#I SEE TAKES SO BAD I HAVE TO GO ON A WALK TO CALM DOWN IN MY NOTES LIKE EVERY DAY

[scented-morker]

Skz when their overworked idol!gf faints

thank you to the anon that requested this!! it is LONG and idk why I gave so much backstory for all of them, but yolo! 2.3k words, fainting and overworking, a couple mentions of weight loss, worried and stressed skz. I fear this qualifies as angst

Chan

He's plenty familiar with the signs of being overworked

He's been trying to support you in any way possible, sending you meals to the company building and convincing you to get rest

You feel bad about giving the food away to your members and texting him goodnight while still working, but you're just too much of a perfectionist

He's excited to be on music bank at the same time as you because he's been having girlfriend withdrawals bc of how busy you were

So so happy watching you and your group rehearse, fawning over your oversized hoodie and little dance moves

But right as the dance break ends he sees you go down

Is nervous that you tripped, but he's sure you'll get back up fine and he'll just kiss your boo boos later

But then you don't get up, and he sees your members start yelling for help

When he realizes you passed out 🙃

Screw being secretive, he's jumping up onto the stage, taking his hoodie off and using it to prop your head up, interrogating all of your members about the last time you ate and your sleep schedule

He tells your manager that under no circumstances are you performing anytime soon

You're stuck laying in the green room with doctors surrounding you until the show is over and then instead of being sent home, Chan is taking you himself

You WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF, and that is a threat

Spends the next week fawning over you, cooking you meals and cuddling you half to death

"You scared me, angel. Let me take care of you now."

Minho

When I tell you he's pissed

He was so excited when you told him about your multiple stages for the golden disk awards

Until you're at three rehearsals a day along with fittings, photo shoots, and appearances

He loves that you're booked and busy, but not THAT BOOKED

He wakes up to your goodnight and good morning texts only hours apart and he cant think of the last time you were home for dinner

He's sent multiple paragraphs to your manager and emailed your company, to no response

He keeps telling himself he just has to make it through the award show and then everything will calm down

However, the lights going down at the end of your stage aren't dark enough to hide you fainting half way off the stage, and he doesn't even notice when he jumps to his feet

He gets yelled at to sit back down, and he only does so in order to grab his phone and call your manager ten times until they pick up

"Oh my gosh she's fine, stop calling."

"She just fainted on stage. She's not fine. Where are you?"

They don't want to tell him, but he pries the information out of them and soon he's tearing off backstage to find you

He kicks everyone out, and he looks so scary that they actually listen

"I'm sorry," your voice sounds so small, still weak from fainting and worried that he's mad at you

But he just shushes you, sitting down on the couch you're stretched out on and pulling you into him

"It's ok baby. You did so good. My strong girl. Just rest."

You sigh into the crook of his neck and he holds you backstage for the rest of the show, idol image be damned

Changbin

HIS BABY IS MAKING HER SOLO DEBUT

He could not be happier or prouder if he tried

He knows it's a lot of work, especially since you're producing and writing all of the songs yourself

He tells himself that he's overreacting, it's normal to see less of you when you're working on such a big project

But you always feed him with updates and stories about your day

So when he hasn't heard from you in three whole days, he's showing up at your stage rehearsal

He doesn't care what anyone says, he needs to physically see you or he's going to have a heart attack

He's relieved when you walk on stage, because at least you're alive

But it doesn't take very long for him to notice the dark bags under your eyes or the way your hand is shaking around your microphone

The second you hit the ground he's running

A background dancer carries you off stage, and they barely hit the curtain before he's snatching you out of their grasp

He walks with you so gently, sitting down on a couch and cradling you while the nurse takes your vitals

He's the first thing you see when you open your eyes and it squashes all of the fear that had filled your gut about what just happened

"Hi doll." He coos, and you give him a tiny smile

"I missed you"

Once you're cleared he's ordering takeout to his dorm and taking you home

Your performance is postponed because Changbin still hasn't put you down a week later

Hyunjin

He knows how excited you were to be going on tour for the first time, and that reminder has been the only thing getting him through

Every time you're meant to come home your company adds another night or a new leg, and Hyunjin is SICK OF IT

Poor guy has not seen his girlfriend in OVER A MONTH

He loves you so much that he watches clips of every show and performance

And he knows you so well that he notices the hollowness of your cheeks and the way you've started to struggle to keep up your energy on stage

Buys a ticket right then and there to your next show, not trusting anyone else to take care of you

He's standing in the wings as you and your group finish your first set of songs, rushing off stage to change outfits

He legit screams when you go down, and if the fans didn't notice before they definitely did after that

One of your members picks you up and soon there's a flurry of people running around trying to make sure you're ok

The other girls are shooed away to go change, with a manager insisting "the show must go on"

Hyunjin sends the man what is quite possibly the dirtiest look to ever exist

When you come to, your boyfriend is holding onto you for dear life, fighting away any staff member that tries to talk to you or coax you back onto the stage

He takes you back to your changing room and locks the door, feeding you small bites like a child and stroking a hand through your hair

"Don't worry about them, be here now. I got you."

Jisung

He's shocked when you casually mention news of your comeback at lunch together one day

"Aren't you not even done with this promotion yet? How are you already having another comeback?"

You shrug, saying something about your brother group not doing very well revenue wise and your boss wanting to take advantage of your groups current success

Jisung frowns at that, but decides to keep it to himself, surely as your companies main money maker you'll be well taken care of

But then you don't come home after your music bank performance because you have to run to a dance rehearsal

And then you have to cancel date night to re-record an entire song

Jisung shows up at the first sound check for your new comeback, and you happily give him a kiss before heading onto stage with your group

He frowns, worried about how small you felt in his arms and how weak your hold on his hand was

He sees you teeter once, accidentally bumping into another member before fully crashing onto the stage

He feels like he can't breathe watching the girls try to get you up and responsive

Your fans are screaming and there's a paramedic running over

He's holding onto your hand the entire time your vitals are being taken, tears streaming down his face

Once you're cleared he's wrapping you in a blanket and holding onto you like you're made of glass

When you wake up he's promising to never ever let you out of his sight again

"We're becoming a duo. You're never allowed to scare me like that again."

Felix

He is worlds proudest boyfriend

He gets to watch HIS GIRL perform onstage AT COACHELLA

He'd spent the day with you, taking pictures of your festival outfit and reapplying your sunscreen to try and keep you safe while in the middle of the literal desert

You'd kissed him goodbye three hours before your stage was scheduled for, needing time to get ready and have some extra rehearsal time

He isn't sure why considering you'd had rehearsal every day this week while also making interview appearances and flying to different locations in between instead of sleeping

He's trying his best not to worry, but your eyes are looking hollowed and he isn't sure the last time you slept in an actual bed instead of a plan seat

It makes him sad to see you unable to give your best energy during the performance, though you even at 50% was still the most exciting performance of the day

He plans on being backstage when you exit after at least two more encores, but you apologize for no encore tonight and are only halfway off the stage when you go down

Let's out the worlds biggest gasp

He follows right behind the paramedic that carries you off the stage and into the back, refusing to be more than a foot away from you at all times

He calls and cancels the rest of your appearances himself, insisting that you need to be resting

You do not escape his hold or your bed for the next two days

"Just let me take care of you! You deserve some princess treatment right now."

Seungmin

He's so so excited that you're also at lalapalooza bc that means you guys can spend time together even tho you're working!!

You're even an mc, so he gets to stare at you on the screen backstage, which just so happens to be his favorite hobby

He wasn't expecting your group to actually perform considering you'd just finished the Japanese leg of your tour and had been performing every night for the last few weeks

But he sees your stage listed on that days performance list, and he frowns thinking about it

He'd made you tea last night after you'd showed up to his hotel room on the verge of losing your voice, and you were so tense when you laid down that he'd rubbed your back for almost an hour with no difference

"Are you sure you should be performing?" He asks as soon as he enters your changing room

"No, but it's just one more stage and then I get to rot in bed for a while. So I'll be okay."

He still doesn't like it, and he shakes his head but gives you a hug anyways, rubbing a soothing hand down your arm

"You better."

He's so stressed he can't stay in the boys waiting room and he stands under the stage as he watches the lift take you and your group up

He catches a glimpse of your performance from the monitor to his left, and he barely breathes until you're taking your last bows

It isn't until the stage starts moving to bring you back down that he sees you wobble uncertainly before falling onto the ground

All of your members jump in surprise, but they don't even have time to react before he's jumping up with them, the lift not even fully on the ground yet

He picks you up and lays you down on one of the spare blankets backstage, propping your head up against his torso while the rest of your body lays between his legs

His thumb rubs your cheek while the medical team checks you out, clearing you when you become responsive

You blink up at him slowly, eyes shiny from unshed tears

"I guess I was wrong."

He sighs, letting you bury yourself into his chest

"That's okay, I've got you now."

Jeongin

End of the year award shows were no joke, and Jeongin knew you were working hard for your performances

Your group had just finished promoting your last album when the never ending flood of award shows started, and he'd found you knocked out asleep in the most random places the past couple weeks

He hated that your group had such loud antis, because he knew how much pressure you were under to prove yourself

You'd told him about the strenuous dancing you were doing, learning borderline acrobatic tricks while conditioning like you were trainees all over again

He'd done his best to remind you to rest and slip protein bars into every bag you owned, but he knew you were past exhausted

He momentarily forgot his worrying when you were performing, and he let out cheers and danced with the rest of his group while you and your members put on an incredibly challenging performance

But all of the fun was drained out of the air when he saw you go down on stage as soon as the camera zoomed in on your maknae's ending fairy

The lights drop, and Jeongin whips his head around in every direction, trying to think of anything he can do to help

Hyunjin asks him to “go to the bathroom” with him as soon as you’re offstage, and that’s all the clearance Jeongin needs to go running backstage

You’re already awake when he finds you, small tears slipping down your face while you nurse on a water bottle

You can’t even say hi before he’s practically tackling you, pulling you so close that you can feel his own heartbeat in your chest

“Are you okay? Oh my gosh you scared me. Don’t ever do that again.”

Your members leave the two of you be while Jeongin clings to you, refusing to let you go for hours, constantly brushing his hands against your heartbeat

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Patience - Jana El Alfy

💌 Syn: Jana is learning to have patience with her girlfriend but that said patience gets tested a lot

»»— warnings: none?

»»— notes: requested by @elalfywhore i hope this is what you meant by ditzy!reader i genuinely didn’t know that word before your request 🥲 lmk if you want anything added or changed 🙏

»»— word count: 1k

»»— pair: jana el alfy x ditzy!reader

jana’s never really had patience, like at all - so dating her girlfriend of 5 months she had to learn patience

which let me tell you - that is not easy to do especially when said girlfriend tests that new patience everyday

“babe where’s my hoodie? i need to leave for the game.” jana says walking into the bedroom and looking at you sitting on the bed reading a book

you lift your head up from the book and look at her with a guilty look on your face “i took your laundry to the washer about 25 minutes ago, i thought you already had everything you needed. i’m sorry”

jana just pinches the bridge of her nose and walks to the shared closet, trying to find some type of jacket she can wear as it is the middle of winter

you just sat on the bed looking at the closet door where jana is, concerned about if maybe you overstepped.

jana then walks out wearing a hoodie a few sizes to small looking extremely uncomfortable

“alright i’m leaving, i’ll see you at the game?” jana says walking towards the bedroom door

“yeah i’ll be there, i’m sorry again” you say feeling bad that she now has to wear a to small of a hoodie “it’s fine. i’ll see you either before or after the game” jana says walking up to you and giving you a kiss on the lips “ok i love you”

“i love you too” she said while walking towards and out the door

you forgot about the game

after jana left, you kept reading your book as it wasn’t time to leave yet, jana just had to leave because she’s on the team.

by the time you were supposed to leave, your book had just reached a page turner. You just couldn’t put the book down without knowing what happened next - which is a bad thing because you had a alarm set to remind you to leave for the game … and you turned it off instead of snoozing it saying “I’ll leave after I finish this chapter” as a reminder to yourself.

said reminder did not work and didn’t even have a chance at being a reminder.

“BABE” you hear jana yell and shortly after hear the front door slam shut

“in the bedroom” you call out to her making her storm into the room “what the actual fuck?” she says angrily while throwing her duffel somewhere around the room

“i waited like 30 minutes after the game for you in our normal spot, just thinking you were trapped up in the crowd just for you to be here the whole time? what happened to you coming to the game?” jana says huffing while shredding out of her track suit and getting dressed into her pajamas as she already showered in the locker room.

“oh my god, i forgot i am so sorry! i was reading my book and it got to a good par-“

“you forgot about me and my game, that you promised you were going to over a book?” jana said trying to not show how mad and upset she is knowing how sensitive you are

you look down at your hands “ i’m sorry jana. i didn’t mean to forget, i set an alarm and i turned it off instead of snoozing it. i swear i didn’t mean to forget.” you say feeling really guilty

jana just takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales trying to remain calm and practice with her newly learned and still learning patience “it’s fine. you’re good.”

