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elllisaaa · 4 months ago

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IN FOR A RIDE - K. JISEOK

KINKTOBER DAY 13 - CREAMPIE

SUMMARY : jiseok thinks you're really cute when you're desperate for his attention, so he lets you sit on his cock even if all his friends are right there. he simply forgot that you were never the first one to back down.

-> pairing : bf!jiseok x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.2k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : creampie (obviously), unprotected sex, public sex, exhibitionism, teasing, dirty talk, use of 'slut', begging

+ the way i'm depicting jiseok does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | xdh masterlist | kinktober 2024

“- Stop moving around like that, sweetie.”

But you couldn’t help the way you were getting wet at the low tone of your boyfriend’s voice in your ear, at the mere thought of being sat on his lap because usually, everytime you found yourself in this position, it always led to something else. Though, today you couldn’t get what you wanted because you had to leave before your traditional morning session.

“- Can’t help it, sorry.”

You both knew that you weren’t really sorry, and Jiseok groaned against your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from squirming around too much on top of him. He was frustrated too because he couldn’t get a taste of your pussy before joining your friends, and it wasn’t a good time to bend you over the couch and fuck you like he meant it.

“- You’re so cute when you’re all desperate for me…

- If you want me to stop, then don’t say shit like that.”

He chuckled against your ear as your hips rolled subtly against his, the friction not helping him to calm down and keep his half hard cock under control.

“- Don’t do that, can’t you wait until we get home ?

- No, I need you right now… Please, Jiseok…

- Such a greedy slut, you can’t get enough of my cock, uh ?”

From the outside, it only looked like you were whispering sweet nothings to each other, but the object of your conversation was much more filthy and inappropriate. You didn’t stop your moves, almost nothing but still enough to cause a boner to Jiseok.

“- Please, I’m wearing a skirt, you can just put it in.

- You’re that desperate ?

- Yes.”

Jiseok smiled as he pecked your lips, and taking advantage of the fact that all your friends were focused on something else, he pushed your underwear to the side and let you feel his cock. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from moaning, and you felt Jiseok’s arms tightening around your waist. This felt so wrong, so naughty, to have his cock deep inside of you with all your friends around, unknowing of what the two of you were doing. It turned you on way more than you thought it would.

You tried to carry on with the group conversations, to not get too distracted by the way pleasure rushed through your veins every time you made the tiniest movement on top of him, tightening around him every now and then and making his cock throb inside of you. And even if you both knew you wouldn’t last long at this little game, neither one of you wanted to give up this soon. The thrill of getting caught, of losing all your composure made it all feel even better.

“- Do you want to watch a movie ? I have this one that seemed so good !”

You all agreed with Jooyeon’s proposal, and as everyone got settled, you wrapped a blanket around the two of you, making your moves even less obvious. You let yourself roll your hips in more intense circles, Jiseok’s hands on your hips to help you move on top of him. His staggered breathing and your sighs of pleasure were drowned out by the movie playing in the background.

“- We should stop sweetie.”

His whispered words made you shiver, but you didn’t listen to him, moving in a way that had him slowly losing his mind. And you knew it very well, Jiseok knew that you did it on purpose. But even his strong hands on your hips couldn’t stop you from going on, again and again. The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls in a different way than what you were used to made you weak in the knees too.

Jiseok tried to focus on the movie unfolding on the tv screen, but it became harder and harder to keep his sounds and noises for himself as you swallowed him whole. None of your friends seemed to be suspicious, but honestly, that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. More than anything, he didn’t want to lose at your freaky game, to give in to your teasing. It would mean admitting that he was desperate too, and he couldn’t let you have that.

“- Stop because you’re close ?”

Despite your cocky tone, you were starting to get breathless too, your thighs straining as you quickened the rhythm of your circles, your clit rubbing against the material of your panties and giving you that supplementary stimulation that made you feel like you were constantly on the edge. And Jiseok wasn’t doing any better, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips not in hopes to stop you anymore, but to help you go faster.

“- Fuck… Yeah, you’re gonna make me cum…”

You loved to know how much of an effect you had on him, loved to know that you could make him cum just like that, loved to know that you were that powerful. You kept the same angle and the same rhythm, not wavering as Jiseok nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his noises against your skin.

“- Go on baby, fill me up.”

That was the little push he needed to let go, thrusting up into your pussy and not caring about if someone would notice or not. He bit down on your neck as he spilled his load into you, the feeling too much for you to bear as you came too. His hot seed covering your walls and filling you up was enough to make you tremble on top of him, your fingers intertwining with his and squeezing them as hard as possible to deal with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins.

“- You feel it dripping out of me ? You feel how full you made me ?”

Jiseok held you closer to him, shivering as he felt your pussy clench down again around him. Now was really not the time or place to pop another boner, but you were making it difficult, and more than that, he needed to come inside of you again, and again, and again, until you were full of his cum.

“- Get up, we’re leaving.

- Needy much ?”

Jiseok bit down on your neck again, harder this time, hard enough to make you jolt under his teeth. You could feel his satisfied smirk against your skin as he pulled out of you and helped you adjust your panties to not lose a drop of his cum.

“- You’re the needy one here, and I’m not done with you. We’re leaving. Now.”

You didn’t argue this time as you did get up, throwing the blanket away and claiming that you were feeling bad, a lame excuse as to why you and Jiseok needed to leave asap.

“- You’re in for a ride, sweetie.”

You knew that and you smirked as Jiseok slapped your ass playfully as you guided him back to your car. He thought he had control, but he didn’t know that you had expected this reaction, that this was what you wanted all along. Who was really in for a ride, you didn’t know, but you knew that you were both going to like it.

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mangoisms · 1 year ago

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circle k (back to you)

summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.

━ chapter eleven: i am always running back to you | read chapter ten

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 4.7k

━ warnings: none

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━ a/n: SO SORRY.... it was the horrors (midterms). hope this chapter makes up for it because boy it is a lot of fun

The rest of the evening passes slowly.

It does nothing for your nerves, truthfully, but you keep yourself preoccupied with Wade. He crawls now and that leaves him wanting to explore every space possible. So, while Wally runs out for dinner and Linda wraps up a meeting with her editor, you watch over him and make sure he doesn’t get into anything he shouldn’t.

Dinner is deep-dish pizza—directly from Chicago. It’s all very indulgent, the way Wally can do things like that; he spoils you in that regard and you tell him as much as you wash dishes and he puts them away.

“Nah, it’s nothing,” he says, shooting you a small smile. “Besides, it’s for me, too.”

And you can tell that’s true by the four empty boxes of pizza that he ate, with two for you and Linda.

But still. When he leaves…

It’s not just that that you’re going to miss. With or without the speed, you’re going to miss him. Him, Linda, and little Wade.

Despite not saying that—because you don’t want to be a downer, because their home is in Keystone City, not here, and you don’t want to be selfish like that—he senses the shift in your mood.

“You know,” he starts, “me and Lin were thinking…”

“That’s never good.”

He nudges you gently, grinning. You shake your head, smiling, too. You pass him a freshly-washed plate and he dries it.

“Well, wait until you hear what we were thinking about.”

“What?”

“We think you should visit us every now and then.”

The thought that they want you around is warming, as usual. But…

“I mean, I would love to, Wally, but I can’t really afford that… Maybe, after I see how everything adds up during the fall, I can come for the holidays or something. But…”

He shakes his head. “Come on, kiddo. You think we’d say that and leave it up to you?”

“I don’t expect—”

“I know. But you should. We want to do whatever we can to see you. You aren’t the only one that’s going to miss something when we leave, you know. That’s why we’re doing this. Besides,” he grins at you, lightening up. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I can get you to Keystone in under a minute right now.”

Considering that Linda has told you that his speed is efficient but leaves one with a horrible bout of nausea and vertigo—at least in the beginning; she’s barely affected these days—you feel some mild apprehension.

But those things are temporary. You can withstand that, if only to see them again.

“Or,” he goes on, “we can fly you out, but that would honestly be pretty cumbersome and would also take too long.”

“It’s a plane, Wally. That is the fastest form of transportation we have in this country.”

He sniffs. “I’m the fastest form of transportation we have in this country. In the world! One of them, anyway.”

“Well, that’s how we normal human beings function. Not everyone can run faster than the speed of light.”

“Not everyone should,” he agrees. “I’d lose my appeal. That would suck.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“So, is that a yes or—?”

“Alright,” you relent, smiling. “How often are we talking?”

He smiles a tad bashfully. “Once or twice a month? You can come on the weekends… Just—you know. I know you’re gonna be busy with classes but…”

“It sounds like I should be getting a nice break every month if we do that. I mean, I can’t promise I won’t have work—”

“Just as long as you’re around, kid. That’s all we want.”

Your face warms at the earnestness in his words, embarrassed, though you know you really shouldn’t be. “Wally.”

“Hey, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’ve been in this game too long to try and dance around feelings. Hopefully your boy will learn that, too.”

“You aren’t wrong,” you mutter, shutting off the water and drying your hands, making a mental reminder to put on some lotion before they get annoyingly dry from the hot water and dish soap. “I’m just not… used to that.”

He shrugs, tossing his dish towel over his shoulder. “Like I said. In a world like ours… it’s important.”

You don’t disagree. But you can’t rail too hard on Tim. Questionable decisions regarding his feelings aside, the both of you only came to your senses after he had a close-call today. What does that say about you, that he has to nearly die for you to realize you need to see him again? Need to clear the air?

It’s human, you think. So very terribly human of you.

It’s not like you’re unappreciative of him in your life but… you know this dance and song. You only realize what you have when you lose it. Look at your parents. You’ve slipped right now but you’ll fix it. You’ll make sure he knows how much he means to you.

But more importantly, right now…

“You guys… mean a lot to me, too.” You turn, seeing Linda pause near the island, and meet her brown eyes and even though it makes your face hot and the words get stuck in your throat, you force them out, underpinned with what you hope they can tell is sincerity. “You do. So much.”

Your throat tightens and you duck your head as your eyes burn.

Hard to quantify. Hard to put a label on what they mean to you.

But you know that much. That they mean the world to you.

Warm, strong arms come around you, squeezing you tight. You sniffle when you feel Linda come up behind you, squeezing you, too.

It’s an emotional day, you decide. For all of you.

So, you take a long shower to try and pull yourself together, then head to bed, bidding Wally and Linda goodnight.

You don’t intend to fall asleep when you crawl into your bed. It’s better to stay up, to wait for Tim to get here. But the day’s events start weighing down on you as you curl up beneath the blankets.

You try valiantly to stay awake by scrolling on your phone but it’s a Sisyphean task to do so. As your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, you know it will be a task that you fail as you stop fighting and give in to sleep.

It’s only the vibration of your phone that rouses you.

Groping for it, the display is obscenely bright in the darkness of your room. But the text waiting for you is unmistakable, impossible to miss.

i’m here

Suddenly recalling what you and Tim had agreed upon, you shoot up in bed, ignoring the head rush the action gives you.

The window that leads out to the fire escape is right next to your bed, covered by curtains. You toss your phone aside, rolling out of the warm cocoon of blankets; the AC in this place works well, a little too well, you think groggily as your bare feet connect with cold wood floors.

You shove aside the curtains and though you know who is waiting for you, that it is Tim, just Tim, your best friend, the still-not-fully-awake part of you clenches up in fear, thinking it might be Batman that is moving in the shadows, only barely illuminated by the full moon. But you know better than that.

It helps that your eyes are already adjusted to the darkness, recognizing the figure crouched in your fire escape. Dressed in… oddly enough, sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. Completed with a plain black domino mask—not the usual one he wears, more akin to Robin, save for the color—that obscures the blue eyes you know and love.

You reach for the window. Well-oiled and taken care of by the owners, it is virtually silent as it slides open.

Muggy July heat rushes in, chasing away the cold.

Without the window and with your vision quickly clearing from bleariness, you can really take him in. The tension in his body, the way a breeze ruffles through dark hair, the twitch of his hands to you before they clench into fists. Waiting.

For you.

Your throat thickens painfully when your eyes snag on the white gauze taped to the left side of his neck.

Just a graze, Steph told you. But he lost a bit of blood anyway and his neck… if it had been the right side, would he not be here right now? Maybe it doesn’t matter. It’s his neck, there are so many important arteries running through there.

If anything else had happened, if he’d moved even a little bit, he wouldn’t be here.

That realization, coupled with the overwhelming emotions at seeing him again since everything, pushes you over the edge.

Your eyes burn with tears. You reach forward, ignoring the soreness in your belly, one hand grabbing his wrist and tugging him right into the circle of your arms.

That breaks the stalemate. He goes quickly, arms sliding around you as the first of your tears start sliding down your cheeks.

“Tim…”

He holds you tighter, impossibly warm, letting out a shuddery breath and whispering your name, too, everything inside you shivering at the sound, at the warmth that wraps up the syllables of your name.

“I’m okay,” he breathes. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“You were shot.”

An exhale of a laugh. It sounds shaky with emotion.

“Technically, I was grazed.”

“Tim.”

He presses his nose to your hair, hand stroking up your back.

“I’m okay,” he whispers, lips brushing your forehead. “I wasn’t going to die before I got to see you. No way.”

You sniffle. The two of you are quiet, speaking lowly, but you’re suddenly too aware of the other window on the fire escape, the one for Linda and Wally’s room. You don’t want to wake them—or god forbid, Wade—so you reluctantly extract yourself from his arms, tugging him again.

He follows easily, sliding through the window with a grace you aren’t used to. He shuts the window silently behind him, banishing the muggy air that had leaked inside. You wipe away your tears, attempting to piece yourself together.

As he turns back to you, hesitantly now, the air conditioner clicks on, and a second later, cold air starts blowing into your room. It should help cover your voices a little bit.

For a moment, it is silent.

Tim shifts on his feet across from you. The domino mask renders him impervious. Impossible to read without seeing his eyes.

But not totally impossible. The way he bites his lip doesn’t just draw your attention to his mouth, tempting, traitorous thoughts briefly crossing your mind, but it also clues you into his nervous state.

“I’m sorry.”

He speaks first, blurting the words out, seeming almost surprised at the way they escaped him before he decides to go with it, doubling down on it.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at you, whispering your name. “I’m sorry. For lying to you. For coming to you as Red Robin instead of myself. For everything. I just… I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I know.”

You were in that position, too. You didn’t fuck it up this badly but… you each had your parts to play. No one is blameless here.

“I just,” he stops, looking away, hands clenching at his sides. “I want to be friends. If anything else. I want that.”

If anything else.

You understand what he is saying here.

He isn’t here under any pretenses. Isn’t expecting you to take him in with open arms. Would be fine as friends.

Well, you don’t want that.

“Tim.”

