#YOURE JUST TURNING THE HATE AROUND FOR NO REASON

[femmeroll]

are you guys sick of older!sevika yet or what…

sevika x fem reader

cw: age gap, modern setting, sfw & nsfw, idk this is just feeding my delusions

older!sevika will always give you a ride. in fact, the thought of you having to drive yourself anywhere makes her sad. you’re a princess who deserves to be chauffeured around!

she’ll pick you up in her truck from your college classes with your favorite drink from dunkin in the cupholder. she’ll wake up at seven in the morning just so she can drive you to your eight A.M class.

“babe, it’s your day off. you need to rest, i can drive myself!”

“is that some sort of joke? get in the truck.”

older!sevika is physically incapable of watching a movie with you without falling asleep. the second her ass hits the couch in your apartment, it’s like she swallowed ten melatonin gummies.

you guys are cuddling up under a blanket, peacefully enjoying some movie you found after scrolling through disney plus for ten minutes. around fifteen minutes into the movie, you turn to see her eyes closed, softly snoring against the pillow.

“sevi…c’mon, wake up. it’s been like…thirty seconds.”

she stirs awake with a groan. “i’m awake, i’m awake. i won’t pass out again, promise.”

she falls back asleep twenty minutes later.

older!sevika is, contrary to popular belief, a huge fan of romantic sex. she hates quickies, they just don’t satisfy her need to be intimate with you in every sense of the word.

she loves to take her sweet time with you. making out turns to gentle grinding on her lap, which then turns to neck bites and soft rubs on your hardened nipples. she won’t touch your cunt until she’s positive that you’re dripping with need. everything with sevika is an expression of her love. every deep thrust of her strap into your pussy is filled with sweetness and appreciation for you.

during aftercare, she’ll do whatever you ask. she’ll rub your back, get you water, feed you, clean you up in the bath. the whole time she’s mumbling praises in your ear about how much she loves you.

and on that note…

older!sevika gets turned on by the most random things. wearing her shirt? she’s ripping it off and getting on her knees for you. doing work with a concentrated look on your face? she’s blushing down to her neck. singing along to a song in the car? she’s pulling over and tonguing you down.

“babe…i’m studying for midterms. what are you kissing my neck for?”

“you’re so hot when you’re focused. i think it’s time for a break, baby girl.”

older!sevika starts facetiming you during her lunch at the office. she’ll listen to you talk about your classes or your outfit or the weather for the entire hour she has free. the whole reason she calls you every day is so she can hear your voice and look at your gorgeous face.

she’ll have her phone propped up against a stack of papers on her desk, staring at you through the screen with hearts in her eyes like a cartoon character. nodding mindlessly as whatever you need to rant about, completely at peace due to the sound of you.

older!sevika smokes a concerning amount of cigs, just like in the canon universe. between clients at work? she’s going out back to smoke. after sex? she’s smoking in bed. driving you somewhere? she’s smoking in the car with the window rolled down. she’s literally always coughing.

that being said, she thinks vaping is just ridiculous. she just thinks it’s lame. if you vape (like me), she’ll make the most dramatic, grossed out face the second you pull it out. it smells too sweet, and they’re like forty bucks a piece.

she will absolutely buy you a new one when she’s out getting herself cigarettes, though. she can’t say no to you ever.

[parfaitblogs]

i NEED a angst fic (with a happy ending ofc) based on tolerate it by taylor swift please 🙏 big chance it’s been done before though and im just the most unoriginal bitch ever

tolerate it ❀ s. reid x reader

in which spencer reid gets out of prison, and you baselessly feel like your relationship is growing increasingly one sided.  pairing: spencer reid x reader genre: angst tags: post prison reid. neglectful bf spencer reid. happy (open) ending. communication yippee. themes of self doubt in reader. mentions of spencer not eating.  word count: 2k a/n: writers block isn't real you just need to watch criminal minds season 12 episode 13 'spencer' and then listen to tolerate it on repeat for three hours straight. iiii know human beings don't talk in long monologued speeches but for the sake of my sanity let us pretend i am shakespeare and spencer reid is my leontes. plzzzz tell me if u liked this or if u didn't yay thank u ily

i sit and watch you. i notice everything you do, or don't do. (lines 3–4)

A fork scrapes against ceramic. It emits a scratching sound that hurts your ears, and you're cringing from your curled up position on the couch as you hear it. Silverware shines beneath the bright, warm glow of his kitchen light, his food barely dented as he pushes it around his plate. 

He's been playing with it since he sat down to eat it. 

You're not too sure what's going through his head as he takes barely there bites of a meal you cooked. You don't think you want to know. But it takes him all of twenty three minutes to come to the same conclusion he made last night, and every other night before that. That he isn't going to eat any more of the food, and just like his fork, his chair scrapes against the floor as he stands. 

He wraps the plate in aluminium foil, the crinkling of metal being your only indicator that he has plans to eat it later. At least, that's what you hope. 

When he disappears into the bedroom, you follow him. Like a lovesick puppy, you're trailing after him, and your chest feels hollow with how embarrassing it all is. 

He doesn't know you're watching him, though. 

At least, not to the extent you are. He's field trained enough to know that you're keeping an eye on him, but your silence is only indicative of you giving him the space he so politely asked for three days ago. He's not in his right mind to assume you're silent for any other reason, and you've battled to a loss with the thoughts of letting him into your disaster of a brain. 

He doesn't need to know that.

The ensuite door shuts behind him, and you hear the water turn on minutes later. You take the cue to curl up on your side of the bed, your fingers toying with the paper edges of a book you now had in your lap. The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, for you were rediscovering your love for children's novels amongst this trying time between you and Spencer. 

"Hey, did you buy me more shampoo?"

Your head lifts at the voice, the snowy Narnia world you had built in your brain shattering in an instant, as you're met with the dull colours of Spencer Reid's bedroom, and a showered and dressed Spencer Reid standing only a few feet away. His bedroom hadn't always been dull. Really, nothing had actually changed artistically within it to make it dull. But there's something about no longer laughing in a room once filled with so much love that mutes its vibrance. 

"Yeah," you say, dog-earing the page you were on and slipping it onto the nightstand. "I saw you were running low."

His lips part as he exhales, and you hate that you can tell he's pushing away something snippy. It wasn't that he was actively trying to start fights with you, but his temper has grown short, and he has more anger in his heart than before. 

"You didn't get the right one, that's all."

And though it isn't said rudely, your chest opens up like a black hole regardless, and a thick ball of emotion lodges in your throat.

"I'm sorry," you force past your lips, despising the hollow sound of your sad voice, and the fact that he notices it. His eyebrows frown towards each other at the sound of you, and he takes a step towards the bed.

It's pathetic, right? To be this upset over him letting you know the thing you bought him wasn't correct. In that almost fake sounding soft, kind voice he has when he is trying to keep his unnecessary frustration at bay. 

But it wasn't like this was the first time you'd done something for him in recent, and been told you did it wrong, instead of simply being thanked. Acts of service he was finding problems within no matter what they were, each new critique chipping away at the scales of your self confidence. You don't even think he's meaning to do it.

Every time this happens, memories of the other times flash violently in your head, reminding you that he could not find the beauty of being cared for by you the way he had before this. This, this thing you were barely even able to string the letters of together, because it seemed so foreign and faraway to you. Spencer Reid in prison is not a sentence that makes sense in this — or any other — timeline. You don't think it ever will. And yet.

You'd cooked him meals every single day since he got out. Meals he'd barely ever touch, wrap in foil, then put in the fridge for his work lunch the next day. You don't know if he's even eating them at work, or if he's just taking them there to throw them out. You've been too scared to reach out to any of his team members to ask. Knowledge is power, but knowledge makes his negligence all too real. 

There's a fear in calling it negligence. It isn't fair of you to expect the same man before and after prison, and you know he's dealing with more than you can fathom. You were prepared for distance. 

Just not this much.

The submerged sound of your name tugs you from your thoughts, and suddenly Spencer is closer than he was before, and he's repeating your name over and over in calling. Once you rapidly blink and shake your head, he determines you've returned to Earth, and he's falling silent again. There's concern knitting his eyebrows together, and he's got his hands hovering in the air, as if he's reaching for you, but second guessing himself at the same time. 

"Whats going on in your brain?" he asks you after a few beats of the two of you just staring at each other. 

Like a dam breaking, his question triggers an onslaught of emotions, and every fear and insecurity you've had inside you spills out.

"I feel like you suddenly hate me," your eyes rapidly search the duvet in front of you for your words. "Or—or I annoy you with my presence? Or my care? I mean, I try to do things for you and you barely even spare them a second glance, or thought. You barely talk to me anymore outside of updating me on your schedule. We sleep with miles of distance between us," you gesture to the bed beside you. "I cook you meals you don't eat, I wash your clothes you don't fold. Both of which are things that I'm fine with, because I can't imagine how skewed your appetite is, and I—I know laundry is a trigger now. But there is not even a slight hint of you—you being thankful. You know, appreciative. I feel like I'm following you around like a servant, and I'm doing things with no gratitude in return. I'm doing things I shouldn't have to, because I'm your girlfriend. Not your maid. But they are things that I want to do, because I care for you, and I love you," you pause, a self deprecating smile appearing on your face. "And—and you haven't even told me you love me since the day we got you home. Do you even love me, still? No, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know. I mean, I do. I don't know. God, Spencer, can you say something?"

He doesn't. For a long while, he stares at you, and you train your eyes on the pattern on the bedding you're currently sitting under. His gaze is pulverising, and every second that passes is another limb turning to dust beneath it. His silence should be enough of an answer for you. Yet, you hold onto groundless hope still.

It feels like eternity has passed you by, by the time you hear his voice again.

"I don't mean to make you think I don't love you," he says. "I do love you. Which feels meaningless to confess to you now, knowing how you feel, and I wish my expansive knowledge of words could come up with a confession that does justice to how you feel, but also makes you feel better. I can only hope you take it at face value, and don't assume I'm saying it because it's what you want me to say." 

He finds a seat on the bed in front of you, fingers fidgeting with each other as he fixates on the wooden flooring in front of him. 

"I am grateful for everything you've done for me recently. I'm sorry I haven't expressed that. I'm having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other, let alone stringing together sensical thoughts. I wish I could tell you what my mind sounds like without feeling guilty about it. It isn't nice, and every thought I have is far from positive," he lifts his eyes to you, and you watch in real time as they soften, for the first time since he came home. "I will tell you that there's you. Among every awful thought and feeling I have, there is you. I think I... I think I've been coming across as ungrateful because you are a breath of relief after every bad thought and feeling. Am I making sense?" you nod your head, and he sighs in, namely, relief. "I take a step back from processing my emotions and figuring out how I'm going to talk about them with that bureau therapist when I think about you, because you are the one good thing I have to hold on to. So I just bask in the thought of you, or the sight of you, and focus on nothing else."

You aren't sure when you began to cry, and you only realise it when you have to sniffle before speaking. "You can focus on so many things at once, though." 

"Not anymore," he admits, looking back down. "I don't know what's happened. I've gone from having a brain that works inhumanly — which is objectively an incorrect statement, but I digress — to one that cannot multitask on two separate things at once." 

"Oh," you whisper. "I see."

"I'm so sorry I've made you feel as though your efforts go unnoticed, honey," he murmurs. "They don't. This has just been really difficult."

"I know," you say, wiping your tear stained face with the back of your hand. 

There's a part of you that wants this to be the end of it. The end of self doubt, and distance, and instead the beginning of your relationship rebuilding itself alongside Spencer. 

There's a larger, more logical part of you, that knows you cannot just sweep every self conscious doubt under the rug and move on. 

"I just want some time," you tell him, and his shoulders tense as you speak. "Not to—not to break up. Or even for us to have a break. I don't want that. I've just felt very... unloved. Like you're merely tolerating my presence in your life. And now, I know you aren't. But I have to find my confidence in myself in this relationship again before I can move on."

"Okay," his voice is strained as he speaks, and you know he's not exactly content with your request for space.

You try not to focus on that, in order to stand firm in your decision. 

That is where the conversation ends. And just like every other night, he climbs into bed and leaves a considerable amount of distance between your two bodies. You choose not to dwell on it, because this is now him giving you the space you so politely requested. You were catastrophising, and you'd be damned if you let such a thing control your life any longer. 

It maybe wasn't all in your head, but you still had to take the self doubt shaped dagger from your stomach out.

now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. (line 30)

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[theyluvpeach]

¨your vibes are off.¨

chris needs a good high to sleep, so he hits you up. dealer!reader x client!chris blurb. ⋆ ★

Chris can't sleep.

He's been awake for 72 hours now. Every single time he watches the clock change to a new number, measuring the amount he hasn't had his head shoved between his pillow. He kisses teeth. His usual strain of weed from his dealer just isn't doing it for him anymore.

He doesn't like having his business all out there, but this is ridiculous. So he turns to Matt.

When Matt sends your Instagram he thinks he's tripping, why would you be a dealer?

He knows you, not personally but he's seen you around. bright outfits, big jewelry, small bottoms, tight shirts, bold makeup—He's sure everyone on campus knows your name. You're at frats everyweekend, clubs every other week.

You look like you hang out with unicorns and fairies in your free time, why on earth would you be a dealer?

He takes Matt's word though. He finds out that you're gonna be at their frat later tonight for one of his frat brother's birthday, which ultimately is perfect because he didn't feel like chasing you down.

You're not hard to spot.

Almost mesh white top, brown mini skirt, knee-high black boots, gold chains dance along your waist, and gold bangles on your arms to match. You're a sight alright.

When he comes up to you, you're leaning against the wall, hair splayed out behind you, 2 drinks in hand, and a dazed look on your face.

"Hi." You say glancing up to him with a small smile. "Chris, right? Youngest of the triplets?"

He gives a nod in return. "Mhnp..." You let out of a soft noise that leads to him locking eyes with you. The glitter that's on your lids clumps in your mascara and makes your eyes sparkle, your lips tinted in a cherry shade. He blinks at you.

You just look at him. You stare at him like you're trying to read his soul. He hates it. But he can't bring himself to look away from you.

He begins to pull out his wallet, "Matt already paid for you, s okay." He quickly shoves his wallet back into his pocket, "Hold this." You say handing him 1 of the 2 drinks you're holding, and he does. For some reason.

