your movements with a satisfied smile when they saw little drops of blood fall from your face.

You interpreted that 'Mr. B' was all that group that you barely remembered the appearance of, you thought that on that occasion they were only there to check that you did your job well, but you noticed how they started to track you after that assignment, although of course, they could not find you and their only way to see you would be for those orders, which you did not accept.

The next two months your usual customers disappeared without a trace, it's not like you received daily orders but it was strange that all your requests were now only from 'B', it irritated you because it meant a heavy blow to your name in the underground, by refusing to take orders to Bonten, no one else did it as if they felt threatened.

But the worst of all was that every step you took you felt their eyes on you, every corner you turned you saw their shadow on you, it bothered you enough to think about killing them but you seriously thought about it and it would get you nowhere, you didn't used to kill to reputable or well-known people because that would cause a more intensive search for you and those guys seemed to be at least successful because they were handling a ridiculous amount of money.

You didn't even know their names and they always seemed to be on your trail, you never let them get too close to you, but lately they seemed closer and closer to finding you directly, you got fed up, you weren't leading a quiet and peaceful life, but inside from the garbage of your work you could always have a rest from all those deaths, you could always have a little space to pretend that your life was not rubble and everything was normal.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do some special work or I'll go completely hysterical."

As you were getting ready to leave that same night, all of the Bonten executives gathered at their meeting point earlier today, all sitting at a round table waiting for Mikey to start the meeting, though he waved for Takeomi to start since he was already busy eating his taiyaki.

"As you know we have been looking for that assassin from that day, we have always followed clues but we never managed to find the person, but today, we will complete the capture plan."

They all nodded in sync, some more eager than others, after all the stupid game of cat and mouse made them feel more irrationally attracted to you, Mochizuki always enjoyed watching you mix so well with people but quickly lost sight of you that he needed more from you, Sanzu and Rin enjoy seeing you staining you with the blood of your targets, Kakucho seems to appreciate your fighting style, Takeomi sees you as a difficult puzzle to solve and Ran and Kokonoi were perhaps the least attached to that exalted image of you, but they were curious about you.

"Is everyone clear about their part of the plan? We can't let anything go wrong, she never leaves a trace and knows how to erase her tracks, so we'll have to resort to more violent methods than just watching how she goes on our faces."

The meeting continued for a few minutes, explaining each phase and step while unknown to them you were in the room ventilation listening to everything, your blood boiled listening to how they talked about how they would make you bow down to them, it was your breaking point.

"Once we capture her, we can do what we want with her?"

"Only what I allow."

Mikey got up answering Sanzu who rolled his eyes for the answer, the leader patted his shirt to remove all the rest of the crumbs, with that everyone knew that the meeting had ended although to their surprise three bullets hit the table right in front of the site from Mikey, immediately after you kicked the grate and jumped on top of the table pointing your two pistols at everyone.

"I am going to make one thing clear, do not interfere in my life, I don't know what you want from me, but I'm not looking for anything from you."

You kicked Rin's arm as he tried to grab your leg, immediately firing Sanzu's pistol to disarm him, then ducking to avoid Ran's staff.

"What about the expenses for destroying that brothel?"

"You speak as if-" you jumped from the table hitting Kakucho's hands with the butt of your pistol, moving as far away from them "as if you lacked money, I know you are 'Mr. B', there is no point in charging me for that."

"We don't need reasons to want you as our slave! If we want something we have it and you would be a great possession to us."

"Oh just go to hell, Chunzu, I don't care about you or your supposed leader Mokey, I'm asking for peace of mind! and I want you to take this as a warning."

You took a little momentum, doing a slight somersault on the table, you shot at the large window breaking the glass into small pieces, you ran towards the broken window to jump through it, the arms of Mochizuki and Rin trying to reach your body unsuccessfully, you spun in the air and fired one last time before your body was thrown from the top floor of the building, disappearing into the darkness of the night and the buildings.

The bullet made Mikey's dyed hair move slightly, a couple of cut strands slowly descending to the ground, everyone fell silent watching their leader look at the window you had thrown out of, Kokonoi snapping everyone out of their daze.

"Mikey…?"

"If she want to play that game we'll play, before it was a whim, but now it's a necessity, I want her here."

He turned now looking at the wall where the lead bullet had been nailed, brushing the hole and scratching slightly to remove the small object, he smiled observing the shape and caliber.

"Let's start… analyzing this."

He took one last look at his most trusted executives before walking off fiddling with the 10mm bullet, they all looked at each other with a new flame burning in their eyes, you're only making things worse, you should have run but it was too late to get rid of them.

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Disregard

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Chris hate each other with a burning passion, but when Y/N gets into an issue at a party, Chris is on his way to help.🫀

Warnings⚠️: Being dr*gged, mentions of almost being r worded, the r word is used one time. And yes that’s it’s. This for the request asking for an enemies to lovers where Chris saves her from almost being assaulted🗣️

Song for the imagine: Call Out My Name-The Weeknd

⚠️This story has mentions of hard topics. Read at your own risk⚠️

I hate Chris with a burning passion, and he hated me too. Originally I was friends with Nick, and then Matt, but for some reason Chris just didn’t like me. It started with scoffs, eye rolls, stank faces, blatantly ignoring me, and then slowly the comments started

He was such an asshole when he wanted to be. It made it so hard to be around him because I wanted to punch him in the face, yet he was so good looking that I wanted to kiss him also??? Man I don’t know he just made my life hard. He hated when Nick or Matt would invite me over he’d either completely ignore me, or we’d start bickering.

“What’s this fuck face doing here” he’d say

“Are you fucking 5” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Is that the only comeback you have?” He asked

“Well maybe if you didn’t act like a man child I’d have something else to say” I told him smiling at him

“You piss me off. Everytime I see your face I want to throw up” he said pretending to gag

“Exactly my point…a fucking child. Now go away the adults are talking” I said shooing him

And Nick and Matt’s mouth dropped

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever” he said walking away

That’s about how 90% of our interactions went. But as time went on I looked forward to our fights, and I’m sure he did too.

Tonight Nick had asked me if I wanted to join him and his brothers at a party, and of course I said yes, so I got ready and headed over to their house

Once I got there I allowed myself in, and locked the door behind me. I walked upstairs and went into the kitchen putting my stuff down, when Chris came upstairs from his room

“AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO WITH Y/N, and why is there a clown standing in my kitchen” he said pretending to be scared

“Christopher shut the fuck up” I told him as I put my phone down

“Ouuu government name….me likey” he said smirking at me

“You’re such a fucking creep” I said grabbing a water bottle

“What’s with uhh all the paint on the face this isn’t a circus” he said motioning to his face

“It’s called makeup….I wanted to look good for the party” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Right right….yeah you were looking very homeless recently” he said taking a Pepsi

“Let’s not get into who looks homeless now” I said scoffing

“I still get more bitches than you” he said shrugging his shoulders

I threw my now empty water bottle at him

“You’re a fucking weirdo loser” I told him as he laughed

“Heyyy Y/N when did you get here” Nick said coming down the stairs with Matt

“About five minutes ago, you idiot brother here wouldn’t stop yapping in my ear” I told them

“Hey! If you’re gonna talk outta your ass at least turn around so I can hear you better” He told me

“Yeah I’m sure you’d love to look at my ass” I told him sarcastically

“I meannnn are you offering?” He asked with his eyebrows raised

“You are literally a walking ick stay the fuck away from me” I said walking past him to head out the door

Matt had driven us to the party, Chris and I were in the back seat, and as he would rap every song he would point in my face and touch me. I would always smack his hand away or punch him to get him to stop, but he just didn’t

We had arrived at the party, and all slowly got separated. I was in the kitchen making a drink when a guy approached me

“Hey pretty lady” he said also making himself a drink

“Hi” I said giving him a tight lip smile

“Here alone?” He asked me pouring himself a henny coke

“Uh no I’m here with my friends” I told him making myself a Malibu Coke

“Oh nice nice, uhh boyfriend?” He asked me, and I was cringing at his lack of being able to form a sentence. At least when I argued with Chris it was for the most part full sentences

“If you’re asking if I have a boyfriend the answer is no” I told him while taking a sip of my drink.