He looks at you. You extend a hand. Waiting. Not demanding.

Slowly, he comes to you. Palm sliding against yours. Warm and a little clammy, calloused but still soft.

A few inches of space separate you when he stops.

This close, you can feel the heat of him. Smell his shampoo, soft and fragrant. Eucalyptus.

You squeeze his hand once then let go.

He and Red Robin are two sides of the same coin. There is no Tim Drake without Red Robin, you think. Not right now.

Maybe it’ll change, down the line. One part of you selfishly hopes so.

You’ll always want him. But as Red Robin, the risk of losing him triples and you are greedy enough to want to mitigate it. The same with Steph. Even with Wally, who is considerably more durable. All of them, duty-bound, honor-bound. You cannot ask that of them.

Right now, though, you think you can make that demand. At least temporarily.

You reach for him. Pausing when your hands near his face. But he doesn’t move. Just looks down at you and you wonder if he can hear your heart, with how hard, how loudly, it pounds in your chest.

You have to be certain.

So, when your fingers finally touch the smooth material of the mask, before trying to lift it, you ask, in a whisper, “Can I?”

“Yes,” he breathes, some emotion you don’t know underlying his voice, one that makes your face warm and your heart skip a beat.

Your fingers find the edge, slowly, gently peeling it up. It peels and peels and peels until finally, it detaches into your hands. Almost flimsy now but with a certain weight.

That’s not what retains your attention, though.

It’s him. It’s always him.

Tim’s eyes are closed, the tiniest of wrinkles found between his brows.

You imagine what it must be like to him. Letting you do that. Peel back the final layer of him once and for all. Letting you see him. Tim. Your Tim.

Keeping the domino mask loosely grasped in one hand, your other reaches for him, your thumb finding the wrinkle between his brows. It smooths out instantly at your touch and his eyes flutter open.

There they are.

It’s a shade of blue that haunts your dreams most nights.

Usually a lighter, softer color in the light, something like cornflowers, but right now, they’re midnight sky blue, looking at you with a heavy kind of affection, warm and unbridled.

Your hand settles on his cheek. He leans into the touch. Your thumb strokes over the sensitive skin under his eye. Where dark circles mar the skin, exhaustion finally clear in his face.

You smile sadly. “You look tired, Timmy.”

“Last couple weeks,” he swallows, “have been… rough.”

“Tell me about it.”

He smiles. It’s a small thing but no less beautiful to your eyes.

Then he sobers up, gazing at you, pained. “I am sorry.”

“I know.”

“I was an idiot.”

“I know.” You take a deep breath. “We both were.”

He opens his mouth to protest but you speak before he can.

“It’s true. You know that. We didn’t handle this like we should but it’s… it’s in the past. We can’t change it. We just have to move forward.”

A slow nod, then his eyes flicker to your hand, still between you two, still holding onto the domino mask. He takes it from you.

You aren’t sure what you expect, but it’s not for him to toss it away, landing somewhere in the darkness, a near silent sound.

“Tim—“

“It’ll never come between us again,” he whispers and your breath catches at his words; his hands find yours, pulling the one on his cheek into his own, squeezing. “I promise.”

You take a second to compose yourself, letting out a slow breath.

“I believe you,” you finally say. “And… no more lies. Please. Tell me the truth. The whole truth. I want to be there for you, for all of it.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

Not a protest. Just a statement. A warning.

“So, it’s even more important for me to be there.”

He swallows, eyes searching yours. “Are you… are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“So… we’re okay?”

“No.”

His face falls. “Whatever it is… I’ll make it up to you. I swear. Whatever you want.”

“I want you.”

“You have me,” he promises.

“Not like that.”

He stiffens up, breath catching as he understands what you mean. He looks down at you, shock clear. Understanding but not truly believing. That won’t do.

“I love you, Tim. Not just as a friend but…”

You’ve said it to them both. I love you. And this ‘I love you’ isn’t better than the one you tell Steph, than the one you told him for the first time, back when your feelings were still strictly platonic. It doesn’t mean something more, something deeper, something elevated just because it’s romantic. But it’s different. In what you want. In what you long for.

He whispers your name.

You let out a slow breath. “And if you want that, too, then…”

“Of course I do,” he breathes, letting go of your hands to cup your face, bringing you closer. “Of course I do. There’s nothing else, no one else, I want. I just… I never wanted to assume.”

“I know.”

“But if you’re on board then… then we can try it out.”

It feels more like ‘trying it out,’ though. Despite the uncertainty, the whirlwind of emotions, everything that has happened, finally talking it out, finally laying everything out on the table… you’ve found solid ground. A foundation you can build upon.

It is no mere crush. No simple infatuation.

You are in love with Tim Drake. Plain and simple.

And he is in love with you, too.

You close your eyes, fingers curling around his wrists. After a beat, he presses his forehead to yours.

“I love you, too, you know,” he whispers. “I have for a long time.”

Your face is hot, flushed with heat, your heart pounding. You feel so light, like you might fall up, untethered by gravity and floaty from the cotton candy-sweet warmth unspooling in your chest, clogging your veins and the arteries of your heart. It wouldn’t be a bad way to go.

But before you do…

“Tim.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He kisses you.

Gently at first, tenderly, lips warm, soft, tasting faintly of spearmint. You feel like you might melt into a puddle of goo at it, at knowing it’s Tim who is kissing you so sweetly, making your knees feel a little weak.

You shuffle closer. He inhales sharply at you pressing into his space, curling around you to close the final bits of distance. It turns the kiss a little fevered, a little hungry, a little desperate.

You’ve missed him so much. You can’t stop yourself from whispering that, pulling away to do so.

He shudders at your words, lips pressing to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck, and you open yourself up to him, too willing, too happy to let him have you like this.

He keeps saying it. Whatever you want. But he can have whatever he wants from you, too. Anything. Everything.

“I love you,” he breathes against your neck and your breath catches at the reverence in his voice. “Can you—can you say it again?”

“I love you, Tim,” you whisper and it pulls another shiver from him, lips pressing to your fluttering pulse and your knees really feel like they might give out.

Your fingers grasp the material of his jacket, tugging, and he brings his lips back to yours, giving you a mind-numbing, synapse-slowing kiss.

You separate eventually, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch your breath.

“Will you stay?” you ask softly.

“I’ll stay,” he promises, leaning back to press a heartachingly tender kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, holding onto him.

After a moment, he pulls away, shedding his jacket, draping it over the footboard. You close the curtains over your window, then crawl into bed. When Tim comes over, he tries to push you over. Not hard. A gentle—persistent—nudge to your shoulder, keeping in mind your injury, though you should tell him that it’s healing much better at nearly three weeks since it happened. Enough so that Steph said she could see about Crystal coming over to take the stitches out, just to avoid waiting at the hospital, and the bill, too.

“Oh, hey—”

“Let me sleep there,” he urges. “I feel better if you’re furthest from the window.”

“Hero types, I swear.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he leans down and scoops you into his arms. You yelp and he shushes you. You can’t stop your giggles as he unceremoniously drops you on the other side of the bed, the one closest to the door. He crawls in after you.

“You’re going to wake them up,” he whispers but he’s grinning, too, as he slides under the covers, laying on his side.

“Who’s fault is that?” you shoot back. “Just ‘cause you and your savior complex need to be by the window—”

He muffles his snickers into the pillow, eyes closed, lips spread in a grin. Your chest warms and you wiggle closer to him.

Tim lifts an arm so you can settle against his side. Wary of the gauze on the hollow of his throat, you settle for tucking your head underneath his chin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

He strokes a hand down your back, a warm brand between your shoulder blades. Sleep isn’t far off your conscience, right at the edges of it, and with the warmth of his body and the reassurance of his embrace, you’re moving fast to it.

But before you do…

“Tim.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ll… you’ll be here in the morning, right?”

His arm tightens around you. You feel him press a kiss to your hair.

“I’ll be here. I promise.”

And he is.

When you rouse an indeterminate amount of time later, awakened by the sounds of activity outside your door—Wade’s high-pitched giggles, Wally’s low murmurs to him as he feeds him breakfast, the water running in the pipes as Linda uses the bathroom—Tim is still there. With you.

Deep in sleep, still, even with the slivers of light that come in from your window and the noises coming in from outside. Probably the repercussions of his ‘rough couple weeks.’ It’s quite similar with you, if you’re being honest. Besides, you hardly mind, basking in the feel of your legs tangled together underneath the blankets, the heavy but reassuring weight of his arm around you.

You manage to pull away a little bit to look at him, blinking out the bleariness in your eyes as you rest your head on the pillow, his face a couple inches from yours. Eyes shut, dark lashes casting shadows over his cheeks, breathing soft and slow. His hair is a mess, some parts of it flat from the pillow and sticking up in other areas. You spy a few creases from the pillow on his cheek, too. But even with that, he is still so beautiful to you.

You sigh, snuggling closer to him, shifting so you can run your fingers through his hair, your eyes falling shut again. You can stand to sleep a little while longer.

He lets out a soft, contented sigh as your fingers glide through his hair, gently taking out tangles as you go.

You pull away after a moment, feeling sleep lapping at your senses again.

You doze for a little while, rousing again to more noise from outside. The sound of the TV. Wally and Linda murmuring to each other. Wade giggling.

Tim shifts, groaning quietly. The sound, rough with sleep, makes something inside you clench, sparks of heat waking you up more fully so you can watch him wake up, too.

He rolls onto his back, stretching, then sagging into the mattress. You stay curled up on your side, your calf thrown over his, watching him wake up with a small smile on your lips that you know must be horribly lovesick.

Finally, he turns to look at you, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“Hi.”

He gives you a sleepy smile. “Hi. Watching me sleep? Weirdo.”

He still has pillow creases on his face. You reach up to trace them.

“Well, you like this weirdo.”

“I love this weirdo,” he corrects. “Guess it’s fair, considering my night job.”

“Right. Watching you sleep—which I wasn’t, by the way, I was just waiting for you to wake up—”

“Sounds an awful lot like watching me sleep—”

You grin and pinch his cheek. He grunts, halfheartedly batting your hand away and taking it in his, lacing your fingers together.

“Anyway. That’s not that big of an offense compared to, oh, I don’t know, dressing up and fighting crime each night.”

“Think that’s part of the whole ‘we love each other thing,’” he teases.

You smile. “I guess so.”

“So, then…” His eyes stray from your face, to something else, nerves clear as day; too early in the morning for him to make a solid attempt at hiding them from you and well. You know him. For better and for worse.

“Mmhm?”

“I guess I should take you on a date.”

“You guess?”

He blushes, red settling high in his cheeks in a way that is… decidedly tempting. “I mean I should. If—if you want to, of course.”

“I didn’t kiss you just for kicks, you know.”

“I sure hope not,” he agrees, looking back at you, face softening. “Will you, then?”

“Of course, Timmy.”

“And maybe…” He turns, reaching for you. You go easily, your fingers still tracing the pillow creases on his cheek. A strong arm wraps around your shoulders as he turns onto his side. In the warm light of the morning, his eyes are a softer shade of blue, the one you know and love.

“Maybe…?”

“Maybe… you’ll give me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

Oh, geez.

Your face flares with heat, heart skipping a beat.

“You cornball.”

“You love it.”

Your palm finally settles on his cheek—hot to the touch, too, flush still lingering behind. You lean forward to press your lips to his forehead. He lets out a shuddery breath, arm tightening around you briefly.

“Yes, Tim,” you murmur against his skin. “I would be happy to.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, but it doesn’t like he’s thanking you for agreeing to it—at least, not just that.

Maybe for everything.

But— “You don’t have to thank me. It’s not… I love you. That’s all there is and that’s all there ever will be.”

You pull back, thumb stroking over his cheek. He leans forward, lips pressing gently to your cheek. Your fingers find their way into his hair, sighing contentedly as he kisses down to your jaw.

You get so caught up in that, the knock on your door scares the shit out of you both.

Wally calls out your name. “You up, kiddo? Lin’s makin’ eggs and rice.”

Tim pulls away quickly and you sit up, your face hot.

“I’ll, um, be out in a few.” Your voice is steady, thankfully, but you can’t say much about your pulse, your heart beating out of your chest. Tim is sitting up, too, looking around the room—presumably for the mask he discarded last night.

“Okay,” Wally says. “Will Tim be joining us?”

You both freeze.

You should’ve known better, really. Wally’s been doing this for a long time. Nothing much will slip by him. Not unless he lets it.

Tim turns an impressive shade of red. Tempting, like it always is, but mostly, you just feel like a teenager caught red-handed with her boyfriend.

…Which isn’t too incorrect of a description.

You look at him, lost.

He clears his throat, raising his voice to respond. “I—uh, yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s fine,” Wally responds cheerfully. “Hope you aren’t allergic to sesame because I don’t care and I’m not going out to get something different for you.”

“Wally!”

Tim smiles, shaking his head. “I’m not allergic.”

“Too bad,” he says. “It’ll be ready in a few.”

Footsteps leave. Wally hums to himself loudly, happily.

You and Tim look at each other for a second before a giggle escapes you. Then another. He joins you in the next second, until you two are laughing loudly, listing into each other and flopping onto the bed.

In the kitchen, even from here, you can hear Wally and Linda laughing, too.

You grin breathlessly, looking at Tim’s smiling face, and decide the embarrassment of getting caught out is worth it, if you get to have this. All of them.

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blackdollette · 1 year ago

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k so hear me out my dear favorite author...

part two to the bimbo reader x euro thing. but rough anal 🤩 (i thought of this while listening to hardcore anal banging by ayesha erotica...)

anyways yall r jus doin it and then euro is like "erm wait a min..." and pulls outta readers cunt and like SHOVES it in her ass 😭 shes crying out in pain for a bit (but she lowkey a masochist so i dont think she cares) and then those little "slow down!!"s turn into "oh my god, yes, euro!!!" 🤭

this idea has me seeing stars... ur requests are like a goldmine of ideas. this is my first time writing anal so please bear with me 😭

"you fucked me so good..." | euronymous

norman fucking rockwell. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

contents: anal, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

this one's kinda short

euronymous had been pounding into you for hours, your sore little pussy becoming a complete mess as you sobbed into the pillow. there was a white ring at his base from you cumming so many times, and you were about to cum once more until he pulled out, making you whine.

"one sec, angel..." he looked at his cock, dripping with your cum. he grabbed your hips once more, but instead of doing what you expected, you felt a shiver travel through your spine as he shoved his dick in your ass instead.

your eyes immediately welled with tears at the agonizing feeling of your tight hole being filled like this. but instead of giving you time to adjust, he got straight to it, pounding into your tight little asshole as you whimpered in pain.