You reach into your bra and pull out a small glitter baggie. "Are you serious?"

You blink. "S just a bag." You roll your eyes. Chris is starting to get annoyed at how long this interaction is taking. He's been awake for far too long, and his eyes are starting to burn like crazy. He practically snatches the small bag from your hand.

Chris is pissed. "What the—?" Okay, the pink rolling paper is pushing it, but a bow wrapped around a joint?

"What is your deal—! I.." The more he stares down at the joint, the more he notices. He can see light purple and pink sprinkled throughout the joint. "What's in this?"

"Weed."

He scoffs. "Obviously, dumbass— what other shit did you put in here?"

If music wasn't blasting hard enough for you to feel it in your heart, everyone would hear how loud Chris is yelling at you.

You glare at him—The dazed look on your face slowly disappearing. "Lavender and rose. They help calm anxiety," You say, clutching the drink in your hand tighter, causing it to spill over. "It's a free joint, man, your brother already paid for it, he specifically asked for this one," You step away from the wall and maintain eye contact, you're close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

"But if my glitter bag and my bow bother you so much, you don't have to take it. So. Do. You. Want. It. Or. Not?" You hit the center of his chest with your acrylic nail repeatedly, as each word files out of your mouth. If Chris wasn't sleep deprived, he'd probably do something about it. Like dragging you off to his room and showing what else you could do with that big mouth. But right now, all he wants to do is smoke, get high, and pass the fuck out.

"I'll take it." He grumbles, staring directly down at you, refusing to be the one to break the eye contact you guys have been holding for so long.

"Yeah." You roll your eyes and step back. "That's what I thought." You say, snatching back the drink you gave him to hold and walking off.

He thinks you're an annoying little piece of work, but that doesn't stop him from staring at your ass as you walk away.

When you're finally out of his sight is when goes off to his room.

He lets out a deep sigh sigh as he closes his door behind him, the music of the party slightly muffled by his door. He feels his phone go off.

matt: yo

tf you say to n/n???

chris: ?

matt: she said your vibes are off

Chris scoffs. If he doesn't get high enough from your little mythical fairy joint he's finding you, immediately.

Chris sleeps like a baby that night.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel

[hwkei]

best friend!touya who’s been your best friend since you two were in diapers, your moms had been best friends for forever, so it automatically applied to the two of you

best friend!touya who would constantly pull your hair as a kid, snickering to himself over your reaction until you’d complain to his mom

best friend!touya who’d chase you around with worms on a stick until you hid behind his mother and suddenly he’d become a timid 5-year-old with tears welling up in his big round eyes

best friend!touya who would pout any time you’d hang out with fuyumi instead, because you were his best friend first, even though he’d never admit it

best friend!touya who absolutely hated the attention you’d give to shoto when he was born, not understanding the reason why fuyumi and you would just coo over the newborn, “he looks like a scrunched up potato”

best friend!touya who’d be in every single one of your classes throughout elementary and middle school, it wasn’t until high school that the two of you would be seperated

best friend!touya whose mom would joke with yours, saying “it’s like they’re practically joined at the hip” while touya would yell about how he could survive without you, it wasn’t like he was that dependent on you

best friend!touya who would you’d text at the most random hours of the night—but despite his constant complaining about how you’re bothering his sleep, you’re one of the only people who’s on the “allow notification from” on all his focuses.

best friend!touya who comes to hang around between the breaks in between classes, sitting on the chair in front of you, watching you study the concepts from the lesson prior—“nerd” “idiot”

best friend!touya who makes sure to study just enough to get into the same university as you, albeit in different departments

best friend!touya who offers to rent an apartment off campus with you, claiming it’d be much cheaper than dorming on campus—and it’d be less of a walk for him to hang out in your room

best friend!touya who cooks lunch and leaves it in the refrigerator for you during finals so you don’t have to overexert yourself but when confronter, always claims that it was just “leftovers”

best friend!touya who’ll make fun of any guy you bring around, claiming that they’re not good for you and when asked who would be good for you would shrug and mumble “someone better”

best friend!touya who’ll let you cry on his shoulder and watch horrible romcoms with you after every heartbreak, he hates seeing you like that but he’s more afraid of ruining the dynamic the two of you have

best friend!touya who finally kisses you one night when the two of you are just a bit tipsy, immediately turning red and locking himself in his room for the night

best friend!touya who properly confesses after a week, with your favorite flowers and favorite snacks. the tips of his ears burn hot with embarrassment, but the smile on your face and the sloppy, rushed kiss you give him makes up for it tenfold

best friend!touya who’s loved you since you the two of you were kids, and who will love you until his last breath

@rueclfer @saturnzlv

this was hard leave me ALONE

hawkei, 2025

[confessioncassette]

𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 - 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

summary : you know better than to talk to other guys.

tw : dubcon [consent isn’t clearly voiced, but reader has mixed emotions] rough sex, jealousy, yandere themes, toxic behaviors, hate fucking, no protection, creampie, possessive Thanos

words : 4.9k

notes : NOT PROOF READ (we die like men). sorry this took so long,,,,, what’s up with me liking bathroom sex? Anyways, the anon who sent in this request- holy fuck. I just want to say that I didn’t really care for Thanos at first but after watching edits of him and rewatching the season, I fell madly in love with him. So. I thank the anon who sent in this request !

It was a massacre, the last game.

The stench of body odor and copper lingers within the white-brick walled room. The sterile lights practically assault your brain after the game you just played.

The air always felt eerily lighter after a game, like fate had granted mercy, allowing you to survive one more day. Your body’s still lively, already sore from being pulled and grabbed in different directions in Mingle. The adrenaline pumps fiercely, nausea pills within your gut and it doesn’t feel like it’ll die down soon. The guards had handed out food once the headcount was confirmed, but you simply don’t have the appetite. You mindlessly pick at your food, pushing it around the plastic tupperware as you mull over the same new dilemma of your current life. Of how everytime that damned glass pig falls from the ceiling, when the lights dim and the pot glows, lightening up the faces below, more and more money dumps into the pot.

The money of lives lost.

It was strange, how after every game, most of the people are ill with fear, at least the ones who weren’t sadists. Their eyes sunken and glossy, their bodies stiff, their clothes splattered in the blood of the poor victim next to them. They all witnessed atrocities that would haunt them for the rest of their lives, but that all seemed to wash away when money came into play. It all washed away knowing that you were chosen to live another day.

When it comes time for the vote, it’s like most of them want to take luck on a joyride, forgetting that they could possibly be next. All you have to do is believe you’ll be lucky the next and the next right? Just one more, right? Fuck the person beside you.

As long as it wasn’t you, right?

Despite pressing “X” game after game, you take a chance on hope, you pray that humanity hasn’t lost what little morality they have left, or whatever god or gods haven’t abandoned humanity.

You aren’t a monster. Money is the reason why you opted to play childhood games for money, but you didn’t want it like this. You fear every time that gun goes off, sometimes anticipating it before it happens, knowing someone had messed up and would pay for their life. A small drop in the bucket. Once, the shooters were so close to you that the sound of the gunshots one after the other ricocheted through your ear drums. Blood splattered your face, warm and reeking of copper after the men in the six legged race beside you spent their last moments on earth begging for their life. Thanos couldn’t have picked a better spot to sit and watch, and you spent hours scrubbing your skin raw to get the blood off in the bathroom sink.

You didn’t feel clean after.

“Min-su, you need to eat.” You mumble, weird how tight your face feels right now. Moving your own lips feels like a chore. You scan the crowd of people mingling quietly as they eat. How absolutely absurd that they can even stomach eating right now.

The baby-faced man just hums in response. It’s hard to believe he’s 27 with the way he acts, let alone his looks.

“I’m not really hungry either.” You shrug. Turning to him, Min-su’s attention is elsewhere. Empty eyes stare off into a group of people on the other side of the room, but you can tell he’s not really looking at them. He’s on a different planet, seeing through the wall, staring through a state of nothingness.

Dissociating from reality gets you far here when there’s downtime.

“But you have to at least hydrate. Today was a lot.” You offer him your bottled water, still unopened since his was already empty, forgotten at his feet. You couldn’t stomach liquids either, might as well give it away.

“Min-su.” You say louder, your cheekbones ache, your eyes sting.

“Y-yeah?”

“Drink.” Despite your skin protesting, you smile. His youthful face is still pristine, and you can’t believe it. Even yourself, slipping and sliding, running through pools of red after the last game, can feel the crust of dried blood on your chin, the dampness of it seeping through your clothes.

Thankfully, he takes your offer, immediately opening it to slug it down. It’s probably the most normal you’ve seen him.

Satisfied, you playfully shove his knee.

“Next vote, we’ll all say ‘no more.’” You reassure him. ”Then we can all go home and eat a real meal. Wouldn’t that be nice?” With the little time you’ve been here, food seemed to dwindle less and less each serving.

His puppy-like eyes light up just a little, a small curve of his lips gives you hope that someone is still behind those eyes.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

”Maybe we can go to this new restaurant they just opened in my neighborhood. I heard they have the best bibimbap, I just haven’t had the time to go.” Or the money.

“You’d like to go with me?”

And for some reason, that pinched your heart. You don’t know anything about the kid, hell, he could be in crippling debt from shady shit, but you can’t help but want to reach out a hand to him. Clearly, he’s an adult, but you don’t think he could make his own decision even if his life depended on it. That’s why-

“Hey!”

That’s why he’s a sheep, following a man like Thanos because he can’t just say no.

“I said hey! You goin’ fucking deaf?” Without turning, you already know that voice, those steps.

”I thought you were my brother, man. The hell you doing talkin’ to my girl?” Thanos’s voice towers over you from behind. Taking a deep breath to close your eyes, wishing you were anywhere but here.

Min-su's eyes grow wide, his mouth opens to speak, but he freezes.

Fingers flip your hair for attention, but you remain facing Min-su.

“You trying to fuck with me? Over here smiling and shit.” Thanos takes a seat on the steps beside you, fingers twirling your hair. “You won’t win her over like that, my boy. Takes a real man to handle this one.” You cringe, you always did when he spewed his bullshit.

“What’s so funny, huh?” He tests.

Min-su’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of you.

From your peripheral, Thanos’s face is close to yours, watching every muscle. His head cocks to the side, lips forming a pout and subtly nods his head up and down.

He’s high. It wasn’t even a week and you can tell his antics. He must have taken a pill of god-knows-what from his necklace.

For some unknown and unsolicited reason to you, Thanos has sunken his claws into you day one.

You were in line, waiting to take your picture when a guy vaguely familiar to you was suddenly surrounded by what looked like fans. Number 230. Girls fawned over him, guys wanting to chop up a conversation - a rapper, one reminds you. Now how the fuck does a famous rapper get into a place like this? He must have spent every ‘earning’ dollar on foreign cars, drugs, girls… Money can’t buy intelligence.

He had locked eyes with you after being scolded by the pink guard, and before he entered the stairwell, he gestured a heart with his hands.

He seemed like a normal, cocky guy with little quirks at first. Never being one to enter the scene of his caliber, you figured it was normal the way he carried himself. Never did you think he’d actually take a liking to you to the point of being a nuisance. You’ve come to find out that he was a sociopath and terrifying during the games. One pop of those pills and he’d cause chaos purposefully. To your shock, the purple haired man who gave you a heart just 10 minutes ago, pushed 3 innocent people during red light green light and smiled when they were shot. Skipping around, twirling and dancing while others ran for their life to cross that finish line.

After the first game, he approached with confidence, spitting out a freestyle about how he fancies you. Confessing empty feelings towards you and sitting uncomfortably close during the first dinner. You didn’t pay much attention to him, but it didn’t phase him. You were already locked in, forced to participate in these games with him as an ally.

No matter how much you pull away, how much you ignore, his leg will always touch yours, his fingers will always thread through your hair, his eyes will always find yours, always watching and waiting. He never missed a moment to compliment you, to touch you gently, even when you haven’t showered in days. For why, you didn’t know. Night one, he had even threatened someone to take the bed next to yours.

You were pulled into the next game with him, and thankfully you were good at ddakji, giving your team a jumpstart with time. And to your surprise of his coordination, he was good at jegi. With Mingle, Thanos kept a bruising grip on your forearm, keeping you close, not more than a hair's length from him. Even when the game called for 2 people, he’d abandoned his friend to pull you in a room.

“Just one more game, yeah? I want to see you join the O gang.” He said sweetly, pressing the pad of his fingers into the palm of your hand. “You’re not trying to leave me, are you? After this we can leave here together.” Whether he meant it or not, you could care less. You wanted to leave. Leave him and these games behind. To hell with the money at this point.

And when you pressed that “X”, keeping your badge of hope, you could feel the daggers from across the room. He was furious. Surprisingly, he didn’t voice it, because after all was said and done, the majority ruled in favor of continuing the games, breaking your heart into little itty bitty shards of glass. Your fire had faded, your faith had been shattered, but Thanos didn’t care. He was so happy that he picked you up and spun you around, rambling about how he has more time with you now.

“My boy, I asked what’s so fucking funny? Hello?” Thanos waves his hand obnoxiously between the two of you.

“Would you just leave it? We were just-“

Thanos’s eyes find the two empty water bottles beside the man in front of you. Putting two and two together, he snaps. Thanos lunges forward, threatening to grab Min-su by the collar, but he stops before he does.

”Did you give your shit to him? What, didn’t want to ask me if I needed it first?” Towering over the two of you, the purple haired man taps his chest, swaying over his feet.

“Babygirl,” his voice drawls, “why you gotta do me like that?”

It’s been too long of a day, your body aches, your head pounds at the inside of your skull… you’re done with this. Standing up, you give a reassuring smile to Min-su before stepping down the stairs to head to the bathroom.

To your relief, Thanos doesn’t follow. While everyone left around you crawls up to their bed, the announcement blares on the overhead speakers in that unnatural feminine voice, “LIGHTS OUT IN 10 MINUTES.”

Standing before the pink guard, you request to use the bathroom and thankfully, whoever is under that mask, doesn’t give you a hard time. He simply steps aside to let you walk down the sickly pesto pink hallway to the women’s lavatory.

