#It's not like these things are contagious or that I can force my body to have these issues.

[it-is-i-zim]

Fellas? We ain't okay over here.

[rafecameronssl4t]

When in Charleston || Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: you have a horrible encounter with one of Drew’s fans out in public.

Warnings: none!

Word count: 1,060

MASTERLIST

You and Drew stroll through the streets of Charleston, the cobblestones beneath your feet felt comforting and gave you a sense of familiarity. You had just arrived in South Carolina to support Drew whilst he was filming the next season of Outer Banks. Layla and Freddie, your lively dogs, bound ahead, their enthusiasm contagious as they sniff at every tree and shrub in their path.

Your arm was wrapped around Drew's waist as his arm rested around your shoulder making you closer to him as the two of you talked about anything and everything, just enjoying each other's company and the quietness of the street. Your peaceful stroll is interrupted when a young woman, probably in her early twenties, catches sight of Drew from across the street.

Her eyes light up with recognition, and she all but sprints towards you, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. You exchange a knowing glance with Drew—this isn’t your first encounter with a fan, and you’ve learned to take these moments in stride. “Hi, Drew!” she exclaims breathlessly, her excitement barely contained. Drew, ever the gentleman, offers her his signature warm smile. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asks, his tone friendly but measured.

The woman doesn’t seem to register his response, already fumbling with her phone. “Oh my god, can I take a picture with you?” she blurts out. Without so much as acknowledging your presence, the woman thrusts her phone into your hands. “Here, take this,” she says bluntly, her tone leaving little room for negotiation. The abruptness catches you off guard, and you hesitate for a moment before muttering, “Uh, okay.”

Drew’s eyebrows knit together slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face, though he masks it quickly. As you position the phone, the fan moves closer to Drew, looping her arm around his waist with a familiarity that makes your stomach tighten. Drew, ever respectful, keeps his hand hovering lightly on her back, his body language stiff. “Make sure it’s good,” she instructs sharply, glancing at you with a dismissive look before focusing all her attention back on Drew.

Drew shifts uncomfortably, clearly irritated by her lack of manners. Her tone is enough to make your cheeks burn, but you force a polite smile and frame the shot, snapping a couple of photos quickly. When you hand the phone back, she snatches it without so much as a “thank you,” her attention already fixed on the screen as she inspects the pictures. Satisfied, she offers Drew a quick, “Thanks!” before walking off, leaving you both standing there in an awkward silence.

Drew lets out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. “She seemed nice,” he mutters, his sarcasm biting. You can’t help but laugh, the tension easing slightly. “Yeah, a real sweetheart,” you reply dryly. “They’re not usually like that, trust me,” he says, his irritation still evident. “It’s fine,” you reply, brushing it off, though the encounter left a small sting. Drew notices, of course, because he always does.

Sliding his arm around your shoulders, he pulls you in closer. “Don’t let it get to you,” he says, his tone softening. Then, with a cheeky grin, he adds, “I didn’t even really smile in the photo. So, joke’s on her.” You can’t help but laugh again, his humour cutting through the awkwardness of the moment. That’s one of the things you love most about Drew—his ability to make you feel better, no matter what.

Later that evening, as the two of you relax at home with Layla and Freddie curled up on the couch, Drew pulls out his phone. Typically, his Instagram is a mix of work updates and occasional behind-the-scenes shots, but tonight, he decides to share something more personal.

drewstarkey

Liked by yourusername, madelyncline, brooke_starkey, oliviajade and 2,937,180 other

I don’t usually post things like this, but it feels important to say. I absolutely love meeting you all and am always so grateful for your support—it truly means the world to me. That said, let’s remember to approach these moments with kindness and respect, not just towards me but also to the people who are important in my life. Being demanding, shoving phones in someone’s hands, or disregarding others isn’t the way to go. Let’s keep these interactions positive and memorable for all the right reasons. Much love to every one of you!

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yourusername: 🐶❤

↘️ drewstarkey: love you!

madelyncline: Always so proud of you for standing up for yourself and the people you love. You and Y/n deserve all the respect. imu guys!

↘️ yourusername: miss you more 🥺

alexademie: preach.

hichasestokes: Couldn’t have said it better myself, brother. Love you and your crew! 🙌

user1: You shouldn’t even have to say this, but I’m glad you did. You and your loved ones deserve all the respect in the world 🫶

user2: I seriously don’t understand people who call themselves “fans” and do disrespectful shit like this

user3: Is this about the incident that happened today??

↘️ user4: yup. It’s all over Twitter and tiktok rn

↘️ user5: the “fan” is getting slandered so hard rn

user6: wait I’m so confused. What happened?

↘️ user7: basically a “fan” came up to Drew and Y/n and demanded y/n to take the photo for them and she was just overall rude

user8: so funny how Drew isn’t even smiling in the photo 😭

↘️ user9: HAHAHAHHA I WANNA SEE THIS PIC

↘️ user10: it’s on TikTok!!

[hyunebunx]

˖˙ ᰋ ── pies and cuddles can fix anyone

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: happy lix day!! this is a reupload but rewritten so it's better. enjoy <3

There was nothing Felix loved more in the world than moments like these. Sure, traveling was nice, getting to see sights he’s only ever dreamed of but his favorite destination would always be here with you, in your cozy little apartment he knew like the back of his hand. Home, his favorite place to come back to would always be home to you. Back to being surrounded by your specific smell that he couldn’t fall asleep without and your comforting touch, he longed for 24/7 – nothing could ever come close to that for him. Especially when you were both engaged in his favorite hobby and dressed in matching pajamas.

“Felix, come here.”

Your sweet voice had him complying instantly, abandoning the hot chocolate to be by your side in a heartbeat. Turning to face him with the biggest smile, Felix felt himself falling in love all over again as you brought the wooden spoon to his lips while stepping closer.

“Taste this and tell me if it needs anything else. And be honest!”

With a nod, he opened his mouth to do as told, eyes closing briefly to savor the taste. Apples, caramelized apples for your pie to be exact. Nothing could feel more like autumn than that.

He had a child-like smile on his freckled face once he opened his eyes again, visibly pleased, “I think it’s delicious as always, Y/n. It doesn’t need anything else.”

The way your eyes lit up at his praise had him chuckling, your happiness contagious. That’s why he couldn’t contain himself as he moved to engulf your form in a warm hug from behind, squeezing tightly while his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Okay, thanks.” You nodded, one of your hands moving to intertwine your fingers on your stomach where his rested, “To the oven it goes then.”

But you didn’t make any attempt to move – on the contrary, you leaned back to melt into his warm embrace as he started to pepper innocent kisses all over your cheek and neck. That continued for a minute more before Felix swiftly turned your body around to face him, successfully caging you between the counter and himself.

Leaning in, he rubbed his nose against yours affectionately, “You know, the pie won’t bake by itself, my love.”

“Just five more minutes.” Your voice came out whispered as you stood there, basking in the love your boyfriend was currently showering you with. A deep laugh escaped him at your response, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks and forehead before pulling away slightly.

“You only say that when I dare wake you up without giving you cuddles first. We’re baking right now, Y/n.”

You nodded again and moved to wrap your arms around his middle, resting your head against his chest right where his heart was, “Yes so don’t wake me up. I don’t want you to disappear.”

His eyes softened at the double meaning behind your words, a pang of guilt suddenly hitting him in full force. No matter how far away he was, Felix was never going to leave nor forget you, not when his heart always brought him back to the only place that felt like home. The red string of fate that connected you could never allow that.

“This isn’t a dream, baby,” he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, words murmured against your hair, “I’m right here and I'll always be.”

You were well aware of that but some reassurance never hurt anybody.

“I know. I’m just afraid of you disappearing because you’re way too good to be true. Like an angel without its wings, trapped on this planet to make things more bearable.”

Felix laughed, the sound causing you to do so as well as he buried his face in your hair to hide his embarrassment. Flustering your boyfriend was always so fulfilling. Making an angel laugh must count for something, right? There must a gauge that once filled will grant you eternal happiness.

Not like you were too interested, you already had that with Felix by your side.

“Shut up.” He murmured against your neck, the gesture causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin. “Put the pie in the oven and let’s go cuddle already. Even the hot chocolate is cold by now.”

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ on the phone with yuuji𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 29: *y/n attached one photo*!!!

✯⁠ yuuji itadori x reader

✯⁠ warnings: phone sex, sending pictures, masturbation, fingering

He didn't mean to look, he tells himself over and over. Yuuji was over at your house earlier today, and he accidentally saw some questionable photos in your camera roll. He never thought you were the type to take these kinds of pictures, but he has to admit, you were so pretty.

Your body was clad in dark green lingerie as you posed for the camera. One photo stuck to him more than others, a photo of you on your bed with open legs in the air. Although he couldn't see your face, he had a good view of your panty-clad pussy and boobs.

Maybe you were forced to take these pictures, he thinks to himself, deciding to talk with you about it. He feels nervous as he grabs the phone to text you.

me : hi y/n, we need to talk

Great start, he thinks. Now he sounds like a best friend trying to confess his feelings. But in reality, it's exactly what he is. It doesn't take long before his phone dings.

y/n 🐱: hiiii yuujiiii, what's the matter?"

of course, you would use multiple i's in hi. It makes his heart melt. He wonders what exactly he should type.

me: i saw some pictures on your phone. are you okay?

Your heart jumps. The photos you took were for your crush, but he didn't enjoy them as much. You feel embarrassed that your best friend saw them. But in the end, it's not a big deal.

me: do you like them yuuji? <3

You like teasing boys. They always get so flustered and cute. It takes Yuuji several minutes to answer.

yuuji-boo: yes

me: call me

"Hello." your pretty face comes on the phone screen, making him blush deeply. You're in that same green lingerie from before as you batt your eyelashes to the camera. Yuuji feels like he's about to faint, his cock slowly getting hard.

"You don't have to feel bad about seeing these pictures." you smile at him. Your smile is contagious, and he can't help but return the smile.

"Y-you look pretty." he stutters over his words, he can't even look you in the eyes. Yuuji has always been the sweetest boy you have ever met, and maybe a little part of you enjoys that he's seen you naked.

"Do you wanna see more?" you tease him, putting on that cute pout you do. He feels his heart skip a beat. Of course, he wants to see those pictures, but why are you so willing to show him?

"Why?" he squeaks, making you laugh. He really is the cutest.

"Because I like you," you whisper, giggling as you do so. It's now or never, yuuji thinks. He's pretty sure you're not joking with him, and if he has the chance to see you naked, he's gonna take it.

"Okay. I wanna see more."

"Touch yourself for me, I'm gonna do the same." you roll on your back, angling your phone so that he can see most of your body. Your hand travels down your panties before you tease your clit. His only desire right now is for you to take them off. he wants to see that pretty pussy.

