#I just needed to get this out of my head and didn't need to bother on my main

[jaeyunnz]

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

ni-ki + f¡reader ❤︎ 18+

WARNINGS — dom!ni-ki, sub¡reader, arguing, making out, cussing, rough sex, unprotected sex (dont do it.) sucking him off, hair pulling, spanking, pet names.

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Last night, Riki and you had got into a huge argument about him being on the phone 24/7. You already overthink a lot and seeing him do that raises your suspicions even if it may really be nothing. You thought he was texting some other girl, with the way he's been ignoring you and too engrossed on the screen. When you brought it up, he was calm about it and told you it was nothing, just him doing work. Though you didn't believe that, and kept nagging at him, so then he snapped. After that, the both of you have been silent, not even looking at eachother once.

On a midnight around 10:45 pm, Riki got back from work and took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat hanger, still in his suit. He kicks off his shoes and sees you in the kitchen, cooking. He doesn't bother to say anything and just walks upstairs to the bedroom, slamming the door which caused you to jump at the sound, sighing.

You finish cooking him something to eat and make your way upstairs, knocking gently on the door. Theres no reply, its just silent. You grab the knob and turn it slowly, opening it and seeing Riki yet again on his phone, sitting on the bed with his head against his arm. He doesn't acknowledge the fact that your there, so you take a step closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Riki?" You whisper softly, but there still isn't a reply. "Riki."

He finally lifts his head up, meeting your eyes with an intense gaze. "Look I had a shitty day at work, I don't need this. " he says with a grunt, breaking eyecontact with you. "I'm not here to argue with you, I made you dinner." Saying softly, he looks up at you, "cool, not hungry." You frown, placing the plate on the nightstand, "You better eat." He snaps his head back up to look at you, crossing his arms. "And you better leave my room."

You sit there, a bit upset at how harsh he's being. You spent a lot of time making him food and the fact that he's rejecting it? Over a dumb argument?

"Really, Riki? Why are you being like this?" He ignores you, still on his phone, you furrow your eyebrows and slightly peek to see what he's doing. "What the hell are you doing that's so important, I dont understand!?-" he cuts you off when he slams his phone down on the nightstand, causing it to shake. "You wanna check my fucking phone?" He grabs it, tossing it to you. You stare at it, unsure what to do at this point. "Go, check it since your on my dick about it all the time."

"I don't need to.. I trust you, I just want your attention, Ki." He pokes his tongue through his cheek, shaking his head slightly. He gets up from the bed, staring down at you. "It's not like I'm purposely ignoring you, I have a lot to do." You get up as well, looking up at him, "I know and I'm sorry." He turns his head the other way, grunting. "Let me make it up to you... please? I'll do anything, Ki."

He doesn't reply, so you decide there isn't any use and your about to leave the room til he grabs you, pushing you harshly against the wall, pinning your body down. You gasp from the sudden movement, swallowing hard and locking eyecontact with him.

He smashes his lips against yours in a harsh kiss, your eyes widen for a moment before you give in, wrapping your arms around his neck. Once your lips part, he slips his tongue inside your mouth, rubbing it against yours while trailing his hand down to wrap around your waist, a moan escapes your lips. He slowly pulls back, the both of you panting heavily.

Barely a few seconds passed by and he dives back in, this time leaving a trail of wet sloppy and rough kisses on your neck, sucking or nipping at the skin. You grip onto the back of his hair, rolling your eyes back. "A-ah mmph, Ki..." He leaves a few marks on your neck before pulling back slightly. "Make it up to me huh?" He groans out as you nod, confirming this. He places his hands on your shoulders, shoving you onto your knees.

"Take off my belt." You widen your eyes, knowing where this is going before undoing his belt slowly, his hand coming down to yank your hair back roughly, a whimper escaping your mouth. "Hurry the fuck up." You gulp as he lets go of your hair, working faster this time and finally slipping it off, tossing it aside before looking up at him to guide you. "I think you know what to do from here, hm?" He looks down at you, your hand moving up and unzipping his pants, yanking it down along with his boxers.

His cock springs free, its big and has a slight curve to it. You admire his length for a moment before swallowing hard. "R-riki... I don't know if that'll fit in my mouth." He slides his hand down to cup your cheek, "I'm sure you can do it, babygirl. And if you don't i'll shove it down your throat myself." Your eyes wide in surprise from his words, his thumb running against your bottom lip. He's never usually this rough with you, but maybe it's because of your earlier arguments. He's probably frustrated.

"So, can you handle that, or what? Or are you gonna back out now, because fuck, if you start and then can't finish, I swear to god." Gulping, you shake your head and murmur out, "I-I'll try..." Nervously hesitating, you wrap your hand around the base, your palm and fingers barely around the length fully due to his huge size, placing gentle kisses on the head of his cock. He places his hand on the wall behind you, biting his lower lip. Finally you take only the tip inside your mouth, sucking and kitty licking it. "Fffuck..." he groans out, tilting his head back. Your tongue swirls around the head, his cock already leaking pre-cum as his free hand comes down to grip your hair, pulling you closer.

This causes you to take more of his length, almost choking. Grabbing his hips for balance, you move your head lower, bobbing your head up and down at a slow pace. "Fuck yeah... just like that baby." He grunts out deeply, fluttering his eyes shut in pleasure. "Damnit... your mouth feels so good."

His breath hitches as your head moves up and down at a faster pace. He starts bucking his hips forward, thrusting deep down your throat and causing you to gag, drool forming and dripping down the corner of your mouth. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." he pulls his cock out of your mouth and you instantly gasp, a string of saliva attached from your lips to the tip of his cock, panting heavily.

"Bend over for me baby." He breathes out, you follow his orders and lay onto the bed with your hips up, your ass in the air. He climbs behind you, pressing his bare cock against your shorts. You bite your lower lip and push your ass back against him, a loud groan escaping his mouth. He wraps his thick arms around your waist, pulling your hips up higher and roughly shoving your shorts down along with your panties. He spits on his palm, rubbing the saliva onto his massive head. He presses the blunt tip against your cunt, pushing slowly. "Oh shit."

You arch your back, screeching softly from the feeling, "A-ah, Ki!" He grips your thighs tighter, pushing his thick cockhead past your resisting pussy with a low grunt. "Damnit." He inches in deeper, spreading you obscenely wide. His cock twitches violently as he sheathes himself halfway inside you. "You're squeezing me so fucking tight..." He's barely halfway in, and you're already whimpering and arching your back against him like a cat in heat.

"T-too big.." you whimper out in pain and pleasure. He wraps his massive hands around your waist, pulling you onto his thick length inch by agonizing inch, causing you to fill the room up with pleasured screams. "Fuck. Take it babygirl... you can do it." He groans deeply as he bottoms out, his huge cock buried to the hilt inside your tight pussy. "Fuuuck..." He leans over your back, panting heavily into your ear. "A-ah, Ki! P-please be more gentle i...it's too much hahh.."

His massive dick throbs inside you, his thrusts becoming deeper. Hes not planning on going easy with you, especially not after the argument. Hes frustrated and this is his way of relieving it.

Your hands grip tightly onto the bedsheets, digging your fingernails in the soft material as your eyes roll back, his thick cock rubbing against your inner walls, "You're gonna make me cum." He grabs your hips roughly, pounding into you steadily, his massive cock stretching you wide open with each thrust as the room gets filled with his groans and your whiny screams. He adjusts his angle slightly, hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you moan continuously. "Your taking this dick so well, babe."

"A-ahh Riki, I'm g-gonna-" He slams into you again, his huge length almost lifting you off the bed. You squirm around, your thighs are shaking violently from the pleasure and roughness of his thrusts. "Cum for me babygirl." He whispers dirtily, bringing his hand down to spank your ass, leaving a red hand print as it causes you to lift your hips up, wincing in both pain and pleasure.

Your clenching tightly around him before reaching your climax, cumming and squirting all over his cock and the bedsheets. He pounds into you wildly, grunting loudly as he feels his orgasm approaching. "Shit, I'm cumming!" He slams his cock as deep as physically possible, his thick shaft throbbing intensely inside your tight pussy. "Take it all, fuck!" He smacks your ass one last time, a gasp coming out of your mouth while his massive load floods your inner walls with sticky cum.

He slowly pulls out, you whine from the loss of contact and fall onto the bed, exhausted. His massive length coated in your juices and his thick load. He sees it leak out of you, running down your thighs. "Fuck, baby. That was incredible." he leans down to gently kiss your cheek, collapsing ontop of you. "Y-yeah? It better have been.. because m-my ass is sore." he lets out a chuckle, leaving soft kisses on your neck. "My poor baby. A little too rough huh?" You look up at him with half closed eyes, kissing his lips, "mm... but i liked it." You smile tiredly at him.

💘: I LOVE RIKI AHHH anyways thank you to everyone on here for being so sweet!!! lmk who i should do next, maybe jungwon or sunghoon? ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[nemisuki]

Intertwined

Dating AU | He wasn’t aware such a small insecurity could affect your relationship that much. Lucky for him, she seems to know how to ease his worries away. 

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, no manga spoilers, pure fluff, no smut, no angst, reverse comfort lowkey, aged up to third years, they're both whipped, two idiots in love, wholesome short oneshot, 821 word count

His brows furrow with frustration at the glistening skin - small droplets of sweat already beginning to form at the surface of his palms.

Bakugos mood immediately getting ruined at the sight of it.

He takes pride in many things in his life, one of them being his quirk, the ability to create explosions from mere sweat is truly an odd but valuable power.

One that needed proper training to get used too and eventually perfected. But there was always one problem that remained and perhaps is unavoidable.

Excessive sweating.

At first it was manageable, he simply wiped it away on his pants, not thinking much of it.

Though as time went on, it grew out of control. Perhaps it was a side effect of puberty now that their seniors in highschool, who knows?

What he did know was that it was beyond irritating.

Maybe this was his karma for being too cocky in the past. He assumed his quirk had no downsides he couldn't manage, but the gods just had to humble him.

For an over hygienic guy - this was probably his worst nightmare come true.

Especially now that he has a girlfriend.

"Cmon Katsuki, we gotta return to the dorms before curfew!"

She quickly grabs a hold of his hand, cheerful expression on her face, a bright smile that could battle the sun.

Oblivious to the swirling thoughts in his head.

Dating was a concept he never thought he would experience - til he met Y/N. As a new couple he didn't expect this personal issue to have such an effect on his relationship.

But here we are.

He flinches at her touch, swiftly extracting his hand from hers, simply praying she didn't notice his clammy hands.

Her face instantly falls, switching to one of worry and hesitation, "Katsuki? Hey what's wrong?"

The blonde didn't know what else to do but stay silent, avoiding eye contact with her as he tried to think of something to say, subtly wiping his hands on his school uniform.

Feeling embarrassed to tell her about this 'problem' he's been recently dealing with.

"It's nothing."

Noticing the clear shift in his demeanor, she tries connecting the dots and gives him an apologetic look, "I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with holding hands! I should've asked first since you hate PDA." 

His head snaps back at her, realizing the careless mistake he just made, "No no that's not what I- uh"

He sighs as irritation begins bubbling inside him, directed at himself for making her worried over something so trivial.

"It's not that dummy. My hands are..." he looks away once again. Feeling self conscious all of a sudden - opening up has never been an easy thing for him.

She notices the tip of his ears burning with a pink hue, rare shyness creeping in his voice, "My hands get sweaty a lot because of my quirk."

A moment of silence passes between them.

"It's been out of control lately so-"

His words waver as he feels her pinky finger slowly wrap around his own. Her eyes soften as she stares up at him, a look of understanding on her face.

"Ah I see. Then this is fine right?" she smiles, tilting her head to get a better view of his face.

 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ 

"...Yeah sure, whatever" he clears his throat, avoiding her gaze completely.

She giggles at his cute demeanor, not used to seeing him like this, just thinking how soft this blonde truly is under all the walls he put over his heart.

