#I need to just sleep now. I hate it here.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - yandere behavior, choso doing perverted stuff, bondage, problematic behaviors, smut, mdni, not proofread

imagining you and sick pervert!choso being roommates in an apartment together.

sick pervert!choso doesn’t like when you leave the apartment. he has some form of separation anxiety when it comes to you, but actually, he just loathes the idea that other people are getting to see you when he can’t.

sick pervert!choso who sets a curfew for you to help “ease his worries”. you agree because you like the fact that someone is watching out for you.

sick pervert!choso who ties you up to his bed when you break curfew one night. he doesn’t even touch you inappropriately. he just keeps you right where you belong: in his room.

sick pervert!choso who coos sweet condescending words to you while you’re tied up in his bed. “you know why i had to tie you up, don’t you?” you swallow thickly and nod your head. your eyes are glassed over from tears and the alcohol you had consumed earlier in the night.

sick pervert!choso who assures you that he forgives you for staying out past curfew. “it’s okay, baby. don’t cry. i just needed you to stay here with me for a little while, okay?”

sick pervert!choso who keeps you tied up until the next morning. he only unties you to lead you to the bathroom. he cares for you so tenderly as you shower and brush your teeth, but it’s right back to being tied down to the bed after your little break.

sick pervert!choso who admires you while you sleep. he loves how soft and vulnerable you look. it makes his dick twitch in his boxers, and he doesn’t understand why. he just knows he has to take his own bathroom break now.

sick pervert!choso who finally lets you go after a full day of being tied up, but he gives you big puppy dog eyes the moment you try to go to your own room, so of course, you sit with him and let him kiss the rope burns on your wrists.

sick pervert!choso who has a love/hate relationship with your job. he hates the fact that he has to share you with your job, and he hates that other men get to look at you while you work. what if they start getting the idea that they actually have a chance with you? then, choso will have to kick their teeth in :(

sick pervert!choso who also loves the time you’re gone sometimes because that’s when he gets to go shopping in your room! he breaks in, and he only steals a few things… like your used panties.

sick pervert!choso who will spray your perfume against his pillows while your gone. he will have a pillow with your perfume shoved against his nose while he chokes his throbbing cock with your panties.

sick pervert!choso who makes it a mission to fuck all of your used panties, leaving behind globs of cum in the crotch portion as he cries out your name however loud he wants to because you’re at your stupid job.

sick pervert!choso who noticed you’re taking far too long at work one evening. he’s blown up your phone with texts, and he finally checks the apple tag on your car that he accidentally left behind between the seats. you’re at a bar… without notifying him first.

sick pervert!choso who paces around the apartment all night, debating on just showing up at the bar, but he knows you’ll be upset with him for stalking you. his heart leaps into his throat as he hears the door open up.

sick pervert!choso has your back pressed against the door in record time. his nose is buried in your neck and shoulder as he’s trying to smell for anyone else’s scent on you. “where were you, baby? i was worried…”

“my boss brought us all out for drinks since we hit a big deadline, chocho. i’m sorry. my phone died.” you say as you rub his back, trying to soothe him from how tore up he was.

sick pervert!choso who leads you up to his room anyways to tie you up. you should’ve known better than to keep him worried and waiting like this! now he’s all pent up with too much possessive energy… he needs to see you bound to his bed to ease his anxiety.

sick pervert!choso forgot to hide the evidence of his activities all day. a few pairs of your panties are scattered around the floor, and he immediately tries to do damage control, but it’s too late. you already saw them.

“chocho, is this why my panties always go missing?” you ask as you pick up your favorite white cotton pair. you hold up the pair for him to stare at it with guilt in his eyes.

“i try to always return them!” he says with a small pout. “they smell like you. it helps me…”

sick pervert!choso who’s terrified that you’re going to give him a look of disgust. he knows that you’re going to hate him forever for being so sick and demented. he doesn’t want to have to, but he will drug you to keep you here with him. he loves that you stay willingly, but he’ll do whatever he has to do to keep you by his side.

“you do this while i’m at work?” you ask slowly. choso can’t see an ounce of disgust in your face.. only curiosity and something he can’t quite put his finger on.

after gathering his confidence, he finally nods his head, “and sometimes while you’re asleep…”

sick pervert!choso who’s awe struck when he watches you slide your panties out from underneath that sinful pencil skirt you wear to work. he’s nearly drooling out of his mouth as he looks at the pink lacy fabric.

“you want them?” you coax, and he’s quick to nod. the thought of being able to feel and smell them while they’re still fresh and warm… he’s about to cum in his pants from the thought.

“i’ll give them to you if you agree not to tie me up tonight,” you bargain with a knowing smile. “i also want to watch,”

holy shit. sick pervert!choso’s heart is hammering through his chest. this is like a fantasy come true. he reaches out and takes the panties from you, and he’s quick to hold them over his nose.

he groans and palms his throbbing dick through his pants as your scent fills his nose. he takes another deep breath, committing the scent of your pussy to his memory. he’s never experienced anything this divine in his life.

you sit on his computer chair as you watch your roommate fall apart over a simple pair of your panties.

you cross your legs together, watching as choso’s eyes are resting on you. he pulls out his massive cock, and be strangles the lacy pink fabric over it. he then slowly wraps his hand around the pace, and he fucks himself into your panties.

it’s truly a sight for sore eyes. choso’s leaned against his bed, whining and whimpering pathetically as he claims your panties again and again. he wishes he could shove the pillow over his nose, but then, that would block his perfect view of you.

sick pervert!choso would’ve never expected for his sweet roommate to react the way you do to the sight of him fisting his cock with your panties.

“fuck,” he growls, and he pumps his dick faster. the fabric is becoming slick with his own pre-cum. “you want me to mark your panties like this, baby?” he asks, managing to dirty talk you without stuttering or whimpering.

“yes,” you barely whisper. you’re so caught up in the sight of him — you almost forgot to reply to him.

his hips start to raise with each pump, and he feels himself getting close. he grips his cock tighter, imagining it was you gripping him like a vice while he fucks your tight pussy until you forget your own name.

a moment later, he groans as he quickly aims his cock, and he cums all over the crotch of your panties. rope after rope of his cum cover the pink fabric until it’s a sticky mess.

he pants as he looks over at you, and his heart is elated by the fact that you look just as desperate as he feels.

sick pervert!choso knows he could he making a mistake, but he takes a leap of faith based off your facial expression. “put them on,” he roughly demands, holding out your freshly ruined panties to you.

your eyes widen, and you look up at him with a little bit of uncertainty. however, you know you two are on a path of depravity now that you watched him claim your panties. you slowly take the panties from him, and you carefully slide them up your legs.

a moan escapes your lips as you feel his warm arousal press against you. it’s sticky and wet. it’s slightly uncomfortable, yet you’ve never been more turned on in your life. it was like a raw act of deprivation as you wore your panties that he had soiled.

“you like that, baby?” he asks, and he can’t help the small tremble in his voice. he desperately wants you to like it as much as he likes it. he’s enamored by the sight of your thighs clenching together. he might just make you wear the panties for the rest of the night.

you nod shyly with a small hum.

sick pervert!choso who never knew his roommate was a secret deviant freak until he watched you sit in panties filled with his cum all night long.

sick pervert!choso who falls even more in love with you after feeling so raw and close to you, and he has no idea that you have plans to ask him to use your panties while you’re wearing them next time <3

[arc-misadventures]

The Lady of Frozen Glades

Ren: Brrbrrbrrbrrbrr!

Ren: Why is it so freaking cold?!

Jaune: 1: We're in the mountains, it's always cold up here. 2: We're in the, Frozen Glades. By the name alone it should have been oblivious that it's going to be cold. 3: You are wearing thin robes more fit for summer weather, then the frozen mountains!

Ren: I thought I wouldn't need winter clothes... Achoo!

Jaune: Ren?! We're on a quest to slay an ice dragon. Of fucking course it's going to be cold!

Ren: I just didn't think it would be this cold!

Jaune: You idiot...

Ren: Come on, let's just finish this so we can go home...

Jaune: Okay, let's try this cave here.

Ren: What makes you think they're in this cave?

Jaune: The giant claw marks on the walls, and the floor.

Ren: ...