“jana-“ “baby you’re good. i promise. i’m not mad.” jana says getting in the bed “what about dinner? did you eat yet? i’ll go make us dinner. i’m really sorry about the game jana.” you ramble out really fast

“yeah i’ll eat, i haven’t eaten yet.” jana says while starting to open her phone. you nod and get up from the bed walking towards the kitchen

after making dinner you plated the food and went to the cup cabinet grabbing two cups and filling them with both of your guys favorite drinks.

as you were walking back towards the tray that the plates were on you tripped on your own feet, making the glasses drop and break - spilling the drinks everywhere

jana quickly runs in and sees what happened running over to you, while you were starting to pick up glass pieces from the floor

“go sit down i got it” jana says pulling on your arm trying to get you away from the glass “no jana i can do it, i broke them so i pick up the mess.”

jana takes a deep breath in “babe” she says in a warning tone “go sit down. i got it, you’re gonna get hurt”

“no jan-“ “i’m being dead serious. go sit down” jana demands with a angry tone making you sigh and walk towards the living room, watching jana as she picks up your mess

once she’s done she goes to the cabinet and grabs two more cups filling them with the same drinks - then puts them on the tray and grabs the actual tray and sets it on the center table in the living room right in front of you.

“there we go” jana says while plopping down on the couch and resting her head back for a minute “i’m really sorry about everything-“

“baby you are fine ok? i’m not mad” jana says wrapping her arm around your shoulder - making her bring your head to rest on her chest

“are you sure?” you ask tracing the design on her shirt with your finger “i’m positive baby. you know i’m still working on my patience, that’s all” jana says rubbing your back “you’ve gotten better” you say mumbling to her “oh yeah?” she asks making you lift your head from her chest and look at her with a smile on your face - nodding while saying “definitely”

she just shakes her head amusingly and pulls you into a kiss, deepening the kiss after a little bit

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03

[writingoddess1125]

1999 pt. 7

Kurt Wagner x Fem Reader

Some Angst, Sad Topics

Reader has Empath abilities where she can feel others’ emotions, her mind can’t be read by either, and if she touches someone she can make them feel what she feels.

Marvel Masterlist <<

Milo had always been prepared to hate his father, to hate the man who had left his children and their mother- to suffer and figure it out on their own.

However- When he saw that man's face.. the sparkle in his eyes and despite seeing awkward and terrified- happy to see them, joyous almost...

It was too much and Milo felt like his got sucked into the vacuums of space.. He honestly didn't know why he just walked out of the house, it took him about 4 blocks down the street to actually use his mutation to get to where he wanted instead of walking.

Ending up with Milo had his forehead pressed against a tree, his mind oddly blank and clear of any thoughts- his chest felt hollow and body felt like it was barely there. Only just.. existing in this moment.

However it seemed he was taking it better then Leon who had his face smashed into his knees crying with his tail wrapped around him. Sobbing so hard that he was hiccuping and seemingly having a panic attack-

"T-This is so fucked man.." Leon finally hiccuped out, Lifting his head enough to wipe the tears and snot from his face. Milo finally snapping from his almost comatose state.

Milo slowly moving plopped down on the grass next to Leon.

"Yeah it is..."

Leon looked to his sibling seeing that vacant and clearly shell shocked look-

"...You look like someone who got back from war dude" Leon managed to sniffle out as he wiped his face more, Milo pushing Leon with his tail lightly.

"Yeah and you're crying like a chick who lost her husband in a war" Both boys now able to at least crack a smile, starting to at least somewhat calm down.

Milo looking around the patch of seemingly overgrown trees and grass around them and humming.

"How did we end up in the same spot if we left at different time..." He mumbled.

"Cause we go to the exact same place everytime we freak out"

Both boys looked at each other. "Behind the Gas Station" they mumbled in unison- before seeming laughing a bit at this.

The two sat in silence for a while longer hours passing as they watched as the sky darkened.

"We.. are gonna have to face all of this huh-"

Leon nodded at this as he clicked his tongue with a nod.

"Yep-"

Milo sighed heavily and rubbed his face harshly. Clearly not really up for this type of situation in the slightest.

"We need a gameplan.. like- Odviously Mom is gonna do 'I know this is a lot and you have questions- So' blah blah-" Milo started as he seemed to try and logically think this over and-

"Why are we blue.. And the fuck is with the tail?" Leon cut in- Milo blinking at his brother.

"Thats.. a good question actually.."

Both boys spent a better part of an hour thinking over every question they could ever think of. From the Eyes, Teeth, Tail, Why the bad smell when they teleport, and a host of others as why as the obvious one of why he wasn't in their life.

After an hour of this when it was almost pitch black did the two feel satisfied with their list of questions.

Now standing there apprehensive and seemingly stalling- Leon breaking first.

"Alright lets..lets... go home-"

Both teens nodded as they nodded and disapeared, appearing in their backyard. It seemed like a bad idea to just burst in the house so they slowly slid open the window and crawled in- Glancing around the area as both boys could already tell it had been used.

Especially seeing what seemed to be take out on the island- Leon stepping over to it and silently opening up the boxes to see some fairly decent Italian food. Which Leon took the chance to shove some cold garlic bread in his mouth-

Milo however went into the junk drawer to get a pen silently to make sure they had all the questions written down that they had-

However after he had written down the 4th one and Leon had eaten 2 more pieces of bread the kitchen lights flicked on making both boys jump- well 3 as Kurt jumped from his sleeping position on the couch.

(Y/N) standing there, arms crossed in her robe as she stared at her sons and now Kurt who were all wide eyed.

"...We either all go to bed, or have a conversation now"

Her voice felt like law as all three blue men seemed to awkwardly squirm in their place, However the twins couldn't help but have their eyes land on the man on the couch- who seemed to be stealing glances at them like he was afraid of getting caught just as they were with him.

Milo swallowed thickly as he held up the napkin he had managed to write the start of his questions.

"We- have questions.."

That one sentence turned into the 4 of them now in the livingroom, (Y/N) having heated up both boys the leftovers as Her and Kurt sat on one side and Milo and Leon sat on the otherswide.

Leon and Kurt looking at each other awkwardly while Milo and (Y/N) seemed to be having the most intense staring contest in the world. (Y/N) finally sighing as she gave a soft nod.

"You two have the floor-"

"Um- Why are we blue?" Leon weakly asked seemingly breaking the ice, Kurt giving a shy smile at this as he rubbed his hands together.

"My Mutter is blue- It seemed to simply be a popular trait I suppose" He said softly.

"Why didn't you want us?" Milo shot back sharply, making Kurt eyes widen.

"N-Nein.. Milo I never- I didn't know, I would never not want you.. or you Leon.. I.."

He looked to (Y/N) finally who seemingly refused to look at him, however he could see her eyes watering.

"It was my fault- I failed all of you.. Back then I had assumed that your mother was cheating on me.. and with how fragile my ego was, I didn't want to listen to her. I know now she was trying to tell me she was having you two but.. I am foolish" Kurt said softly, his hands tightly clasp as he looked down at them. Guilt eating through his soul.

(Y/N) now finally turned to look at him, a swirl of emotions on her face.

"You thought I was cheating on you? Are you fucking serious Kurt I gave you a God damn card and-" Kurt seemed to sink further in his seat.

"...I didnt... read till a few weeks ago" He mumbled out, feeling (Y/N) glaring at him. He was sure if she hadn't thrown a lamp at him before she would have done it now.

However much to the whole family surprise this game of what felt like 20 questions was oddly- pleasant? With some sprinkling of awkward moments.

From telling of Kurt's early life in a Circus which seemed to peak Leon interest, Their heritage, to explaining how he discovered his parentage which even surprised (Y/N)- However it seemed Kurt kept his career as an Xmen for a different time.

However when (Y/N) finally got questioned- She wasn't exactly thrilled at the line of questioning, especially from Kurt.

"Where were the children born?-" He hade asked softly clearly ment to be innocent however it truthfully was a heavy topic.

"You Gave Birth on Za floor of a resturant?" Kurt said horrified, Leon and Milo also shocked.

"Chicago, In the bathroom floor of a Dinner"

The silence that fell over was almost suffocating-

"I thought we were born in a Hospital in Cook County?" Milo asked equally horrified. (Y/N) shaking her head calmly.

"Well, you two got your birth certificates there- but no, you were born on the floor of the diner I was working at.. and I raised you two in a woman's shelter for the first few months of your life"

Kurt felt the air leave his lungs, his hands so tightly clasp almost white with how hard it was. Regret so strong he could taste it like it was bile in his throat.

The group now sitting in silence as the weight of those words seemed to sink in. (Y/N) swallowing thickly as she looked at the clock on the wall.

"And You didn't tell us?- How many things have you not told us?" Leon said softly, looking to his Mother as for the first time, anger flickered through him.

"...A lot..."

"Let's pick this back up later.. all of us need to sleep.. You boys head off to bed okay?"

There seemed to be a silent agreement to leave the other questions lie as the boys silently got up, tossing out their paper plates of food and walked to their rooms silently, (Y/N) not missing the side glare from Leon and the hollow look on Milo's.

(Y/N) rubbing her head, having felt overwhelmed by the constant waves of emotions- truthfully feeling nauseous by it all. Standing up prepared to probably take some sort of headache medicine and lay down for the evening- or morning in this case.

As she turned to leave Kurt hand shot up and grabbed her own. (Y/N) facing him as she saw the grim and deathly serious look on his face.

"...can we speak for a few moments longer?"

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[evilbirdy]

Hii, could you do a fic of Se-mi with reader, who’s Thanos’ little sister and is the total opposite of her brother? Se-mi adores her, has a soft spot for her, trusts her and kind of feels bad for her, since she’s like calm and quiet with a chaotic brother 😭 also unlike her brother reader never takes drugs, smokes, etc. maybe headcanons or just a one-shot can be in or outside of Squid game au idrc

That you were right in front of me

now playing~ infrunami by steve lacy

Se-mi x fem!reader

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omg guys, my writing is becoming shirt, is this what writers block feels like 😭

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Thanos is an…interesting person, he captivates the room, gets all the girls, loves the attention.

You are the other hand are nothing like that, you are reserved, you have barely held hands with someone, and you hate being put out on the spot.

You both are the two sides of the same coin, the same but so different.

When Se-mi met you, she didn’t believe you were Thanos’s younger sister until she came over to your house. She felt so into you, you were smart, kind, sweet. You were very shy until you both had gotten closer than you let down a wall only for her.

Likewise, she has a little spot in her heart for you, she felt bad, you kinda had to take care of your older brother since your parents weren’t around and Thanos was drowning himself in drugs and alcohol.

That’s why you never partake in said activities, you hated watching your brother destroy himself slowly, you always scolded him as you made him a meal to help his hangovers or highs.

“Really Su-bong you downed three bottles of soju, wh-what would our parents say, huh?” Min-su and Nam-gyu was carrying him into the living room onto the couch, Se-mi stood next to you the whole time, as much as she loved seeing Thanos in such an embarrassing state, she didn’t like you being in distress.

Thanos tried to explain himself but you held your hand making him cut himself off, you walked into the kitchen with Se-mi following you.

“ *sigh* I apologize for my brother’s antics…again,’ you laid your head on the counter before going to the fridge and grabbing a water.

“No worries, I would rather babysit Thanos for decades, if it means I get to be here with you,” you looked to her, smiling all giddy. You two had some silent attraction to each other. You knew she liked you and she knows you like her, it was all on who was gonna say what.

“Thanks for being here, Se-mi,” you walked up to her, kissing her cheek before going to give your brother his water. She touched the spot you just kissed, she looks down her face becoming red.

A couple of weeks later, your brother was out recording his little tracks, Se-mi came over to your house for the fifth time that week, she might as well sleep over at this point.

You were laying your legs across Se-mi’s lap, she traces her fingers on your legs, she smirks watching how you got all flustered.

“Hey umm (your nickname),” you looked up at her, titling your head. She leans her head back onto the headboard.

“I um I really really like you, like these past few months, I have never felt this way about someone, like come on, I have chosen to hang around Thanos of all people to be with you,” you giggled, you took her face into her hand, you kissed her cheek and looked to her.

“i like you too, Se-mi, I never though could love but…you made happen. Are you really sure you want to be with me though cause that also means committing to my brother in a way,” she sighs pulling you into her. “Like I said I would spend decades babysit that man-child if it means having you with me every day,” she kisses me all over your face as you laugh.

[prlssprfctn]

It is no secret that Jason Todd has a soft spot for kids. His family knew it for a while, figured by the way he always changed the intonation of his grumbling voice around them, and stopped to help them out with whatever was puzzling their little, chaotic minds.

But it is still so unusual for them to see Jason actually acting soft around random kids.

So, when Dick accidentally walks on Jason and a little crying kid in the alleyway, during the patrol, he... freezes a little. There is something absolutely cute in a way big bad Red Hood kneels in front of the kid, while animatedly telling some stupid, funny story with all sounds effects rolling down his tongue, and big gestures. The kid giggles, gasps, and eventually stops crying, wrapping little arms around "brother's Hood" neck. Jason gets grumpier when he notices Dick staring at them, but that's fine. It is still cute-cute.

The next week, Tim stumbles across Red Hood, distracting a homeless boy scared of explosions by playing with him. When the boy jokingly hits him on the shoulder, Red Hood dramatically falls on the ground, gripping his "wound," and Tim can't help but stifle a laughter along with a boy.

Barbara listens through the comms as Red Hood hums some lullaby to a girl, he saved from Black Mask's goons. Damian catches Red Hood taking off his helmet for a toddler to stop crying at the sight of an unknown big guy around.

But the point stands: Jason always finds a way to protect kids, and that's something they all are used to.

...They just don't expect kids to protect Red Hood.

When Jason gets hit with a fear toxin — again — and Bruce figures out that he mindlessly, in a total state of panic, went to the Crime Alley, Bruce is... alarmed. None of them handle fear toxin well, but Jason has guns on him, and his memories are the worst. He practically sprints to the location Jason's tracker is, and... stops in the tracks.