You might as well read his thoughts because you take them off in the next second. Now, the only thing hidden from his eyes is your boobs. His mouth salivates at the thought of sucking on them.

Taken back by your body, he doesn't realize he's been stroking himself over his pants. He shoves his hand down his underwear, gripping his cock. Yuuji is not sure if he should give you a show too, but he sets his phone on the bed when he sees you looking him straight in the eyes, your tongue lolled out.

"Oh my god." he moans, stroking himself harder. The faces you are making are a sight for his sore eyes, and not talking about the noises.

He swears he dies when you pull your bra down and let your boobs be free. They are better than he imagined. He's a certified ass guy, but those things might change his mind.

You tease your opening before letting two of your fingers slide inside of your pussy. Suddenly the room fills with your juices squeaking, almost telling him to bury his face in between. He wants to taste you so bad.

Yuuji feels close. It's been a few minutes since the call started, and he's already on the edge of cumming. It's truly embarrassing.

"Let's cum together," you say, adding another finger to the two. Tears start gathering in Yuuji's eyes as he tries to stop his orgasm. You can see that he's close, but you like teasing him too much to let him know.

"Are you close?" he asks you, and you giggle. Oh, that poor boy. Your palm bumps perfectly on your clit while your fingers hit your g spot. You know it won't be long before you cum too.

"You can cum if you want to." thank you, thank you so much, he thinks. A moan drills out of his mouth as he cums all over his hand. Some of staining the sheets.

Yuuji's moans are what tip you over the edge, and you cum on your fingers. His eyes go wide when you pull out your fingers, and they are all covered in your juices.

"I hope this won't affect our friendship," you tell him after both of you calm down. yuuji smiles at you. he really enjoyed this.

"No, it won't. But I want you to send me more pictures."

That won't be a problem.

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[fishii-writes]

physical touch - osamu dazai

flufftober 2024 - week 1 | flufftober masterlist

paring: dazai x gn!reader

cw: not proofread, very short, dazai is lovesick, dazai is also sick, reader is a lil mean but all in good heart, just taking care of a (love)sick man <3

a/n: one of my shortest fics!! and i'm very happy with it :3 hope you enjoy, i finished the chuuya fic and this fic in the same day what 😭 this was scheduled to be posted the next day so no double posting </3

word count: 360

“come baackkkk!!” dazai’s voice strains as he whines for you, his beloved partner, to come back to bed. that is, if you were there with him before that. as much as you wish you were in his arms, he’s sick. and it’s contagious, but you’re taking care of him since you know the idiot would continue to neglect his health.

“no, dear. you’re sick. if we both get sick, who will take care of you?” you respond in a somewhat tired tone, a sign starting and ending your statements. dazai merely whines out again.

“but what if we were sick togetherrrr? wouldn’t that be so romantic?” he giggles to himself like a lovesick teenager, even though he’s anything but. well, maybe he’s a lovesick individual, but still.

you sigh for what’s probably the hundredth time today. in the past hour, even. you sit down beside him on the bed, one hand holding a tray with some things on it, and the other resting on his head.

“you’re really something, y’know? and no, it wouldn’t be romantic to be sick together. stupid.” your fingers tangle within his messy hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp in hopes to ease the pressure on his head from his sickness. you can hear him hum in contentment, a soft smile on his lips. it’s a refreshing sight, compared to his usual cocky smirk. nevertheless, he just wants to be loved.

and you can respect that. you do respect that.

you shuffle closer, letting him rest his head on your lap. you keep massaging his scalp, until his body doesn’t look or feel as stiff. you lean down enough to catch a glimpse of his face for a moment, expecting to see him looking right back at you. but for what seems like the first time in the past week he’s been ill, he’s asleep. his lashes rest again his cheeks, not strained nor forced. it looks natural, he looks carefree for once. that’s a change you’re more than glad to see.

“sleep well, love.” you press a soft his to his forehead, continuing to massage his scalp with what he calls, your “magical touch”.

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[xxspringmelodyxx]

Satoru sat nervously at a corner table in the quaint café, fiddling with his coffee cup as he stole glances at the girl across from him. She was animatedly discussing her favorite book, her eyes sparkling with passion. Satoru found himself captivated by her enthusiasm, her words weaving a tapestry of imagination and wonder.

Yet, amidst her lively chatter, Satoru couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of your absence. Your memory lingered like a ghost in the air, casting a shadow over his newfound happiness. He tried to push aside the guilt that gnawed at him, but it clung to him like a stubborn shadow.

Certain things the girl did, her mannerisms, her laughter, it all reminded him of you. His mind began to drift back to memories of you – your laughter echoing in the corners of his mind, the soft touch of your hand, the warmth of your embrace, your gentle kisses, all of it. He could still hear the sound of your voice, gentle and soothing, like a melody that once filled his days with joy.

The girl’s laughter interrupted his reverie, drawing him back to the present. She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned forward, her enthusiasm contagious. “Isn’t it amazing?” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. “The way words can transport you to another world?”

Satoru nodded, offering a faint smile in return. “Yeah, it’s… it’s incredible,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to immerse himself in her enthusiasm, to lose himself in the magic of her words. But a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that he was betraying you, that he was moving on too soon.

The girl tilted her head, her gaze softening as she studied him. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle and concerned. “You seem… distant.”

Satoru forced a smile, trying to push aside the turmoil churning inside him. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice barely concealing the tremor of uncertainty. “Just… lost in thought, I guess.”

Suddenly, after he spoke those six words, it was as if everything went still, like time stopped completely. Satoru didn’t seem to notice, his eyes still locked on his coffee cup. That was until he heard a voice he never thought he would hear again.

”Hello, my love~” You said, your voice echoing throughout the room.

Satoru’s gaze swiftly shifted, and there, across from him, he beheld your apparition seated beside the girl. Your eyes, brimming with love and understanding, met his, casting a spectral presence amidst the ordinary ambiance of the café. You appeared like an angel descended from above, adorned with a radiant glow enveloping your form, your hair and eyes as resplendent as he remembered. Truly, you were ethereal in every sense.

Your presence was unmistakable, your soul reaching out to him across the void to deliver a message of love and acceptance.

Satoru's breath caught in his throat as he looked into your eyes, not sure how this was happening. But all he knew was that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, your presence a bittersweet reminder of the love he had lost and the pain that still lingered within him.

He reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch you, to feel the warmth of your presence one last time. Tears welled in Satoru’s eyes as he whispered your name, a prayer on his lips. “Y/n…”

You smiled up at him, holding your hand out for him to grab. His fingers quickly laced with yours, a warm and comforting feeling running all through his body as he felt your touch once more.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, my sweet Toru~” You spoke softly, caressing his face from across the table.

Tears were overflowing his face, his heart breaking every second that passed as he felt you.

”Wh-what are you doing here? H-How are you even here?” He questioned, but you just bring his hand up to your lips, giving him a quick peck.

”Do not worry about that, my love. There are other important matters I want to talk to you about before I take my leave.” You finished, caressing your thumb over the back of his hand.

”Leave? No, please, don’t leave me again, Y/n. I…I can’t live without you. I miss you so much.” He begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly at him, a soft chuckle emitting from your lips. ”I will never leave you, Toru,” you replied, your smile never faltering. “I’ll always be with you, in your heart and in your memories. And wherever you go, whatever you do, I’ll be watching over you, guiding you along the way.”

Your presence lingered, even as Satoru’s attention turned back to the girl sitting across from him. He couldn’t help but notice how her eyes sparkled with genuine warmth and kindness, how her laughter filled the air with joy. And yet, despite her charms, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she paled in comparison to you.

As he looked back at you, your hands still intertwined, he felt a pang of guilt wash over him. How could he move on with someone else when his heart still belonged to you?

“She seems nice,” you spoke, your voice soft and gentle.

Satoru nodded, his throat tightening with emotion. “She is, but she’s nothing like you, Y/n. I…I think I need to cut ties with her before it’s too late. I can’t imagine going out with someone else who isn’t you,” he admitted, tears still falling down his face.

You smiled again, your touch like a soothing balm on his wounded heart. Gently, you leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss against his tear-stained cheek.

“Toru,” you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. “It’s okay to let go. It’s okay to find happiness again, even if it’s in someone else’s arms. I want you to be happy, more than anything in this world. I mean, It’s been five years since I’ve passed…it’s time for you to embrace the life that awaits you. You deserve to be happy, to find love and joy once more.”

Satoru shook his head, unable to accept the truth of your words. “But how can I move on without you? You were everything to me, Y/n. Without you, I’m lost.”

Your smile softened, a gentle reassurance in your eyes. “You were and still are my everything too, Toru. But love is not confined to the boundaries of this world. It transcends time and space, connecting us in ways that defy understanding.”

As your words sank in, Satoru felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to honor your memory while still embracing the future that lay ahead.

“But what if I forget you?” he whispered, his voice tinged with fear.

You shook your head, giggling a bit, your hand tightening around his. “You could never forget me, Toru. I will always be a part of you, woven into the fabric of your being. And no matter where life takes you, my love will always be there to guide you.”

Satoru’s heart ached at your words, torn between his longing for you and his desire to move forward. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw nothing but love and acceptance, a silent blessing for the path he had yet to tread.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way, my love. But I cannot change what has happened. What I can do is help you find your peace. And help you realize that no matter what, I will be waiting for you on the other side with open arms when its your time. But for now,” You began, slowly fading away, your form dissolving into the stillness that surrounded them. You grabbed his face and looked deep into his eyes, going in for one last kiss.

“It’s time to move on and be happy again~”

Satoru watched you go, his heart heavy with sorrow yet buoyed by a newfound sense of peace.

”I love you, Y/n~” He whispered as he felt your hand disappear.

”I love you, my Toru. Forever and always~” You finished as you finally disappeared into thin air.

After your ethereal presence faded away, leaving Satoru with a bittersweet ache in his heart, the world around him slowly began to stir back to life. Time resumed its steady march forward, the hustle and bustle of the café gradually filling the air once more.

Satoru blinked, his gaze drifting from the empty space where you had been sitting to the girl across from him. She watched him with concern, her eyes reflecting the warmth and compassion that had drawn him to her in the first place.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft with genuine concern.

Satoru nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his voice steady. "Yeah, I think I am."

And with those words, he reached out to her, his hand finding hers in the space between them.

As they talked, the café buzzed with life around them, the clink of cups and the murmur of conversation blending into a comforting backdrop. And in that moment, Satoru realized that he wasn’t just sharing a cup of coffee with a girl – he was opening his heart to the possibility of a new beginning.