The whole time we were chatting Chris had been watching me from the corner of the room.

Chris didn’t like the way the guy was staring at Y/N. It was like he was a predator and she was fresh meat, but Y/N was too sweet, and couldn’t see that. He kept glancing at her cup and that made Chris uncomfortable. But he wasn’t doing anything to be out right weird. But when he saw him with her he just wanted to scoop her up and take her away.

He wasn’t really sure why he felt this way. He actually wasn’t really sure how he felt about Y/N. He thought he hated her, but when he’d see her, his heart would skip a beat, and when they’d argue he’d fall more in love with her. But he hates her? He thinks?

Truly Chris was afraid of commitment. He was scared of the idea of someone loving him. It just wasn’t his things one night stands and small flings were his go to. But when he met Y/N it all started to change. He wanted to be with her forever. He even saw a future with her, and he stopped fooling around with other girls. But he was just so afraid of being hurt and committing to someone, that he chose to “hate” her instead. So that at least he’d know he’d always have her in his life.

“Hey it’s kind of hard to hear you” the boy said to me

“Yeah it kind of is, want to step outside?” I asked him

“Uhh maybe we could go upstairs” he said

“Mmmm i don’t know, i don’t really know you” I told him

“Oh come on! We can leave the door open I just want to talk” he said

“Mmm okay fine” I said, and we started to walk towards the stairs

Unbeknown to Y/N Chris was also following them like a shadow in the dark watching their every move. When they got to the stairs a guy had stopped them, and asked Y/N a question. Her drink was in her left hand, and she turned to her right. As soon as she did, the random guy dropped something into her drink. This made Chris’ heart drop, and he went to spring into action. After she answered the guy's question they went to walk up the steps, and the guy nodded his head at the other guy. Oh shit he was in on it Chris realized.

Chris was pushing through bodies calling out Y/N’s name, but she couldn’t hear him over the loud music and the tons of people in the way.

Chris was struggling with girls grabbing onto him trying to talk, and him trying to fight his way through the crowd. Sheer panic racing through his blood.

I had gotten upstairs, and there were tons of room, so we decided on the room all the way to the end. When we stepped in he left the door open.

I sat on the random bed and he sat across from me. I continued to drink my drink as it was almost done. When I Started to feel a little fuzzy. Man, how much Malibu did I put in this? I thought to myself

The guy was trying to talk to me, but I truly wasn’t feeling okay. I thought I was going to pass out or die?

“Hey I’m not feeling too well” I told the guy putting my cup down and going to stand up, but he stood up and sat me back down

“Don’t worry maybe the alcohol was too strong” he said

“No…no, something's not right,” I said slowly. He walked over to door and shut it locking it

“Hey what are you doing” I said fighting to keep my eyes open

“Shhh baby” he said and started to kiss on me

“Please no no stop this” I said starting to panic

“Be quiet baby” he told me pushing me backwards and starting to lift up my dress

“Please don’t. Please stop I won’t say anything just don’t please” I said crying

Chris had finally gotten up the stairs and started bursting through every door, while texting Nick and Matt what was happening, and telling them to come upstairs

Finally he had gotten to the last door, and it was locked, but he could hear her crying and pleading for someone to stop.

Chris started to bang against the door, slamming his body into it, and finally he kicked the door in and ran in. The sight he saw made his blood run cold

This disgusting pig with Y/N’s underwear half way down her legs, and her dress hiked up. While she just lay there pleading for him to stop in a very drugged way

“What the fuck are you doing” Chris screamed running over to the guy and punching him straight in the jaw. This caused the guy to get up and start fighting with Chris

Nick and Matt had run into the room seeing what Chris just saw. Matt ran over to Chris to try and help him, and Nick ran to Y/N to help her

“Shh it’s okay” Nick said helping Y/N back into her underwear and pulling her dress down

“Chris” she said weakly

“It’s Nick, but Chris stopped him okay. You don’t have to worry you’re safe” Nick said pulling the girl up and into his arms

At this point Matt and Chris had beat the guy to a pulp, and he just laid there bloody

“Don’t you ever put your hands on a fucking woman again you disgusting pig” Chris yelled at him while standing over him in a fit of rage

“Come guys, we have to go, the cops will be here” Nick said. Chris came over and took Y/N from his arms as they ran down the stairs and out the house, walking to Matt’s car.

“Am I dying” I asked them slurred

“No you’ve been roofied” Chris said to me holding me up

“He was touching me….he was going to rape me” I said sobbing and barely being able to stand up

“You’re safe now. We got you you’re okay” Matt said

“I’m dying” I said to them

“No you’re not baby, you have to throw this up” Chris said to me

“I don’t want to throw up” I said crying

“You have to come on” he said, he then stuck two fingers down my throat which made me gag and throw up everywhere

“I wanna go home” I said still crying and fighting for my life

“We’re going, we’re going” Nick said as they helped me into the car, and the whole car ride I cried into Chris’ arms.

When we got home I started to feel some of the effects wearing off, but I wasn’t 100% there.

Chris took me to his room so that he could watch me

“I need to get this man’s smell off of me, help me shower I can’t stand by myself” I said barely making sense

“Are you sure?” I asked her not wanting to make her uncomfortable

“Yes Chris please. I need you right now. You make me feel safe and warm. I love you” I told him

“I love you too” I told him

I went to the bathroom, and had Chris run a warm bubble bath for me. He helped me out of my clothes while also not really looking at me, and then he helped me into the tub.

I let my body fall into the bubbles immediately feeling relieved.

I just sat there staring blankly at the tub while Chris watched my face for any signs of discomfort

“Thank you for saving me” I told him, finally looking over at him.

“I will always be there for you, and I know you might not remember this tomorrow, but I love you. I was so scared of love before, but when I got to know you. It made me want to love, and love all of you. I have never been so sure about someone in my life as I am of you” he told me washing my back with a rag and letting the warm water fall down my head

“Chris I like you so much….I want to be with you forever” I told him smiling at him

“You don’t know what you’re saying” he said

“I do. I want you Chris all of you. I love to argue with you because it’s something that WE do. That is our thing, and it will alway be our thing” I said leaning me head on my arm

“I love to argue with you too. Makes me warm inside” he said washing my arm for me

“Join me” I said

“I can’t. Not under these circumstances” he told me breaking eye contact

“Please Chris. I want to be next to you. I need your embrace” I told him. Finally he agreed

He took his shirt off and then his pants, and I covered my eyes when he took off his underwear, and waited for him to get in the water opposite of me.