He doesn't say much as they continue their walk back towards campus. His heart doing somersaults in his chest at the contact.

"It doesn't bother me by the way" she mumbles, smiling up at him again, "I just want to be next to you."

"You're such a sap."

He pinches her puffy cheek with his other hand - making her whine in response, trying to distract the effect her words have on him.

A small laugh escapes him as he mushes her face to form pouty duck lips, rolling his eyes at her unintelligible words of plead.

"So fucking dramatic." 

Whether to shush her up or satisfy his own desires, he quickly leans down and presses a small peck to her puckered lips. Letting her face go a second after, making the poor girl flustered and silent with shock.

"What was that for?" she says, fidgeting with her sleeves like a love struck fool.

"Tch, can I not kiss my own girlfriend?"

He spins around to walk away - making her rush to catch up, a knowing look on her face.

"I know but in public? Katsuki you sly dog~" she cooes, trying to rile him up.

"Fuck off."

"Love you too!"

At her continuous laughter and teasing, all he could do was put a fake frown on his face, but only from her eyes - she could see the small smile underneath it all.

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a/n ||| im really sorry for not posting much u guys! i kinda lost motivation these past couple of weeks but im finally feeling better. i actually relate to this so much bc i sadly suffer from hyperhidrosis. If you don't know what hyperhidrosis is, it's "a medical condition in which a person exhibits excessive sweating". So im basically bakugo irl u guys! one side effect is that my hands are constantly clammy and it's so annoying, me and katsuki twinning fr. my apologies go out to fellow people like us, this condition sucks so bad *sighssssss* tags ||| @leleyro @zaiban2989 ໒꒰ྀི ´๑  ̫๑`  ꒱ྀིა

[defectivevillain]

& your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

pairing: Deadpool & Wolverine & Reader

The reader's race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

summary: “Deadpool and Wolverine, sitting in a minivan, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” The guy sings to himself, his head swaying back and forth as he continues. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a dog in a… baby… carriage!” He taps his hands on the steering wheel restlessly. “Hm. That last part needs some work.” It doesn’t look like he’s noticed you sitting in the backseat.

Your Uber ride is... interesting, to say the least.

word count: 1.8k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical suggestive humor/blood & violence

author's note: This is probably the dumbest thing I've ever written. This fic is complete and utter crack. The logistics of this don’t really make sense either. I haven’t watched the second Deadpool movie, because I don’t have it in me to take on another pair of disaster gays. But! I saw the car fight scene and thought of this. (For example, I didn't realize until I started tagging this fic on AO3 that the Honda Odyssey belongs to Nicepool.... which clashes with this story. So... yeah. Canon doesn't exist to me.)

Also, I couldn't find a gif of them in the car that didn't just look like something right out of gay porn 💀 lmfaooo. anyways, hope you enjoy this shit show!

Uber is always a bit of a roll of the dice. Sometimes, the driver is great and the ride is painless. Other times, it’s awkward or uncomfortable—and the drive seems to take twice as long, if only because you’re relegated to staring out the window and regretting every decision you’ve ever made. You’ve been using Uber less these days, instead opting for a longer train ride or unpleasant bus ride. 

Today, though, you’re exhausted. Your head is pounding; work was an absolute nightmare, per usual; and you just want nothing more than to go home. When you see the marked van of the Uber driver pulling up, you’re quick to slide into the backseat. 

The driver—Joseph, the app says—can’t even get a word out before the window next to him is suddenly punched. You stare in fearful disbelief as a guy wearing red spandex promptly tugs him out of the car and kicks him into the nearby bushes. Then he sits in the driver’s seat, beginning to hum to himself casually. 

“Deadpool and Wolverine, sitting in a minivan, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” He sings to himself, his head swaying back and forth as he continues. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a dog in a… baby… carriage!” He taps his hands on the steering wheel restlessly. “Hm. That last part needs some work.” It doesn’t look like he’s noticed you. 

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?” A new voice says. To your horror, there’s another guy now—he nearly rips the passenger side door off as he takes a seat, then slamming it behind him. You look at both of them, taking in their spandex costumes and assorted weapons. The yellow-suited man is Wolverine; and the red-suited man must be Deadpool—judging from that childish song he just sang. You think you’ve heard of them, maybe? They don’t seem to be particularly villainous guys, but you don’t know them well enough to make that assumption safely. 

They continue bickering for several minutes, not even bothering to turn around and glance at their occupied backseat. Eventually your annoyance trumps your anxiety and you address them. “Can you stop flirting and just drive?” You blurt out.

They both flinch, whipping around in their seats as if just noticing you. 

“Oh, hello!” Deadpool chirps brightly, sending you a friendly wave that feels very misplaced for the current situation. “How long have you been there?” He tilts his head curiously. 

“The entire time.” You answer. 

“Wonderful.” Wolverine says dryly. 

“It’s not my fault you lack situational awareness.” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. The guy’s eyebrow shoots up his face in clear irritation. You try to pretend your hands aren’t shaking. This is completely normal. Just an ordinary commute after work. “Anyways, can you just drive already?” You add on impatiently. It’s been a long day and this really isn’t helping it go any faster. You fidget uncomfortably. 

“Drive?” Deadpool asks, seeming confused. 

“We’re in a car, in case you didn’t notice.” You say, your headache speaking for you. These two have been talking the entire time you’ve been sitting here. “And you threw my Uber driver into the bushes over there, so….” You trail off. 

“Then you can take a trip to the bushes next.” Wolverine says gruffly. 

“No, that makes you the Uber driver, buddy.” You assert, turning to the red-suited guy sitting in the driver’s seat. He seems to be a lot more amicable—and easily persuaded—than the grouch. “So buckle up and take your eyes off your friend for two seconds to take me where I need to go.” And wow, you must be even more tired than you thought. 

“Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?” Wolverine practically orders. 

“Not really.” You admit. Nothing about this interaction makes sense to you. It may as well be a dream sequence, because your filter is completely gone. “The couple's costumes are cute, though.” 

“We’re not a couple.” He immediately corrects you. 

Deadpool visibly droops at his side. “Come on, you’re breaking my heart.” He says somewhat sarcastically. Immediately, the two guys seem to be on the verge of arguing again. 

You sigh and try to summon some patience. Maybe you can appeal to their cold, dead hearts by being nice. “Hey, can you just drive me to where I need to go, please?” You ask, breaking through their taunting once more. “I won’t tell anyone about whatever this is. I just want to go home.” 

You must look particularly pathetic, because after only a few moments of silence, they both seem to cave in. “Where are you going.” Wolverine almost growls, managing to make the question sound like a demand. You answer with the address and he sighs, plugging it into the GPS system next to the front console. 

Deadpool begins driving. No one is talking, as the vigilante focuses on the road; you fight off your growing fear, and Wolverine stews in irritation. They’re talking about something in hushed whispers, but you’re too exhausted and overwhelmed to eavesdrop. It’s only when they begin to raise their voices that you realize you may not reach your destination just yet. They’re currently engaged in a worrying stare-off, with Deadpool not even looking at the road ahead.

…You’re definitely going to die. 

When the car screeches to a stop moments later, you’re not very surprised. Deadpool seems to be resisting the urge to put his knife through Wolverine. You take one look at the two of them and decide you don’t want to be a part of their homoerotic fist fight. So you open your door—which is unlocked, by some miracle—and head off to sit nearby. You find a decently-sized tree and sit behind it, using it as a makeshift barrier from the violence occurring behind you. For a while, you can only hear pained hisses and curse words. Just when you start to think the fight is over, the glass of the windshield shatters and a blur of motion passes before your eyes. Wolverine catches himself with a hand on the ground, crouching and slowly looking up only to meet your eyes. He then stares at you in disbelief, clearly surprised to see you. You can’t find any words to say. 

Your presence must distract him, because soon Deadpool is running at him with a gleeful cry. “Thanks, baby!” The mercenary says to you, before throwing a punch at the superhero. They start trading hits and you glance at the car forlornly. 

Truthfully, you want nothing more than to steal the van and drive away, but Deadpool and Wolverine are still too close. While they’re distracted, though, you manage to sneak back to the car—swiping the keys and the knife that was neglected in the passenger seat. Then they’re throwing each other at the car again, and you’re back at a distance. 

It’s extremely amusing to see the two guys finally collapse in the car after their unnecessarily long fight… only to realize they don’t have the keys. They seem moments away from brawling it out again, when you snap. Today has really been the worst day you’ve had in a long time. And it was looking to be that way, even before all of this nonsense. 

You move mechanically, until you’re standing before the broken window on the driver’s side. “Get up.” You say, swallowing past the burning feeling in your throat. The urge to cry is growing stronger with every passing second. Deadpool just looks up at you. In a burst of exhausted anger, you point the knife at him. You don’t have any plans to use it, of course. But you get the sense he only really listens to violence. 

There’s silence for a long time. “Are we getting carjacked?” Deadpool eventually asks. 

“No,” you sigh. “Just get in the back. Please. It’s been a long day; I just want to go home. You can fool around and do your stupid shit after.” Your voice breaks somewhere along the way and you think your hand is shaking ever so slightly as you hold the knife. 

Deadpool and Wolverine turn towards each other, some sort of silent understanding passing between them. Then the vigilante is gently holding the blade  and taking it from your hand. He heads to the backseat, before Wolverine lets out a groan and does the same. 

You bite the inside of your cheek and sit down, starting the car. Fortunately, it seems the car is still functioning—despite the bloodbath it just saw. These two seem a little hardheaded, but not stupid enough to risk getting stranded without a working car. 

You try to hide your shaking hands as you turn your attention to the GPS system, before putting the car in reverse and then proceeding onto the nearby street. Luckily, you’re not far from where you wanted to be—with a ten minute drive, you’ll arrive. 

Those ten minutes feel like ten hours. The guys are completely silent in the back, evidently tired from their fight. The van looks… well, rather bad. There are bloodstains everywhere and you think the driver’s seat must’ve been knifed, because it feels weirdly uncomfortable. But finally, finally, you arrive and pull into the parking lot. 

You take a slow breath, pretending not to feel as scared and restless as you are. Your survival instincts kick in and you quickly turn the car off. From there, you almost robotically exit the car. The sheer absurdity of the situation is starting to catch up to you. And despite the fact that neither of the men paid you much attention, you can’t shake off the knowledge that they could kill you in the blink of an eye. 

“You’ll give us a five-star rating, right?” Deadpool asks through the space where the back seat window used to be. His remark unknowingly breaks through your quickly spiraling thoughts.

You don’t bother entertaining his question. “Have fun on your little adventure.” You manage to say instead. The remark is intended to be somewhat sarcastic, but it comes out quiet and too sincere. 

“It’s an average size for an adventure, thank you very much.” Deadpool jokes. Then he almost seems to straighten up. His mask covers his entire face, but his voice sounds sympathetic. “Get some rest, pal. You look like hell.” 

He seems concerned. It’s a strange thought. You stand there for a bit longer than you should, because you’re so surprised by the remark. Then you blink and break out of your thoughts, closing the door behind you and walking away. The unmistakable screeching sound of tires on pavement informs you of their departure. 

It takes you several hours to convince yourself you’re safe and sound. And when your head finally hits your pillow that night, you’re graced with one humorous thought: you’ve had weirder Uber drivers, ironically. 

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Deadpool, turning towards you: So I guess this means I'm your Uber driver now...? Wolverine, frowning: ...I've never been to oovoo javer.

What the hell am I doing with my life. I haven't even watched this movie god dammit. And I have yet ANOTHER fic draft with these two... (－‸ლ)

I like how I updated my blog's theme (and it's beautiful and I don't care what anyone says), only to post this absolute dumpster fire of a fic immediately after. Like, how does anyone take me seriously...

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[yourtypicalhuman09]

Beyond The Bat

(Neglected reader x Yandere batfam)

Chapter 1: In The Shadows

TW!!! Cursing !!Dark AU!!