And as they sat there, hands entwined, Satoru realized that he wasn't just letting go of his grief – he was embracing the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness, guided by the memory of the one he had lost but never forgotten.

He looked out the window, seeing your figure once more with a bright smile on your face as you saw him learning to move on.

“Until we meet again, my love~” You whispered, disappearing back to the afterlife.

_____________________

Currently crying and throwing up after writing this T.T

[pricesprettyprincesss]

There’s a thing I wrote about Simon… I hope you like it…

MDNI - suggestive content

“Boys Night”

Simon decided to host a boys' night at his place, inviting his friends Johnny and Gaz over for drinks and video games, reminiscent of their younger days. As they lounged on the couch the next morning, Johnny couldn't resist making jokes about the previous night's antics.

“Give it to me, Simon, that’s what she kept screaming!” Johnny laughed, his voice filled with mock enthusiasm.

“Give it—give it to me, Simon!” Gaz chimed in, throwing his head back against Johnny's shoulder, the laughter contagious.

But Simon remained unamused, his expression resembling that of a disgruntled cat forced to endure the antics of its human companions. Despite the jovial atmosphere, there was an underlying tension in the air, as if Simon's patience was wearing thin.

I was walking from our bedroom to the kitchen to retrieve a snack for myself when I heard Johnny’s comment. I saunter over to the living room, to grace my fiancé with my presence. “Actually Johnny, I said give it to me harder daddy” I smirk as I lean over to kiss Simon’s masked face, my elaborate diamond glittering on my hand as I place it on Simon’s chest to steady myself.

Simon's mood seemed to light up a bit as he saw me approaching. Once I was close enough he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, peppering my neck and cheeks with affectionate mask covered kisses.“You’re an ass, Johnny,” Simon chuckled. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some business to attend to,” he grinned cheekily, earning a laugh from Gaz, but a groan from Johnny.

The guys said goodbye leaving Simon and I sitting on the couch.. “Did you have a fun night with the boys?” I ask Simon looking around at the disheveled state of my living room. A smile tugged at the corners of Simon's covered mouth as he looked around the living room, his eyes wandering to the empty beer bottles, controllers, and other debris.

“It was enjoyable, albeit rowdy,” he chuckled, reaching forward to intertwine his fingers with my own. “But now I have you all to myself,” he added with a hint of possessiveness, his masked lips finding their way to the crook of my neck. “You sir are forever the charmer” I let out breathlessly. "You're my favorite target for a reason," he cooed, his voice low and husky. His calloused hands brushed along the bare skin of my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“I don’t think the living room will look as good as it should,” he mused, his gaze flickering over to the disarray surrounding us. Still, his focus quickly returned to me, the warmth of his breath dancing against my skin.“I will clean up whatever mess you boys have made, but I’ll do that in the morning… I want to entertain whatever you’re concocting up in that handsome head of yours.”

An eyebrow arched beneath his mask at my reply, a smirk slowly spreading across his mouth. “Whatever I want, huh?” he purred in response, his fingers dancing along my body in a tantalizing dance. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand found its way to my chin, gently lifting it to meet his eyes.“Be careful what you wish for, love."

I smirk, “I know you’ll take care of me… I trust every single thought you come up with, no matter how incredibly dirty they can be” I kiss in between his eyebrows, where the smallest bit of skin he has showing from under his balaclava.

"Oh, and I don't think you can handle the filth in my mind,” he whispered, his breath sending chills down my spine. The desire in his eyes intensified, as his hands began to wander over my body, slowly yet firmly pulling me even closer, his touch igniting a fire within me.

“You're in for a world of trouble,” he murmured huskily as he lifted his mask just above his nose, his parted lips grazing my skin. “That’s my favorite world when I’m with you” I lean in and grabbing his chin to hold his face in place while I tenderly kiss his lips.

He reciprocated my kiss with a passion that could set fire to the living room, his fingers digging into my sides with a fervor that told me he had been holding back his desires. There was an edge to his touch, a feral hunger in the way his mouth moved against mine, his tongue eagerly exploring the newfound space. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with need.

“Mmmm is that so… I thought I was your angel” I coo and kiss him again. A brief laugh escaped from him, a sound that was both amused and aroused by my response. His teeth found their way to my neck, nipping and licking my skin with a need that made my spine tingle.

“My angel… my temptress,” he whispered between bites before sucking a small mark into my flesh, his fingers gripping my hips tightly. “My savior…. My sinner” I coo, tangling my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers sure to leave imprints of his desire, his touch turning almost possessive. He trailed a line of kisses along my jawline until he reached my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the base of my earlobe.

“Your demon,” he murmured hotly, his voice low and heavy with need. His stubble brushed against my skin, the sensation sending sparks racing down my spine. “my demon” I purr softly into his ear. His fingers dug into my flesh even harder, his breathing growing more ragged as his hunger intensified. I could feel the heat radiating off him as his mouth found its way to mine, his kiss needy and demanding.

He lifted me with ease, his arm circling around my frame to pull me flush against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “You know… demon….. I love seeing you hang out with your friends… makes me want you more than I already do” I kiss his chin.

His hands gripped my thighs tightly, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. He walked us over to the bed, and with a swift move, he tossed me down onto the sheets, the impact making me bounce as I landed. He leaned over me, his arms caging me in, his body shadowing mine as he held himself above me, his eyes dark with intention. "Are you telling me I should hang out with them more often?"

“Only if I can cook the dinners…” I smirk. I know he loves when I cook him food and especially for his friends. He flashed a roguish grin, clearly amused by the suggestion. "Your cooking does sound tempting," he murmured, his fingers grazing over my stomach. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over the sensitive skin of my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Perhaps I could invite them over for more evenings, under the condition that you cook for us all." He took a moment to playfully nibble on my skin, his teeth grazing lightly. “As long as when you eat you save room for me as your desert”

A low chuckle rumbled through him, the sound of it thick with desire. "Ah, so I'm only good for a nighttime snack, eh?" he murmured against my skin, his voice holding a hint of teasing. His mask was bunched up around his mouth now, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his parted lips and the heat in his eyes. “Mmmmmm… all the time….” I correct him.

His teeth found my earlobe, nipping at it softly before releasing it with a flick of his tongue. The heat in his eyes flared, his gaze roaming hungrily over my body. “And I must say you are a tasty delicacy that I can never get enough of,” he murmured hotly in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His hands were everywhere, touching and exploring, as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss.

My fingers found their way back to his shaggy hair on the nape of his neck.. “Sii… baby…” I whimper. His fingers traced a path down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His mouth followed suit, planting tender kisses down my neck and chest. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured hotly against my skin, his voice thick with need. Slowly, but surely, he continued showering me with kisses lower and lower. “Is.. that.. so..?” I ask breathlessly as he continues to trail kisses down to my belly.

As he reached my exposed belly, he let out a low groan, his hands finding purchase on my hips to keep me steady. His lips peppered along my abdomen, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You drive me insane,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with hunger. “Can’t get enough of you.” Slowly, he kissed his way lower toward where I needed him most. “Then take all you want my love” I hold onto his hair as if my life depended on it. His fingers slipped past the waistband of my pants, tugging them lower until he could push them all the way down. He paused for a brief moment, his breathing ragged as he took in my disheveled form.

“Just be careful what you wish for,” he warned huskily before he buried his face in my most sensitive area, his mouth worshipping my body. I couldn’t form coherent words, I’d be lying if I said I responded to Simon in anything but moans and whimpers. He took his time with me, lavishing me with his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling as he brought me closer and closer. He was relentless in his fervor, spurred onward by each moan and gasp. He knew his way around my body so well, every spot he touched set my skin ablaze.

“Simon….Jesus……I’m……gonna….ohhhhhhh” I cry out. He chuckled against me, his fingers digging into my thighs as I shattered beneath his touch. The heat of his breath sent shivers down my spine as he drew his head back, his eyes dark and sparkling with desire. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?” he murmured lustfully, his tongue flicking out again to sample me. “I…kno-know…you… w-won’t” I shudder as my body shakes a little with the after effects he’s having on me.

He watched me with a self-satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the way my body responded to him. He didn’t wait for me to recover, his fingers tracing patterns along my thighs and stomach. “Such a perfect little thing you are,” he crooned, his voice filled with a possessiveness that only fueled my desire even more. “I’m going to take care of you, darling.”

“Mmmmm” I purr happily as he’s reduced me to a mush. “Sii… you’re soo good at that… I will never get tired of your tongue” I add to my purrs as he comes back up to eye level… I kiss him, my tongue lingering and dancing with his.

His hands tangled in my hair, holding my head steady as he reciprocated my kisses with his own heated fervor. "And you taste sinful," he murmured hotly against my lips, his voice thick with need. "I can never get enough of your taste, darling." His hands roamed over my body, claiming me all over again. “I guess it’s a good thing we are getting married then… isn’t it?” I ask peppering his cheeks with kisses. He let out a low chuckle, his heart swelling with love under my affection. His hand found its way to my chin, tilting my head back so my eyes met his swirling ones.

“A very good thing,” he murmured affectionately, his thumb brushing over my lips. “I wouldn’t want to risk letting you find someone who doesn’t kiss that sinful taste off your lips." His fingers traced a path down my body, his touch lingering on my skin. “My perfect demon… taking all his angel’s sin…. Mmmmmmm…” I murmur before pulling his lips back onto mine for slow, deep kisses. He pulled me against him, his body molding to mine flawlessly, as he parted my lips with his tongue.

His fingers still tangled in my hair, holding my head steady as he kissed me deeply, his tongue seeking its way into my mouth. There was a need in his touch, a passion that made my body shiver with desire. I willingly let him devour me from within, submitting fully to his sinful ministrations.

His lips are gentle against mine, but there’s an urgency behind them. I gently remove the rest of his balaclava from his face… “I wanted better access to your hair” I giggle against his lips as he grumbles a “what was that for” in protest. He allowed me to remove his mask, his expression softening when he noticed my desire for access to his hair.

"It's only fair that I get equal access to your hair too," he murmured affectionately, his hands finding their way to my hair. He gently grasped a handful of the red strands, his fingers teasing the locks playfully. "Besides... I need to make sure it's always in perfect condition for me to play with." He flashed a roguish grin, his eyes glinting mischievously. “That’s why I keep my hair long for you my love” I scrunch my nose. A low chuckle rumbled through him as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against my own. He gently kissed the tip of my nose, his fingers tugging lightly on my hair. “And you know I love how playful the red locks can look when you have them down. It’s like a visual representation of your fiery spirit,” he murmured affectionately, his eyes tracing over my features. “You’re perfect for me, in every way.”

“And you’re perfect for me in every way Simon” I reassure him and I lean to kiss his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut at the feel of my lips pressing against his cheek, a content sigh escaping his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m a lucky man,” he murmured affectionately, his breath ghosting over my skin. “My beautiful angel...all mine.”