Your steps echo over the pristine white tile, sterile lights glow from the ceiling as you scan the long and empty bathroom. You’re the only one here. Sighing, you stand over the sink and collect yourself.

Your clothes reek of decay, the wrists of your jacket damp and sticky - and you were right about feeling that dried blood on your chin. Your eyes are sunken and glossy, your hair messy and unbrushed and the beds of your fingernails are crusted in red bodily fluids.

Enjoying the moments of silence underneath the fluorescent glow, you begin your nightly routine scrubbing yourself clean.

“LIGHTS OUT IN 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1”

The bathroom remains lit, and you give it a second for the pink guard to come get you, but all you hear is the water dripping from the faucet and… otherwise complete silence. Your eyes watch the door to your left, but it remains still as it was.

They must have forgotten you were in here, but that doesn’t bother you. This was the first time you’ve heard silence in days. No snoring, no rustling of bedding, no screaming, gunshots, crying, praying… just complete and utter silence.

You’ve only had a moment to begin fixing your hair when you hear the hinges of the door creak open.

Turning your head, you’re met with Thanos swaggering into the room, heels scuffling over the tile. Eyes like daggers remain fixated on you by the sink.

“There you are, my baby girl. Why’d you dip on me earlier? I was trying to defend my girl.” He says casually, leaning against the wall.

You can admit the fact that the man before you is… attractive. His sharp facial features stand out in a crowd. The tattoos that litter his skin give even more of an edge to him. He’s tall and lean… But he’s an ass who has been lingering over you unsolicitedly for days. His personality is equivalent to needles splitting your brain open, but you can’t deny that in this moment, he looks good.

“How- how did you get in here?” Your only moments of silence, the only time you had to yourself was eventually corrupted by him, as always. You keep your face tight and swallow the feelings of confusion and anger.

Thanos shrugs, pursing his lips.

“I just came right in. No guards out there, plus they can’t keep me from you baby girl, you know that.”

“You’re fucking insane. Get out of the girls bathroom!”

”Relax, baby,” pushing himself off the wall, he takes his time to stalk towards you. Hand over his chest, he raises his brows in a sympathetic manner.

“You hurt me back there. Can’t you see how much I care for you? I never treated a lady like this before.”

You back up slowly, observing his every moment closely. His pupils were dilated and his lips curled into a grin.

“Just the the fuck out, we’re going to get in trouble if you’re caught in here.” You didn’t have a death wish right now, given the situation you’re in. You’d rather die messing up in a game than by the choice Thanos has made.

“Don’t test me,” he says sternly, pointing two fingers at you. His nostrils flare before his face relaxes.

”C’mon baby girl, tell me what you and my boy were talking about? You made me look like an ass out there.”

Gripping the cool porcelain sink, you take a breath. Maybe talking calmly to him will de-escalate the situation. It’s evident that the guards either know you both are in here and just don’t care, or they can’t even hear you.

“Thanos, I was just trying to cheer him up. You know how shy he is, Min-su isn’t cut out for these things. I mean, look at the situation we’re in, it’s traumatizing.” That’s probably the longest thing you’ve said to him, and you notice that he notices. Giving a smug look of satisfaction, he’s eager to respond.

“I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.” His arms shoot open and he leans his chest forward. “This shit is fun. He’s under my wing, he’s got nothing to worry about. If you guys stop voting to leave we’d have a higher chance of getting all that money and leaving here together as a group, you know what I’m sayin’? And you guys just fuck around behind my back.”

You observe his characteristics when he talks to you. He’s expressive with his body, leaning his body side to side, talking with his hands. You’ve noticed that he’s more fidgety when he’s high.

“I can take care of you baby girl, like I have been doing. Keep all your attention on me and we won’t have a problem, yeah?” Your plan didn’t work. It’s calmed him down some, you can see it in his eyes, he’s looking at you like he… adores you. His eyes dart around your face in awe, his mouth slightly dropped open.

He’s just fucking high.

“I’m done, we’re going to bed.”

Moving to leave past him, Thanos grips your wrist painfully tight.

“The hell-“

He pushes your body back in front of him, bringing your wrist up to your face level. His other arm slithers over the small of your back, keeping you close. He’s warm, and surprisingly clean, despite his clothing. His grip is bruising, and you’re too sore to give back much fight. He might just end up killing you here, in an institutional bathroom.

Your eyes blow wide in surprise. The lighting here is so stark that you can see yourself in the reflection of his glossy eyes and enlarged pupils.

“You fucked with me, and here’s how this is going to go.” His all too excited smile was telling - that he was enjoying this. He’s been waiting for this moment.

”I keep you safe, I feed you… and you wanna flirt with other guys right in front of me?” His voice amplified the last of that sentence and you squeeze your eyes shut in response.

“What’s he got that I don’t have, huh?” His head cocks to the side before he presses his face close to your ear. You shutter at the yelling, but he doesn’t allow you to move an inch.

“You’re insane.” You whisper.

”The only thing that’s been driving me fuckin’ insane in here is you… you…” He pauses.

His face quickly reels back, face confused as ever before it drops again into that soft expression. His mood swings give you whiplash. You never know what’s next with him.

”Baby, I don’t even know your name.”

You shake your head, looking up at him perplexed. “Wha- I don’t,” you begin. The way he can change topics on a dime-

“My baby giiiirl,” he drawls, “tell me your name. I don’t even know my girls name.” He pouts.

You stare back at him in shock, refusing to move a muscle. But obviously this won’t do for him. Unsatisfied with your lack of reaction, or name giving, he twists your wrist tight again, causing you to open your mouth in a silent scream.

“Tell me baby, tell me your name.” He presses the arm around your back tightly as he guides you backwards. Your body collides into the cool tile of the bathroom wall, and now you’re really fucked.

You give in. You offer your name on a silver plate to him, the last bit of yourself you haven’t given away was now his.

“Ah,” he takes it in and repeats your name over and over again, tasting it on his tongue and savoring it like a candy sweet.

You swallow thickly, taking in each breath slowly from the double sided pressure. It’s all getting too much. The anger you felt earlier comes bubbling up again. His annoyance, his obnoxiousness, his presence - it’s all too overwhelming. His reactions to things, the way he bullies the other players, his corruption and carelessness…

”Fuck off.” You spit.

Thanos whistles then smiles wide. You fucked up. You fucked up in a way that unleashed the depths of his insanity. Bringing his face unbearably close to yours he gives an airy laugh.

”God, you’re always such a prissy bitch,” he sighs, savoring the icy daggered look you give him, “I fucking love that.”

”And you’re a fucking freak.”

“You know I’ve been waiting forever to be alone with you. Show you how I really feel.” He responds, not even acknowledging what you said to him.

Thanos goes again to press his leg between your thighs, he pushes his knee up to your core. Now you’re stuck between the wall, his body and straddling his leg with absolutely no space to move. Your face twinges in the slightest of pleasure, but you quickly collect yourself.

He definitely notices.

”You’re like a pretty painting, like in one of those fancy museums.” He slurs, keeping his eye on you. “Could look at you all day…” he spaces off.

“Thanos,” you wiggle in his grip, unable to breathe.

“Baby if you keep moving like that…” You already feel it. Not just feeling it, but you see it. Down between your bodies, his bulge protrudes upright, reaching to his waistband. Little wet spots of precum had already formed through the fabric of his jumpsuit god-knows when.

You want to whine, but you opt to squeeze your eyes shut and extend your neck up to face the ceiling. The white light illuminates through your eyelids, reminding you where you are.

Thanos takes this moment of your exposed neck to devour it. He’s sloppy, but coordinated. His wet tongue drags up to your jawline, leaving hot saliva that cools over. He groans at the taste. He’s not so gentle with his teeth when he drags them over your flesh, nibbling and scraping the tender spot under your chin.

Mindlessly, Thanos humps into you. His thick bulge grinds over your sweet spot in the perfect way… forcing a soft moan past your lips. With each hump, you feel his sweatpants push and push down, exposing the head of his cock.

Thanos loosens his hold on you, bringing one hand to the bottom of your sweater to lift it up, exposing your belly.

You gasp, immediately feeling the wetness of his precum stringing from his cock to your stomach with every thrust. Your eyes shot open, almost going blind from the lights above you. Tufts of his hair block your vision, and the scratching of his earring begins to irritate your cheek.

“I’m sorry babygirl, I was just mad earlier. I know you’d never flirt with Min-su…”

Hump, hump, hump.

“Ah - but if you ever think about giving your time to anyone else, you’re fucking dead.”

His voice rasps lowly in your ear and his precum starts to get messier by the second. Looking down, you see his cockhead red and angry. He’s thick and long. Veins dance along his shaft beautifully, and his sweet smell wafts to your nose.

“Needed you so bad all those days ago. Can’t believe I finally have you. You’ve been thinking of this too, yeah?”

He doesn’t give time to answer, not like you would have. Your emotions were a mix between anger, shock and… pleasure. It was a confusing mix, it was intense and steamy. Your core burned for him but your heart raged. In a way, you were flattered, but that feeling was none compared to the others.

In a swift motion, Thanos pulls away his knee, much to your internal dismay, to pull down your pants to your ankles. He gives himself just a second to free himself, only to the base of his balls. Standing upright at attention, you see fully how thick he is. He was a tall man, but you didn’t think his size would correlate…

From base to tip, he was the same circumference. The tip of his cock a dark blushed pink, almost red, while his balls were plump with clean cut hair. He must have trimmed the day he was kidnapped for the games.

“Come here baby girl,” he whispers before picking you up with ease and pressing you against the cold tile once again. He hooks his arms under your legs, pressing your legs open to a standing mating press. Your body contests with the stretch, but you’re too weak to adjust yourself.

Using the leverage the wall gave, he positions himself comfortably, cock lining up to your opening. His head prodded your entrance, and you feel all too hot.

Giving him an icy glare, all he gives back is an expression of sickly love.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll realize one day how much you love me back. But for now, I gotta show everyone who you belong to.”

Opening your mouth to respond, Thanos was quick to press his bulbous cockhead past your opening. Your mouth slacks open in pleasure, while your core burns at the sensation. You would hate to admit it, but you were already pooling from the pressure of his knee earlier.

But of course he took notice.

“Oh fuck, I feel you. See, I knew you’ve been wanting this too.”

Thanos pushed and pushed through your walls, deeper and deeper.

”Sorry baby, I couldn’t wait. I’ll touch you next time, yeah?”

Your walls twitch at the intrusion, but your slick allows him to press in with ease. Finally hitting the end, you gasp for air. His cock must be pressing against your cervix, the pressure is too much, you internally beg for him to move. His balls softly push against the curve of your ass before he moves his hips back, letting his cock drag along your walls.

“Oh my god,” you barely whisper. It was like a dream. A fucked up, but also marvelous dream.

Before he does anything else, Thanos latches on to the base of your neck like a leach, sucking your skin roughly like he’s trying to take every last molecule of your blood.

Humping into you only by inches, slowly creating your pussy into the shape of him, he sucks and sucks deeply at your neck. Closing your eyes, tears of pleasure being to pool at the feeling.

“Ouch, Thanos, please,” You writhe in his hold, but he doesn’t let up until he wants to. Popping his lips off of you, his breath is ragged. Dark eyes meet yours, intense and hypnotizing.

“You’re fucking mine. I’ll kill anyone that even looks at you.”

And with that, he plunges his cock deep inside you again, all the way to press himself against your cervix.

He starts a brutal pace, fucking you deep and raw. The intensity within his eyes swim with a sickly adoration before he asks-

“Kiss me. Fuck, kiss me.”

You whine, pressing your lips into his. His kiss was rough, full of teeth and need. Your head bumps against the tile and without a second thought, Thanos wraps one of your legs around him to keep you in place before placing his hand behind your head to cradle your skull.

His tongue forces his way into yours, and he groans at your taste, your warmth. His breath is ragged and fast, fucking you roughly into oblivion. His pelvis rubs your clit with every motion and you grind back down every time he meets you deep.

Pulling away, he presses his sweaty forehead to yours before moving his other hand to the fat of your ass. His dull fingernails dig into your flesh with an iron grip, moving you to his rhythm.

“Not going to last long, fuck baby-“ He groans before sticking his tongue out to lick and suck at your bottom lip. It must be an oral fixation for him when he’s like this.

Your name falls from his mouth like a mantra, over and over again like before. He whispers sweet nothings of how much he loves you, how he’s so happy to have met you and -

“You better fucking vote to stay in the games next round.”

It was a threat. But the pleasure you felt within your core washed it all away within milliseconds. You feel the slick from your cunt coat his balls and your belly starts to tighten. The string of your euphoria was under so much pressure and it was ready to snap.

Thanos’s thrusts became sloppy and even harder than before. The sound of skin slapping was all you could hear, that and the moaning that fell effortlessly past his lips.

1 pump, 2 pump, 3… your body was a ragdoll in his grip, sending you over the edge in nonverbal pleasure. You silently cry out, letting your orgasm wash over you. Your walls contracted and shuddered around him, causing him to lose all bearings.

“Fucking love you…” was all he said before filling your pussy with hot ropes of cum. It was too much, and you felt the balloon pop deep inside you. Warm, sticky liquid coats your walls and begins to seep out with every tired thrust he gives.

You both stayed there for a few moments, before Thanos kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips. You’re too tired to respond. Him pulling out of you is equivalent to a wall opening a dam.

But he was oddly gentle, like those little moments he’d give you when he wasn’t high.

He must have come down.

Because he was gentle, setting you down to the floor, and gentle when he took your hand to hold you upright. Your legs threatened to give out any second, and with everything that had happened today, you were absolutely spent.

He didn’t clean you up though. Instead, the purple haired man caressed your face softly while his other hand shoved his cum back up inside your cunt.

“Tired?” He nodded to you, and all you could do was nod back. “Let’s go to bed, sweet girl. Tomorrow we got more money to earn.”

He took the time to pull up your pants and tuck himself back inside his before slinging an arm around you.

You realize the position you’re in. You’re at his mercy of the games, and beyond that.

And you just realized that you can’t say no either.

[l1tw1ck]

Scholarship

Top Tony Stark x Bottom!FTM Reader

Terms Used for Reader: Pussy, Sex, Dick, T-Dick, Cunt

here's a random tony blurb. idk if it's long enough to be worth putting on ao3 😭 heavily inspired by an event req, will probably post that next?