Living in the Wayne manor isn't the sweet luxurious dream you'd think it'd be, reality is in fact much crueler. For as long as I could remember I had lived in this dreary mansion, but lived isn't the word I'd use. I was more trapped here if anything. My "family", if I could even call them that, are well respected people. They're highly skilled and talented people, someone like me could only dream to be like them. I tried so hard to get close to them, I really did try, but no matter what I did nothing worked. I did everything, gymnastics, martial arts, theater, art, music, coding, dance, volleyball, cheerleading, heck I was even in the honors society. Despite being an A+ student and a role model in high society they never once went to any of my recitals, games, or showcases. I went to galas all alone, I had to deal with the sneering faces and snide remarks of high class men and woman alone since I was 8. Not very safe for a child huh? I didn't think so either but my "father" doesn't seem to care.

Nevertheless, I have no choice in this matter and it's not like life here is unbearable. Sure I get beatings and tongue lashings every now and then, but for the most part everyone in the manor tends to forget me eventually and leave me alone. It's pretty isolating but I got used to it, after all I have duties to perform. I have my job as Student council president and I don't intend to slack off. I got that job with my own blood sweat and tears and I will not let all those sleepless nights go to waste. I don't have time to wallow in self pity I have countless of students looking up to me and counting on me to do my job.

"Young master, are you okay? You seem to be staring off into space."

I looked up to our old butler, his face jaded and littered with wrinkles that seemed to contort pathetically in worry. I knew better than to accept his pity. He seems to be a wise gentle man on the outside with his elegant wardrobe, worn old body, and soft spoken demeanor, but do not be fooled. In truth, Alfred Pennyworth was a foolish coward. This was the same man who abandoned his own daughter just like my idiot of a father. I gave him a chance, but nothing's been the same since the day he accidentally called me Julia. I was nothing but a stand in for him, someone to relieve his guilt with.

"I'm fine. Don't you have something better to do? I'm sure Bruce has some kind of task for you, no need to bother yourself with my problems"

"...Very well then...Take care of yourself young master."

He clearly had something more to say but he decided to do nothing and walk away. Like I said he's a coward. Still I'm not new to disappointment, whether it's the disappointment of missed birthdays or the way they all see me as the disappointment, it's nothing I haven't experienced before. I quickly packed up my things and headed to school. Sure riding to school on an old worn out bike isn't exactly ideal, but I have to deal with what I have. Although, I do have to take some back alleys to school since I don't want anyone seeing and starting a scandal. I can already see the blaring headlines, "Daughter of Gotham's richest man caught riding to school on a beat up bicycle!". What a bunch of nosy bastards.

"Good mornin' (Y/N)!"

I turned to face the sunny senior calling my name, his unadulterated joy making him stand out in the crowd of groggy gothamites.

"Good morning Cyrus."

My crisp responses never seems to deter the boy as he continues to walk beside me chattering endlessly.

"(Y/N) I got things you asked! It's super cool what you're doing for the school, I'm so happy I get to be apart of it! If you ever need help with anything please do ask me!"

I sighed, his joyful energy was contagious. I couldn't help but crack a smile. Though it quickly disappeared as I regained my composure, but obviously not fast enough since Cyrus' joy seems to only be growing.

"Ahhhhh (Y/N) just smiled! I made the student president smile! I'm so sigma"

Here he goes again with those weird words and that cocky grin. I sighed once again, I'm too tired for this.

"Yes thank you Cyrus get to class now, I'll pick up the things I asked for after school."

"Yes ma'am!"

I watched as he playfully saluted and ran to class almost bumping into several people along the way. I facepalmed, he was such a handful but strangely I don't really mind. It's probably the lack of sleep I'll make sure to go to bed early today, for now I have to get to class myself.

Author's note: Omg chapter one is finally out! This took me a lot longer than expected but I hope it's good I went through a tiny writer's block😅. I hope you guys like Cyrus I tried to make him a silly and sunny character but trust me he'll have lore and be a much deeper character. I also tried making (Y/N)'s backstory pretty vague since they're the narrator and I figured they wouldn't like talking about it, but their lore will be revealed more throughout future chapters. Anyways as always thank you all for reading and have a good day/night!

Credits to khaer for the dividers

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[coquettejunnie]

[ ୨୧ ] ── What I Cherish The Most

"And I'll take some time- just to be thankful that I had days full of you, you. Before it winds down into the memories, it's all just memories- la-la-la-la-la. "

୨୧ Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x Fem!Reader・Wc: 0.6 (672) / fluff (makes me giggle while twirling), skinship, kissing, petnames (baby) ! ♡ type: headcanon

In which. . . Yuta is craving for some attention. So he decides to bother his girlfriend so she can do something about it.

now playing: get you by daniel ceasar (ft. kali uchis)

Rose's Note: This was originally supposed to be for my ot8 post but decided to just send it separately since it was longer than the rest of them. This is not the story that I was saying that I was gonna write something else to fix my last post but I just wanted to send it out so it wouldn't be in my drafts. This is also dedicated to Yuta's iconic lip pursing. It's just so freakin wholesome.

As you were laying on your bed while reading an article on your laptop while being unaware of your surroundings, you sensed a figure that came close to you- which was your boyfriend, Yuta. He went on the bed and crawled towards you with the covers over him. You were trying so hard to keep a poker face because you couldn't help but adore him. Even though he acts childish, you couldn't get enough of him.

"What are you doing?" you tilted your head in confusion.

He used his hand to demonstrate for you to continue, "Continue what you were doing."

"You're distracting me with your cute self." you tapped his forehead.

"You know you love it though." he said in a teasing tone. "I love attention. Baby, I need it right now. I'm desperate." he scooted at each word that escaped his lips sarcastically.

You closed your laptop with a short sigh then crossed your arms while looking down at him, waiting for an answer. He laid his head on your lap as he started to play with your pants strings.

"Can you rub my head, please?" he questioned as he looked up at you.

"Yeah." you started to caress his head which his lips curved into a smile.

"Thank you." he said while jokingly singing. He moved his head forward to try and kiss you on the lips but you dodged it.

"Hey, what was that for?" he turned his whole body to give you his attention.

"Should I really give you a kiss?" you pretended like you were thinking hard about it.

"Yeah, you should give me a kiss. Now gimme one." he leaned forward as he pursed his lips. You couldn't help but laugh at it.

You flipped the blanket over his head. "You didn't say please though."

You started to crawl away but before you could reach the end of the bed, he pulled your legs closer and flipped you on your back so he would be over you. He started to plant many kisses on your face as it was making you giggle.

"You're killing me, Yuta!" you said in between your laughs. "Okay, you win!"

He kissed your cheek then looked into your eyes. "I can't help but gatekeep you from this world. You're so precious." he tapped your nose then continued to send you his love- as in kissing you nonstop.

You gave up and indulged him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to do what he was doing. He adjusted the blankets over the both of you as he never broke away from the kiss.

"Can I kiss you forever?" he said in between the kisses.

"You can't do it forever because we have to do important things to do at some point."

"And what are more important things that we have to do where I can't kiss you like this forever, hmm?"

"Like work? There are such things as working." you answered back.

"Nope, we can skip that." Yuta continued to plant kisses on you but instead of your cheek, his lips traveled down to the crook of your neck as he let out a long relieved sigh. "I love you so, so much." you felt his breath brush against your skin.

After a few seconds- which felt like forever, Yuta removed his lips away from your skin as he turned his attention towards you. "Y/n, did you know that you're the only person besides my parents that I cherish the most?"

You smiled from his sudden response which made him smile too. He laid down on your chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you, Yuta." you caressed his forehead. He leaned in forward as you indulged him to kiss you. You guys both melted into the soft but yet tender kiss.

"I love you too, Y/n." he said in between the kiss while his lips formed into a smile against yours.

And that is what you cherish the most. Yuta Nakamoto.

[l0relaii]

MORNING HO!!! missed u 🫶🌚🌝

anywhoots..

How do we feel about noisey Connor? After deviating and not knowing gow to control his sounds when in a sexual situation and being just out of control with himself 🫠

missed you too baee 🫶

omg i love this idea

imagine deviant connor who just can't stop making noises. in any scenario.

you accidently brush your hand on his arm? he whimpers

you kiss him? he's groaning into your mouth

you're riding him until his system just crashes? he's loud af

he's so confused tho

because he does some research in the beginning of your relationship. and by research i mean he watches porn

a lot of porn. an insane amount. although he'd never ever admit it even when you caught him

he wants to analyze how humans do it so he could mimick it with you, so he could try and feel more human through his connection with you

his confusion is about the men in the videos. why are they so..silent?

is that what women like? would you prefer him like that?? do his noises bother you???

unfortunately he's too embarrassed to actually ask you anything

he just continues watching staged shit on pornhub and that fuels his doubts and growing insecurity

he doesn't watch the good homemade videos so ofc the girl is just an actress who is screaming her lungs out and saying she's cumming every 2 seconds

but the guy is just.. pounding into her? if the camera didn't film his cock going in and out you wouldn't even know he was there at all

maybe he hears a groan when he cums but that's it? is that how it's supposed to be?

now he feels a bit embarrassed about his loud moaning. and he tries to hold it in

and you notice that the next time you're riding him

everything seems normal, his hands are all over you, his head is tilted back on the bed frame while he watches you bouncing

his LED is flickering with a beautiful hot pink shade (which you discovered only comes out when y'all get freaky)

but he's..silent. dead silent.

that's.. unusual, very unusual

so after a few moments of bouncing you stop looking at him confused

"connor.. is everything alright??"

"mfuck- yes, of course my love, why'd you stop?"

his hands tighten their grip on your hips trying to lift you and make you move but you squeeze your thighs around his to keep yourself grounded

"do you not enjoy this? wanna take a break or something?"

"of course i enjoy this, why wouldn't i?"

"then why are you so silent?"

"oh- uhm- i thought that's how it's supposed to be?"

"no it's not? who told you that shit? did the neighbours complain again? i told you i don't care what they-"

"no one told me anything"

"then how'd you come up with such a stupid idea?"

"i studied some.. educational content on the matter of.. sexual intercourse"

oh no.

"is that so..? and what would that 'educational content' be?"

"oh you know, just some videos"

"you watched some staged bullshit porn didn't you?"

"i'm sorry, was i not supposed to do that? i just wanted to learn how to please you more and that's what i saw there, i thought that's how i was supposed to act-"

"ohh babe, you could just ask me about that. you don't need to mimick some actors to try and please me"

"that means you like it when i make noise?"

"i don't like it, i love it"

after that he never held in any noise 🌝

[ohburgee]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

yandere!general x civilian!reader

tw: yandere themes, obsession, stalking, violence, death, murder, mentioned police brutality an: before reading the story, the place takes in a dystopian future and has this aesthetic of dieselpunk, this plot is almost a part of my upcoming fanfic story but I changed my mind. Also, I'll be a bit late to post a new story because I'm back at my school :')

"You should take a rest" you heard your boss the owner of the library "No it's fine I don't have anything to do," you said smiling at him and he sighed and smiled back.

As you finish arranging the books on the shelf cleaning the dust around and serving some customers after the long work it is finally night and you bid goodbye to your boss as you get out of the library building.

And walked through the street and a vehicle passed by as you walked and a few people also walking, while walking you noticed something on your back and you quickly turned around and saw nothing.

You shrugged yourself and thought you were just paranoid about what happened yesterday.

A guy try to kidnap you and probably going to rape you thankfully the armored guards are there and notice the taller one their leader came and bends to your height.

"Are alright my lady?" He asks his deep husky voice ringing in your ears maybe due to his armored helmet it sounds robotic.

You slowly nodded your head and he didn't back away from you, "I need words" he said his helmet staring at your face.

"Yes I'm fine just-" Before you could speak he yelled at his people to take the guy who assaulted you and he turned around to look at you.

And he noticed your wound on your right arm and he grabbed your arm and inspected the wound, "It's fine it's just not worse" you said as you took off your arm from his hand.

He insists on taking you to the medic and you give in and accept it since you don't want to take trouble from this taller armored man in front of you. He can tear you apart if you say no.