Once I felt the water move I opened my eyes

“Thank you Chris” I said looking at him

“Anything for you pretty girl” he told me

“Come here let me clean your makeup off” he said and pulled me in a little closer

Taking the rag, and wiping my makeup off my face

“You’re so beautiful” he told me as he cleaned my face

“You’re beautiful Chris” i told him which made him blush

“Kiss me” I told him him

“I can’t. Not tonight you’re not fully sober” he said back to me in a whisper

“Tomorrow morning” I told him

“If you remember this” he said back to me

“I will…I promise” I said

We finished bathing, and Chris got us dried and dressed in pajamas. He had snuggled me into his chest as I fell asleep, but Chris didn’t finally fall asleep till 5AM. He spent most of the night watching you and making sure you were okay.

You had woken up at 9AM, and Chris was still deep in slumber, so you decided to leave him and head upstairs to brush your teeth and wash your face.

Everyone was still asleep, so you decided to make some coffee and drink it while you sat outside by their pool.

You had texted Chris something for when he woke up.

30 minutes later Chris woke up. To you not by his side and for a second he panicked but then figured you were awake upstairs. He grabbed his phone and saw a message from you

The annoying one🙄

-kiss me?

It read, and he blushed slightly.

The End

Okayyy so I hope you enjoyed this one as well. It was pretty long, and for whoever requested this I really hope you enjoyed❤️❤️ I have about 6 more imagines to write 🤭🤭

-J💅🏽

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hiiii can you write one where reader is always serving as a waitress at the waystar parties and become fuck buddies with shiv but when shiv catch feelings when they're several months later doing this she finds out that reader is a single mom (she has a daughter) and they have a huge fight and "breakup". I need all the drama that comes with it 🙏 ik with shiv being a mess and being mean as hell things will escalate quickly 😂

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Mind, Body, Soul

Siobhan Roy x single mom!Reader

Oneshot

Summary: what originally was purely physical takes becomes something better.

okay anon I had to change your plot a bit to make everything work but I really hope I pulled through this time!! Idk why I’m not too sure about this one, I just feel like it’s one of my sloppier works. Regardless, I hope you enjoy x, thank you so much for your request, I love you <3

Word Count: 2.987k

Life was unpredictable.

That’s how you’d ended up with your daughter. You love her to bits, and she’s absolutely your world, but she wasn’t exactly planned. Because of that, her father had exited your life as soon as he’d entered it. You didn’t feel too bad about it; the way you saw it, you’d dodged a massive bullet.

She’s four now, and finally able to go to daycare without issue. You finally have more time to yourself. Thankfully, your job wasn’t that demanding, but it paid you well. You were content with what you had. Your daughter, a good job. You feel like you don’t really need anything else.

You’ve been single for a really, really long time. After your last heartbreak, you weren’t exactly out and about, seeking anything out. Deep down, you craved something real. Something actually substantial; that feeling that you’re with the one.

You’d met her at a work dinner. She radiated opulence, something that usually repelled you. Not this time. Maybe it was something else about her. Something in your subconscious, the work of an alternate universe, just something pulling the two of you together.

She’d sidled up to you, sly smile spread on her face.

The rest was history.

Rather to your disappointment, she’d kept you after your first time together and told you you were strictly fuck buddies. Nothing more. Despite being let down, you thought it best.

Time passed. You started off slow, seeing each other every so often. Then, you’d see her whenever physically possible. Not just to enjoy yourselves, but you spend time with each other. You found yourselves curled together, cuddling on the couch while she went through emails.

She’d admitted that she’d just come out of a messy relationship, much like you. You find that you’re both extremely similar; you’re both driven, ambitious. You feel at home with her. You feel so relaxed. You hope she feels the same, but you know she doesn’t. You’re strictly a fling to her- nothing more.

At least, you thought so.

You have one of these conversations when you’re sprawled out on her couch, her leaning against the doorway to her bedroom.

“Listen,” she begins, arms crossed over her chest.

“What is it, Siobhan?” you ask, smirk playing on your lips. She huffs, a cute pout developing on her face. “Ants in your pants?”

“What… What does that even mean? Never mind that. Fucking weirdo,” she mutters, before continuing. “I just want to make something clear. You and I aren’t an item. I’m free to see other people, same as you. No hard feelings or anything. I’m just living, you know?”

You shrug. “We’ve had this conversation before.” From your perspective, it looks like she’s trying to put distance between the two of you. “If you don’t want to see me anymore, just say so. Like you keep saying, no hard feelings.”

Shiv’s nose wrinkles. “What? No, I still want to see you. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had.”

You laugh. “I’m strictly pleasure, huh?”

She opens her mouth to say something, then presses her lips together. “Yeah, you are.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say.” You push yourself into an upright position. “You know you like me more than that.”

Shiv turns away from you, flipping you off over her shoulder.

One night, your daughter’s staying the night with a relative. You go to see Shiv, and to your surprise, she invited you to stay the night.

You’re curled together in bed, rather domestically, you think, her head tucked into the crook of your neck. She lightly presses kisses along your skin, leaving spots wet and red. Not that you minded at all.

“We should do something tomorrow,” she mumurs to you.

“Like what? Fuck again?” you ask, feeling her fingers trace up your hip, up your side.

“I dunno. Maybe. But something else. Something fun. I need a break from work, and I want good company.”

“What happened to strictly pleasure?” you tease, shifting so that she’s draped on top of you.

“Nothing,” she mumbles. “We can still have fun outside of fucking.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Mhm,” she hums into your neck, leg coming around your waist. Bare skin on bare skin- you feel like you’re in heaven. Your hand finds her ass, helping her adjust and get comfortably. You also can’t stop yourself from giving it a small squeeze, eliciting a rare giggle from Shiv.

“Can’t. My girl has a birthday party tomorrow. It’s a whole fucking dusk-til-dawn ordeal.”

Abruptly, she sits up, squinting at you.

“You’re seeing someone else?” she asks incredulously, brow furrowing.

“What? No, my daughter. Didn’t I tell you?”

She pulls herself off of you completely. “A daughter? Like, a human child?”

You nod slowly. “She’s four.”

“You didn’t fucking tell me that!”

Now you’re also sitting up. “What, is that going to change things?”

Shiv slides off the bed, pulling a robe on. “Yes, it changes things!”

You scoff. “Does it really?”

“You kept something so massive from me! How can I keep seeing you? What else would you be hiding?”

“You’re serious? You’re being serious?” When she gives no response, making her way into the bathroom, you pull your previously strewn clothes on from off the floor. “What’s your fucking deal? You do nothing but insist you can never see me than more than sex, so what’s the problem?” you shout bitterly.

“Fuck off!” is the only response.

You let her do whatever it is she’s doing in the bathroom and gather your things. She’s being ridiculous, and any sort of feelings you’d caught for her are painfully ripped from your chest. You call an Uber, and before you know it, you’re back home.

You’re angry, confused, upset.

Your phone pings with a message.

where’d you go?

fucked off, like you asked.

wtf?

why wouldn’t you tell me something like that?

i thought i did

besides, what’s it matter to you? you want nothing to do with me outside of being your fuck buddy

that’s not something you keep from people

you’re being fucking insane

Shiv doesn’t respond to you after.

You can’t harp on it for long. You have shit to do. Your daughter gets dropped off the next morning, and you greet her with a kiss and a hug. When you smile at her over the counter while you scramble eggs, she frowns.

She sees the smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Why’s Mommy sad?” She rests her head on her little hands, glancing up at you, doe eyes soft and concerned.

“Oh, nothing.”

Her frown deepens. “Why won’t you tell me? I want to help Mommy.”