Ren: Oh...

~~~

Jaune: Okay... This is a big room...

Ren: This looks... Achoo! Ahh... Sniff! This looks like the place... But, where is it? Did we... Achoo! Did we miss it...

Jaune: I don't know, maybe we did. Well, we could set up a trap, and wait for it to come here.

Ren: Wait here... Achoo! I-I-In the cold...?!

Jaune: Well do you have a better...?

(Click, click, click, click, click...)

Jaune: Are those... Does that sound like high heels?

Ren: I think... Achoo! I think it is...

Jaune: Who would be wearing high heels in a mountain? Much less on a field of ice. That's cra... Oh... Ohhhh!

Ren: 'Ohhh?' Wha... Achoo! What's... Oh...

(Click, Click, Click...)

: Oh? More adventures? Are you here to kill me?

Jaune: That depends, are you the Ice Dragon of the Frozen Glades in human form?

: Yes, I am, Weiss the Elemental Frost Dragon of the Frozen Glades. And, are you more foolish adventurers who have come to slay me?

Jaune: Uhhh... No. No, we are not here to slay you.

Weiss: Really now?

Ren: What?! Achoo! The quest was to slay the ice dragon?

Jaune: 'Slay?' There's no, 'S' in the title... It says, 'Lay the Dragon.'

Ren: Bull...! Achoo! Bullshit! You just want to smash the dragon!

Jaune: Shoot me, I'm a Paladin...

Weiss: A paladin...

Ren: Of the Summer Maiden...

Weiss: A Paladin of the Summer Maiden~?

Jaune: No, I was just going to say I'm a paladin. We paladins have a love hate relationship with dragons. Half of us want to kill them, the other half want's to sleep with them.

Weiss: Sleep... w-with a dragon...?

Jaune: Hell, two of my sisters are half dragons! One's a flame dragon, and the other is earth dragon. And, like all dragons they all have their hordes of treasures!

Ren: They both... Achoo! They both have a treasure hold of gold? Achoo!

Jaune: No, my goblin sister is the one with the treasure horde. My sister who is the fire dragon has a treasure horde of mystical weapons, she's really into mystical weapons. She tried to steal my holy sword. Several times at that...

Jaune: My sister the earth dragon, has a horde of books! Lots, and lots of books!

Ren: How many?

Jaune: Ever heard of the, Library of Il'ithyca?

Ren: Yeah, it's the... Achoo! Achoo! Sniff... It's the words largest library...

Jaune: That's my sister's library.

Ren: What?!

Weiss: Oh! Your, Thiriana's little brother!

Jaune: Oh, you know my sister?

Weiss: Yes! We talk a lot about our favourite books! She has told me a lot about you when we were discussing my favourite book.

Jaune: What book?

Weiss: The... The Dragon's Knight~!

Jaune: 'The Dragon's Knight...?' What is that book ab...?! Oh... Oh that book...

Weiss: Yes. That book~!

Ren: What do you mean by that?

Jaune: Uhhh, Ren. You can go back to the inn, and warm up. I need to, 'Slay' the dragon...

Ren: What...?! Achoo! You're not going to kill her! You're going to sleep with her!

Jaune: And, you're going to freeze to death the longer you stay here.

Ren: ...

Ren: Achoo!

Ren: Sniff... Well, I'll see you back at the inn!

Jaune: See you later, Ren.

Jaune: Now then... Tell me, Weiss, Ice Dragon of the Frozen Glades. Which chapter is your favourite?

Weiss: Chapter 21!

Jaune: Oh? Good choice~!

[orimuraa]

All I need is you on my side - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆dating gamer enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ gamer!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆wc 1.1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: idk why but i really love this idea so i hope it turned out okay 😭 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated 💗

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

let's get this straight

we all know hee is a big gamer nerd

so i feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who really loves having you on his lap while he plays

he's a streamer so the days where he decides to keep his camera off, he likes to have you with him

if he's yelling too loud into your ear, he will immediately mute and start apologizing

heeseung would be a bit anxious at first to let his fans know about you because he's worried about hate, but his fans are all super supportive of you guys

when he kisses you on stream, the chat goes wild, telling you two to "get a room"

gamer hee is overall so happy to have you by his side and he loves you very much

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

at first, jay would be very hesitant about letting his fanbase know a lot about him, but he later on grows to realize that his fans are all so supportive of him

so that's when he will start bringing you into streams if you're comfy

it started with a late night stream where you were bundled in the big white comforter, sitting on the bed and watching your boyfriend play when his chat noticed you

they kept spamming the chat with "who's the cutie behind you?" or "jay can pull?" or "jay, i love you, but i'm gonna steal that girl from you"

it made jay chuckle once he realized what was going on and so he muted himself before asking if you wanted to say hi

he slowly introduced you and said you were his amazing girlfriend (to which you blushed very hard at) before letting you go with a kiss on the cheek

his whole chat went wild and jay made a mental note that he'll include you more

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

just like hee, jakey here is a huge gamer as well

he's just so grateful for his fans so he loves being super open and honest with them

so, with your permission, jake will tell them about you and maybe even bring you onto stream sometimes

while jake is gaming, you're usually bundled up on the bed watching him or falling asleep

jake tries very hard not to wake you but if he happens to shout too loud, he'll immediately cup his hand over his mouth before rushing over to you, lulling you back to sleep with his magical kisses and small apologies

you often times just admire jake when he streams, not paying any attention to the game but more on how amazing and handsome your boyfriend is

oh! alsoo, his chat may or may not love you more than him >o<

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

i'm going to be very honest right now, i do not believe that sunghoon's fans found out about you via a gaming stream

i feel like it would be one of those "building furniture from ikea, come watch me suffer" types of streams and sunghoon would just casually be answering Q&A's when someone asks if he had a gf

he would smirk before nodding and saying "i do indeed, chat. would you like to meet her?" and then rush to go ask you if you wanna say hello

but besides that, he would actually start playing less violent games because of you

he would start an animal crossing stream in the mix of all his COD or whatever streams, knowing that you would come running to play animal crossing with him

sunghoon's happiest when he sees you enjoying something he treasures a lot and he especially loves teaching you how to play certain games

and we can't forget the teasing <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

i lowkey think that sunoo would just stream and play things like zelda breath of the wild, animal crossing, or stardew valley

he's just a chill guy <3

so often times, he'll have you in his lap when he streams and plays his chill games

his chat is always happy to see you there and while sunoo is focused on gaming, you interact with the chat and get to know them better

you sit in the comfortable silence, the clicking of his keyboard and the hum of his pc being the only noise

you like to think that other people find the comfort in sunoo's streams just like you do

coming home after a long day and then being able to just relax with sunoo as he games, giggling when you read the things his chat says

yeah...he's your definition of comfort streamer

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon is naturally very protective of you and so when he introduced you to his chat and fans, he made sure that they were very respectful to you and he would spend hours scrolling through comments, reporting any hate

he does love having you with him while he streams though

seeing you interact with his chat while he plays games with his friends always makes him smile

his chat names him "#1 y/n simp" because one time, he thought he turned off the camera but he must've missed because his whole audience saw him get up and shower you in kisses before going back to his game

he was definitely trending on sns the next day

not to mention, won also loves showing you off though

like i feel like he's the type to playfully be like "i have a gf and you don't" in a teasing manner

but despite this silliness, he locks in on the games when needed, knowing you understand

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki would definitely be the type to start out by not showing your face on streams for privacy, but letting his chat know that you exist

but you soon realized that you wouldn't mind being on stream and so the day he revealed you, his chat went crazy

they all love you a lot and they adore seeing you on ni-ki's lap as he games

you're like his cheerleader

you have no idea what's going on in the game but you will clap for him every time you're sure something good happened

if you reward him with a kiss, he'll turn very red and shy before scolding his chat for spamming "simp"

ni-ki can be very noisy when he games sometimes so you have to remind him to keep it down a bit

his apology is a bunch of kisses and a couple whispered apologies

he's tough on stream but only you can bring out the softer side of him, making the chat love you even more

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @miukidoll

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | February 10th-16th 2025

Hope you all had a good Valentine's/Pal-entine's Day! Here we got something like 70cm of snow in four days, which is as much snow as we usually get in the whole month of February 😂

Trying a new formatting, let me know what you think!

Complete

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Nightby I_still_dont_understand_13 / @dangerpronebuddie (Prompt collection | 36/? | 23K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

37. A kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips

Will You Be My Valentine? by dylaesthetics (Valentine's Day | 1,7K | Mature):

Buck sends all of his contacts an innocent message asking them to be his (platonic) Valentine.

a glint of you in everything by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8B, Magical Realism, Getting Together | 3K | Teen):

A year into living in El Paso, Eddie begins to see glimpses of Buck's life when he looks in the mirror.

Buck Naked and Afraid by paleredheadinascifi (Canon Divergent, Sleepwalking | 6K | Teen):

Buck sleeps naked. Buck also sleep-walks. Buck sleep-walks naked out of his apartment and locks himself out. Fate cackles. Enter Eddie Diaz.

best laid plans by coldbam/ @coldbam (Established Buddie, Marriage Proposal | 7K | Mature):

Buck drops the binder onto the kitchen table with an impressive thud. The front is labeled TAX STUFF, 2011-2018 in simple block letters. “You came over to do…secret taxes? In the middle of October?” “Oh, no, that’s—that’s a misdirect. I keep it hidden but just in case anyone’s snooping. Eddie hates doing taxes, and Christopher would think it’s boring adult stuff.” He opens the binder and flips past the first 3 pages which are actual old tax slips to keep up the hoax. He turns it around to show Maddie the page he was looking for: Proposal Ideas * Buck proposes. For real this time. (Part 2 of proposal series)

u/fuckley's Reddit post history. by dylaesthetics (Social Media fic, Getting Together, S2-S8 | 8K | Mature):

r/Relationships u/fuckley • 4 yr. ago 🔞 NSFW HOW DO I STOP HAVING MORNING WOOD WHILE SHARING A BED WITH MY BEST FRIEND??? [URGENT] I don’t know which sub to use for this, but I need immediate help. OR the emotional rollercoaster of Buck’s Reddit posts throughout the history of knowing Eddie.

🔥faded from the winter by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Amputee Buck, Post-Shooting | 10K | Teen):

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry. (Part 4 of 🔥Buck & Cranberry)

Red Sky at Night by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Established Buddie, Future fic | 10K | Teen):

Buck and Eddie's stress levels are put to the test when a series of inconveniences precede Christopher's prom night, and their subsequent wedding.

you cut out a piece of me, now I bleed internally (left here without you) by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Depressed Buck | 11K | Mature):