He takes you to the medic, after checking and treating your wound you're finally got out and the armored man follows behind you.

A vehicle stopped in front of you "Take this lady to her home" he said as he walked in front of you "You don't need to" "No it's for your safety please" he said and you nodded and got in the and he looked at you with admiring.

Well, that happens and now you are very aware of your surroundings and not going to let that situation happen again.

After a few minutes of walking, you reach your apartment you pass by the small shop behind you and greet the old man who is sitting on the counter and give him a piece of snack well it's a gratitude for him after he saves you from the debts.

After that you walk upstairs to your apartment unlock the door close behind then lock it, you sigh and are very tired from your work.

You lay on the sofa and take some rest not bother going to your bed you're just very tired.

...

Seeing you like it's peaceful, he didn't know how he got his attention to you, you're just a librarian who works in the library at the center of the city.

After going to the library to investigate he sees you walking around the hall with the pile books wrapped around your arms as you try to balance with your body.

He admires your beautiful delicate self walking and after talking with the owner before he gets out of the library he takes one glance at you, as you are on top of the ladder arranging the books on the shelf. and got out.

But after an hour of guarding the city with his men, he saw you struggling with the man and he quickly ran towards you and grabbed the guy he noticed your wound that made his anger rage and he wanted to rip the man's face.

He shrugged the thoughts and focused on you he would do that later, after that he took you to the medic building, and after being treated he called someone to take you home, he didn't want you to be hurt and assaulted.

After a few days, he was mindless thinking that you might get hurt again so he decided to stalk you everywhere you go and even take his men to watch over you when he was busy on his import duty.

And now he followed you as you walked through the street and you caught your attention and turned around, and he immediately lowered his head.

You turn and continue walking and he looks at you peacefully as he notices a man following you, "You are really making me worried my dove" as he gets out of the vehicle and follows the guy.

He grabbed the guy's shoulder and slammed his body to the wall as he grabbed his head with his bare hand and squeezed his eyes, he doesn't care about people who do bad things also to you, he doesn't care about slaughtering people that's his job after all.

After that he followed you through your apartment and saw you are very kind and saw you giving something to the old man in the shop, you are very perfect and that is the reason he is obsessed with your kindness.

He takes the risk and walks upstairs and now in front of your apartment room gladly he is not on his armored and on his regular uniform.

He easily opened your apartment door and slowly opened it and he got in without sound and he slowly carefully walked inside his eyes wide and mouth gasping but quickly turned into a smirk seeing you peacefully sleeping on your sofa.

He tried to make a small sound that doesn't make you wake up and he thinks you are tired from your work or maybe a sleep heavier.

He slowly approaches you sleeping on the sofa as he kneels down to see your face clearly he watches you slowly breathe and slowly humping off your chest.

You look beautiful and adorable, he wanted to see you sleeping peacefully in his bed, when after his duty and gets home, he will get this beautiful face and always admire it.

God, you look so very beautiful he can't stop thinking about that.

Imagine if you were his lover he would carry you to bed and lay you down there, the sofa is too small for you and you should be sleeping in your bed, imagine lecturing you to be organized and careful with yourself as if he was your husband telling his wife.

But that those just imagination you are not his and you are in your own freedom.

He slowly touched your hair caressing it as if he was overly obsessed with your appearance, he wanted you and he wanted you now.

He had an idea, a plan he didn't want to get you by force didn't want you to be hated by you and get crept out so he had a brilliant idea.

...

You slowly open your eyes as you slowly get up and you realize you are on your sofa, you slept here even though you have your own bed you yawn and before you can walk through your kitchen you hear a loud knock on your door. Are those officers i know they knock loudly when they come to houses.

You walk towards your door and slowly open it to see two officers in front of you, you gulp and start to feel nervous, "Is there anything you want?" you ask wanting to know why they are here.

"We have a warrant of arrest for you, Ms," one of the officers said and you began to panic as you tried to remember, that you didn't do anything wrong you avoided any legal, and issued things.

"Warrant for what? I didn't do anything" You tried to excuse yourself or try to make yourself innocent.

"For the murder of the daughter of the high lord," they said as they mentioned the name, it's your friend before but you and her never get to talk after a conflict and your eyes widened "Why me, I didn't do anything to her, I'm her friend, not an enemy" you now encourage them to believe you, before you could add more words there's a footstep coming and you saw your boss looking worried to you.

He came closer to you and took both hands to his, "I'm sorry they suspect you for her murder, since there's a footage of you" he said and that made you shocked you didn't even do it.

You were her friend before but after knowing she was one of the daughters of high lords you cut off ties with her because of her role and not wanting to be involved in politics.

You didn't argue as you and your boss went to the station to confirm everything when they showed the footage to you, you saw someone who really looked like you as the person, the impostor stab your friend your eyes widened.

"As much as this footage can take as evidence," one of the soldiers said as you looked at them with merciful eyes, "Please that's not me, that's an imposter or just have the same appearance as me, please" you try to plead but they ignore and proceed to prepare your file.

This is why you don't want to get involved in something if those merciless officers catch you, you'll never come back to your normal life as their hands around you.

One of the officers came to you and led you to the cell as you looked at your boss trying to plead but he started to tears and kept saying he couldn't do anything, he was right there's nothing can do.

As the officer pushes you inside the cell and locks it you look at them with furious and worry, you kneel down on the ground and start to cry, you can't do anything if you try again to plead they won't listen to you, you pull your knees to your chest as you hugged them.

After a while of sleeping, you fell asleep due to your tiredness and pressure also with your small cries, you didn't get to eat breakfast as they took you.

Suddenly you heard footsteps coming closer you didn't bother to look at you didn't want to waste your time and cries of plead then a voice spoke.

"Trouble my dove" You slowly looked up and saw the armored guard leader as you saw the familiar face, you quickly got up and tried to plead at him.

"Please help me, I swear that was not me, I'm innocent and no crime is involved," you said as you started to cry hoping he could listen to you, "I know you didn't do it," he said as he looked at you.

"But your friend's death won't be easy" he added as he crossed his arms to his chest "The footage is not real someone trying to frame you," he said and your eyes widened yes that's true you are very innocent, you won't do that to your friend. As you heard someone framed you as a suspect.

"Please can you convince them that I'm innocent, please I'll do anything just let me have my freedom," you said trying to plead with him to convince the officers after he heard those words his serious face turned into a smirk, and walk closer to you.

"Anything?" he asked again and you nodded you know it's stupid but your life indicates here and your freedom.

"Be my consort" he replies and you look shocked at what he said, consort as mean like a wife or lover, "I know but it's the right thing to do, you are against high roles you know how powerful they are compared to your role" he said and he was right you were just low rank.

"Becoming my companion you'll have my name and half of my power as my wife," he said as he looked at you like the only pieces of hope, you look down you don't want to be married or as much as you don't want to be in this brutal politics but your life is in danger and you need your freedom.

"And I'll help you erase you in this case I just need your acceptance" he added as he waited for your answers, you sighed in defeat your life is more important you nodded and he smiled and told you he would tell the officers.

After a minute one officer came to you and unlocked the cell you got out and saw the leader you slowly approached him, "As my consort you'll be living with me and you have to abandon your low life" he said as he put his hands to your back as he leads you out the station.

When you both out and walked towards his vehicle he stopped and looked at you as he towered to you, "Also with my protection, if anyone tries to hurt you they will face consequences," he said and you slowly nodded your head and suddenly hugged you, you don't get any action about since you are very tired and not enough energy to think.

"You're safe with me", he said as he finally held you and his face smiled in victory, his plans turned successful. He let one of the guards imposter you and kill your friend, it was actually part of the authority to kill the daughter since the father was a threat to this world, and he added you to capture it successfully.

He can now always see you and touch you, and you will be forever with him even when the truth comes out he will take you back in force, when you have his name there's no turning back, you are his and forever will be.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Tw: kidnapping/brainwashing

Hello! I simply adore the way you write, so if it's not too much of an bother, could you please write something about yan!Sonic with an darling who's got kidnapped and controlled into getting on Robotnik's side?

Have a good day/night

☕️

A/n: this one took a while, its not too long though.

Yandere!Sonic x brainwashed!reader

"Come on, Y/N, snap out of it!" he yelled desperately. His usual cocky grin was nowhere to be found. His face was contorted in panic as he dodged another attack you threw at him, before jumping to Dodge another attack from one of eggmans mechas. His eyes darted between you and Robotnik's latest monstrosity.

But you didn't respond. You simply stood there, your stance rigid, your expression devoid of any emotion. The once bright spark in your eyes had been replaced by an eerie, lifeless glow. Robotnik’s laughter echoed through the air, sharp and mocking.

"Looks like your little 'friend' has finally seen the light, hedgehog!" Robotnik sneered, leaning out of his floating pod. "They're mine now, and there’s nothing you can do about it!"

Sonic clenched his fists, his body tensing as his mind raced for a plan. "You’re wrong, Egghead! I'll get them back, no matter what!"

Robotnik only laughed harder, motioning toward you. "Go on, my dear. Show Sonic where your loyalty lies."

Your body moved, almost mechanically, stepping forward with cold, unrecognizable precision. Sonic flinched as you raised your weapon, one of Robotnik’s energy blasters, aiming it directly at him.

"Y/N, come on! Snap out of it!" He desperately wanyed to try and shake you out if it but you aimed the weapon at his head.

Without hesitation, you pulled the trigger.

Of course, Sonic is still the fastest thing alive, so he dodged it easily, darting to the side. He skidded to a halt, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and heartbreak. You were really trying to hurt him.

"Guess I’ll have to do this the hard way," he muttered to himself, shaking off the dread creeping into his chest.

Sonic lunged forward, zipping around you in a blur. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he needed to disarm you somehow. As he closed the distance, he could see the faint tremor in your hands.

You turned to him, aiming at him, and firing, though he dodged.

"Come on Y/N! Youre better than this!"

For a brief moment, recognition flickered through your eyes. But it was quickly snuffed out as Robotnik barked another order.

"Enough!" Eggman ordered. "Finish him, or you’ll regret it!"

Your body stiffened, your movements becoming even more rigid. Sonic gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling up inside him. He hated Robotnik more than ever. How could he- no, how dare have the audacity to lay his hands on you.

"Fine, If you won’t let them go, I’ll just have to take them back."

Sonic closed the gap between you in an instant. . You lashed out, your movements swift and precise, but Sonic was faster. He dodged your strikes with ease, his focus unshakable. As you swung at him again, he caught your wrist, holding you in place.

Sonic held your wrist tightly as he sped away from the battlefield, dodging blasts and debris from the collapsing mecha behind him. His heart was pounding. He refused to let Robotnik keep you like this, this cold, unrecognizable version of yourself. He wasn’t going to lose you.

"Hang in there, Y/N," he muttered under his breath as he reached a secluded clearing far from the chaos. He gently set you down, though you struggled, thrashing against his grip with the same mechanical precision. "I'm sorry about this," he said softly, grabbing a piece of rope he’d snagged earlier and tying your wrists and ankles together. You struggled harder, but Sonic was too fast and too determined.

Once you were secure, Sonic knelt in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders as he stared into your lifeless eyes. "This isn’t you," he whispered. "You’re stronger than whatever Robotnik’s done to you. I’ll fix this, I promise."

He fumbled for his communicator, dialing Tails with shaky hands. "Tails, I need you," "he said as soon as his friend picked up. It’s Y/N… Eggman did something to them. I don’t know what, but they’re not themselves."

Tails voice crackled through the communicator, calm but concerned. "Bring them to my workshop. I’ll see what I can do."

Sonic hesitated, glancing at you as you continued to struggle against the restraints. He hated seeing you like this, but he couldn’t risk untying you just yet. "Alright, but you’d better be ready, buddy. I’m bringing them now."

When Sonic arrived at Tails workshop, the fox was already waiting, tools and scanners laid out in preparation. Sonic carefully carried you inside, setting you down on a padded table as Tails got to work.