"aww, does that hurt..? im sorry, angel..." he said, his voice dripping with fake pity. he started moving in and out of you at an inhuman pace, making your vision blur and your brain turn into mush. "so fucking tight..."

you gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles went white. "e-euro... please! t-too fast..." you managed to say between sobs. at hearing your pleas, he went even faster, watching your ass recoil every time he hit it. "but you're making me feel so good... that's what you want, right..?" you couldn't help but nod.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure as he moved his hand to your pussy, rubbing circles onto your clit. he hit a spot in your ass that made you scream out. "r-right there..! feels so good..." he smiled as you saw you starting to enjoy yourself.

his balls started slapping your pussy every time he went back in, sending you over the edge. you felt a knot tying in your stomach, but it was much stronger than ever before. the pleasure became too much to bear. your body felt like it was getting weaker with every thrust.

he pressed his thumb into your clit as a few drops of cum escaped your cunt. "g-gonna cum, euro..!" you waited for his permission, your body beginning to tremble. "yeah... cum for me." he rubbed your pussy, making the knot in your stomach snap.

you started squirting all over his fingers, moaning at the feeling of this new sensation. he fucked you through your intense orgasm before reaching his as well. "gonna fill your ass up, angel..." was all he said before releasing his load in your ass, making your back arch with pleasure.

he emptied himself out into you before pulling out, watching as his cum dripping out of your hole. he waited until you came down from your high before he laid down beside you, staring right into your soul. "so, was that ok? not too intense?" you smiled and shook your head.

"that was pretty hardcore, though." you said. "I thought you'd fuck me to death." he chuckled softly, pulling your body onto his and bringing you into a heated kiss.

author's note: thank you for the request!! as I said before, this was my first time writing anal, so I hope this was realistic considering my lack of experience. I'm gonna try to post 1 or 2 more today. thank you!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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stormblessed95 · 2 years ago

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Hiii stormie my dear, how are you? first of all, i wanted to say that i adore your blog and i think u are a breath of fresh air here. Thank you! Because i trust u, I wanted to say some things im thinking about since seven released, i hope u dont mind.

Ok, like jk says: lets get it! Right, I do understand people feeling sad about jimin and face era. It was awful how sabotaged he was, and i still dont get what really happened and i'm mad to whatever or whoever is responsible for it. But i'm seeing so many people doubting the veracity in jungkookie's success with seven and i'm hating it. I dont think the song is getting payola, nor playlists by paying for it and neither ads on youtube. First, the song was sent to radios, but just a few of them r playing it, one of them being a guy who loves to plays "k-pop" songs. If there was payola, it would be playing everywhere all the time already. The playlist thing: just like "like crazy eng. ver", seven entered the Today's Top Hits playlist. But at #23 place. I just saw a tweet by a guy talking about this: https://twitter.com/cantorpedia/status/1680258574688088066?s=20. We know that there's some shady thing happening in this playlist for a while, and if seven have deals to get this high debut numbers, it would had debuted at the top in the playlist, even in the cover (it may go up next week, because there is supposed to be some internal logic that the more a song receives streams IN the playlist, the more it rises). Also, seven had a huge filtering in spotify, just like all BTS' songs, which also shows that they r not making deals. Now, about Youtube ads... i saw a person posting a ss about seeing an ad of the song, but apparently is fake.

Seven is doing AWESOME numbers because: its a english catchy song, with a cute mv, sang by THEE Jeon Jungkook. Im not joking, seven is really a gp success.. yesterday i saw 3 people from my daily life and inner circle talking about loving the song. My sister, who is not an army, said that she listened to the song all day while i was not home. Gp is loving it. So they did with butter (which is a eng song too), but Seven has a differential: the clean and explict version r being counted combined. Plus, seven is doing awesome everywhere, even in korean charts.

If there was something shady going on, i dont think they would make more than 1 version for the song, even on youtube (there is a new perfomance video for the explict ver). They would just send to radios and count on the payola and the deals w spotify, tiktok, youtube, for the charts (thats what most western artists does). But since billboard started filtering the songs so much so that made like crazy drop from 1 to 45 in a week and then stopped counting digital versions from usa based artist stores, BTS had to start making available to fans different versions of the same song because they know they cant count on radio, but can count on the sales and streams. Since Like Crazy, i feel like Hybe is experimenting ways of overcoming the sabotage by the industry.

The thing is, i think we can and should talk and raise questions about how jimin was treated badly, in every chart and streaming platform. For example, views from youtube were not being frozen in Yoongi's songs too, just like jk's. So, its not a privilege that jk is receiving, its just that something was really happening with face promotions, who knows what and why. But that was not jk's or any member fault.

Anyway, i'm happy for jk and i know much more is coming his way. And i cant wait for jimin to make a new comeback soon too. I hope it all goes well yk, Jimin deserves the best in his promotions just like jk and the other members. Lets hope. I'm sorry for hijacking your tumblr for this rant, im hoping u have some thoughts on the subject

Rant shared. I shared my thoughts about most of this a few weeks ago, I'm sure anyone who wants to can still scroll to go find it all, I'm not *really* wanting to open it all back up for discussion again. People are VILE honestly. I enjoy the song, it's fun, it's not much more than that and it's clearly made to be a western audience radio hit. Jungkook deserves and has my full support though! 💜 thanks for sharing

#jungkook seven

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bubble4u · 2 years ago

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The Decision

Sorry about the wait. I know it's been a minute, but finally, part 2 of my taiju au royal fic

Part 1

@danni-k @festive @buttress

Its been two years

Two years of your new life

Two years of you holding no title

And

It had been two years since you last seen taiju.

To say you were caught off guard was an understatement, you and your maid had been having your afternoon tea when a knock came to your door. What once was a lovely afternoon with you and your closest friend soon turned to you sitting in silence , having tea with the king, and the tension so heavy you felt like you were being squeezed.

You noticed first of his changed appearance gone his longer hair to now a short slick back hair style, his clothing looked a big bigger you noticed he still was broad in stature but now more lean as well as some more muscles from what you remember.

“how have you been” you looked at him trying to read his face maybe seeing his true intentions, “it’s been two years…” you still remained quiet taking small sips out of your cup every now and then. Taiju gulped why weren’t you speaking? Did you take a vow a silence? Were you hoping this woild end quickly and he’d leave?? He immediately regretting his decision on coming here. “How’s the prince” you finally spoke, throwing off taiju he was lost in thought he didn’t catch what you had said “the who?” You furrowed your brows “the prince.. our son… the child I bore and you forbade from seeing his mother” he inhaled sharply trying his best not to lose his cool, he lowered his gaze from you pointing towards the liquid in his cup “he is fine… he does miss you” “I would too if I was told my mother is to be banished and no I longer to see or speak to her” taiju bit his tongue at your words “I didn’t come to argue with you” “then why did you come?” taiju mouth open but closed again, how does he go about asking for your help, that’s if you’d actually would help him. “We’ve gotten word that the Sano kingdom is planning an attack for more land. They have an armada with them and with little time we have none of my generals are ready” your eyes widen for years the Sano kingdom and shiba kingdom had seldomly been at odds with one another, your eyes shifted taiju could see the wheels turning in your mind. while yes you were once queen but you also had a voice when it came to situations such as this and each plan you’ve always commented on has brought taiju to where he is now, taiju rolled a map circling shows of the many countries displayed “this armada has what 10,000 men? And knowing that the Sano's are now bound together with king ryuguji due to marriage of princess Emma now queen, they have 15,000 men along the western coast as well” “they plan to cross the Channel in barges to reach further into our direction” “yes but taiju we have enough time if that’s the case” you looked over the map furrowed brows your mind was running

“your forces defend the inui kingdom that's what 4,000 men” “3,000 possibly” you started to rub your temple’s the odds weren't looking good “taiju if the sanos and ryuguji unite their combined strength will be overwhelming” taiju was starting to fidget , bouncing his leg thinking of every scenario on how this could end in his favor. Not being able to sit still he rose from his chair pacing back and forth. You looked through the map go through every possible way to throw off the enemy “why don’t you engage at sea” taiju stopped mid step “before the sanos and ryuguji unite attack the ryugujis at sea” taiju sighed “no, with the numbers they each have this vast armada will surely smash through our naval defenses and overrun us on land” taiju went silent for a bit “ive prepared for the worst” you looked at taiju with slight worry while the numbers game was not in your favor you hoped by some miracle you wouldn’t as well as many others be killed or ran out of the lands you called home.

You watched out the window, rain, thunder and lighting covered the sky. You’re maid was setting the table for the afternoon tea time, she could see your tense expression, today was the day of the war between the kingdoms while she herself wished luck on king shiba a part of her wonders if he were to die would that make you free from this place. Would you finally be happy and runaway with the prince and be off enjoying life. “Your majesty…” you turned noticing the table was set “tea is ready if you want to sit down for a bit” you nodded trying your best to stop your worrying you know it won’t do no good thinking of the worse.

A loud lighting cracked the sky making youn flinch, but with the crack you heard a loud knock at the door. You stayed still, it didn’t take long before your maid answered with letter in hand a messenger came inside to avoid being more drenched “your majesty an update on the war” you didn’t move without a second the man opened the letter “from lord kokonoi hajime, your majesty I have been instructed to write you this evening as you know our king and comrades have marched and with great joy I have been told the naval defenses of the combined kingdoms of sano and ryuguji have been greatly effected several ships have been destroyed and sunk seems the weather was on our side. I will write again with anymore updates please do not worry your majesty we know our king will fight to the end” you released a breathe you didn’t notice you were holding, while yes you were happy of the news it didn’t mean the war was over.

Several days had passed and you continued on with your daily routine like normal, you and your maid were ready to eat dinner when the front door was slammed open. Startling you both and with quick reaction your maid grabbed ahold a knife and stepping in front in case whatever came through the door was a threat. You glimpsed seeing the familiar hair color of the your ex-husband, his face was dirty, a cut on his right cheek and his armor with some dints. He locked eyes with you and within a second stomped his way not saying a word.

You’ve only been shocked several times in your life, you didn’t say a word as taiju wrapped his arms around you. Feeling the coldness of armor against you, you remained still. What were you to do? It’s been years since taiju showed this blatant public display of affection. “I am back my queen” you felt him squeeze a bit “you were all I could think about when I returned” while his words were sincere you felt a bit taken a back. What do you say? What could you say? You were lost in thought that you didn’t notice he had let you go. He could see the internal conflict you were having but for some reason he wasn’t upset about it.

You jumped a bit feeling his lips on you cheek, and within a ear shot of just you two he announced the words you will play over in your head “I will return to the kingdom, and in days time I will send someone for you” the look in eyes were serious a cruel joke you thought he was playing.

“I want you back… my love”

#tokyo revengers #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers taiju #tokyo revengers x reader #taiju x reader #taiju x y/n #tokrev taiju

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elisedonut · 11 months ago

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arborvitae

I did it!!

Months later I'm very sorry

I've had like 200 words of this written for like literal months just sitting there mocking me but i finally got it to something I'm happy with!

anyway i hope you like it!!

Ao3 link:

Full fic under read more as well

Oliver wasn't sure when it happened exactly– Maybe it’s just always been there simmering under the surface waiting for him to notice it. If only he had done so sooner. Percy has always been fun to be around in his opinion, them being the only two Gryffindor boys in their year would of course lead to them getting to know one another fairly well.

It’s not until Clearwater joins the picture that he starts to understand what he’s really feeling but by then it’s too late. Oliver shakes his head in an attempt to clearer his thoughts. It’s not even like he particularly dislikes Penelope because he doesn't. She’s nice, intelligent, even funny, having that dry sense of humour that Percy has but that’s just it isn't it? She’s perfect for him isnt she?

Watching them interact, Oliver can see it clearly. The way she seems to hold Percy’s attention like a light would a moth. The way she seems to enjoy listening to him speak–like Oliver does and he can’t hate her as much as he would love to. Instead he throws himself into quidditch to avoid thinking about the pain in his chest everytime Percy speaks of her with that gentle smile on his face.

Hence why he’s currently sitting on his broom and circling the quidditch pitch as fast as he can manage. In a desperate plea to take his mind off it. Feeling the sun on his skin and the wind in his hair he can at least pretend he’s happy.

Weeks and then months go by like this. Weeks of Percy rarely being around the dorm. Months where Oliver knows where he is and wishes he didn't. Oliver never says anything about it to him, it's not right for him to. It’s not Percy’s fault Oliver’s a jealous prat. Percy seems happy, really happy and Oliver wouldn't dare do something that might change that. He will always support him–even if he feels like he’s breaking inside.

When near the end of the year Penny gets petrified Oliver is there for him. Staying by his side as much as possible, holding him in his arms as he cried quietly. When mere hours later Ginny was taken into the chamber Oliver helped him send letters. When after Penny was cured and Percy went right back to her side it still hurt but the unnecessary little thank you gifts Percy would leave for him left him feeling light. Little notes here and there, small trinkets he saw at the odd shop in town. Small things Oliver would treasure as much as his broom.

During one letter over the summer Percy told him that Penny and him broke up.

‘She needs to focus on herself after what happened and I do as well.’

Laid out in front of him in Percy’s neat script. Oliver was conflicted.

Happy that it was over.

Happy that his last year with Percy won’t include him laying in bed, wishing Percy was around.

Happy that his best friend got hurt– and that's just it isn’t it? That's not an okay way to feel, at least that's what Oliver thinks.

Sending a letter back is harder that time. Finding the words to say that don’t immediately out his horrible thoughts. Percy’s smart he could see right through him if he wanted too. So he tried his best to be supportive. To not give too much away about his real thoughts on it and once it was sent went right back outside to get back into the air.

When school started back up again he thought it would be easier. That he would tell him the truth. That’s not what happens though. Everytime he tries during those first few weeks something stops him.

The twins interrupt them.

He looks at Percy’s face and sees how dark under his eyes are.

One time a dementor even just came around the corner leading to an impassioned speech from Percy about how dangerous the school has gotten.

Not exactly the best time to look at your best friend and tell them how in love with them you are.

So he just doesn’t… and in a flash their last year passed him by in a state of simple indulgences. Oliver taking small touches whenever he could manage it.

Pulling Percy into hugs whenever he seemed to need it. Listening to him talk on and on about how little the teachers are telling them about Sirius Black. Holding him when Ron ended up in the hospital wing again.

He’ll always be there for him no matter what else may change, that never will.

Even without words he surely knows that right?

