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firequeensrules Ā· 1 year ago
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Some Batman 138 leaks...Yikes!
At least for once Damian get his ass beaten by Tim and Dick goes feral for Jason Todd's sake! Batman possessed or not is not getting a pass hopefully this time šŸ˜”!!
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idiosyncraticrednebula Ā· 1 year ago
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Radfems and Alt-right'ers aligning with each other is one of the most incredible things to come out of the 21st century lmao
#txt#the only reason they even pay attention to them is because radfems hate transgenders particularly the mtf's with a burning passion#you got radfems involved in right-wing circles and they actually get along with them#even the damn men and i don't know how the f*ck that can possible when radfems want all men to die#this is truly amazing#honestly though they still shouldn't associate with radfems because they don't get that their terf mentality doesn't come from anything els#but their insatiable hatred for men. it doesn't have anything to do with transgenderism itself#ā€œyou can be friends with somebody you don't agree withā€ there is that and there's being friends with somebody that wants you gone from this#damn planet man#but oh well#they are suddenly fine because they tell mft's that they will never be women or whatever#the fact that y'all have reached this level is all sorts of amazing to me#it's gotten to the point where the rw is really associating with a group of people that f*cking hate them and would personally kill them if#they had the chance to actually do it#i'm saying all of this as someone who isn't either left-leaning or right-leaning. screw both sides#on the radfems i don't get it don't you hate all men and think all of them are inherently evil? so why the F*CK are you aligning yourself#with a whole group that you explicitly hate distrust and can't even look in the eye without feeling disgust??? you are a part of something#that they created and that you have explicitly stated on numerous occasions that you find it to be patriarchal misogynistic and sexist#i don't get it???? specially if you are christian you should DEFINITELY not even align with them#if you have that mindset with the jews you should have it with them too. they have a hatred for god jesus christ and christianity because to#them christianity is at the core of women's ā€œoppressionā€ (i mean they direct that at religion as a concept but christianity has been their#scapegoat for over a hundred years at this point#i mean you can still have love for them but they reject jesus. all we can do is pray for them and hope that they embrace jesus christ as#their lord and savior. that's the only legitimate way they can be saved. there is no other way
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gatun-gatunesco Ā· 1 year ago
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#and so i came back here. because in here i can find joy and sorrow. laugh a little and cry a lot because someone made a post i resonate with#it makes me feels understood. a private and intimate place that is also shared at the same time. and strangely; like a home#but i came back without knowing who i am. I see someone else in the mirror. Is that a monster? a sinner? a human? a normal man?#after all that effort leaving depression and self hate from my adolescence behind. from being proud of myself for being different to all me#was all a lie? how could i do such awful and terrible thing to the person i swore to protect? the person i love the most#i said i would never do that kind of unforgivable act. And here i am. Alive after the event. I want to drop dead. To dissapear from here.#But at the same time i want to fix what i did. in order to do that i need to heal. to change. be happy. to live. and i hate it#how can i do all of that with the weight of guilt crushing me and telling me i killed myself that day? i am just a shell of who i was#how to change what i thought was the best version of me? i was supposed to be different no harmful and kind man!!!#i already asked for help. and they told me it was not all my fault. But i still think it is. There is no way it can be 50/50#physical actions are only responsibility of the ones who made it. circumstances are not a reason to diminish them guilt#a confused person is not deserving of any part of the guilt. they do not have control over themselves. but the other ones sure have it#yes. they might have started and added little physical actions. but i refused and it never came to completion. which is the opposite of min#physical trauma can spawn emotional and mental trauma as well. is way more bad and deep that the emotional one i might have#i want to kill that trash in front of the mirror. why are you still living bitch? just to be a parasite and hurt people on the go?#to make irreversible mistakes that affects every person around you? your decisions never end well. why do not you just give up already?#and yet here i am. trying to not isolate myself thanks to the safe place i found here. I can write what is on my mind. gives me some relief#because the only person i talked everyday is the same one i hurted as i never thought i would in my life#Hope i can found redemption one day. I hope they can heal and be happy soon and forever.#I am going to always be worry about them (i am sure of that) but i wish nothing but the best for them. I want nothing to hurt them again.#They never deserved the trauma and guilt. They suffered more than enough way before i step in and fucked up everything.#Life. if you can hear me. Please give them recovery. happyness. health and lots of love. They deserve it. Please#They did nothing wrong! Take them pain away and put it in me. I will stay alive just for that if is neccesary#I wanted to kill myself way long ago. but i still here. I might want to kill myself again. but i still will be here.#Just leave them be happy. That is what i really want
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rcmclachlan Ā· 4 months ago
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#listen i know i keep writing vaguely conciliatory marge and phil in my fics #but i would like to repeat myself in saying that PERSONALLY i would like them slowly lowered into a cauldron of boiling oil #roasted over a spit #made to live in a neighborhood without an hoa #i understand there is nuance to grief but i cannot forgive eighteen years of NOT CARING FOR YOUR CHILD #for forcing a child you canonically care for to RAISE A CHILD YOU HAD FOR SPARE PARTS #for forcing her to LIE to him#i would like a solar flare to target them specifically #god #its so fucking heartbreaking that they have denied buck live for so long #that overbearing 'im going to buy you a couch' is So Significant to Buck that he's nearly in tears about it #so glad he has maddie but it was Never right or fair to turn her into a mother #i Do Not forgive them and the narrative will never change that for me (via @alchemistc)
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4.04 (9-1-1, Whatā€™s Your Grievance?) āœ˜ 4.05 (Buck Begins)
ā€œWhen you left Doug, you only had two suitcases.ā€
ā€œAnd everything that mattered the most was inside them.ā€
ā†³ requested by princessfbi
#couldn't have said it better myself#and you know tommy would be perfectly polite to them but deep inside he'd be SEETHING#he'd keep a tally of every jab at buck that's cloaked in the disguise of caring#and every backhanded compliment that has disappointment at its gooey center#he'd steer every conversation in a kinder direction or drop in a sweet rebuttal about the lives buck's saved and changed for the better#all the while biting through his tongue so every smile is coated in blood#because they may have had buck for spare parts but those parts added up to an incredible human being who he loves and admires#like at dinner one night when margaret is a few glasses of wine in#and has mentioned daniel as many times as she's made comments about buck's life choices ā€” his job his friends his past mistakes#tommy excuses himself to the kitchen before truth comes out of the well of his throat with her whip to chastise evan's parents#maddie follows him in and apologizes for her parents being a lot#he tells her he's the child of shitty parents too and she has no reason to apologize to him for anything#he tells her that it kills him when he hears the way they talk to evan even after all this time#that they don't see evan for the man he is and all the good he's done#the worst part though is how grateful tommy is to them#because without them and without their many failures as parents he never would have met evan in the first place#he hates them so much and he's indebted to them for the rest of his life#so he'll sit through strained dinners and send them christmas cards and do everything in his power to soften their blows#because he owes them#he owes them everything#tommy looks at maddie and grins a little and says he is going to take great pleasure in seating them in the back of the room at the wedding#911
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nejackdaw Ā· 2 months ago
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Thinking about Agmaer as the Dawnguard protag if the Dragonborn wasn't there
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slytherinslut0 Ā· 1 year ago
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
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authorā€™s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake menšŸ„µ please enjoy.
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-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as heā€™s walking with his friends.