"They've gone under some kind of mind control," Sonic explained, pointing toward hus head as he tapped his shoe on the ground. "Eggman’s got them doing his dirty work, and I can’t... I can’t lose them, Tails."

Tails nodded, scanning you with one of his devices. "It looks like Eggman implanted a neural control chip. It’s suppressing their free will and amplifying his commands. I think I can disable it, but it’s going to take some time."

"Then do it," Sonic said firmly, his hands clenched into fists. "I don’t care how long it takes, just fix it."

Tails worked diligently, carefully removing the chip while Sonic stayed by your side, holding your hand even as you fought against him.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Tails let out a relieved sigh. "That should do it. The chip’s deactivated, and their neural pathways should return to normal soon."

Sonic’s ears perked up as he looked at you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered closed, and when they reopened, the lifeless glow was gone. Instead, there was confusion, fear, and, most importantly, recognition.

"Sonic…?" you murmured, your voice shaky.

"Y/N!" Sonic’s voice cracked as he pulled you into a tight hug, relief washing over him. "You’re back! I knew you could fight it."

You blinked, your memories slowly coming back. "What... happened?"

"It doesn’t matter now," Sonic said quickly, holding you closer. "You’re safe, and I’m never letting him hurt you again."

Over the next few days, Sonic barely left your side. He hovered constantly, always checking on you, asking how you were feeling, and making sure you ate and rested. At first, you appreciated his concern, it was comforting to have him so close after everything. But as time went on, his behavior became more and more overwhelming.

"Sonic, I’m fine," you said one afternoon, trying to step outside for some fresh air. But Sonic was already blocking the door.

"Are you sure? What if Robotnik tries something again? You should stay inside where it’s safe."

"Sonic," you said firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I can take care of myself. You don’t have to watch me 24/7."

His eyes softened slightly, but he still didnt relent. "I almost lost you, Y/N. I can't let that happen again. I won't."

You frowned, trying to reason with him. "Sonic, you saved me. I'm okay now. You don’t need to-"

"I do need to," he interrupted, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "You don’t get it, Y/N. I can’t lose you. Ever. You mean too much to me."

The way he said it sent a chill down your spine. You tried to step back, but Sonic caught your wrist.

"Don’t worry," he said, his usual grin returning, "I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you again. You’re safe with me."

[sennenpharaoh]

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"Let me go! Get me out of here! What do you want with me?!"

Atem kept trying to reach out to Roy, who appeared to drift further and further away, out of his reach and almost out of his sight. Looking around he noticed something. He was neither in his Soul Room nor was he in the other's Throne Room. His body was still on the blanket in the quiet meadow, but his mind, or rather... both minds were in this limbo of darkness, the figure of his Colonel barely in view now.

"You..." He turned to glare at his "attacker", eyes showing a flicker of red. "You have one chance to bring me back to my Colonel before I execute you myself, or better yet have him set you ablaze!"

The other, a figure looking remarkably close to Atem's visage, save for one glaring difference: the highlights in his eyes and the corrupted circle upon his head, did nothing but scoff and release his grip on Atem.

Hmm. Swearing your life to him and already making him your attack dog. Funny, I thought you said you weren't going to compare him to your magician.

"Can it, you Monster! What is it you want from me?!"

Always with what I want... when you really should be asking yourself... if this is what you want.

"I said yes. How much more clear do you need me to be?"

Hmm. You did. Then I shouldn't have to tell you just who it is you said yes to, now do I? You and your little sob story about your own crimes... you never once thought of his own crimes, now did you?

"There's nothing to think about, no crime that he-"

So... what you're saying is you're okay with what he did to that nation. Is that it?

"That's not..." Atem began to approach the other in rebuttal before stopping, placing a hand to his chest.

"Don't... even bother trying to bring that up. I've said it to him and I'll say it to you. My thoughts towards what he's done are irrelevant. It doesn't matter what I think. I'm not the one he's... that got hurt."

The other raised an eyebrow.

So... all those people... all those families. A nation full of innocent people. They don't matter to you, do they... Pharaoh? The only ones that matter to you are your own people.

"Stop... saying that. I have... no right..."

All of those families. All of those children. You even dreamt it that very night, didn't you? To your own former Kingdom. Dreams are one thing, what he did actually happened. All those innocent lives gone in one... simple... snap.

A simple fingersnap from the other caused the area around Atem to light up in flames, forcing Atem to shield his eyes from the bright light. It wasn't just the light he had to shield himself, though. From out of nowhere he could hear panicked screaming, but it was not just one... it was many. Tens. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. The screaming sounded so familiar, as he had heard it only one other time: when he heard it through a certain archive.

"Stop it." Atem covered his ears. "This changes nothing. Make it stop and give me back my Colonel!"

He's right behind you. Do you not hear him calling to you?

Atem...

That voice! He recognized that voice immediately. That was Roy's! He had to be calling out to him, trying to snap him out of this! He just had to!

"Colonel, I'm right h-" Atem turned around in the direction of the voice, seeing his Colonel... but froze when he saw a differently dressed Colonel. No longer in his fancy casual attire, this Roy was in his blue military outfit, a white overcoat covering his uniform, along with white gloves on his hands, one of which was raising and reaching towards Atem.

"C... Colonel...?"

Look upon him, Pharaoh. This is who you said yes to. This is who you decided to spend the rest of your life with. He says he wants to have a family with you, but who is he to ask of that when so many other families have been burnt to ash with his own hands? Tell me, Pharaoh! Who are you looking at right now?

"Stop it." He grasped his chest, that uncomfortable feeling beginning to creep up yet again. "I have no right to..."

Tell me who you're looking at right now! The Colonel of yours who wants to start a family with you... or the one who has put to death countless families with his blood soaked hands? Colonel... or...

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"Stop it... I... I have no right to..."

Atem, still motionless, was completely unaware that his hand was being held or that Roy was anywhere near him. His gaze was blank, it was as if he was in a trance. The only semblance of consciousness was his soft muttering that if leaned in close one could hear him.

"C... C... Col..."

His voice seemed to be in a struggle, vacant violet eyes showed no signs of any emotion. However... amongst the violet... a flicker of red began to take them, a familiar flicker of red. His body once again began to stiffen and bristle up. Though as he opened his mouth, his body seemed... in conflict. His hands seemed shaky but were also still, and despite the growing flicker of red in his eyes... two of the smallest droplets slowly ran down his barely dried face. All as he sputtered one simple word.

"...M..."

"Murderer..."

Kiss after kiss, the moment seemed so beautiful. His heart feeling happy and full from the fact they were now engaged to be married, to take the next step in life together.

Roy knew that this was going to be its own adventure in and of itself, but he knew they could do it together. "You don't have to apologize, Atem. You know I'll accept you for all that you are. I would always wait for you to catch up and catch you." He assured him, cupping his cheek softly before pulling away.

Roy noticed him shakily about to reach out for the ring when he noticed his body stilled and his eyes didn’t look bright or emotional anymore. Roy wasn’t sure what was going on, but it worried him it was in his features and he grabbed his hand feeling him not really react but all he could hear was the soft words continuously mumbling.

“Atem, are you okay? Speak to me please.” Worry in his voice as he waits for something to happen. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he would be here to ride everything out regardless.

This was familiar, if he remembered correctly this happened when Roy told him that he wasn't being honest with him about his feelings and that's when he acted completely different and was telling him things that he himself would never say, as if he was completely separate from Atem.

Roy knew that was Atem though, it seemed that side was a darker side to him, at least that's what he said himself. One that he knew he didn't want Roy seeing when he did and that was when he ran all the way to the park with Roy running after him and then they confessed to each other at the park.

What was he going to do? He would just have to do his best to prepare himself mentally for what was to come.

[twst-drabbles]

Hello! this is my first time request something so I hope I didn't break any rules.

I want tooth rotting fluff sanctuary au with Leona and Ruggie. Nothing specific but I want to have a glimpse on their everyday lives with the caretaker mc

Leona and Ruggie 5

Summary: Ruggie and Leona are irritating to deal with when they decide to team up to bother you. Especially when you finally decided to start your walks again.

(Who doesn't like to indulge in cuteness? I certainly do!)

"Ruggie, can you not?" Sure sure, he doesn't really weigh much of anything, embodying the wind, but you never once said you'd be carrying him on your back while hiking. "Get off."

"What? You don't like my company? You're hurting my feelings here." Ruggie did, in fact, not get off and instead wrapped his arms tighter around your neck. You can practically hear the grin on his face, the brat. "I may not be tiny anymore, but this form consumes a lot of energy. I just get tired too easily, Caretaker."

Yeah and you have a flesh and blood body that's aging and breaking down in ways you don't want to talk about. You too get tired! It's why you're walking again.

"Should've stayed home then if you're that bone tired." You reached back and grabbed Ruggie by the scruff. He went limp and it was easy to slide him off. Ruggie was still smiling, though it was a little stiff. Looked funny. "Off you go."

"I didn't realize you've become so cold, Caretaker." Oh and here's the other familiar that decided to tag along as soon as Ruggie that announcement that somehow missed Jack's ears. "Here we are, putting in the effort to keep you company and you punish us by making us walk on our own legs."

"You're not even walking, Leona." He's laying on a large mound of sand that's been trailing behind you like a snail.

Leona waved you off, one arm behind his head. "Don't we deserve to be spoiled a little? Look at Ruggie's face. Can you really say no to that?"

Ruggie, still grabbing him by the scruff, pouted, ears flat against his head as stray leaves gently swayed around his body. You tossed him towards Leona's sand.

Leona gave a bark of a laugh while Ruggie whined out your name.

"Hey, do you really want us to go home?" Leona picked off the twigs and leaves collecting in his sands, flicking them off into a nearby puddle. "We can be quiet if it bothers you that much."

"We can just hide away so you can pretend we're not here, if that's better." Ruggie popped out from the sand, crossing his arms.

…that's a little too serious a tone to take on this early in the morning. That's concerning.

You raised an eyebrow. "You both really want to be with me, right?"

Leona didn't say anything, preferring to close his eyes, while Ruggie gave a big, defeated sigh. "Isn't it obvious? We'd end up worrying ourselves sick if we let you walk all alone."

…ah, alright. That's the core of it huh, worry. Well, hopefully there will come a day where they won't worry about that.

"Then walk with me all you like. Just, no surprise carrying. I need to used to my own weight first."

[azuls-spare-contracts]

Jade Leech Headcannons (for friends hcs pt.1)

hello so i'm here with some Jade hcs and some will be some i probably took inspo from my irl friend who loves jade so lets get on with this ⦿ Jade is a hannibal fan i don't feel like i need to explain myself ⦿ Knowing how hungry jade can get and often how the twins are a little funky so Jade probably has once eaten a random animal like a little hamster or a butterfly (floyd has seen him do this and didn't care until when jade ate the butterfly and thats when floyd cried) ⦿ Jade can probably do the sonic rizz face because he just can and floyd can do it too, there will be times at random where Jade will go up to azul and do the sonic rizz face which causes azul to just look annoyed or ask wtf he's doing (he's just trying to bother azul) ⦿ Jade once broke his arm mountain climbing, probably during freshman year at nrc Jade went mountain climbing and lost balance and probably slipped on a rock and took a huge fall but he landed on his arm so he just had a broken arm and for the first few days azul had to help him along with floyd to do simple stuff since they were probably still getting used to their new human forms. ⦿ Jade has attempted to bake with Floyd and Azul which they recorded their entire attempt, the baked goods ended up being not even edible and they ended up testing them out by giving them to random people and recording their reactions ⦿ First halloween on land Jade would secretly steal from Azul and Floyds bucket and they both had to hide the candy from Jade because he would eat it all ⦿ When Jade likes a person in a more romantic sense Jade likes to like rub his head against them like their arms/shoulders or their face and back because thats how eels court one another, while he still probably does this in a platonic sense too where he just does it for a bit as if trying to give a hug almost. ⦿ Jade is intersex as all eels are intersex ⦿ Jade enjoys Silent Hill and Resident Evil games ⦿ Jade has probably listened to Lady Gaga and Madonna ⦿ Jade has 4 little plushies, 2 eel ones, 1 octopus plushie and 1 little jellyfish plushie ⦿ Jade once cried because someone bought him one of those human heart looking cakes and he thought it was very delicious and very beautiful ⦿ Jade is very good at watercolor painting and oil painting ⦿ Jade often trims his nails and puts on clear nail polish over them most of the time ⦿ he has probably grown his own plants for medical reasons like for, sedatives, poison emetic and lethal, headache, insects and also poppies ⦿ Jade has probably read Little Women ⦿ Jade likes the movie Pretty Woman and also Heathers due to J.D, as well as Night of the Living Dead ⦿ Jade is a huge fanatic of old horror movies Thats pretty much all i will maybe add more later but this is all i could work up in my short span of time!!!