Jason is here, full in his armour, curled in the dark, dirty alleyway with kids surrounding him. There tenths — maybe more of them — and they are trying to calm shivering and panicked Red Hood down. A little girl pats him on the helmet, and another boy hugs him gently. They all murmur something, debating about what to do, and Bruce needs a good minute to remember why is he even here.

'Hey!' Some kid from the crowd notices him first, instantly frowning. 'Back off from there. Don't touch brother Hood.'

Bruce doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry.

'I... I am here to help,' he softens his voice. 'Don't worry, kiddo. Thanks for keeping him safe, but—'

'Uh-uh,' the girl glares at him under uneven bangs while shaking her finger in the air. 'We don't trust you. Back off.'

...Jesus, surely Bruce remember times when kids were scared of him, but this is the first time they are actually so bold around him. And it is definitely the first time someone stops him from taking care of his own kid.

Kids from this side of town are really built differently.

'I—'

'Hey,' some taller teenager runs towards them, slightly out of breath as he shakes a can in his hand, addresing his next question to other kids: 'I bought his favourite beer. Do you think it is going to help?'

Should he be concerned that kids on the streets know Jason's favourite beer and bought it despite them being... clearly not of the age of drinking? Probably. Is it also a little bit amusing that they think alcohol would help? Yeah.

'I have an antidote,' Bruce clears his throat. 'I just need to inject it, alright? Please, trust me. I am here to help.'

They all exchange questioning glances between each other. Jason is still pretty much out of it, muttering some nonsense under his breath, shaking as a leaf — not crowbar, not again, please — but when a little girl in dress asks him if he wants to see Batman, his eyes clear just for a split second, before he mouths a small, scared Dad.

By the end of the day, when Jason falls asleep, recovering from the toxin, and kids finally seem to trust Batman enough not to hurt their big brother and let them go, Barbara and Dick tease Bruce non-stop about how kids humbled him. Still, Bruce feels a strange softness settling in his chest.

Maybe he wasn't always here to protect Jason. Maybe he still fails to do it sometimes, not knowing what to do with his son, but... at least Jason still has someone in this world, someone so loyal and loving.

So, yeah. Jason Todd is great at defending kids. But so are they.

[jayybugg]

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ghostface!gojo x ghostface!choso x ghostface!geto x reader

summary: there are vicious killing happening in your city and you're closer to it than you think.

warnings: mask kink, creampies, coercion, the boys are serial killers, a tiny bit of knife play, reader is a bit crazy naive, reader is oblivious, virgin!choso, nicknames for the boys, foursome, eiffel tower with gojo and geto, mahito and mei mei mentioned.

word count: 6.2k

note: this is my first jjk fic and I'm super excited for it. i hope you guys like it. hi to any new moots this brings in. :)

pics from pinterest: @/k__a, @/polariae (twitter), @/aransmind (twitter).

part two

You hated being watched. It was the worst feeling in the world like there were eyes on you but no one around to look back at. The feeling didn’t just disappear; it haunted you in each dark corner and every mysterious hallway. Your eyes found their way to the flat-screen TV in the middle of the breakroom.

“Reports of more murders have totaled up in the last week more than it has in the last year. Police are becoming desperate to find out who is behind these stabbings.”

The news anchor’s voice bounced off the thin walls of the cold and dusty room, sending a shiver down your spine. The murders that had been terrorizing the city, even more specifically, your neighborhood weren’t something that anybody could brush off lightly. It sent a dark and gloomy blanket over you and your neighbors. The media had started to refer to the killer as Ghostface, which was even more terrifying than you cared to admit.

All the reports were the same— victims were stalked and toyed with before inevitably being stabbed to death by a person in a mask. The murders were getting so bad that there was a mandated curfew that forced people into their homes, a pathetic strategy to save citizens. “The mayor is urging everyone to not stay out past 10 p.m. and to keep your doors and windows locked.” The anchor’s voice broadcasted.

“Scary, isn’t it?”

Your eyes shot to Suguru Geto, one of your co-workers. His dark hair was tied tightly into his signature bun as he leaned against the table you sat at. His dark eyes surveyed your face, which was undoubtedly covered in worry. “Hey, don’t look so scared. I’m sure the police will apprehend him soon enough.” Suguru said soothingly. His fingers reached up, his knuckles running down your jaw. A means to cheer you up, you assumed. Your angst faded slightly, and you shot Suguru a sweet smile. “Thanks, I was on edge there. It’s just...scary, you know? Someone out there plotting on taking people’s lives.” You sighed, twiddling your thumbs as you looked at the man next to you.

“Yeah, I can see why some people are being extra cautious.” He said, “But hey, at least you work with some tough guys, right? You can call any of us and we’ll be more than happy to come swing by your place.”

Your heart rate calmed a bit at his words. As one of the only girls at your worksite, you had the pleasure of becoming good friends with most of the men there. Suguru, Satoru, Toji, Choso, and Sukuna. They worked in the same division as you and were fiercely protective and loyal to you. It made working here more bearable and fun.

Your smile widened at Suguru’s words. “I guess I am lucky, huh?” You laughed, “Thanks for lighting up the mood, Suguru. I should get back to work now.”

You patted his arm, walking to the door. You paused slightly, turning around to face him again. “Oh, and I never told you or the guys,” You started, “You guys were so right about that guy, Mahito, that I was going to go on a date with. He stood me up.”

Suguru frowned. “I told you, sweetheart. He wasn’t worthy of you.” You only nodded in agreement before turning around again and leaving the breakroom. A news anchor’s voice continued to sound through the breakroom.

“The latest victim of the Ghostface killings was a young man, named Mahito. He was found in the back alley of a restaurant, stabbed numerous times in the chest and torso.”

The frown on Suguru’s face shifts into a small, daydreamy grin. “No one is worthy of you but us, sweetheart.” He mumbled, staring off into your direction.

You remained vigilant, making it home by curfew, locking your doors, and keeping your head on a swivel every day and night. It was the only way to ease your nerves these days. Your friends laughed at you, calling you paranoid. “You’re overreacting.” One of your friends, Mei Mei, voiced, her eyes rolling at you. “This Ghostface probably isn’t as big of a threat as everyone is making it.” She added.

Your hands gripped the wooden table you sat at with her and Satoru. Your frown was deep as your eyes narrowed at your friend for laughing at your precautions. “He’s killed numerous people.” You rebutted, “There’s nothing wrong with just being safe.”

Mei Mei shrugged, picking at her nails as she threw you a bored expression. “I just can’t imagine this guy caring about people like us. He probably has a list of people that he’s after.” She said, “And I guarantee you are not on that list.”

The laugh she let out after that comment made it hard for you to determine if it was supposed to be a dig or a compliment, but knowing this particular friend, it was probably the former. Satoru glanced over at you, taking in your upset face, before rolling his eyes at Mei Mei. “Don’t be a bitch.” He said to her, “There’s nothing wrong with her caring about her safety.”

“And you better tread lightly before that Ghostface dude hears you and makes you his next target.” He said, standing up and stalking away from the two women. Your eyes followed him, a grateful gleam in them as he defended you. Mei Mei frowned, “He’s such an asshole. I don’t know why you’re cool with him.”

You could only roll your eyes at her, changing the topic. You listened to her rant on and on until you both parted ways on your way home. You had urged her to text you when she got home, which she had begrudgingly agreed to do. Making it back to your apartment, you routinely locked your doors and window before stripping yourself to shower.

You were humming to yourself as you lathered your body when a loud creak made you freeze. Your hardwood floors barely creaked that way, only when a large weight pressed against it. Your head slowly peeked out of the shower curtain. Your eyes looked around the bathroom and then through the crack of the door. “What the hell....” You murmured to yourself. You slowly turned off your shower, stepping out. You wrapped your towel around your body, peeking out of the door. “Hello?” You called out.

You checked every corner of your apartment, finding nothing. You took a shaky breath, rubbing her temples. “Maybe I am paranoid.” You muttered to yourself. The silence of your apartment didn’t help with the feeling that someone was watching you. You huffed softly, trudging your way back into the bathroom to resume your shower as the white-haired silhouette in the corner of your closet could only smile at your worried face.

You slugged your way into work three days later, yawning as you pushed open the door to the breakroom. Co-workers were gathered around the TV with looks of pure horror and disbelief. Your head tilted in confusion, “What are you all watching?”

Your boss, Shiu, looked over at you, his expression worried. “When was the last time you talked to Mei Mei?” He asked. Your face contorted from confusion to one of concern. You had forgotten to check on her after you had got home that day. “Um, the last day I worked....so Monday. Why? What happened?” You asked, your eyes searching Shiu’s face for any answers.

Shiu opened his mouth to respond, only to be beaten to the punch by a coworker, “Ghostface killed her!”

Your heart dropped out of your chest, the world around you slowed, and the voices around you seemed to get muffled. Mei Mei was dead? Murdered by the serial killer that plagued all your nightmares?

“Doll?” Choso’s voice rang out in your mind. “Doll!” You snapped back to reality, looking up at him. “C-Choso....t-they killed....” You couldn’t even get the words out as he pulled you to the side. “Hey, calm down. You’re going to cause a panic attack if you don’t.” He said sweetly.

He sat you down in a corner, away from the commotion, sliding you a water bottle. “Take a sip.” He instructed softly. You did as you were told, taking a small sip and deep breath. “She’s dead, Choso.” You repeated softly, “Mei Mei was killed by Ghostface. It’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah,” He breathed out, “Crazy.” His hand came up to rub your back, “Don’t go getting paranoid on me.” Choso sat with you, whispering comforting things in your ear until he was sure that you had calmed down.

“The police report that the young woman, Mei Mei, actually dialed 911 before being brutally killed by Ghostface, citing that her killer had on black combat boots with spikes on them.”

Choso tucked his feet under the table as you were busy calming down on his shoulder. There was no need for you to see those beat-up spiked combat boots of his.

Your days had passed in a blur, trying to come to terms with the fact that Mei Mei was dead and the crippling paranoia that followed you around. You felt like there were eyes on you at every second of the day. Jumping at every sudden sound, sleeping with your door closed just so the monster wouldn’t catch you.

It was coming to the point that you could barely sleep since every sound and creak startled you back to consciousness any time you started to doze off. Just as you were starting to get closer to sleep, the shrill ring of your phone snapped you back to reality. You reached for your phone, stupidly not checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You said groggily, rubbing your eyes. There was a long beat of silence that made you frown, “Hello?” You repeated.

Suddenly, a deep and distorted chuckle came from the other end. “Wake up, pretty.” A distorted voice said. You shot up on the bed, a cold shiver running down your spine. “W-Who is this?” You asked.

“Do you like scary movies? What’s your favorite?” The voice asked, completely ignoring your question. You stayed silent, swallowing hard as the voice cleared his throat. “Don’t make me repeat myself, pretty.”

“Scary movies?” You asked timidly. “Why do you want to know? Who is this?”

“Tsk. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to answer a question with a question? You know who I am.” The voice teased, “I’ll call you back soon, pretty. I expect an answer then.”

The line clicked off as you blinked, pulling the phone from your ear. Your eyes landed on your call log, desperate to find the number that had called you.

Unknown.

Your heart sunk to your stomach in fear. Did you just get called by Ghostface? You had to have been because the reports stated that the killer always asked what the victim’s favorite scary movie was. You got out of bed, pacing in her room in anxiousness. Were you next? Oh God, you were next. That would be the only explanation for why someone would call and ask you that. You scrolled through your contacts, pressing Suguru’s quickly. It rang for a few moments before Suguru picked up. “Sweetheart?” He answered.

“Can you come over?” You asked hurriedly, glancing around your room as if someone was already there waiting for you. “Come over?” Suguru repeated, “Sweetheart, it’s 3 in the morning.”

“Please, Suguru. I...I need you. Ghostface called me.”

There was a beat of silence over the phone before you heard a breathy, “I’m on my way.”

Suguru got there in a record amount of time; you swung your door open to see him standing there with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” He asked, peeking into your apartment and looking around. You stepped to the side, letting him inside. “I’m...fine. Just shaken up.” You said.

You paced your living room, Suguru’s eyes following you. “You’re anxious.” He said. A loud scoff fell from your lips as you looked at him. “Of course, I’m fucking anxious. A serial killer is after me and I don’t know what to do.” You said, throwing your arms up in exasperation.

You paused, turning to him. “I should go to the police. Maybe they can track the call or something.” You said, reaching for your keys. Suguru’s hands shot out, grabbing your wrist. “That’s not a good idea, sweetheart.”

“What? Why not?” You asked, “Am I supposed just to let this guy kill me?”

Suguru pulled you closer into a comforting hug, “It’s just...do you really think the police will be able to do anything?” He said, “I mean, they don’t even have any leads now. A measly little phone call isn’t going to help them.”

“But—” Your words were cut off by a soothing ‘sh’ as he continued, “Our police department isn’t going to find him, sweetheart. It’ll be better if I stay here with you. Safety in numbers, right?”

You looked up at Suguru, who gave you a sweet smile back, “Trust me.”

That’s how you ended up with Suguru staying with you after that. A sweet, reassuring smile from your friend eased all your worries. Suguru escorted you to work, the grocery store, your favorite bakery, and back home. It was so peaceful, so quiet that you had forgotten all about the creepy call from that night.  

How utterly foolish of you.