ā€œYou know what, guys, Iā€™ll catch up with you after.ā€
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, heā€™d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
ā€œWhatā€™re we talking about?ā€ Heā€™d sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
Heā€™d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
ā€œWonderful. letā€™s head to class, yeah?ā€
Heā€™d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
ā€œWho the fuck was that, hm?ā€, ā€œhe was practically eye-fucking youā€¦give me five good reasons why i shouldnā€™t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.ā€
Heā€™d be furious, but heā€™d also know that youā€™d never choose some other guy over him, so heā€™d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
ā€œYouā€™re mine, princess,ā€ heā€™d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. ā€œSay it.ā€
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesnā€™t know.
He doesnā€™t necessarily stop walking, but heā€™d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesnā€™t leave, heā€™d tired of waiting, saying ā€œfuck itā€, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected heā€™d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
Heā€™d practically take over the conversation because heā€™s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
Youā€™d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves heā€™d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
ā€œAinā€™t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.ā€ Heā€™d murmur against your lips. ā€œlet that be known, right now, forever, always.ā€
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second heā€™d see you laughing and smiling heā€™d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldnā€™t want to intrude so heā€™d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and heā€™d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so heā€™d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
Youā€™d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that heā€™s overthinking.
Heā€™d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
ā€œWho was that guy, darling?ā€
Youā€™d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
ā€œDonā€™t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.ā€
Heā€™d blush, trying to play it off. ā€œSorry love, I know youā€™re my girl.ā€
Youā€™d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. ā€œOnly yours baby, forever.ā€
Mattheo Riddle.
ā€œWho the fuck-ā€œ
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldnā€™t even have to turn around to know heā€™s there, youā€™d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
Youā€™d already know exactly where this was heading, but youā€™d also know there was no attempting to stop him because itā€™s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
Youā€™d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
ā€œIs this fucker bothering you?ā€
Unable to help it, youā€™d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
ā€œNo Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-ā€œ
Heā€™d heard more than enough.
ā€œStudy notes? Yeah, I donā€™t fucking think so,ā€
Without giving the guy a chance to react, heā€™d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as heā€™d hiss:
ā€œBother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes youā€™ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?ā€
Not interested in the response, heā€™d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like itā€™d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, youā€™d already know, later that night, heā€™d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while heā€™s fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, heā€™d smirk at you. ā€œSome bloody nerve on that guy, huh?ā€
Youā€™d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
Heā€™d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? Thereā€™s no fucking way that heā€™s-
Doesnā€™t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight youā€™d know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then thatā€™s when youā€™d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
Heā€™d just shrug, smirking down at you before heā€™d finally acknowledge the guysā€™ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
ā€œMove along,ā€ heā€™d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. ā€œThis oneā€™s fucking taken.ā€
As soon as he got you alone heā€™d be damn sure to remind you that youā€™re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
ā€œAVADA KEDA-ā€œ
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
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soutsuji Ā· 6 months ago
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Do you even understand what Chiori was to Morisu
#.txt#decagon house#mansion murders/yakata series#she was the love of his life and his lifeline and symbolized everything that was good to him#he believed so earnestly that she was perfect and flawless and incapable of wrong#she was like a god to him in a way#and believing that she was perfect and perfectly innocent was his religion. in a way#of course he thinks she couldn't have gone to a party and gotten drunk#that goes against his core beliefs#of course he thinks she could never have gotten so blackout drunk of her own will to have died#of course he thinks she was pressured into doing all of this#of course he thinks that she was murdered#ideal victims create ideal perpetrators etc. etc.#of course he thinks the mystery club killed her#he doesn't care about what motive they could have had (for they had none)#his god was dead and they killed her#of course he decided to kill them in turn#of course his 'last reason for living' became to 'paint a world without those sinners in it' (not direct quotes but close enough)#of course he fancied himself as some sort of divine judge#'i know Man can never become a god' and all#and who knows who chiori actually was#maybe she was just as morisu made her out to be. maybe she wasn't#in the end it doesn't matter#in the end chiori is only relevant as the driving force behind morisu's actions#maybe he always believed her to be so. or maybe he retroactively defined his beliefs around her death#we will never know#kawaminami and also sort of orczy and leroux give us more information about chiori#but even then she could really just be a normal girl who was pretty and kind and shy#who decided to have some fun for once and took some risks and died because of it#and it's just morisu who's absolutely deranged about her
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silkythewriter Ā· 10 months ago
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Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!
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Warnings!:non!
Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!
Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ļ¾’ļ¹ļ¾’)(ļ½”ā€¢Ģļøæā€¢Ģ€ļ½”)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, itā€™s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,ā€¦BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!ā™”Ā“ļ½„į“—ļ½„`ā™”
Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime
ā¤ļøWritten by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3ā¤ļø
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ā€œEach time I find myself
Flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race!ā€
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!šŸ“ŗāœØVoxāœØšŸ“ŗ!
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When you first admitted what you did that counted as a ā€œsinā€ he was flabbergasted! He thought they mustā€™ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!
Out of every monster known to man kind one whoā€™ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?
At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!
He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.
He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!
He becomes more overprotective as if he wasnā€™t before, good luck with that!
Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you wonā€™t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely arenā€™t. And he knows that from experience
Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.
This man has enemyā€™s as youā€™ve seen, demons, overlords, rival companyā€™s, itā€™s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.
Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.
Even if you put it on silent he wouldnā€™t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.
Sometimes heā€™s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you arenā€™t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!
Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know thereā€™s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too
He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and heā€™ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.
He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.
Heā€™s always on the edge about people around you, how canā€™t he? He canā€™t trust all these ā€œdisgusting and repulsiveā€ sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.
He knows to some degree he isnā€™t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldnā€™t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ā™„(āøāøĀ“ź’³`āøāø)ā™„
He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as heā€™s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out
NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.
Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. Thereā€™s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3
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Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.
It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you werenā€™t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.
And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.
He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.
He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other peopleā€™s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! Heā€™s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.
But for the first time, for all the decades heā€™s been damned here, heā€™s seen you stick to what youā€™ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!
Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course
Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.
If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence itā€™s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always
Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!
Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.
Heā€™s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didnā€™t met him immediately heā€™d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet
He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he wonā€™t stop or calm down his tendencies.. ļ¼ˆļ¼›ćøļ¼šļ¼‰but on the bright side heā€™ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either wayā€¦ (ļæ£ā–½ļ棚Ÿ’§
He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!
Great listener let me tell you, heā€™ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!
Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like itā€™s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesnā€™t live long once their out of your sight, but still! Heā€™s pleasantly surprised.
He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still itā€™s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!
You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! į••( į› )į•—) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isnā€™t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox heā€™ll make sure youā€™ll shine bright as ever and wonā€™t go out.
Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments heā€™ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, itā€™s just heā€™s quick to cover up so no one sees!
Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views heā€™ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that heā€™ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.