And Buck is left standing there. In the rain. He stares at where Eddie’s truck used to be, now gone and out of sight. And he stays there for God knows how long, waiting, because maybe Eddie turns back. Maybe Eddie changes his mind and turns around. And he’ll jump out of his truck and laugh at Buck about how he could never leave his home here. How he could never leave Buck. And maybe he’ll pull Buck in one of those dramatic, movie-worthy kisses in the rain. And Christopher decides to come back and they live happily ever after. But this isn’t a fairytale or romcom. This is real life. And Eddie is gone. And he’s not coming back. And Buck… Buck is alone once again. (Or: After Eddie moves to El Paso, Buck copes. Except he doesn't.)

🔥 slaughterhouse by kithmet/ @kithmet (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Kleptomania, Freak4Freak | 21K | Explicit):

Buck keeps him everywhere. He’s smuggling him into every inch left vacant, because like this, he doesn’t lose him, won’t lose him. Like this, he gets to keep Eddie forever, even if it’s just the pieces and the memories attached. The reminder of him will haunt him and this apartment like a ghost. Because Buck can’t trap him in his apartment and force him to stay, he’d never ask that, couldn’t ask that, but he’s going to damn well do his best to salvage it in some form. He’s kidnapping Eddie’s shadow, no matter how much it hurts, and there’s no choice about it. Or: Buck has resolved to be the greatest friend ever. He’s handling this move so well. And not at all being abnormal about Eddie’s house. Or Eddie’s belongings. Or, well. Eddie.

WIP

🔥 Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 15/? | 91K | Explicit):

In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path.

[kteezy997]

Beyond Business-part 13//t.c.

He told you not to look at posts about him and Kylie online. But something possessed you to look. It was something obsessive inside of you.

After the A Complete Unknown premiere in Paris, he and Kylie had a ‘secret’ date with loads of paparazzi to capture them entering and leaving the restaurant and the hotel afterwards.

It hurt you to see him holding her hand, leading her through the crowd of flashing lights and photographers shouting at them.

Kylie wore a black, skintight jumpsuit which showed lots of cleavage. She seemed to be almost posing for the cameras, smiling directly at one of them. She looked so proud to be on Timothée’s arm.

You couldn’t help but think that that should be you. That she didn’t deserve him, even if they were just pretending. You hated seeing it. You had a horrible feeling inside when you saw them together. You didn't recognize your Timmy.

He didn’t even have to kiss her or look her, it was just the simple fact of her touching him, sitting close to him in the car, it just made your skin crawl. Maybe you were too jealous for this to work.

At least you had a couple days to clear your head before you saw Timmy again. You decided to go home, to see your parents, have a home cooked meal with your siblings. You needed to come down to earth, out of Timothée Chalamet’s orbit for just a moment.

Your first night in your parents’ house, he tried calling you. But you weren’t ready to talk. You couldn’t be his girlfriend at this moment, or his assistant.

He left voicemails and text after text, “baby call me please.” “need to hear your voice.” “miss you so much. I wish you were here.” So many sweet things. But you couldn’t give in. You loved him, of course you did. But you had been feeling way too much and needed a break from it all. You felt like you didn't know yourself anymore.

……..

In all, you spent a week away. You let Timmy know that you needed a vacation, and he granted you the time off. But that was all the conversation was about. You didn’t let it get any more personal than that, despite his desperate attempts.

You knew that he was probably hurting too, with you going away so suddenly. But you did your best not to think about it.

But it was finally time to go back. You felt refreshed, and level-headed about the situation. You were ready for whatever was to come.

You knocked on his door on your first Monday back to work. There was no answer. You waited a moment, then let yourself inside. “Timmy?” you called. There was no sign of him, or any sign that he had been roaming around the apartment at all that morning.

The place was unkempt. Take out containers and beer bottles scattered about. You started to really worry. You called his name again with no response.

You checked his bedroom, and there he was, sleeping like a rock.

You shook him, gently, “Timmy, it’s time to start work for the day.” you whispered.

He grumbled, clenching his eyes, then opening them. He sighed when he looked up at you. “You’re here, finally.”

“Are you okay?”

He scoffed, “Fuck no, I’m not okay.” he raised up in the bed, his eyes red and more tired looking than ever. "My girlfriend leaves me high and dry for a fucking week. Do you not understand how bad I need you?”

“I do. But I needed time to take care of myself.”

“Well, what happened?”

“I couldn’t stand the pictures of you Kylie on your romantic date in Paris.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’ve told you not to pay attention to any of that.”

“Oh fuck off, Timothée, and put yourself in my shoes! How would you like it if some other man was parading me around across the world? Do you really think that I want you to be with another woman half the time?” you didn't want to raise your voice at him, but you couldn't help it.

“It’ll come to end eventually, I swear it will! I’m sorry that you’re upset.” he calmed down, reaching to grab your hand.

“Do I not have the right to be?”

“Yes, you do. I just don’t know what I can do about it right now."

“You can choose. It’s her or me.”

“You know that I choose you.”

“No. It’s me or her. You don’t get me in private and Kylie Jenner in public. Not anymore. I don’t want to be anyone’s secret, not even yours. I can't keep putting you before myself.”

“Please, don’t do this.” he pleaded, his eyes becoming glassy.

“I love you, but I can’t let you consume me like this. I can’t work for you anymore.” The tears were coming, you sniffled.

“I don’t give a shit about you being my assistant, I just want you.”

“If you break it off with her.”

“I-"

You shrugged, “See? You can’t give her up. I don’t know if it’s the fame or the sex,-"

He cut you off sharply, “I don’t have sex with her!”

“She is sex, Timothée. It’s about how masculine you are if you’re dating her. That's what it's all about. People take you seriously now that you’ve bagged her.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve had time to think about this, that’s all. And I think I understand. You’ll never have a normal relationship now. It’s not for you, Timothée.”

“Why do you keep calling me by my full name? Are you..." he looked down, swallowing hard as a tear fell from his swelling eyes, “are you breaking up with me?”

You gasped, hearing the words out loud was something you hadn’t prepared for. You put your hand out, wanting to soothe him, to run your fingers through his hair, to hold him. But you couldn’t. Slowly, you retracted your hand. “I just don’t see how it could ever really work. Not if you’re involved with someone else. I want someone who doesn’t have to hide me.”

Timmy took a deep breath, nodding, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he put his head on his hands.

You wiped your own tears away, “I’m going to go now.” you said.

He looked at you again, “Okay.”

As you started to walk out of his bedroom, he spoke again.

"Y/n, I want you to know that everything I've ever said to you was real. I love you. You've meant more to me than you could ever understand. So, thank you."

February 16, 2025

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[jubileesstuff]

Some Headcanons I had about the Batfam:

When someone at Gotham Academy claims they have the best older siblings, Damian becomes defensive. He asserts that HE and only HE has the best older siblings IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! It's not up for debate. His siblings are superior. (He would never reveal to them that he said that.)

A lot of students at Gotham Academy try to befriend Duke after he gets taken in by Bruce. They see him on a magazine cover, or they see him on TV for the first time with the Wayne Family, and the next day, everybody wants to be his friend. It's not like he was unpopular before; it's just now that he is famous, people look at him more.

Another thing Duke now has going on is modeling. He is handsome, he has a face and everything. After the first time, he attended a Wayne Gala, the next day he had multiple offers for modeling jobs. Bruce is really protective of Duke, he knows how the modeling industry works. Duke is like, "OK, why not?" And that's how he ends up on the cover of Vogue. Bruce had to delete a lot of unhinged tweets and other posts. 

On a mission in South Korea, to destroy a weird cult, Cass accidentally becomes famous. More specifically, she ends up in a really famous Kdrama. A cast member of the drama is a member of the cult that Cass wants to destroy. First, the Director is like "tf is this girl doing here? Why was she casted?" After he sees her act, he is like "yeah, OK, she is good." And when they find out she is the daughter of Bruce Wayne, everyone is even happier. That means they can do more marketing in the US. (They love money). Bruce, again, hates it, because people thirst for his little girl.

Tim is really famous on TikTok and Instagram. He is a rich, good-looking, young CEO. Bruce, again, hates it. Tim posts unhinged content on TikTok. Once he streamed a meeting live. No one scolded him for this (except Bruce and Lucius Fox), because he is the boss and kind of scary. 

Bruce hates it that his kids are famous and popular on the Internet. Even Dick and Jason. He wants to protect Damian from that. Damian is his baby. He doesn't want to see thirst traps from his baby. Every time he opens Instagram or Twitter, he sees edits of his kids. Some are cute (he downloads them/reblogs them), and some are... well... not meant for his eyes

Every time one of Bruce's kids is sick, they sleep in his room. It's something that comes from the time when it was just him, Alfred, and Dick. It's easy to cuddle up with Cass, Tim, and Damian (though he fights it a little bit). However, it's a problem when it's one of the taller kids. Dick nearly takes the entire bed; Duke does too. The biggest problem is Jason. The only time Jason will stay in the manor is when he nearly dies (again). When he is so high on pain meds that he physically can't fight Bruce. That's the time when Bruce thinks it's a good idea to cuddle up with Jason. Bruce regrets it a little bit every time. He gets bad back pain from it. Jason is built like a double fridge; he needs space.

[prettyinpink69]

◆Nighttime kisses◆

Sevika×femme!reader

Word count: 1k, it was supposed to be short but... oh well

Smut MDNI

This could very well be absolutely terrible but I hope its not awful.. enjoy

Ever since you and sevika had adopted your daughter life had been great. Seeing Sevika run around with the little ball of energy so innocently, almost forgetting not more than a year ago she was still a 'murder-machine' for Silco. Luckily Silco wasn't completely cold-hearted and had granted Sevika time off work as a subtle hint of gratitude for her loyalty over the years.

You sat on a beaten down sun lounger on the roof of the apartment, the burning warmth if the sun hitting you pale skin. Watching as Sevika was chasing your daughter around pretending to be the 'big bad monster'. All that could be heard were giggles from the little one and the occasional growl from sevika along with a lot of heavy breathing. Even from yourself. You hadn't admitted it to Sevika but seeing her gaurd lowered as she became more comfortable with being a mother just did something to you, everytime she kissed your daughter on the nose or tucked her into bed... it made your stomach do twists which felt nice alongside the throbbing between your legs.

One thing neither of you had really thought about was just how little alone time you'd have together making your more intimate moments spread out super thin. Your lucky if you two got down to business more than once a week- which considering it was Sevika it practically felt like a year.

As you were lost in thought, watching your two girls run around the sun started to set. Your awakened from your daydream by Sevika. "Sweetheart? Its time to put this little rascal to bed." She said as she held your daughter in her arms, already half asleep. "Yeah.. yeah okay im coming baby." You follow her back down to the apartment and into your daughters room. You watch as she dresses your daughter into her favourite pyjamas- frozen of course. Both you and Sevika sit down on either side of the small girls bed as you tuck her in.