[deadpan-whistled]

Why? - A Thangyu Oneshot

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Pairing: Thanos x Nam-gyu

Warnings: Drug use; Strong Language

Summary: Thanos grapples with feelings for Nam-gyu, who is interested in asking someone else out.

Word Count: 703

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Thanos's hands fumbled around his cross-stashed pills, opening it and popping a pill. He needed something to clear his mind from the unsure thoughts about the one man he had grown fond of in this hell-hole.

"Can I have one?"

Thanos turned on his heels, wide eyes locking with the beautifully dark eyes of Nam-gyu. He had already seen the track marks on this man's arms, there was no reason for him to tell the other no, so he didn't. Instead, he groaned dramatically and placed a small pill on his friend's palm. "Fine, you junkie," he stated, slightly lower than he would have otherwise. "Not like you wouldn't stop bothering me if I told you no."

Nam-gyu smiled wide at the purple-haired man, happily accepting the pill.

"Hey, man, I was wondering—" Nam-gyu started to talk, walking over the short way to lay out on Thanos's bed. "You don't like Se-mi, right?"

Thanos followed him and shrugged. "She is a bitch, I think," he said. "Why?"

"I was thinking about asking her out for when we get out of this place." Nam-gyu motioned around the giant room they were in.

"What?" The single word slipped out of Thanos's mouth before he even thought about it. Heat rose to his face, his stomach churned something ugly.

Nam-gyu's smile slipped away, he had felt the air shift around them. Nam-gyu's eyebrows furrowed together. "Huh?" He sat up a little bit. "Is something wrong?"

Thanos crossed his arms and leaned back, careful to not make eye contact. "Nothing is wrong, what the hell are you talking about?"

By now, Nam-gyu was sitting up straight. "Are you jealous?" He asked, shock on his face. "Man, if you want to ask her out, you could have just said that," he said, trying to make up for any harm he could have made. "I mean— you have a better chance than me."

"Tsk!" Thanos scoffed, "THAT is not the issue."

Now, shock became confusion for Nam-gyu. "Then what is it?"

Thanos groaned and stretched out on his bed. "I do not have an issue, ask out whoever you want."

Nam-gyu's head tilted, similar to a puppy in Thanos's opinion. "So... you wouldn't mind if I got with Se-mi, right?"

"No," Thanos sat up, quick as a bullet. "I would mind!"

Thanos did not exactly understand his anger over this situation and it embarrassed him that he even was slightly jealous over this. Nam-gyu jumped at Thanos's sudden harsh tone. He was just as confused as Thanos by this point. They studied each other for a moment before Nam-gyu asked the long awaited question: "Why?"

Silence.

A long, long silence.

They stared at each other, neither saying a word. Nam-gyu waited, and the longer he waited for the answering, the more his brain wracked itself for the solution.

"I..." Thanos frowned, "I'm not sure, Nam-su."

Nam-gyu opened his mouth to correct the other, but reasoned within himself that maybe now wasn't the right time.

"Fine," Nam-gyu responded after a second of thinking about how to go about this. He held his hands up in a surrender. "I won't ask her out, okay?"

Thanos finally met the others eyes, a relieved feeling flooding him. "Yeah, okay." He said, standing up. He reached his hands out to dap up the other, Nam-gyu accepting the gesture. "Let's move on from this, my brother."

"For sure, man..." Nam-gyu answered. "For sure."

[luvybun]

i can't stop thinking about joshua as your sugar daddy who just can't say no to you... like, yes, he'll buy whatever you ask him to buy, but ALSO he'll fuck you wherever you want

(cue exhibitionism heheheheh)

౨ৎ anything for you, sweetheart - sugar daddy!hong joshua x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 genre: pure smut, slight fluff ᡣ𐭩 cw: use of pet names (princess, baby, my baby, etc), reader calls joshua daddy, a lot of dirty talk about joshua being older than reader, implies power imbalance, cream pie, piv sex without protection (don't do this), fingering, exhibitionism, almost getting caught, mirror sex, fucking in a bathroom ᡣ𐭩 words: 1.2k ᡣ𐭩 notes: omg you get me anon

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. any names, images, or references to real individuals are purely fictional and do not portray or represent their real-life counterparts in any way.

꒰୨୧꒱ 18+ content, MDNI ꒰୨୧꒱

"are you sure you don't want anything else, sweetheart?"

you could think of a couple things you want, none of which you can say in such a public space, so you end up just shaking your head to the man beside you in line. the two of you didn't go out shopping a lot, but whenever you did joshua always splurged on you. to be fair, he splurged on you even if you weren't physically going out shopping.

joshua pays for your new bracelet, and the two of you leave the store. he carries your bags for you as you walk around, looking for your next store. you know that people are staring - a young woman hanging onto the arm of a handsome older gentleman is bound to make people stare - but you've been through this for long enough to stop caring. actually, it's a bit of a turn-on for you now.

while joshua is innocently unaware, you've been rubbing your legs together since the car drive here. your panties are completely soaked through, and you can feel them sticking to your skin. all because of the thought of joshua taking you somewhere in the mall you're in right now.

joshua pulls you to another store, excitedly pointing out a cute dress. "this would be gorgeous on you, wouldn't it?"

it's a shorter sundress. all you can think about is how easily he can flip the skirt of it over your ass while he's pounding you in the changing rooms.

"you think so?" you ask innocently, but the grip you have on his bicep is growing stronger.

he looks at you for a moment, no doubt studying your flushed face, and then he smiles and leans down to press a kiss on your temple.

"i'm not embarrassing you, am i?" he asks softly.

"why would you be?" you glance up at him with a twinge of worry in your heart.

joshua carefully brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. "because such a beautiful girl like you is with an older man like me. i know that people are staring, does it bother you?"

"you're handsome, shua. that's why they're staring," you assure him.

he smiles, and it sends butterflies through your stomach. the ache in your core is growing more and more unbearable. so, when he goes to hold your waist, you jump slightly.

"are you sure you're okay?" he murmurs in your ear.

"i'm..." you trail off as joshua's fingers gently start massaging your hip... he knew what he was doing. "daddy... i need you."

joshua smiles as soon as he hears your pleading whispers, immediately leading you to the nearest bathroom. the walk is quick, but excruciating. he sneaks you in through the bathroom door before following you, locking the door behind him.

his lips are immediately on yours, as he's pushing you up against the wall and working quickly to get his hand under your skirt and into your panties. his other hand pulls up your top over your chest, revealing the lacy bra he bought you last week. as his fingers slip in between your folds, his lips move to kiss the swell of your breasts.

"naughty girl," he murmurs against your skin. "getting this wet in public... does daddy turn you on this much?"

"yes, god yes!" you whine as one of his fingers easily slips inside your pussy. "more, daddy, please!"

joshua chuckles as he plunges in a second finger, and your hands go to stable yourself against his shoulders. he's working you open quickly, scissoring his fingers as he's pulling them out of you.

"did my princess work herself up? did you think about me fucking you in the car earlier? maybe in the changing room?" he whispers in your ear and you nod and whine. "such a good little slut, always thinking about the next way to get my cock inside her."

"i really want your cock, daddy, please, please, please-"

he pulls his fingers out of you, but before you could complain he turns you around and presses your chest against the wall. you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants before you feel him start to line up his thick cock with your aching hole.

"my baby gets what she wants, right?" he grunts as he pushes inside you.

a moan slips out of your mouth, and joshua quickly goes to cover it with his hands - shushing you as you whine about it. "it's okay, baby... sshh... we just need to keep quiet, don't we? wouldn't want anyone trying to come in here to see me fucking your pretty, young pussy."

"daddy-" your moan is muffled by his hand, but joshua takes the opportunity to slip one of his fingers into your mouth. you can taste yourself on him.

his hard cock is ramming into you relentlessly, and if it weren't for his finger, that you were so eagerly sucking on, you wouldn't be able to keep your mouth shut. he was hitting you in all the right places, right where you needed him. which is why you got so whiny when he stopped his movements. suddenly, joshua grabs your arms and hooks both of your elbow-bends under one of his arms - keeping you up from the wall. without pulling out, he turns you around to face the mirror.

your mascara is smudged, and so is your lipgloss. your tits are hanging out of the bra, and your legs are visibly shaky. "look at how pretty you are, princess. taking my cock so well..."

"th-thank you, daddy." you give him your best fucked-out smile before he starts pounding into you again.

your tits are violently bouncing with each movement, and joshua's free hand goes to grab one of them. he squeezes them roughly, and pinches your nipples, making you gasp. you bite down on your bottom lip hard to try to contain your noises - but the noises of his balls slapping against your wet pussy are loud enough.

you hear a sharp knock on the door, and your heart drops - but your pussy clenches. "almost done!" joshua responds in a matter-of-fact tone.

he doesn't stop fucking you, and you're growing closer and closer to your orgasm. "daddy- we're gonna get caught-"

"thought that's what you wanted, baby, wasn't it? didn't you want everyone to see how good i fuck you? how perverted you are for sleeping with an older man?"

you moan out loud, and joshua doesn't stop you. you can hear footsteps echoing away from the door - but you don't care. the only thing you care about now, is cumming. as if reading your mind, joshua brings his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing tight circles over the bud.

"want you to cum with me, princess," he murmurs. "cum around my cock so that i can cum inside that pretty pussy of yours."

"yes, yes! cum inside me, daddy!" you whimper.

the coil in your stomach snaps as you take a final look at yourself, completely at joshua's mercy. at the way you were spasming, joshua came soon after you - burying his cock deep inside you to make sure that not a drop spilled out.

your head went fuzzy after that. but you know that joshua pulled your panties back to their place, that he cleaned up your face, adjusted your clothes, and that he carefully but quickly led you back to the car. in the car, he put his jacket over you as you practically sank into the passenger seat.

"thank you, daddy," you repeated with a pout, and pulled the jacket closer around you.

joshua started the car and started driving. "anything for you, sweetheart."

[simjakesgirl]

suck my blood synopsis: you finally realize a big secret your new friend jake sim was hiding from you... warnings: suggestive content: minimal blood description, implied stalking, vampire themes, insomnia/nightmares. jake sucks readers blood. weird pedo flirts for like three seconds. loosely inspired by twilight! wc: 4.3k author's note: hiii this is my first story on here so i hope it's good heh. i love twilight and enha alr has a vampire theme to why not mesh the two duhhhhh. lmk if you guys enjoy!!! <3

you woke up in a cold sweat once again, hands clutching your quilted bedding before coming up to your head and rubbing your temples. everything felt so out of place. your white tank top felt embedded to your skin the way it wrapped around you, your hair felt heavy and matted from the tossing and turning you were doing, and your head just seemed to ache to no end. you redirected your focus to the glowing alarm clock resting on your nightstand and sighed, incredibly frustrated at the events of the night so far. it'd only been about three hours since you were last stirred out of your sleep. you swung your head back around, plopping against your mushy pillow before dragging your quilt right over your entire body.

it felt like you barely slept anymore. everyday was just the same repetitive cycle that you couldn't shake yourself out of. you woke up, brushed your teeth, washed your face, changed your clothes, made your way to school, made your way back home, did some chores, had dinner, and then ended up right there in your bed again to await your horrid dreams. the worst part was it felt like eyes were on you at all times. not a lot, just a singular pair of piercing eyes watching you no matter where you went.

eventually the morning came for you again, sunlight peeking through your thin window curtains and illuminating your room as if you lived in a big lightbulb. you groaned, trying to cover your eyes in any way possible before just succumbing to the day. turning your body over lazily, you checked the time.