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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^惮^)/ā€™
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sluttywonwoo Ā· 6 months ago
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fuck the neighbors
pairing: jeon wonwoo x f reader
summary: curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back- at least, that's what they say.
warnings: swearing, blood, asshole!wonwoo, mingyu is canonically a whore, light blasphemy, smut (18+ ; mdni)
smut warnings: hard dom!wonwoo, allusions to voyeurism, degradation, oral (f receiving), blood play?!?!? (just a little bit!!!), wap!reader, massive cock!wonwoo, choking, protected sex
word count: 3.3k
reader notes: reader is significantly shorter than ww + described to have long-ish hair
Youā€™ve never felt as small as you do right now. Wonwoo looms over you, smirking. He isnā€™t even that much taller than you, you just seem to shrink into yourself when youā€™re around him, which seems to be happening more and more often lately.Ā 
ā€œFound you,ā€ he whispers.Ā 
ā€œI... wasnā€™t hiding,ā€ you say, your voice coming out in a squeak.Ā 
ā€œYou know it isnā€™t nice to lie,ā€ he chides, taking a step closer to you. You take a step backward in kind, only to be met with the cool concrete wall against your back. ā€œIt also isnā€™t nice to eavesdrop.ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t- I wasnā€™t trying to,ā€ you insist.Ā 
Wonwoo tsks. ā€œI donā€™t believe you. What did I just say about lying?ā€
ā€œWell, it isnā€™t nice to be super loud all the time either!ā€ you scoff. ā€œYou have neighbors, you know.ā€
The overhead light flickers. You and Wonwoo both stare at it, the inconsistent hum of electricity filling the silence before the light eventually decides to stay lit. You breathe a sigh of relief. You really needed to stop overlooking sketchy apartments for the sake of the rent, especially if you were going to have to deal with people like... him.Ā 
Wonwoo cocks his head to the side. ā€œWhat are you talking about?ā€
ā€œWhat do you mean what am I talking about? Listen, I donā€™t care who you fuck but if you could be just a little quieter-ā€
Wonwoo cuts you off with a laugh. ā€œThatā€™s what this is about? Thatā€™s why you were snooping outside my apartment? What, were you hoping to catch a glimpse of her leaving or something?ā€
So you had been right... youā€™re not sure whether or not youā€™re happy about that. What you are sure of, though, is that youā€™re offended that youā€™re being accused of snooping. You open your mouth to defend yourself but stop short.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re bleeding,ā€ is what you say instead.Ā 
Wonwoo touches his lip, thumb brushing across the cut he must not have noticed until you mentioned it. He looks down at his fingers briefly then back up at you.Ā 
ā€œCome with me.ā€
ā€œWha- huh?ā€
ā€œYou want to know whatā€™s so loud, right? So come on.ā€
You follow him blindly back down the hall to his apartment, the one right next to yours. Youā€™re doing everything a final girl in a horror movie shouldnā€™t do, but youā€™re dying to know whatā€™s been keeping you up at night.Ā 
Wonwoo unlocks the door and stands aside to let you in first. With a gulp, you cross the threshold and slip off your shoes.Ā  He does the same.Ā 
The apartment is quiet, for once. It looks a lot like yours but mirrored. The kitchen is off to the right instead of the left. The half bathroom is on the wall opposite to yours, likely connected via plumbing.
The place is a lot cleaner than you expected too. Itā€™s sparse, typical for a single guy, but still relatively well decorated.Ā 
Wonwoo heads straight to the kitchen and turns on the sink. He wets a paper towel and dabs at his bottom lip, wincing as he cleans the wound.
ā€œWhy am I here?ā€ you ask when he doesnā€™t offer an explanation.Ā 
He doesnā€™t answer right away. Granted, the man was still bleeding but heā€™d dragged you here for a reason and now you were just standing in his kitchen.Ā 
Eventually, he disposes of the paper towel, washes his hands, and walks across the living room without saying a word. You know he expects you to follow him but you almost donā€™t want to. You do follow him, you want to leave as fast as possible, but you consider it.Ā 
He opens the door to what you know is a bedroom and points inside. You stare at him blankly.Ā 
ā€œWhat am I looking at?ā€Ā 
ā€œThis isnā€™t my room,ā€ he says.Ā 
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œItā€™s my roommateā€™s.ā€
ā€œYou have a roommate?ā€
ā€œI do. I have a roommate. Heā€™s the one you share a wall with. Heā€™s the one banging a different girl every night. Your issues are with him, not me.ā€
Now that you were thinking about it, you have seen a slightly taller, beefier man around the building. That must be who Wonwooā€™s roommate is. He definitely had the face to pull all the girls Wonwoo was referring to. Not that Wonwoo didnā€™t-
ā€œSo take it up with him.ā€
You shake your head and purse your lips. ā€œNo, that doesnā€™t explain everything. Iā€™ve heard your voice too. Unless youā€™re the one heā€™s banging...ā€ you trail off, letting the implication hang in the air.Ā 
ā€œHeā€™s not my type,ā€ Wonwoo says flatly.Ā 
ā€œOkay, then what is it?ā€
ā€œCā€™mere,ā€ he says, moving along the wall to what you use as a breakfast nook in your apartment.Ā 
In his, the space is empty save for a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.Ā 
ā€œYou box?ā€
ā€œItā€™s a hobby.ā€
ā€œIs that why you were bleeding?ā€
ā€œYeah, I just got back from the gym.ā€
ā€œAnd thatā€™s what Iā€™ve been hearing?ā€
ā€œThatā€™s what youā€™ve been hearing.ā€
You nod but donā€™t say anything else, half waiting for an apology that he doesnā€™t offer. He just leans against the wall with his arms crossed.
ā€œWell, do you think you could practice your hobby before midnight? Or at least try to keep it down when you do?ā€ you huff in annoyance.
He sighs like what youā€™re asking is the biggest inconvenience heā€™s ever been posed with but concedes.
Ā ā€œI guess.ā€
ā€œThank you.ā€
ā€œYouā€™ll have to talk to Mingyu about his... hobby, though. Or get noise canceling headphones. Thatā€™s what I did.ā€
ā€œOh, okay.ā€
Silence stretches between you again, heightening the tension in the room. You donā€™t know what to do. Were you supposed to show yourself out now that you had your answers? Wonwoo isnā€™t giving you any indication that he wants you to leave but he isn't giving any indication that he wants you to stay either.Ā 
You donā€™t have the time or energy to deal with this. You canā€™t read the manā€™s mind. No matter how hard he stares at you from across a room. With a definitive breath, you turn on your heel to head for the door just to be stopped by Wonwooā€™s voice echoing behind you.Ā 
ā€œAre you disappointed?ā€Ā 
You stop but donā€™t turn around. ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œAre you disappointed that it isnā€™t me youā€™ve been hearing?ā€ he clarifies.Ā 
Heat rises to your cheeks. ā€œWh-what do you mean? Why would I be?ā€
You feel him approach from behind, his shadow closing in on you before he does.Ā 
ā€œBecause it isnā€™t my voice youā€™ve been touching yourself to.ā€
ā€œWhat?!ā€ You do turn around this time, whipping around so fast your ponytail almost whacks Wonwoo in the face.Ā 
ā€œYou donā€™t think I havenā€™t noticed the way you look at me when I pass you in the hallway?ā€
You scoff, breathing a subtle sigh of relief. All he had to go off of was a look but if he had heard you through the wall, if he had that irrefutable evidence, it would definitely be over for you. ā€œIf thatā€™s what you think lust looks like, I feel bad for all the girls you have slept with.ā€
ā€œResentment and lust have a very long history together,ā€ he whispers.Ā 
ā€œYou think pretty highly of yourself, donā€™t you?ā€
ā€œBut Iā€™m right, arenā€™t I?ā€
You feign ignorance. ā€œAbout what?ā€
ā€œAbout you.ā€ He measures you up with his gaze, something triumphant flashing behind his eyes. ā€œTell me Iā€™m wrong,ā€ he presses. ā€œTell me youā€™ve never gotten off to the thought of me and Iā€™ll drop it.ā€
You weigh your options. You could lie. You could save yourself the embarrassment and lie right to his face, although given your track record thus far heā€™d see right through it. Or, you could tell him the truth. You could admit to wishing you were the one in what you thought had been his bed all this time.Ā 
You settle on silence and let him draw his own conclusion. A smirk tugs at one side of Wonwooā€™s mouth. So he did think highly of himself.Ā 
ā€œI fucking knew it,ā€ he murmurs.Ā 
Before you can deny it, he straightens back up and starts walking toward the back of the apartment.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m going to take a shower,ā€ he announces.Ā 
You donā€™t move from where youā€™re standing, unsure of what he wants you to do. Was he hinting at you to leave? Was it an invitation?Ā 
Wonwoo looks back over his shoulder at you. ā€œAre you coming?ā€Ā 
ā€œHopefully,ā€ you mutter.