“And I’m a very lucky woman… my handsome devil” I coo. His teeth latched onto my shoulder, biting gently before releasing the flesh from his grip. He trailed kisses up to my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

”My delicious little sinner,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and sensual. His hands glided down my body, claiming me as his own. ”The most perfect being in the entire world."

“Mmmmmm” I melt at his touch, malleable for him to bend at his will. He continued to shower me with kisses and bites, leaving his mark on my skin as if to prove I was all his. When he leaned away to look at me, his eyes were filled with a desire that was almost sinful. “Such a beautiful sight,” he whispered hotly, his eyes roving over my body with a possessive hunger. His touch continued to play over my skin, his fingers dancing over my flesh, stirring my desire. I smirk at his compliment… reaching my hand up to caress his stubble covered cheek. “I love your stubble darling..” I giggle gently. He let out a chuckle, turning his face into my hand. He nuzzled his nose against my palm, his stubble rubbing against my skin.

“And I love how it makes you writhe when I nuzzle my face against your sensitive spots,” he teased, his voice low and seductive. He caught my wrist, gently pinning it down as he nibbled on the skin. “Me too…” I purr looking up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes never left mine, a wicked gleam in them as he slowly, but surely, crawled over me. He pinned me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And I love how my stubble makes you gasp as I trail my mouth down your body."

“Mmmm” my eyes close at the thought… this man is a dream come true, insatiably obsessed with me… He dipped his head low, his mouth finding my sensitive skin as he left a trail of kisses along my neck. His teeth found purchase on the hollow of my collarbone, nibbling and suckling on the skin as he continued his path down my body.

"And how you shudder and shake when you feel my stubble tickling along your skin." His voice was a low, sultry rasp as he continued to mark a trail down my exposed flesh.“You….. Simon…… my darliing…..” I whimper with my hands holding his hair. A low, possessive growl escaped his lips when my fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue flicked over the sensitive marks he left in his wake, his fingers tracing circles over my inner thighs. “And how you arch your back and call my name in that sweet, sultry voice…” he murmured hotly in my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “Like this?” I ask innocently as I arch my back, pushing my chest and torso into his chest as he hovered his body over mine. And I lowered my gaze to his chest then I looked back into his eyes, “*Siiiiimooooonnn” I whimper out in a sweet and smooth voice.

He let out another low groan, a possessive hunger shining in his eyes as my body pressed into his. His hands found their way to my thighs, holding onto them with a grip that would surely leave behind marks of their own. "That's it, darling….I will never get tired of hearing you say my name like that." he growled lowly against my skin as he nipped at the sensitive flesh beneath my chin.

“I’ll never…. Get tired…. Of saying your……. Name” I say through bated breath. He claimed my mouth, his tongue slipping past my parted lips as he deepened the kiss into something more possessive. His mouth trailed down to my neck, his stubble rubbing against my sensitive flesh. "My perfect, sinful, seductive little angel…" he whispered heatedly against my skin, his teeth nipping gently at my collarbone.

I smile as he returns his lips to mine for a brief moment. “My sweetheart, protector, possessive demon and my doting lover” I whisper back to him. His eyes locked with mine, filled with a burning passion that set my skin aflame. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over my ear as he whispered, his voice thick with need and love mixed. “You have no idea how much I want you right now…” he murmured hotly, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His stubble tickled the skin by my ear as he moved to press kisses along my jawline.

“I have a sort of an idea of how much you want me” I whisper and I reach down to his waist. He let out a sharp gasp as soon as my fingers found his waist. His grip around my thighs tightened for a brief moment, his body tensing at my touch. A hungry rumble escaped his lips, his hands grasping my hips firmly, his fingers digging into the skin as he held me in place.

“Careful what you wish for, darling…” he chuckled lowly in my ear as he nibbled on my earlobe. I unbutton his pants, leaving the zipper up. “I’m wishing for it….. make my wish come true?” I coo.

A low groan escaped him as my hands began unbuttoning his pants, his body quivering with anticipation. His thumb traced circles over my skin as he leaned down, his mouth finding my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse.“Oh, darling…You’re making it extremely hard for me to hold back,” he said with a low, warning growl.“I don’t want you to hold back Sii.. I want you to ravish me” I say with a voice mixed with pleasure and pleading.

His breathing was ragged, his eyes darkened with a passion that was bordering on feral. A low, possessive growl escaped him as he pressed his body down into mine, pinning me underneath him.

"You don’t have to ask me twice," he murmured hotly in my ear, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His mouth claimed mine in a heated, possessive kiss.

[honeygrahambitch]

"Since laryngitis is not contagious I told Will he should definitely come to work today. Especially now that the Ripper dropped a body. He doesn't need to talk much. He can do his thing and then write a report on it." Jack explained to Hannibal as they arrived at the crime scene. "No one gets hurt and we get even closer to catching the Ripper."

"It's quite cold today." Hannibal commented as a tiny snow flake landed on his palm. "Will agreed I suppose?"

"He did, yes. But we have only been texting so I am not sure what state he actually is in."

Will was already there, next to Beverly, looking around the crime scene, examining something in particular. He was so focused that he didn't even hear Hannibal and Jack.

"Will." Hannibal greeted him. To that Will and Beverly turned to them.

"Will can't speak. Like, at all. I am doing the talking for him today." Beverly explained. Will rolled his eyes helplessly. "He is not thrilled about it but I can do a pretty good job."

"He definitely should not force himself." Hannibal agreed, frowning in concern. If Will was not making any effort to talk then it definitely meant his voice was gone. His usual strategy of ignoring any symptoms he would have did not work in this case.

Jack sighed loudly, probably understanding that Will should have indeed stayed home to rest instead of standing outside in negative temperatures.

"He wants to say that your coat looks majestic, Dr. Lecter." Beverly commented. "Jack, I'm not allowed to say what Will thinks about you at this very moment. I really want to keep my job."

Will didn't protest to any of the things Beverly said and pulled out a little bottle of pills. Hannibal was wondering if Will knew that aspirin won't help that much with getting back his voice. Was his throat sore as well? Probably. Will wouldn't complain about stuff like that even when his voice was perfectly fine.

Hannibal wished he would know that kind of things.

He wished Will would allow him to care for him.

That is why as soon as they were done with the crime scene, he asked Will to get into his car instead of Beverly's. He wanted to open his mouth to protest but the stern look on Hannibal's stern expression made him abandon his attempt to force his larynx.

As soon as they arrived at Hannibal's place, he started making some tea in a navy blue kettle.

"Ginger and chamomile tea does wonders for a sore throat." He explained as Will followed him with his eyes around the kitchen.

Will felt partially powerless and partially grateful. He could admit to himself that other than popping pills, he usually did nothing about feeling sick. He mostly took medication to function at work, he wouldn't need those at home.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Hannibal felt something warm inside himself at hearing his voice for the first time that day.

"You should have told- well, wrote Jack that you are too sick to work, Will. Just so you know, I'm not expecting you for our therapy session tomorrow." Hannibal said as he moved the cattle away from the electric stove.

"No, I can do it." Will whispered a bit louder and coughed immediately after.

"Therapy implies having conversations. And by canceling your appointment I don't mean that I don't want to see you tomorrow. You should definitely come here for dinner." Hannibal went on while pouring tea in two cups. "Sitting with you in silence is not something that I dread."

Will smiled at that. When it came to the two of them, silence was indeed not an obstacle. There was always something to project and something to observe.

Hannibal added a generous spoon of honey in Will's cup and none in his own.

Will opened his mouth to say something more but he coughed again. Hannibal passed him a note book and a pen.

"We can pass notes."

"How romantic" Will wrote to that, earning a genuine smile from Hannibal. Then he kept on writing and then handed the notebook back Hannibal.

"Since I can't talk and you insist on having me around I can finally do what you've been asking me for ages."

"And what have I been asking you for ages?" Hannibal asked curiously as he gave Will the notebook.

"You can draw me in your sketchbook and I promise not to move or make any comment about how boring it is." He wrote back and raised his eyebrows, watching Hannibal's expression as he was reading his words.

"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked trying to conceal his excitement behind a satisfied expression. He was already picturing each pencil or charcoal he could use.

Will nodded.

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[10.0 americano fiasco] BETTER THAN REVENGE !

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you would have thought that the campus walk ways would be empty considering the match that was about to start in less than fifteen minutes, everyone eager to get a good seat, but it's surprisingly crowded as you and hyunjin walk down the old, cobbled path.

"-and then changbin fell down smack on his ass. funniest thing that's ever happened during practice," hyunjin finishes his story, throwing his head back to laugh. "i wish we got that on camera."

the wind is cold, kissing your skin as it pushes back your hair, and you're slightly concerned at your friend's insistence to drink his iced americano despite the weather.

"you will never let him live it down, will you?"

"of course not!"

hyunjin's excitement is contagious, because you find yourself laughing along as he skips ahead, forcing you to take bigger steps too.

"sometimes i feel bad for him. but then i remember how he keeps stealing my protein powder!"

right. of course. every few days you are reminded your best friend is only a man whose brain is hard wired into thinking about two things - the gym and girls. specifically in that order.

"and-" here hyunjin stumbles over a crack on the ground, squealing a bit.

"careful or you're going to be the one falling on your ass."

he rolls his eyes playfully at your poke, correcting himself and removing the skip from his step before falling into line with you.

"anyways so-"

"hyunjin!"

you halt, turning back to see jeongin jogging down the path towards the pair of you.

"chan hyung said you should come back for some final strategy discussions!"

you hear your best friend groan beside you.

"we've discussed our plan a million times before!" he all but whines, stomping his leg like a toddler. "why does he want to go over it again?"

"not our choice, is it? the coach said we have to."

you pat hyunjin's arm as he slouches in defeat.

"it's fine hyune. i should probably go get a seat too or all the good ones will be taken."

"sure," he mumbles, spinning on one foot to sharply turn towards you. "bye-"

you see it happen in slow motion - hyunjin's mouth opening to finish his sentence when a large body collides into him from the back, sending the boy stumbling into you.

but you feel it before you see it - ice cold americano splashing all across the front of your white top, soaking the fabric and diffusing through it in a few seconds.

"sorry!"

you faintly hear a foreign voice apologize, their figure walking ahead without stopping to clearly notice the damage they had just caused.

"holy shit," jeongin whispers, wide eyes looking between you and hyunjin, who is also frozen in his spot, hand slapped across his mouth.

"that bitch."

the culprit is long gone, melting into the sea of people ahead, and you're still too scared to look down and see exactly how much of the drink had landed on you. but you can see hyunjin's now empty cup that had been filled nearly to the brim only a few seconds ago.