Suguru had gone home one night, leaving you to sleep in your apartment by yourself for the first time in weeks. It was around 11 in the evening when the shrill sound of your ringtone broke the silence of the apartment. You pried your eyes open, grabbing the device, and looking at the caller ID.

Unknown.

Your heart sped up as the sleepiness seemingly disappeared from your body. Your shaky thumb pressed the green button on the touch screen. “Hello?” You whispered.

“Long time no see, pretty.” The distorted voice chuckled into the phone, “Do you have an answer to my question?”

Your throat went dry, words failing to form in your brain. It’s almost like the person on the other end of the line knew that, causing their laughter to get deeper and more hysterical. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of an answer for me, pretty. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a bad girl, can’t even do a simple task.”  

“What do you want from me?” You asked, clearing your throat to sound braver than you felt. “I want you to answer the damn question.” They said. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You took a deep breath, your mind screaming at you not to piss off the psychopath on your phone. “I don’t have one.” You said, “I don’t— I don’t watch scary movies.” There was a small hum on the phone. “What an interesting answer.” Ghostface said, “Well, my favorite movie is this new movie that just came out. It’s called Don’t Move. Have you seen it?”

Your body was shivering, the hairs on your arms were standing up, and your bedroom started to feel eerily smaller the more the voice spoke. “No.” You said, “I haven’t seen it.”

“Oh!” They gasped, “Let me tell you all about it.”

You could feel the smile through the phone, causing your stomach to twist in nausea and disgust. They sounded pleased with the fact that you were terrified, almost like this is what they thrive on. “It’s about this woman, who goes to her son’s memorial and contemplates whether life is worth living after the loss of her son.” Ghostface started, “Then she gets injected by this man with a paralyzing serum and must fight for her life before her body shuts down. Real good movie, I tell ‘ya.”

You could only muster up a sound of acknowledgment. Ghostface laughed, “I want to reenact that movie....with you.” Your eyes widen and a choked breath escapes you before you speak. “You want to what?”

“Oh, don’t be so scared, pretty. It won’t be any fighting for your life, I’ll make you earn that in other ways.” They chuckled, “Open your nightstand for me.”

Your eyes shifted to the nightstand, and you reached over to pull the small knob forward. Inside the nightstand was a single pill and a small bottle of water. You had absolutely no idea how that got inside of your nightstand. The idea that this person had gotten into your apartment to put this here multiplied your fear tenfold. “Now, don’t worry. This is nothing serious, nothing that will paralyze you. I’m not a monster.” Ghostface said, a snort following, “God, I’m hilarious.”

“What is it then?” You asked, “What will it do to me?” You picked the pill up, rolling it between your fingers. “It’ll just put you back to sleep for about another hour or two. Gives me plenty of time to set up for our little reenactment.” Ghostface said casually as if this was the most normal thing ever.

“What if I don’t do it?” You blurted, “What if I just hang up and call the police?”

There was a beat of silence before a burst of laughter that filled your ears. “Oh, pretty, call the police? Do you think the police can help you? They can’t even keep up.” Ghostface laughed, “And if you even move those pretty fingers of yours to hang up on me, I can’t promise that I will continue to be nice to you.”

“And trust me, you don’t want to piss me off.” They added, suddenly serious. A shiver ran down your spine as you swallowed hard. “Now,” The voice returned to its original cheeriness, “Be a good girl and take that pill. Let me hear you. ”

“And trust me, pretty, I will know if you don’t take it,” Ghostface warned. You bite your lip, nervousness coursing through your veins. You slowly place the pill on your tongue, cracking open the small bottle of water. You downed the water, the pill rushing down your throat and into your system. The loud gulp of the water was loud enough for Ghostface to hum approvingly. “Good job, pretty. Now, lay back and let the drug do its job.”

You had no choice but to follow his directions, laying back on the bed. Your hands clutched the phone to your ear. Your eyes get heavy as your head hits the pillow; a soft yawn falls from your mouth. Ghostface chuckled, “See you soon, pretty.”

And with that, the world was dark again.

You don’t know how long you had drifted off into the drug-induced sleep, but your heavy eyelids opened slightly to a black-and-white mask. A sharp gasp filled the air as you jumped back from the elongated ghost mask that leaned over your bed. Ghostface chuckled, tilting his head. “Nice to finally meet you in person, pretty. Happy to see us?”

“H-How did you get in? W-What are you—Wait, us?” Your mind finally registered the two other masked figures in separate corners of your room. One sitting at your desk, legs spread, and a shiny knife resting in his lap. Another one standing next to your closet, one leg prompted up, and twirling his knife around his fingers.

“Ghostface is more than one person?” You asked. Chuckles emitted from each figure at your confusion. “Ghostface is many people.” The one leaning over you said, “But that’s a conversation for next time.”

“Him over there at the desk? Just refer to him as Blood.” He points over to him before moving his finger to the one standing by the closet, “And you can refer to him as Curse.”

“And me? You can call me Strongest.” He said, “Just so it’s easier for you.” He took his knife, waving it around.

“What do you want? Why are you here?” You asked, scooting further up on the bed. Strongest laughed, climbing up the bed to follow you. “What do we want? Well, we want you.” He said, “But remember what I said on the phone? I want to reenact my favorite movie.”

“But none of that fighting for your life nonsense. I have no interest in that, seems boring.” Strongest mused, bringing his knife up to trace your arm. It was light, not enough pressure to draw blood but enough pressure to send a sting through your body. “I think we all just want a ‘thank you’ from you.” He said.

“A thank you?” You asked, “Why would I thank you? You’re serial killers.”

You could feel the pout emitting from under Strongest’s mask. “For you. We’re serial killers for you.” He said, “Have you not noticed all of our hard work?”

The look on your face was filled with confusion, which made Strongest huff and look at his partners. “Can you guys believe this? She really hasn’t noticed. You were right, Curse.” Curse only chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s all a part of her charm.”

Strongest only hummed in agreement, turning his head back to you. “Haven’t you been paying attention to our murders?” He asked, “Remember that super mean professor of yours?”

You blinked, your mind racing through reports from the Ghostface murders. One of the earlier ones was on your campus; you remembered coming to class one day to rumors that he had just up and disappeared. “T-That professor is missing; he’s not....he’s not....” You stuttered.

“Oh, no, pretty, he’s definitely dead.” Strongest teased, “The police are so slow that the numbers that they are telling the public are nearly double that.”

He brought the knife up, letting it trail down the front of your shirt. “Do you think that date just stood you up? No, we were stabbing him to death in the back alley.” Your heart dropped at the newfound information. Your mind started combing through the numerous Ghostface reports, connecting them to your everyday life. They were killing people around you, and you’ve been too foolish to see it.

“Ahh, I see those pretty eyes coming to the realization. Finally.” Strongest said. You took a deep breath, looking into the dark eye sockets of the mask, “Why though? Why would you...?”

“Because you’re ours.” Blood spoke up from the desk, “Only ours.”

Strongest chuckled, climbing further on the bed, caging you against the headboard. “We care about you. We love you, everything we do is for you.” He added, “And we’re tired of living in the shadows, tired of only watching you from afar. We want some reward, some praise.”

Your breathing picked up as your eyes darted around the mask, looking for any sign of change in the stilled expression. “Reward? Praise? H-How?” You let out a shaky breath. Strongest tilted his head; a chuckle fell from his lips as he trailed his knife down your chest again. This time, there was more force in his drag. The fabric ripped inch by inch as he moved it down. “We have a few ideas.” He purred, “And it involves way less clothing.”

“What if I say no?” You whispered, “What if I don’t want to do it?”

“You think you have the choice to say no? You’re outnumbered, pretty.” He whispered back, “And you’re throwing out a lot of ‘what ifs’, makes me think that you want to reward us.” The knife ripped your shirt down the middle, your breasts freeing themselves. You should’ve covered yourself and fought back against him, but you didn’t; you couldn’t.

Strongest seemed to notice that you didn’t fight, a smirk forming on his face under the mask. He sat up, yanking you closer to the foot of the bed, taking a seat next to you. His hand trailing up your stomach, cupping your breasts. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been dying to see these. How many times I’ve fucked my fist imagining that I was cumming on these soft things.”

Rough hands gripped your thighs, pushing your thighs apart to settle in between your legs. You yelp softly, feeling a thumb press down on your clit. “Tsk, no underwear, sweetheart?” Curse teased. His thumb was playing circular motions on your clit. “And no bra either. You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Strongest added, rolling your left nipple between his thumb and index fingers.

The simulation of both made you squirm, attempting to break free. Curse gripped your thighs, yanking you back as Strongest pinned your arms down, the cold metal of his knife pressing against your neck. “Stay still, pretty.” He whispered, “I would hate to punish you instead.”

You whimpered, nodding. Strongest hummed in approval, going back to rolling your nipples between his fingers but keeping his knife pressed to your neck. Curse’s thumb continued to rub your clit, before switching to his index finger to run up and down your clothed folds. You let out a huffy whine, holding back your squirming but subconsciously bucking your hips into his finger. Curse chuckled, “Want more, sweetheart? All you had to do was ask, I’ll do anything for you.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down and throwing them to the side. The cold air of the room brushing against your exposed pussy did nothing but add more stimulation. “Look at you, already wet for us.” Curse mused, his thumb coming back to rub on your clit. “I wish I could taste you, I bet you taste so sweet.” He said.

“Don’t say things like—” Your words were cut short by Strongest’s fingers shoving their way into your mouth. “Don’t talk anymore, pretty. Let us take our reward, okay?” He said, “Now suck on my fingers with that pretty mouth of yours.”

You looked up at Strongest through your lashes, slowly obeying his command and sucking on his fingers. Curse’s fingers slowly slid into you, causing a light, muffled whine to emit from your throat. Two thick digits pumping in and out of you as you sucked on two thick fingers. “She’s clenching around my fingers so nicely.” Curse murmured, “You must be enjoying this, hm?”

You didn’t respond, your legs quivering was more than enough of a response. Strongest’s fingers were soaked with your saliva. He chuckled, pulling them out and patting your cheek. “How about I give you something bigger to suck on, pretty?” He whispered in your ear. Curse pulled his fingers out of you so Strongest could maneuver your body around. Curse picked up his knife, slicing off the rest of your tattered shirt.

“W-What....What are you doing?” You asked, looking up at Strongest as he stood at the foot of the bed, undoing his belt while Curse moved to position himself behind you. Strongest chuckled, “How many times do I have to tell you that we’re getting our reward, pretty?” He teased. “But...we’re also giving Blood over there a little show.”

He gripped your jaw, turning your head to look at Blood. This was the first time you took notice of the quiet figure sitting at your desk since this all had started. His legs were still spread but this time, his cock was firmly in his hand as he moved his fist up and down the shaft.

“Blood is going to join in a moment, but we’re going to...warm you up for him,” Curse added, his voice playful. You wanted to question them more, but your train of thought was derailed once Strongest grabbed the base of his cock, slapping your cheek. “Be a good girl and open up for us, pretty.” He said. A sharp gasp fell out your lips when Curse’s cock slid into you, allowing Strongest to shove his cock into your mouth.

A groan fell from Strongest’s and Curse’s mouths, their eyes closing. “Shiiiittt....” Strongest groaned, his hands gripping the sides of your face to pull you closer. Your nose tickled his abdomen, gagging slightly. “There you go, pretty. You got it....youuu got it.”

“So fucking tight.” Curse groaned, “The deeper she takes you, the harder she clenches around me.”

Curse gave you a sharp thrust, a whine emitting from your throat. Strongest groaned, his head lolling back in pleasure. Strongest’s hand was placed firmly on the back of your head as he drove his hips forward, his cock bullying the back of your throat. Curse’s hand gripped your hips, his pace fast and quick as he slammed into you. The moans that you were desperate to hold back were getting louder and more uncontrollable as time passed.

You had never in your life been so full. You have had sex plenty of times in your life, not with more than one person at a time, and surely, not this roughly. Each thrust, gag, and smack had your mind blanking in the best way.

“This pretty pussy is  just drooling all over my dick, sweetheart.” Curse mused, landing a sharp smack to your ass, “You like getting fucked by strangers?”

Strongest hummed, wiping the saliva that dripped down your chin and smeared it to the base of his cock. “Or maybe it’s the masks? You got a mask kink, pretty?” He asked. He pulled his cock out of your mouth, grinning as you coughed and gasped for air. You let out a soft whine as Curse gave you a final thrust before pulling out. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart.” Curse ran his finger down your spine, a shiver hitting your body as he did. “We’re just switching spots. I want to see your pretty eyes too, you know?”

The two masked men switched, Strongest groaning merely at the sight of your ass. His hands ran over the plushness of your ass, giving you a sharp smack. He massaged his hit, chuckling to himself. “This is the best ass I’ve seen before. You’re so perfect, pretty.” Strongest said.

Strongest ran the tip of his cock down your folds, a small whimper falling from your throat. “P-Please...” You whispered. Curse gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at his mask. “Please what, sweetheart? Come on, we need to hear your words.” He teased.

You gulped hard, your eyes searching the mask. You should’ve been trying to find a way to get out of this. You should’ve been trying to find a way to get help, not letting these psychos have their ways with you. “Please fuck me.” You said softly, “Please.”

Curse and Strongest chuckled with each other. “We’ll work on that soft voice of yours next time, pretty. For now, we’ll stop teasing you.” They both pushed into you at the same time, their hips thrusting into you brutally. Their groans overpowered your muffled moans. Their hands traveled over an inch of your body as if they just couldn’t help themselves from touching you in some way. The two of them had snatched orgasms out of you that you didn’t even think was possible in that short amount of time. Their thrusts were getting sloppier and quicker as they both used you to chase their highs.