"Night mommy, night mama..." your daughters small voice calls out before her head hits the pillow and she practically falls asleep straight away. Not that either you or Sevika are complaining of course- that means no reading shitty children's books tonight. You watch as Sevika leans down to press a kiss to the little girls forehead and muttering, "sweet dreams babygirl, I love you." And there it was again, the throbbing ache between your legs. You need Sevika and you need her now. "Come on Sevi..." you whisper to avoiding waking the sleeping little one just feet away. As the two of you silently move out of the room, Sevika switches the light off and closes the door. She proceeds to follow you to the couch where you flop down so hard the couch almost moves. Your pent-up frustration starting to show.

Sevika being Sevika notices right away, you lived and hated the fact that she was amazing at reading people. "Come here." Sevika says as she pats her lap. Her tone was gentle but you knew it was a command. Seconds later you find yourself straddled over her muscly thighs, the heat pooling between your legs is almost unbearable. "Needy tonight hm? Whats gotten you so worked up?" She chuckles at how quick you moved. That damn mocking tone causing you to grind your cunt right against her leg. "Seeing you be so... motherly i-" This earns you a chuckle from Sevika, but before she can tease you any further a whimper slips from your lips. "Vika' please..." It comes out almost to breathy for your liking but the thoughts swimming around your mind block out any sense of embarrassment. Another talent Sevika had was knowing when to tease you and when you give you what you need, she could almost feel the need seeping out of you- she could definitely the wetness seeping through your panties onto her short-clad bare thigh.

Her teasing, commanding tone dropped once she heard how pathetically desperate you were for her, was being a mother making her soft? Maybe. "Let me take care of you sweetheart its okay, ive got you..." She grabs the hem of you dress and pushes it up and stuffs it into the underside of your bra, making sure it stays out of her way. "Sevi ple-" your cut off by her hand slipping into your white, arousal coated thong. The moan that escapes your lips is embarrassingly loud for such a simple touch, yet you felt touch-starved and this... this was heaven. Your manicured nails which were overdue an infill dig into the rough muscles of her shoulder as her calloused fingers collect your slick from you lips. Her two fingers expertly circle your clit and you feel like your on fire, your hips bucking against her hand as moan after moan falls from your lips. Sevika makes no move to hold you still or keep you quiet, she knew how bad you needed this from the way you were grinding down on her hand like you'd die if you didn't cum in the next minute.

Her two large fingers gently squeeze your clit sending shockwaves of pleasure from your core to your brain. Your head falls forward to rest on her shoulder as you hump her hand like a dog in heat. "Fuck- sev please dont stop I'm gonna-" your own moan cuts you off as Sevika moves her attention away from your clit and stuffs the two fingers into your cunt. You bite down on her shoulder to somewhat try and keep the noise to a minimum considering your daughter is asleep two rooms over. "Shh sweatheart, let go for me... your doing so good for me hm? Good girl.." the small sprinkle of praise sends you over the edge, your cunt clamping around her fingers, as if they're sucking them in. You muffle ypur moans into her shoulder as you cum, your slick wetness just covering her hand and thigh, your own thighs not looking any better. Her movements slow and slow as you ride it out until she removes her fingers, bringing them to lips to suck them clean. "Taste so sweet baby... just like honey"

"Vika'... n-need more..." your plea's for more only earns you a deep, low chuckle from Sevika. She grips the back of your thighs and effortlessly lifts you in her arms. "You didn’t seriously think i was done with you yet did you baby?.." and that was when you knew... she's gonna make sure you never feel this pent up again...

[wikiangela]

the moments we share stay a secret from the world

ship: sambucky rating: G words: 1.7k spoilers for captain america: brave new world

[also on ao3]

___

As soon as the door closes behind Sam, he slumps against it with a groan. It’s been a long few days. He’s tired, a little bruised and broken, and all he wants is to get in bed and sleep for a week straight. He knows that’s impossible, this job being really a full-time, 24/7 thing, so he’ll take any rest he can get. If he can get to his bedroom, that is – he feels like any energy left him as soon as he stepped foot in his apartment, only now the adrenaline leaving him, worry seeping out now that he knows Joaquin is okay, and all that’s left is pure exhaustion. He could fall asleep right here, at the front door, standing up.

With a deep, heavy sigh that feels like it comes from deep in his soul, he pushes away from the door and forces his legs to take him to the bathroom. He desperately needs a hot shower first.

The walk seems to take forever, and in between the front door and the bathroom, he manages to pull out his phone and shoot a quick text that just reads ‘ur full of shit, could’ve used that serum right about now.’

He doesn’t wait for a response, he doesn’t expect one anyway. They usually text, but at this hour there’s a bigger chance the old man would call instead. He doesn’t wait for that, either. Just tosses his phone on the bed when he walks through the bedroom, then strips out of his clothes and hauls his aching body into the shower. He stands under the hot water for as long as his legs let him, letting it soothe the strained muscles, but careful of all the stitches and wounds. He’s way too used to those by now.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he finally leaves the bathroom, just a towel around his waist, dragging his feet on his way to the bed – only to see an unexpected visitor sitting at the end of it. 

“Hey,” Sam says, barely even phased. As unexpected as it is to see Bucky here, it’s not all that surprising at this point. “So we don’t knock anymore?”

“I don’t.” Bucky shrugs, a hint of a smile on his face, as he leans back on his hands, eyes scanning Sam’s half naked body up and down, worry carefully hidden, visible only in his eyes, only to Sam. He looks comfortable as if he was at his own place. He’s not dressed in a suit anymore, now wearing his usual black jeans, and a leather jacket, unzipped to reveal a plain black t-shirt. Some things never change – and not all should, he looks damn good like this. Sam thinks he prefers this version. “And you don’t mind.”

“Hm, well, as long as it’s you and not someone who tries to kill me, break into my place all you want.” Sam waves his hand, walking over to his closet to grab some sweats to sleep in. 

“You don’t have to get dressed on my account.” Bucky says, that flirtatious tone in his voice that Sam hates and loves at the same time. 

“If you want a show, you gotta earn it,” he throws back with a grin over his shoulder, that might come off more as a grimace, with the way his whole body aches. He feels Bucky’s eyes on himself as he shamelessly drops the towel on the floor, grabs some sweatpants and puts them on. 

“Eh, you don’t look so good tonight, I’ll pass.” Bucky teases, the usual humor covering up what he’s not saying, the worry and concern at all the cuts and injuries and bruises all over Sam’s body, the regret about not being there to help. “Seriously, Sam,” Bucky adds, a complete change in tone, “you look awful.”

“Wow, thanks.” Sam rolls his eyes, turning to face Bucky again. He can feel his eyes analyzing all his wounds and bruises. The stab wound in his chest stings, but he ignores it. “I’m fine, Buck. Nothing new, nothing I haven’t survived before. It comes with the job,” he shrugs, one of his shoulders protesting and he can’t hide a wince.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Bucky adds quietly, blue eyes finding Sam’s. 

“Me too.” Sam sighs. “Could’ve really used that super strength of yours,” he adds, trying to keep it light. The truth is, he misses being a team, out there, on the battlefield. He’s never been more in tune with anyone, especially now. They know each other inside out, they can communicate without words, it’s like Bucky lives in his head – which isn’t untrue.

“You did amazing without it. You can do it without it, without me. You know that, right? You don’t need me.”

“Yeah,” he takes a step towards the bed, then another. “Yeah, I know. I’m doing my best.” He might not need Bucky, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want him, as a partner, as a friend, in whatever way he can. But he also knows he’s capable by himself. He has to be. Steve chose him for a reason, and he needs to stop doubting that choice, doubting whether he deserves it. It’s easier said than done, but he’s trying. He did a damn good job today, though, if he says so himself.

“I’ll always have your back.” Buck promises, and Sam knows that. If he could, he’d be there, fighting by his side. He’ll be there if Sam ever needs him. 

“I know.” Sam stops in front of Bucky, whose curious eyes look him up and down again. 

“How’s Torres?”

“Awake. He’ll be okay. I just-”

“Feel guilty?” Bucky guesses. He really knows Sam so well. “Sam, none of what happened was your fault. Including him.”

“I know,” he repeats with a sigh, running a hand over his face. “Hard not to feel that way sometimes.” 

“Yeah.” Bucky nods, understanding better than anyone. They don’t need a lot of words, not right now. They’ll talk, debrief, and discuss everything at some point. Tonight, Sam is just so damn tired.

He climbs into Bucky’s lap, straddling him – he wishes he could say he did it without wincing in pain, but alas. Bucky’s hands immediately rest gently on his hips, gripping lightly but firmly, careful not to hurt him further. Sam knows he’s dying to examine all his wounds and make sure he’s okay, but Sam’s been to the hospital, he’s fine, he doesn’t need him to fuss.

“Now, what did I do to deserve a visit from the future congressman James Buchanan Barnes? It’s a rare sight lately. And twice in two days?” He teases. Bucky rolls his eyes. They haven’t been seeing each other as often as they’d like, both busy with their new jobs, and keeping this relationship private, but they try. Sam would rather have those few moments once in a while than none at all. 

“I meant it, I missed you,” Bucky shrugs, earnest and genuine as he smiles softly. “I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“I’m fucking exhausted and beaten up, and I could sleep for a week.” Sam sighs, slumping against Bucky. Bucky’s right hand gently moves up his side, caresses his skin, mindful of his bruised and cracked ribs, until he cradles Sam’s cheek. Sam leans into the touch. “Can you stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course. I don’t have anywhere to be until morning.”

“Good.” Sam whispers, and finally presses his lips to Bucky’s, his hands finding his jacket and helping him out of it. All he wants is to fall asleep in his man’s arms right now, he wants to keep him here as long as he can, until they both need to go back to their roles and titles, and keep their personal life under wraps.

They kiss slowly, lazily, until Sam’s yawn breaks it, and Bucky chuckles, standing up with Sam still in his arms, then gently places him down on the bed – any other night, if Sam wasn’t half asleep and what feels like half-alive, it’d get him going immediately, his boyfriend’s strength always such a turn on. As it is, Sam forces his limbs to work a little bit longer to scoot up the bed and onto the pillow, then waits for Bucky to take off his jeans and join him.

He tries to wrap himself around Bucky, but he can’t breathe on his side, his ribs are not in the best state, cuts and bruises on the rest of his body are hurting. So he settles on his back, as comfortably as he can, and brings Buck as close as possible. Bucky slips his right arm under Sam’s head, the metal of the left one lightly pressing against his abdomen, as Bucky holds him.

“Can you promise me something?” Sam asks sleepily, already starting to nod off.

“What’s that?”

“Can you wake me up when you have to go, no matter what time?” He just wants to say goodbye, he doesn’t want Bucky to just disappear into the night. He could get out without waking Sam up, his stealth skills as impressive as always. But Sam wants to see him, kiss him one more time, watch him leave. Get one more second together.

“Of course, Sam. Now sleep, I’m right here.” Sam feels a soft kiss to his head.