"yn-" hyunjin's voice is only a whisper, and from the horror painting his face you would have thought he had seen a ghost. "shit, i'm so sorry-"

"no time for that," jeongin interrupts, recovering first, and you turn to look at him. "hyunjin did you carry an extra t-shirt or sweatshirt with you?"

the boy shakes his head.

"just your luck," jeongin mutters as he shakes his head. "i have my spare jersey from last year. yn you can borrow that."

it's like a switch goes off in hyunjin's head as he stands straight, his horror slowly morphing into annoyance.

"that won't be necessary-"

"do you want her to freeze to death?"

"well obviously not-"

"then there's no time to waste."

"why can't we ask chan hyung or someone for their jersey? maybe-"

"i have my bag with me right now. do you want to go back to the lockers and explain to hyung what you were doing drinking an ice cold americano ten minutes before a match?"

hyunjin's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, searching for something to say before he slumps in defeat.

"yn are you fine with this?"

you shrug. you really didn't have a choice.

you didn't want to agree seeing the miserable look on your best friend's face, but the drink was really starting to soak through the cloth and the cold it brought was not welcomed by your bones. you could feel the goose bumps lining your skin.

and so you find yourself accepting the jersey from jeongin, trying to reassure hyunjin it wasn't his fault. but the boy wouldn't even meet your eyes.

"thanks jeongin."

he flashes you a reassuring smile before pulling hyunjin and the two are on their way, leaving you to walk to the washrooms alone.

and it isn't until you're in one of the stalls that you really realize it's jeongin's jersey, and it has his name printed on it in big bold letters.

oh.

it's jeongin's jersey, and it smells like him - the same pepper and vanilla mix you had caught on to the at the party.

it's jeongin's jersey, and it falls around you perfectly, but it's nowhere near as nice as it would look on him - highlighting all those muscles you had felt that night.

it's jeongin's jersey, and you're wearing it at his game, something you once used to do for yeonjun.

it's jeongin's jersey, and-

shut up!

you have to physically slap yourself, shaking your head as the sting spreads across your skin.

something was wrong with you. this wasn't that big of a deal. he was just helping you out. he probably doesn't even care.

yeah. he doesn't even care. that's right. it's okay, you shouldn't be flustered about it either, you think, shoving your own top into your bag and marching out determinedly. you were not going to let yang jeongin and his nice smelling jersey cloud your thoughts.

you were here for hyunjin today. he would have your full attention. you were going to support him and then go for lunch without thinking about-

"for fucks sake watch where you're going!"

you yelp in surprise as you face plant into a hard body, stumbling back in shock. it really wasn't a good day for you.

"i'm so sorr-"

"yn?"

you freeze.

no way.

"what are you doing here?"

no fucking way.

"...yeonjun?"

he's right there. in front of you. hair slightly tousled from when you crashed into him and eyes wide as he stares at you.

"yeonjun what-"

he saves you from your rambling by stepping closer, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"what are you doing?"

"is that yang jeongin's jersey?"

of course he noticed.

you want to turn right back around, dig your grave, and bury yourself alive.

"yn. are you fucking wearing jeongin's jersey right now?"

"no?"

you wish you were six feet under the ground.

"stop lying-"

"bye! gotta go!"

you push him aside, running down to occupy the first empty seat you see in the crowd of spectators, losing the boy somewhere at the back.

fuck. your. life.

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[itacats]

In His Steady Hands

FT: Soap x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of chronic illness, muscle spasms, mild self-doubt, and anxiety. Some depictions of noisy environments (arcades and shooting ranges).

SUM: Navigating through the thrill of an arcade night and a tense shooting range visit, you find yourself caught between your desire to push boundaries and the challenges posed by your body. Soap’s relentless charm and lightheartedness ease your tension, but his sharp perception threatens to unravel the mask you’ve carefully constructed.

A/N: Arcade games and shooting ranges with Soap? Sign me up! 🎯💥 Writing this had me imagining his Scottish humor cutting through every tense moment—truly a blessing! Let me know if y’all can hear his laugh too. 😊

Side note: inspired by when I found out I had dystonia when I was on my high school varsity marksmanship team-boy do I miss it😅

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Part 2: Shaky Foundations & Hurdles

Your group of friends had been talking about an arcade night for weeks, but when the plan finally came together, you found yourself hesitating. The idea of being in such a lively, chaotic environment with your friends—and Soap—both excited and unnerved you. What if your body decided to betray you at the worst possible moment?

Still, you pushed through the hesitation. You didn’t want to be the person who always said no, the one who distanced themselves from others for fear of the unknown. Soap’s enthusiasm when he texted the group chat to confirm the plan was contagious, and a small part of you was looking forward to seeing him again.

The moment you stepped into the arcade, the energy hit you like a wave. Neon lights danced along the walls, and the cacophony of sounds—coins clinking, games beeping, people laughing—created a dizzying backdrop. You spotted Soap almost immediately, surrounded by your friends as he gestured animatedly towards the games littered around the room.

“There you are!” he called out when he saw you, his voice cutting through the noise. “C’mon, you’re not getting out of this.”

Soap was already in the thick of things, bouncing from game to game with childlike enthusiasm. His energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile as he dragged you and the others toward a row of racing simulators.

“Alright, who’s ready to lose spectacularly?” he teased, shooting a cocky grin in your direction as he slid into the seat of the nearest machine.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning confidence. “Big words for someone who might not even finish the race.”

The group burst into playful jeers, and you slid into the seat next to him, gripping the steering wheel. The screen lit up, the countdown ticking down with a deafening rhythm. Three, two, one—GO!

The game roared to life, and you leaned into the controls, adrenaline surging as you swerved through the digital course. For a moment, you forgot about the noise, the people, the tension coiled inside you. It was just you and the game.

But then it happened.

A sudden spasm shot through your arm, jerking the wheel violently to the side. Your car veered off the track, smashing into a barrier. Heat flushed your face as you fought to steady your grip, but the damage was done. The others were already laughing at the ridiculousness of the crash as your stomach twisted with silent embarrassment.

“You alright there, champ?” Soap’s teasing voice cut through the noise, his tone light but his gaze sharp.

You forced a smile, releasing the wheel and flexing your fingers as if to shake off the moment. “Yeah, just tired. Long day.”

“Fatigue’ll get you every time,” he replied easily, leaning back in his seat as his avatar sped across the finish line in first place. The others groaned, accusing him of cheating, but Soap only laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “What can I say? Raw talent.”

Despite the uproar around him, Soap’s eyes lingered on you for a beat longer than necessary, his expression unreadable. You avoided his gaze, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you stood to join the group.

“Alright, what’s next?” someone shouted, and the group began to disperse toward the other games.

Soap caught up to you as you meandered toward a skee-ball machine, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “You sure you’re alright?”

You nodded quickly, plastering on a casual smile. “Of course. Just out of practice, I guess.”

He studied you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for cracks in the façade. But instead of pressing further, he broke into a wide grin. “Fair enough. But if you want to redeem yourself, I’m always up for a rematch. Winner buys the next round of drinks.”

You chuckled softly, relief blooming in your chest as he steered the conversation away. “You’re on, MacTavish.”

True to form, Soap launched into one of his grand, exaggerated stories as the two of you joined the others. He recounted a tale of a disastrous attempt at drunken karaoke during a squad celebration, complete with an off-key rendition of a Queen song and a broken microphone. The group erupted in laughter, and the tension that had settled over you moments before began to ease.

Soap’s laughter boomed above the others, and you couldn’t help but glance at him, a small, grateful smile tugging at your lips. He’d noticed your stumble—of course he had—but instead of making it a point of concern, he’d diffused it with effortless charm, redirecting the focus away from you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself relaxing more, caught up in the laughter and Soap’s easy humor. But in the back of your mind, the memory of the spasm lingered, a reminder of the delicate balance you walked.

For now, though, you let yourself enjoy the moment. After all, shaky foundations could still hold up under the right support.

In the following weeks, another invitation arrived in Soap’s usual no-nonsense fashion—a simple text that read: "Shooting range tomorrow? You coming?" A grinning emoji with sunglasses followed the message, but it did little to ease the tension that coiled within you.

Your first instinct was to decline. Stress had a way of igniting the worst of your symptoms, and the shooting range was a stress-filled scenario waiting to happen–the loud sounds, the jolts of a freshly fired gun lingering in your arms, the metallic tang in the air that tried to overwhelm your nose. But as you reread the message, imagining Soap’s easy grin and his unrelenting enthusiasm, you hesitated. Turning him down felt like letting him down, and something in you refused to do that.

The next day, you stood outside the range, your palms clammy despite the brisk air. Soap was already waiting for you, leaning casually against the entrance. His face lit up when he spotted you, and any lingering thoughts of backing out vanished.

“About time,” he teased, his Scottish lilt warm and playful. “Thought you were gonna bail on me.”

You forced a laugh, adjusting the strap of your bag. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Inside, the sharp smell of gunpowder mingled with the low hum of conversation and the muffled pops of firing. The range was busier than you’d expected, adding another layer to the knot in your stomach. Soap guided you to a station, his confidence contagious as he set up the equipment and walked you through the basics.

“Easy enough,” he said, sliding a pair of protective headphones over your ears. “Just keep your stance steady and breathe.”

Keep steady and breathe. Easier said than done.

The first few shots weren’t bad—your aim wasn’t perfect, but Soap’s steady encouragement kept your nerves at bay. His voice, muffled slightly by the headphones, carried a balance of humor and instruction that eased some of your tension.

But as the session wore on, the stress began to mount. The weight of the gun, the crack of each shot, the subtle vibration that coursed through your arms—it all started to take its toll. Your muscles tightened, a warning sign you knew all too well.

You tried to shake it off, adjusting your grip and forcing a smile when Soap glanced your way. “Not bad, huh?” you managed, your voice tight.

“Not bad at all,” he replied, flashing a thumbs-up. But his sharp gaze lingered on you a moment too long, as if sensing something was off.

When a spasm hit, it was impossible to hide. Your fingers twitched in an unruly manner, causing the gun to jerk slightly in your hands. You quickly set it down, hoping Soap hadn’t noticed. A stray bullet with this many people around was asking for trouble… if not more.

“Everything alright?” he asked, his tone casual but laced with an undertone of concern.

You nodded quickly, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, just…my grip slipped.”

Soap didn’t push, but you could feel his eyes on you as you stepped back from the station, pretending to examine the target. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken questions and the weight of your own self-consciousness.

When he finally spoke, it wasn’t to probe or pry. Instead, he gestured toward the target with a lopsided grin. “Not bad for a first-timer. With a bit more practice, you might even beat me.”