CW: Non-Con, Power Imbalance, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Perv Tony, Creampie

"How many more times do you have to be sent to detention until you stop acting out?" Tony sighs, sitting at the teacher's desk as you take your normal detention seat. He's the principal, but offered to watch over your detention this time. It wasn't a strange request since he's the reason you have a scholarship, it's expected of him to worry about someone he personally sponsors. "You’ve skipped so many classes, are you trying to get your scholarship rescinded?”

You don't respond. You don't skip school because you want to. You live on your own so you spend most of your time working or sleeping. You miss your morning classes often due to constantly being overworked. You work two jobs so school and detention is the only time you have to rest or study. The scholarship only covers your attendance, you have to work for everything else. You wanted to sleep this time around.

Tony sighs. "Come here."

You walk towards him. "What?"

He walks over to the other side of his desk and forces you to bend over. Before you can even say a word, he spanks you. "I awarded you with the scholarship because I saw your potential. With conduct like this, you’re making me look like a fool.”

Your breath hitches, there's no way this is allowed. "Don't- don't touch me-"

Tony ignores you and unbuckles your belt, restraining your hands with it before forcing your pants off. "Maybe a little forcefulness will straighten you out." He spanks you again. "I've always liked you, you know?"

You shiver. Liked you? The principal, liking you, a student? You always thought he looked at you weird but this never crossed your mind.

"You always seemed tough, so tough that I thought it'd be hard to break you. But that's only a facade, isn't it?" He pulls your underwear down. "What a pretty sight." He runs his fingers down your sex and to your t-dick, softly touching it and involuntarily getting you wet.

"Get the fuck away from me!" You kick his leg, but it does nothing.

"And here I thought you'd lost your fight." Tony chuckles, sliding a finger into your entrance.

"Stop it!" You squirm around. “I’ll tell the cops!”

He grins and lets out a shaky breath, your struggle is turning him on. He leans forward and into your ear. "I could just force my cock inside if that's what you want, sweetheart." He slides another finger into you.

You shake your head. "No- I don't- I don't want that-"

He groans in pleasure. "Scared? If you're good, I’ll be gentle."

"You're a disgusting bastard."

"Am I?" He pulls away from your ear and takes his fingers out. You listen to the sound of his belt falling to the ground and the shuffling of his clothes. Your body seizes at the feeling of something rubbing against your pussy, the tip of his cock. You brace for his entrance, soon feeling him force his thickness inside you.

Tony moans again. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock." His voice is deep and dripping with lust. You never thought Tony Stark would turn out to be a guy like this. "Fuck, you're taking me so well..”

“I- I didn't skip because I wanted to!” You clench your fists. “I work every night and every weekend!”

“You should’ve told me, sweetheart.” Tony gently rubs your back. “Quit. I’ll pay for everything. I can't have my best student wasting his time at some crappy job…”

You shake your head. “I’ll drop out..”

“If that's what you want. I’ll take care of you and you won't have to work another day in your life.”

You keep shaking your head. “I won't tell anyone…just…just let me go.”

“You hate me that much now?” He starts to fuck you at a lazy pace. “You used to look at me with such hopeful eyes…you idolized me.”

You don't say anything.

“I think I’m gonna miss that. I always fantasized about you looking up at me like that, sucking my cock like a good boy. The mere thought of seeing you smiling with my cum all over your face drove me crazy.” He grabs your waist. “But you hating me is sexy too. Your fear is adorable.”

He starts fucking you properly, making the desk shake with each movement. “God, I’ll never get sick of this pussy.”

The intrusive feeling of his cock inside you is undeniably pleasurable but even more disgusting. The thought of experiencing this frequently makes you sick. You don't want to feel good.

“C’mon, baby, moan for me.” He spanks you. You’d rather get your mouth sewn shut. He leans against you and brings his hand in between the gap between you and the desk, aiming for your dick. You twitch as he strokes you. You can't help but make noise. “There you go.” You can hear his smile.

“Some- someone–” You let out a whimpery breath. “gonna hea- hear~”

“No one will. These classrooms are built to be as soundproof as possible. Even if they do, I’ll make sure they won't say anything.”

You feel disgusted at the possibility that he made it that way for this specific purpose.

“Mm- I’m close–” He huffs. “That's how fucking good you feel. Could barely last 30 minutes. Shit—”

Your eyes widen as you feel his cum flooding your insides.

“Don't worry..” He mutters, slowly pulling out and watching his cum drip down from your cunt. “I don't want any kids.”

You hear a camera flash.

[saeist]

"you seriously need to stop showing up at my door at ungodly hours looking like a fucking corpse"

you walk away from the front door after opening it for your not so secret assassin boyfriend, nagumo

"hey, at least i came home alive and kicking" nagumo attempts to joke but it looks like you aren't in the mood for shits and giggles with the way you completely ignored him and headed straight to the bathroom

nagumo, despite being an absolute fucking mess, clothes bloody and all, still removed his shoes at the entrance of your apartment. a strict rule you had implemented after you had started dating

he follows you to the bathroom like a puppy that has been kicked. when he gets there, he sees you waiting by the door holding your first aid kit

this is basically a routine at this point. nagumo goes on about his day like normal and when shit hits the fan, he comes home straight to you

nagumo quietly sits on the toilet lid as he takes off his dress shirt that's now all cut and dirty. his blood or not, he throws it away to the trashcan

you let out a big sigh, opening your first aid kit. you take a second to look at nagumo, assessing his wounds for the night. a big, long slash on his chest, multiple bruises all over his abdomen and some minor cuts on his face

looks like it's gonna be a long night inside your bathroom

it's quiet in your bathroom this time around. usually by now you were scolding him to no end, talking about how he should be more extra careful next time because you hated seeing him come home like this

but tonight takes the cherry on top. you couldn't take it anymore. this slowly becoming a routine was killing you

you knew that nagumo was strong enough to handle his enemies. he wasn't in the order for nothing but sometimes you can't help but worry for him

the first order of business is to clean his wounds. you grabbed a towelette, run it under the faucet before cleaning his cuts and bruises

"wait can you count to three before you– ouch!" nagumo yelps the second the towelette is pressed over his wounds.

you kept silent and did your work. now focusing on cleaning the deep cut across his chest. he now was cursing and complaining about how it hurts

nagumo should know better that this hurts you as much as it hurts him. you absolutely can't stand the thought of him getting severely hurt mid mission or worse— dying

"y/n– babe, can you be more gentle– ow! ow! ow!" nagumo grunts as you tilt his head up so you could wipe the cuts on his face and his bruised forehead

nagumo's hands fly towards your wrists, preventing you to move further

"y/n, what's wrong with you tonight? why aren't you saying anything?" nagumo frowns, looking at you, "talk to me"

you shake his hand off of your wrist and continued working on his wounds, refusing to talk nor look at him in the eyes

when you move to clean his busted lip, nagumo hisses, jerking his head away

"fuckin' hell" he hisses, kissing his teeth in annoyance. he was slowly getting ticked off that you were giving him the silent treatment for no reason

you grab his face, forcing him to turn back to you so you could be over this. his usual playful face long gone as he scowls. he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was getting frustrated by you

when you press the towelette back to his lips again, this time snatches it from your hand to do it himself

"if you're just going to keep being silent then let me just tend to myself" he mutters, voice sharp with irritation

"fine. suit yourself" you snap, slamming your first aid kit shut, shoving it back into the cabinet and walked out of the bathroom with nagumo still inside

"oh, so now you start talking" nagumo retorts, watching you walk out of the bathroom

spinning around, you shot him a glare before you slamming the bathroom door shut, stomping off to your bedroom so you could go back to bed

nagumo scoffs, staring at the now closed door. clearly angered by your attitude for tonight. 'did i overdid it tonight?' he thinks to himself but he quickly shakes those thoughts away because he had no one to tend to his wounds but himself

while nagumo was still in the bathroom, you lay in bed, staring at a wall for god knows how long

you were busy thinking about nagumo and the state of his well being. yes, he is an assassin and that it's his job to kill people, but that also meant there are people out there who's also targeting him

you worry about him all the time. he's your boyfriend, of course you're going to worry. so seeing him walk through your 4 walls you call your shared home looking like that?

it was too much

the other end of your bed suddenly dips, snapping you out of your long train of thought. you didn't have to turn around to check if it was nagumo

you can't help but feel a little guilty that you just left him in your bathroom to tend himself but unfortunately for tonight, you let your emotions get to the best of you

a long arm slides over your waist, pulling you back. you feel your back hit his now bandaged chest. nagumo snakes his other arm under your head so you were now in his arms

you can feel him shift a little closer to you as he rests his head against your shoulder. his hair, damp, poking your face

"i'm sorry" he whispers, hot breath fanning the side of your face

for a moment you debated on whether or not you should stay upset at him or let him be but you are unable to resist him much longer. you feel guilty over your actions. it's not like he can control whether or not his enemies would only give him a slap on the wrist and so, you melt with his touch. you shift your whole body around to face him

nagumo looks at you tenderly. you can see the exhaustion written on his face. he then softly tucks your hair away behind your ear as you two stare at each other. basking in each other's presence. he's okay

suddenly, nagumo presses a gentle kiss on the top of your head. that was enough to start the waterworks. he's here, he's home, he's with you safe and sound

the second nagumo hears you sniffle, he immediately tips your chin up so he could see you fully

"man, i hate seeing you cry" he chuckles, wiping the stray tears that's rolling down your cheeks

"i hate you" you mumbled, "i hate seeing you come home looking like.. that"

nagumo purses his lips shut. he knows that this was hard on you. he knows that you hate seeing him all wounded. he knows that you hate his profession more than anything

"i know" he says quietly, his thumb caressing your cheek, "but it's my job"

"i know that but can you at least not come home like you're seconds away from knocking on death's door? you're going to kill me faster than you could kill your enemies" you rant, letting your emotions flow freely

nagumo sighs, resting his forehead against yours. "i'm sorry" he repeats again

hearing his voice sound like that made your chest tighten. you can also see it in his eyes, but he couldn't help it. things like this, or the aftermath of every mission is beyond his control whether he wins or not

nagumo shifts your position, pulling you closer if it was even possible. your face now buried in his neck. his free hand rubbing random shapes on your exposed skin

his own little way of comforting you and telling you that he's not going anywhere

when he feels that your breathing was starting to become steady, he pulls your duvet over both of you. it's times like this where his warmth and presence are enough to lull you to sleep

"you should go to sleep" nagumo mumbles, "i know you're tired"

you blink, looking up at him. your eyelashes tickle his neck but he doesn't mind

"i love you" you say, pulling apart ever so slightly so you could kiss him on the lips

nagumo smiles against the kiss and peppers your face with kisses

"i love you more than life" he says back, looking into your eyes. "i'll be more careful next time. i promise"

you scoff, nesting your head onto his bandaged chest as you let your eyes close

"you better or i'm killing you myself" you mumbled, slowly falling asleep

"i'd rather have that than anything else"

nagumo kisses the top of your head one last time, getting sleepier by the minute. you can feel his body relax as he dozes off with you in his arms

one thing's for certain is that despite everything, nagumo is still here, with you and you wouldn't trade that for anything in this world

[munsonsmixtapes]

Filthy? How about Reader helping Eddie clean his damn room 🤣 (mine is not much better)

You don't know why you agree to help him. Eddie's room is quite possibly the worst you've ever seen and you don't want to judge him because you know that people's living spaces can often be abandoned for various reasons, but jesus christ is it absolutely horrific. You can't even see the floor so you stay in the doorway, terrified of what's inside.

Eddie steps in without a second thought then holds a hand out to you that you reluctantly take as he pulls you inside. You grimace as you look around, piles and piles of clothes with various other items among them.

It's so overwhelming that you don't even know where to start. Eddie is by his desk, sorting all of the stuff that sits atop it, muttering t o himself. You know he's not going to be any help, so you just decide to start somewhere, hoping to somehow be able to see the floor again.

There's a magazine on top and you flip it over to find a half naked woman on the cover. Curiosity getting the best of you, you flip through it, only to find that some of the pages are stuck together. Upon your discovery, you toss it back down in disgust, looking for something to wipe your hands on.

"Jesus, Eddie," you grimace and he turns around just in time to see the magazine land back down on the pillow.

"That's not mine," he tells you with a shake of his head. "That's Gareth's. He must have left it here." He's telling the truth, but you're not sure if you believe him. You shouldn't be surprised since that seems like the exact kind of thing he'd do. It's not like you care to argue anyway. There are much more important things to do.

Once his desk is clean, together, you and Eddie wash and dry and put away all of his clothes. It's definitely the most domestic thing you've done together and once you've gotten into a groove, you have to admit that you don't hate it.

You like doing these kinds of things with Eddie. You like Eddie. You're sure he already knows this, though since you haven't exactly been subtle about it, but you're pretty sure he likes you to.

And he does. He likes you a lot and to be honest, you're the only person he'd ask to help him because he knows you wouldn't judge him, and you didn't. You made faces, sure, but you never actually said anything. You just helped him with that pretty smile on your face without a single complaint.

And once the cleaning is all over, you both lie on his freshly made bed together, smiling at each other as a result of your job well done. Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling you to his chest, hoping that he'll finally get the guts to tell you how he feels.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In a Place Like This 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob! Frank Castle

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: your efforts to be left alone find you in bad company.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You live in a bad neighbourhood. A lot of people do. No one would choose to live there. You just sort of end up where life dumps you. All you can do is figure out how to get through it. 

One eye over your shoulder at all time. That’s how. You can’t let your guard down. Not ever. Not even behind the grated windows of your apartment. Not even with the sun out and children playing across the street. 

That day, you’re on alert. The guy was at the diner during your shift. You remember he sent his eggs back for being too cold despite the steam roiling off them. You should’ve known he was one of those. Trying to find any reason to get a free plate. You didn’t bring him a second. If he wanted one, he could pay his bill up front. 

He waited. You didn’t expect that kind of patience from him. He’s more of the instant gratification sort. That’s probably what he thinks going to happen. 

You slip your hand over your purse subtly. You don’t let your gait slow, you don’t quicken. You keep it as it is. You have to let him believe he’s smarter than you. He’s stronger, no doubt, but that doesn’t mean anything. 