“I love you, Buck.” Sam mutters, blinking as he tries to get one more look at his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I love you, too.” Bucky whispers with one more quick kiss to Sam’s lips.

Sam falls asleep to the sound of Bucky’s breathing, feeling his heartbeat where their chests are pressed together, familiar cool metal fingers drawing soothing patterns on his stomach. He’s out within seconds, feeling calm and safe and loved in the arms of his man, knowing that he’ll get woken up way before sunrise, and he’ll have to say goodbye to him again. That’s okay. He’ll have a busy day tomorrow, as well, back to Captain America duties, having to deal with the aftermath of… this whole mess. But for now, it’s just him and Bucky, in the quiet of the night, sleeping in one bed, like a regular couple. Maybe one day it’ll be the norm for them. If not, he’ll take what he can get. 

[also on ao3]

[lilygoofywritingcave]

Happy Valentine's Day !!!!

Oh, it seems a certain member in Slaughterhouse has sent you a letter, are you brave enough to open it?

Spoilers warning for character names

Misaki, the ever silly contract killer

"To Y/N, the chaos to my mayhem (or Whatever Romantic Crap I’m Supposed to Say),

Alright, so listen, uhh I was just planning on sending you a pic of a raccoon holding a heart and call it a day, BUT APPARENTLY that’s not “romantic” enough. Smh. So now I’m here, struggling to put actual words together instead of just sending you a keyboard smash and hoping you get the vibe.

So. Uh. Lily. You menace. Do you have ANY idea what you've done to me?? I’ll see something stupid n immediately think, “Oh, Y/N would laugh at this.” Like. That’s so weird. That’s EMBARRASSING. I save memes just to send you at 3AM, YOU are why Im having sleep deprivation (the good kind ofc). I would smile at my phone like an absolute idiot whenever your name pops up. It’s sick. You did this to me.

Also. Explain why you write me like I’m some cool badass when I’m just some gremlin with a knife and a rifle. Like. Hello??? Ma’am???? I do crimes, that's no news, but then you come along with your little fics n suddenly I feel like maybe, just maybe, I’m not just the sum of all the bad things I’ve done. I don’t know how to process that. Or you. You make my brain short-circuit without needing to doomscroll Tiktok.

ANYWAY. Point is, you’re mine now. No take-backs. Stuck with me forever, I will continue to be the most annoying gremlin in your life, sending you unhinged voice notes, and remind you every day that you matter. Because you do. A lot. (EW I HATE HOW SAPPY THAT SOUNDED MOVE ON PLS...)

...Okay, I think I’ve reached my emotional limit. I need to go set something on fire to balance this out. Or at least, like, flip a table.

Happy Valentine’s, silly.

Misaki Katsuo"

V, cold outside but cares more than you know

"To dear Y/N, Valentine’s Day seems to demand people to express affection for each other, something flowery and poetic. Although I consider traditions like that often exaggerated, but it felt unfair for you. So, I’ll keep this simple, for your sake.

You... matter to me, more than I would want to admit. You’ve become a part of my life in a way I didn’t expect, it is frankly troublesome how often my thoughts wander to you. And despite my usual preference for order, I don’t mind the chaos you bring. In fact… I think I’d miss it if it were gone.

I could compose some poetical metaphor, comparing you to the moon, the stars, or whatever romantic nonsense one is expected to write in a letter such as this, but I won’t waste your time.

Just know that if you ever need me, whether for something important or as simple as spending time together, you have only to say the word and I'll always be there.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.

"Valentin Viljoen"

Angel, sweet and dangerous like a rose

To My Love, Happy Valentine’s Day.

I know, I know, cheesy, cliché, overhyped day… but I don’t care. Today is just another excuse for me to remind you how much you mean to me, and I’ll take it.

You, you are the one thing in my life that feels real, no cameras, no flashing lights, no expectations to be perfect. Just us, and I need that more than I ever realized.

I’m not easy to love, am I? Always getting caught up in my work, in my image, in making sure everything and everyone is okay… but you? You remind me that I’m more than what people see. That I’m allowed to breathe, to be a little selfish, to take up space in someone's life without feeling guilty.

You make me feel like I’m enough. And I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that before.

So, for today, no, for always, I want you to know that I love you. In the quiet moments, in the chaos, in every way I know how. I love you when I get overwhelmed and you remind me to rest. I love you when you make me laugh so hard I forget whatever stress was eating at me. I love you when you’re just, you.

I don’t say it enough, but thank you, for seeing me, for staying, for being the best thing to ever happen to me.

Now, let’s turn off our phones, ignore the world for a while, and just be together. That’s all I really want.

Your Angel,

Maria de la Rosa

And lastly, the devil himself, Ronin

to my dearest darlin’ Y/N,

there’s always a certain rhythm to a heartbeat. steady, but unique for everyone. funny little thing, really. you press your fingers just right, and there it is: life, thumpin’ away under the fragile skin. but oh, how delicate it is. how easy it Is to destroy

. tell me darlin', have you ever wonder, what it takes to keep that aorta singin’? how much someone’s got Left in ‘em before rotting away? or how love can sink its teeth in deep, turning even the purest souls dark, twisting the light ‘til it don’t shine the same no more?

ironic, ain't it? how even the worst of ‘em, either gutted or broken, still has a heart. just like yours, still beating, lively as ever, a reminder that you’re here and you’re real. that you’re eVerythin’, my everything.

and isn't that a beautiful thing? to havE you readin’ this, seeing the devil puttin' his feelings into words. there ain't no poetrY sweet enough, no god powerful enough to take it away.

Over and over, i think about you, about the way you laugh, the way you exist. about how this world feels a little less, rotten with you in it. Understand this, darlin', you got me by your side. for as long as that pretty little heart of yours beats, you and i will face whatever this shitty world throws at us, together.

Don't ever forget that. And don’t think for a second i’d ever let you go. Remember this and Listen close. It's always been you and you only. Nothing will ever change that.

happy valentine’s, darlin’.

—r. beaufort

(P/S: you know how i play, let's get that pretty brain to work)

[thanossssss]

more thagyu agere? some angst..? >:3

Regressor! Thanos w/ Caregiver! Nam-gyu

Summary: Thanos regresses out of fear during the night, after the first game. He only wants Nam-gyu to comfort him.

Contains: Age regression, mentions of drugs, mentions of death, crying, Thanos refers to Nam-gyu as “Daddy”, thumb sucking.

A/N: I was originally going to do regressor! Nam-gyu, but I thought regressor! Thanos would fit better with the idea I had. I hope that’s okay with you!

Not proofread.

The large room was dark and quiet as mostly everyone slept, or at least tried to. Thanos laid in his bed, staring up at the other bed above his. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own shaky breathing. The pill he had taken a while ago had worn off now and all he felt was an intense amount of fear. Thanos couldn’t stop thinking about what he had saw during the first game. The screams of other players and the sound of gunshots echoed in his head, he couldn’t make it stop.

Thanos hated how alone he felt, even though there were over three hundred people around him. He was alone in his bed with no one to soothe him and hold him. The want and need of comfort only grew stronger as seconds passed. Thanos needed to be with Nam-gyu, but he felt too scared to leave his bed. It would’ve been easier if Nam-gyu’s bed was next to his, but it wasn’t. It was above his, so he had to go up some steps to get to him.

A soft whimper left Thanos while tears rolled down his cheeks. He held a tight grip onto the blanket he had, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down, but it wasn’t really working. He was in no state to be able to properly calm himself, he just couldn’t do it.

Slowly, Thanos sat up in his bed, his body trembling. With shaky legs, he stood up as quietly as he could, then nervously made his way to Nam-gyu’s bed. He felt terrified of everybody there, except for Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu was someone he knew well outside the games and was the only person who he had ever told and trusted enough to be around him when he’d regress. Thanos knew he could go to Nam-gyu.

At his bed, Thanos stared at Nam-gyu for a few seconds, before gently nudging him to wake up. He stayed asleep, which only caused Thanos to let out a small sob as he shook him harder.

“Daddy..?” Thanos muttered. “Daddy, please…please wake up..” More tears ran down Thanos’s face and his cries became a bit louder. After a couple more seconds though, a tired groan came from Nam-gyu as he slowly opened his eyes, only to see Thanos, who looked absolutely terrified.

“Thanos?” Nam-gyu spoke with a groggy voice. He sat up and let Thanos crawl into his bed, immediately holding him close, since that’s clearly what he wanted. “What’s wrong, baby? Did you have a nightmare?” Nam-gyu questioned while he began to play with Thanos’s hair. Thanos shook his head a little.

“Hmm-mmm. Can’t..can’t sleep.” Thanos mumbled. “I..I’m..I’m scared..” He stuttered out. He looked at Nam-gyu, his eyes teary and filled with fear. “I’m so scared..I don’t wanna be here anymore.” Thanos admitted.

Nam-gyu sighed to himself, holding Thanos tighter. It was such a poor time for him to regress. He shouldn’t be in this kind of situation while being in that state, it obviously made him even more stressed out and scared, not to mention potentially vulnerable to others if they were to find out.

“I know you’re scared. It’s a scary situation, but I promise I’ll keep you safe the entire time.” Nam-gyu whispered to him. “I’ll always be with you and protect you. You’re going to be okay. We’ll both be okay.” Nam-gyu told him. Thanos sniffled quietly.

“Promise?” He asked in a small voice, slowly holding out his pinky. Nam-gyu gave a comforting smile. “I promise.” He responded while hooking their pinkies together. A very tiny smile appeared on Thanos’s face, as he laid his head down on Nam-gyu’s shoulder.

“I don’t wanna go to bed..” He murmured. “I’m too scared..” Thanos told Nam-gyu. “It’s okay, baby. If you don’t want to go to bed, you don’t have to. You can stay here with me and I’ll stay up with you, alright?” Thanos nodded a little, letting himself relax a little in Nam-gyu’s arms.

The two cuddled for a couple minutes, before Thanos brought his hand to his mouth and began to suck his thumb for comfort. Nam-gyu doubted anyone was up, let alone that they’d be able to see what Thanos was doing. Still, Nam-gyu positioned Thanos in a way that no one would be able to tell that he was sucking on his thumb. Nam-gyu didn’t want anyone to make fun of Thanos for doing something that helped soothe him, especially when he needed it the most.

It was silent between the two of them, but a comfortable silence. A silence that let Thanos know he was safe, and that he was going to be safe with Nam-gyu for as long as they were in this place together.

[beef-brisket]

Adam smirked and folded his arms, looked down at the note. Sure, there were no prints. Something most detectives would call a deadend, but Adam felt otherwise.

Adam: Stupid bastard thinks he's playing me. Toying with me by leaving this for me- in the evidence box we made- he did it in this office. I. This building. And, he's just confirmed my suspicions.

Lucifer... wasn't expecting this reaction, but them again he should be used to that with Adam. Expect the unexpected.

Lucifer: Oh? What suspicion?

Adam: He's a cop. Or works in the offices, reception- security. Something. But, either way, he works here. At the fbi office. He has access to police files and computer documents. Everything he needs to hunt down his victims, he has access to. And him messing with my box just proves that he knows I'm onto him. He pulled a stun today at a new crime scene. He wrote my name in a heart. He thinks he's got the best of me. But he doesn't. Not by a long shot.

Lucifer was very impressed. But then again, he wasn't really hiding that fact, especially not after today.