You sigh, scraping eggs into her tiny bowl before setting it in front of her with a fork. She begins eating, cautious to chew with her mouth close like you so often remind her. “Well,” you say carefully, “Mommy’s having issues with a friend.”

“Is It making you sad?” she asks around a mouthful of egg.

“Chew with your mouth shut, you little piggy,” you say playfully, reaching over to pinch her cheek. “And it does,” you add a moment later, rather deflated.

Your daughter wriggles out of her chair, small feet pattering against your hardwood floors as she rounds the counter to wrap your arms around you where she could reach. Your hand immediately goes to her head and strokes gently, and you can’t help but smile.

“It’s sad when my friends don’t want to play. I’ll play with you instead!”

You lean down to plant a kiss on her hairline. “Thank you, cutie. You’re such a sweet girl.” She grins up at you, arms stretching up above her head. Getting the point, you stoop over and hoist her up into your arms, her giggling all the while.

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Siobhan Roy could only take two days away from you. To be clear, you’d never actually had her over at your place. It just felt inappropriate, what with your daughter and all.

She does, however, know where you work.

You can’t remember how it came up in conversation, but it did, and you were sure it did because she was standing outside your office, hands clasped behind her back. You wave her in, trying to not let anything show on your face.

Wordlessly, she sets a square, velvet box onto your desk in front of you.

“I remember you talking about how your favorite bracelet broke,” Shiv says quietly, almost ashamed. “It’s not the same, but it’s something.”

Hesitantly, you reach for the box and thumb off the lid. The bracelet is gorgeous- she’s noticed which metal you wore and got you an awfully expensive, much nicer, much more durable version of the bracelet you’d accidentally snapped when it snagged on a zipper of your daughter’s clothing.

“What’s this for?” you ask nonchalantly. You don’t plan on accepting it after the pointless argument you’d had. She’d made it painfully clear that the two of you would never actually be anything serious. Any reminder of her just made your chest hurt. It’s a deep rooted issue of yours, and you know it. You’d been so agonizingly lonely all your life. You yearned for connection, something real, something pure. Everything you tried, every relationship attempted, it all ended the exact same way. They found someone better, they discarded you, you went back home broken hearted.

“Um, for you.”

“Mm.” You’re not really paying attention, but you catch her shutting the blind to the door in your periphery. You’ve never really seen her like this before, all jittery and nervous. She sits in one of the chairs facing your desk and folds her hands into her lap. “Can I help?” you ask stiffly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” she blurts, pausing before she continues. “I really, really want you. Not just physically. Fuck, that’s not what this is about. I’m sorry that that’s what we keep making this about.”

“What you keep making this about,” you correct, leaning back into your chair. She bites back a retort, you can tell. “Sorry. Can’t help it.”

Shiv takes a steadying breath, and for a moment, you feel a bit bad for pushing her buttons. “I… I want to commit. To you.”

“Where’d this come from?”

Her gaze flickers from you to her lap then back to you again. “I don’t… I don’t know. It’s just, some nights you’d leave, and I wouldn’t feel detached. I’d miss you. I do miss you. You… you make everything around me better, you make it brighter.” She looks back down, fiddling with her own fingers. “I was just too stupid and self absorbed to see it. And scared. Fucking horrified.”

You don’t know what to say for a while. “You’re suspiciously self-aware,” you say hoarsely, not quite believing what you’d heard.

She can tell. “I’m so fucking serious. I’m past the point of just wanting you for your body.”

You reach back for the box, feeling up the delicate bracelet. “So how do you want to do this? We have shit to sort out if we want this to work,” you reply.

Shiv shrugs. “Just let me try.”

“If we do this, I want you to take this seriously,” you say lowly. “I won’t fucking stand for it if I catch you still going out with other people. If we’re together, we’re together.”

She laughs, an airy, mirthless sound. “I stopped seeing other people the fourth time you came over. I’m yours, already. Mind, body, soul. I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re just so..,” she trails off, gesturing vaguely at you.

“Can I ask you something?”

She looks up at you attentively. “Always. I’m an open book.”

“Why’d you overreact?”

She pauses. “I don’t think I did.”

You sigh. “Nothing’s going to work if you keep going like that.”

“You didn’t tell me,” she insists. “That’s something important.”

“Siobhan, I was under the impression I was just a good fuck. Regardless of if I told you or not, what would that have changed?”

She chews on the inside of her cheek, averting her eyes. She takes a moment to think. “I think I was too in my head,” she admits. “In my head, we’re already the cutest girlfriends. And then you tack on your daughter, and I don’t want to just… ignore her, you know? I guess it was just, you know, reality hitting me. And me realizing that I didn’t really care that you have a kid. I want… I want to be with you, to help with her.”

You can feel the heat rushing to your face, your gaze locked with hers. “I… I don’t know what to say. That’s… a lot, Shiv.”

“Just… promise you’ll think about it?” she asks, uncharacteristically nervous.

You shake your head. “No, no. I already know what I want.”

Abruptly, you push yourself up from your chair and quickly round the desk. You brace your knee on the cushion of Shiv’s chair, right by her thigh, and take her jaw and crash your lips against hers. It’s your first real kiss, one not just thrown around during sex, and it’s rough, needy.

She responds the minute your mouths connect, kissing you back with an equal fervor. You deepen the kiss, your other hand fluttering to her chin to tip her head back. She makes a happy, contented noise, lips working against yours. Her hands are braced on your torso, just above your hips. Her fingers scrabble for purchase on the fabric of your clothing.

When she pulls away, her lips are slightly puffed up. Yours probably look the same, and you can’t help but smile at the thought. Shiv’s hands drift down to your waist, letting her fingers trace mindless patterns into your skin.

“You’re very pretty,” she murmurs up to you. “Especially when you’re all worked up like this.”

Your smile splits into a grin and you push off her chair. “Asshole.”

“What did I say?” she exclaims, expression matching yours. “I was just praising my sweet, gorgeous girl.”

“I never agreed to you calling me that,” you point out, going to perch on the edge of your desk. Her face falls, and you scramble to recover. “I’m just saying,” you amend quickly, “that I want you to ask me. For real.”

Shiv gets out of her seat, trapping you where you sit, planting her hands on either side of yours and keeping her eyes focused on yours. “Will you be my girlfriend? Can I be your girlfriend?”

“On one condition,” you say, smile playing on your lips.

She fakes a pout, her face only inches away from yours. You lean forward, brushing your lips against hers. “No silly shit.”

“Of course not.” She lets out a breath, and you can feel it stutter along your skin. “I’m all for you. I don’t know what it is, I just know I’m all fucking yours.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖

Life is easy after you and Shiv get together.

Your ridiculous fight is forgotten, and she’s the most perfect, most attentive lover. The first half-year is a dream. She brings you gifts, invites you over if your daughter is with other family, texts you day in and day out. When she’s not working, she’s pacing your office, talking your ear off about a show she’d begrudgingly watched without you, catching you up to speed so you could watch together the minute you could.

As time continues to leak away from you, the flowers and jewelry keep arriving to your doorstep. She adores spoiling you rotten- she never lets you say anything about it.

But then, the gifts start coming in pairs. One for you, one for your daughter.

A toy kitchenette, a play vanity, princess dresses and heels, play makeup. Shiv hasn’t met her yet, but it doesn’t stop her. As you near and suddenly pass your one year anniversary, you realize you’re so head over heels for Siobhan and you see no future without her in it.

For the first time in your relationship, you bring her home with you.

She hovers behind you as you unlock the door. “What happens if she doesn’t like me?” she asks nervously, voice barely below a whisper.