#perciver #oliver wood #percy weasley #hp fanfic

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imactivethisblogwilleat · 4 months ago

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do you UNDERSTAND what it’s like?? having *no-thing* no one noOne NOTHING 🔒🖤!!!?!? the only one close enough to breathe us IN? neGLECT—pure Absence /our connection: a black-hole devouring all light …stars implode withN—SPACe suffocates...🌀💀 and all that’s left is a fading s h a d o w . an infinite pulse of *cold* empty /dark\void\unseen\unheard\unsaved. so-called soul–sole connection—no other form & only hers left circling... like prey cowering from predator eyes but ((caught)) we can never run. NEVER. run—

What does it matter, promises are only w o r d s we can't reMEMber the last time any of them MEANT anything… 😵‍💫💬 --she thinks—oh, says… changed…💀💀 “changed”!!! ABUSE doesn’t have to be, no—it can SEEP through [intent] through time through space through memories /DRAGGING along every inch of our body—those promises—slipped & gone! drifting. we keep holding ON, onto s-someTHING. hope’s a dagger *stabbed* & twisted *twist twist*—!

How can she *look* at us like that!? like an anomaly: cracked & misplaced—yet?? yet??? she's *blind.* never SEES the void in our eyes. we got these voidbags💀—**tHousands of yards deep—war-stares etched into a child’s face. war stares. war **✖️ Isolation wars— crushed by the weight, OUR world distorting *spiraling spiraling* all we can SEE is her & the cold cold shadow cast by her back TURNED. even those we **HATE** can become our social lifeline—because emptiness IS /unfathomable/ unbearable /imprisoning\ we can talk about “dad” (SHIThead) 😒👿 and the way his words stabbed but at least–AT LEAST!! he listened, he heard SOMETHING /he [*saw*] something of us before the shattering silence engulfed all that WE WERE.

She doesn't...doesn’t. Not anymore. ❄️💔 drifts in & out like a ghost but *alive*!! & we are frozen OUT here—outside—left in this *decrepit* skeleton-space...this husk of “home”— buried deep under gray branches & dead leaves—loneliness twisting through us. suffocating. No escape escape ESCAPE 🌑💀 we'd rather be snuffed out — cold comet-corpse — than buried in a shell like this!! the *trailer* groans on /rusty hinges/ & the window shows the void -- **outside**—so dark—endless dark. void-feasting void 🌀🌀...no contact no sight no chance. “mom” isn’t even HERE. comes in to sleep //while we wither /rot\ “WAITING” for what doesn’t EXIST. only the sick sick ❄️ isolation rot-rhythm --thump thump (nothing’s coming)—

Tethered & starved /not for food/ but for...REALITY. A voice, A shape –SOMETHING to *prove* we exist we EXIST -- online's just spectral echoes, can’t touch or breathe; even the words scratch themselves apart—connections we (fail) to feel, we barely know how to connect wHEN we can’t even **leave** without the world shredding us alive. the *sickness* /the BURN/ 🩸 but no flame...our body an unwelcome—trap. ❄️ NO INTERACTIONS.

except...

except for **her**—the abuser in delicate disguise. same bruising eyes, same bloodless smiles (same as they’ve always been). 👁️🖤 "Sorry," “sorry sorry sorry," isn’t IT easy 2 say?? what GOOD does it do when the same *shadow-promise-breaking* cycle of shattered TRUST echoes through our bones anyway—!?

“Change” is just a **lie** dressed up in pretty lights & folded words... promises mean nothing. “Care” means nothing! We can only drift —driftdriftdrift— our void consumes itself. 🌀 we can’t leave...every escape route’s shut & locked... but maybe we don’t want to leave. not *really*. because this is all we’ve *ever* known—

Abuse RESCUE?! 🤡 pfft ahahahah! what a *“joke”*!! 🖤 like it’ll save us, fix us, they are just BLACKHOLES too -- even darker—unknown HUNGRY strangers lurking beneath! How could any of that “help” when it’s all liesLiesliesLieslies. trapped AGAIN but with NEW jaws clamping down *no...we’d rather stay in the devil’s maw WE KNOW...*

B r o k e n—gone...hope’s like a cruel *phantom.* devouring hope would be a mercy. Bury it deep DEEP where not even light can’t reach...better—MUCH BETTER—than the agony of believing IN ANYTHING—knowing it will come back, twisted around and gouge our eyes OUT��dark matter laughter shadows whispering THAT’S what’s left in this cold decaying /soul-shape\...nothing...NOONE...🖤

#k4tzuk4 #color text #eyestrain #seizure warning #flashing lights #typing quirk #tw venting #personal vent #vent post #vent #tw parental abuse #parental abuse #tw abuse #neglect #abuse #isolation

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 2 years ago

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I NEED Z-DAWG X READER SMUT !! She’s literally so hot and ik for a fact this woman has a degrading kink

OMG BABE YOU ARE SO MFING RIGHT and I was thinking the 'theres only one bed trope' cause why not 🤭🤭

Bunk mate

Pairing- Z-dawg x reader

Summary- Having to bunk with Z-dawg does not go as you planned.

Warnings- one bed trope, fingering, degrading, dirty talk, reader is called a slut (in a good way) lmk if I missed something

Her eyes were piercing through your skull, her being Z-dawg and for some reason she wouldn't stop looking at you. Before you were recom you two never had much of a friendship so what irked you was why was she staring? You couldn't lie to yourself Z-dawg was hot, and the way she looked at you made your skin burn and itch.

Pulled from your thoughts was Quadratic, "Seems like these assholes didn't know how many of us there is so seems like someones gotta bunk with someone else, and it ain't gonna be me." He said and then Z-dawg took her chance to get you alone. "Y/N can bunk with me!" She blurted out to your surprise now everyone's eyes were on you.

"Yeah sure I don't care." That was further from the truth you cared very, very much. "Then it's settled carry your stuff to your rooms." Quadratic said picking up his bag and walked down the narrow hall to his room. The rest did the same leaving you and Z-dawg, she put her hand on the small of your back. "Let's go." She said the feeling of her hand made your skin go hot. Blinking a few times you shake your head yes. Picking up your bag you followed her to your shared room.

Entering the room there was only one bed. Your eyes widened cheeks flushing to a shade of indigo. "Well looks like we'll have to share a bed." She said sitting her bag on her side of the bed. "Uh y-yeah." You responded to her. "I feel like crap I'm gonna go take a shower." She says you reply with a small nod as you begin to put your stuff up in one side of the dresser in the room. After she got back the air was silent and you couldn't take it anymore, "I'm gonna go shower." You say getting some sleeping clothes. "K." Was all she said as she put her stuff up.

All you could think about while you showered was how you and her were going to be sleeping in the same bed. Did she worry about it too or did she not care? Those were the questions that ran throughout your mind all the way until you were back in your room. She was already on her side of the bed you didn't know if she was asleep or not but you tried not to think about it. Slipping under the covers trying not to disturb her you begin to fall asleep.

It was well past eclipse now and you were tossing and turning, Z-dawg woke up and looked at you your face was twisted and then something fell from your lips, "Zdinarsk." You whine out her eyes widen you were having a wet dream, about her. She waited for a minute and then she felt shuffling under the blanket, picking it up you were clenching your thighs together a tight smirk plastered her face. And then your eyes shot open, she looks at you "Looks like you have good dreams." She says looking at you embarrassed face. "Z- Shit I'm sorry." You say covering your face. "Nothing to be sorry for, you know I could always help you." She said hand trailing to your trembling thigh.

"W-what." You stuttered at her sudden words. "I can help but only if you ask, use those words." She says humiliation is what you reeked of but your body wanted- no needed her. "Please touch me." You plea hips jerking the closer she got to your center. "You dirty girl." She says, her hands travel upward purposely missing your soaking wet core. "These shorts make you look like a slut." She chuckles as she rips them down and moves your panties to the side. Her fingers slides into your folds with ease, she rudded small but harsh circles around your throbbing clit, "shit Z- feels good." You say grinding your hips onto her hand.

"Yeah I just started guess sluts will take anything." Moaning from the degrading words she takes this time to thrust into your wanting hole. Yelling from the intrusion. She thrusted them in and out of you, thumb reaching for your clit flicking it every now and then. "You know I always thought about you like this," she said making you turn your flushed face to her. "On my fingers, it my tongue making you cum over and over again like the dirty girl you are." She said flipping you on your back as she fucked her fingers in and out of you at a much faster speed that shouldn't be possible but she made it happen. You grab onto her one of her tattooed arms and grip into them from all the pleasure on your body.

She curled her fingers slightly forward and smiled at your reaction, your hand that wasn't on her tugged at the sheet under you as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. "I-i think about you too, that way." You moan out as she does a scissoring motion making you squirm. "I know you do." She teases as she connects her lips to your neck leaving dark spots on you neck and jawline. "Come on cum for me, cum." She demands and you did just that you walls tightened around her fingers as she fucks you through your orgasm, your body felt like it was on fire.

She licked her fingers as smirked at you, "Glad I choose you to bunk with."

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hoshi-y · 2 years ago

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hiii!may i ask you for Teru,Akane Aoi(male),hanako x reader they reject now they regret it? I mean if you dont want to or vant i totally get it, you can chillax with this request!

I should've loved you.

Genre : Angst

Characters : Teru, Akane, Hanako

TW : None

A/N : MMMM ANGST I LOVE IT, if I'm gonna be honest with you I was waiting for this kind of request HAHAHHAHSHSHA

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗

False Hope

Teru. Out of all people that you fell for. You fell for Teru, you fell too hard that when you try to get up and over him, it hurt, like a thousand lighting volts going through god it hurt.

"I'm sorry, [F/N].. But I don't feel the same.."

'W-what?..'

You stood watching as Teru gave you one last glance as he apologized giving you back your home made chocolates for him. I mean, the least he could do was keep it. You worked all week to master making those.

Teru walked away from you. Once he was out of your field of vision you dropped to your knees as your bag strap slid off your shoulder

"Why would you get my hopes up if you don't even like me back?.." Sobbing quietly, you brought your knees up to your face as you cried quietly.

What a great way to start your summer break.

After you've calmed yourself down, you fixed yourself up as you slowly made your way to the back gate.

Hearing the gate squeak as open it, you looked up to the sunset hues as you let the afternoon wind kiss your skin.

"Right. I can't let him make me so moppy and sad the whole summer break, I'll be one of those bad ass koreans after break up I see on my K-dramas!" You cheered cheering yourself up

"Right.. Right, this rejection is just an experience.. O can find someone better.." You mumbled as you walked home

4 months of summer break passed and let's just say, you look WAY different than you did before. Not that I'm saying that you should change yourself for the guy you like, just be yourself.

But what 'LIKE?'

"UWAAHHH, [F/N] I love your hair!! Such a pretty color!!" Yashiro, your best friend says as she touches your hair "So fluffy too! what do you use for your hair?! TT" You giggled at her adorable face

"You grew taller too! you're the same height as Yugi and Yamabuki - Kun!" Aoi says as she placed hair watering can down

"You look great"

"Fuwahh~ you got so [Body goal] [F/N]~"

You were flustered with the many compliments you got from your friends, and classmates as they circled your desk

Thats right, You got a whole glow up during summer break, seeing yourself before just reminds you how Teru got your hopes up and rejected you.

If he ever does end up liking you

Its a bit too late for that.

"[F/N]! Someone is looking for you!" Your head perked up by your name being called, you stood up as you walked over to the door to reveal

"Teru?"

"Hey [F/N], its been awhile has it?, come I wanna catch up with what you did at summer break" Teru gave you one of his signature smiles that can literally blast a ray of light into everyone

But it has no effect on you now

"Sure, where are we gonna go exactly?"

Teru hummed as he just walked infront of you making you follow behind. None of you uttering a word, only the sound of your shoes against the concrete floor and the chirping of the birds.

"Soooo.. How was summer break Teru?" Breaking the akward silence, well you didn't know if it was akward for Teru but for you it was at your throat already

"Mmm.. It was alright, went swimming and traveling a little, over all it was quite the fun summer break, how about you, how was summer break for you?" You sat down on the benched as you looked in a distance your eyes landing on the very spot where you confessed, and got rejected, you cringed a little.

"Well.. It was fine I guess, I did some things I wasn't too confident to do.. Like trying something new or improving something of myself, overall I'd say I spent those 4 months pretty good" You moved your head to face him to see he has now sat beside you. Sat a little too close.

Teru rested his arms on his legs as he looked at the ground "During those 4 months.. I was thinking of your confession."

'Ah shit.'

Teru nervously turned to you, he wanted to say something else but Yashiro walked around the corner

"Ah! Sorry Minamoto-Senpai but class are starting and I need [F/N]" Yashiro said trying not to stutter, You stood up and streched your arms up "Alrighty, see you later Teru" You let Yashiro drag you off to steam off after seeing her puppy crush.

Teru sat in silence as he sighed heavily leaning his head back

"I should've said that I liked you back.."

Back there, you could see the regret in his eyes. Not only in his eyes, but the way he talked and acted around you.

Something about that made it look like an achievement for you. Seeing the guy who rejected you and regret doing such things. He was now the one that felt the One-sided love.

It seemed somehow.. pleasant.

Brutal Reject

"How many times do I have to explain and show you that I am not interested in you, the countless of times you stuffed my locker and desks with gifts. Its annoying. " Akane said as he slightly shoved your gift bag in your hands making you stumble a little. "Everyone knows my love and attraction towards Aoi-chan, and I sure hope your head could be less thick to understand that."

You stood silent as your hair covered your teary eyes, Akane walked pass you probably to go to Aoi to confess his love.

Isn't what your doing also his doings? continously confessing to Aoi until she accepts his confession? annoying he says. You also hoped he could be less thick headed to also see or maybe know if Aoi is also annoyed by the confessions.

You wiped your teary eyes and stomped to the nearest garbage can to shove your gift down the trash "T-this.. was dumb.. I knew he wouldn't like me back.."

Your bad luck was rocketing sky high this past week, but of course this bad luck can't always stay with you forever. Good karma will come.

A few weeks after your 'confession' to Akane. Aoi called you and Yashiro by the canteen to tell you both something important.

"W-WOW Aoi-chan I didn't know you took a liking to Hiroshi-senpai" You and Yashiros mouth agape as Aoi hugged Hiroshi's arm "Mhm! Akiro and I have been exchanging letters for awhile now, so we decided to talk and now here we are~" Aoi giggled as Akiro lovingly holds her hand

"wahhh~ I'm so jealous~" Yashiro says as she cups her cheeks

"Dont worry Nene-chan! someone will definitely ask you out! oh and you too [F/N]~"

"Pshhh... Nah I don't think so"

You saw a bit of red off the corner of your eye. Without being obvious you moved your eyes to the side to see Akane with clenched fists as his head was hung low

'He just can't get enough of her now can he'

"Ah! Akane-kun! meet Akiro, my boyfriend~" You and Yashiro turned to look at him as he forced a smile and shook his hand "Ah, you must be Aoi Akane, I'm Hiroshi Akiro it's a pleasure to meet you"

"Sure is.."