His lightheartedness caught you off guard, easing some of the tension that had built in your chest. You offered a small smile in return, grateful that he hadn’t pushed for answers you weren’t ready to give.

But as the session wrapped up and you walked back to your car, the moment lingered in your mind. You weren’t sure whether to be thankful for Soap’s restraint or ashamed that he’d seen even a glimpse of your struggle.

For now, you decided, it was easier to bury those feelings and focus on the fact that Soap still looked at you the same way he had before—like nothing had changed—probably.

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[keeponquinning]

okay but.

here with me reader would try and get Joe to do the orange test, you know the one that was running rampant on tiktok where the s/o's would get their people to peel an orange for them, to test them. she would have the camera on her, of course, bc privacy and after would ask if he'd be okay with her posting it. 18+ rpf, sexual innuendos and mentions. smooching. minors dni or be kicked.

but anyway he would. you'd just be like, "Ugh."

Joe, being on his phone not posting on social media of any kind, turning his head, going, "Hm? What's that, then?"

"I have a dilemma."

Thinking it's serious, drops his phone and turns his body towards you. "No idea if I can help, but..." Knitting his brows, "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh. "...I really want an orange."

Seeing that it's not as serious as he feared, his lips purse, eyes lighting up with amusement, "Oh?" he says, on the breaking edge of a laugh. "That's... I think we have some."

"I know we do."

"... Okay."

"....I don't want to peel it, though." Throwing him a pitiful pout while she's at it.

His brows raised, "Oh. Oh, I see." His lips stretch across his face in a smile, "That's... Yeah, that is a dilemma. That's...way up there. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me, that's.." The camera catches you letting out a soft scoff. "That just shows me how much trust you have in me, I'm very touched by that." Giving away to a giggle, shaking his head, "Okay," he lets out, heading toward the fridge, "You're cute when you're ridiculous, you know."

At that, you give in to a true laugh, looking at him as he pulls an orange out, "Wait, what are you doing?"

He scoffed, looking at you as if you suddenly grew a whole other head. "Peeling an orange for you, obviously! Come on, like I'm not?" Going to the counter, reaching into the drawer and getting a knife.

"Oh, I wanted it peeled--"

"Don't, don't..." his lips quirked into a smile, shaking his head, slashing at the skin, just enough to give him a good edge to it, peeling it more with ease. "See?" he said, his big brown eyes looking over at her. "Don't question the master in the kitchen, darling."

Your lips spread in a wide grin, looking over at him in awe. "Is that one of your personal life hacks when it comes to orange peeling?"

"Yup!" he announced proudly, going through the orange with ease. "My mum taught me this, because..." he raised his hand, his nails not exactly long. "Comes in handy, especially..." He said, gathering the peeled orange in a paper towel, walking toward you, the victor. "...when I have a very cute girlfriend that wants an orange so badly and pouts in a way I can't let pass."

"Shut up," you let out, but you're smiling, in the way he really loves.

Reaching toward you, he suddenly chuckles deeply, tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. The orange at this point in tact and whole, giving you a look, poking his finger through the center of the orange, making it spread apart. "...remind you of someone?"

Your eyes widen, shock clear in your tone, "Oh my god, shut the fuck up!" Your outrage lost in the contagious cackles of your boyfriend, head bent down and shoulders shaking, the unmistakable laughter overtaking you, as so often. Which only makes their laughter last longer, rasping amongst each other until you feel him bend down and kiss the top of your head. Which makes you look up at him, teary eyed and breathless and he offers you the first slice. "...are you feeding me the orange, now?"

"Yes, I'm feeding you, now shut up and take it."

You snorted, "Remind you of someone?"

He cackled, "Fuck, it does. That wasn't even... I wasn't even thinking of that, that's brilliant. But come on, take the damn thing—shut up."

Forcing the laugh down, you cleared your throat. Taking the orange slice in your mouth, humming approvingly at the sweetness of the fruit, the juice that flowed along your tongue. Smiling at the feel of his thumb over your lips, and your eyes looking up at him, with adoration as you chewed and swallowed. "You're very sweet."

"Yeah?" he asked with a smile, taking a slice for himself, humming softly. "As sweet as this orange?"

"Hmm..."

He blinked, "Hmm?"

"Mmm...."

His eyes narrowed, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. Soft and warm, wiping his hands off his shirt while grabbing the back of your neck to hold you still, the kiss deepening with a moan from him, tasting remnants of the orange but also a taste that was unmistakably... You.

His tongue plays against yours, and you feel yourself melt, absolutely crumble against his taste on your tongue and the haze that he always brings to you settle in. You forget your phone recording as your hands grip at the plain white shirt he wore that day, fingers digging the fabric and pulling him closer, humming softly at the feel of his fingers digging into your hair, taking a firm hold and head pulled back just a bit.

The feel of his teeth along your bottom lip, the flash of your pout flashing across his mind as he bites your lip and gives a pull, getting a whimper out of you. Making him grin a bit too proudly. Pulling away as he pecks at your lips, chin, giving a biting kiss at your neck.

"Jesus," you let out, pulling away in a daze, finding his eyes again, you smiled. "....okay, you're sweeter."

"Damn right," he uttered, kissing your lips once more. "Damn right." His eye caught something, past her head, over her shoulder. "...is that your phone?" Realization hitting him, a laugh barking out of him. "Oh, for fuck sake, this is TikTok, isn't it?"

"Yup." Leaning back and taking a deep breath. "It's this trend, asking your partner to peel an orange to see if they actually would."

His brow furrowed, "...on the assumption a partner wouldn't? Why not?"

"Well, some people are superstar, top tier boyfriends like you are, baby," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "But, I won't use it, since um... We...kinda veered off just peeling an orange. Major green flag material, here."

He chuckled, "So I passed your test, then?"

"Oh, flying colors, across the boards," you chuckled kissing his lips once more.

He hummed, thinking a moment. "You can probably edit the uh... Well, the...parts where my agent won't have a heart attack over, surely? I don't mind. I kinda want people to know that, yes, I would peel a hundred fucking oranges for you," he chuckled, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around you.

"Mmm... I could probably do that. People should know how amazing you are. Thoughtful, kind...and honestly, that orange peeling hack should be viral. Out there." She shrugged, "Besides, the video could have been worse."

"How's that, then?"

"When you had your thumb on my lips? The urge to suck them rose up in me, but I held back."

He looked as if he was a puppy just kicked, "Oh..." Brow furrowed, "...well... Fuck your restraint, wish you hadn't told me that."

You chuckled, raising a brow, "I could make it up to you..." Pulling away and brushing past him, kissing his cheek. "Bedroom."

Brows raised, a smile slowly spread across his lips. Licking his lips, he took what was left of the orange — then your phone, stopping the video and prepared to put it down... and then a thought.

He was due to be away from you, filming...

It'd be nice to have a little video to fill his lonely hours when you weren't able to face time him...

Marching toward the bedroom, orange and phone in hand, thoughts forming in his head.

[starlostfish]

Alrighty, first off, i wanted to make some basic redesigns for this au lolol i never drawn armor before sorry!

Why i called this au status effect related? 

Although i have half baked plans for the other status effects (poison, frostbite, death blight etc.) This au focuses primarily on 4 status effects (for now) with a few elden ring concepts mixed in. I’ll do my best to explain when it comes up!

Also with some of the elden ring related lore, i used SOME unused lore for this au so plz don’t take this as a 100% accurate interpretation ㅠㅠ

Also also in this AU Shido is a puppet leader and yaldaboth is this worlds hidden leader/king(?) atm

Ren and Goro are travel companions, trying to take the throne (they’re united by a goal but hiding their true agendas from each other lol)

ok heres the info dump/ramblings: Warning, its a lot lol

Goro- has control over a power/concept called the Frenzied flame

The Frenzied Flame is pure chaos incarnate in Elden Ring. It is a unrelenting force that seeks to melt everything, to  “Incinerate all that divides and distinguishes”  through the spread of madness/chaos. Basically a contagious mind virus that could empower a person while also making them go insane. If you can even slightly tame it you will be rewarded with the strength of chaos itself.

When a person accepts The Frenzied flame into themselves, they get these weird finger print markings/scars on your body (goro was “grabbed” by the Frenzied flame) and their eyes start having a yellow glow to them. The frenzied flame is stored in a persons eyes, even shootings out of their eyes when wielded (Like this!)

Ren has control over sleep to a degree and could see into dreams. (But his true power/strength is sealed away…)

Sleep is acts differently in this world. There’s normal sleep and other types of sleep, sleep you can control/wield.

 In Rens case, he has power over a special type of sleep, A sleep that does more than restore the body and its energy. This sleep feels like a gentle embrace that takes away turmoil, even dulling the senses to an extent , preventing agitation to give a feeling of true peace & clarity. The type of sleep that could actually temporarily quell madness and frenzy..

The other is more straightforward. It’s called eternal sleep. im sure you can guess what that does lol.

Ren is like a spectral, he can be interacted with, seen and touched BUT he doesn’t have a living body, meaning even if you “kill” him he’ll just reappear. 

Also he can just choose to appear/disappear (like this!)

Extra incoherent ramblings below:

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Goro makes himself psychotic in p5 and in elden ring you can make yourself a lot stronger by literally inflicting yourself with madness. I thought Goro would probably be angry/crazy enough to adopt the Frenzied flame, annnnd having the Frenzied flame is said to be pretty painful but also euphoric(?) and that kinda sound like its up Goros alley lol. Also (I just remembered this!) IN GOROS 3RD AWAKENING, HE SAID HE’D “SOW CHAOS AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE” AND THE SAYING ASSOCIATED WITH THE FRENZIED FLAME IS “MAY CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD”

There is so much sleep symbolism/sleeps connections to death in persona sooo I thought it made sense to make Ren the one who has control over sleep /𝓓⃥̸𝓮⃥̸𝓼⃥̸𝓽⃥̸𝓲⃥̸𝓷⃥̸𝓮⃥̸𝓭⃥̸𝓓⃥̸𝓮⃥̸𝓪⃥̸𝓽⃥̸𝓱⃥̸

Also sleep and madness have matching icons lolol that’s definitely not the main reason I thought of this au…lolol…

Sleep is one of the few things that could temporarily alleviate madness and the Frenzied flames influence. Ren is trying to help(save) Goro, while also struggling with the fact that he was supposed to kill anyone who has the Frenzied flame since it can kinda end the world, and the fact that he’s the only one who has the power to do it.