You push your hand through the zipper. Your fingers hook through the brass loops and you grip them tight. You’re a scrapper. You can do what needs to be done, even if you hate it. 

He snickers as you turn down the alley that cuts through behind Jack’s Pawn Shop. The old man keeps a bat under his counter and pistol in his belt. He’ll chase away the idiot if you don’t have to first. 

He thinks he has you. Let him. Over-confidence breeds stupidity. You know what never fails. Minding your business. 

You pass the dumpsters and that’s when he breaks into a sprint. You spin out of his way, only for him to crash into the metal crate. You don’t have time to react as you swing without a clear sight. You hit something. Someone. 

The griper from the diner is wrestled down beneath another man. His skull cracks off the pavement as the second stranger straddles him breathlessly and touches his cheek. There’s a split in the flesh from where you caught him. 

“Shit,” he shakes his head. “Got a hell of a left hook.” 

You back away and pull your arm back, “sure do.” 

“Ah, calm down,” he stands and nudges the unsatisfied diner with his boot. “I was following this dipshit, not you.” 

“Mhmm,” you hum doubtfully. 

You back up, keeping your arm cocked. He turns to watch you. He scoffs and tilts his head, looking you up and down. 

“You don’t got surprise on your side now. Won’t be as easy the second time.” 

You arch a brow and and grip the knuckles even tighter. He chuckles. “Told ya, I’m not interested in you.” 

“Never to careful with you lot,” you sneer as you edge away. He doesn’t move. 

“You lot?” He echoes curiously. 

“Criminals. All of ya,” you spit. 

He snorts and puts his hands on his hips. You curl your lip as you continue your retreat. As you get to the end of the alley, you shake your head. You tuck the knuckles back in your purse and keep your fingers hooked in them. 

You can never be too safe. 

💀

Another day at the diner. It’s dead after two in the afternoon. Kids are in school, lunch is over, and pay day is still around the corner. You lazily wipe the counter as you stare at the box TV perched on the old ledge. The news tallies off another casualty count; the anchor recounting the glorified account of a robbery uptown. The one down at Tina Lou’s is conveniently unreported. 

The bell above the door chimes. You sigh. The job pays your bills, the tips are small but money is money, and no one’s in the habit of hiring without a degree and some nepotistic internship down at daddy’s office. Your father didn’t work in an office. Well, you don’t know shit about your father. 

You’re not much for customer service but Alfie didn’t hire you for that. He hires the ones who can keep the diners in check. The one’s that make sure the bill is paid. 

You grab the carafe of stale coffee and approach the table as the man strips off his leather jacket. He’s one of them. You can tell by his shoulders, the way he postures and looks around like he pays for the electricity. 

You flip his cup and as you pour, he looks at you. You meet his gaze, undaunted. You narrow your eyes bluish bruise over his cheek bone and the fresh gash there. What are the odds? 

You don’t believe in coincidences. 

“How’s the hand, sugar?” He glances at your hand as you pour. Your left. They’re still tender. “Put ice on it?” 

You straighten up and hold the coffee urn steady. “Just the coffee?” 

One side of his mouth curls, “I’ll take a grilled cheese and some of those fries. Can you have Vin put on some friend onions too?” 

His mention of the cook isn’t said without weight. He wants you to know what he knows. He knows Vinny, he knows Alfie, and now he knows you. He makes a show of reading your name tag. 

“Grilled cheese, fries, onions,” you recite plainly. 

“And if you can change the channel, that’d be nice. Hate these squawking parrots,” he pushes his shoulders back and spreads his knees wide under the table. 

You turn without another word and set the carafe on the burner. You go to the window and put in the order. Vinny grunts. You swipe the remote and march over to the occupied table. As you do, a pair of diner stops outside, push the door in only and inch before thinking better of it. You watch them flee past the windows as they stare at the man at the table. 

You put the remote in front of him. He tilts his head back to look at you, “Frank Castle.” He introduces himself. “But a woman like you already knows that, don’t ya?” 

Your eyes flick up and down. His features are bullish and thick. His nose shows signs of a break at some point and his brown eyes are as dark as pits.

“Hard to tell one of ya from the next.” 

You spin and go back to the counter, once more dragging the cloth over the surface. He snorts and shakes his head as he laughs to himself. He mutters but you can’t make out his words. You agree. It’s silly that a man like him is trying to intimidate a waitress. Business must be slow. 

[genderqueerdykes]

One thing that's upset me a lot lately is not just the hate towards trans men&mascs by trans women&fems but the amount of trans men&mascs who respond to anyone who tries to call it out by calling them transphobic for doing so. I've literally been told BY trans men that I'm speaking over women for saying rhetorics like "kill all men" make me extremely uncomfortable. And it's made me feel so helpless because- now I can't even speak out among people who I thought would get it? Really?

And this often comes from trans men&mascs who are at the very start of their transition so I'm theorizing this might stem from the (very familiar) feeling of being a traitor to womanhood by becoming a man. And that maybe they're trying to get rid of their guilt by sucking up to women and downplaying their own oppression in order to be "one of the good ones". Which is something I've definitely been guilty of myself at the start of my journey.

But I've also seen this being spread by trans men who are very far along their transition, who go about it by enforcing gender roles in the grossest of ways (telling me to 'man up' and take it, claiming that transfems are these vulnerable things that need protection from us big strong mascs-)

And the worst thing is I've seen transfems react POSITIVELY to it, like???

I'm not even mad. I'm just... this is terrifying to me.

I'm a trans man and I've always believed we were trying to divorce ourselves not only from gender roles but also from the gender binary and they Do always claim to do so but then they turn around and enforce it the second they can benefit from it in some way. (Which, I don't know if they don't realize it, but the transfems don't even do! It's misogyny! You're not a little baby that needs protection! You're not some innocent pure being that can't ever do wrong! They're not affirming you, it's just a new recipe for oppression!)

It's gross and scary and so so sad. It's like watching a friend of yours suddenly say something racist and having this realization of oh. I'm not as safe with you as I thought.

i'm right there with you anon, people are horrible about this and it's just going completely unchecked. it's not good that so many trans men and mascs are also spewing the same tired rhetoric that trans men and mascs are speaking over trans women just by virtue of talking about being transmasc/a trans man. it honestly isn't helping transmascs/men to do this to each other. it's just needless virtue signalling to try to get brownie points with transfems

the "kill all men" stuff has to stop. it's not okay. so many men are transfems and trans women who haven't realized it yet. trans mens & mascs lives are so important. gay mens lives are important. bi/pan/mspec mens lives are important. aromantic mens lives are important. asexual mens lives are important. asexual mens lives are important. men of colors lives are important. the list goes on

if someone doesnt want to receive blind hatred from someone else for no reason, they shouldn't do it back to them. it's not fixing anything it's furthering the divide. that's all it's doing is creating a larger wedge inbetween "men and non men". it's not keeping anyone safe. it's hurting everyone. thank you for taking the time to send this. i really appreciate you. take care

[paulyenvol6]

Good Girl

Joel Miller x female reader (OS)

A new territory for me but I'm obsessed with the last of us at the moment and just had to write something about Joel. Hope you enjoy this smutty one shot.

Contains: smut, dubcon (reader is in pain and Joel doesn't stop), p in v, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, praising, degrading, spanking, dom!Joel, sub!reader, mentions of words like slut and bitch, Joel being mean and manipulative, a little fluff in the end

Wordcount: ~4.51k

Masterlist

You were so fucking cold.

You already wore a t-shirt, a sweatshirt and Joel's jacket and still here you were shivering and wrapping your arms around your body in an attempt to warm yourself.

Your eyes were fixed on the fire in front of you that was supposed to make you feel better as well but for some reason nothing worked tonight. You were feeling small. Vulnerable. Whiny. And you knew that as much as Joel was willing to take care of you when you were in that kind of state of mind you knew that he also hated it when you sank in self-pity and didn't take care of yourself. It was an odd combination because he was highly possessive of you and loved the way you were dependent on him but at the same time he would disapprovingly hum at you when you didn't eat enough or just started to cry instead of taking care of what was bothering you and communicating your needs.

That was why you hesitated to call for Joel who was in the kitchen making tea for the both of us. Perhaps it would help you against the coldness, you thought and patiently waited until he walked out of the kitchen heading to you on the couch. Joel put both cups on the table and then sat down next to you.

"Careful. It's hot. Don't want you to burn yourself."

You nodded and eagerly wrapped your hands around the cup. You closed your eyes at the feeling of the warmth spreading in your hands and then flooding your whole body and soon you felt so much more comfortable and safe.

And yet you were still craving Joel's presence which was why you snuggled up against his chest and formed yourself into a ball wanting to be fully embraced by him. He scoffed but gave in to your needs by holding you tightly and stroking your back. When he felt how you pressed yourself against his upper body he hummed.

"What is it babygirl?"

You didn't answer him at first and instead continued to push yourself impossibly close to him which he commented with a growl.

"You're gonne make me fucking hard."

With these words Joel gently and yet firmly grabbed your shoulder to turn you around.

"Words. Now."

You watched him under your lashes trying to give him your best doll eyes while toying with your fingers.

"What?" you asked.

"You're acting differently. Are you sick?"

"No," you whispered and dropped your gaze. "Just wanna… wanna be close to you, daddy."

You couldn't see his reaction but the next thing you felt was how he pulled you towards him again. This time it was Joel who wrapped his arms around your body to hold you tightly and now your ass was pressed to his center.

"You need your daddy, mhm?" he whispered against your ear and a shiver ran down your spine. "What do you want, babygirl?"

You were uncapable of answering because you feared you might just let out a whine so you prayed he would just pursue with what he wanted already so you could feel him. But of course Joel didn't let you off this easily.

"I wanna hear your voice. Or do you want me to fucking leave and jerk off alone?"

Swiftly you shook your head and your hands gripped his shirt to make sure he couldn't leave as if you could prevent it if he decided to.

"Please no. I need you. Need to feel full."

"There we go, sweetheart. Not that hard isn't it?"

His hand came down to spank the back of your thighs roughly which made you twitch and instincitvely jolt away from him.

"Ugh ugh," Joel made and pulled you back. And then his hand that had previously enclosed around your stomach made its way up to your breasts and he started to shamelessly knead them through your shirt. But he only played with your tits a few moments before stopping and slightly smirking at your whine. Then he tapped your hip and adjusted himself on the couch.

"On the ground. Knees."

Quick as the wind you obeyed and literally fell on your knees in front of him which was quite uncomfortable because the stoney ground didn't do anything for you but you priority was to please him. So no part of you thought about it twice. Joel's eyes were fixed on you which almost made you feel intimidated but you were quickly pulled away from your thoughts because he had started to open his belt and pull down his jeans.

"God… look at you."

His hand reached down to grab your chin and he adjusted your head so you were looking up to him. "Open your fucking mouth."

Once your lips had parted and you expactantly stared up to him Joel spat right on your tongue which was followed by a crooked smirk on his face.

"Dirty slut. Show me your tongue. Don't you fucking swallow it."

You obeyed and made sure to present him your tongue until he was content and rubbed with his thumb over your lower lip. "Swallow."

You closed your mouth again and waited for what he would do now. You already felt the heat between your legs that made you unable to sit still which obviously didn't go unnoticed by Joel.

"So eager… Can't be patient for a few minuted, huh?"

He pulled down his boxers until his cock was free and as so many times before you were stunned with his hard member. He was so thick and large that you asked yourself once again how he was able to fit inside of you. His veins were prominent on the side of his shaft and you couldn't wait to feel them on your tongue. Your eyes seemed to speak for you because he scoffed and wrapped a hand around his cock.

"You want it?"

You nodded but shrieked when his hand came down to smack you across the face.

"I wanna hear you say it, stupid slut."

You hated it so much but felt how your eyes got teary eyes at his sharp words.

"I-I want it," you eventually stated and hoped that he wouldn't see the tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes.

Why did he have to say these kinds of things, you thought while feeling an odd but intense anger burning inside of you. And why did he slap you just because you hadn't answered him immediately? All you craved right now was to be held by him and hear his praise that he sometimes whispered in your ear. Then his mouth would be so close to your ear that you felt his beard stubble on your skin. And his voice would be so quiet and husky you felt like no one else was supposed to hear these words and the two of you were the only people in the world.

You were torn back to the present when Joel finally brought his tip to your lips to smear his precum over them. It was a degrading and humiliating gesture and it made your heart beat quickly and yet you didn't attempt to speak up. Because you knew it was what he liked. To see you broken and vulnerable. Perhaps it was because you were the only thing in this unpredictable world that he could control. After everything that happened, his daughter's death, all those people who had either left him or betrayed him, after all this unpredictability you were the one thing that he could control.

He knew that he could control your thoughts and feelings and turn you into a pathetic mess within minutes if he merely called you a slut a few times. And he loved it so much to see you response to his words and actions. He loved to see your eyes when they were big as coins, when you cried and sniffed and when you couldn't control the noises leaving your mouth anymore.

"Open your fucking mouth," his low voice cut through the air and you obeyed him while raising your gaze to him. His eyes were fixed on you while he inserted himself into your mouth and he let out a sigh once your tongue touched his veiny shaft. It was different to what you had expected. You had assumed he would take you roughly, fuck your throat ignoring your chokes and gags but instead his movements were slow and rather powerful and intense.

But it definitely wasn't necessary to fuck your mouth rapidly to make you gag. Joel's cock was so big and massive that just feeling him slowly slide into your mouth alone made you gasp for air and as always you thought that you wouldn't be able to take it. But also, as always, he soothingly stroked the back of your head.

"Shh, babygirl," he cooed when he noticed how you arched and tensed up. "Breathe through your nose. You can take it."

But was that really the case? You couldn't get any air in your lungs and you feared that you would throw up if he continued to hit the back of your throat. Because now his thrusts were still slow but he went so deep that his balls were almost pressed to your face. Unconsciously your hands had grabbed his thighs and you now dug your fingers in the fabric of his jeans and pushed at his legs to show him how much you were struggling. Suddenly you were yanked off his cock and you felt Joel's hand turning your head back so you were forced to look at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he spitted and in the way his jaw tightened you saw that he was pissed.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and submissively looked down.

"I asked what's wrong with you. This ain't an answer to my question."