“I’m going to cum...fuck, I’m going to cum in this pretty pussy.” Strongest moaned. His hands gripped your hips tighter as Curse let out a breathy chuckle, “And I’m going to cum in this beautiful mouth of yours, sweetheart. God, you’re going to look so fucking pretty swallowing my cum like the slut you are.”

Your legs were weak, shaking from the overstimulation of it all. Your body could only register the feeling of Strongest and Curse using you like their personal toy as they both emptied themselves inside of you. They panted softly as they pulled out of you.

You collapsed to the bed, attempting to catch your breath and regain some kind of sense. Strongest chuckled, slapping your thighs. “Aw, she’s all fucked out.” He laughed. He climbed off the bed, looking at Curse, who was also chuckling at the sight of you.

Blood, who had been relatively quiet during this, cleared his throat. You could feel his eyes burning into your form as you glanced over at him. Cum coated his fingers and his shaft as he continued to run his fist up and down his cock. Strongest tilted his head, crossing his arms. “I take it as you enjoyed the show, huh?” He teased Blood. You sat up, looking at Blood with curious eyes as he stood up and walked towards you.

You let out a soft yelp as he stepped out of his cargo pants, climbing over you and caging you into missionary. “W-What are you doing?” You asked, your hands firmly pressed to his chest as you looked at Blood, then to Curse and Strongest. Curse laughed, kneeling to whisper in your ear.

“We said we were warming you up for Blood, remember?” Curse said, “You see, Blood is a virgin.”

Strongest kneeled on the other side of you, “And he’s been waiting for this moment. The moment to fuck you.” He added. Curse grunted softly. “You both are embarrassing.” He muttered, “Making me sound pathetic.”

Strongest ignored Blood, running his knuckles across your cheek. “Be a good girl and make this a good experience for him, hm? He really deserves it.”

Strongest and Curse stood up, stepping away from the bed as if they were giving you and Blood some type of privacy. You looked up at Blood, and even though his mask covered his face, you could feel him staring at you. “You’re so gorgeous, doll.” He whispered, “Do you know I would do anything for you?”

His tip, leaking pre-cum, rubbed against your clit, snatching a moan from you. “I-I’m sensitive...y-you can’t tease—fuck!” Blood hadn’t let you finish your warning as he pushed into you. He groaned, his face dipping into your neck. “S-So tight...and warm. It’s b-better than I imagined.” He moaned, his hips moving at a steady pace. His hands pushed your legs to wrap around his waist. “You feel so good, doll.” He muttered.

Blood was different than Strongest and Curse. He was soft, attentive, and steady, whereas Strongest and Curse were rough, experienced, and sporadic. You moan as he shifts his hips to hit your g-spot. Your nails dug into his back, and your legs tightened around his waist. Your moans jump up an octave as your eyes screw shut at the pleasure.

“Seems like you found her spot, Blood.” Curse teased, “Keep hitting it if you want to drive her crazy and hear those sweet little moans of her’s.”

Blood slowed down, glancing back at his two partners before looking back at you. “Keep hitting it?” He repeated to himself, “Are you going to make pretty sounds for me if I do?” He asked you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but it was too late as Blood had pushed your legs back into a mating press and began pounding into you. “W-Wait...!” You moaned, your eyes shooting open to look at him. His hips slammed into you at a pace that even put Strongest and Curse to shame. Each thrust made your mind blank, your moans mixing in with his grunts and whimpers.

“Y-You are making those pretty noises w-when I hit it.” Blood said, “You sound so fucking pretty....you look pretty, too.”

You had lost track of time when your orgasm washed over your body and Blood was still pounding into your overstimulated pussy. The sheets under you were drenched from your orgasm causing Strongest to let out a bratty whine. “He made her squirt on her first try. Fucking unfair.”

“Y-You have to s-slow down....o-or I’m going to cum again.” You said to Blood. He only grunted in return, “I can’t.”

“I can’t slow down. You feel so good. It’s like my hips a-are just moving on their own.” He whimpered, “I wanna cum....I wanna cum inside.”

You could only respond in breathy gasps as Blood slammed into you, plugging his seed into you. He stilled, laying on top of you as he caressed your leg almost lovingly. You huffed softly as he pulled out and stood up over you. Strongest and Curse moved to stand at his side, marveling at the sight of Blood’s cum flowing slowly out of you. Curse hummed as he kneeled, using his index to push the fluids back inside of you. “Don’t be wasteful, sweetheart. Keep his cum inside, okay?” He said.

You shuddered slightly but nodded obediently at his command. Strongest leaned over you, tilting his head. “You did so good, pretty. You treated us so well.” He purred, patting your head. He stood straight, glancing at Curse and Blood. “I think she deserves to know who we are, doesn’t she?” He said, a playful tone taking over his voice. The other two nodded, a chuckle coming from Curse.

You watched intently as the three men pulled off their masks. You blinked as your mind registered the three familiar faces of Satoru, Suguru, and Choso. You looked between the three of them as they looked at you. They expected you to scream, maybe even yell at them for everything but instead, you laughed.

You were laughing.

Suguru raised an eyebrow at you. “Sweetheart, why are you laughing?” He crossed his arms. You smiled up at him, sitting up. “Because it’s just you guys. I thought some real psychos had broken in here.” You giggled, “Thank God for that.”

The three men stared at you as if you had grown two extra heads. They shared looks before shrugging. “So...you’re not scared?” Satoru asked.

“Or angry with us?” Choso added. You shook your head, standing up with a smile. “Of course not, silly. You guys are my friends.”

Suguru rubbed his temples with a slight smirk. Either you were completely insane or as naïve as they come. Regardless, you belonged to them.

You belonged to Ghostface.

[bkdk-bylerthings]

A Complete Analysis Series of Finn Wolfhard’s STurn Playlist

Having Byler doubt? Read My Analysis!

I think it’s really important to take these songs as strong solid evidence for Byler considering Mike’s actor Finn, made this playlist for ST5

Preview Brief/Intro: I will be doing One Song at a time (one each post), I will be going in order on Finn’s playlist. This is all my ideas and interpretations of what I think each song represents and tells us. I will try to post each as soon as I can. With that pls have fun reading my analysis.

1st Song we will discuss:

Starter Notes/Thoughts: As I’m listening to the first song I feel like this song goes in order from when Mike arrives in California to the end of season 4. Also this whole song is in Mike’s POV

Key: Italicized - Lyric | Normal - Analysis

No one saw, nothin' at all

‘No one saw’ how we was being hella awkward with Will at the airport (I mean they did see but Not to Mike’s pov, he was probably thinking: they saw nothing, stay calm)

No law was there to fight

I’m thinking this could mean ‘the law’ being like ‘liking boys is bad/homo is a sin’ but now that he’s in California there is no law to fight bc he’s out of Hawkins (a town that is not so gay friendly), so basically his feelings for Will are so much more obvious

All dressed down

This just refers to what he was wearing at the airport and how he was caught lacking trying to fit in, trying to be normal…not gay…But! His mask is slipping remember bc he’s in California where there’s no law that being gay is a sin, he’s just used to Hawkins law (law is just used as metaphor here)

Walkin' out in the California night

Literally mentions California, he’s in California, and as he’s walking out to California- (ignore the night part) he’s walking out of the airport to California. And as he’s walking he’s trying not too look at Will and bearly talking to him—he thinks the next lines:

"Hey kid come along, something is wrong

I believe you know

^ voice inside Mike’s head being like: Ik ur upset AND ik you know why. This is such a good line to represent Mike’s internalized homophobia, the line basically saying: Ik something’s wrong, it’s the fact that you like… but he can’t really admit that he likes Will yet, bc that line is his inner voice pushing him to actually accept it. He probably heavily thinks this at rink-o-maina too.

All this to say

Only one way that this can go"

Cont. with his inner voice—So ‘all this to say’ stating what was said in the previous lines, like defining it, making it important. Then, the only one way that this could go…that being accepting his feelings for Will!

"Come on with us for a ride

Step on inside the long black car

show you the meaning of hell

‘Hell’ is important bc ppl think if ur gay u go to Hell.. Then what it’s actually saying: the journey of Mike Wheeler going on this long road trip with Will to get El, and it will be like Hell trying to figure out his feelings and the struggles and challenges that actually arise in the show, also him trying to figure out what Will meant in his speech in the van.

Boy, just let me tell you, that's where you are"

Basically just a reference to being gay is a sin and he’s already in Hell for liking Will

My heart won't beat

'Til we meet again together

Oh, don't cry

Keep me on your mind forever

These 4 lines are when Will gives his speech to Mike.

1st 2 lines: is like Will’s convincing Mike that El needs him and him trying to fix their relationship, so Mike thinks his heart won’t beat till he see El again- but this just him faking it to make it and bc he’ll do anything Will tells him too 💀

2nd 2 lines: Mike knows that Will was crying in the van, he doesn’t want to lose Will, so he wants Will to keep him in his mind forever

I found a new song, pulls me along

To that other plane

I'll see you some time

Off down the line

Where it never rains

Honestly I’m not as confident in these lines’ analysis’ as I was in my other ones so just keep that in mind:

I think this is after that interaction when he reunites with El and does that look scene between her & Will and he realizes then that his heart never stopped beating but it did stop when Will was smiling at El and not him.

These lines are him moving on from El

The last line: ‘where it never rains’, I want to believe this is about him not wanting to get into any more fights with Will bc Mike associates the Rain with fighting with Will

I put my foot in the gas tank

For the last time I know

For the last time he knows, finally that he has accepted his feelings now for Will

I'll be right by your side

From Paradise to El Paso

Reference to when Mike says to Will we’ll defeat him together in the last Ep of ST4

Also reference of when they were traveling— hence ‘side by side’— to go get El

Ending Notes/Thoughts: See how it went in order through the whole of season 4 in Mike’s POV, I just think that’s really cool. Finn sure did know what he was doing with this playlist that’s for sure lol

Finn’s Playlist:

Thank you for reading,

- Stasia ♡

[gliphyartfan]

Lately I've been feeling bad and feel like I'm going to hurt myself again. I want to know how you think yan Chain would react to a reader self-harming, I just need a little comfort :b

Hey there sweetpea , thank you for trusting me with your feelings. I’ll do my best to bring you a smile!

So, how I think the Chain would react?

Hmm

Well:

TIME wouldn’t let anything slip past his notice. The moment he saw evidence of self-harm, his almost deceptively calm tone would freeze them in place. ‘What have you done to yourself?’

Time would try to keep things calm around Reader.

He wouldn’t demand answers right away, they’d definitely be startled at being caught, he’d let them. come to him.

He’d tell them that when they were doing stoped then and there, like He says it softly, but his tone leaves no room for argument.

Whether it’s his hand resting gently on Reader’s shoulder or sitting quietly in the same room, he’d make sure they know they’re not alone.

he’d kneel in front of Reader, take their hands gently, and assure them that he’s here to stay, no matter what.

He’d quietly remind them that pain is temporary and that leaning on him, on them, is okay.

-

For WIND?

He’d immediately want to take charge, pulling Reader into a tight hug and whispering assurances and how Reader should have to feel so miserable as to want to do that.

He’d go out of his way to cheer them up, his antics sometimes over tha top but always sincere and concerned. Whether it’s telling stories, cracking jokes, or planning little adventures away from the group when they want space, he’d do whatever it takes to see Reader happy again. Cause beneath his playful actions, he’s deeply worried about them.

His yandere tendencies might slip through in how much he needs to see Reader happy. If they seem down, he won’t rest until he’s made them smile again, even if it means going overboard.

—

WARRIORS would mask his worry with charm, trying to keep things, ya know, happy and casual and upbeat to take Reader’s mind off their pain. But his concern would show in the way he watches them, his sharp eyes never missing a thing.

He’d focus on removing anything harmful from their reach while reassuring them that he wasn’t upset, just…worried (and hurt, and scared of the possibilities if he hadn’t caught them)

He’d start to insist on walking them everyone when the others arent around, pulling them close if he senses any danger, even if it’s just his overactive imagination.

He’d be a bit more touchy…holding their hand more, patting their shoulders and head, it’s all casual but it remains him they’re still ok.

——

FOUR would likely notice the signs before anyone else, his observant nature catching even the smallest details. He’d approach Reader cautiously, his voice soft as he asked if tehy were okay.

He’d of course, would be devastated but wouldn’t show it outwardly. Instead, he’d focus on what he could do to help, his hands steady as he tended to their wounds if they had any.

His colors would react differently. All equally worried, all equally wanting to comfort Reader. Maybe they accidentally overwhelm them and after that little mistake they take turns spending time with Reader.

Red wouod make flower chains with Reader.

Green would take them on walks.

Vio and surprisingly Blue, would have quiet moments. The two would just hang around while Reader did their own thing. (Kinda like how cats hang around each other without bothering one another? Like that!)

They’d definitely channel theur emotions into creating something for Reader, maybe a charm, a piece of jewelry? something tangible to remind Readee of their worth. His actions would speak louder than words.

Four when whole would keep close, offering quiet but unwavering support. If Reader needed a distraction, he’d work on a small project beside them, his presence a quiet reminder that they’renot alone.

——-

TWILIGHT would be devastated but wouldn’t show it outwardly. He’d, after making sure they won’t bolt in fear, immediately scoop Reader up in his arms, holding them tightly as if that alone could shield them from harm.