Meanwhile Goro just wants revenge and the power to make him as strong as possible and to make the revenge as painful as possible. Unfortunately that power is also slowly making him lose his mind and take a lot of effort to keep under wraps. Goro is very very exhausted but as you’d expect, spite keeps him going lol

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The cure to madness: okay.. im still working on how to make sense of this and I WILL expand on it later on, but just know it involves kasumi, sumire and maruki. The angst will be strong with this one lol

The status effects they’ll be associated with is

yoshizawas sisters:Scarlet Rot

Maruki: Heart stolen

Theres A LOT more but i feel like this is enough for today lol

i really really hope this makes sense lol If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! Im open to answer anything about this au lolol

[noirsdoll]

-> in sickness and in health

pairing: james x nurse!reader

words: 2.8k

tags: rape, abuse, mentioned snuff, cheating, forced orgasm, james is a perv, this is almost straight porn

notes: nurse!reader trope and title is overdone but idc. nothing else to say other than i need this man and i want him to beat the shit out of me!! yay!!

inspired by magdalene by rimqueen!!

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Is her sickness contagious?

It’s the first question James asks when he receives the diagnosis. A selfish one, he knows that the second it leaves his mouth. He whispers it to the nurse outside Mary’s hospital room, who looks at him with nothing but scorn.

Of course, it isn’t. Why would it be? He has no reason not to touch and hold Mary. His Mary. The sickness hasn’t taken her. It won’t, not ever. James can’t bear to see her go.

James stays sedentary by Mary’s beside as the days stretch on. He watches the light in her eyes fade, the lines of her face grow hallowed. He watches her wither, emotionally tied to every wax and wane in her condition. The push and pull loosens the assuredness of his empathy, he starts to rot alongside her.

He trudges through life, Mary’s well-being rooted to the forefront of his mind. He pours everything into her, his love, his worry, his savings. James just wants her to get better, so things can go back to normal.

A year passes, and then a second, and then James becomes tired. Exhaustion weighs down every limb, it takes energy to look in Mary’s eyes. He knows it shouldn’t, he shouldn’t force himself to meet his lover’s gaze, but they haven’t been lovers, not since Mary started to corrode.

It’s always the same questions— Mary sprinkles them through every visit to keep James on his toes. A call and response of sorts, to see if he’s still an obedient dog.

A sordid comment on the nurse’s outfit as she leaves is the first one. Mary turns to James, trying to provoke him, to see if James will defend her. James just slumps further into his chair and nods along to what she says, eyes glazing over the foggy windows.

Fog, always fog, never rain or sunshine. James has nothing to distract himself from his lethargy. His eyes drag along the shallow planes of Mary’s body, barely disguised by her thin cardigan and cotton dress.

Mary sits against the headboard, her lips curl into a frown. “Stop looking at me like that, James,” she says. Her tone betrays her exasperation.

James straightens up. “I’m sorry, honey. I spaced out.”

She looks away, sighing. The sleeves of her cardigan are frayed at the edges where she picks at the fuzzy yarn. “You don’t have to be here if you hate it so much.” Mary bites down on her bottom lip. “You think I’m ugly, don’t you?”

The second question, each time Mary asks it with more disdain. James won’t tell her the truth, because he doesn’t know it. His Mary is somewhere in there, buried deep in her sallow chest. But there’s something else there too, something that poisons her sweetness, dilutes her. Fear.

“No, no, I don’t think you’re ugly.” And I don’t think you’re pretty either.

At his next visit to the hospital, James approaches you at the front desk. He clears his throat, peering over at you as you scribble something in a log.

“We’re busy, Sir. Just a moment.” You glance up at him once, then twice. Your eyes linger for a second, and something shifts in your expression, James can’t place it. “Anything I can help you with?” You smile, sweet and saccharine.

James clears his throat again, staring down at the counter. “My wife got moved to a new room. Do you have the number?”

After a few more questions, you find her name in the log. You decide to escort him personally, James follows you down the wooden halls. He ignores every timed swing of your hips in that nurse’s outfit that is much too short to be practical.

You glance over your shoulder at him, your eyes cloying. “How long have you two been married?”

“We’re high school sweethearts,” he answers, short and clipped.

The visit goes with its usual hitches, James ends up learning more about you. You’re coquettish, got a thing for married men, something about wanting what you can’t have. It’s not like he went looking for this information. There’s barely any gossip at the care home, so anything will spread like wildfire.

You’ve gotten chewed out by your boss about it, but there’s no definitive proof. So far you’ve done nothing but maybe look at someone in a provocative sorta way, they don’t have anything concrete to get you. Not like they want to. You’re proficient, good at your job despite it all.

Plausible deniability. He could learn a thing or two from you. You’re something fresh, intriguing. James finds himself dipping out of Mary’s room for the washroom and instead looking for you. You’re like a ghost, only around when he can’t talk to you alone.

He’s not sure why he wants that, or what would happen if he finally got it. That would require self reflection, James is much better with acting on urges.

So he settles for your glances across the room, the way you brush shoulders when you pass him in the hall. He stares down the neck of your uniform as you give Mary her pills— her eyes are closed so she can’t berate him.

Maybe you’re aware of him, maybe you aren’t. But he knows you know him and he knows what you are. James turns the thought of you over in his head, smoothing over the divots and imperfections till you become this monolith of escape, more idea than person.

Then time passes. Mary withers into herself, the light in her eyes turns to ash. She no longer speaks more than a few words, there’s something glassy in her stare. It’s like she’s already dead, like she’s preparing for the role. James was so used to the yelling, he even stopped flinching at it, but now Mary is just there. Nothing but the echo of all the words she flung so that James could feel an inkling of her misery.

(James did, he always did. Every decline in her condition broke him until there was nothing left to break, until he needed something to instill even just neutrality within him again.)

That’s why he trails after you into the wing that’s been closed for renovation. God knows why you’re here, he follows you anyways. You pull a lighter from your dainty little pocket, followed by a cigarette— the ones that aren’t even that good, more about making your hands look pretty.

Oh, and you are pretty. The silhouette of a pin-up girl, leaned against the wall, the only visible parts of you are what hits the light. You raise one leg up to plant your heel, and James swears he sees the hint of a garter belt wrapped around the fat of your thigh. He salivates.

You’re on your smoke break and James is just watching from around the corner. The heady smoke from your cigarette travels through the narrow halls, it covers up that nice perfume of yours. You dispose of your cigarette by stamping it out on the hardwood floor, smearing the tobacco with your shiny pumps. That perfect image of you starts to crack.

James rounds the corner and walks up to you, his palms are sweating. You turn to the sound of his footsteps— there’s not much else to sense in the dim hallway.

“Mr. Sunderland! It’s good to see you. This area is for staff only.” You push yourself off the wall, tugging down your dress and trying to maintain that aura of professionalism. Not like you really can after what he’s seen. Is the lace of your garter belt rough or soft? Does it blend into your plush thigh? James could only dream of touching you.

“Hmm, seems I got lost.” James wonders if your mascara runs. He wants to see it run. Are you pretty when you cry? “You smoke?”

“You noticed?” You laugh, more to displace your evident tension. “Yeah, it’s more of a nerves thing than anything.”

“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about.”

“I’ve got a lot on my plate. You’d be surprised.” You smile. “Mary’s been doing well, if you’ve been wondering. No decline in her condition.”

“I’m glad.” He doesn’t care, not really.

“Must be hard, having to watch your wife fade away like that. I noticed you stopped bringing her flowers.” Something sparkles in your gaze, James wants to rip it out of you.

“She doesn’t like it when I do.” I’m not a corpse, stop bringing flowers all the damn time! You wanna see me dead? Kill me then!

“Yeah, Mary doesn’t seem to like a lot of the things you do. The staff hears a lot of it. Walls are thin, y’know.” You look away, towards the window that’s taped over with builder’s paper. Some of the moonlight makes it through. “Makes you wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

You pause for a moment, letting your eyes drag down, letting him see. “What life would've been like if things were different.” You turn to leave. “See you around, James—!”

He grabs your arm, tugging you back against the wall. You yelp, he slaps a hand over your mouth. This is all or nothing, he only has one chance to get what he wants. “Don’t make a sound, alright?”

You say something, but it’s all muffled into the back of his hand. James starts to pop the buttons of your pretty little uniform and fuck, you’re shaking like a leaf. Your eyes water, you look like a picture. Nothing but smooth, creamy skin, he presses his lips to your pulse to feel your heartbeat.

Your bra unclasps at the front, your tits sit just as pretty as you do. They feel just as soft as he imagined and he gropes them just the way he’s been wanting to. Your skin is so full of life, it gives when he presses. You’re not a bag of bones that bruises at the tiniest thing.

He finishes taking off your dress and he laughs to himself. What kind of slut wears lingerie to work? You don’t need a garter belt to hold up your stockings or those sheer panties. Maybe you do fuck married men during working hours. Must mean you’re a pro.

James wants to put his mouth on your pussy. He swore Mary’s always tasted off from the medications she was on. That was either placebo or an excuse to get out of bed— it’s been so long that James doesn’t remember which it is.

He’d kiss you too, but you just smoked and James hates the smell of cigarettes, the taste even more so. He gets to his knees, grabbing handfuls of your thighs, spreading you open.

You’re free to speak now, you could scream for help, but all you can do is quietly cry and watch him. Seems you do want it. James pulls your underwear to the side, his nose bumping your clit as he sinks his tongue into you.

The noise you let out is anything but quiet, you squirm but there’s nowhere to go with how tight his grip is. Your hips shift forward, you grind the meat of your pussy along his face. You taste good, the way pretty cunts like yours should taste— shaved and smooth, with fat lips that he spreads open with his tongue.

Once you start dripping down your thighs, James stands back up, one hand over the bulge that’s straining against his pants. He got hard the moment you started crying. Blackened tears are running down your face, you do cry pretty.

“Shh,” he wipes the tears from your face, smudging your mascara further. “I’m not going to hurt you.” James would tack on your name, but he doesn’t know it.

That seems to relax you, just a bit. He pulls his cock out, pressing the tip to your leaking pussy. James slips a couple times, but he finally pushes up into you in a way that has your nails digging into the wall and your face screwing up with pain.

James splits you open, much too big to feel good, bigger than you were ready for. He’s rusty and not too sure about how to make this good for you, he’s more concerned with the fact he’s stuffed himself in you and he finally gets to fuck something other than his hand.

He pulls out just to spin you around, squishing your tits against the wall and slapping a free hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs. Then he pushes back in and your back arches so far you fold in half.

Your ass ripples with each thrust into you, you start to like it. Saliva drools from the hand that’s covering your mouth, dripping syrupy strings onto the floor. You’re a cockslut, aren’t you? He spreads your ass to see how your cunt pulls him in, gaped all pretty around him.

You look over your shoulder at him, your gaze is one part fear and another part arousal. Your moans transform to a squeak when he wraps his other hand around your throat, leaving your mouth free to gasp out choked moans.