Lucifer: Hm, well now. That's quite a piece of evidence you've found, Adam. I'm impressed.

Adam beamed: Thank you, sir.

Lucifer: ...Though, I am curious. You're the only detective to really... give this case some extra thought. The only detective to... bother, for lack of a better word. Why-? If you don't mind me asking.

Adam was silent for a moment, staring down at the note.

Adam: ...When I was fifteen, my parents were killed. Someone broke in- my mom told me to hide. I... I could hear... what he was doing to them. Their screams. The sounds of... whatever he was doing to their bodies. I can still hear it, sometimes. When I sleep, I often wake up in that hallway cupboard. Reliving everything.

Lucifer: ...Your... parents...?

Adam released a breath: I-I found them- their chests cut open, their hearts-... you get the picture... at first, the cops thought it was me. I had crime books and nearly every piece of literature on the law and serial killers. They thought I was a copycat. But when I got evaluated... the therapist said I was extremely traumatised. Only when they compared the crime scenes, they let me go...

Adam rubbed his face. He fucking hated remembering his past: I-I'm determined to bring the Devil down. Just because he's killing criminals, doesn't make him better than them. It puts him on the same level. He's a criminal. A murderer. A serial killer- a sick freak. He needs to be taken down. Brought to justice. What he's doing is taking the law into his own hands, and not in a product way...

Lucifer felt his eye twitch, to hear Adam say these things was... unfortunate. Staring at his subordinate, Lucifer made a mental note to try and figure out who his parents were.

He doesn't often kill couples, not at the same time. But he has done it a few times when the situation arises.

Lucifer: Well... I'm sorry to hear about your past, Adam. I'm losing someone like that... is horrible. And for you to witness it is even worse.

Adam smiled softly: Thank you, sir... everyone always asks why I became a cop. Why I'm obsessed with these cases... now you know.

-

At the end of the day, Lucifer watched Adam leave. He was the second to last one, as usual.

And as soon as that door clicked closed, Lucifer walked into his office, locked the door and turned on his computer.

Scribbling on a piece of paper, Lucifer smirked: "Kadmon". Let's hunt your parents down, a second time~.

They would have deserved it, Lucifer was sure of that. But, for Adam to say the Devil was as bad as the criminals he kills was a let down. He was hoping Adam would feel the same.

But no matter. Their forms of punishment and delivering justice were different.

Lucifer: Maybe, after I find your parents, I'll come visit you~. I'm feeling... tense again~.

Serial Killer x FBI Agent

Bonus points: Lucifer is the senior agent training Adam and is also the killer he's training Adam to find.

Stalking

Possessive behavior

He would (and will) kill for Adam

How did you know I love problematic!Lucifer?

Poor Adam just wants to do his job, and now he has a serial killer after him.

[cursedfallingmoon]

Listen

Rory and reader dancing in the forest in the rising sun's light while they both him and the reader humming "Once Upon A Dream" softly as birds sing along all around them

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I need it

- Anon💤

Who?: Rory

Type?: G/N Reader

Cw?: Possessiveness

A/n?: Sorry this was responded to so late! I got caught up in IRL stuff and my writer's block hit me so hard. Hope this is up to your expectations!!! Sorry for the weird ending, I wanted to fit the crows in from the first headcannons.

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Rory was enchanted by the person in front of him. Their eyes were beautiful under the orange hue of the setting sun. The two were in the very forest they had first met. Where Rory found his true love. Rory followed every move, every gesture. He let you lead him. The rustling of the trees added to the serenity of the moment. You were alone with him. Him! It had been a couple moons since you saved him from the eternal sleep he was victim too. Rory couldn't imagine not being able to see you for a hundred years. Nor could he live with himself if you had died. But those worries are far behind. He's here with you now.

The sky covered you both in a magical light. The rustling of trees slowed as Rory caught your voice. You were singing! Your voice was so soothing. He could fall asleep with just listening to you. You could say everything was okay, and he'd believe you without question. Your singing was even better.

"Once upon a Dream..."

Your voice was so alluring that even the birds started to sing the same tune. Rory held you tighter as you guided him through the dance. It was a fluid harmony between you two. He had been working on his dancing. After your first waltz during Rory's birthday party, he had been inspired to improve. You inspire him to do more. Right now, though, all he can focus on is you.

The sun continued to set, the birds singing along with you got a bit louder, and your eyes shined. Rory fell in love with you even more. If that was even possible.

This moment was perfect. His dream come true.

Rory found himself humming along with your tune. He made sure he harmonized with you. Rory felt safe. Loved. Like nothing could ever harm him. Nothing would take him out of this moment. As long as he had you in his arms, then he could be happy. He could be safe.

This started out as a simple picnic date. That was what this was meant to be. That alone was perfect. But when you held out your hand to Rory, and pulled him against your chest, the date became perfect. He would do anything to make this moment last forever. To be in your arms forever. Your chest, and your arms, were where he was meant to be. No other space was ever warm enough for Rory.

When the sun finally set over its horizon, Rory felt saddened. The moment with you was over. Slowly, the birds dispersed, leaving you the only one singing. It was haunting how it echoed. Rory's body broke out in chills. His dream slowly seeped into a nightmare. He didn't like it.

"Dear… It's getting late."

Rory felt so meek. Small. He hated it. His hands tightened around your back. Rory found himself pressing his body tighter against yours.

"Oh. I hadn't noticed. Your smile distracted me from the sun. I swear it's just as if not more blinding."

Rory's anxieties slowly eased out of him. You always knew what to say. How to make him feel better. That's why he adored you so much.

As you pulled away to clean up the picnic, or what was left of it, this sinking feeling made its way to his stomach. The vibrant birds that sang along with you were all replaced with crows. Their eyes never left you.

Rory crept closer to you, his hand missing your arms a few times before he managed to grasp it. You noticed his tremble. You gathered everything up from your outing in one arm, using the other that Rory was holding onto to steady his hand.

"Come now. Let's get you back into the castle. You must be exhausted."

Your voice pulled him out of his worry. He nodded slowly and remained close to you as you both made your way out of the forest.

"You will cuddle me when we get back, won't you? I want to remain closer to you, even if our dance ended."

Rory asked softly, even the evening winds could blow them away. You heard him, however. You always did.

"Of course."

Leaving the crows, and the eeriness the night brought, Rory and you returned to the castle. Even with the eerie ending, that moment with you will forever live in Rory's heart. Nothing will ever take it away.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.219 Less strikes again

At some point, I tore myself away from my parents and left the cemetery feeling renewed and happy. On my way back home, I made a detour to the florist. I couldn't leave their graves looking empty and neglected like we didn't care. Quite the contrary. I even bought nice headstones and put portraits on their plots. Too bad I didn't have a big enough picture for grandpa Winston. I'd really love to meet him one day, but I think he may have crossed over already. At least I have tiny pictures at home to look at and see where some of my features come from.

Alessia called, saying she wanted to talk. That meant she needed to get out of the house, so I sent Sophia a text saying I would be back later that night. At first, I thought we'd grab dinner, but Less and I hadn't gone out together in ages. We needed to make it count, so I suggested we go to a bar for old time's sake. We met at The Solar Flare in Oasis Springs, and she began telling me about this man she'd been talking to.

His name is Brent Peters, and he rents a trailer in Oasis Springs. He likes horses, is obsessed with vampires, loves a good argument, and hates smart asses. He also hates comedy, idealists, troublemakers, knitting, and rock climbing. So far, he sounded like a very interesting character, and I wanted to know more. She said in his younger days he had a bit of trouble of his own, often getting caught stealing. He got help, but every day is a struggle to resist that urge. They bonded over their love for athleticism. She thought it was a silly to appreciate, but she loved he didn't mind her being a homebody. Whatever she wanted to do, he was into it, and she loved that. I couldn't imagine Alessia ever changing herself to please someone, but I knew exactly how it felt to be loved and accepted by someone despite your flaws and shortcomings, and I was glad she had that. She said he's loyal to her, and they are taking things slow. As much as I loved to hear that, I still had concerns.

"He sounds wonderful for you, but... Like, how do you know he's not after your money?"

"Luca... I know you're concerned because of what happened last time, but this isn't that. Me and Jase bonded over stupid, meaningless stuff. Brent and I talk about real things. And I'm older and wiser now. But you, of all people, should understand how putting yourself out there involves risks. You moved in with Sophia after one date, and you didn't even want to be in a relationship. But you took the risk. The point here is I'm ready to take risks again. I don't know if Brent is after my money, or if he will kill me in my sleep, or if he'll run off with another woman. I'm still getting to know him, but I don't think he will. But I'll never know unless I try."

I say this every time I'm around her, but she has grown so much, and I love to see it. I still had concerns, but there was nothing left to say.

"Also, I'm moving out tomorrow."

"What?? Why?"

"I appreciate everything you've done for me. And I love how fiercely you protect me. But I need to handle things on my own now. All my life, I've had a safety net. Even when I moved out, I was living with that family. Someone has always taken care of me, and I feel like I owe it to myself, and my children, to be truly independent. I can't teach them what I've never done, so I need to go. I don't want you to make a big deal and throw a party or something. Just let us go quietly, please."

This is just like Mt. Komorebi all over again. She arrives at conclusions super fast and is compelled to action them even faster.

"But... What about the kids? Desi loves playing with them. And I love hanging out with them, too."

"That can still happen! It'll just require more effort now."

"Where are you going, anyway?"

"San Myshuno, for now."

That was the last place I pictured her living. Seems like the hustle and bustle would send her paranoia up the roof. But, renting an apartment is a good situation for her. Even though she wants to be independent, homeownership is a whole 'nother beast, not for the faint of heart.

"I'm gonna miss you, sis. I've really enjoyed getting to know this adult version of you. Can we make sure to do better at keeping in touch?"

"You better, big head."

[seellove]

Counterfeit Shrines // sukuna x female reader

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Chapter 5 - Placing a bet, my odds are You and Me Zero // (3.6k words) // 18+

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You're a late bloomer when it comes to cursed energy, entering Tokyo Jujutsu High partway through the 4th year on the support student track. Because of this, you get paired with the only combat track sorcerer without a partner for obvious reasons, Ryomen Sukuna. He's had a tragic upbringing as a human that is part curse with dark expectations for how to live his life. However, after meeting you, he slowly starts to see the possibility of a different path with someone he might love.

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are Jujutsu Sorcerers in a JJK AU, explicit smut, violence/blood/injury, dubious consent, dubious morality, drug and alcohol use, falling in love, angst, comfort, fluff, happy ending