He yanked your head back again wanting to look at your face.

"I don't know, I…. It's too much."

"It wasn't too much last night when you begged me to fuck your throat. Don't act like that now, you're a little cock-hungry slut and we both know it."

Once again tears welled in your eyes and this time Joel noticed and sighed deeply. "Oh for fuck's sake, y/n."

You let out a little sob and rubbed over your eyes with the back of your hand while he finally released your head. Joel leaned back in the couch and watched you expectantly.

"So what will it be?"

You didn't reply, too focused on calming yourself and stopping the tears from spilling.

"You're either gonna go to bed now or get back to work and suck me off. But I swear to god if you won't do it there will be no sweet daddy for you tonight. You made me fucking hard by rubbing your little ass against me and now want to back out just because you suddenly don't feel like getting your mouth fucked."

You sniffed again but felt brave enough to meet his eyes.

"I don't wanna go to bed."

He raised his eyebrows. "So?"

"I want your cock, daddy."

Joel sighed again but straightened up on the couch to move closer to your face.

"Stick your tongue out," he demanded and you knew what was coming. He gathered his spit and let it fall down on your flat tongue. Obediently you waited for his next words and when you finally saw him smirk again you felt a warmth in your belly.

"Swallow."

Before you could even follow his order he had pulled you closer to him and pushed his cock past your lips. He went so deep that your body tensed up again but you couldn't disappoint him again and demand him to stop so you squeezed your eyes and dug your nails into the palms of your own hands while trying to fight your gagging.

"Take it, baby. C'mon. I know you can do it."

His words calmed you a little. All you wanted tonight was your sweet caring Joel and although he didn't seem to be in his best mood currently his words were somewhat like a soothing gesture to you. You panted heavily while you tried to adjust to his size and breathe through your nose. 'Why did he have to be so goddamn thick?' you thought and then felt him pull back again.

"Good girl," he growled and then started to fuck your face at a steady pace again. His praise motivated you to do better and so you licked over his tip as often as you could to pleasure him even more. He tasted a little salty but ultimately it was just his familiar taste and scent you were able to recognize.

"That's it, babygirl. I knew you could do it. Yeah…," he whispered and the hand on the back of your head gripped your hair tighter, a sign that he wouldn't last very long. "Knew you just needed someone to put you into your fucking place."

At this point Joel was just using your mouth for his pleasure and your mouth remained as nothing as a toy to insert his cock in. He held your head in place while snapping his hips forwards delivering deep and forceful thrusts. You felt how you were growing immune to the pain and discomfort and didn't even really pay attention to it.

"Gonna fuckin' milk my cock," he now growled and you felt how his thrusts became more sloppy and faster. "Gonna paint your slutty face with my cum."

Sensing that he was very close you forced yourself to keep your teary eyes on him as you knew that meeting your gaze during sex always increased his lust and it turned out to be true this time as well. He moaned loudly, threw his head back and then quickly pulled away from you in order to come on your face. His tip was right in front of your face and all you could do was wait and watch him shoot his load on your face.

"Oh fuck," he moaned and bit his lip at the sight of you on your knees for him. "S'what you good for, mhm? You were fucking meant for sucking my cock. Little whore."

You took his words in silence only focusing on sticking your tongue out and keeping your eyes on him. But he didn't expect an answer from you anyway and instead just waited until he felt he had fully emptied himself and then grabbed a fistful of your hair.

"Stand up," was all he said and you jumped up as quickly as your wobbly legs allowed. Once you stood in front of him feeling very small and vulnerable under his gaze suddenly Joel leaned back on the couch and lifted the corner of his mouth.

"Take ya clothes off, baby."

You started peeling off one layer by one and he was seemingly smug about seeing your shaky hands fumble with the buttons. Only when all you wore were your bra and panties did he stop you.

"Good girl. Now turn around."

Goosebumps covered your arms although you weren't sure they were caused by the coldness or your exposure to Joel. But nevertheless you did exactly how you were told. It gave you a dangerous bubbly feeling in your belly to not see what he was doing behind you but when you felt a sharp sting on your ass you jolted forwards and he reacted by pulling you back towards him and then on the couch. You shrieked in surprise and the next thing you felt was the soft cushions behind your back and his big hand caressing your cheek.

He had crawled on top of you and was now watching you with those brown eyes that you had learnt could go from being the most loving and caring to being cruel and cold. Right now you would describe them as covetous.

Joel leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose which made you giggle but the sound quickly turned into a gasp when his hand cupped your breast through the fabric of your bra. He massaged your flesh for a few seconds before reaching behind you to take the piece of clothing off. In a matter of seconds he had torn it off you and threw it somewhere behind you and then his eyes regarded your bare upper body.

The smirk on his face that followed made you melt and you were so grateful for him being gentle with you now after having degraded and humiliated you like this. The palm of his hand rubbed over your hard pink nipples while he kneaded your breasts and the sight of his big and rough hands on your body alone almost made you moan out loudly.

"Look at you…," he hummed his eyes not leaving your chest for a second. Joel Miller was a boob guy after all as you had figured out soon after you had met him. No matter if it was about touching and toying with them, licking your perky nipples or pressing kisses on your soft flesh, he just couldn't get enough of them.

"That's my fucking body and these are my fucking tits. You belong to me, you haven't forgot that, have you?"

His voice was so husky and low that you really had to concentrate on listening to the content of his words rather than the sound but you eventually rapidly nodded with your head.

"Of course not, daddy."

"Good," he breathed. There was this determination in his eyes as well as the desperate need to claim you as his and despite wishing he would just take you in his arms and squeeze you like you were the only person on this planet for him his expression made your heart beat louder.

"Cause these fucking moans are only mine to listen to. These eyes are only meant to look at me. This fucking brain is supposed to only think about me. And I swear to god I ain't have a problem with remindin' you in case you forget." 

You quickly shook your head but your words almost got stuck in your throat when Joel's thumb brushed over your left nipple.

"I-I won't forget it, daddy," you stuttered which gave only gave him even more satisfaction.

"Hold still," he then said as he noticed the way your hips were buckling and shifting and you only managed to do so with difficulty. He hooked his fingers into your waistband and slightly pulled at them.

"You think you deserve to get this pussy eaten?" he growled and for the first time tonight you weren't sure how to answer him. All you knew was that you needed preparation because taking his fat cock without it would hurt you like hell.

Not knowing how to best answer him without pissing him off you waited while he inspected your panties and then slowly dragged them down your legs. His head was on the same level as your belly now and he kissed your soft skin. You felt his beard scratching against you but in the most beautiful and comforting way.

"J-Joel," you whimpered and buried your hands in his soft curls. His eyes wandered up to you and the two of you made eye contact.

"What?" he hissed and before you could answer he had crawled up to you again and sucked on the delicate skin of your neck. 'So he won't give me a treat tonight?' you thought with a hint of disappointment. You knew how good he was able to make you feel with his tongue and had already looked forward to it when he had kissed his way down your body.

But if you were being honest to yourself you weren't surprised. He had this mean look in his eyes tonight and this crinkle in the corner of his mouth. You really should've known better.

While his mouth was still occupied with leaving bite marks on your neck his hands were quick to run over your slit.

"Fucking drippin' all over me," he growled and without giving a warning he slapped your pussy which made you jolt. It earned you another smack and this time he pressed your down on the couch with his free hand.

"Stay still, m'not gonna say it again."

For a brief moment his thumb connected to your clit and he rubbed it in tight circles but you had just started to relax in his arms when it already stopped.

"Open wide f'me," he ordered and when you looked down to your stomach you could see his hand wrapped around his shaft. You were glad about being soaked so his cock wouldn't hurt too much but you were still a little worried. In most cases Joel prepared you by fingering you and scissoring you open for him and you feared that it would be too much now.

You inhaled deeply and placed a hand on his hand that guided his tip through your folds.

"Please be gentle, daddy," you said with a thin voice. His eyes found yours and you couldn't exactly read his expression.

"Always," was all he said and then he entered you.

The feeling was so intense that you gasped out and you felt your eyes getting round like coins. Instinctively your hands gripped his strong arms and your nails dug into his muscles.

"Joel, fuck," you whimpered and felt your eyes filling with tears. There was a sharp sting in your core but not so much that you would want him to stop. All you would've needed was a few moments to adjust but unfortunately he didn't grant you this.

Too caught up in his pleasure and perhaps also indifferent to how you were feeling he started to fuck you at a steady pace and you had no choice but to do your very best and try to relax around him. You knew that this was the best medicine to the pain you occasionally felt when he was too fast or you weren't prepared enough which both was the case tonight.

"That's a good girl, yeah," he hummed sounding pleased with the way you tightly hugged his member. "Takin' me so fucking well. Like you're a fucking virgin," he chuckled and his hand came down to gently rub over your neck.

"But we both know that ain't true. Both know you're a slutty bitch who can't keep her legs closed."

You choked on a cry at a sharp thrust and Joel rolled back his eyes at the delicious feeling of your nails scratching his arms. All you wished for was that the pain in your core would finally vanish and you could fully embrace him but for some reason it just didn't happen. He was so big that it felt like he was everywhere. His scent, his voice, his big cock were the only things in the world you could perceive right now and it was overwhelming.

He went so deep with every thrust that you could feel him hit your cervix and the burning stretch of him splitting you open made your facade crumble.

"J-Joel," you whined and begged him with your eyes.

"What, babygirl."

You moved underneath him feeling your eyes fluttering and you firmly held on to his arms.

"Hurts," you managed to bring out.

"What does?" Joel demanded to know and moved your sweaty hair out of your face so he could look at you better.

"S-So deep. S'too much, daddy, please."

He chuckled lowly and the sound gave you goosebumps. "S'too much for my babygirl? Daddy's fucking you so well that you can't take it anymore? Too much for you little pussy?"

You nodded feeling your legs tremble and you almost weren't able to breathe with each sharp thrust and the following pain knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Please, I can't. Can't take it, daddy, m'sorry," you whimpered on the verge of crying.

"Oh you can, little girl. You wanna please your daddy, don't ya? You're gonna take it for daddy. I know it hurts but it makes daddy feel so good so keep those legs spread open until I'm satisfied."

What were you to answer to that? He didn't care about your discomfort because to him it was a fair price for his pleasure. A few tears left the corner of your eyes which you tried to blink away.

"S'worth it, baby. C'mon, look at me," he mumbled while his hands reached down to play with your breasts.

At first you refused and stubbornly turned your head away from him but he grabbed your chin and forcefully adjusted your head.

"None of that bitchiness, baby. You know better than to behave like this."

You formed your lips in a pout still trying to ignore the pulsating of your walls that seemingly refused to adjust to his size tonight.

"You're a big girl, y/n, aren't you? Just let me use this fucking body. Do it for daddy. Squeezing my cock so fucking well, christ."

Once again your facade crumbled because how were you supposed to play it strong and defiant when he was talking to you that way? Your lips trembled and suddenly all you were able to think about was pleasing him.

"That's right, babygirl. Wipe away those tears and be a brave girl. Maybe gonna make you feel good in the morning if you behave yourself now. Gonna eat your sweet pussy as a reward."

This was a rather promising prospect and further motivation for you to do your very best to please him. You forced your body to hold still and took each of his painful thrusts with a newly formed determination not to twitch or jolt away. It seemed like you were doing a good job because Joel let out a grunt and his grip on your tits tightened.

"Fuck, yeah. Gonna come in that little pussy of yours. Oh fuck."

And then after a few more thrusts he collapsed on top of you and you felt his cum filling you up. You didn't move an inch while waiting for him to calm down from his high and while still panting heavily he slowly moved out of you only to push back inside.

"Gotta make sure my cum stays inside, mhm little kitten?" he smirked crookedly and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Mhmm daddy," you sighed because despite not having finished you felt warm and comfortable in Joel's arms. And perhaps he would satisfy you in the morning.

He gently brushed over your head and inhaled deeply.

"That's a good girl," he mumbled against your forehead and you buried your face in his chest. These were the moments when you wished time would stop and all you had to feel and see for the rest of your life was him.

You wished Joel and you would never have to leave this room, would never have to be confronted with what was happening outside these walls and could just stay wrapped around this blanket until the end of time.

[sincere1ystar]

Loved You First

rafe cameron x fem! reader | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3

Two years ago, Rafe left the island without saying a word. Unknowingly to him, you were pregnant all along. When he finally comes back, he’s desperate to get you back not knowing it’s more complicated than it seems.

𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

You’ve always daydreamed about the different situations that would have occurred if Rafe ever came back when he first left you. While Julie was napping you would constantly imagine what would happen if Rafe just walked through the door that moment. But that was before of course, before you managed to construct a heart of steel.

It was different now that he actually was here. You pushed those feelings to the side, yet Rafe still managed to be a presence in your life. He constantly comes by the diner and even started to repair things at the house. You never noticed the paint peeling off the walls until you came home to Rafe with a paint roller in one hand and balancing Julie on his hip with the other.

You didn’t trust Rafe completely, but you couldn’t deny he was a good father to Julie. Which was your reasoning on why you allowed him watch Julie while you work at the diner more often. Your little girl wouldn’t know him as the guy who left without saying a word, and you were thankful for that at the very least.

The days at the diner were long and tedious. And today was like no other, taking orders and cleaning tables. “Welcome!! What can I get started for you today?”, you say pulling your notepad out ready to take the order.

The man takes a moment to recite his order, sitting at the booth looking over at you admiringly. “I’ll just take a soda and fries”.

“Of course!! Well that be all?”, you ask slipping your notepad and pen back into your pocket.

The man nods in response before chuckling under his breath. “So I never got your name”.

“Well it wasn’t exactly on the menu now was it?”, you reply cheekily. Normally you just smile and walk away when customers tried to flirt with you, but this time you engaged. Anything to get your mind off of Rafe and his return back into your life.

“Think I might start becoming a regular around these parts. My name is Logan, you work here often?”, he asks with his hand out for you to shake.

You smile while shaking his hand. “I work here full-time yes, but not every day”.

Logan gasps dramatically which earns a giggle from you. “Not everyday huh… How about tomorrow? You working then?”

“Tomorrow?.. I’ll be off why?”, you ask knowing exactly where this was going.

“I’d like to take you out tomorrow, maybe we could go out to dinner?”