James can feel your pulse thrumming against his palm. You’re real, virtuous and idealistic, a creation that he carved out of his brain matter as a form of escapism. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder to feel your flesh, buried up to the hilt in your pretty walls.

Everything is so pretty about you, fat tits, fat pussy, the way you choke is pretty too. It was so hard to remain faithful to Mary when you were right there, a siren beckoning him off the deep end, knowingly or not, it doesn’t matter. It was a compulsion more than a choice, the urge to rape you clawed up his throat until all he could think about was your fat tears dripping down your face and your blood on his cock.

He digs his fingers into the column of your throat, he wants to see you bruise, he wants to see you bleed. Something murderous grows in him, it scares him but he can’t bring himself to stop. All he can think about is smashing your head against the wall till you stain the stucco pink, because everything is pretty about you, even your blood.

Your nails drag against the walls, splitting and cracking as you try to speak through his grip. Every squeeze of your throat pulls you tighter around him. James can’t take it, his hand slips between you and the wall and rubs harsh circles on your clit.

You shake your head, your tears are running clear now. He slaps your clit and you yelp, hips drawing back, pressing yourself deeper against him. You don’t get to say no, he needs this, you have to let him have this, he has nothing else.

Each time the head of his cock jams into your cervix results in a trembling whine from you. You squeeze him like you’re trying to take his dick clean off, he’s going to cum soon. And it’ll be your fault.

So he makes you cum, rubbing your clit with such intensity that it’s the only thing you can do, shoved up against a wall. And you moan and you sob and you plead no, but it’s too late and James is already fucking your cum back into you.

When James cums he makes sure it hurts. It’s your fault for tempting him, for fucking you while Mary’s waiting for him on her sick bed. He presses so hard against your cervix he almost pushes through, you let out a noise of pain that is halfway between a scream and a sob.

And then he pulls out of you, tucking away his dick and getting a good view of the aftermath.

You collapse in a heap on the floor. The creampie he gave you leaks out of your pussy onto the floor with streaks of red. You curl in on yourself, trying to pull your trembling thighs together. But you can’t. James has reduced you, he has broken you.

—

James watches you finish off your cigarette and wishes he was the one being stamped out into the floor. That fantasy of having you would never happen. As much as he dreams about it, he could never cheat on Mary. He’ll have to employ different tactics.

[heelycular-manslaughter]

new hellbreak this ones about some freaks again

Hellbreak is the working title for my Hades-inspired ttrpg, in which the PCs are residents (likely prisoners) of hell attempting to break out, and finding support from various gods in the setting's pantheon. While most of the gods that give you boons do so on their own, there's a pair that don't really have that option.

Remis, God of Rats + Salvo, Goddess of Plagues

Remis goes by it/they, Salvo goes by he/him

Remis & Salvo have two conflicting stories to how they became gods; Remis says that it became the god of rats just before the mortals blamed the species for starting a disease among their kind, and Salvo thus formed from one of its veins. Salvo says that he found Remis while he was between hosts, and infected them, thus becoming a god and causing the mortal plague. 

Remis is frenetic, almost constantly stressed about something, exuding a nervous energy that is unseen in every other member of the pantheon. Salvo does not help with their anxiety, constantly whispering things that could go wrong, presenting himself as getting a twisted joy from it, hiding the deep fear of everything he has as well.

Remis usually takes the form of a small, thin, vaguely humanoid creature with pale gray skin covered in thin patches of hair and beady eyes on their palms. They have a light, jittery tone of voice. Salvo often likes to change how he appears on the body, if at all, but his favorites include bright red spots, a writhing ring under the skin, blackened veins, or a golden halo. 

Remis and Salvo help runners because they were tasked with establishing a trade route with the 4th layer of hell, but both have been too scared to meet with the Lord Mistress, and instead ask the runners to relay information when they see her. 

Core Mechanics: Rats & Infection

Rats will help you do various actions better, like adding harm to attacks or dice to attribute rolls. 

Infected enemies take harm at the end of each round.

Boons of Remis & Salvo

Rabid: +2d6 to Wrath.

Scurry: +2d6 to Greed.

Protective: +2d6 to Pride.

Quick Reaction: You can use a cast to instead dodge the first attack on the GM turn.

Scurry: Gain +1 movement if at least 5 enemies are infected.

Rat's Weight: (requires weapon slot) Using your weapon action pushes you back 1 range

Rat-Toss: (requires cast slot) Your cast turns into a rat that will scurry towards any other enemies after being thrown, moving 1 range toward the nearest enemy and dealing 1 harm on each turn until the next round

Bloodborne: (requires weapon slot) Weapon attack infects target for 1 harm

Contagious: (requires move slot) When you move into Close range of an enemy, that enemy is infected for 1 harm

Bug: Your cast deals -2 harm, but inflicts infection for 2 harm

Spread: Infected enemies can infect other enemies if in Close range for 2 turns

Superspreader: For each rat boon you have, infection deals +1 harm

The rat boons do involve literal rats you just have to use your imagination ok

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a pretty boy with a pretty smile

→ PAIRING: Kim Seungmin x gn!reader

→ GENRE: drabble, fluff

→ SYNOPSIS: Seungmin has a pretty smile, so you tell him.

→ WARNINGS: established relationship, pet name

→ WORDS: 0.5k ~ (572)

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It’s a habit to hide his smile. He never used to do it but since he got his braces, he subconsciously hides his smile with his hand. You've tried to tell him numerous times how beautiful and gorgeous his smile is, but sometimes it's hard to break habits.

When you first met Seungmin, via mutual friends, the first thing you noticed was his smile. A smile so wide and big, his face lightening up, it felt like you were in a trance, captured by his beauty.

Of course, there are other features you love about Seungmin. From his cute nose to his soft looking lips, his smile is your favourite. You instantly feel happy and warm, your worries washing away just from his big, toothy grin.

When he laughs, it makes you laugh. His laugh is contagious. People don't tend to think of Seungmin as a comedic genius but he is up there for sure. Making witty and short jokes about anything and everything he sees fitting.

“Don't hide your smile, Minnie.” You say, gently removing his hand away from his mouth.

“Sorry.. force of habit.”

“I know baby, but it's beautiful.”

“Even with the metal in my mouth.” He sighs softly, his tongue running along the metal wire and bumps that's glued to his teeth. You hum, nodding slowly.

“Even with the metal in your mouth. You're pretty Minnie and you have a pretty smile.”

“You're just saying that.” He mumbles, a soft blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. You giggle, watching him pull the sleeves of his grey hoodie over his hands – an innocent habit of his when he's feeling shy.

You gently take his hands in yours, intertwining them together before kissing his hand softly as you look at him through your lashes. His cheeks are rosy pink, eyes sparkling in the light as he watches you.

“No, I'm not. Your smile is the most beautiful and prettiest thing I've seen, Minnie. It makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. I feel like I'm experiencing my first ever school crush when I look at you.”

“S-Stop.” Seungmin whines, the corner of his lips slowly tugging into a smile.

“Gosh, you're so beautiful Minnie.” You groan softly before laughing as Seungmin rests his forehead on your shoulder, trying to hide the embarrassing red colour that stains his cheeks, however, the tips of his ears betray him.

You kiss his temple softly, holding him close to your body as he wraps his arms around your midriff. He pulls you flush to his body, shifting his weight onto you.

“Is my smile really that beautiful?” He whispers.

“It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

“You're so sweet, y/n.” Seungmin sighs softly, stroking your waist.

“And you're so pretty.”

You look down, noticing a bright, big smile on his lips. You lift his chin up gently, making him look at you. He looks at you with love and admiration, eyes sparkling. His hand automatically goes to cover his smile, to which you take his wrist gently to stop him.

“Don't. Let me see it, Minnie.” Your voice soft and gentle, Seungmin feeling himself melt into your touch. He whines softly before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck once again. You laugh, holding onto the back of his head as you rake your fingers through his soft hair.

“Such a pretty boy with a pretty smile.”

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[miumura]

helloooo !!! can i have hanni gf hcs? thank you

💭 — HANNI AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND !

SOPH — hihi ofc!! tysm for requesting :) <3 this is SOOO overdue but im starting to work on my requests again <3 im sorry if this is a bit short, i haven’t been motivated recently but i tried! anyways smth for my bae hanni <3

WARNINGS — use of petnames (bae/babe)

— the person who you could just be honest with and talk about everything and ANYTHING. like we’ve seen her on that debate episode, bae was PREPARED! so i think she’d be also that talkative with you!

— i would say she’s touchy? like she loves physical touch, it’s one of her love languages. so when she’s by you, be shocked if she doesn’t start cuddling you or resting a body part on you LMAO 😭😭😭

— seems like someone who would do playful childish teasing. LIKE sticking tongue out or be like “ooouuuu” YKWIM? she does it for the fun of it and wanting a reaction. she’d be more than glad if you joined her <3

— forget about petnames, she’s gonna call you bro and dude all the time LMFAOOO. it’s a habit of hers and probably a habit of yours too, let’s be honest so it’s hard to stop! but if she does use one, it would probably be bae / babe bc she likes how it sounds

— idk…she seems the type to get jealous easily ? like she’d get real pouty or be overdramatic js for you to get the hint. she’d pretend to act cold after you notice but then just give in under your touch

— would make you do weird things w/ her LMFAO. like who wouldn’t want to ding dong ditch someone’s hotel room? hanni hanni hanni….

— would def hype you up! like she’d instantly scream and shout be like “ayyy, that’s my bae!”. just makes you feel so confident about yourself </3

— the type to just like tackle you HELP. like oh you’re laying down? she’s already preparing to jump on top of you.

— despite being pretty playful, i think she would be understanding. like she’s willing to hear you out and would change anything that you don’t like or whatnot.

— whenever she sees you sad, she instantly goes and check up on you. 😧 THIS EMOJI IS HER. and she would be like “what’s wrong?” as she rubs on your back.

— when one of you is stressed/sad (or both), she’d suggest taking a walk outside just to clear up your/her mind a bit. a bonus if it’s at night, since she loves taking walks at night.

— would probably try to make you laugh but end up laughing at herself before she could. but that doesn’t matter, since her laugh is contagious, it ends up with you laughing as well.

— probably loves matching stuff! i think she’d get really excited with matching necklaces, and even matching wallpapers!

— she’s just really comforting to be around, and you’ll never be bored when she’s around!

— forces you to watch movies with her. like she would get all excited when she finds a new movie to watch with you. so when she’s all giddy, who are you to refuse?? movie nights/dates are definitely your thing w/ her!

— likes taking silly pics and vids 😭 and whenever you tell her to delete it off your phone, she just goes “but you’re so cute here!” which explains why she has a whole album of you and her…(you also get a separate album of js you on her phone <3)

💭 — cool with you is literally stuck in my head

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