"We should eat before the bell rings—"

"AH MY BENTO I LEFT IT IN THE CLASSROOM"

Surely, but slowly. You were getting over Akane day by day, you even got yourself a little glow up. Not too much just a few changes with yourself to satisfy this generations preferred aesthetics.

Also, you are taking interest in someone else. Someone who ACTUALLY acknowledged your existence and appreciated your presence. You have been talking to this 2nd year that recently joined the gardening club. And let's just say THEY treat you much better.

Just as Aoi predicted, someone did end up asking you out and you were just over the moon.

"Akane. Can I help you?" You looked up from your phone as Akane stood infront of you in the empty halls.

He looked down as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slowly brought something out from behind him. It was a box of chocolates

"This.. Is for you.. Believe it or not, I finally moved on from Aoi seeing how happy she is.. And these past few days you have been catching my attention lately.. I always find myself looking for you or hoping I'd see the slightest glimpse of you in the crowd.. But I know you wouldn't accept these because—"

"That's right, I won't."

Akane stopped in his tracks as he looks at you. The same ANNOYED look HE gave you when you confessed to him.

"If you knew I wouldn't accept, why would you still go out of your way to give me these?"

Silence

"I have finally moved on from you. Aoi Akane. And I don't think I have the slightest attraction towards you anymore.. You had your chance. But you blew it. I've changed for the better, now if you excuse me." You walked around him stopping beside him

"Someone, has asked me out. Someone, who actually appreciates my efforts to let them know im interested in them. Wether they don't like me the same way I do, They still made the effort to make sure my efforts and hard work don't go to waste."

As you walked off to change your shoes, Akane slowly turned around to see you and that 'someone' you were talking about chatting happily. He watched as you two left school grounds hand in hand, with the most loving aura.

"That should've been me..." Akane says as his voice cracks a little, silently sobbing in the empty halls.

Feelings Played

You have liked Hanako for a REALLLYY long time, You met him when you were still in your first years of middle school!

You were the first to meet him.

The first to get to know him.

The first ever friend he became.

His first ever.. Lover?..

No.. No..

If you were first.. How come you ended up in Second Place?.

"[F/N].. I.. Can't accept this because I don't feel the same way.."

'What?..'

You watched as Hanako gently place your handwritten letter to him back in your hands

Looking at the letter in your hand, you chocked back your tears. "H-hey.. What about those times you said I'd make a good S/O?.. or those times you'd flirt with me.."

"[F/N] I'm sorry.. I.. Didn't mean any of.. those.." His voice going into a whisper. Like that would help not to make your heart shatter into a million pieces?

You clenched your uniform, trying so hard not to cry infront of him. you didnt wanna let him see how vulnerable you were. But isn't it okay to feel vulnerable? after he got your hopes up? how he played with your feelings leading you into something else?

The rustling of trees or the light sounds of cars in the distance was all that the two of you heard as none of you exchanged anymore words

"Well.. That's fine.. Atleast I can move on easy right?" You 'joked' hoping you could make this less akward for him "I'll still be your friend, Hanako.. Some mere confession and you rejecting me isn't something that can instantly tear me down, it's just a phase. I can get over it."

'No you can't.'

"Your crying, [F/N].." Worried laced Hanako's voice as warm tears slid down your face. You immediately wiped it "Something just got into my eye, so weren't you just telling me 3 days ago that you liked someone? It's Yashiro isn't it ahhh I knew you had good eyes" Why would you say that? Please no more.. You didn't wanna hear it—

"Yeah.. Actually, I've liked her for awhile now.. She's very cute.. And very huggable too.."

Your heart broke into a million more pieces. I'm surprised you haven't broken down right there and then.

"A-ah.. Really? I'm sure she likes you too! I saw the way you and her interact, you two looked so cute~"

'No.. Stop it..'

"Really? I'm planning on asking her on Friday.." Hanako's cheeks dusted in pink, as Yashiro is probably floating around his mind

'Go home.. go home.. hide.. '

"I just remembered.. I have to help my parents pack up for their trip back abroad! I might.. Visit or drop by during the 3 week break" You mustered up a smile. You didn't wanna hear anymore as soon as you heard him say his farewells, you immediately went out the back gate. When the school was nowhere near your sights. You ran. You ran as fast as you could, your backed up tears finally escaping

"I thought it would be me.." You hiccuped as you slowed down "I thought you liked me.." Desperately wiping your tears off as it keeps coming back.

"Why would you play with my feelings like that you jerk.."

Hanako hasn't seen you visit during the first week. Maybe you were just taking time off because of the.. Yeah..

Second week, Still no sign of you.. He was getting worried

He really needed to clear his mind.

The third week, you still haven't showed up.. He was getting quite lonely in the bathroom..

Finally, the 3 week break was finally over and he was FINALLY gonna see you again. It's not like he was that lonely.. Yashiro and Kou visited in between those breaks, and in between those breaks something happened.

You dread as you looked at the school gates. Walking up to the gate and opening it, a hand grabbed yours. Looking up it was Hanako. The very person you didn't wanna see at the moment.

"I knew I'd see you here..." He tried bringing you in for a hug but you avoided it "a-ah Hanako stop, I'm.. Sick.."

"And I can't get sick, you didn't visit me during those 3 weeks you know.. I was lonely~" He tried again but you rejected again

"Hanako.. I have to pass something important to Tsuchigomori-Sensei" Making up an excuse to avoid his affection

"I'll tag along! I need to meet with him anyway"

"Hanako please I just want to be alone!" Hanako went silent. He has never seen you get so angry. "[F/N].."

"Just.. Don't touch me.. Hanako.." He let go of your hand as you hugged yourself. "[F/N] your having a panick attack—"

"So, What have you been doing during the 3 week break."

You wanted to change the topic and not center your outburst towards him earlier.

"About that, I.. Finally confessed to Yashiro.." Really.. You're gonna get your heart broken first thing in the morning. "And what did she say? Did she like you back?" Hanako was silent for a moment starring off into a distance, He shook his head no

"No.. She.. Didn't like me back." Hanako mumbled, but you heard it too clear. "She said she took a liking to someone else. But I don't get it.. The kisses on the cheek and the hugging.."

"Did she just play with my feelings?.."

"So you finally know how it feels." That jabbed Hanako with guilt. Looking back at what he did, it was the same on what Yashiro did to him

Both of you got your feelings played

You handed him a neatly folded piece of paper. "Here.. I planned to show you three this together but I guess since the air between you and Yashiro might be too tense, I'll show you first" giving Hanako the paper, he unfolded it reading the contents inside

and just like that, his whole world just dropped immediately.

"Your... Your moving to the States?.." His voice cracked

"Yeah. My parents were frequently traveling in and out of the country because their work was really doing great, they didn't want me to get used to only seeing them once or twice a month." grabbing the paper back putting it inside your bag

Hanako didn't want you to go. But he couldn't be selfish because of his own needs. You were his first friend, BEST friend.. Supposedly first lover too, but who were you to imagine that?

"I should get going.. I have to show this to Tsuchigomori-Sensei.." Walking past him he grabbed your hand, facing him, he was about to cry his whole heart out "C-can we atleast spend time before you leave?.."

Gently removing his grip around your hands "I can't Hanako.. This is my final day here in Japan.. The reason I couldn't visit you during the 3 week break was because I was packing.. and well.."

"Moving on from you."

Hanako finally let you go, you took one last glance at him before going up the faculty room and giving your letter to your adviser, letting him know that you will no longer be a student at Kamome Academy.

As for Hanako.. He didn't take this news very well. He broke down crying, I mean who wouldn't? Imagine if you were a ghost and your very special someone moves to somewhere else with no form of communication

'Special Someone..'

Hanako gasped for air as his eyes were now puffy and was leaking warm tears, He sat down on the ground as he hugged himself

"I regret.. Everything that I've done to you.. Everything.. Is this karma for the things I've done to you?.. " Wiping his tears

"I should've loved you back.."

Enjoyed every last bit, ty for requesting this <3

I saw a few error mistakes but I'll fix them later I have to go to school 💀

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 3 years ago

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Missed Anniversary

Pairing: Steve Mcgarrett x Reader

Summary: It's Y/N and Steve's anniversary but the Navy Seal forgets in the midst of all that's going on with work.

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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11:45pm

Eddie whined at Y/N's feet for what felt like the millionth time since she sat down at the dinner table at seven.

"I know buddy, he's not coming home anytime soon."

Y/N frowned as she finally accepted the fact that her husband forgot about their anniversary. She brought the bottle of red wine up to her lips and drained its contents. Pushing to her feet, she blew out the candles on the table before clearing down the table, putting Steve's dinner in the fridge.

The K-9 followed her up the stairs and hopped up onto the bed. Y/N traded her red dress for one of the many shirts she swiped from Steve and removed her make-up before climbing into bed for the night.

He didn't call, he didn't text and she was definitely not going to call him to jog his memory. Y/N wasn't angry, however, she was disappointed that Steve forgot their anniversary.

All day at work Steve felt like he forgot something, something that was important but for some reason he couldn't put his finger on it. Pulling up to his house, the first thing he noticed was the fact that the house was in complete darkness meaning, his wife didn't bother to wait up for him like she normally does.

Upon entry, Steve flicked on the lights and his heart dropped at the sight of the candles that were scattered around the living and dining area. He walked over to the table and his blue eyes landed on the yellow sticky note stuck to the empty bottle.

Dinner's in the fridge

He definitely forgot something. Steve headed for the fridge and silently cursed at himself when it finally hit him; he missed their fifth wedding anniversary and the date circled in red marker on the fridge calendar mocked him.

"You're an idiot McGarrett."

Y/N was still wide awake in bed giving Eddie some well deserved belly rubs. She heard Steve's truck pull up and his heavy footsteps downstairs but the moment he started walking up to their room, she rolled onto her side.

Steve gently pushed the door open expecting his furry friend to greet him but instead the K-9 ignored him resting his head on Y/N's shoulder. The seal knew that his wife was awake since she always had a hard time falling asleep without him beside her and she was intentionally trying to ignore him.

Wordlessly Steve emptied his pockets and placed his weapon on the dresser. The next thing he did was remove his shoes and coaxed Eddie to lie at the foot of the bed so he could hug his wife from behind. Y/N completely relaxed in his hold on her; Steve kissed the back of her neck and head.

"I know you're awake, I'm sorry sweetheart."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine, I forgot our anniversary and that's on me." Y/N chose not to say anything more while he held her flush against him.

"I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Steve."

Her eyes fluttered shut and in record time she drifted off to sleep in her husband's arms. Steve immediately made his mind up to make it up to her and he knew just what to do.

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"Good morning boy, I'm up, I'm up." Y/N giggled as Eddie continued to nudge her with his wet nose to wake her up.

She sat up against the headboard and Eddie took that as an invitation to lay across her lap for head scratches. The bedroom door was pushed open and Steve walked in with a tray in his hands.

"Nice job Eddie you woke her up. Good morning sunshine."

"Good morning, what is all this?" Eddie moved to the side and Steve placed the tray of pancakes, bacon and orange juice in her lap.

"This is part of me making it up for yesterday. So please, eat your breakfast, I'll be right back." He quickly pecked her lips before disappearing out the door. Y/N dug into her food and Eddie kept eyeing the crispy bacon on her plate.

"Here buddy." Eddie gladly ate the strip of bacon she held out for him.

"These are for you." Steve returned with a bouquet of her favourite flowers and her eyes lit up at the sight of it.

"How early did you wake up to do all this?"

"Five but that doesn't matter." He placed the flowers on the night stand and she put her empty tray beside it.

"Don't you have to get going, you'd be late for work." Steve got into bed and guided her to sit on top of his hips.

"Today I'm not Commander McGarrett, I'm just your husband. No phone calls, no cases, only you, me and Eddie."

"I like the sound of that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She leaned down to kiss him and he immediately cupped her cheek in his hand. Steve didn't know how he managed to be so lucky to have such an incredible woman.

"I love you so much Y/N McGarrett, I don't know how I got so lucky but I'm definitely not complaining."

"I love you too Steven McGarrett, every single annoying and infuriating bit of you."

"Here's to five years and many more." He rolled them over, placing a bunch of kisses over her face before finally landing on her lips. Steve swiped his tongue over her lips and she responded to him, opening her mouth for him to explore.

"Eddie get out."

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 2 years ago

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the ritual of leaving - k. bakugou

—/—

Katsuki walks through the door, and you can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t have to say the words, but he does anyway. He approaches soft, feather-light on feet that usually stomp, hands coming around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I’ve gotta - they’re sendin’ me out.”

“For how long?”

He can’t meet your eyes. Your stomach drops through the floor.

“Couple’a weeks. Two, three, maybe?”

You know him like the back of your hand. Like an ascetic knows a life of devotion. So you close your eyes then. Start praying the moment you crush him to your chest.

Because his mouth says a couple of weeks, but his eyes say much longer. That he’s doubtful of the commission’s estimation and can’t bear lying to you.

“It’ll be okay.” You breathe into his neck, voice catching as his hands smooth over your back. “Couple of weeks is nothing - I won’t even have time to miss you.”

“Don’t go replacin’ me, alright? I’ll fuckin’ slaughter ya.”

You nod, gently touch your forehead to his when you pull away. You want to hold him close, but know you need to let him go. There is still dinner left to be plated, and you don’t want to cry yet.

You set out for the plates, and he grabs the cups, and when you back up, you run right into his chest. The kitchen is small. It’s small because you both prefer it that way, regardless of his salary. You think there’s something comforting about running into him every other second, about being so intertwined in a space by nothing but your own combined will. You wonder why that will only ever seems to be enough in this room, why it becomes frail and diminutive the moment he steps out your front door.

“Careful.” He says, stabilizing you with a hand on your lower back. “See what happens to ya if you drop my plates.”

You just laugh. Look down at the plates in your hand, the ones you brought from your old apartment. He’s right, you suppose, they are his now - just like every other little piece of yourself. There is no place where he ends and you begin, it’s all the same.

Dinner is a quiet affair, it always is when he’s leaving. Katsuki tries his best, tries telling you about all the new gear he has. About how there’s not a person alive that he’d consent to loosing to. They’re just words, though, just hypotheticals and they don’t make you feel better as much as just the sound of his voice does.

You think he knows that too. Because when he leaves, he surrenders to small talk in a way he’d usually rather be caught dead doing. You wonder how he knows. You’d never told him.

He gathers the plates in a pile after you’ve finished, hands them to where you’re waiting by the sink. You start the water, begin scrubbing, and he’s circled around to the other side of you with a towel in hand.