He’d be both heartbroken and angry, at himself for not protecting them better and at the world for making them feel this way.

Reader would feel like Twi’s entire world revolves around keeping them safe, even if it means following them everywhere (on two legs or four) or sleeping by their door at night. (Though if them want him in the room so they can snuggle, he definitely wouldn’t decline)

———

WILD wouldn’t say anything at first, his eyes taking in every detail. He’d carefully tend to their wounds with a mix of gentleness and…I’m gonna say delicate-ness? It’s just very careful. his hands steady even as his emotions were all over the place beneath the surface. his expression unreadable as he took the time to process what was happening. Then he’d gently pull Reader into a very gentle hug, his arms trembling slightly.

He’s become even more protective, Reader would catch him watching them constantly, his eyes always scanning for any signs of distress.

He’d channel his guilt into action, He’ll “accidentally” leave little gifts for them, freshly cooked meals, rare ingredients, trinkets he scavenged. and staying by Reader’s side as much as he could.

———-

LEGEND might not know the right words to say at first, he’s probably really caught off guard at what he catches sight of. But when Reader is looking at him in fear and trying to hide the evidence of what they’ve done, his actions would speak volumes. He’d take charge, patching up any wounds with gentle hands.

(He’d pretend his hands weren’t shaking, taht they weren’t betraying how deeply affected he truly was.)

He’d keep them company, even if he isn’t sitting right next to Reader, he’d be within their view. He’d take their hand and guide them away if he noticed them stressing out. He’d tell them stories of his adventures, small things that would bring a fragile smile on Reader’s face. And even if it isn’t bring a smile, it’d give them something to focus on. Something to ground them as them calm down.

And when Reader is calm and relaxed, he’d sit close and quietly admit how much he cares, how much Reader’s mere presence is worth to him and his life.

————

SKY would react with a mix of sadness and internal fury, fury at himself for not noticing sooner. He’d gently take their hands in his, brushing over any scars or fresh wounds, his voice trembling as he tells Reader it’s going to be alright.

He’s…not familiar with someone who has gone through this. If there was anyone like that in Skyloft, well…he never caught wind of it. So he’s very very terrified by this.

He’d be sleeping next to Reader that night…tho I doubt he’s sleep, probably watching how their chest rises and falls, scared that the rhythm would suddenly stop if he looked away.

Sky would be endlessly patient once he gathers himself, his warm, gentleness would be a constant source of comfort. He’d sit beside Reader, holding their hand if they let him, and quietly let them know it’s okay to feel whatever they are feeling.

He’d shower them with small, tender gestures, braiding their hair if it’s long, bringing them flowers, or playing his harp softly to them.

Sky might slip up by being overly protective, like insisting they stay close to him at all times. But he’d easily back off (for a little while at least) when Reader brings it up. Just wanting them comfortable and happy.

————-

HYRULE would be devastated.

He’d immediately try to take care of them, healing magic at the ready to heal any wounds. Gentle but practically pleading in a trembling voice if there are any other injuries he should know about.

He’d apologize frequently if Reader shows any signs of pain. He’d hold their hands afterwards, thumbs on their wrists, most likely focusing on the warmth and pulse beneath.

He tries not to hover, but it’s hard not to when his every instinct tells him to protect them.

If Reader ever tries brushes off his concerns to ask him not to worry, he’d..well not accept that.

“Don’t…don’t…lie to me. Please…even if you want me away from you for the moment, I’d rather you be honest…I just want to help.”

Hyrule would shower them with affection, his actions almost frantic as he tried to show them how much they mean to him. But he’s also holding back, scare he’ll push them away when they are already fragile in a way his magic can’t heal.

He wants them better, but he knows how terrible the fight against one’s mind can be. All he can do is be there by Reader’s side.

—————

Reader might not even notice at first, but slowly, anything that could be used to hurt themselves would disappear or get replaced with safer alternatives.

Legend quietly pockets sharp objects or anything suspicious without mentioning it. Four might ‘ upgrade’ certain tools so that they’re less dangerous (and not tell them why).

They are gonna be very focused on limiting access to anything harmless they’re trying not to make Reader feel like their autonomy’s being stripped.

They know nights are hard, so Reader would often find one or two of them staying up a bit later, coincidentally near wherever they’re sleeping.

Twilight might claim he’s just reading by the fire, while Warriors hovers at the edge of camp, but both keep an ear out for any sign of distress.

If Reader wakes up from a nightmare or dark thoughts, they’re immediately there, offering water, a blanket, or just a quiet ear.

They’ll all be aware that sometimes Reader’s thoughts get dark. So they plan little distractions, Wind invites you for a short stroll, Hyrule shares a story from his travels, or Wild asks for help with cooking or someone to tag along as he wanders around (if they’re up for it).

If Reader ever express guilt for worrying them, they instantly (almost too quickly) jump in with reassurance. Because guilt is a slippery slope that keeping spiraling down with great difficulty getting out of it.

They actively hold back on their more intense behaviors. Time wants to command Reader to stay put, but he softens his tone. Warriors wants to lecture them into next week, but he bites his tongue. Twilight’s instincts scream to keep them locked away safe, but he chooses to give them space.

Each hero attempts to give Reader breathing room, but they also catch themselves hovering, exchanging quick looks when Reader moves out of sight

They want Reader to feel cherished, protected, and above all, happy and alive. So they’ll do everything they can to accommodate and accomplish that.

[svtsilena]

# 𓈒﹫ MAKNAE LINE RELATIONSHIPS ★ꜝ

࣪ ⋆ ❪ 97 - 99 ❫ ࣪ ⋆

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ SHIP NAME! dokyeom & silena ╱ jikyeom

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ POPULARITY! 78%

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ RELATIONSHIP DESCRIPTION! silena’s sunshine, baby, and happy place.

she loves dokyeom so much it hurts her heart. she calls her dk her baby, even though he is older. she loves his energy and how he can always have a smile on his face.

it’s always great energy with them. if you ever see them together, they’re always laughing or having a good time. silena and dokyeom are each other’s supporters. they would always cheer each other on it’s so cute.

dokyeom’s favorite part of seventeen is silena. he sees her as his little sister that needs to be protected from bad behavior. he never wants to see her upset because he believes she should be treated well. dk could never fail to put a smile on her face.

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ SHIP NAME! mingyu & silena ╱ minlena

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ POPULARITY! 94%

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ RELATIONSHIP DESCRIPTION! my favorite roommates, silena do not like himmmm (jokes)!

she loves teasing mingyu a lot in a sibling way. she cannot go one day without saying a joke about him or just teasing him about something he did. but sil is the only one who can do that, no one else can say anything bad about him. but sometimes when mingyu say something back, she kinda be stunned, which makes them go back and forth.

and don’t put them on a team together! they’re really smart and when they put their brains together, mingyu and silena are unstoppable. the members hate when they team up on them because they’re supposed to team up on each other😭. and they’re really competitive, so it’s a downfall for others when they’re not competing against each other.

but mingyu is so protective over her, it embarrasses silena. especially because their roommates ( + wonwoo ), he would nag about where she’s going or she’s staying out for too long. but in a loving way though!!

overall, they’re everyone’s favorite rivals and loves their dynamic the most.

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ SHIP NAME! minghao & silena ╱ jihao

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ POPULARITY! 85%

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ RELATIONSHIP DESCRIPTION! the only person who can keep sil sane.

silena describes minghao as a map in her life. if she loses it, she would be lost in life. when he first joined, she was iffy about becoming close to him. but when she learned they share the same language, she became really attached to him. and besides jun, minghao was really appreciative that they knew the same language because he was still new in a foreign country. she was his teacher for learning korean. and he is the only person who calls her jian.

he might be play the annoying brother role, but silena is minghao’s number person in seventeen. he think she’s like a light at the end of the tunnel. and it’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her and he keeps her motivated. they like to go on late night walks with each other, especially after a concert or schedule. when he sees she’s frustrated, he immediately finds a way to calm her down. silena is really fond of him, and wouldn’t change anything about their relationship.

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ SHIP NAME! seungkwan & silena ╱ silboo

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ POPULARITY! 70%

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ RELATIONSHIP DESCRIPTION! part of silena’s babies, next to dk.

when i tell you she babies the hell out of him, it’s insane. i guess she always wanted to take care of him since pre debut. she always make sure he eats well, have enough sleep for schedules, and make sure he’s not always down on himself. seungkwan doesn’t know the reason why she does what she does, but he enjoys every moment of it.

but while she takes care of him, she loves gossiping with him. when she needs to talk about certain people or what happened, he’s one of the first she goes to. and seungkwan is a great listener, so he’s making sure he’s hearing her out and making little side comments.

they love each other so much and if seungkwan needs someone, silena would be there.

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ SHIP NAME! vernon & silena ╱ versil or jaesol

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ POPULARITY! 90%

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ RELATIONSHIP DESCRIPTION! vernon is literally her bff.

i feel like they’re the same person, it’s just that vernon is more calm in a sense. silena could be calm, but not vernon calm. they usually share playlists with each other or just have a conjoined playlist which they add their song recommendations for each other. and they love having movie marathons!! it’s silena recommending a movie and vernon going along with it. or it’s him texting saying they should go see this movie.

and she loves vernon’s jokes (sometimes). she sometimes teaches him jokes she be seeing on twitter. and she loves sending him tweets and tiktoks about him. if silena sees something funny about vernon, she automatically sends to him even if they’re sitting right next to each other.

in their own way, their one of the best comedic duos in seventeen and fans love seeing them together.

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ SHIP NAME! dino & silena ╱ jino or chanjae

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ POPULARITY! 97%

✷ 𓈒 . . ﹫ RELATIONSHIP DESCRIPTION! when i say they’re soulmates, nobody is competing with them for best duo.

chan and sil loves each other down! they would go to war for each other. that war being going against the members. they grew up together and doesn’t regret their decisions of becoming best friends. when i tell you they did everything together, they did everything. they went to the same school, graduated together, had their first drink together, and many more.

silena believes dino saved her life and she cannot imagine living without him. he is her person, her other half, and her family. everyone knows if something happened to him, sil would be the first person to do something about it. and chan loves jaein. he believes they were destined to meet. he never connected with a person like he did with sil. she was his first friend when he joined pledis because she was excited that she finally had a same aged friend.

fans love seeing them together. silena’s lockscreen is literally a selfie of her and dino from pre debut.

DES SPEAKS !

theme layout ib svt-rosalie

[bibi-e]

Safe word + Grayson

where the safe word is used and Grayson takes care of you.

warnings: use of safe word (Kerosene), usage of toys (wand vibrator), bondage play (ropes and handcuff), Grayson is fantastic in aftercare.

Grayson had strapped you onto the armchair, as well as the wand vibrator buzzing straight in your clit. You couldn't see her from the bandage that was covering your eyes, giving a mysterious feeling from only sensing her walking around you and hearing her voice driving you to many orgasms, and the wetness that dripped from the chair was making a mess on the floor already, but Grayson didn't stopped. You didn't asked her to, the nasty and lustful words coming from that gravy and sexy voice adding with the encouragement to gove her one more orgasm that she prayed in your ear added to the warm feeling creeping up your body to snap and flood you whole. Your legs trembled without control. You shook and tossed but couldn't make much movement from the restraints in your arms and legs. Your orgasm began crashing like waves into the shore, and it burned inside you. But once the feeling kicked in, you panicked. The feeling was beyond your thought, it was overwhelming, your clit hurt and legs went numb from the force you made against the rope to push you away from the toy. Grayson was quick to notice how your breath caught a strangled cry and got alarmed. Once she saw you tossing differently against the chair she pressed the key on her pocket and reached for her small knife on the other, which matched with the cry of yours save words.

“Kerosene Kerosene please please please stop I - I can't. Grayson!!” Your voice cracks, and small sobs begin to leave your lips. Grayson had already turned off the toy from her controller and undone the handcuff on your wrists and was cutting the ropes on your legs, such precision and calm to not flinch your skin or cause more panic to you. Moving to remove the blue bandage that covered your eyes.

The salty waters filled your cheeks as you saw her, jumping from your seat caused nothing but a sting of pain on your hips but Grayson caught you in her arms and moved your body to the near bed. “I'm here, my dear. I'm right here.” Your cries sinked her heart as your form contorted into a half moon to hug part of your body and let the tears fall down and relieve the bad feeling, “Can I touch you?.” You heard Grayson and gave a small nod in response, her hand caressing your arm slowly to not apply too much pressure and trigger anything more.

“Are you feeling good to talk? Honey, I need you to answer something to me.” Her voice was sweet and worried, low and reassuring, “Did you push yourself to one more because I asked you to do it?”

You snapped your eyes open, never in your life and after you would do something like that with her. Grayson was a gentle woman, always putting you first, showering you with the best, having you as her partner felt like you were royalty, plus the delicate ways she had talked to you about all this act never made you doubt or do something out of force, just because you wanted to please her and mostly important giving up your comfort and pleasure.

Trying to control your voice from the cries, you weakly reassured her about the moment. “I would never do this, I just thought I could handle it, but then… when it happened, everything was too much, and I said the word.” Tears fell down a bit more from your confession, feeling so vulnerable would cause you to feel weak and absent but Grayson leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek, wipe the misbehaved tears that messed your pretty face and make you feel like a diamond. Her diamond.

“Thank you for telling me this, my dear, and most of all, I'm so proud of you for not letting go of your well-being. You used the safe word well, and I'm proud of you.”