ā€œHm?ā€
ā€œYeah, Iā€™m coming.ā€
-
The water is already running by the time you slip into the bathroom after Wonwoo. You watch quietly as he undresses, letting the door click shut gently behind you. It occurs to you that you should be taking your clothes off too but you canā€™t look away.Ā 
Wonwooā€™s kind enough to snap you out of it. ā€œI didnā€™t ask you in here just to watch me.ā€
ā€œYou didnā€™t ask me in here at all,ā€ you point out, ā€œyou just expected me to follow you.ā€
ā€œAnd you did.ā€
Damn, he had you there.Ā 
With a noise of indignation, you pop the button on your jeans and start to wiggle out of them, unable to bring yourself to look at him again now that youā€™re also exposed. You can feel his eyes on you, though. It has the same effect his presence always has on you, and you attempt to cover yourself with your hands.
ā€œShy?ā€ he muses. ā€œCute.ā€
ā€œShut up,ā€ you sputter.
You donā€™t think youā€™ve felt this self conscious since college and then he laughs at your response which does nothing to help.
ā€œI canā€™t call you cute?ā€
ā€œNot if youā€™re patronizing me.ā€
ā€œHow do you want me to say it, then?ā€ he asks, sinking down to his knees on the floor in front of you. You stare at him in disbelief. ā€œYou want me to say it like this? Want me to tell you how cute, how pretty, I think you are, from down here? How pretty I think this pussy is?ā€ Wonwoo leans forward as he talks, further and further until his hair is tickling your tummy and his lips are moving against your skin. ā€œSpread your legs for me, baby,ā€ he murmurs.Ā 
You do, taking hold of the countertop so that you wonā€™t fall as Wonwoo slots himself between your thighs. You take a deep breath to brace yourself for the feeling of his mouth but absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the way he presses a gentle kiss to your pussy before diving in. The softness of the action compared to everything that led up to this moment, compared to the way he was now drowning himself in you, is enough to make your knees threaten to give. Your grip on the counter tightens and you bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. You donā€™t want to give him the satisfaction, though youā€™re sure he already knows heā€™s got you right where he wants you.Ā Ā 
Wonwoo hitches one of your knees over his shoulder so that he can get even deeper inside of you with his tongue. He drinks you in, breathes you in, douses himself in you like heā€™s trying to baptize himself in order to atone for his sins.Ā Ā 
If this was his apology for all the noise, heā€™s forgiven ten times over.Ā 
You can feel callouses on the palms of his hands as he traces them up your legs and over your ass, pulling you even further into him. The force of his grip causes you to stumble but he catches you before you can fall and helps you to regain your balance.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ve got you,ā€ he assures you, backing you up into the sink. ā€œHere, hop up on the counter.ā€
ā€œWhat about the shower?ā€ you ask, suddenly remembering that the water had been running this whole time.Ā 
ā€œOh shit-ā€
Wonwoo turns around and reaches to turn it off, drying both his hand and his face with a towel that had been hanging on the wall.Ā 
ā€œNow, hop up on the counter.ā€Ā 
ā€œAre you sure?ā€ you ask, glancing at all of the skin and hair care products scattered across it.Ā 
Wonwoo pushes them out of the way then nods.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sure. Mingyu wonā€™t care, trust me. Heā€™d be a hypocrite to.ā€Ā 
You sigh but hoist yourself onto the counter anyway, too horny to worry about it any longer. Wonwoo steps in between your legs and lets you wrap them around his waist. He leans down, you think heā€™s going to kiss you, but he goes for your neck and kisses you there instead.Ā 
ā€œWhy are you pouting?ā€ he asks, voice muffled and vibrating against your throat.Ā 
ā€œWant you to fuck me,ā€ you lie.Ā 
Itā€™s not a complete lie, you do want him to fuck you, but it certainly isnā€™t the full truth either. Youā€™re afraid that if youā€™re honest with Wonwoo about wanting him to kiss you itā€™ll turn him off. Heā€™s not about to make love to you, that much is clear, so was kissing off the table? Was that too intimate for a hookup like this? Would he think you wanted something more if you asked?
ā€œI was getting to that,ā€ he insists lowly. ā€œSo impatient.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re the one who ate me out as soon as you got me alone. You havenā€™t even kissed me yet.ā€Ā 
There. Maybe if you challenged him heā€™d give you what you wanted.Ā 
ā€œOh, you want me to kiss you, huh?ā€
He wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you in, finally pressing his lips to yours. Men were so easy.Ā 
He tastes like you imbued with unfamiliarity. Blood, you realize when you pull back and see the cut on his lip had reopened. It isnā€™t much, just enough to make him look vaguely vampiric. You swipe your thumb across his bottom lip and push it into his mouth for him to suck on.Ā 
He does, but he has the audacity to pretend not to like it.Ā Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re sick,ā€ Wonwoo scoffs.Ā 
ā€œAnd youā€™re still hard.ā€
ā€œTwo things can be true at the same time.ā€
He kisses you again before you can get another word in, dropping his free hand between your legs to ensure you're truly unable to talk back.Ā 
He uses his fingers to tease you for a moment or two and then he teases you with the head of his cock, pressing it right up against you and making you whimper into his mouth.Ā 
ā€œTell me, what have you been thinking about all these months,ā€ he murmurs, ā€œwhen youā€™re in your bed all alone listening through the wall?ā€
ā€œI- itā€™s embarrassing...ā€ you protest.Ā 
Wonwoo draws back, tonguing his cheek as he gazes down at you. ā€œTell me or weā€™re done here.ā€Ā 
Youā€™re not sure whether or not heā€™ll make good on his threat but you donā€™t want to call his bluff and risk blowing your chance to actually live out the fantasies you were too embarrassed to share.Ā 
ā€œI thought about... this,ā€ you say hesitantly.Ā 
ā€œThis? You thought about me fucking you here?ā€
ā€œNo...ā€
ā€œYouā€™re going to have to be more specific then, angel.ā€
ā€œIt was, um, in your bed.ā€
ā€œYou mean Mingyuā€™s bed.ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t know that at the time,ā€ you whine.
He smiles. ā€œI know. You know, if you had just paid a little closer attention you would have realized he sounds nothing like me.ā€
ā€œI was a little distracted at the time,ā€ you whisper.
ā€œYeah? Distracted pretending it was you in those girlsā€™ positions?ā€
You nod reluctantly.Ā 
ā€œPoor baby,ā€ he pouts, ā€œmustā€™ve been so jealous but so wet you just had to touch yourself, huh?ā€
You hate that heā€™s right. You hate that the condescension turns you on even more.Ā 
While heā€™s talking, Wonwoo snakes an arm behind you and grabs a condom from a jar on the counter. Did he and Mingyu just keep them out for guests like they were cotton swabs or something? Did they get laid that often?Ā 
He tears the foil packet open with his teeth and rolls the condom on as you watch and unconsciously spread your legs even wider for him.Ā 
ā€œReady?ā€ he asks, holding your face with both hands.Ā 
Itā€™s probably the first earnest interaction youā€™ve had with him. His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation and even when he finds none, he waits for you to answer.