There is a chill in the morning air as you wait outside. You are groggy from sleeping poorly last night and as a result of waking up obscenely early, anxious and nervous for your first mission. Your bag lays on the ground beside you, probably overpacked, but you didn’t know what to expect so better to have something and not need it. 

You pull your beanie down lower to cover your ears from the breeze. The car better be warm, you aren’t yet used to these chilly mornings. 

“Be careful on your mission Suki,” Yorozus voice cuts through the silence. “Let me know when you get back, I’ll have a welcome home present you don’t want to miss.” 

Suki, you snicker to yourself, you’ll have to remember that next time he’s an asshole. 

“Oh yeah, what’s that gonna be?” a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“If you’re lucky I might send you a sneak peek later,” she responds in a sultry tone. 

Gross can they not do this elsewhere?. 

“Oh she’s going with you?” Yorozus voice grates on your ears. Goddammit you don’t want to deal with this right now. 

“Yep it’s a support training mission, I have to make sure she doesn’t kill herself, isn’t that right?” he pulls your beanie down over your eyes. 

You rip the beanie off in frustration, revealing Sukuna standing in front of you wearing his uniform pants and a red and black jacket. Yorozu stands next to him, her arms crossed scowling at you. 

“I might have to kill myself to save myself from your incessant attitude,” you clap back. You look at Yorozu. “He’s all yours girl, I don’t want anything to do with this,” you gesture at Sukuna. You wouldn’t mind if what happened last night were to happen again, but you had no interest in fighting over a man like him. 

He fakes a frown, “wow harsh. I underestimated how little you think of me.” You don’t miss the side eyed smirk as he turns his head slightly towards you so Yorozu can’t see. 

To your relief a black car pulls up, saving you from this situation. You take off towards the car, not bothering to acknowledge whether Sukuna follows or not. After tossing your bag into the trunk, you circle back to the rear doors and settle yourself in the backseat. The driver greets you but other than that stays quiet. Not long after you buckle up, Sukuna joins you. You ignore him at first, not planning to say anything until he speaks.

“Did you mean what you said back there?” he caves first. 

“Mean what?” 

“You want nothing to do with this.”

You briefly pause before speaking, staring out the window to avoid looking at him, “I mean, kind of. I’m just here to go to school so I can move on with my life. I didn’t ask to be partnered up with the class fuckboy and be the target of his fangirls’ jealousy.”

The sounds of the car on the highway fills the space between the two of you. Tension weighs heavy in the air. You don’t hate Sukuna, in fact you value the time together and the unexpected friendship that has developed. It might not be the deepest bond, but at the end of the day there is mutual respect and the company is enjoyable. You are also grateful for everything he has taught you, even though it started out on not the best of terms. Plus, it was nice having someone actually appreciate your intelligence instead of calling you a nerd or a loser. 

You turn to look at him, surprised to see him already eying you. His eyes look a little softer than normal, while his mouth betrays no hints as to what he is thinking. 

“It’s exhausting trying to be friends with you sometimes Sukuna. Your love life is of no concern to me, but when people start berating me and being nasty, it’s hard to justify wanting to continue the friendship. Hell, I don't even know if you want to be friends with me. You are so emotionless and vapid at times, it's impossible to tell if you actually enjoy spending time together.”

“I absolutely do want to be friends with you,” he quickly responds, his eyes widening with a rare sign of emotion. “Sorry, I’m not good at conveying this with words, but your presence, I enjoy it, I look forward to it.”

His vulnerability catches you by surprise, awkward silence pooling between you. You decide to lighten the mode a bit, to offset the weird moment. “So he does have a heart after all,” you force a giggle.

He snorts in response, “it keeps me alive.”

“Alright Suki, now tell me about this mission.” 

“Never call me that,” he huffs in annoyance, giving you a side eyed glare.

“Oh right, that's your special nickname only your girl can call you,” you continue to egg him on, feeling him seething beside you.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m gonna leave you in there with those curses and let you figure it out. Besides, she isn’t worth my time to disagree with, I don’t care enough to have a lengthy conversation,” Sukuna retorts.

“Now, about the mission.”

He explains the info that was contained in the original posting online. He must read the confusion on your face at the lack of information because he continues talking, “sometimes you don’t really know what the mission will be like until you are there to scope it out. The intel we receive is usually pretty high level without a ton of detail.” 

Your nervous demeanor must be apparent because he places his hand on your arm, “I won’t send you in there alone, I’ll scope it out first and I’ll be nearby the whole time. You have no idea how fast and powerful I am, I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

Your stomach feels less turbulent with his reassurances. 

“Are they scary? The curses?”

“If you aren’t used to them, I suppose they could be. Just to warn you, they are pretty grotesque and deformed looking. These ones we will be dealing with are pretty stupid though. Higher level ones are more scary because they can reason and act like humans.” 

“What kinds of missions do you usually go on?” you question. 

“Hmm, mine are usually a little tougher and can last multiple days. Sometimes I need to gather my own intel before charging in. There’s usually a lot of lower grade curses in addition to powerful ones. Curses attract curses after all.”

A sadistic grin creeps across his face as he continues, “I fuck then up though, I enjoy tearing them apart, trying new techniques on them, I’m known for leaving my missions a bloody mess when it’s all said and done.” 

“Why does that not surprise me? Can you show me your technique on one when we get there?” 

He sits up straighter, puffing out his chest ever so slightly, “yeah I will, just for you.”

You can’t help but be a little excited to see a real sorcerer in action. Plus, you need to see if he’s actually as strong as he claims to be. 

The rest of the ride goes without incident, chatting and banter between you two passing the time. You look up and notice the car slowing to turn into an old neighborhood, stopping a few houses away from what is presumably the abandoned one. It was a massive brick building with beautiful white columns, an unkempt garden framing the entrance.

You stare up at it, a wave of nausea springs up as fear begins to wash over you. You were scared of curses, only remembering stories of missions gone wrong and the gruesome things they will do to people. Shoko tried to describe them one time as did Sukuna earlier, but you were still nervous about everything. 

The driver activates the barrier and gives you both the rendezvous location. 

“Follow me,” Sukuna grunts shortly, leading the way towards the mansion. “I’ll go scope it out first, then come back for you.”

He bounds inside with impressive speed, kicking down the front door unceremoniously. A chill drips down your spine making you shiver in anticipation. The presence of curses. Swallowing hard, you try to pep yourself up, remembering the combat moves Sukuna had meticulously taught you and drilled you on.

You see red eyes approaching from the mansion and realize it’s just Sukuna. He beckons to you, waving you over. Your feet feel like lead as you force yourself to climb the staircase and walk through the open doorway.

“Watch me take out a few, then it’s your turn,” he grins. He seems to love this stuff, to love fighting because it's the first glimpse of excitement you’ve ever observed from him. Suddenly you see it, or better yet, them. Eyeless and slimy, the curses’ blue skin catches your eye in the dim room as they appear from behind a doorway on the opposite wall. You freeze up, the dark cursed energy coming off of them suffocates you, like your windpipe feeling like it is half the size now. You can’t tell if it’s panic or effects of the curses, but a feeling of despair comes on quickly.

On the contrary, Sukuna has a malicious sneer on his face, eyes glowing even brighter than before. He also looks like he has claws now, those definitely weren’t there before. 

“Watch,” he says in a gravelly voice as he delivers a swift punch to one of the curses. A gruesome sound of flesh bending grates on your ears as It bursts into a spray of purple blood. Sukuna doesn’t seem to care as it lands on his arm and clothing. “One punch with cursed energy should be enough.”

You are revolted by everything right now, feet glued to the ground and overstimulated by the sights and sounds. “I’m scared, I don’t know if I can,” your voice cracks.

“You’ve been trained by myself, the best, you are more than ready, get a grip,” he growls, irritation flashing in his eyes. 

“Your tough love attitude is not helping right now!” you lash out at him in frustration.

 Sukuna cups his chin with his hand, pondering something. “I have an idea,” he announces as he swiftly turns back towards the doorway.

Another curse appears from the same doorway. Sukuna seems to lure it out into the open, while you are unsure of what he’s trying to do. Suddenly he flicks his fingers and the curse’s leg is sliced in half. It screeches something awful, blood pouring out from where the limb was severed. 

Like a mother predator helping her young make their first kill, you realized what Sukuna was doing.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, dry heaving at the stench and sight. Also what the fuck was that move he just did? He seemed to cut the thing open without moving.

“Do it,” his voice is sharp and commanding, “hesitating can be the difference between living and dying.”

You gulp, trying to muster up the courage to charge at the curse. Remember, it can’t move, so it’s not a threat. You approach it cautiously, gathering up cursed energy in your fist. You wind up and deliver a blow to the side of its head. The flesh compresses as your fist makes contact, tearing through the skin and showering you with the purple blood you saw before. You jump back as the curse disintegrates.

“Finally,” Sukuna barks, “now I’m going to stand back while you take them on.” He moves to the entryway. You eye the interior doorway, awaiting the next curse.

It appears and you circle it, studying its movements before you make a move. The thing moves around uncoordinated like it can barely see. After watching it you realize there really is no sign of intelligence from the creature. You dart towards it and easily deliver a blow to its head, watching the life leave its eyes as your knuckles penetrate the thin skin. Another appears and you dodge it, delivering a kick this time which destroys it in a similar fashion. 

Next two come at one time, causing you to dodge more creatively as you exorcise them. You still feel the harsh ache in your bones from the dark cursed energy filling the room, but your confidence is boosted now, adrenaline pumping through your veins. 

Sukuna leads the way deeper into the mansion. Little by little, you clear the rooms while he observes quietly. You feel very comfortable with taking them out now, your confidence brimming.

“The last one is stronger than the others, I’ll handle it,” Sukuna says, stepping forward. He kicks open the last door and you both come face to face with a contorted creature, its limbs broken and bones protruding from its skin. It’s like a cross between a giant centipede and a human. A dry heave bursts from your mouth and fear grips you. 

Sukuna laughs with a twisted sound, “get a load of this thing.” He taunts it, not going in for the kill immediately, like a cat playing with its food. 

“My technique uses slashing attacks, two of which being dismantle and cleave,” he explains to you while dancing around the creature that is desperately trying to hit him with its boney tail. 

“Dismantle is a series of default slashes that don’t differ in power, but I can architect it however I please with however many I want.” You notice an almost artistic crosshatch pattern of slashes appear on the creature as Sukuna carves up the surface of its skin, muscle and skin hanging from the creature like tattered cloth.