She stayed by your side until you calmed down, the hand on your arm were still drawing circles on your skin, the comfort brought from her words and the physical warmth were drifting you to sleep but Grayson's gravy voice pulled you back in.

“Hey hey now honey, I know you need rest, but I must've taken you to clean before you sleep. How about a quick warm shower, and I'll make the bed out thay comforter you love and cuddle by your side until the sun shines tomorrow.”

You smile at her, eyes getting heavier after every sentence, but you make an effort to get up just to be cupped by Grayson's arms that carried you to the bathroom. After a healthy cleaning, you were in your comfortable clothes again, the comforter wrapped around you and your lover, and the sleep quickly came with a kiss on your forehead.

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Yandere Vampire

Warning: sexual content, blood, murder, menstruation, isolation.

I apologize for the bad Romanian, I'm not very good at the language and ended up using google translator. Thank you for your consideration 🖤.

Yandere Vampire who lives in a remote castle in the woods of Romania away from hateful humans, only approaching nearby towns when he needs to eat.

Yandere Vampire who first sees you after you and a group of campers approach his castle (don't you know you should never go near castles in the middle of nowhere? Fools.)

Yandere Vampire who smells a delicious smell of blood coming off your body and examines you looking for cuts or bandages on you. (He finds none)

Yandere Vampire who stalks you from the shadows and smiles evilly when you decide to enter his "abandoned" castle fascinated by its architecture, he will have a little feast today. Of course he will.

Yandere Vampire who begins to get rid of your friends one by one, making the rest of the group nervous and scared. Thump—Thump—Thump. His eyes widen in pleasure at the sound of your frantic hearts.

Yandere Vampire who leaves you for last, killing all your friends first leaving you alone and scared, he follows the scent of your blood, he finds you hiding in a room with your hands covering your head.

Yandere Vampire who approaches you and grabs your arm pulling you to your feet he laughs when you try to slip out of his grasp and uses his free hand to grab your jaw tightly his sharp nails hurting your cheek he feels your body shudder.

Yandere Vampire who freezes when his eyes meet yours he feels like a dead heart is beating between his ribs. Mate. You are his mate. HIS. He lets go of your face and wipes the blood from the cut on your cheek with his thumb then he brings his thumb to his mouth and hums. Sweet. So sweet.

Yandere Vampire who tries to lull you and calm you down murmuring "I don't want to hurt you please calm down, Draga mea (My dear)" but his words fall on deaf ears as you keep trying to escape his hold so he holds you by the waist with his arm and puts his free hand in your hair forcing your head back and without hesitation sinks his teeth into your neck.

Yandere Vampire who ignores your whimpers of fear and pain as he sucks your blood, delicious sweet blood, he eats like a starving man and only stops when you go limp in his arms from the loss of blood, he pulls away from your neck licking his lips and takes you bridal style and leaves the room taking you straight to his chambers.

Yandere Vampire entering his opulent chambers walks to the huge bed with you in his arms before setting you down on the silk sheets, he studies your pretty features feeling lucky to have such a beautiful and delicious companion like you although fiery but he can fix that.

Yandere Vampire deciding to tie one of your ankles to the bedpost with a shackle, just to be sure you won't try to escape your fate, he then strips off his clothes and climbs onto the bed approaching you to remove your clothes he makes quick work of it until only your cotton panties remain.

Yandere Vampire stopping abruptly his eyes widen as he lowers his head to your covered pussy and presses his nose against your pussy as he sniffs deeply. Blood. so this is where that delicious scent of blood was coming from. Looks like he's in for quite the feast after all.

You wake up feeling dizzy and with a weird feeling between your legs, you adjust your eyes to adapt to the gloomy light of the room that seems straight out of the Victorian era, you look down gasping when you see the man who was chasing you before between your legs, you automatically try to kick him off the chain on your ankle jingles and he holds your thighs firmly lifting his head you can see his mouth and chin stained with your menstrual blood and your juices. You feel sick.

His eyes meet yours and a smile slides across his lips as if he can sense your displeasure, your fear. His cold hands rub your thighs and he says with a low purr "Your fear is unnecessary dragul meu (my love), you could never hurt yourself you are my partner, my soulmate" you swallow at his words and try to gather courage before saying "I don't want to be your nothing... you are a monster! You killed my friends! Let me go, I want to go!" He is surprised for a moment before letting out an amused laugh that makes you press your lips together in annoyance.

He stops laughing and stares into your eyes with his surprisingly serious face and you feel chills from the sudden change in attitude, tensing up when you hear his next words "I don't care what you want, you can stay by my side as my companion and my equal or you can stay as my pet, but you will stay" you feel tempted to fight, to hit him and try to escape but you don't think you can get very far with that shackle on your ankle... so you resign yourself... for now.

He notices your resignation and feels a little disappointed, actually he expected a little struggle from you but that's okay, he's just as pleased with your submission. He leans closer to your ear as he murmurs his cold breath making you shiver "Good girl, I knew you'd see reason, dragul meu (my love)" He pulls away only to settle between your legs his cold body settles against your hot one, he grabs his cock and rubs his swollen head against your wet and bloody slit you can't help but let out low gasps at the sickening sensation.

He teases you for a long moment before finally sliding inside your pussy which takes his cock with embarrassing ease, you lean your head back against the pillow and dig your nails into the sheets when his cock bottoms out, he doesn't give you time to adjust and begins to thrust into you with vigor your moans escape from your open lips filling the room along with the jingling of chains and wet sounds, he leans down to kiss you without slowing down the pace of his hips, his tongue dominates yours and you moan at the taste of your juices and blood mixed together.

He breaks the kiss only to place kisses on your jaw moving down to your neck and chest where he leaves multiple bites murmuring things you don't understand against your neck "Ce fată drăguță și ce sâni frumoși, ești a mea, draga mea. (what a pretty girl and what beautiful breasts, you are mine, my dear)" your legs tense around his waist you feel your orgasm approaching, he seems to feel it too as he uses the hand holding your thigh to rub your clit his finger rubs rhythmic and firm circles making you get close to the limit without being able to bear it anymore you cum on his cock your vaginal walls tense and an "o" forms on your lips.

He chuckles at the fucked out expression on your face and moves harder, his balls slapping against your ass and his grip tightening on your thighs. His eyes close as he cums, slowly slowing down as his surprisingly cold seed fills your womb. He pulls out after a moment, you whimper at the empty feeling and he smirks before coming closer, saying in a wicked voice, “Don’t worry my dear, we’ve got plenty of lovemaking to do, eternity to be exact.”

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IN THE MOUNTAINS 003 : jump!

library. nishimura riki x f!r wc. 2738 © iseos

synopsis. niki would rather spend his summer break anywhere other than in the middle of the woods. but who knew a prank war would change his opinion not only the camp—but also the most annoying person there

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y/n, yunah, and moka wandered along the dirt path to the cafeteria, their steps crunching softly against the loose gravel. overhead, the sun shone bright, making the air warm but not unbearably so, as the scent of pine and earth mixed in the breeze.

"i swear," y/n began dramatically, "if they try to serve us something like 'mystery casserole' again, i'm gonna run into the woods and never come out."

yunah snorted, "remember when they had those purple mashed potatoes? nobody touched them except that one kid who claimed he liked 'unique flavors.'"

moka laughed, skipping ahead and twirling to face them, "you're both being dramatic. the food’s not that bad. remember last summer?" she directed her question towardsyunah, "the pizza was decent."

"decent?" she shot back, "it was soggy in the middle and tasted like cardboard!"

moka gasped in exaggerated offense, "you take that back! it was gourmet compared to the spaghetti night disaster."

the group burst into laughter at the memory as they reached the cafeteria doors. inside, the lunch hall was a symphony of chatter, laughter, and the clatter of trays. campers lined up to receive their meals, and the trio made their way through the line, picking at options that looked the least questionable. y/n ended up with a tray holding a sandwich, some carrots, and a suspiciously shiny apple.

they found a table near the center, and just as they started eating, the sound of a counselor's whistle cut through the noise. a tall woman, clipboard in hand, climbed onto a small platform at the front of the room.

the room quieted down as she scanned the crowd with practiced authority. "we're announcing the group leaders for today's activities. when i call your name, come see me after lunch to get your assignments. remember you're in charge of keeping your group organized, motivated, and having fun! counselors will be around to help if needed, but for the most part, you will be in charge today."

a ripple of murmurs ran through the room as campers exchanged curious glances. yunah leaned over to y/n, "bet it's going to be all the super energetic people. like moka."

moka whipped around to face the other two girls when she heard her name, "do not wish something like that on me," she hissed.

the counselor started listing names, her tone upbeat, and amongst the many names: "...y/n,..."

y/n froze mid-bite, her sandwich halfway to her mouth. startled, she blinked and pointed to herself while yunah began quietly ooo-ing at her.

the counselors continued calling other names, assigning moka and yunah to separate groups. both groaned at being split up but promised to meet up again later.

after lunch, y/n joined the other newly named group leaders in a small clearing by the edge of the field. a few counselors handed out clipboards, schedules, and basic instructions for the activities they'd each be overseeing. y/n shuffled through the papers, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as the counselors gave a brief rundown of the instructions.

"hey, y/n," a voice called out. y/n turned to see jungwon walking up to her with a warm smile, "looks like we're co-leaders."

"looks like it," y/n replied, relieved to see a familiar face. jungwon had always been easy to talk to, with a calm demeanor that balanced out her occasional impulsiveness.

as they worked to set up the activity, a scavenger hunt through the woods, y/n noticed niki amongst the campers approaching their group, his hands once again shoved deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

her stomach tightened slightly. she wasn't sure if he'd participate willingly or if he'd stay on the sidelines, uninterested as usual.

leaning towards jungwon, she whispered, "hey, can you do me a favor?"

jungwon paused, tilting his head curiously, "what's up?"

"see that guy over there?" she nodded subtly toward niki.

jungwon followed her gaze. "the one who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else?"

"yeah, him," y/n said with a small laugh, "can you try talking to him? see if he opens up to you at all? he...uh, hasn't been the most social."

jungwon raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his face. "what? giving up already?"

"no!" y/n protested quickly. "i just think he might be more receptive to someone new. you're good at talking to people."

he considered her words, then gave a nod. "alright. i’ll give it a shot after we get started."

the scavenger hunt began with a chaotic start. the campers the two were responsible for darted off in every direction, clutching their list of clues and excited shouting at one another. y/n and jungwon trailed behind them, watching the chaos unfold with a mix of amusement and apprehension.

"so," jungwon began, smirking as he glanced at y/n, "you're going to take responsibility if one of them gets lost, right? y'know, with you being the team leader and all..."

y/n covered her face with her hands as the mental image crossed her mind. "i don't even want to think about having to explain that to the counselors. but if someone gets stuck in a tree looking for clues, that's your responsibility, 'cause you're also a team leader," she shot back, pointing at him accusingly.

jungwon raised his hands in mock surrender. "fair enough, but i'm warning you now, if anyone climbs a tree, i'm just gonna yell 'jump!’ and hope for the best."

y/n couldn’t hold back her laugh at his comment, "very reassuring."

as they talked, jungwon's eyes shifted toward niki, who was lingering at the edge of the group, clearly trying to blend in while keeping as much distance as possible from everyone else. he nudged y/n with his elbow, "guess i'll go check in with him. be back in a sec."

"good luck," y/n said, watching as jungwon sauntered over to niki. she busied herself with checking the progress of the other campers and making sure they were staying on track, but she couldn't help sneaking glances at the two boys. jungwon had an easygoing way of talking to people that made other people easily comfortable with him, and to her surprise—and mild irritation—it seemed to be working on niki.

she saw niki actually responding to whatever jungwon was saying, nodding slightly and even muttering a few words back. her eyebrows shot up in surprise. for someone who had barely spared her a glance earlier, niki seemed more willing to interact with jungwon.

when jungwon returned, he was grinning, "well, that wasn't so hard. you made it seem like he was going to bite my head off or something."

y/n narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, "what did you say to him?"

"nothing special," he shrugged, "just asked if he found anything yet and made a joke about how all the clues probably got eaten by squirrels. he cracked a smile at that, by the way."

y/n's jaw dropped. "he smiled? you're joking."

"nope. full-on smirk. it was glorious," jungwon said with exaggerated pride.

she folded her arms, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "why does he talk to you and not me?"

"oh i don't know," jungwon said, pretending to think as he tapped his chin. then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, "maybe it's because you have a crush on him."

y/n's eyes widened, and she recoiled as if the words physically struck her. "what?!"

jungwon laughed, clearly enjoying her reaction, "you heard me. you've seem so determined to get him to talk to you; maybe he can sense it."

"i do not have a crush on him," she shot back, her voice dripping with exaggerated offense.

jungwon threw his hands up again in defense, laughing more at her over-the-top reaction, "okay, relax! i'm just messing with you."

"you're ridiculous," y/n said, crossing her arms. she avoided his gaze, her cheeks still slightly warm. from the accusation.

jungwon was clearly enjoying her flustered state. "but you have to admit, you're really invested in getting him to like his camp.”

“how you do know about that?”

“i overheard you and yunah talking,” he shrugs, “but my point still stands, if it's not a crush, then why do you care so much?"

"i'm just trying to be nice," y/n insisted, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "he's new, he's clearly not happy to be here, and...his sour attitude is ruining the energy of the camp."