Normally you reject dates, not being fond of the change it brought to your everyday schedule. But with Rafe back in your life, change seemed to be surrounding you constantly. Plus there wasn’t anything wrong with putting yourself out there, you were sure Rafe had no trouble moving on after he left you.

When you make your way back home, your daughter Julie doesn’t run up to greet you like she always does. Instead she’s snuggled up against Rafe as he re-enacts a story with her dolls. The little girl laughs at his humorous attempts to make her doll dance and when she sees you her giggles turn into full blown out laughter. “Mama!!! Mama you see dolly and papa!!”, she says in between giggles.

You smile and ruffle her hair in response. Even though Julie was little, that didn’t stop her from being sunshine personified. The gentleness Julie brought out in you would never bleed into the coldness you forced yourself to have with Rafe. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying to mend the heartstrings he broke.

“How was your day? Was work good?”, he asks despite hating the fact that you had to work at that diner. If you would just let your walls down and alllow him support you financially, you wouldn’t have to spend your days cleaning tables and serving food.

“It was good”, you say abruptly. “Would you mind watching my daughter tomorrow night too?”

“Our daughter”, Rafe corrected. He hated the formal tone you now had with him. You used to be so free around him. There wasn’t a secret your lips held from him, and now here you were speaking to him as if he was just some sort of house guest. “Yeah I can watch Jules tomorrow no problem, though I thought you had the day off?”

“I do, actually I’m going on a date”, you called out from your closet. Rummaging through your clothes to decide what to wear for tomorrow seemed like a good distraction from answering Rafe’s questions.

“…A date?”, Rafe grimaces while Julie giggles at his expression.

“Yes a date!!”, you exclaim excitedly as you take one of your dresses off the racks. You couldn’t help but break that emotionless demeanor you forced yourself to embody in Rafe’s presence, you were just too excited. It was two whole years since you’ve been taken out after all.

Rafe was happy to finally see that smile he desperately missed, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Yes he wanted you smiling, but not over another man. Would it be selfish of him to say he wanted your cheery nature all to himself? The sunshine Rafe saw in his daughter came directly from you, he had no doubt about it.

The next evening Rafe’s at your door earlier than you expected him to, Julie jumping into his arms to greet him. He laughs as he struggles to lift his head up from the ground after Julie’s surprise hug attack. Although, he had no problem lifting his head up from the ground to see you come out in your dress.

“Beautiful”, Rafe mutters under his breath not realizing he voiced his thoughts aloud.

Luckily for him, you were too busy accessorizing and adding the final touches to your look to notice what he said. He knew you tended to zone out when you were focused, yet your attention was summoned as soon as your date knocked at the door.

“Logan!!”, you gushed as you welcomed him in. “I’m so sorry for holding up I’ll be out in a minute”.

“Take your time”, Logan assured while giving a wave to Julie. Your daughter doesn’t wave back like she usually does and just hides behind her father, which earns a smug grin from Rafe.

Of course he didn’t want you to go out with Logan, but Rafe was glad that you left before his jealousy started to bleed into his words and actions. Julie slowly toddles towards him with her arms stretched out mumbling something that resembled “Up!!! Up!!”

“That guy doesn’t deserve your mama”, Rafe mutters under his breath as he picks up the little girl, “Luke, Leo whatever his name was”. He didn’t realize that he expressed his distastes aloud until the sound of Julie’s giggles rang through this ears.

“What?”, he asks quaintly as if his little girl wasn’t only one year and a half and fully understood the situation. “I’m right aren’t I? Oh forget it you’ll understand it one day when you’re older”.

If you heard Rafe’s words you would have to agree, Logan didn’t deserve you. Not in the sense that you were too good for him, but because of your own insecurities surrounding relationships. You looked perfect on the outside, but doubt started to overflow your insides. You were determined not to let that show as you walked into the restraunt with Logan by your side.

The date wasn’t anything special, but then again it was your first one in two years. It followed normal routine, you sat across from each other at the table and took bites from each other’s meals. Logan was a gentleman, holding doors for you and walking you home. It reminded you of the dates you used to go on with Rafe before he left.

You noted that there probably wouldn’t be a second date with Logan as he walked you home. Sure you enjoyed your time and had fun, but that would be the end of it. Your life was too complicated with Rafe back in it, and something told you bringing Logan would do more harm than good.

“I hope tonight wasn’t too much”, Logan speaks breaking you out of your thoughts.

“No not at all!”, you counterfeit, “I had fun”. God how were you supposed to explain that there was no chance that you were doing this again.

As the two of you get closer to your house, Logan reaches out to take your hand, which you skillfully avoid. Maybe that way he’ll take the hint. You liked him, you really did, but your fear of abandonment was greater than your attraction. Was any man going to love you once he truely got to know you? Rafe once knew you, he truely did. You could be water running through his hands and he would still find a way to hold onto you. He knew every crack and every painted on surface and still left. It wouldn’t be long before Logan would slowly find your shattered pieces leave once he put them back together.

You’re about to break the news when he drops you off at your door. Logan was painfully unaware of the way you held your face from twisting on the walk back to your home. You didn’t want this, you just wanted to be loved for once. You just wanted a chance at a normal love, one that was filled with innocent kisses and whispered reassurances instead of a fiery love and explosive arguments.

“Logan..”, you start slowly with his hands holding yours while the two of you stand at your doorstep. You had to go through with this, it would be for the better.

It was supposed to be easy since the two of you were alone among yourselves. Easy. No one would have to see the heartbreak on his face or witness the cruel words spitting out of your mouth. But of course it had to be more complicated than that, of course you had to catch Rafe peaking through the window while playing with your daughter, pretending as if he was never looking to begin with.

Was he jealous? Here he was trying to win you back, just for you to run into the arms of another man. Unknowingly to Rafe, the only arms you wanted to be held by was his. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, not after he abandoned you without a word.

“I had fun tonight..”, Logan mutters with smile playing at his lips. “Maybe we should do this another ti-”, he’s interrupted by you pushing your lips onto his.

You didn’t do it out of love, you knew Rafe was watching. Any other version of yourself would seem this as wrong, but now you were too hurt with ache oozing out of you to care.

“I’ll take that as a yes for next time then?”, Logan chuckes which earns an absent minded smile from you.

Rafe was still by the window, not even attempting to hide the fact he was staring anymore while holding a sleeping Julie in his arms. Other than discovering the existence of his daughter, it looks like there was no point of him coming back to the island. What did he expect? It wasn’t like you were gonna embrace him back after he left without notice for two years with a baby, a baby he didn’t know existed but still placing a major responsibility meant for two on your shoulders nonetheless. He was too late, you had moved on and it was over for good. Julie woke up from her nap, looking up at him with those eyes that were blue like his but big and doe-like like yours , Rafe couldn’t help but note that her face was now the only place the two of you would be eternally together.

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[servndipityz]

remember how i said nam-gyu is evil the way a middle schooler is evil? that got me thinking. a lot.

if you ended up in his group, he’d so hate it. who were you to steal his spotlight? who were you to be all buddy-buddy with thanos?

there’s nothing nam-gyu would hate more than being thanos’ shadow—except not being it. so when you join their group, he’d have two possible reactions.

perhaps he’d act just like he did with se-mi, and absolutely despise you. he’d take any chance to contradict you; when you say black he says white, and sometimes he’d contradict himself in the process just to piss you off.

“the food here isn’t that bad,” you’d say, taking a mouthful of plain rice from your container.

nam-gyu would side-eye you. “it tastes like fucking shit,” he’d mutter under his breath.

so, the next day, you’d try something else. “we’ve been eating this for three days straight, it’s starting to get disgusting.”

he’d roll his eyes, “do you think we’re in a fucking buffet or what?” he’d spit, fully aware that no matter what you said, he’d find a reason to disagree.

or maybe he’d completely ignore you. you’d just be another background character to him, a little bit like gyeong-su. but it wouldn’t stop there. eventually, it’d feel intentional. he’d turn away when you spoke, walk faster if you were next to him, cut you off mid-sentence just to make it clear you didn’t exist to him. except you’d know—he wasn’t ignoring you at all. he’d adjust every little action, carefully pretending to not care, when really, all of it was about you.

either way, his mission would be the same, to get under your skin. physical contact? absolutely not off-limits. while thanos would throw a friendly arm around your shoulder, nam-gyu would tug your hair. not in a freaky, kinky way—no, he’d do it lightly, perfectly timed while the group was huddled together, so you’d have no idea who did it. but you’d always know it was him.

he’d sneak a bite of your food. pull at a loose thread on your tracksuit. toss tiny pebbles at you when no one was looking.

but he wasn’t making fun of you—not exactly. he didn’t laugh when he pissed you off. he just wanted to get to you. he’d enjoy it in a fucked up way, a way that’d genuinely make you think, what is wrong with him?

then, one night, you’d wake up—maybe because someone was snoring too loudly or because thanos wouldn’t stop tossing around—and in the dim light, you’d notice nam-gyu curled up on his bed, sleeping in fetal position with your tracksuit jacket draped over him.

he’d be gripping it, using it like a blanket. he was always cold, and you’d taken your jacket off to sleep, but you never expected him to just… take it. the way he held it, though—gripping the edges tightly, face buried in the fabric—it’d almost make you not hate him entirely.

the strangest part would come the next morning. you’d wake up to find the jacket draped over you. you’d seen him with it, so how was it back? had he…?

you’d glance at him, sitting on his bed, rubbing his eyes as he got ready for the day. you’d stare at him a moment longer, and when he noticed, he’d throw you the rudest face ever. “what?” he’d snap.

surely, he couldn’t have put it back on you. right? but you’d still wonder.

after a while, maybe he’d get used to you. used to having you around, used to you constantly making snarky retorts at him, used to having to work together. after all, you were in the same team, so technically you weren’t the enemy.

his hair-pulls would turn more into light tugs when he wanted your attention. the deliberate attempts to trip you would start being paired with his hand hovering near your wrist, ready to catch you before you actually fell. and sometimes, after a particularl harsh game, he’d casually leave his container of food half-full, just within your reach.

“don’t look at me like that,” he’d mutter, shrugging like he was annoyed. “i’m just not hungry.” then he’d walk off, sneaking a glance to make sure you were eating his leftovers.

before long, he’d start celebrating with you after a win. a quick squeeze of your shoulder, or maybe grabbing you and shaking you around if he got too excited.

at night, he’d wait every time you needed to go to the bathroom, sitting straight on his bed and watching the bathroom door from afar just to supervise that you were getting out.

“were you watching me?” you’d ask in a hushed voice, climbing back into your bed with a raised brow.

“no,” he’d whisper, almost offended. “i just couldn’t sleep.” and he’d lie back down—on a bed closer to yours than the one he originally picked. to keep the group together, he’d claimed.

“you cold?” you’d finally ask one night, although his back would be turned to you. still, you'd see his breathing stop for a split second. he was the kind of guy whose hands were always cold, the type of guy who just was always cold.

“no,” he’d say, after a long pause. a terrible liar.

you’d sigh, “okay… but you can come closer if you want.” you’d still say. at a certain point it had become quite normal to see people doing something that resembled snuggling. some of the players got cold in the night, and others just needed to hold onto someone at that point. it wasn’t exactly cuddling, but it wasn’t weird to see.

he’d stay still, and you’d be almost able to see the wheels turning in his head.

finally he’d turn around and scoot closer. just a little. and then a little more, and more, until your bodies would be almost touching, facing each other. the way the beds were arranged allowed for the players to get quite close together, if it weren’t for the small gaps between the mattresses.

he’d look at your eyes for a small while before trying to snuggle closer and burring his face down like a cat before drifting off to sleep.

at a certain point, if he wasn’t high as balls, he’d even wonder himself if he pestered you for thanos’ attention, or actually just to get yours. he’d wonder why he was always so close to you, if he iked seeing you get mad or if he just liked seeing you. if he got a kick out of messing with you—or just being with you.

and then he’d pop one of thanos’ pills and forget the whole thing.

[forgotteneffigy]

The Most Convenient Inconvenience

⋆ kento nanami x coworker!reader ⋆

word count : 2k+ ⋆₊˚⊹

Nanami sighs softly through his nose.

He can hear you moan your complaints into the side of his arm. Usually, he wouldn't allow for such unprofessional behavior, but since you were basically hobbling forward on one shoe and wearing his jacket for warmth, he'll allow it. Only this once, though, Nanami mentally tells himself.

As if to add to your embarrassment and suffering, the bakery you wanted to go to was closed. The sign on its glass doors taunting you with big, bold letters notifying the public of its closure for the night.

“Oh, come on!” He hears you say, Nanami can feel your grip on his arm tighten when you reach the bakery you promised to take him to after work. “It's not even that late!” You roll your head to the side, looking at the bakery doors as if looking at them long enough would make them magically open.

“You are not a child (L/N).” Nanami says calmly, gently pulling you away from the bakery doors. He didn't want to draw any more unnecessary attention towards the two of you.

Nanami wasn't blind. It was already an odd sight for those around you already, you clinging onto his arm for balance as you walked through the city. The weight of strangers's eyes on the way you held onto his arm didn't go unnoticed by him.

For some reason, Nanami had a feeling that Gojo was teasing him already for what he was about to do.

Nanami looks around for a nearby bench. Once he spots one, he leads you to it, helping you down to sit down. “I've been in the area before.” He states, kneeling down to button up his coat.

“Stay here and stay warm. You're in no condition to walk, and I don't want you to get sick.” After you give him an answering nod, Nanami gets up, dusting off his slacks.

He hated working overtime, but he just had to make sure you were okay. He had to.

The mission you just had was intense, even for him. Another reminder of how shitty working as a jujutsu sorcerer work was. A part of him was glad that his suit didn't get caught in the crossfires during the fight.

The other part of him wished he could've done more to protect you.

Nanami pulls out his phone as he waits in line with his basket. He checks his phone for any signs from you. Nothing. He didn't know if he should be worried or glad that you weren't wasting your energy recovering to text him something.

He didn't think he'd be in line for this long, but he keeps his dissatisfaction to himself as he waits his turn, the old lady at the convenience store counter lighting up in recognition of Nanami when he sets his basket down on the counter.