“Baby, once she realizes you’re the one pay rolling her fantasy Barbie world, she’d kill me in exchange for you.” Before you open the door, you look over your shoulder at her. “Besides, she’d love you regardless.”

Since your daughter is five now, she’s finally started school. It hurt you physically watching her grow and having her leave every day. Shiv had been by your side every single day, wiping away your tears and helping with errands even though you were perfectly capable.

“The bus comes at one?” she asks, following you inside.

You hum your yes, going to make your daughter her afternoon snack as Shiv tentatively sits on the couch, crossing her socked feet under her.

Before you know it, the place is filled with both their giggles as Siobhan Roy whirls your daughter around as if she were an airplane.

𖥔 ݁ ˖

You watch as Shiv sits, cross legged, threading flowers into your daughter’s hair. “You’ll be the prettiest flower girl to walk the aisle,” she murmurs, eliciting a giddy laugh from your daughter.

You’d both forgone the entire first look thing. You want to get ready together, spend time together. It felt more intimate, it brought you even closer together. Once your daughter’s hair was done and she’d ran out of the bridal suite, gone out to play, Shiv comes over to you, silk robe clinging to her body.

“I know I’m not supposed to give you this yet,” she says, turning a beautiful, dainty ring with her fingers. “But I wanted to show you it. I’m just so proud.”

She takes your hand, stroking your knuckles, and holds the ring so you can see an engravement on it’s inner part.

Mind, body, soul.

[artdcnaldson]

omg the art’s sister au update…

New tennis player boyfriend is nice but he doesn’t make you feel any sparks (and the fact he just happens to be a tennis player wirh green eyes and black hair is a coincidence). But he is nice. Helps out your grandma and teaches tennis to little kids in the country club and isn’t a bad player himself. Could actually go pro if he wanted, but his goals are settling down and starting a family…fun. Anyway you tell yourself it could be worse.

WRONG. It’s worse when Thanksgiving is around the corner and Art’s back home from tour but with Patrick. Something about some disagreement with his parents, anyway Patrick does not want to be spending time with them so instead he is here at your house.

You avoid him at all costs, which shouldn’t be too hard considering he is here with Art and made it clear he doesn’t like you. But he seems desperate to have conversations with you, ask about your life. Almost as if he’s trying to turn back the clock and have everything go back to how it was before. He gives you these longing glances and seems to glare at your boyfriend. The worst part is that you want to have these conversations just forgive him and let him back into your life with open arms. But you fight the urge to do so.

And somehow for that one week, you’re able to avoid him as much as possible. You’re relieved by the time Black Friday comes around, you’re home alone with your grand-mother having some shopping and Art and Patrick going along with her for help.

You need to blow off steam, so you invite your boyfriend over. You have the house to yourself for couple of hours, so you don’t really think twice about how you straddle him on the living room couch and grind against him. You desperately want more, but good girls don’t do that! And your boyfriend sucks at this thing so you’re basically doing overtime to get both of you off, and you’re just so distracted you don’t even see him come in.

Patrick who decided to come back home a bit earlier to talk to you about what happened back on tour, walks in on you grinding on your boyfriend. He is so quiet you don’t even notice him at first. But when you do you both just lock eyes as you continue. Your boyfriend who’s back is facing Patrick has no clue.

He feels jealous but also oddly turned on. Kinda amazed your boyfriend is just sitting there, when he would be going insane in his position. And well you’re turned on as well, so you continue as well. (and if patrick decides to jerk off to the sight, then its nobody’s business besides yours and his)

- 🫀

So sorry… this had to cook in the drafts for a while. FINALLY!!! MORE ART’S SISTER AU!! I know y’all have been asking for it :)

<3 anyways

Your boyfriend is Nice. He’s a good boy, really upstanding. You probably should love him, like, really love him, but you don’t. Maybe you can, if you wait long enough, if you try hard enough to forget about Patrick.

It really should be easy! You stop talking about Patrick when you call Art to check in about the tour, stop looking for his matches online. You slowly check off boxes with your boyfriend— jerk him off, grind against him while you make out, let him play with your tits. He tries to finger you, once. It doesn’t go well, you fake it five minutes in.

It’s just your luck that Patrick comes to stay for Thanksgiving, that he’s just in the next door over, sleeping on a blow up mattress on Art’s bedroom floor. Just your luck that you have to brush past him to reach for food in the pantry, or scoot next to him to brush your teeth in the morning. It’s fine. You can ignore him! You’ve been ignoring him for a while now.

Except Patrick seeks you out on purpose— he talks to you like he didn’t brush you off, like he hadn’t rebuffed your interest in him like it meant absolutely nothing. He asks you about your boyfriend, Tim— a name that he repeats with a fucking sneer. He asks about if you’re working, if you’re happy being home, if you miss traveling with him and Art.

“No,” you lie. “I like being here. I don’t want to be too far from Tim, so…” It nauseates him. He knows you’re lying, it just seems like you’re trying to make a point.

It all comes to a head the day after Thanksgiving, the day after a tense dinner and mumbled conversations and tension so thick you could have choked on it. Your grandmother was shopping, Art and Patrick offered to help, and you were alone in the house and so pent up you could scream.

Tim comes over, expects to watch Christmas movies or something stupid like that. His eyes widen when you move into his lap and kiss him hungrily, desperately. You never kissed him like that, but you needed it bad— needed an outlet for your frustration and need and angst.

Tim blushes when you pull your top off, glances around nervously to ask if anyone’s going to be home soon. His back’s to the door, so he feels even more on edge. “We’re fine,” you insist, and press your lips to his again. He groans as you grind against the bulge in his khakis, mumbles about you moving too fast, that you need to slow down. It’s white noise. “Shut up, Tim. Let me do this—“

Tim doesn’t fight back. Doesn’t bite the way Patrick can. You grind down against him harder, whimpering at the feeling of him hard and pressing against you through your thin pajama shorts. The door opens, not that Tim notices. Patrick is alone, carrying a bag from Macy’s in his hand, obviously having grown bored of the mall.

And you don’t stop— he’s the one who turned you down, he could’ve had this, had you. You keep your gaze locked on him as you move against your fucking boyfriend, whose name is the furthest thing from your mind. His hands are dead weight against your hips— he doesn’t even grab your ass. He doesn’t fucking do anything. He’s like a cardboard box made human, you don’t even know why you’ve wasted your fucking time when there’s Patrick.

Patrick who hasn’t looked away, Patrick who’s wearing a stupid fucking grin when he notices you speed up, notices the way your mouth falls open so pretty and pink inside, notices that you’re close.

You cum suddenly, hips stuttering as you ride it out, crying out the only name on your mind. “Fuck— Patrick—“

Tim freezes. You do too.

[byghostface]

Daminika asking game

Questions for Daminika/Flamian Shippers! a Thread ♥️🫀 by @ damiandefenderr on Twitter(X)

1. What’s your favorite panel/moment of them?

Need them to hold hands again please…

-[Robin(2021)#7/#11]-Artist: Gleb Melnikov-

Also this one panel of reunion hugs from the newest issue🫶♥️

-[Batman and Robin(2023)#6]-Artist: Nikola Čižmešija-

2. What was your initial reaction to them getting together?

Tears of joy + stayed up late drawing out of excitement, cuz I've been rooting for them since the Robin(2021) # 7 issue.