ā€œGo ahead.ā€
You keep your eyes trained on his face as he guides himself inside of you, watching the way his eyelashes flutter and his breath hitches when he feels the heat of you around him. He pushes himself in slowly but the stretch still knocks the wind out of you, leaving you gasping for air.Ā Ā Ā 
ā€œBreathe, baby, breathe. Youā€™re okay.ā€
You can hardly hear him over the roaring in your ears but you do your best to listen, chest heaving as you desperately try to anchor yourself to him.Ā 
Wonwoo doesnā€™t move until you urge him to by wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing his hips with your thighs. It isnā€™t easy at first, despite how wet you are for him. Heā€™s that huge.Ā 
You almost wish he wasnā€™t just because you donā€™t think itā€™s fair for any manā€™s ego to be warranted, especially one as big as his. Though you suppose itā€™s fitting.Ā 
Ā After a few rough strokes, he starts to play with your clit again to get you to relax a little. It works, your eyes roll and your head falls back against the mirror as the tension eases from your muscles.Ā 
ā€œDoes it feel as good as you thought it would?ā€ he presses.Ā 
ā€œB-better,ā€ you admit.
ā€œThatā€™s because it wasnā€™t me you were hearing.ā€
You groan, annoyed that he still hasnā€™t let it go. You doubt he ever will.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s okay. Iā€™ve thought about this too,ā€ he confesses.
ā€œYou have?ā€
ā€œHave you seen yourself?ā€ he scoffs, ā€œDonā€™t sound so surprised. Iā€™d s-see you in the hallways, see the way youā€™d glare at me- fuck... who knew all this time you were right next door fantasizing about me while I fantasized about you. We couldā€™ve been doing this so much sooner.ā€
You want to tell him that you have all the time in the world to make up for it now but you canā€™t find the words. Theyā€™ve dissolved on your tongue and left you with only his name to repeat over and over like youā€™re in a trance.
ā€œLouder,ā€ he pleads as fucks you even faster.
ā€œBut our neighbors-ā€
ā€œFuck them,ā€ he spits. ā€œThey already hate us because of Mingyu, let them know my name too.ā€
Apparently you arenā€™t the only jealous one between the two of you. You want to laugh but you physically canā€™t, too caught up in the incandescent feeling in your stomach that threatens to engulf you entirely.Ā 
ā€œFuck, are you about to cum?ā€ Wonwoo gasps, lips parting in concentration.Ā 
You nod. ā€œJust a little more,ā€ you beg, ā€œyeah, exactly like that... oh fuck-ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œIā€™ve got you,ā€ he assures you. ā€œLet go, Iā€™m right there with you.ā€
Itā€™s surprisingly sweet of him and you think he might realize it too because he grabs your jaw and pulls you in to kiss you as you fall apart together so that he canā€™t say anything else.Ā 
Once you come down, heā€™s the first to start putting you both back together.Ā 
ā€œWanna actually take a shower now?ā€ he asks, holding out a hand to help you down from the counter.Ā 
Your knees wobble on your landing but Wonwooā€™s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders wounded-soldier style and sit you on the closed lid of the toilet.Ā Ā 
ā€œTake your time,ā€ he tells you, kneeling on the tile in front of you.Ā 
ā€œThank you.ā€
ā€œDo you want to stay the night? I mean you can hardly walk. Thereā€™s no way youā€™ll make it all the way home.ā€
You raise an eyebrow at him. ā€œAll the way next door?ā€Ā 
ā€œExactly! Itā€™s better not to risk it, right?ā€
You chuckle. ā€œI guess.ā€
Wonwoo grins. ā€œDonā€™t worry, Iā€™ll take you home myself in the morning. Iā€™m a gentleman, after all. And then we can piss off your neighbors.ā€
lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!
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dreaisgrayte Ā· 4 months ago
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Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, TW! YN does get assaulted, mentions of blood, drinking blood, gore, how many times do I mention claws? Oral fem!receiving, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, virgin sex, creampie, and overstimulation.
Word Count: 4.9k
a/n: guys this started off as a quick break from a Sanemi fic I'm working on (keep in mind I think short fics are no longer than 3k) and here I am... with a way longer fic than I intended and something I actually want to expand on in the future. It was a lot of fun to write this so I hope you enjoy it <3
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ā€œYou,ā€ His pink irises are illuminated by the moon high in the night sky. The blood within your body cools as you stare back at the man who stored your fate. His inky black hair flows down his shoulder in waves. A deep blue yukata loosely hung on his frame. ā€œIā€™ve been watching you.ā€ Muzan growls, edging ever closer to where you stood. His pointed canines glinted in the light, his nails sharp and ready to claw at your jugular. The demon king rolls his tongue along the tips of his teeth, studying you carefully. Was he deciding whether or not to feast upon your flesh?
He had never seen such a creature as yourself. Your skin was glowing, soft, and supple. The lavender color yukata covered most of your body, a delicate pattern of white flowers spanning the kosode fabric. Your obi was white with purple vines flowing around it. You wear simple white tabies paired with purple strapped zori. Elegance and grace radiated from you. He could smell the wisteria perfume in your hair.Ā 
It was strange, you were a confrontation to the world he wanted to live in ā€“ yet something he could not tear his eyes away from. Here you were, standing in front of him without fear. He rather thought it would be better fun if you were afraid, he did so enjoy the chase. Though, there was ā€“ of course ā€“ a reason you relented in running away from him. Your eyes were stormy, eclipsed by thousands of emotions. Thatā€™s when a different smell, that had not yet hit him, tickled his nose. Blood, and not just any blood. You had the blood of a demon in you. Your stern, furrowed brows, with the revolting smell of wisteria burning his nose. You confused him. ā€œWhat are you?ā€ He purs out, not sure if what would come out of your mouth would be a lie or truth. He could always figure it out for himself one way or another.Ā 
Your lip ticks, a show of annoyance youā€™d yet to master. The man in front of you knew, he could smell it, of that you were sure. Yet, he dared ask. What are you? Youā€™d been told many times what you were. An abomination. A curse. A monster. ā€œAre you not the demon king?ā€ You spit back, growing angry. Would the other half of you reject your existence as well? You had hoped at least the demons would have the scarce bit of comradery running through their systems. Muzanā€™s brows lift, then knit together. Did he need to answer you? After all, he could easily swipe at your neck to kill you for being so insolent. The eager need to hear what you had to say captivated him though.Ā 
When the man does not answer you tut, crossing your arms over your chest. ā€œHere I thought the mighty demon king would be able to tell me apart from the rest.ā€ You shake your head, laughing stiffly into the night. In a flash Muzan has you pinned to the trunk of a tree. Splinters etch toward your face from the very force of his hand. His muscular body cages you in and it takes you a moment to realize how your body aches to be near him.Ā 
ā€œI can smell you,ā€ He mutters, squinting his beautiful eyes like he couldnā€™t quite distinguish what he was looking at. ā€œYou assault my senses, itā€™s driving me mad. Thereā€™s something different about you.ā€ Muzan had first observed you walking in your village one evening, the way people sneered and cowered at your presence intrigued him. He found himself looking for you every night, wondering what your story was. These villagers were shunning you. He wished to know why such a pretty thing as yourself would be outcasted in her own village. ā€œYou smell like me, yet you are not. So I ask you again, what are you?ā€ His voice is low, edging on the precipice of anger.Ā 
You do not yield in holding his gaze. ā€œI am you, yet I am not. Born of the sun and moon. A half-blood.ā€ 20 years ago your mother found herself in the entertainment district, serving the pleasures of others. A man came to visit her on multiple occasions. Eventually, the two ran away together. Sharing in love and secrets. Your mother was a demon and your father a local carpenter. How you were able to be conceived was a mystery, even to them. They lived in peace, until one night. The villagers had finally seen through your fatherā€™s lies, storming their house. They slaughtered both of them and assuming you were a child taken captive, they whisked you away to a widowed mother. As you grew it was obvious where your origins lay, yet no one in the village dared to lay a hand on you.Ā 
Muzan lets his gaze drop to where your heart pulsed, bouncing the skin of your jugular. ā€œYou are human and demon?ā€ Something pulled tight in his chest. Could you walk in the sun? Did you regenerate? Were you the answer to his plight? ā€œYou are radiant.ā€ He cannot stop the words from falling past his lips. Your eyes light up with recognition, acceptance, and for a moment your past falls away. He had the ever-growing urge to sweep you away. Your very existence was tantalizing to him in the least. He tilts his head, wrinkling his nose at the obscure way you smelt.Ā 
Your eyes settle on the way he reacts to you, wondering if heā€™ll take you away someplace. Some place away from these villagers who had slaughtered your parents who just wanted to live in harmony. They did not deserve to die and you did not want to live one more second with their murderers. Muzan wanted to take you, but he couldnā€™t. Not yet. You were so fragile. If he were to touch you he would fear you would break on the spot. ā€œAre you going to take me away from this place?ā€ You whisper, hopeful tones floating to Muzan. He swallows something deep and thick.Ā 
Muzan backs away from you, eyes tensing. ā€œNo.ā€ He replies softly. He could not take you into his den, the other demons were too stupid to realize how precious you were. You would be dead within seconds. The line between your brows hardens again as his words hit you.Ā 
ā€œNo? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?ā€ Your voice is rising. You sound like a whining child who hasnā€™t gotten their way. Muzan winces at the obvious pain seeping into your voice. You were nothing like heā€™d ever seen before. Something beautiful, a miracle in his eyes. Therefore, he did not answer you. He simply faded back into the shadows. With his disappearance, your hopes and dreams faded as well.