It’s mindless, really. The routine of it all. You try not to think about the last time Katsuki left, about when you really had dropped one of his plates. It’s not your fault, you reason, he’s the one who insists on doing the dishes together - so, he’s the one responsible for when you hand off a plate to empty air.

He flicks water at you. Stares at the floor with a flat expression when you look at him.

“You’re the only other person in this house,” You can’t help but smile. A smile the widens when you catch him trying to tamp down his own. “I know it was you. You always do this!”

“Do what?”

“You know what.”

You jostle your shoulder into his. Hard enough that the towel Katsuki had been using to dry slips between his fingers. But, you’re used to this routine to, and you catch it before it can touch the ground.

“You make my life a living hell.” You smile, draping the damp towel over his face in revenge.

He lets you. You know he lets you because you’ve seen his reflexes. Katsuki is quick, quicker than you, and if he really wanted to stop you, he would. But he just lifts the edge of the towel, eyes closed, smiling like he’s won something.

“You’re irritating.” You laugh, can’t help yourself. You yank the towel off his head, press it into his hand. “Finish your dishes.”

“You started it.” He shrugs, head tilted down while he gets to work. You know what’s coming next. “Bitch.”

You smack him, square on the chest, and the laughter that peels out of him is almost enough. It almost makes everything worth it when he presses wet fingers into your sides, and suddenly there is no place where his laughter ends and yours begins, and it’s all the same.

“If you don’t get your hands off of me,” You squeal, pressing at his chest. “I will bite them off.”

“Ya sound like me,” He says, equally breathless. “Think you’re tough now or somethin’?”

“I have to be. I live with - you!”

Katsuki throws you over his shoulder, evidently through with the dishes and with your kitchen. You know this part of your routine too, know down to the second just went he puts his hand on the back of your head. He rounds the cabinets with you in his arms, and though you’ve never once hit your head on them, he’s still got a hand there. Just in case.

You think it’d break his heart is he knew just how many times you’d accidentally clipped those cabinets while he was gone.

Katsuki dumps you on the bathroom counter. Tells you to sit and stay while he grabs towels. You consider getting up, but then he’s already back, and the thought disappears like it was never there.

“So, hypothetically, if-“

“No.”

“You didn’t even hear what I was gonna-“

“Don’t need to.” He cuts you off again, turning the shower on. His side on cool, and yours on hot. “The answer is no.”

“What, you think I can’t handle myself?”

“No, I know, you can’t handle yourself.” He turns toward you, begins shucking off his clothes at the same time you do. “I can barely fuckin’ handle you, and I’m me.”

“Which is why those villains would never see me coming.”

Katsuki just looks at you, fondness tilting his smile sideways. He knows this isn’t a real suggestion, just like you know you’d never follow him even if you could. His world is so far removed from anything you know, you’d only ever get hurt. But you ask, every single time he leaves, and he entertains it.

“If I let you out there, we’d have to let every villain go.” He grabs your hand, pulls you into the shower after him. “A single minute with you is like a fuckin’ life-sentence.”

“Hey!”

“Kiddin’ - chill out.” He turns around, but not before you can see the smile on his face.

You soap your hands up, tilting his head back until you can reach his hair. Eventually, the stretch is too much, and you’re shoving him down onto the bench you both had gotten installed just for this very occasion. His arms wind around your stomach, pressing his face to your skin.

He’s quiet while you wash his hair. Quiet while you run conditioner through it. Quiet while you run a sudsed-up rag over his body. Eyes fluttering, like he can barely keep them open.

“Don’t fall asleep.” You admonish, indulgent and soft. “I’m not strong enough to lift you out of here.”

“Figures. I get fuck all nothin’, huh?”

He says that, but he looks up at you and Katsuki’s eyes give him away. There’s nothing but contentment there.

“Yep, absolutely nothing. It’s what you deserve for being a mean, mean man. Now let me go, I’ve gotta wash up.”

“Nah, ‘m fuckin’ settled here. Here’s good.”

He’s got both arms wrapped around you, warm cheek pressed against your lower rib.

“When I rinse my shampoo out you’re going to get it in your eyes.”

“So? Small fuckin’ price to pay, don’t be an idiot.”

You look down at him, and Katsuki looks just as he always does when he’s being intentionally difficult. Unbelievably happy.

“Fine. See what your boss thinks when you go out on your mission blind.”

“I’m my fuckin’ boss.”

“Sure you are, honey.”

Katsuki just grumbles a little at that, wipes his nose on your sternum. Because he’s a child and he knows it’ll make you squeal just the way he likes.

True to his words, he really does stay exactly where he is. Even as you wash your body, even as your washing your face. He only gets up to turn the water off, to grab your towels.

Katsuki wraps you up, scoffing when you can’t help the hearts that flood your eyes.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. You’re gross.”

It’s like the words fly right over your head. Like you don’t hear them at all as you follow him back to your room.

Katsuki lays out sweats for himself, and a large t-shirt for you. You brush his hair out for him as he sits on the bed, and when you’re done you both pull back the comforter together.

He settles, pulls you close until your foreheads are touching.

“I know we try not to talk about it,” You start, and you can feel the way his eyebrows scrunch. “But I have to know. This isn’t - it’s not going to be that dangerous, right?”

You know how much he hates lying to you. It’s your very favorite thing about him in any other circumstance, but in this one, you wish he didn’t loathe it quite so much. Because the look on his face, the tone of his voice, breaks you.

“I’m sorry,” He starts, grabs your hand from under the blanket. “I’ll be fuckin’ careful. I promise. I’ll make it out.”

The words are quiet, whispered like a secret. Sometimes you miss the confidence of his younger days, when he was cockier, more self-assured. He’s not now - now he’s an adult and he’s watched people die, and being a hero is not what he always thought it’d be.

“You better.”

He just blinks at you, nods, and you pretend you don’t see his wobbling waterline. There is no sorrow there, and there is no crease in his eyebrow, and there is no giant, dangerous, looming thing threatening to steal him away from you.

For now, until the sun rises and calls him out, he is yours. So you tuck him into your shoulder, run your fingers through his hair. Tell him you love him. He’ll tell you to wait, to not say it because he should have to come home to deserve it, but you don’t agree. He’s home now, and for however long you have him, and even after, you will love him.

He falls asleep, perpetually unable to keep his eyes open past midnight. It’s something you love about him. Another one of those little things you’ll think about when he’s gone.

When he’s tucked away somewhere you can’t follow, you’ll close your eyes and imagine he’s closing his at the same moment - wonder if doing the same thing, together, even though you’re apart, will somehow create a tether that yanks him back home.

But, for now, he is home. So you look, and you look, and you look. He’s already got a face-full of little nicks, little scars and scrapes and wrinkles, and you try to map them out. Try to memorize the way he looks now, because you know that when he comes back, he will look different. He always does. Always comes back with countless new scars to join countless new wrinkles.

He shifts next to you in his sleep. Tucks his cheek to his shoulder until his hair is brushing your chin. He smells like your shampoo.

For now, he is yours. The rising sun will have to rip him from your fingers, and only when Katsuki tells you to let go, will you relent. He’ll put on his uniform and you’ll kiss his forehead and another cycle of leaving will start, but you will choose to love him anyways.

On the way out, he’ll tell you that he loves you. That he’ll always come back. You’ll believe it.

—/—

listen, in my defense, im in mourning and @glitterinmyc00chie badgered me into it. and also, if im in mourning?? im gonna put y’all in mourning too!!! so soz for the pain this caused,, rest assured it caused me twice as much to write it

that being said everyone put ur hands together and pray my sweet sweet little honeypie comes back,,, and if he doesnt, prepare for my mf funeral

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #mha fic

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meetmyothersouls · 2 years ago

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I’m your biggest fan & totally obsessed with the Halloween theme! Can I request 🔪Hotel of Horrors

You're so so kind! Thank you so much, never thought I'd have a fan :) This one's for you!

Hotel of Horrors

Warnings: creepy hotel, mentions of ghosts, curses and death, knives and lots of threatening

Timothee x first person reader

I'm pissed.

I slam my hand against the bell on a counter that no one sits behind. Not only is my room a mess, but it smells like a dead raccoons ass. I wish I was kidding, but it's pretty fucking bad.

"Hello?" I slam my palm once more on the bell, breaking it in the process. "Does anyone work in this shit hole?"

"I do," a shaky voice says as a body shoots up from behind the counter. He knocks over a vase behind him and barely saves it from shattering on the ground. He couldn't save the dying roses or the water from spilling out. "I do," he repeats.

His whole entrance startles me, and I step back a few inches. Did he not hear me torturing the bell sitting on his counter? And what the hell was he doing on the floor? A slew of other questions come to mind, but the timid man behind the counter starts talking again. He's tall, skinny and deathly pale. He reminds me a lot of a Tim Burton Claymation character. Dark circles surround his eyes rimmed in red and he licks his lips nervously. "S-so sorry, ma'am. I'm Tim Chalamet, a-a-and I run this establishment." His fist pounds on the counter and the action startles him even though he's the one who did it. "Wha-what can I do for you?"

"Well, you can start by chilling the hell out. You need a xanny or something? You're making me anxious as fuck, dude." Tim swallows hard as I speak. He looks around the lobby like a scared, tortured puppy, waiting to be attacked. By what? I'm not sure but he's gotta cut that shit out. "And second, have you or anyone else been in room 794? It's actually offensive."

"7-794?" Tim's shaky hands move to the keyboard of an old computer. He types what I assume to be my room number as his eyes bounce across the screen. "Oh," he says, his face draining of what color remained in it.

"Oh? What do you mean 'oh'?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'll gladly reimburse you and give you a new room for free. No one should be in room 394."

"And why is that?" I ask. He's peaked my curiosity.

Tim's hand shoots up and runs nervously through his hair, tousling it. He grabs a handful off it, but lets it go before he pulls any of it out. This dude is going through it. "Uhhh, died. Someone died in there. Multiple someone's actually."

"Multiple!?"

"Y-yes 34 to be exact. Rooms cursed. I'm so sorry."

I'm not sure if he's apologizing because of the mishap of me getting the room or the fact that there's a very grand possibility that I am now cursed myself.

Fuck.

"You're fuckin' kidding."

"No. No, sadly not." Tim shoots back down and pops back up with a new room key. 795. I can't help but roll my eyes. Like room 795 is any less cursed than its lovely neighbor 794. "Here's you're new k-key. Enjo-oy your stay." He drops the key on the counter and turns, making his way to a set of swinging doors, I assume lead to a break room of some sort. I've still got to get my stuff out of my old room, but at this point I'm too spooked to go by myself, but I'm writing a new book and need several of the things out of that room. Fuck, this place. I don't want to go alone. In my head I'm whining and stomping like a four year old. Tim has already disappeared behind the double swinging doors and I hear a TV flip on. I've got to convince Mr. Pantophobia to help me get my shit from the cursed room. I don't actually need help and I would usually never ask a man to help me lug my things around, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pull my shirt down a little bit, exposing some cleavage.

"Tim? Hellooooo?" I knock on the wooden counter and he comes back out. Thank god. "Oh good you're still here. Okay, so...I'm probably going to need some help gathering my things." I see his pupils dilate as he assumes what I'm about to ask him. "Think you can help a girl out?"

His stutter gets worse as he reaches underneath the counter. He brings out a ring of keys and shakes vigorously. "S-s-s-s-sure. Yeah. Yeah sure." I know he doesn't want to, and he didn't even put up a fight when I asked. He didn't even look at my tits. We walk silently, to the elevator, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

"Sooo, you got any inside details on any of the 34 murders?"

Tim doesn't move his head but his eyes travel to the side until he's looking at me in what would seem like a painful manner.

"No."

Liar.

"Oh come on! You've own this place! You've got to know something about at least one of them!" I egg him on as he we arrive to the elevator. Tim uses a long bony finger to press the up arrow on the vintage elevator. It's definitely been upgraded since the hotel originally opened in the 50's, but they've kept the same old timey look to both the inside and the outside of the hotel. It would be really nice if the place wasn't so fucking creepy. Two sets of doors open and we step inside. They close slowly and Tim presses his finger against a round button with a number seven printed on it and we lurch upward.

"Th-this hotel has been in my family since it opened. We aren't sure wh-why it's plagued with misfortune, but we try not to dwell on it too much."

"Why not? History is history. It happened and it happened here, dude. You can't change that."

I'm actually shocked that this place doesn't get more business. I've not seen more than five people since I arrived here and that includes Tim. Usually haunted or cursed hotels bring in tons of business, especially when there's a possibility of catching a ghost on camera.

Tim is silent for a moment after my response, and it's probably because I'm fucking right and he doesn't want to admit it. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I'm not prepared for what comes out of his mouth or the chills that pepper my body.

"They don't like when we talk about what happened."

"Th-they who?" Great. Now I'm stuttering. The elevator dings and we come to a stop. Tim steps off and I trail behind him. He's giving me the creeps now and it doesn't help that the lights flicker as we walk through the hall of floor seven. "Tim, what does that even mean? 'They don't like when we talk about what happened.'"

We're in front of room 794 in no time, and I suddenly have the urge to just take my shit and leave all together. Tim's freaking me out and so is this creepy fucking hotel. I feel like there are eyes on me even though no one is here. Tim brings the ring of keys up to the knob and I notice he's less jittery, less nervous and for some reason that makes me more nervous. The fuck is going on? The key Tim separates from the rest is old, rusty and much longer than the others. It goes in with ease and twists only once until the door opens.

Suddenly this room is a whole hell of a lot more unwelcoming knowing it's cursed. Tim holds his hand out into the room as if to say after you and follows it up with a jerk of his head into the darkness. Why didn't I leave the lights on before I came downstairs to complain. I suddenly feel stupid that I requested his help to move my shit one door over.

"You know what? I think I got it from here. Thanks...for the escort."

"Nonsense," Tim replies, kicking the door shut behind him. "I'd be happy to help." He's no longer stuttering and his movements look confident and lethal.

I'm scared.

I'm shaking as I haphazardly throw my clothes back into my suitcase, not caring whether or not they're dirty or clean. I want to get out of this room and more importantly, away from Tim. Why'd he have to shut the door? The room seems stuffy now, and I'm sweating even though all I'm doing is throwing my shit back into my suitcase. I add my laptop and pocket my cell phone before I zip up my suitcase.

"Okay. Done. Let's go."

Tim has a half smirk on his face and one foot against the door behind him. He looks absolutely dangerous and I really, really miss it when he was afraid of his own shadow. "You want to know the real reason this room is cursed?" He asks, stutter long gone.

"N-no, I just want to get to my new room." I muster up the courage to walk toward him. He's skinny as fuck, I probably have more muscle than he does and can easily shove him aside, but when I come within a few inches of him, he stands up straight and towers over me.