“Cleave adjusts to the target’s power and toughness to inflict a lethal amount of damage.”

He slices his hand diagonally in front of him and suddenly the curse is sliced into 4 pieces, falling to the ground like a carved up piece of meat. His technique is terrifying. You shiver at the thought of how he could kill you anytime in seconds. He looks back at you and notices the fear on your face.

“What’s wrong brat? Scared of me?”

“Kind of yeah,” you squeak out. 

“Good, you should be,” he licks the blood off his fingers. 

“Gross!”

He looks directly in your eyes and drops his hands to his sides, “You asked me to show you my technique, so I did. Let’s go.”

Back at the car you both change into your spare clothes. You are thankful to have the blood off your clothes and are excited to take a shower to not just the blood off of you but the invisible feeling of nastiness you still feel from the curses. You still feel a sense of despair and depression consuming you, no doubt a result of the sinister cursed energy within that building.

Sukuna walks you to your hotel room after everyone checks in.

“I’ll get us some dinner, come to my room when you are done showering and getting settled,” he says as he strides down to the end of the hall and disappears into his room. 

You open the door to reveal what's inside. The room is nice enough, a simple bed sits in the middle of the room with night stands on either side adorned with ornate iron lamps on each. The bathroom is quite nice too with a walk in shower and tile wall matching the sink backsplash.

You take a long hot shower, feeling very refreshed and replenished now that the blood splattered on your skin has washed away. You can’t help but think back to the mission, reliving everything as you dried yourself off. Sukuna handled it with such ease, it was impressive. Also he was such a freak for licking curse blood off of himself. Incredibly odd behavior. 

The chilling feeling from before is still apparent, but you are more used to it now as it weighs over you like a constant presence. Even though your stomach is still a little uncomfortable, it growls with hunger, evidence of the physical activity you just partook in. You change into lounge shorts and a comfortable t-shirt, then make your way to Sukuna’s room. 

You knock on the door and he is quick to answer, opening the door wearing nothing but pajama pants. Dear lord his body was to die for as your breath catches in your throat. His hair is still damp from the shower and the bold tattoos snake through the rifts and valleys of his toned body. He turns away to let you in, walking back towards the bathroom.

“Food’s on the table,” he says as he grabs his shirt and throws it on. How convenient that he answered the door shirtless, unable to wait five seconds to throw a shirt on.

You sit down and demolish your dinner quickly, him finishing not long after. You feel much more at ease having him around right now, not really wanting to be alone after dealing with the curses. You just felt off and being around someone strong like Sukuna was much more comforting.

“Want to watch something?” you suggest, grabbing the remote. You get up and get onto the bed. Leaning back against the headboard, you flip on the TV.

Sukuna crawls up next to you, leaving a gap between him and you. Even though nothing was happening, you felt a little weird being in the same bed as him. You curl your knees to your chest and pull a blanket up over you, attempting to be less exposed.

“There’s a new episode of Masterchef tonight, turn that on,” Sukuna says in a monotone voice. 

“You like Masterchef?” You ask happily. “I love it!”

“Yes brat, cooking shows are my favorite genre of TV,” he says bluntly. 

Sukuna lays on his stomach facing the TV and away from you. His shirt clings to his back muscles in a way that makes watching the show distracting, unsure if you are watching more of it or him. 

“That steak is way overcooked,” he comments as the judges cut into one of the contestants' dishes.

“It looks fine, it shouldn’t be still mooing when you eat it,” you laugh. The steak looked medium rare which was plenty fine.

“Yeah but the juices are the best part,” he turns around to look at you, making a creepy but funny face.

“Whatever,” you nudge his leg with your foot.

He turns around without a response.

You watch together, critiquing the cast and dishes and laughing at each other's comments. Sukuna certainly had a lot to say about food and contestants’ knife skills.  

It felt good, it felt right, and helped you forget about the mission and dark thoughts for a while. Joking with Sukuna was easy, he was someone you could be yourself with and not worry. You also felt like you could say anything because no matter what he was always grumpy about something, so you had nothing to lose. As the night lingered on, you felt yourself starting getting tired. You internally cursed your body, not wanting the fun night to end. 

Sukuna notices you fighting sleep, “I can walk you back to your room if you want.”

Yawning, you nod your head wordlessly, getting up and going to stand by the door while Sukuna grabs his phone and room key. You reach to grab the door handle, but feel him grasp your arm, pulling you to face him.

Everything happens so fast, next thing you know his lips are on yours and you are pressed against the door. You squeak in surprise, but quickly surrender to the kiss, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth. The salty taste from dinner lingering on his tongue and his body wash enveloping your nose. He tips your chin up, allowing him deeper access, practically feeling his tongue down your throat. You hardly have time to react before he pulls back with a pop.

This kiss is quick but intense, leaving you half dazed, your mind a pile of mush as you long for more, wishing you had been more alert to match his energy.

“Come on, let's get you back to your room brat,” he opens the door, allowing you to leave first. Finally your legs move, carrying you down the hall. Your heart is pounding on the walk back while walking on unsteady legs. 

You don’t want to be alone right now, you want more time with him, want more of him. You feel safe in his presence as the unsettling feeling is still present from earlier. 

You open your door and glance back at him. “Night Sukuna.”

“G’night,” he says with a tired look on his face, standing just outside the door of your room, hands shoved in his pockets. 

Heart beating a hundred miles an hour, you can’t bring yourself to shut him out. The doorframe acts like a barrier between you and him that shouldn’t be breached. But with all things that should be off limits, even the threat of eternal damnation has never been enough of a deterrent against the sin of tasting the forbidden. 

He goes to turn around when suddenly you reach out, not sure if your brain made this decision or if your body just was running on autopilot. 

You grab his arm, your voice uttering a simple word:

 “stay.” 

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Masterlist

[j0kers-light]

To Be Found

The first official chapter. Where everything started! I WAS SWEATING ON THIS ONE! I had to set the scene, prep the ride I wanted yall to travel on and PHEW! Man this brings back memories.

Everywhere in Gotham was dangerous but at least you didn't sleep in Joker's playground.

Hehe, foreshadowing because Joker would be sleeping in our house verrrrry soon. 😏

Just mentioning the name of your hometown made your skin crawl.

Gotta love Blüdhaven. 👀👀 I was dropping hints left and right 🥴

You didn't care about how your close proximity to Bruce was perceived. You were socializing and making new friends, all while talking about your passion for writing. Let the press have a field day. You would deal with the rumors later.

Yall remember when Bruce was a potential romantic interest? That was purely Chaos living vicariously through Y/n. I needed a love triangle and he fit the bill perfectly. I had no idea Bruce would catch so much hate tho! One anon messaged me and asked if it was still a Joker x you story 🤣🤣 I had the girls shook!

I think one anon mentioned she cannot stand Bruce anymore 🥴

"Ask of me anything. I will defy my own will to grant your desires." Bruce cited with a confident grin.

I love how my brain works. I legit penned that.

….The Joker has once again escaped from Arkham Asylum custody and is at large at the current hour.

Enter Joker. Okay I really did lock in the visuals for this chapter. It reads like a movie 😳🫠

"No offense Barb but when isn't The Joker free? I'm still relatively new to the city and I don't get the hype for a shelter in place. It's just one guy.."

It’s just one guy Y/n. One guy who’s gonna change your life 🤭🤭

Now that you were fully settled, you sent a text to Barb letting her know you were safe.

I guess now is a good time to talk about Barbara. I am fully aware of how Y/n's friends are interpreted. They are rude, overbearing, not a girl's girl CHAOS KNOWS. Its all a part of my plan. Hopefully in time you will see why I wrote her friends in such a negative light.

Hovering above you was Gotham City’s worst nightmare: The Joker. Up close he wasn't as scary as the media painted him out to be. What terrified you the most was the 9 mm digging into your forehead.

look its our daddy! I MEAN! Its Joker 👀 ugh I struggled heavy on how to introduce these two idiots. Looking back I made a great decision.

Honorable first meets: at a charity event, J robbing it of course, him hiding in Y/n's apartment (didn't work with my penthouse theory) or holding her hostage at an event and taking back to his hideout.

You remained calm although he felt the way your heart beat wildly in your chest but that could all be chalked up to the normal adrenaline rush after a jog. Joker glanced down at your attire and knew that wasn't the case. You were dressed like a rich spoiled brat caught in the rain. Snakeskin boots and leather pants? Were you asking to get mugged? He chose to ignore how your pants hugged your figure… and what a figure indeed..

Confirmed: Joker was a simp right from the beginning! 🤭🤭

He didn't pull the trigger or reprimand you so you pressed your luck again but right as you parted your lips to speak, he rolled off you. Was it wrong to miss his weight on you? Were you finally losing it? He did feel kinda nice– warm and solid, smelling faintly of rain and gunpowder, a shockingly good combination.

and our leading lady was checking J out from the beginning too!!! One could actually call it, love at first sight ah I love it here.

"Oh, um you're bleeding!" Your head snapped up hearing his sarcastic laugh, though it sounded more winded than it usually did on tv. "As one typically does when.. ah shot."

That sarcastic clown. Ugh I love him for it.

Joker's appearance was tall and lanky but as you held him up you discovered the truth. He was all muscle underneath his tailored suits and haunting visage. You didn't know how to process that new information and wisely steered the conversation elsewhere.

sleeper build for the win

"Shhh shh shhhh." He cooed to you softly. "Trust me on this. I'm a man of many talents." His dark glare hinted to those many talents; some you didn't wish to think about..

no no.... you thought about it. 😏

The door chimed open waiting for its passengers, offering much needed light to the dark lobby however Joker adopted his sinister persona again and slowly backed you into the elevator. Your back hit the mirrored wall with Joker coming to a stop in front of you. You were at a loss in front of his towering height. He didn't break eye contact with you as he stabbed the twelfth-floor button on the panel.

I'll just leave this here as inspiration.

'Head north towards West Mercy Hospital. Snatch a resident on their smoke break; anyone would do.' Joker knew his plan was foolproof but he didn't factor in his blood loss or you getting in the way.

Fun fact! I toyed with the idea of Y/n being a nurse not a writer in an early outline so I added this little bit to pay homage to that idea.

"Oh my God. I'm harboring a fugitive."

Why yes you are Y/n. AHHHHH I can''t believe I wrote that in 2022 what a ride its been AND IM NOT EVEN DONE!

His Lighthouse Re-Read Thread

Hey hi my loves!!! I've read my own story 14 million times but I never did an official reread thread so thank @jaysmentalspace for what's about to happen! 🖤✨

This will be an interactive thread. Yes, you can join in with your own comments, reblogs, whatever! I will start from chapter one and I guess, review/commentate my own story! I hope you enjoy the ride. There's gonna be fun facts, behind the scenes commentary, who knows. 🤷🏾‍♀️

His Lighthouse masterlist let's get started.

[the-jellyfish-graves]

Okay, I’ve cried enough for tonight (I ran out of tissues).