ā€”
The next time you see Muzan is two years later. His hair is shorter than you last saw it, the curls kissing the nape of his neck. This neat look couldnā€™t contain the loose curls that framed his face. A starched white collar shirt was tucked into an ornate waistcoat. He looked utterly different, yet he was your Muzan. He had the same eyes, the same far-off look, and on top of that, you could practically taste his scent. It was overwhelming, crushing even, but in a way, you enjoyed the rush.Ā 
It was also a fact that you had escaped your village after one of the men tried to see how strong a half-blood was. He told you he was turned on by how revolting you were and he would take you as his wife in duty only. Until then you had never seriously thought about killing a human. The realization was both terrifying and freeing. So you fled to the entertainment district, living off of what you could at the Kyogoku House. There were so many smells here. Food, humans, sex, and demons.Ā 
You worked under a beautiful oiran, and you could tellā€¦ she wasnā€™t human. Part of you wanted to become friends with her, but if she hadnā€™t reached out for the sake of commonality, you didnā€™t think there was a chance of any other relationship than servant.Ā 
Muzanā€™s brows furrowed. He had come to visit Daki and yet your scent prosecuted his brain. Ever since he left you in the forest that day he had been thinking of a way to retrieve you. You were too precious to let out of his sight again. This time he would secure you. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of you living in the Ukiyo. Kyogoku House was well protected, but anywhere without him wasnā€™t safe for you. Were you being used by men far beneath you? Muzan had never felt such rage toward the thought of men touching a woman. He often indulged in watching, humans were ever so entertaining ā€“ but you werenā€™t human. You were one of his and he swallowed harshly at the fact that you werenā€™t only his.Ā 
He brushes past some of the lower-ranking courtesans, his eye twitching at their giggles. You watch from afar, the familiarity of his back etching a cold ache into your heart. He would leave again, of that you were sure. You hug the fresh sheets to your chest, making your way to the linen closet down the hall. ā€œAh, YN, Iā€™ve been looking for you.ā€ The Okaasan Omitsu stands before you. She has a cunning sneer behind the kind smile she wears.Ā 
You bow, storing the sheets away before turning your full attention to her. ā€œYes Okaasan?ā€ You can smell the evil intent behind this woman, it makes your stomach sink.Ā 
ā€œYou wouldnā€™t mind doing me a favor would you?ā€ She uses the word favor like youā€™d have a choice. She is the Okaasan after all. Itā€™s like she thinks youā€™re some stupid girl that will follow whatever she says. Using the word favor is a manipulation tactic and if you were a naive girl, you would be eating out of the palm of her hand.Ā 
You tilt your head to the left, plastering a fake smile of your own onto your lips. You knew anything out of your mouth except ā€˜yes Okaasanā€™ would make things harder for yourself. So with all your better judgment pushed aside, you say exactly that.Ā 
Her eyes gleam. ā€œThank you, my dear. If you will kindly follow me.ā€ She walks back up the hall, toward one of the private Ozashiki rooms. You glance around, nerves settling into your bones. You couldnā€™t be headed into one of these rooms, you werenā€™t even a kamuro. You were just an older shinzō.Ā 
She stops in front of the panel, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her mouth. No, please, not this. ā€œYou are very blessed my dear, one of our chÅ«san is interested in you.ā€ She slides the door aside and sitting against a wall smoking a pipe is a middle-aged man. Cushions are scattered around the floor and a twisted smirk plays with his mouth when he sees you. Okaasan bows then slides the door shut behind you.Ā 
The room was stifling, the smoke choking out any of the senses you had. It was dizzying. ā€œMmm, youā€™re a lot older than I thought.ā€ The man sneers, setting his pipe down. The fog of opium seemingly wraps around your throat, making it hard to breathe. ā€œBut youā€™ll do.ā€ He laughs, patting the cushion next to him. ā€œWhy donā€™t you come a little closer?ā€ He offers. Your body tenses. You were in danger, of that you were sure. You were not willing to give your virginity up to such a man but if you denied him the right to your own body, there would be outrage. You swallow, tentatively kneeling on the cushion next to him.Ā 
He leans over you, sniffing the area around your shoulder. You stiffen. ā€œYou smell so good, better than all those flora bitches.ā€ He growls. ā€œI like your naturalā€¦musk.ā€ Oh Gods did this man ā€“ who probably has a wife and children ā€“ just compliment how you smell when youā€™ve been working all day? ā€œWhat do you like about me?ā€ What a loaded question.Ā 
You smile, one that shuts your eyes ā€“ if he saw the look in your eyes heā€™d be sure to know you were lying when you said, ā€œI appreciate your generosity.ā€ You bow your head and the man laughs heartily.Ā 
His tongue darts out to coat his lips. ā€œI can be more generous if youā€™d like?ā€ He moves himself closer to you. ā€œI was blessed with wealth, good looks, and a tool to make women scream.ā€ Please let the tool be an ice pick so you can lobotomize yourself. ā€œWhadā€™ya say, darling?ā€ He coos, going in for what appears to be a kiss even though you hadnā€™t been given the time to answer him.Ā 
You grimace away from his advance, shoving at his chest. The eerie playful tone in the room suddenly seems to vacuum out. The fog is still thick from the burning opium, but you donā€™t miss the way the man before you lunges for you. Heā€™s panting above you with a charming pointy sneer. ā€œAh ah ah, not so fast. You havenā€™t serviced me, whore.ā€ He digs his nails into your shoulder, pinning you to the wooden floor. ā€œLook at you, begging for my cock with your eyes, ooohh you want it that bad you slut?ā€ He hisses, fumbling with the buckle of his Western-style pants. You squirm wildly under his grasp but itā€™s like heā€™s infused with superhuman strength. ā€œIā€™m gonna fuck you and then, as your reward,ā€ His face is next to yours now, eyes glowing an electric yellow, pupils in slits. ā€œIā€™m going to kill you.ā€ His hand is on your throat, crushing your windpipe. You choke on what little air you were able to breathe earlier.Ā 
A demon, this man was a demon. One of your kind. Noā€¦ he wasnā€™t. He was something else. He was driven by the carnal desire to fuck and kill. You were too weak to push him off, your internal forces constantly warring against each other. You had always presented as human, meek, malleable, and obedient. What you would give to have your demon side come forth, bite this fuckerā€™s head off. You want to scream ā€“ but on account of his claws sinking into the back of your neck ā€“ if you even moved that would surely be the end of your life.Ā 
He tears your yukata to shreds, ripping the soft skin of your stomach open as well. Your mouth opens the pressure of a scream pushing against his hand. Blood mixes with the tattered cloth, the cotton dying red.