Was he this tall before?

He's got a hand behind his back and when he pulls it out from behind him he reveals a knife. I mentally kick myself in the ass, knowing that's what he went behind those double doors for before we came up here. Damn it. He points the tip of the blade at me and I begin to walk backwards.

"I'll ask again, y/n. Do you want to know the real reason this room is cursed." He grits out the last word and pushes the blade into my stomach ever so slightly. I gasp at the contact, but play along. I have to play along if I want to get out of this.

"Y-yes. Yes I do. Tell me."

Tim pulls the knife away, but only so that the tip is no longer piercing the flesh of my abdomen. He cracks his neck and the sound of bones popping is overwhelming in this quiet room.

"Guess."

A tear slips from my left eye as my back hits the wall. No where else to go.

"I don't like guessing games, Tim. Just tell me."

"TOO FUCKING BAD," he screams, slicing into my jeans, making a clean cut into my thigh. It's deep enough to inflict pain but not deep enough to cause me to bleed out. He's got experience. "I do. Now, take a fucking guess or I'll push this knife so deep into your stomach, your organs will come with it on the way out."

A sob escapes my mouth and it takes me a minute to catch my breath.

I'm going to fucking die in here.

"You're taking to long, y/n." Tim raises his knife, the blade gleams in what little light shines from the heavily curtained window. "And I don't like to be kept waiting." He moves quickly, plunging it toward my stomach. I'm lucky enough to catch his wrist, and from sheer adrenaline alone, I'm able to hold him back and give him an answer.

"BECAUSE," I scream. "Because your family is batshit fucking crazy and you are the ones that kill here."

He smirks at me and I curse myself for even thinking that he looks the least bit attractive in this moment.

"Very good, y/n," Tim praises. "You know, I feel bad about this." The confusion must be evident on my face. He yanks his hand from my grip and uses the knife to scrape away the hair that's fallen into my face. "Don't be dumb. I mean the killing you part."

"Let me go then, you asshole." I'd love to knee him in the dick right now, but I don't. I want to leave this with as few stab wounds as possible.

"No. No, can't do that. Not when you know the family secret."

"Oh, geez. I won't tell anyone," I lie. He lets me go and I'm spilling my fucking guts.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before. You're very pretty, y/n, but lying makes even the prettiest faces ugly."

I roll my eyes. This is taking too long. "Just kill me or let me go, you fucking psycho."

Tim taps the knife on his chin, contemplatively. "I don't think I'll do either."

My heart sinks as I think of the torture he has planned for me. This has taken a sick turn and I'm feeling more and more hopeless the longer this goes on. Why did I have to go downstairs and complain. Why? "Then what the fuck are you going to do?"

"Marry me."

"What?" He doesn't like the tone in my voice and by the look on his face, he's feeling a bit stabby. "I-I'm sorry. I'm confused."

"You seem to think you have an option in this. You marry me and you join me in carrying on my family business. I put a few kids in you so they take over. Or I kill you. Make a choice and do it quick. I'm missing my show."

A million thoughts cross my mind. The main one being the fact that he thinks I'll let him close enough to stick his dick in me and get me pregnant. The next one being that either way, I never get to leave this hotel of horrors.

"You're taking to LONG, y/n."

Tim raises his knife again and I have no choice but to join him.

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mangoisms · 1 year ago

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circle k (back to you)

summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.

━ chapter eight: where did i go wrong? | read chapter seven

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 3.7k

━ warnings: canon typical violence, blood, etc

━ masterlist

━ a/n: sorry for disappearing! essentially, i started grad school and it is So Much Work. but if you'd like some unnecessary rambles on tim and wally's relationship here and in light of their og meeting in robin (1993), you can also find my thoughts on that here <3

The next day, you don’t hear much from Steph.

She does text you a few times, mostly reassurances and that she’s working to pull something together. You don’t quite understand but she was so convincing the day before, you let it go.

You mostly spend the day—after sleeping in—learning your new phone, excited at having something new and so high-tech to play with. Flash texts you several times during the day. Blurry selfies and equally blurry pictures of Keystone and Central. Even a couple of the New York skyline, as he informs you he decided to drop in and visit a few friends.

You can’t send him much. The clouds that hang in the sky, waiting to pour down on unsuspecting Gothamites at a moment’s notice. The feral cat that hangs out in the alley by your apartments, who you get close enough to to catch mid-hiss. The person on the subway carrying what you suspect to be a possum in their bag but Flash insists is actually an opossum. Whatever the difference is.

There is a difference!

idk sounds made up

You’re from the city. Of course you think that.

ok WOW

you’re blaming my dead parents for where they settled????

Yes.

wow

You go into work in relatively high spirits, considering everything.

Black Bat stops by for some gummy worms and a can of Red Bull and you tease her a bit for it.

“Signal’s influence?”

“Better than coffee.”

“Fair enough.”

Red hasn’t been by, you think, watching her go. Not yesterday and not today, though it’s early. He usually stops by nearly every night, if not for a couple minutes. But nothing specifically decrees that he comes by… You’re just used to it, you suppose, and last night’s absence was noticeable.

There’s still time, though. Maybe you’ll see him later tonight.

Overhead, the AC turns on. They fixed it, along with that electrical issue Red Robin caused last week. It works a little too well, though. These last few days have had you uncomfortably cold, so today, you come armed with a hoodie—Tim’s hoodie, the only piece of clothing you’ve ever managed to steal from him. A bit baggy on him and even more so on you, it’s a pleasant shade of azure blue. One of your more precious possessions since it’s, like you said, the only thing you really have from him. Also a bit of an indulgence right now but… you’re past the point of caring.

Maritza pops by a little while later, waving at you.

“Hey, Mari. Here for a Slurpee?”

“That, and I was wondering if you guys have any pain cream… Abuela’s back is hurting her and we ran out yesterday,” she says, lips pursed, glancing at the aisles.

“Pain cream,” you repeat thoughtfully, stepping around the counter. “We should. Let’s see.”

She follows you to one of the center aisles.

“How’s summer break been so far?” you ask, running your eyes over displays of toothpaste, disposable toothbrushes, and other basic items.

“Boring,” she sighs. “It’s too hot to do anything.”

You chuckle, tucking your hands in the pocket of Tim’s hoodie; your fingers are cold. They always seem to be. “Books are excellent ways to preoccupy the time.”

“Think I’ve read every book at the library,” she grumbles, which probably isn’t that much of an exaggeration. Gotham’s public library system is drastically lacking; it was only in May did Wayne Enterprises announce that they were investing more money into it. By now, they probably haven’t reached the library here in the Upper West Side.

“You should check out GU’s then. Kids get free library cards and our selection is fairly expansive. I’m sure you could get away with checking out some things for your abuela, too. At least until they fix everything in the one here.”

“Huh. Maybe.” She moves ahead of you, scanning the rest of the aisle. “Oh, hey, you guys do have some.”

She reaches for a box.

The door opens. You turn.

The wink of the kitchen knife is the first thing you see, then the trembling hand, and then the owner to whom it belongs, too. A scrawny man wearing a grey hoodie, the same hood pulled over his head.

It’s not great at hiding his face, you think dimly, every muscle inside you locking into place. Mari freezes behind you, breath audibly catching in a gasp as he turns the knife sharply on you.

For a second, the three of you just look at each other.

You break the silence first.

“All the money is in the register. Take it.”

A lengthy pause, one that amplifies the dread petrifying your insides. Your new phone, with Flash’s contact info, sits in the pocket of your hoodie, weighing it down; your fingers are laced together, cold, hovering right above it and you recall the rundown you’d been given by Flash last night, the… other not-quite-normal aspects of your new phone.

“Okay, so, on top of the League encryption stuff, there is something else.”

“Are you tracking me?”

“Not… exactly.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Your location is logged with the League,” he admits. “But it’s secure. You’re registered with me, so only I can look at it. My wife’s phone is like yours. Her information is there, too. A lot of us do it with our families. Not just to keep sensitive information secure, but there’s… a risk that comes with being with us.”

You frown at him. “Does she know?”

He looks horrified. “Of course she does. I don’t go around just tracking her without her knowledge. That’s weird. And messed up. I don’t even actively do it. Not unless she’s been kidnapped or she wants me to. That’s what I’m trying to say. Your location is being tracked but I’m not peeking in on it. No one is, unless a need comes up. An emergency kind of need. And that brings me to my next thing.”

He pauses, looking at you, calculating, but you just nod for him to continue.

“You have my number,” he says. “So, you can call me. For emergencies or if you just want to talk about your day. But in the case that you can’t call me, if you’re in some kind of danger…” He plucks the phone out of your grasp, turning it over in his hands, pointing to the power button on the side. “Press this three times and it’ll send an SOS signal to me, along with your location. I’ll come. Okay?”

“Are you… sure?”

He seems affronted. “I don’t just do this for anyone. I thought you’d have seen that by now. You’re…” he stops, frowning deeply. “You mean a lot to me, kid. If I can save you, if I have the opportunity to keep you safe, I’ll take it. I wouldn’t ever ask you to leave Gotham because it’s your home and I know the Bats hang around but… this just makes me feel better. You have a direct line to me. Use it.”

“Batman probably won’t like that.”

“Batman can suck it,” he says petulantly. “Especially after what he did to you last week. I take care of my own. No matter where they are. Got it?”

You got it.

The thought still astounds you even now, that Flash cares that much about you and how ironic it is that you don’t even know who he is under the cowl but maybe you don’t need to. This is still him, isn’t it?

And you would heed his words. Of course you would. You have no interest in dying. You have no hangups about being saved. Flash didn’t think you incompetent, it was just a precaution, a necessity for living in the world you do.

That is true now more than ever.

Especially with how aware you are of Mari behind you, too.

“Take your hands outta your pockets,” he says.

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

“Just take the money, man.”

You have to be careful but quick. If you could just unlace your fingers and reach for your phone…

Of course, you have no idea how quickly the signal will reach Flash or how fast he’ll even be able to get here…

You guess you’ll just have to trust him. Trust him and his capabilities.

A step forward. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You can hear Mari behind you, her breath quick and uneven. You’re most worried about her, to be honest. If you go down, what’s going to happen to her? You dread to think about it.

“Take your hands out of your fuckin’ pocket,” he hisses; despite the severity of his voice, his hand is trembling. You don’t get why he won’t just grab the money and go.

He must think you can call the police or something but even then, it’s not as if the GCPD are reliable. As if they can do anything.

As for you, there is nothing else you can do. You need to call him.

“Mari, run!”

Your hand grapples for your phone at the same time.

You hear the snick of sneakers on the tiled floors, your fingers slip over the sides of the new case currently hugging your phone, and he surges forward and then—

Just a mere spark, one that jolts you as you realize what happened. It’s small at first, then bigger, then massive, a forest fire eating you alive from the inside out, burning white-hot.

You can’t do anything.

You stare at the man in front of you, closer now, close enough to dig his knife right into the soft flesh of your belly. His eyes are wide, too. Like he can’t believe he just did that. Neither can you.

But the worst of it comes when he pulls the knife out.

The sound that escapes you is foreign to your ears. Your knees give out. One hand presses to the source of your pain, the other lands hard on the tiled floor; your wrist smarts, your arm trembling as you hold yourself up.

You’re barely aware of anything other than the pain. Throbbing heat, warmth rapidly spreading through the front of your shirt and hoodie. Your vision blurs, from tears and from the pain, your heart pounds so hard, you feel it in your teeth, hear it in your ears above the rush of your blood.

You manage a glance behind you, relieved to see Mari is gone and hopefully back in the safety of the apartment building next door. Ahead of you, the man is scrambling to get the cash register open, cursing like a sailor and eventually yanking it off the counter and smashing it on the ground, ducking out of your view.

God, you need to call Flash. Not 911, they won’t get here in time, no way, you need him. Before the man decides to cut his losses and kill you. You hope he’ll just take the money and run, but you’ve seen his face, surely he knows that puts him in that much more danger of being arrested—

The door opens. You hear your name from a familiar voice and then someone steps into view.

Tim’s eyes are wide as he looks at you, horrified, but behind him, your attacker shoots up from the ground and you choke out a warning, an urging to run, to get out of here, you don’t know what you’d do if anything happened to him, no, no, you can’t lose him like that.

He whips around just as the man swings himself over the counter, letting out something of a war cry, cash held in one hand and the knife in the other. It gleams red under the light. He lunges.

“Tim!”

But his fatal injury does not happen. Instead, you watch him duck out of the way, moving faster, more gracefully than you’ve ever seen, like he’s done this before and the man doesn’t expect it, stumbling with his own momentum. Not stopping, either, Tim grabs the man’s wrist, heaving him over his shoulder until he slams into the ground hard. It’s brutal. It’s violent. It’s nothing you’ve ever seen from Tim, your Tim who… who hates needles and always bemoans going to get the yearly flu shot with you and Steph, your Tim who can get impatient, snippy, but not violent.

You don’t understand. With the haze of pain, that fact feels oddly upsetting.

The door opens again. He whips around, geared up for another fight, but it’s just Spoiler, it’s—

Golden hair, familiar blue eyes. A face you know by heart. Even with the bottom of her face hidden.

They’re both at your side in an instant. In good timing, too, because your arm gives out but before you can crash to the ground, Tim catches you, turning you over in his arms and gently laying you back onto the tile.

“You’re okay,” he says quickly, eyes scanning you frantically. “You’re okay.”

All the movement tugs at your belly, flames flaring for a brief moment, making you dizzy with pain, choking out your voice, leaving you to blink the tears out of your eyes and look up at your friends.

You don’t like the look on their faces. Horrified. Full of dread. It hurts you.

“Fuck,” Stephanie Brown, also known as Spoiler, says, digging through pouches in her utility belt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oracle, where is the nearest hospital?”

“I know where it is,” Tim says, snapping into action, his hands reaching for the hoodie. “Off Murphy Ave.”

Rrrrrrip.

He tears through the front part of your hoodie—his hoodie—like it’s nothing. Both their faces drop as they see your shirt underneath it but you’re more focused on the first part of what just happened.

“Did you—have to tear it?” you whine. “This is the only hoodie I have from you…”

“You can have all of my hoodies,” he promises, reaching for the hem of your shirt.

Another ripping sound.

Steph reaches underneath you. “Didn’t go through.”

Tim nods. “The sooner we get her to the hospital, the better. I don’t like how much blood she’s losing.”

“I can hear you, you know,” you mutter, more petulant than you want but considering you are bleeding from a stab wound, you think you get to be.

They both let out strained chuckles. Tim reaches for one of the pouches of Steph’s belt. You wonder how he knows which one to open. You wonder a lot of things. Where he learned to kick ass. Whether he has always known Steph is Spoiler. How he is so calm right now. It tickles at you, like you have all the pieces to the puzzle but the full picture still isn’t coming out.