3. What song/lyric reminds you of daminika?

♪-We could be together, you could stay forever

We could waste time baby, nothing else matters

Oh, when I look into your eyes

I wanna bury you by my side-♪

-BURY YOU by Ari Abdul

4. How do you think their first date would go?

They catch up with each other 's life while having a meal and doodling on Damian's sketchbook at his favorite Arab restaurant.

5. What’s your headcanon for Nika regarding Damian?

She likes to listen to Damian talking about his original story and ideas, and his plans to present them with different forms of media( art, acting, music ).

//

Nika thinks Damian's an interesting and straightforward person and likes his pride in himself in the first introduction he has on Lazarus Island. Think he's an honorable and fairly challenging fighter. Plus the mystery ghost(Alfred) that keeps appearing around him intrigues her. After stealing back his manga from XXL and giving it a good read, she wanted to know more and more about him.

6. What’s your headcanon for Damian regarding Nika?

He likes to text Nika from time to time, and when he doesn't know what to say he sends pictures of his pets to her, Nika sends back pictures of her own pets(cat, insects, reptiles) and the activity she is doing or the sunset view that is outside of her room window.

//

Damian is angry with Nika at first but realizes that he can only blame himself for being impatient to learn the Death Tournament's rules, thus letting her get the upper hand. Damian thinks Nika is a quick wit, bold and resilient person. He admired her fighting skills from afar and was secretly pleased that she kept seeking him to talk and be friendly with him, and still kept a respectful personal space for him.

7. If you could publish a daminika mini, what would it be about?

daminika sketchbook tour (about their daily life inspirations, choice of art styles, their views on people who are around them), and they have doodles/comments cameo on each other's pages occasionally.

8. What do you think Bruce & Taila's reaction would be to Damian & Nika being official?

Bruce is wary about Nika but can’t say much to Damian because of his own dating/lovers history, later on, realizes what Damian has seen in her.

//

Talia tells Damian a few times how she is unimpressed by Nika, but Damian doesn’t hear a word from her after he introduces Nika to her in person.

9. What’s a trope that you think fits daminika?

Sent to kill each other (secret mission) but fell in love unintentionally when they met and learned more about one another.

10. How do you think their relationship would be like?

It’s both their first ever relationships, so they are cautious and consider each other’s feelings a lot. Damian is serious about it and mentally initiated. Nika is much more relaxed and physically initiated.

1．2 (dates and activities)．3 (taking care of each other, sleep habits, gifts) ．pet names．art styles．asking game

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

What’s the Gallifreyan belief on other immortals? I don’t know if any of the Professors at the Institute have ever heard of The Mechanisms, a crew of immortal space pirates, one of whom. The Toy Soldier, is familiar with the Doctor enough to have attempted to give advice, and I’m curious what the general view / information to know about the crew in the Whoniverse. Plus, if you havent heard of them, now you have : D - D

How do Gallifreyans regard immortals?

Interesting question! To understand Gallifreyans' stance on immortality, we need to look at their complicated history with the Menti Celesti and how this might have shaped their view of other powerful beings.

💀 The Menti Celesti: Gallifrey’s Ancient Deities

Long ago, before Gallifreyans became the masters of time, they worshipped the Menti Celesti—god-like beings representing primal forces like Time, Death, Fate, and Life. These beings were actually Eternals, immensely powerful, but still another species. At that time, Gallifrey was ruled by the Pythia, a mystical leader chosen by the Menti Celesti.

When Rassilon came into power, Gallifrey underwent a dramatic shift. The Time Lords abandoned the worship of the Menti Celesti in favour of science and temporal manipulation. This led to the overthrow of the Pythia, but in her dying moments, she cursed the Gallifreyans with sterility—a devastating event that forced the society to rely on Looms for reproduction. The Curse of the Pythia left a lasting mark on Gallifreyan culture, no doubt creating a deep distrust of deities and external control.

Fast-forward to modern Gallifrey, and worship of the Menti Celesti has become controversial. Many Time Lords see them not as gods but as just another species that once manipulated a more primitive Gallifrey. Some may even feel that Gallifrey was betrayed—first by being used, then by being cursed when they rejected the old ways.

🧙‍♂️ Gallifreyans and Immortals: The Ongoing Debate

So how would Gallifreyans view The Mechanisms or The Toy Soldier? Based on their past with the Menti Celesti, many Gallifreyans might suspect them as nothing more than another group of immortals trying to hold power over lesser beings—something the Time Lords learned to resist.

Having said this, they would probably still be curious—how do these immortals maintain their status? How do they manipulate time, if at all? Would they pose a threat or be a valuable ally?

🏫 So …

Gallifreyans have a complex relationship with immortals, and it seems far to say that they're probably 'cautiously curious'. When it comes to new immortal groups like The Mechanisms, Time Lords would definitely be wary but still interested in what makes them tick.

Related:

📺|🧶👶What is looming and how does it exist alongside natural reproduction?: Overview of looming and its place alongside natural reproduction in Gallifreyan society.

💬|👥⏲️What are Gallifreyans’ thoughts on entropy?: How Gallifreyans see and fight the concept of entropy.

💬|⏰🕯️How does religion work on Gallifrey?: Overview of the history and perception of religion throughout Gallifrey's history.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[leclerced]

Its half past 4 am and i need to go to bed too but I’ll squeeze out a final brainrot for us to sleep to

A driver on the way to winning wdc, a ROOKIE no less and after actually winning you get absolutely HATE fucked by max. Thats all i really want in life. Imagine the sexual tension all throughout the season mixed with immense hatred and hes just kidnapping you back to the hotel and letting out all the anger and frustration towards you that build up over the year until you’re completely fucked out and unable to walk for the week. Im talking CRYING from overstimulation here.

That championship may not be his but that pussy sure is now.

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oh my goood. i want her to he a redbull driver bc imagine the drama of them getting a fourth driver’s title in a row like seb did but it’s a rookie instead of max?? the drama. sorry i rambled for like an hr. oopsies i meant to be quick.

can so imagine she’s not expecting to win any races on her debut season but wins on debut and everyone is shocked when she overtakes max and the team allows it, knows they’ll still get the one two finish plus they’ll get the amazing publicity of another first time redbull driver winning on debut, making history as the first female driver winning on debut.

max is furious about it. they're not given team orders which makes it so much worse, she genuinely overtakes him and they warned him she'd be making a move on him but he didn't expect her to successfully pass him or to maintain the lead and fend him off for the rest of the race. he’s not a baby who would demand team orders in his favor, especially when he knows they wouldn’t listen because they want her to win. he’s angry they want her to win. he’s angry he wants her to win and make history like he did. he hates that he was so enthusiastic about having a rookie as a teammate, thinking he’d get to show someone the ropes and all that. but she’s beating him on debut?

it gets better with the next race because he wins and she comes in third, and he feels like everything is falling into place again. until the next race when she gets pole and wins from it, leading every lap with him stuck in third behind charles, a switch-up on the previous weeks podium lineup. it continues like that with them nearly taking each other out a few times fighting for the lead, but somehow they don’t crash out throughout the season.

i can so see them taunting each other behind closed doors, where media won't catch it. also them getting drunk and flirty and pretending it didn't happen the next day. and i can see her being happy no matter what because she's doing so well on her debut season but max is only happy and nice when he wins a race and is leading the championship, so on the nights he wins, they somehow end up together in the back of the vip area of some club, both internally debating if fucking your teammates a good idea.