Muzan pauses, Daki grumbling about some inferior human drama. His eyes search the room, this time Daki taking notice from her self-indulged rant. Where was that smell coming from? He stands, silencing Daki before she can start whining again. The potent smell of blood was swirling to the top floor, but not justā€¦any blood. ā€œYN,ā€ He hisses, the annoyance, rage, and blood-boiling sensations he felt earlier returning tenfold. Why were you bleeding? This was fresh cut blood, not from the dues women endured every month. He needed to find you, or he feared the worst. ā€œI need to go.ā€ He barely says to the demon next to him. Her face morphs into one of anger, and before she can hurl anything at him, Muzan slips out of her room. Where were you? He follows the pungent scent, clambering down the stairs and rushing down the hall until heā€™s in front of a private room. Heā€™s sweating, for once fear is humming in his ear. He shoves the door to the side, witnessing a demon hunched over your body.Ā 
Your blood is pooling around you dying the wonderfully blue yukata you wore earlier a sickly brown color. The demon doesnā€™t have time to look up because Muzan is already crushing its head, slashing its throat to shreds of what it once was.Ā 
The room is covered in blood but the demon is dead. Muzan slides to the floor, cradling you in his lap. ā€œYN, no, no please donā€™t die.ā€ You were his miracle. You were his hope. If anything could save his damned soul it would be you. His arms are trembling as your stomach bleeds out, the skin marred, andā€¦God the smell of your blood was driving him mad. It was something he shouldnā€™t be thinking about as you bleed out under him. You needed to regenerate. He wasnā€™t sure if you could so maybe your demon just needed a little push?
With his free hand, Muzan tears the flesh from his arm, bringing it down to your mouth. His blood trickles onto your lips, sliding into your mouth. After a few silent beats, your eyes shoot open. Muzan has never felt such joy as this very moment. Your arms wrap around his, bringing it into your mouth. Muzan hisses at the way your tongue dances around his wound, lapping up the blood he shed for you. Youā€™re panting, gasping for more. Your eyes glow as you drag your tongue up the muscle of his forearm. His blood flows through you like your own life force, strengthening your nerves, hardening your muscles. He has made you stronger.Ā 
It sends a pinch of desire through Muzan. He hadnā€™t felt the heat of wanting to sink his cock into the warmth of a cunt in decades. You were mouthing at his arm, wounds healed on both ends, but now that you were moving the once whole yukata falls off your shoulders. Blood trails from your lips down your chest, between your breasts. Muzan was never one to fend off his desire to want. He took whatever he wanted, without a care. He wanted to take you without a care. Fuck you senseless into the floorboards, claw at you, feed on your blood while you fed on his. It was ecstasy just imagining driving his cock into your pretty tight pussy.Ā 
ā€œI shouldā€™ve never left you.ā€ He whispers and it sends a rolling wave of want through you. You move to straddle his lap.Ā 
ā€œThen donā€™t leave me now.ā€ You could both smell it, the heat and arousal in the air. ā€œTake me, my Lord.ā€ He smirks, holding onto your thighs.Ā 
He hums, enjoying the way youā€™re bare in front of him. You were a sight to behold. ā€œMmm, such a smart girl.ā€ A portal opens underneath him, the wooden floor sinking into an expanse of rooms, platforms, doors, lights, and endless corridors. The sheer speed whips your hair around your face until ā€“ it doesnā€™t. Youā€™ve stopped in the middle of whatever this place was. ā€œWelcome home,ā€ Muzanā€™s pink eyes darken to a deep crimson as he sits up straighter, pressing himself into you. You moan in delight as his hands work their way up your hips, sitting you down on the stiff part of his lap.Ā 
You tilt your head, peeking at him. ā€œIā€™ve never liked pants,ā€ you mumble, playing with the hem of his. He chuckles his smirk growing.Ā 
ā€œAnd why is that?ā€ He inquires, moving his tongue to lick up the blood that has traveled toward your navel. You choke out a moan as he makes his way between your breasts. You can feel his teeth against your skin and itā€™s a wretched thought. ā€œAheh,ā€ He swipes at the crest of your breast.Ā 
ā€œH-hard to get off.ā€ Muzan hums against your skin in agreement, but heā€™s too preoccupied with the way you tremble with untapped pleasure.Ā 
He wants to tear into your flesh, mark you as his, burn only his name onto your tongue. ā€œSuch an eager kitten,ā€ He licks his lips, capturing the back of your neck in his hands. ā€œYou want me bare that badly?ā€ All you can manage is a small nod as he gingerly moves you so that youā€™re laying down. Your hips are still lined up with his as he gazes at you. ā€œI can promise you I have a similar urgency.ā€ He grins, pulling the belt from his breeches with a smooth movement. He tosses it to the side, but doesnā€™t make any more movements to pull his pants down. Muzan notices your heated gaze pointed toward his hardened groin.Ā 
Did you know nothing about the workings between a man and woman? His eyes trail down your body, stopping at the apex of your thighs. He wraps his arms around the bend of your knee, smirking when your eyes widen in surprise. He tugs you upwards, to where your legs are over his shoulders. Being this close to your glistening pink cunt made his groin stiffen even more, if that was possible. The smell of you was intoxicating. He couldnā€™t help himself. ā€œWhat a fucking view.ā€ He growls.Ā 
Muzan buries his head between your thighs, latching his mouth onto your swelling clit. You gasp in pleasure, breaths turning into ragged moans as he plunges his tongue deeper into you. ā€œO-oh my God, fā€™ck, ngh.ā€ With the way his tongue his twisting and sucking inside of you, breathing seemed impossible. His claws dig into your outer thigh, scratching red trails to your knees. He devours every bit of you he can reach, crazed by the tangy sweetness of your arousal. Your walls were squeezing around his tongue, heat running through your body.Ā 
Your own hands find your stiff nipples, rolling them around in your fingers. You couldnā€™t get enough, it was the same feeling you received from drinking his blood. Heat rolling around in your veins as his eyes take in your puffy cunt and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. He maneuvers one hand from under your knee to the one place that was being ignored on you ā€“ your entrance. It was like the gate to a shrine and he wanted to worship there for eternity. ā€œLook at how fucking wet your cunt is.ā€ His pointed nails shape into shorter rounder ones, he dare not damage this holy place. Then, without warning, he presses two fingers into you. A yelp echoes across the void of the infinity castle. ā€œAhhh, shit,ā€ You huff, tensing from the sensation of your pussy being stretched.Ā 
Muzan knew you were a virgin, he would be lying if the fact didnā€™t make him grow more feral to have you sit on his cock and take his seed deep within you. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you. That was all he could think about while lapping up your wetness.Ā 
The slick from your cunt was sucking his fingers in, a growl rumbling around your clit. This makes you scream out as a shockwave shoots through you. Your thighs are shaking and every once and a while ā€“ as Muzan still selfishly fingers you through your climax, sucking on your clit ā€“ your body will twitch. Heavy and heady moans fall from your lips, breaking into whines as you come down from your high.Ā 
ā€œYou did such a good job my sweet,ā€ Muzan lowers you gently back to the floor. Your neck is sore from being at an awkward angle for so long, but you would give anything to see the disheveled man before you with your arousal still on his lips. ā€œThatā€™s it. Prefect. Youā€™re so perfect.ā€ He mutters, licking his lips and watching you still play with your nipples.Ā 