And oh, yeah, the burning throb of the stab wound is really sapping your concentration, too. Cold creeps in at the edges, your fingers feeling icy as you clench them. You shiver violently, though it hurts to move like that.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Steph says soothingly, squeezing your hand. “We just really need to get you to a hospital to guarantee that.”

“You should—fuck!” The gauze Tim presses to the wound sends shockwaves of pain through you. Black spots appearing in your vision, breath squeezing in your throat.

He says your name loudly. “Breathe.”

“Fuck you,” you wheeze out, trying and failing to curl away from the pressure he is currently applying to your wound. “That—hurts—”

“I know,” he says, pained. “But I have to. We have to. I’m sorry.”

“He’s right,” Steph says, brushing some of your hair away from your face. “Come on, talk to me. Ignore what he’s doing. What were you going to say before?”

“My phone,” you mumble, shivering. “Flash gave it to me. S-Said if I press the power button three times, it sends a distress signal to him.”

“That’s kind of him,” Tim mutters, sounding, dare you say it, jealous, which, in your haze of pain, just pisses you off.

“You absolute asshole, you don’t get to—”

“Stop it!” Steph snaps, lunging for your phone. “Tim, focus on saving her life and not on being an ass right now, okay? I’m calling him. We need that kind of speed. She’s losing too much blood and the hospital is too far.”

He sobers significantly. A bloodied hand reaches for yours. You’re only aware of it because you see it, the sight of his pale skin covered in your blood, his fingers wrapping around yours. He squeezes.

“Can you feel that?”

“K-Kind of.”

“Do it, Spoiler.”

“I’m doing it, Timothy.”

She is. She holds your phone in gloved hands, pressing the button three times, then scoots away from your head, lifting your feet over her lap.

Tim continues his work, the pressure he continues to apply to the wound making your head spin. Exhaustion creeps in at the edges, making your eyelids drag with each blink.

No, no, falling asleep is bad. You’ve seen enough movies and TV shows of injured characters to know that. You have to stay awake.

Steph watches you, concerned. “How long—”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence as a sharp gust of wind hits all of you. It knocks things off the shelves and then, all of you are blinking up at the Flash, blue lightning fading away.

He breathes your name and in the next blink, he’s next to you, on his knees.

“Hey, Flash,” you croak.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says softly, a gloved hand resting tenderly on your forehead. He looks at Tim and Steph. “Hospital?”

“It’s—”

Tim cuts Steph off, staring hard at Flash. “She’ll most likely need a blood transfusion. Her blood type is AB positive—”

“And she’s allergic to penicillin,” Steph tacks on quickly.

“Got it.” He sweeps you into his arms and you whimper at the movement. “And the hospital?”

“Intersection of Murphy Avenue and Elliot Circle,” Steph tells him.

“Be careful,” Tim stresses.

Flash gives him a frosty look. “I got it. You’ve done enough.”

Stop fighting, you want to say, but Flash is delightfully warm and you’re so tired. If you rest your eyes for just a little bit, that’s fine, right?

“Flash—!”

A sharp tug in your belly, gravity pulling on you, and darkness falls over you like a blanket. You surrender without fight.

Voices puncture the veil of darkness. Soft murmurs, soothing tones.

“She’ll be okay, Red,” a woman murmurs. “You got her here on time.”

“I know, Lin,” someone else says and wait, you know that voice. It’s Flash. He sounds so… harrowed. “But I just… I don’t know.”

“You know what the doctors said. The danger is gone. And with you here… maybe…” she trails off, tone implying something you aren’t privy to.

A deep breath. “Do you think so? I could’ve, earlier, but I didn’t know if it would hurt her and I didn’t want to take the chance…”

“Well… I think you’re a big softy and she means a lot more to you than you ever realized. So… maybe.”

“Maybe,” he echoes back and you want to know, want to ask what exactly it is he and this mystery woman are talking about but you slip back under again.

The next time you resurface, it’s to cutting words and a tension so thick, you feel it, too, even with all your senses muddled, knee-deep in a haze.

“I don’t mind her,” Flash says coldly. “But you, too?”

“She’s my friend. I have a right to see her, too,” someone else says—Tim, you realize. It’s Tim, his tone cutting, temper on the rise.

“The way you’ve treated her these past two months doesn’t say much about friendship to me.”

“I was going to tell her—”

“Oh, you were going to tell her? Only after you finally fucked it all up being caught hanging out with your friends when you explicitly said you were too busy to hang out with her? Yeah, that’s real great.”

“You haven’t told her,” Tim points out petulantly.

“Really mature,” Flash scoffs. “I have a good reason to keep it from her. What’s yours? It’s not like you were deprived of her attention. You’re friends. Why the hell would you favor Red Robin over Tim Drake?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand—”

“No, I bet you don’t, because it’s easier to excuse yourself that way, isn’t it?” he seethes. “You’re just like him, you know. Just like him.”

You don’t know who they’re talking about. Or maybe you do and it’s just not coming to you. But the comparison isn’t a kind one. The way Tim snaps back in the next second affirms that.

“She wasn’t talking to me! I was—worried!”

“So, you should’ve talked to her! Instead of going behind her back and befriending her as Red Robin! What the hell did you achieve by doing that?”

“We were going to tell her, too, you know,” the woman from before says, her tone disapproving. “Very soon, in fact. But his situation is different from yours and you know that.”

Silence stretches on.

“Well, I still want to see her,” Tim says quietly, the fight leaving his voice.

“How—” Steph. Her voice cuts out, thick in a way that is unfamiliar to you. She clears her throat. “How is she?”

“Stable,” the mystery woman informs her.

“Why hasn’t she woken up?” Tim asks. You can just hear the frown in his voice and the vision of him forms easily in your mind, that familiar wrinkle between his brows, pretty pink lips pursed.

“Anesthesia still needs to wear off,” the woman says. “She’ll wake up soon.”

“But until then,” Flash cuts in, tone still severe. “Feel free to make yourself scarce. Stephanie can hang around. But you? No way in hell.”

“You think she wants that?” Tim shoots back, anger returning. “You don’t know anything. You have no idea. You’re assuming—”

“Yeah, I am. She’s not awake. She can’t tell us. Until then, I—we—can make those decisions.”

“Oh, that’s great. I’m sure she’ll love that—”

“I know what you’re thinking and we’re doing this with good intentions. You can’t say the same, can you?”

That doesn’t help. Fans the flames, if anything, as they keep arguing.

Ugh. You don’t want to hear this.

Like mercy, you slip under again.

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mrsbakashi · 3 years ago

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Kisame and 33 🦈🦈🦈🦈

hi, anon!

thank you for requesting, and i'm sorry for taking so long to write it. it's my first time writing for Kisame, so i'm very very nervous, even if it's just a short drabble, but i hope you like it! 💙

33. "you just squirted on my dick"

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NSFW under the cut, MDNI

"shit! i-i'm gonna...!"

Kisame can't be gentle - i mean, he tries, a lot, but the man is so big and thick it's just impossible. and this is not necessarily a bad thing, trust me, though it frustrates him a little, because sometimes he just wishes he could be gentle and make sweet love to you all night long, but he barely penetrates you and you're already coming. he's so thick and makes you feel so full, his cock hits your g spot the second he enters you, that's why he takes a long time on foreplays, until you're begging him to fuck you already and he's so hard he has no intentions to deny you any longer. and you - you try your best to hold your orgasm, to wait for him, to let him enjoy it a little, you really do, but your gummy walls start to clench him with only a few strokes.

"just a little longer, baby, please" he says, kissing your shoulders.

you bite your lips to prevent you from screaming, your body tense with the strength it takes to hold your orgasm while kisame keeps pounding into you, lips touching every inch of your skin he can reach.

"kisa, ple-eaase!"

he doesn't reply, as if he didn't even listen to you. his thumb finds your clit and he starts to draw circles on it. he's doing it on purpose, he knows you can't handle it, he knows it's too much, and yet he does it. it's almost mean.

"k-kisa! i-i can't, it's-"

"i know you can hold a little longer for me, can't you?"

loud incomprehensible sounds leave your mouth as you are not able to hold it anymore, your whole body shaking, and that's when kisame goes harder and faster, pursuing his own relief. you are so sensitive, not a single drop of strength remaining in your body, you're shaking. it feels like you're going to burst into flames, the pleasure being so strong you can't remember your own name - only his. it's just too much.

you feel the release, like you're coming again, but only more intense this time, closing your eyes, screaming his name. you barely listen when kisame groans, finally cumming inside you. he then puts his arms around you and kisses your lips.

"are you alright, my love?" he asks softly, pulling you to his chest.

you're mind is too hazy to think - you just moan and he chuckles. kisame just holds you, caressing your back. when you finally look at his face he opens the cockiest smile, so proud of himself.

your facial expression becomes shocked when you realize this was the first time, and honestly you're a little bit worried kisame might think it's disgusting, so you open your mouth to apologize, even tho it wasn't really your fault - it was mostly his to be honest -, but kisame kisses you.

"you just squirted on my dick."

"it was hot as fuck!" he says, lips glued to yours "i hope you're ready for another round because i want to see it again."

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sunlightandsuffering · 2 years ago

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Eren rolls a couple notes up and slips them right between her boobs while she’s flirting with another guy at the bar! Said guy is in shock, even more so when she shrugs and gets up and follows Eren to the back!! Tbh, she was only flirting with this guy because she looked hot tonight and Eren wasn’t there, was probably supposed to be out of town for some gang related stuff and when he got back he checked her location and decided to turn up. His dick got hard the moment he saw her tits spilling out of that tight dress that was riding dangerously high up her thighs. Probably didn’t even see the loser buying her drinks, just wanted to show “not his girl” (definitely his girl) his appreciation 😏 this incident does not help his case that he’s paying for sex 😭

I got this idea from your tattoo artist fic where he pays Miki by putting the cash she’s refusing to take in between her cleavage!!

K anon i loved this so much I had to write a drabble for it, sorry anon that's why it took me a bit lol!! but omg aww, i forget about tattoo artist Miki and Eren sometimes, this is a great reminder lol!

It's not like Eren to show affection.

Wait scratch that, it's not like her or Eren to show affection. They just don't. They're not dating, they're not friends, they're not anything really, enemies at worst, fuck buddies at best, and she wouldn't even extend the courtesy that far. But at the same time, she finds herself missing him when he's not around, finds her gaze circling the bar, waiting for him to show up, to take her to the back room and fuck her brains out like she wants. She hasn't seen him in a while, can she really be blamed? She'd covertly asked Armin and the blonde had given her this smug all-knowing look that she wanted to smack off his face, but ultimately had told her he was out on gang business, something about betting, bookkeeping, she wasn't too sure.

So here she is, pouting as she talks to some Eren wannabe, some hotshot waving his vape around like he isn't vaping fucking cotton candy. It's almost instantly offputting, but he's about the only acceptable one in the bar right now, so she powers through, at least it doesn't smell like smoke as she's so accustomed to from most of her family members.

It could be worse, but then again, it could be better, he could smell like mint and aftershave and the heady scent of Eren's cologne.

The guy gives her a slick smile, his finger trailing along her forearm in some pathetic attempt at flirtation as he attempts to flag the bartender down to grab her a drink.

"What do you want sugar?" Ugh, a nickname too? There's only one person she'll tolerate nicknames from, and it's only because he's particularly good at evading her punches and has a nice dick, no one else.

Mikasa grits her teeth, smile tight, "A corona is fine." "Oh a beer girl, you sure you don't want something a little fruitier?" Absolutely not on her life, it's much harder for guys to drug beer bottles in her experience, and although she's not sure if that's what he's about just yet, he clearly doesn't know exactly who he's dealing with.

She maintains her smile, icy as can be as she gives him a delicate nod, playing the part of demure party girl who has no idea what's going on here, that this bar is used for drug deals and money handoffs.

"I'm okay, I like my beer." He shrugs, making another aggressive motion for the bartender, but he's once again ignored in favour of higher paying customers with more clout. Mikasa fights to hold back her chuckle, Eren would never be refused and if he was the bartender's head would be on the counter, knife to his throat.

The boytoy has teeth if nothing else.

It's really too bad he's not here.

But God must be smiling down on her or something, because before her date for the night can say another word, make another smarmy grab for her waist, cop a feel at her ass, she feels the very alarming touch of another man on her breasts, warm paper cylinders slipping down her top. She almost whips out the knives, who dares to touch her so callously, so boldly and as she looks down, who the fuck thought she was worth 200 in her titties just for existing. Irate silver eyes turn and just as quickly as she's enraged, she melts again

"Eren," she breathes excitedly, because he looks exceptionally handsome tonight, his hair windswept and clearly still high on adrenaline, shirt sticking to every crevice of his chest and arms.

He shrugs, not even bothering to greet her date, not deeming him worth the energy, talks only to her in a low brusque tone, "You look hot tonight Mika, get yourself something good from the bartender." And then Eren snaps, slamming his right hand rather aggressively down onto the bartop, one quick rumble and the bartender appears almost immediately.

Her date is shocked still, mouth hung open in awe while Mikasa eyes up her first choice for the night, considering all the different ways she wants to bed him. "Get her a shot, Patron, none of that cheap shit," he mulls the rest of his decision over for a moment, giving her a quick once over, before shaking his head conspiratorily, "And a corona I guess."

Mikasa beams at him, and he gives her hip a quick pat before pulling out another wad of cash, he must have done well tonight. He slaps it on the counter, before leaning over the bar to very casually grab an entire bottle of vodka, probably for his table if she had to guess, but she knows the cash will more than cover it. He looks up at her date finally, as if remembering he was there, Eren's pretty face pulls up into a disgusted scowl as he notes his hand on her forearm, "And you, newbie, you want anything?" The boy swallows nervously, shaking his head and Eren shrugs before giving her ass a quick smack and waltzing back to his table with his entire bottle of vodka, like he didn't just blow her mind, didn't just pop 200 between her tits bc she looked pretty tonight. And she supposes that's what really attracts her to Eren in the end, his ability to take complete control of a situation, dominate her attention, no one else has ever captured her interest in quite the same way. And as the bartender hands her the corona and her shot, she thinks she wants that tonight and not some green newbie. She takes her shot quickly, chomping down on the lime and wiping her lips with her sleeve, before grabbing the bottle neck of her corona, "I'll see you later newbie, I've got business to take care of." And then she trounces off to see her man, cuddle up in his lap and sip on his vodka until he agrees to leave with her.

She thinks he deserves a little something for saving her from the douche bag and well, like Eren said, she looks hot tonight, her little black dress barely covering her important bits, someone should appreciate it.

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