she wins by a handful of points, only three, and when she’s on the first place podium she shoves that number in his face as she sprays her champagne down on him. he wants to bend her over the podium and make her swallow down his cock instead of the champagne she gulps down. he pushes the thought from his mind when she’s wiping it from her jaw as it drips down her neck and soaks her suit more than charles’s spray already had.

he doesn’t even plan on acting on his pent up fantasies until he bumps into her and charles on his way out and she has the audacity to congratulate him on second in the championship, as if he wasn’t less than half a second away from behind first. as if she wasn’t first. he’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from charles, ignoring her questions of where they’re going. she only asks twice before she falls into step next to him, her footsteps faster than his to keep up with his longer stride. she’s got her trophy, the first place race trophy in her hands and he wants to smash it thinking about how he’s going to have to give her his driver’s championship trophy. how they’re going to engrave her name and break the streak of max verstappen signatures crawling up the trophy.

she realizes what’s happening when they get in the car and he puts his hand on her knee once they’re driving then asks if it’s okay and she’s like, “are you asking if it’s okay to touch me or to kidnap me?” and he insists he’s not kidnapping her and she recounts how he grabbed her, led her to his car, opened the passenger door and pushed her inside. he blushes and apologizes, his hand still on her knee and she tells him it’s okay. they get to the hotel and she follows him to his room and neither of them speak until they’re inside and he’d tell her to say red if he needs to stop, and she asks why he would need to stop and he’s like, “well i don’t plan on stopping until you tell me to. so say red when you need me to stop.”

once she agrees he’s kissing her like she’s never been kissed and pushing her against the wall, his hand squeezing her throat and his knee pushing between her thighs. he holds her there until she’s turning away from the kiss for air, and then he steps back and tells her to strip and get on the bed. she’d stare at him for a moment and he grabs her and pushes her towards the bed and snaps at her to get on it. she strips to her underwear and starts getting on the bed and he’d tell her he didn’t say to leave them on and she turns back to him, fully dressed, and tells him to undress too. he tells her he doesn’t need to yet, and she doesn’t get why until she’s almost screaming from her third orgasm back to back. two from his fingers and one from his mouth, and he's still going. hands curled around her thighs to hold her in place.

she's crying and begging him to fuck her, and he's moaning into her pussy that she tastes so good he doesn't want to stop tasting her yet. she loses count on how many orgasm she's had before he's done eating her out, she can't tap out before they've even fucked, but she's so sensitive his tongue lapping on her clit hurts.

when he finally gives in and lines up with her entrance the stretch of his cock in her sensitive cunt nearly makes her black out. he barely lets her adjust before he's fucking her like he won tonight, telling her she looks so pretty when she cries and how good she feels around him. asking her who's making her feel this good and stopping until she begs him to keep going and answers his question. he'd tease her between kisses and hickeys he leaves on her now that she's too fucked out to object, hopes they won't be able to find makeup good enough to cover the bruises he leaves on her throat.

he keeps pulling back from kisses and spitting on his dick fucking in and out of her, saying things she can't understand in dutch, or maybe it's english and she's too fucked out to make sense of his rambling. he'd grasp her jaw when she opens it in a loud moan and hold it open before spitting in it. he'd taunt her with all the passive aggressive remarks she made during the season and when she just moans in response he’d make fun of her for being too fucked out to respond.

and then they don’t see each other over break except for work stuff and nothing happens, she gets her trophy and the exchange goes normally. and then she wins the first race of the season and she gets a repeat of the last race of the last season. after that no matter who finishes the end up in bed together, if she wins he’s angry and takes his frustration out on her, but if he wins they just go at it like rabbits and right for dominance, he’s more playful and less commanding. he’d let her suck his cock for an hour while he tells her how good she’s making him feel, telling her that this is what he deserves; a race win and a cock drunk whore on her knees choking on his cock.

[lavishl0ve]

Hiii it's me again HAHAHA I rlly love your writing, especially the last one😍

Could u please write about reader who loves biting? Both herself and Johnny? HAHAHAHAHAHA it's so weird but😭😭 anyways love youuu🫶🫶

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hii sorry for the late response on this request life hit me like a wreck 😵‍💫 but tyy !! enjoy 💋 (the song mentioned is down below if you’d like to listen!!)

Shot in the Dark plays for the fifth time this night. It does every shift I take, I’ve learned to blur it out although I find myself bobbing my head here and there. I wipe the counter, pouring a whiskey. Neat, just how he likes it. The bells strung above the door jingle as I hear his boots approach.

I turn facing him, drink in hand, placing it on the bar counter.

“Aw. You’se expecting me so early today?”

I scoff turning to him, he watches me, head slightly tilted to the right,

“Nope. You just mighty consistent comin’ here at ten each night Mr. Slaughter.” I reply, wiping the glasses.

He swishes the liquor before taking a sip, “I told ya, no need for the formalities sweetheart.”

Formalities, sure. The man didn’t even know my name, and I sure don’t plan on givin’ it to him either. He’d always come in each night, ordering that same drink. Only difference? The lady he hits on. Too bad he’s taken an interest in me.

Too bad he doesn’t have my interest.

I give him a simple mumble, “agreeing” with him. As our silence fills the bar I can tell how loud the song is now. I tend to do my job, but if I was honest… I was doing useless things, anything to look like I was busy.

“Cmon’.” He breaks the silence, “lemme get you a drink.”

I chuckle, turning toward him, “How many times I gotta tell you Mr. Slaughter?”

“I can’t drink.”

He gestured with his hands apprehensively, seeming to back off. Then he leans toward locking his eyes with mine. He glared at me through his thick eyebrows.

“Ain’t no one here Darlin’.”

His response was almost intimidating. I give him a sly smile resting my chin in my hands, hands supported by my elbows on the bar.

“My Boss.” I drag out.

He gave me a slow nod, his tongue toying with the sharp tip of his canine.

He leans in slightly closer, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt em’.”

I scan his face, up close I notice a scar that lashes along his left eye. It somehow compliments his face so well. I take a moment just to stare before answering him.

“Take a hint lover boy.” I break the tension returning back to my very important cup cleaning.

He huffs, “You ain’t no fun.”

I glance back at him, “Bite me.”

I hear the clink of him placing the glass down.

His voice is slow and smooth, “But you’d enjoy that too much.”

His words made my stomach flip, stirring something inside me, but I couldn’t show that. Instead I just shake my head. Moments pass.

“Don’t wish for things you can’t handle.” He growls.

He catches me off guard, I turn ready to fight back against his statement yet when I look at him he’s different. His eyes had darkened with criminal smirk painted on his face, he pulled it off dangerously well. Like I was his next victim.

My mouth had probably been agape for a good minute, thank god the creak of the employees only door redirected his attention. My eyes linger on him a little longer before I’m snapped away.

“Y/N I need ya to take the trash out before you close up.” My boss dawns on that same worn baseball cap he always wears, “Have a nice night y’all.”

And just like that we’re alone. I can hear my name replaying in his head. There goes my plan of not telling him. I try to avoid that small talk with him, walking over to the trash can pulling the hefty bag out. I spin around catching myself before bumping into his wide frame. There he stands towering over me, a little too close. I hadn’t even heard him walk over. He drags his calloused hand over my arm, trying to free my grip from the trash bag.

“Lemme help you with that.” he smirks.

He never broke eye contact, and there I stayed stunned again. Maybe this plan couldn’t work out. He was mighty fine and dare I say charming… but I was one of the many girls he did this to. Just remember that y/n.