7:00am

there was no time for you to even sleep in, you acknowledged as you pushed yourself out of your warm bed into the chill air, making your way to your bathroom. you stared at yourself in the medicine cabinet mirror hung above your sink and gasped, the lack of sleep was beginning to show in your face. your skin was pale and dry, under-eye bags so sunken in you felt like your eyes could fall back into your head, and your expression just looked sad and lifeless no matter how lively you attempted to be. unable to stare at yourself any longer, you decided to just get ready and hid how you felt under concealer and blush. at least in the end you looked somewhat put together and presentable. you put on a white knit sweater with a pair of loose baggy jeans and your old black converse before putting your hair in a half up half down do with a mini claw clip.

your parents had already left for work wouldn't be back until the late afternoon so it was your job to cook and at least keep the place a bit tidy. as you made your way down the staircase leading to the main floor of your house, you took note of all the areas in dire need of some cleaning after school and exhaled heavily. it would be a long afternoon you accepted as you grabbed your school bag, keys, and phone before rushing out the door.

in no way were you popular at school. you had some friends of course, but not enough to say you had a "big friend group" or anything like that. half of your friends were also just friends and not extremely close to you whatsoever and that didn't really bother you, but lately you felt compelled to be friends with this boy you'd never seen before at school. jake sim.

you had no idea why, but from the first time you locked eyes with him in the cafeteria, a sudden curiosity sprouted. maybe it was the way his dark colored eyes almost seemed black, or the way his dark hair fell perfectly. maybe it was the way his skin was so pale and delicate or the way he sat so off to the corner, uninterested and unbothered with everyone else's chatter. someone told you that he was always like that, cold and apathetic despite anyone's effort to be his friend. still, after that moment you'd just been seeing more and more of him. it was like when you google something and all of a sudden all your social media apps are showing that exact thing. he just seemed to be everywhere you were without fail. eventually, that led the two of you to talk to each other which people thought was impossible.

jake was sort of secretive, he seemed to always be calculating just when to stop giving details about whatever he spoke about. it confused you and even bugged you a bit, but you knew some people didn't enjoy speaking about their lives so you never bothered to ask him any further questions. other than that, he was sarcastic, considerate, overly attentive, and exceedingly interested about you.

"y/n," you heard someone call as you stuffed your things in your locker.

you pushed the door a bit, jake's face coming into view as you did so. he wore a plain look on his face with a tiny glint in his eyes as he braced himself against your neighboring locker.

"is something wrong?" you questioned, trying to read his face.

"no, but i was just wondering if you had plans later?"

the way he looked at you so intently made you feel like he could see into your soul or as if he could hear all the thoughts going through your head. you broke eye contact with him, thinking about the places you just talked about cleaning and wondered if they could go one more day in their filth.

"uh... no. i don't have any plans," you replied, looking at him once again.

"good. i thought maybe you could accompany me somewhere," he smiled. his teeth were an almost blinding, perfect pearly white.

you blinked a bit before shutting your locker, smirking a bit at him.

“jake, you can’t just say somewhere..” you pointed out, clutching your books tightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back what you assumed was a smile and folded his arms, the shirt he wore hugging his arms attractively.

“what? you don’t like surprises, y/n?” he teased, quirking a brow and letting a full smile creep onto his lips.

“i do,” you argued “but you’re always so secretive. at least tell me this.”

he stared at you intently for a few seconds, his smile dropping slowly into a relaxed expression.

“does that scare you?” he solicited, examining your face with squinted, dark eyes.

you were taken aback by the sudden seriousness in his tone and looked away for a second. he quickly moved his head, trying to meet your eyes again as you clutched your books tighter than before. for some reason the air began to feel heavy, jake felt impossibly close to you, and you just became especially nervous. the sudden mood change wasn’t an abnormal thing for him to do. he always seemed to shift between his emotions every once in a while as he spoke to you, but the way he asked you that question made you wonder if you were supposed to be afraid of him.

“hey,” he placed a hand against your shoulder, the pure chill bringing you out of your head, “come with me to town?”

you nodded your head, weakly smiling at him while he spent a few more seconds just staring at you. his expression seemed to be hiding something else underneath but just when you thought he would explain, he hesitantly turned around and began walking to his class. you felt vastly confused as you stared at him. it just felt so off when you spoke to him, he always looked like there was so much to say but then when you got to talking, he would suppress it all. part of you felt that it was unfair he knew so much about you and you so little about him. he heard about your home-life, favorite films/books, favorite foods, your hobbies, and so much more but you only knew that he was apparently adopted and that he has a few siblings in their twenties. it wasn't enough to build a friendship with and if that was where things were going, you were going to need to know more.

you slid out of your seat at the chime of the last bell. your psychology class was as boring as ever and sometimes you felt that it was the thing making you develop a mental disorder. as you gathered your things, you felt a small tap against your shoulder and instantly met the eyes of your teacher.

"y/n, i was wondering if you could make me about 80 copies of this sheet?" she requested with a pleading look in her eyes.

you took a brief look around, noticing that you were the only one left in the room and internally cursed yourself for taking your time. still, you nodded your head, taking the sheet from her and forcing a, hopefully, believable smile. she acted as if a weight was lifted off her chest as she made her way back to her seat and you out of the room. as you made your way to your locker, you noticed jake making his way out of the building, unbeknownst to your presence. you realized he never specified any time frame to you, but you assumed the trip was a later afternoon thing. he could definitely wait a bit for you to leave school you pronounced as you grabbed your bag and approached the busted old printer. it looked like it could've been purchased around the same time the school was built, but luckily it had a paper with clear directions on how to make copies pasted on its side. you inserted the paper your teacher gave you and repeatedly tapped the plus button until it got to the number 80 before pressing the enter key.

while you waited, you felt the eerie feeling of being watched again and rapidly turned around to meet nothing. you quickly shoved your things in your bag before slinging it on one shoulder and crossing your arms securely, growing impatient as the slow printer spat out one paper every 30 seconds or so. after what felt like forever, the papers were at last done printing. you swiftly grabbed the stack and hurried toward your teachers room, but as you turned the corner you were met with the eyes of one of the kids in your class. you gasped a bit and jolted back at the sudden contact, almost dropping the stack. you tried to get around him, but he blocked you every time with a playful grin plastered on his face.

"woah why are you in such a hurry?" he questioned smugly.

"just get out of my way," you dryly replied while attempting to get past him again.

"don't be like that, come on, you and i could go to my place. maybe i can help with your stress." he hovered, stretching his arm out to touch you.

you took a step back, bumping into something and, in an effort to keep your composure, dropping the whole stack of papers. you lifted your head to see jake behind you somehow, a strange, only slight hint of maroon in his eyes that you never saw before.

"are you that pathetic?" he berated, his eyebrows closely knit together and jaw clenched tightly.

the boy scoffed and raised his hands up, slowly turning around before mumbling something to himself as he walked away. you quickly knelt down, gathering the papers as quickly as you could just to get out of that situation.

"wait let me help," jake offered before kneeling down opposite to you, his voice was calmer but still held hints of anger.

as you tried to pick up as much paper as possible, you felt the painful pinch of a paper-cut and instantly yelped which caught jake's attention.

"what-" he didn't even look up at you before instantly cutting himself off.

you looked up to him, caught off guard by the way he seemed stiff. every muscle in his body looked to be entirely clenched. his veins popped right out of his pale skin, dark hair falling as a makeshift curtain and shaking just slightly to present to you that he was trembling. your eyes trailed down to his hand and you noticed he was completely crushing a copy of paper and suppressing any erratic movement. one of his hands came to his mouth to cover it like he smelled something utterly repulsive. you couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious as if you made him behave this way, but you were the only one around.

"jake?" you softly called, noticing how his eyelids shut tightly at the sound of your voice. "jake, what's wrong with you?"

he slowly dragged his head up to look at you and dropped his hand, your body jerking back when you met his gaze. he stared at you with bloody red eyes before catching a glimpse of your finger, now gushing a little from the lack of attention you showed it. immediately, he looked back down breathing heavily and shutting his eyes again. you were stuck frozen, unable to describe what you just saw exactly.

"y/n-," he spoke through gritted teeth. "please go home. i'll give these papers to your teacher just please go home."

your breathing picked up as he spoke, the strain in his voice was so raw and unexplainable it developed a pit in your stomach. compelled by his words, you picked yourself up without taking your eyes off of his figure and instantly ran away, looking back periodically to see if he was following. he wasn't. once you got out of the building, you jumped in your car and drove away with too many questions in your mind to count. worst of all, amidst all the questions the only conclusion was that jake was not a human and that scared you more than anything. it made you think about all the times you felt watched and all your nightmares of a figure coming for you. it could all be linked to him, he could be the producer of all your issues. the more you thought about it, the crazier it drove you and the harder you squeezed your steering wheel as some sort of brace. you felt as if your fingers were going to break off and only then did you remember about your cut, jake went haywire at the cut. your heart sank as you realized the possibilities and you felt like you were genuinely going insane. you turned on your radio, turning the volume up as loud as you could to just forget about it and pretend it never happened. it wasn't real. it couldn't be real.

once you got to your house, you closed yourself off in your room, sticking your headphones in and listening to whatever came up first in your playlist. you attempted to sing along to the lyrics in an effort to get your mind out of whatever state it was in, but nothing was helping. every lyric was somehow correlated to your current situation in your head and you didn't know how to make it stop. you didn't even feel like doing any housework in fear that you'd somehow end up chopping of your finger and cooking it in a soup or something. you sighed after a bit of time, ripping your earbuds out of your ears and opting to sit at the edge of your bed and stare out the window. the sky was already dark, but for some reason it felt like your day just began.

suddenly, a pair of bright white headlights shined through your window. you stood up, pushing your window curtains out of the way to get a proper view of the outside. a shiny black car was pulled into your driveway with just as black, probably not even legal, tints. you watched intently as the driver side door opened and jake climbed out, looking fresh as a daisy as if nothing happened earlier. you could even say he looked quenched. you gulped as you looked at him, conflicted about whether you should wait for him to knock on the door or just go greet him or just fake fall asleep and pretend he didn't exist. before you could even decide on an option, you found yourself moving down the staircase onto the main floor of your house and opening the door before he could even knock. you sucked a deep breath in as he stared at you, noticing how he seemed to loosen up once he saw your bandaged finger. you took note on how his eyes were suddenly the same dark color they always were and tried to remain calm to the entity in front of you. whoever he may be.

"i haven't been honest with you." he finally spoke, extending a hand to you.

you slowly looked from his hand to him before extending your own hand and taking his. whatever happened from here would be your fault as much as his.

"i'm willing to learn about whatever you're willing to tell me," you began, inhaling deeply before continuing, "so tell me it all, please."

he seemed shocked at your eagerness, but closed his eyes in agreement and acceptance before leading you to his car. he sat you down first before getting in the driver's side. you sat tensely against the seat and in a failed effort to hold back, turned to jake once he was situated.

"what are you?" you interrogated, squinting your eyes to try and find some sort of alien type of abnormality in him.

but there was nothing, he was perfect. he had perfect skin, hair, eyes, lips, teeth, body. everything about him was that of a human and a flawless one at that.

"what do you think i am?" he rebutted, beginning to drive away from your house.

you thought he was many things. a demon or possibly the devil, a werewolf, a vampire. something mythical. you stuck your hand out to touch his without warning, a chill creeping through your body is you did so. he was ice cold, the living dead.