“Back again?” The old lady asks rather cheerfully despite the setting sun creeping in through the automatic store doors. “Only for a little.” He replies shortly out of habit, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “I'm here with a..friend.” He adds the last part rather hesitantly. Why would it matter if he told the old lady in front of him if you and him were friends?

Were you friends?

You were coworkers, sure. Went to the same school for four years, diverted onto different paths, and yet here you both were.

Together. Fresh from another life-threatening mission. Just another shitty day in the book for Nanami to grumble about once he's home.

All it took was some words from a convenience store old lady to make him question his entire history with you.

“A friend?” She repeats, bagging the items Nanami had carefully picked out for you. They weren't what he'd typically pick from a convenience store, but these things were for you. Not him.

“You have a good night, you hear me? You and your friend.”

With a friendly, store-approved smile, the old lady hands Nanami his change alongside the plastic bag with the things he had picked out for you inside it.

“I will.” He responds, taking the bag and leftover change.

Nanami walks back to where you were. Legs crossed, his suit jacket still hugging around your shoulders loosely. Something in him softens. He has to remind himself not to mix his personal feelings with his professional ones.

Nanami was a man of his word.

He tried to be, anyway.

He places the bag down on the bench, allowing you to look inside the bag yourself. Lightly, he taps the corner of your phone to get your attention. “Don't waste your battery, I want to make sure that you're home safe.”

He watches as you shuffle your hand around in the bag. Your eyes widen when you pull out a pair of slippers. “Eh? What's this?”

Nanami sits a respectable feet away from you. The only thing separating him from you was the multi-colored plastic bag with the convenience store's logo plastered on the front.

“I got you those as a substitute for your current...shoe situation.” He doesn't bother to look down at your shoes.

Somehow, in the middle of your previous battle, the curse managed to steal one of your boots.

“It's certainly not luxury, but I do hope you like it. It's the least I can..”

“Are you kidding me?”

You laugh, holding up the pair of slippers in your hands like you just struck gold.

Immediately with newfound excitement, you tear open the packaging eagerly, tossing it off to the side so you can try them on. Seeing you so genuinely happy makes Nanami ease up in his seat. The lines on his face seem to soften at the sight of you sliding the slippers on.

“In my favorite color too? How'd you guess, Nanami? You spoil me.”

“I'm just looking out for you, (L/N). Can't have you wobbling around on one foot, can we?”

There's a slight playful hint in his tone, barely hidden by the neutralness of Nanami's usual professional tone. “You really saved me back there. It's the least I can do.” With a tilt of his head, he gazes down at your shoes.

The colorful socks you wore were now accompanied by the new pair of slippers he had just bought you. “They have everything at those stores. Wow.”

You look down at your shoes, your fingertips sliding towards his, against the grain of the bench without noticing it. But Nanami notices. He notices, and he doesn't know if he should pull away or slide his closer.

“Thanks, Nanami. You're still looking after me after all these years, huh?”

Nothing bad would happen to either of you if he just stayed still, right? If he just enjoyed this moment with you as people walked by you without a care.

Undeniably, it felt nice to be with you this way, just sitting next to you. Nanami wonders if you feel that way too, if you truly saw the care behind the practicality of his actions. He was just looking out for you, after all. Just like he said.

Practically and propriety came to him naturally. Nanami tries to convince himself of that as you smile down at your shoes.

Your hands slide down the leg of your pants, adjusting and stretching the fabric of your colorful socks. “Man, I'm starving. Do fighting curses make you hungry too, Nanami?” You ask, your eyes meeting his. You say your question naturally as if it were as normal as asking a friend for a sip of their water.

“I wouldn't say so exactly.” He answers, not quite agreeing or disagreeing with your words. “If you're hungry, just grab whatever. I didn't know if you preferred sweets or…” Nanami cuts his own words short when he sees the look on your face.

The unadulterated look of happiness and appreciation as you grab yourself a snack makes him feel like he's short circuiting.

It's all rushing back to him now, memories of the past he thought he buried down long ago.

The way you fawned over food, reminding him of back when you were both classmates. The shine in your eye as you tried to talk about the smoked salmon stick, haphazardly held in between your fingers, the packaging peeled away messily made Nanami remember all the times you bugged him for his meals during lunchtime.

You were closer to him than he thought.

You were more than a friend to him. And he didn't know if Nanami should laugh or hate himself for not realizing that sooner.

“You shouldn't eat so quickly (L/N).” He fishes out a napkin from the bag. He hesitates to lean closer, to be the one to wipe the crumbs off of your face. You never changed since those days when you shared meals with him, those days where he used to be annoyed at the way you ate like your life depended on it.

Nanami could never be annoyed with you.

He leans closer. As gently as he could, he wipes the crumbs off of your face. His thumb brushes against the corner of your lip. “The food isn't going anywhere. You don't have to eat so quickly.”

Nanami pulls away again, back into the box he pushes himself in.

“Sorry, Nanami.” The chub of your cheeks puff out as you smile, looking content with your meal.

“Just..” He looks at you, and he sees the same face he's grown used to for years. The happy chub of your cheeks.

You felt comfortable enough to be like this with him, and he didn't know how to feel about that either.

“Be careful.” He finishes, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie to give him a chance to look away and collect himself.

“Don't choke, please.” He adds, his hands stiffly laying on his knees. In the tail of his eye, he can see you laughing. He didn't know if it was because of his stiffness or his tone, but he didn't mind. Not when it was you.

You sit quietly next to him, wiping the crumbs off of your face and tossing the remains into the bag like a makeshift trash can.

“Nanami.”

You punctuate each vowel as you say his surname. He can playfulness radiating off of you in waves.

“Yes?” He looks over at you, indifferent gaze meeting yours.

“Do you think I have a kind face?”

Your words linger in the air between you.

“What that curse said back there really... threw me off.”

You let out a carefree laugh as you speak, despite the fact you stood face to face with death.

Not only that, but you saved him too.

Nanami stares at you for a moment, his gaze unknowingly softening slightly.

“You have the kind of face people would sacrifice themselves for.” He replies, hoping that you'd leave it at that.

But you don't. Nanami has to pretend that he has to adjust his tie, he has to pretend that you were nothing more than a coworker to him.

“You're not saying that because I busted my ass saving you, are you?”

“No, I'm not. Your kindness..it exceeds more than just your appearance (L/N). I'm glad I work with you. I appreciate you for saving me.”

“I appreciate you too, Nanami.” Hearing those words coming from you makes something in his chest bloom. It goes quiet between the two of you again. Nanami feels your fingers brush against his.

“I should wear a mask, huh?” You suggest, mirth visible in your eyes. "Keep them from seeing how nice I look."

“Don't. I think you'd look better without one.”

Nanami smiles back, the tiredness in his eyes lifted the longer he looks at you.

The way you smiled at him made him feel like he was the one that saved you, not the other way around.

Most jujutsu sorcerers died with their regrets. But from that day on, Nanami knew he wouldn't be most sorcerers.

⋆ i love this man sm :3

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

I hope you are well, sorry if there are any errors (English is not my native language), I love your stories, I would like you to write one of anguish, sadness, as sad as you can, about Rafe. I would appreciate it very much

long sleeves- r.c. x reader

OMGG my first request!!! i'm good and i hope you are as well <3 thank you for asking bb. sorry i took so long, i just started school and i hadn't seen this for some reason, but i gotchu. and don't worry about the english, it's not my first language either, so i see you hehe I HOPE THIS IS SAD ENOUGH!! if not lmk, cuz i'll crank it up. a/n: i actually had this idea earlier today so i think i can do this. i hope you like gracie abrams cuz it's inspired by long sleeves and i've wanted to use this song in something since it came out lol. warnings: drug mentions with addiction portrayal and domestic violence, as well as depression. if it's too much don't read it, take care of yourself first! <3

i don't know what it is about how you breathe.

his chest rising and falling, his face turned away from me even in his sleep. it seemed like it was always this way now, so much so that i couldn't even remember the last time his eyes warmed my soul instead of turning it into ice. i turned to face the ceiling and took in a few deep breaths, before i untangled myself from his sheets and padded toward the bathroom. i turned on the light before locking the door behind me and turned to face the mirror. my hollow, tired face staring back at me. when had i become this girl? i stepped closer as if in fear of seeing up close the sadness that invaded my features. dark circles looked permanently etched to my skin a shiver passing through me. i looked down at my arms, which were covered by rafe's long sleeved shirt. i lifted them slowly and saw the bruises that circled my wrists like a twisted version of bracelets.

he hurt me. not just emotionally this time, he physically hurt me.

i'll never hurt you, okay? how stupid i'd been to believe those words, when all he ever did was hurt me. again and again and again. the worst part being that i always forgave him, but i couldn't this time, not when the evidence was staring right at me in the mirror. i had to do this for her, for me. i pull the sleeves down and left the sad girl in the mirror forever. the doorknob somehow felt like the scariest thing in the world. it's just a door, don't be an idiot. i rolled my eyes because that was the only thing i could be these days. a fucking idiot.

i gathered what little courage i still had left and opened the door silently, relieved to see him in the same position as before. i went to the side of his bed as quietly as i could and looked at his face for what felt like forever. his hair fell over his forehead in a childlike manner, no angry lines or hateful glares in sight.

when had i lost him? the love of my life, my soulmate, my best friend?

this was all my fault, i turned my back at the wrong moment. his stupid friends encouraging him to try out this new 'kicker'. snow, they called it. ridiculous. when i came back he was cutting that ivory into skinny pieces, then he cleaned it with his face. i remember standing there in shock and a sizzling rage began brimming to the surface. i stalked towards him pushing his face back, then dragging him by the arm outside of whatever stupid kook's house we were at.

that was the first time we'd ever fought and i felt my heart crack a little. he knew how much i hated drugs, the way they ruined people. hell, i even hated drinking but it wasn't my body so whatever. this was different and he knew it, but of course he always had to be the coolest guy around his friends. i'd walked home that night, waking up to him blasting my phone with calls and text messages. he'd apologized and i'd believed him.

then he apologized again, then again and again. the cycle had already formed. i'd accepted his outbursts despite them hurting me emotionally, maybe because i couldn't see the bruises up front.

it was hard to believe this was the same boy who'd screamed at me. who told me he hated me to my face with his hands wrapped around my wrists hard enough to bruise just a few hours earlier before passing out after getting high again. he almost looked like his old self, almost being the keyword. his nose still had a bit of white powder on it, a baggie of cocaine and a rolled up $100 bill at the side, along with some pills that i didn't even want to know what they were.

i turned and took out the bag i usually brought when i was staying over at his house, before walking towards the dresser and opening the drawers. i had a small haul of clothes for when i was here for more than a day or two and couldn't help but let the tears start streaming down my face. i remembered the day he'd made this small space for me, the gesture solidifying our relationship in my head. i remembered his smile and the way he'd kissed my face for what seemed a million times. "i love you, kid." he always called me kid in a teasing way because it irritated the hell out of me but when he said it like that, i knew i'd let him call me whatever he wanted and i'd gladly accept it.

the memory was a stark contrast to the now cold room, with the moon as my only witness. i finished packing everything before putting on sweatpants and my shoes. i felt him stir a bit and i pleaded to whatever divine power was out there that he'd just pretend it was only wind.

i looked at his beautiful face one more time, a single tear falling to his side, the irony not lost on me.

i turned and left him behind. the tears blurred my vision just enough that i couldn't record the final moments in which i would ever walk these halls again.

y'all why she so dramatic with her packing up, lmaoo. (i literally would’ve been worse)

ok but on a serious note, if you or anybody you know is in a similar situation, please try your best to break the cycle <3 i'm thinking of maybe writing a part two but i don't know if i should sooo lmk. div creds!!- by @anitalenia

[agirlwithglam]

https://www.tumblr.com/agirlwithglam/760858969670582272/no-guys-you-dont-understand-i-love-myself

How does one get here😭

this was asked a long time ago but i think i finally found the words to write it. (i don't im just bored, sorry!)

so how does one fully love themselves?

getting to that point of my life took time. it took a lot of time. like around 1-2 years of time, and im still not 100% there- i still get hurt sometimes, i'm still emotional and sensitive. but the thing is, that over these 1-2 years i've learnt so much that whenever i'm feeling sad or hurt, i'm able to support myself. i am the first person who shows up for me and does my very best to console and help me. i help myself turn that pain into something even better. i walk myself through what happened and whether i may be overreacting or not. i am the one who is now always always always there for myself.

and i think once i realised this, i genuinely was like "woah." no matter what happens in my life, i will ALWAYS have myself and that thought just soothes me. it relaxes and calms me down. i am no longer scared because there is no reason to be. i know that i cannot control other people, other people will always do what they want to do. they can hurt you, make you happy, hurt you again, even unintentionally. i cannot control their actions, but i can control myself. i can control how i choose to view it and react to it. so every time i get hurt i walk myself through the steps of seeing it a different way.

another thing i did when i was insecure & trying to love myself is that i did affirmations religiously. in the morning doing skincare, i would always repeat affirmations or listen to affirmations. it would be phrases like "i love myself." / "i am beautiful", etc. it's not the sole thing that transformed my love for myself, but it did help a ton with me believing it. (doing affirmations enough time can also help rewire your brain into believing what you keep repeating)

also, you need to realise that you do love yourself. a human's natural state of being is love. return to that state of being. a little baby or a child, they are full of love. they give love, they receive love, they are never ending of love. and they are the purest form of a person for they are themselves before society has told them who to be. so do you realise that you deserve love fully and beyond what you could imagine? and the one person in the whole world that can give you that unlimited love, is yourself. but you must choose to love yourself.

stop constantly returning to the state of insecurity okay? thats not you!! you are not insecure, you just think you are insecure! but in reality, there is NOTHING to be insecure about. someone else could have the exact same quality as you and love it so much! so end this cycle of negativity. choose to live a different, happier, more positive life. its all up to you. u can CHOOSE to be different!

finally, to end with, honey it will take time. just because you don't find yourself loving what you see in the mirror after 1 day, doesn't mean you never will. you don't have to keep changing yourself to love yourself. if your daughter looked like you, would you hate her? would you cringe when you look at her? of course not. treat yourself as your daughter. be gentle with yourself. be there for yourself. show up for yourself. it may take time, but please, don't give up on yourself.