I wanted to argue, say this was my job and that I was assigned to do it, nonetheless I was speechless. And with a simple break of my grip he hurls the bag over his shoulder like it was nothing, walking out, triggering that same bell over the door. I can finally take a breath.

Maybe multiple.

I had lost track of time, almost two in the mornin’. I had been long overdue to clock out but talking to Johnny had me attentive. The soft music in the back with the glow of the neon lights made it felt all too surreal. A little liquid courage helped me cool down a bit too, although I hate to admit he got what he wanted. I did have a few drinks. We were chatting for hours, talking about the basic things like favorite colors and ages to random stuff. It had all begun to blur into my mind past one point. His company was strangely nice.

He chuckled slightly, “It’s late Darlin’ can I drive ya home?”

I roll my eyes sarcastically at his remark, “I’m capable of handling myself Mr. Slaughter.”

He looks at my eyes, glancing down at my lips and back up again.

“I’m sure you could.”

I raise my eyebrows in response. His voice cuts through again.

“But chu’ been drinkin’.”

“And you haven’t?” I toy.

“I think you’d know I can handle my alcohol just fine.” He winks.

Each time he did one of those moves I felt all fuzzy. Stupid, like I was a school girl with some crush. But no, I didn't like him. I wouldn’t allow myself to.

I walked to the back room to clock out, turning off the lighting inside the bar, he stands leaning in the doorframe waiting for an answer.

I walk up towards him, he doesn’t budge, “Scuse’ you.”

“Scuse’ me?” he laughs “You the one who ain’t gave me an answer.”

He leans slightly over me.

“You got your answer.” I reply tilting my head up to him.

I push my way through him, aiming for the door. The cold air washes over me as I’d open the front door. The nights here aren’t usually this cold. I shiver slightly, his warm hand catches my arm again. I turn to him, he walks, pushing me backwards.

“Lemme do this one thing.”

His tone was soft, sort of pleading. He had sounded so sincere, I had almost felt bad.

I breathe in deep, “Johnny…” I long out, hoping he’ll give it up.

I hit the back of his truck, he presses his body closer to me than ever and just stares. He won’t give it up. I notice that now. His eyes bore into mine just waiting. But not for my response. I can feel his body against me with each breath he takes. The air now feels hotter and thicker than ever, my heartbeat in my throat.

His hand moves the hair from my face, he also hesitates for a moment. I can’t help but give him a soft reassuring nod. That was all he needed, that simple understanding. And then, in that suspended moment, our lips met—a gentle collision of warmth and lust. It felt a dance of intimacy, a symphony of emotions conveyed through a single, lingering kiss which had built up this night. His lips were warm and cracked, his fingers tangled in my hair. He was hungry, craved for more as he pushed deeper into the kiss. His taste of whiskey and smoke invaded my senses, I felt blurred and my mind gave in. I pushed back with the same amount of force, needing all of him, all of his taste. Fuck. How he tasted so good.

It had become a power struggle, seeing who gave in first, nevertheless I knew it would be me. I break away, gasping for air, he doesn’t stop for a second, moving down to my neck, he kisses and marks as his hands explore my body, moving all over. He suddenly bites down lightly, a gasp escapes my mouth. The sting courses through my veins. The vibration of his chuckle beneath me revives me from the pain.

“J- Johnny…” I stutter.

I intwine my hands through his hair, lightly pulling it away, a sign to stop. I had pushed him too far, he was going after he wanted.

“No.” He mumbles, slipping his large hands under my tank top.

I breathe in deep as he works his way up and under my bra. We have to stop, my mind knows I can’t do this with him. But my body’s telling me differently. Was it the alcohol? Maybe.

I moan lightly from his touch, from the drag of his tongue, he suddenly breaks away.

“Get in the car.” He demanded.

Johnny had looked like a starved wolf, staring me down waiting to obey his order. With each step I take back he follows keeping us in close contact. I do not turn away, I do not break eye contact. He can watch me as much as he wants. I open the back door of his white truck, crawling backward inside. He follows shortly after, topping me, urgently resuming that kiss. His hand glides along my left leg propping it up, slipping his hand under through my shorts. He toys with my panties, twirling them in his fingers. We can play this game.

I slip my palms into his jeans, past his belt. I stroke him softly as he gasps into my mouth.

“Need some help there Mr. Slaughter~..?” I amusingly ask.

He rises above me, unbuckling his sliver belt, “You gon’ fuckin’ get it tonight.”

I chew on my fingernail savoring him, he glides the leather belt off. He suddenly grabs me, flipping me onto my stomach.

He leans close into my ear, “I think you needa be shown some discipline darlin’.”

He grabbed my hands, locking them within the leather. Propping me up, my back to his chest as he runs his hands down under my bra, teasing, rolling his fingers making me squirm with every touch. His arm gripped tight around my waist keeping me in place. He pressed his lips against my ear causing me to tilt my head slightly backward.

“You wanna give in.?” He growls.

I turn my head to look at him, “But you’d enjoy that too much.” I remarked.

That same juvenile smirk reappears on his face. If only I knew what I was getting myself into.

His hands work down to the button of my pants, throwing me toward he rips them off my legs with my shirt following after. I can hear the ripping of fabric behind me, in turn, he holds the remains of what my tank top once was. Taking a piece Johnny twists it and wraps it around my mouth.

“You gon’ need it.”

He then pulls back on the part of fabric secured in his fist causing me to be thrown back upright. He sweeps the hair off from my collarbone, giving himself free access to my neck. He digs his canines deeper than the first time, the pain shooting straight down my spine. I arch back in response to the pain but his mouth follows my body close digging, deeper and deeper. Skin breaks and I feel warm liquid drip down my shoulder, nonetheless he doesn’t stop like a starved wolf. It became an excruciating tearing sensation, as if he had been pulling my person apart. The pain surged through every fiber of my being, and the world blurred into a chaotic whirlwind of agony. Darkness enveloped me, tearing through my senses with an unrestrained brutality. I felt the sucking of his lips on my sweet liquid, the pulsations only made the pain more relentless. With each drip of life he took from me the stinging intensified.

The ripping of flesh peaked, I would try and pull away only to be met with his hard thrust into me. I scream out from the impact as he catches me from the fall, he breathes in deep, arms tightening around me. Johnny's muscles tense, his grip around my breasts squeezing. His other hand slides down my body, between my shaken legs, finding the spot driving me wild. He uses this leverage to push deeper inside, claiming me completely. Johnny's pace fastened, his rhythm trying to push himself as far into me. His girth stretching me out, met with that same stinging sensation. The symphony throbbed all throughout my body, the bittersweet harmony conjoined as the sensations danced on the border between pleasure and pain. The subtle sting of desire intertwined with the electric pulses left me breathless. Every touch was a harsh contradiction, a merging of pleasure and a hint of agony that made the experience all the more intense and unforgettable.

It made me feel alive.

Johnny pants out, the moisture of his sweat and breath transferred onto my bare body. His movements became jerkier, more erratic as he held on. With a final slam of his hips he collapses onto me, trapping me between the car seat and his body. His heavy breaths dig into my ears, swooshing my messy hair back over my shoulder I can feel his eyes analyzing me.

“I got cha’ good hm?” he mocks pressing into me.

I’d assume the bite was worse than I had thought since the stinging became more prevalent than ever now, it had felt like my skin was on fire. The cold feeling from the lick of his tongue cools off the burning. He cleans off each trail of blood from my body. Savoring every essence. I run my hand over the bite, the indentation of his teeth marked into me.

I was now his.