"..a vampire." you subconsciously whispered under your breath.

he turned to look at your expression as you stared at nothing, feeling completely confused about everything all at once.

"are you scared?" he checked, gripping the wheel tightly with one hand as he rested the other against his leg.

"no," you admitted. "but earlier...would you have killed me if i didn't leave?"

he seemed taken aback by the question as he turned to you with widened eyes.

"i don't know. truthfully y/n you are different," he explained. "there's a whole different skill set that vampires have acquired, but with you it's like all of that goes away. i can't hear your thoughts and i can't manipulate your mind. when i'm with you, it's like i'm human, but today when you cut yourself, my senses craved blood like never before. my body almost went numb with desire to a point where i knew i couldn't hold back. usually when we're hungry, we just eat, but i feel such a strong sense to protect you, i can't even understand it."

you listened attentively, bewildered by how you could have such an impact on someone, let alone someone who wasn't even human. the way he spoke about his urge to protect was so foreign to you. no one ever presented that they needed you so much before. it was strange, but it peaked your curiosity.

"how'd you even get to me back at the printers," you probed. "i swore i saw you leaving."

he noticeably tensed up a bit at the memory of that moment, red pigment gradually building up in his eyes once again before he blinked it back. he inhaled deeply before beginning, a gesture that didn't really do good in helping to calm your senses.

"my feelings to protect you are extraordinarily strong, possibly right next to my urges to feed. sometimes to harness them.." he paused for a moment as if he was too afraid to continue, "i watch you."

you were stunned by the sudden confirmation.

"do you watch me all the time?" you wondered, thinking back to the moments you felt like you were going insane.

"basically, i guess." he established, "i've watched you go to school, study, cook. i've also watched you sleep but only to remind myself what it looks like. vampires don't sleep."

you felt as if you were falling deeper and deeper into a pit of understanding. what once was so blurry had become so clear in an instant, but you couldn't make yourself feel mad at him. you only felt an unusual sense of adoration and wether it was due to his honesty or vulnerability was unclear. you'd been waiting for this moment to finally understand jake and now that it was here, it was like you were meeting an entirely different person.

"jake, how long have you been alive?" you blurted, examining a face that looked not one day over 18.

"a long time." he responded, sending chills down your spine. "yet nothing like this has ever happened in that time. not until now."

you shifted in your seat, unsure how to feel about the whole ordeal. on one hand you felt special. someone who has lived through several lifetimes has never met anyone like you before. on the other hand you felt disoriented at the thought as to why you were all of a sudden apart of this whirlwind, you questioned whether it should be considered a blessing at all.

you recognized your rapid heartbeat at once, an incredibly stupid idea coming into your head. if you weren't so lost in the conversation you would've quickly snapped yourself out of whatever deranged headspace you tapped into. unfortunately, it was a little too late for that.

"if you were to drink my blood, what would happen?"

jake's breath got caught in his throat from your question and he locked eyes with you, an expression on his face looking like he wanted to ask if you went crazy. once he realized how serious you truly were, he looked back onto the road, biting his bottom lip.

"i probably wouldn't crave it so strongly anymore," he admitted lowly. "don't get any ideas."

it was too late for that. your arm instinctively went to the sleeve of your sweater, rolling it up.

"how can we be friends if you have a craving for my blood? anytime i get hurt i'll have to flee like a damsel in distress. i don't want to live that way." you argued, lifting your arm closer to him.

he pulled away, blinking to try and hold back any involuntary reactions. your pulse drummed a dull pattern right into his ear and he could practically smell the blood wafting off of your finger from under the flimsy bandage you had on. it smelled sweet and fresh like a candy rather than the bitter blood he'd been drinking before. your blood felt like a twizzler compared to normal black licorice.

"y/n, if i do this there's a chance i won't be able to stop." he confessed, breathing heavily.

you thought about it for a moment, letting your arm drop a bit before dragging it back up again.

"i know you'll be able to stop, but whatever happens would happen with time anyways, right?" you reassured, trying to hide your nervousness from him. "i don't want to stay away from you, jake."

he took a deep breath in before pulling to the corner of the dark road, not a single other car in sight. jake turned to you with a clenched jaw and you watched as he slowly relaxed. his eyes gently shifted from the dark brown to red, veins in his under-eyes going dark as his canines became increasingly sharp. it was quite scary to see the transformation but you remained calm as you watched, nearly fascinated by it all.

"are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked one last time, a tiny glint of humanity still left in his eyes.

"..yes." you answered, voice just above a whisper.

you watched the last flicker in his eyes fade away as he sunk his teeth into your arm. the harsh bite caused you to yelp in pain before you watched him devour your blood as if it was the best meal money could buy. you could practically feel it leaving your body as he fed on you, your arm looking just a bit paler than before. the pain became more intense as time went on and your face began to scrunch uncomfortably at the pressure in your arm. you attempted to pull yourself away, but he was far stronger than you and way too into the moment.

"jake-" you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut.

as soon as he heard your voice he pulled off, pushing your arm away from him and allowing his features to return to normalcy. you stared at your arm in shock first, ultimately feeling the rush of blood pumping back into your veins and turning to jake. his facial expression almost asked you if you were okay to which you nodded, exhaling heavily. time seemed to stand still in that very moment as the both of you stared at one another, your eyes carrying a conversation. though there's only so much eyes can say to each other, one thing was made crystal clear:

everything was about to change.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"Look at me in the eye and tell me you don't have feelings for Benjy"

There it was. Sirius avoided Remus's eyes when he was asked the question. After almost three years of relationship, Remus knew his boyfriend very well.

"You are going to start with your insecurities and jealousy again?" Sirius tusked, looking at the floor. "Give me a break, Remus"

It wasn't fair. Because Remus knew very well what was going on. He knew Sirius fancied Benjy because of the way he looked at him. Not quite like the eyes of love the he used to look at Remus with, but quite similar. The way he talked about him all the time. The way he smiled to himself when Benjy said something nice about him. The way he blushed when Benjy gave him a kiss on the cheek. Their complicity. Their love for art. Their similar chaotic persolities. Their love for partying.

Benjy Fenwick was Sirius’s classmate in Art School. After traveling across the world for two years, he had decided to stay in London and try with Art. Just because. Just because he was an asshole with luck and money.

Remus never liked him. Nor James or Lily. He didn't get along with the rest of their friends. It was as if he was obsessed with Sirius. He acted like Sirius’s long time best friend, which pissed James off. And like Sirius’s lover which pissed off Remus.

It didn't matter what Sirius said and how many times he denied it. He had a crush on Benjy.

At Hogwarts Remus had bared Sirius’s girls because he hadn't figured out he was queer and he was trying to hide it. But this was different.

It wasn't that their relationship was dying and Sirius didn't love Remus anymore. But Remus knew his Padfoot was enamored with the thrilling life that Benjy offered him. He wanted to feel young and pretty, and have fun. He wanted attention and adrenaline. He wanted adventure and trying new things.

Remus with his poor librarian salary and his calm routine, his introvertion and his shyness, could never give him that.

"Don't tell me I'm being crazy because it is not fair"

Right now, after months and months of playing dumb, telling friends he didn't mind and crying in his room while Sirius was out at some party without him, Remus had decided he couldn't take it anymore.

"I know you are angry because I overreacted last night... And the other night when I got drunk..."

"Yeah you were very mean with Benjy" Sirius whispered "You always treat him like shit..."

"Sirius..." Remus interrupted, his eyes filling up with tears "I need for you to be honest with me. I swear I can take the truth... But please be honest"

Sirius shook his head and shrugged "I'm being honest you just don't believe me"

Remus ignored him.

"You and I, we used to be inseparable..." Remus cried. And he could see tears on Sirius’s eyes as well. His lovely gray eyes "And we were really in love, weren't we?" Remus showed him his wrist tattoo. A little star with a P for Padfoot. "This is one proof" Sirius unconsciously touched his. A little moon with a M for Moony.

Remus shook away the memory of how happy Sirius was when he convinced Remus to get them.

"Our flat..." Remus said, looking around "Our things that we gathered together... There is a lot of proof that we loved each other..."

"Why do you use past tense?" Sirius intervened with tears falling through his cheeks "I still love you"

"I know" Remus said "But now Benjy is in your life..."

Sirius got uncomfortable.

"Benjy with his adventures and exciting plans each week... With his knowledge of bars and pubs and his funny stories about other times he's been there..."

"I don't know why that bothers you so much..."

"Pads... Sirius" Remus took a deep breath and wiped away his tears "Maybe it is all me and my crazy thoughts in my stupid head... But maybe it is you as well..."

Remus looked into Sirius’s eyes. At least tried. When he couldn't, he forced him to look at him by grabbing his chin. Delicately of course.

When Sirius’s eyes fixed on his, they were covered with tears once more.

"Please tell me what you feel. What is going on with you" Remus said "The truth"

Sirius pushed Remus away to compose himself. He cleaned the tears away and sniffed. Then he was quiet for a while.

Remus let him think without crying or pressuring him. He waited patiently for his response. In the meantime he prepared himself for the pain. For whatever Sirius would tell him.

Then Sirius looked up ready.

"You are right, Remus" Remus was surprised how sure he sounded. It meant he was going to say the truth not get nervous and hesitant while lying "I have feelings for Benjy... What I feel for him..." a pause in which Remus didn't even breathe "Is something that I can't control"

Remus felt as if someone was sticking a knife through his heart. Even if he already knew this. He had been preparing himself for this. It still hurt. It hurt like nothing else had hurt him. He felt the tears coming but he swallowed them and tried to be strong. He couldn't crumble down. That would be pathetic. That's what Lily had told him at least. "Have some dignity, Remus! You can live blindly like this forever"

"It's alright" Remus said, voice breaking "I understand. That's what I wanted to know"

"But I love you" Sirius tried grabbing his hands "I still love you..."

Remus dropped his hands.

"I never have and never will cheat on you, though"

"I know" Remus nodded and cried.

"Benjy just makes me feel alive..."

Please stop! Remus thought. But it wouldn't be fair because he had asked for the truth, hadn't he?

"He makes me feel young and pretty" Sirius continued "And I love you but I feel stuck with you and your jealousy and insecurities.. I don't want to explain everything I do. I just want to live!"

Sirius used to love Remus with his boring life, and bad posture, and books and cigarettes. It was Sirius who pushed him to do crazy things. That was how it worked. Or it used to work before Benjy.

"If that's the case," Remus replied "We know what we need to do"

"Remus... Are you breaking up with me?"

Seeing Sirius cry broke Remus's heart even more.

"I cannot share you. I can't and I don't want to"

As selfish as it sounded. Sirius used to be his, now it hurt not having all to himself anymore.

"Okay then" Sirius looked away to hide his tears.

Now Sirius was the one who was hurt? How ironic.

Remus was dying inside.

"I'm gonna pack my things then"

"You don't have to go" Sirius whispered under his breath.

"This is your flat anyway, your Uncle gave it to you"

Sirius didn't stop him. He hid his face between his knees.

Remus thought that he wasn't able to comfort Sirius anymore. He wasn’t able to touch him, kiss him, hug him. Never again.

His own body even ached in pain at the thought of it.

Remus got up from the spot he was sitting on the floor, and ran to the room. Their room.

He won't be sleeping in that bed anymore. He won't see Sirius waking up so beautiful in the morning.

And seeing all their things mixed up together, with not even a difference between Sirius’s things and Remus's things, made Remus crumble down.

How the hell he was going to pack now?

Instead he started crying, then sobbing, then yelling in pain. And he didn't care anymore if Sirius was in the other room. He didn't care about his dignity and honor.

And Sirius had noticed Remus's desperate cries. But he reckoned he couldn't do anything about it anymore.

Beg him to stay together? For what? The memory and nostalgia of what they used to be? How much they had loved each other?

Sirius silently cried as well.

[ilovecoffeeandchemistry]

ooooh i woke up in a bad mood and it's so hard not to be a bitch about it