"uh-huh," jungwon gave her a knowing look, watching as the other campers happily participated in the activities, unaware of one certain camper's disinterest, but he didn't push any further.

the girl sighed, looking at the trees around them, "besides," she muttered, more to herself more to herself than to the boy, "it's not like he's easy to talk to. you're lucky you got anything out of him."

jungwon patted her shoulder lightly, his teasing tone replaced by something softer, "don't overthink it. sometimes people just need time."

she gave him a small smile in return, appreciating his words even if she still felt a flicker of irritation at his earlier joke.

they spent the rest of the activity wrangling the other campers, keeping an eye out for anyone wandering too far or getting too ambitious looking for clues. jungwon's easy humor kept y/n from overthinking her interactions with niki, or jungwon's teasing, but she couldn't help glancing toward niki every now and then.

after dinner, y/n found herself in yunah and moka’s cabin, enjoying the quiet hum of the evening. the air inside smelled faintly of bug spray and sunscreen, a mix that somehow felt comforting after the day’s exhausting activities. her own cabin was a bit calmer than this one, but she liked the lively energy moka and yunah brought. plus, their bunks were cozier, even if they did creak with every movement.

“so,” yunah flopped onto her bunk with a dramatic sigh, staring up at the ceiling, “today was…interesting. i swear, my group spent more time arguing about who got to shoot the arrows than actually shooting them. we have, like, zero teamwork.”

“tell me about it,” moka chimed in, perched cross-legged at the end of her bed, “we barely did anything because two kids kept trying to drown each other in the lake.’

y/n chuckled, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie. “well, at least you guys had some excitement. my group was pretty chill.”

“chill, huh? or was it because you got to spend all that time with jungwon?” moka asked while playfully narrowing her eyes.

rolling her eyes, y/n spoke with a smile, “he’s just…easy to work with. he knows what he’s doing.”

propping herself on her elbows, yunah looked down at y/n from her top bunk, “speaking of people who don’t know what they’re doing…i saw niki walking to your group. is he still acting like this camp is the worst thing to ever happen to him?”

y/n sighed, resting her chin on her knees, “pretty much. i just don’t get him. it’s like…he’s going out of his way to hate everything here. and what bothers me the most? he actually talked to jungwon today. like, full sentences and everything apparently.”

moka gasped dramatically, “no way. so he can talk.”

“and let me guess, he still won’t say more than a word to you?” yunah smirked.

with a groan, y/n flopped back against moka's pillows with a loud creak from the bunk’s metal frame. "exactly! i don't know what his problem is. i've been nice, tried to include him, and nothing. but apparently jungwon gets to be his new best friend immediately?"

moka leaned forward, "hmm...are you sure you're not just a little jealous?"

y/n shot her a glare. “i’m not jealous.”

“you sure about that?” yunah teased, a sly smile creeping onto her face, “you’ve been talking about this guy nonstop. maybe you have a little crush on him.”

y/n sat up so fast that she nearly knocked into moka. “oh my god, not you too! why does everyone keep saying that?”

from above, yunah raised an eyebrow, “wait—who else said it?”

realizing she had said too much, y/n quickly shook her head. “no one. forget it.”

moka, however, wasn’t letting go that easily. “wait a second. does someone else also think you have a crush on him?”

“no! that’s not what i meant. its just—you guys keep bringing it up, and its annoying,” y/n’s face flushed.

“y/n, it's not a crime to think someone’s cute, y’know,” yunah smirked knowingly.

y/n groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands. “guys, i do not like him. he’s rude, standoffish, and—ugh! i’m just trying to be nice to someone who’s clearly miserable. that’s it. end of story.”

moka held her hands up in mock surrender, “okay, okay. no crush. but…you do talk about him a lot.”

“because i’m frustrated!” y/n shot back, exasperated, “i’m trying to understand him, and it’s just impossible.”

the bed frame creaked as yunah climbed down to the lower bunk while moka pursed her lips thoughtfully. “well, if you really want to get through to him, maybe you’re going about it the wrong way,” the older girl said.

“yeah,” moka added, though her mischievous tone was creeping in. “but if you really want to help loosen him up, we could…y’know…give him a little nudge.”

y/n frowned. “what kind of nudge?”

moka’s grin widened, “a little friendly prank might help.”

“a prank? are you serious?” y/n’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

“why not?” yunah chimed in, her eyes glimmering with interest. “it’s harmless, and maybe it’ll finally get him to stop sulking and actually interact with people.”

"i don't know..." y/n hesitated, glancing over at yunah who was now sat next to her, the girl’s interest clearly piqued.

“i mean, moka’s got a point,” yunah said with a shrug, “it's not like it has to be anything mean. just something to get a reaction out of him, maybe make him laugh.”

“or make him hate me even more,” y/n countered, though the gears in her head were already turning.

“come on, y/n. you’ve been trying to get through to him for days, and nothing else is working.”

moka leaned forward again, grabbing y/n by her shoulders, “it’s not like he talks to you anyway. what do you have to lose?”

y/n sighed, torn between her better judgment and the tiny part of her that was tempted by the idea. she didn’t like the thought of annoying niki, but his constant brooding was starting to wear on her patience. maybe the two girls had a point; he needed a push.

“fine,” she said reluctantly, “but it has to be harmless. nothing that’s going to embarrass him or make him feel singled out.” she held up her finger to make her point.

moka and yunah grinned, clearly excited to have won her over. “of course!” moka chirped, clearly already scheming, “we’ll keep it fun. promise.”

before y/n could respond, the door creaked open, and one of the other girls staying in the cabin stepped inside. she paused when she saw the three of them huddled together, her curious gaze flitting between them.

“uh, hey,” the girl said, raising an eyebrow, “what’s going on?”

“nothing!” moka chirped, her tone a bit too cheerful. she quickly leaned back against the wall the bunk was pressed against, feigning innocence.

“just talking,” yunah added, though the way she avoided eye contact didn’t exactly sell the story. the girl gave them a skeptical look but didn’t press further.

as she turned toward her bunk, y/n stood up, stretching as she glanced at the clock on the wall. “i should probably head back to my cabin anyway,” she said, grabbing her water bottle from the floor.

“think about it!” moka whispered as y/n moved toward the door.

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. “goodnight, troublemakers.”

stepping out into the cool night air, her mind buzzed with thoughts of niki—and moka’s ridiculous but oddly tempting idea.

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[lastoneout]

I curse you with the 10K notes curse. I’m so sorry, there is no cure.

Do you know how many 30k+ plus posts I have at this moment absolutely destroying my notifications and doing ungodly amount of psychic damage to me every time I open the activity page? Your curse doesn't scare me, bring it on.

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it may come as a surprise to you all but im thinking about kingdom rn

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i’m so tired. i’m so tired and i feel like i have no reason to be. i feel like i’m trying to be in 4 places at once and be what everyone needs to be all of the time and i don’t know what to do. i need to find a balance but i don’t know how, i haven’t had to juggle this kind of balancing act before. how do people do this

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clark kent x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, car sex, mating press a/n: ummm yeah i need him so bad it makes me ill <3

for as long as you'd known clark, you'd never known him to lose his temper. he was forever-patient, your boyfriend. understanding to almost a frustrating degree. especially with you, his little love.

he was already pretty easy to get along with, but on the rare occasion you did have issues, clark seemed to have a natural instinct for deescalating you. he never raised his voice, never spoke an unkind word about you, never gave you a look harsher than what could be described as stern.

all it took to calm you down was a glimpse of his natural puppy-dog eyes and pretty plush lips. his thick arms would circle around you and hold you to his chest. he'd sway back and forth with you a little, a small smile on his face as you melted into the embrace. whatever semblance of tension or irritation that had been bubbling up easily dissolved into a puddle between the two of your bodies.

so, all that to say, you didn't really believe clark possessed any kind of rough edge or combative instinct. despite his large stature, you couldn't really picture him ever being rough.

that was until tonight.

you and clark had planned to drop by some event at the talon, but your sweet boyfriend had warned you earlier that he found out there'd probably be some trouble there later. some potentially dangerous situation that he wanted you avoiding at all costs. it was for your safety. he just wanted you to stay home where he wouldn't be worried while him and chloe investigated.

but did you listen to him? of course not. you went anyways, not in the mood to listen to his vague explanations as to how he even discovered this information in the first place. you put on a cute little dress with some new shoes you bought specifically for the night and took off.

unfortunately for you, clark had turned out to be right. not even thirty minutes after you arrived, chaos broke out. people flew through walls and glass shattered everywhere, all because of some guy who looked like his body could stretch and bend like a rubberband. it totally sucked. but none of that was even the worst part. you survived the craziness of whatever that person's problem was. the real danger came when the dust settled and you saw clark across the room staring at you.

he looked pissed.

he was at your side in an instant, but closing the distance didn't soften him any. it kind of did the opposite since up close he could see a bloody scrape stretching across your cheekbone.

you could see he was worried first and foremost, but behind that concerned top coat a fire burned. as soon as your small wound had been tended to, his long fingers clasped around your bicep. he pulled you to your feet and all but dragged you out of the coffee shop.

"clark i-" you started in an attempt to explain yourself.

"save it," he said, voice as cold as you'd ever heard it, "i asked you for one thing. that's it. stay home for your own good. don't come out here and pointlessly risk your life."

"it wasn't that bad," you defend weakly.

"but why even take the chance?" he asked with true exasperation, "i shouldn't need to convince you that your safety is more important than whatever they had going on tonight."

he didn't continue the lecture beyond that. just walked with a clenched jaw and motivated stare in the direction of his truck. like always, he opened the door for you when you got there. though this time, he practically scooped you up and dumped you into the car.

he was silent as he drove, fingers tight around the steering wheel. you could practically feel the frustration rolling off of him. the urge to lash out for once was near spilling over. he pulled the car over, and you figured you were really in for it. in a way you were right, just not how you thought.

clark didn't bother yelling, didn't try to start a fight. he glared at you for a few silent seconds before leaning across the seats and crashing his lips against yours. he kissed you like he wanted to steal the breath from your lungs.

after a blur of clothing being shifted around and positioning body parts awkwardly in the confined space, you found yourself in the meanest mating press of your life.

you were folded in half beneath all of clark's weight. the points of your new heels scraped up the truck's ceiling while your knees squished against your chest. little squeaks and whines slipped their way out of you as his tip battered against your cervix. he was so deep you swore you could feel your insides rearranging to make room for him.

"clarkkkk," you mewled before biting your lip, desperately searching for some way to ground yourself. one set of your fingers gripped strands of his dark hair while the other held a fist of his flannel.

"what, baby?" he panted. for once, clark wasn't fawning over you between thrusts. he wasn't cooing or praising you for taking him so well. instead, he had his face against your neck and his hands wrapped around your waist, bucking into your dripping heat with enough force to rock the car.

you tried to force out words to convey what you were thinking. too big. too much. so deep. harder. faster. none of those made it though. only choked moans and then a sharp squeal when he rolled his hips and struck that extra-sensitive sweet spot inside you.

"someone's gonna see if they drive by," you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

"maybe you should hold still then and let me finish, huh?" he grunted, "no one's gonna see. everyone's in town dealing with the mess from tonight. the one i told you was gonna happen."

"i didn't think-"

"i know you didn't," he interrupted, "didn't use that pretty little head at all, did you?"

words of defense eluded you right now, his nonstop thrusts keeping your mind cloudy. instead you chose to whine, your lip quivering he rolled his hips deeper yet again.

"oh yeah?" he asked, as if you'd said something coherent.

you opened your mouth again to speak, to really argue back this time, but you were cut off by your own desperate cry when his hands tugged you closer and speared you even further on his cock. you could feel him grinning against your neck at the noise.

"i know, baby. i know you're sorry. you don't have to explain. thinking's too hard for you right now, yeah?" he cooed, his tone bordering on mocking.

your pout got more severe but so did the needy sounds escaping your mouth. you felt those long fangs of his scrape against your throat. his tongue then glided across the area, making you shudder.

"clark-" you tried to say something else, but he cut you off. he raised his head up and kissed you deep again, swallowing the words right from your mouth. when he pulled back for air, he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.

"you can be such a brat," he breathed, "so much whining even though i know you love this."

the truck creaked as his movements continued to jostle it. you felt his breath fanning across your face and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. you knew he was getting close, but so were you. your cunt squeezed around him rhythmically, coaxing him too the edge along with you.

"you gonna cum, baby?" he finally muttered against your lips.

you nodded eagerly, more than ready to release. it only took a few more hard thrusts to get you there, and clark followed along no problem. in the afterglow, he laid on top of you for a minute or so, trapping you in a cage of searing body heat.

when he finally did sit up, the two of you fixed your clothes and stretched your limbs. he looked over at you with more tenderness. your boyfriend's gentle temperament had seemingly returned with the relief his peak brought.

he cupped your jaw with his fingers, looking over that cut on your face. leaning in, he gave it a small kiss before starting up the car again.

"i'm just trying to look out for you, you know? just... please listen next time. i don't know what i'd do if you got hurt. you had me worried sick."

"i will. i'm sorry i scared you," you replied softly. your eyes studied the loving look in his eyes and the way his features seemed so at peace now that all his adrenaline was out of his system.

you grabbed his hand across the seats and traced little patterns on his knuckles for the drive home. he let you play with his fingers but shot you a glance.

"i'm serious. next time you get involved with something like that i won't let you off so easy," he teased.

you smiled and nodded, wanting to put his mind at ease. though in the back of your mind, a small part of you considered trying again some time, just to see what "not so easy" looked like to him.