Though you feel like youā€™ve just ascended, you crave more. You want Muzan to breed you like his own personal slut. ā€œM-more,ā€ You gasp. ā€œI feel so empty my Lord.ā€ You huff, the edges of your voice bleeding to a whine. Muzanā€™s eyes widen. He hadnā€™t intended to fuck you just yet. Give you some time to grow accustomed to sexual things so it wasnā€™t rushed, but your eyes are pleading him to continue. Heā€™sā€¦ nervous, which isnā€™t like the demon king. Heā€™s so eager to please you. Make sure youā€™re comfortable. He wants to give you hell, heaven, and the earth.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re practically begging me.ā€ He chuckles, unsure if you really knew what you were asking. There was no way that once Muzan slid into your heady cunt that he would not ravish you. There was no way to tell time in the infinity castle, so there was no way for him to know when to stop until he was satisfied. You squirm to get closer to him, spreading your legs wide for him. His gaze drops from yours to your center, whatever shred of humanity that was left in him suddenly flying away. ā€œSuch a filthy slut. Youā€™re already hungry for more? You want me to fill you up? Then beg for it.ā€ His eyes narrow into slits, the magma growing in his belly.Ā 
Your body cools with a shiver of excitement, as you reach down in between your thighs. You purse your lips and then spread your labia apart. The cool air tickles the sticky wetness but you can tell itā€™s doing something for him. ā€œPlease, my King, I want you to fuck me so hard I canā€™t think. I want you to take my virgin pussy and make it yours.ā€Ā 
The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. ā€œAs you wish my Queen.ā€ He frees his cock and you have to take a moment to gulp at the sheer size of it. The head is leaking precum and bruised a red color from the lack of release. The shaft is a pale pink, a thick vein running down the underside. The muscles of his hips also catch your attention. They were unlike the drawings some of the courtesans had shown you. His were muscular, ready to thrust into you for hours.Ā 
Muzan lines himself up at your entrance, this time with the head of his cock. The idea was thrilling, finally pushing into your pussy and breaking the barrier of your womanhood. He hisses as your slick coats him, making it easy enough to start entering you. Your face contorts with a mixture of pain and pleasure. ā€œShhh, you can take it.ā€ You want to wiggle away from him, the pain of his member stretching you out is enough to break you. ā€œAh ah ah, youā€™re not going anywhere pretty girl. Remember you asked for this.ā€ Muzan leans over you seizing your mouth with his own. You share a leisurely kiss as he swallows your moans.Ā 
He feels the head of his cock hit your hymen and with a wince he thrusts past it. He can feel the rush of silky blood around his cock, but he tries his best to divert your attention with heated kisses. You break free, a long drawn out moan gasping out of you. ā€œAhhh, oh my, hngh nngh yes!ā€Ā 
Muzan nuzzles into your neck, the feeling of your walls clenching around him driving him practically insane. ā€œYeah? Tell me how good I am. Tell me how good I am at fucking you.ā€ He hisses out, desperate for your compliments and approval.Ā 
ā€œNnnggh, sā€™good, fā€™ckinā€™ me sā€™good.ā€ You slur, drunk on how he guided a new path into you. You pant and writhe under him, eyes fluttering shut.Ā 
ā€œNot yet my love, I want you to watch.ā€ He starts to move his hips and you wince in burning pleasure. ā€œThatā€™s it. Youā€™re doing so good.ā€ He grunts, snapping his hips back into you. The wet slap of skin hitting skin sends shivers down your back.Ā 
Youā€™re straining against the build up in your stomach, a pit of coils wanting to spring forth. ā€œMmm, harder.ā€ You huff, reach out to grab the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a playful smirk on his swollen lips.Ā 
ā€œUse your manners.ā€ He teases, squeezing his eyes shut.Ā 
ā€œPlease fuck me harder.ā€ You mewl just as he starts to thrust into you with a quickened rhythm. Your breath is sucked away by the pure bliss aching from the friction.Ā 
Muzan bites down on his lip, brushing a few curls that had come free from behind his ear. ā€œYou like it when I do that?ā€ He quizzes, fucking you harder. You can only manage a nod.
Your voice has grown hoarse from moans breaking into screams and whines. You buck your hips along with his as you arch your back, tumbling over your peak. ā€œFā€™ck, haa haa hnngh,ā€ You squeeze his cock and release his neck, breathless from your second orgasm.Ā 
ā€œCum all over my cock, fuck,ā€ Muzan growls, the feeling of your slick cum coating his length. He was gliding into you with such ease. He would apologize to you later for this. He pounds into your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you as you cry out. He rams himself into you and stays deep within your pussy. Panting heavily Muzan finally crashes over his own wave of pleasure. Splurting his cum around the walls of your pussy. He doesnā€™t want to pull out ā€“ for one fact he wanted all of his cum to stay within you ā€“ and for another fact, you were all the salvation he needed. He could find redemption with you. He rolls you both onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip to make sure he can stay inside of you.Ā 
This was it, you had driven him to the edge and he would make sure to never let anything else touch you. As he gazes upon your soft features drifting off to a satisfied slumber he feels what once was his heart ache. ā€œWe should get married.ā€ He blurts out.
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sunnami Ā· 1 month ago
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the 5 times you did (not) love each other and the 1 time you did.
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summary. as the title suggests. this one was a request! i hope you enjoyed my version of this anon.
pairing/s. poly!marauders + lily / reader.
wc. 4.1k
tags. hurt/comfort, angst, peter pettigrew mention, not proofread, like seriously, fluff, happy ending.
cws: brief mention of violence and blood.
note: i am alive?? crazy. i began this fic, whilst sick, around august, nursing the worst headache ever. i wrote the middle of this fic, sick. and i think it's only fitting that i finished this fic. sick... honestly, i did not proofread any of this, i just know i lowkey love it. after the first one-thousand words, i just spiral and become delirious, so i don't even know what happened here. my first request finished! yippee! and thank you all for 2k :< i love you all so much.
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i.Ā 
SIRIUS BLACK did not love youā€”not even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.
After Peter Pettigrewā€™s slight against his family, Sirius would never hold warmth or pity for the skittish mouse ever again. He was played for a fool. And, he did not know which betrayal had hurt more. Peterā€™sā€”or yours. (Had you known all along of your adoptive brotherā€™s plans? Did you not think for one second that Sirius would, without a sliver of hesitation, put himself in the way of a killing curse to keep you safe? Heā€™d have died before ever letting the fire in your eyes wither to ashes. Clearly, you did not share the same sentiment.)Ā 
He wanted nothing to do with you. Ever. And if the rat-bastard dared to show his face, not even Death would know where to put Peterā€™s body to rest. Sirius would keep him alive until he begged for deathā€”until the idea of living frightened him more than dying. And for youā€”beholder of his heart, captor of his soul, and co-possessor of his mindā€”he could only hope that you stayed far away. You had wrecked himā€”all of them.Ā 
He wantedā€”
He did not know what he wanted.Ā 
For when it came to you, Sirius Black was reduced to a man wandering the desertsā€”mistaking clouds for water, and the sands for grass blades. You had ravaged every fiber of his being; consumed his every thought and word. The most ironic part of all was that if you had been the one standing thereā€”Sirius would have let you Avada him. Dumbledore could scold him in the afterlifeā€”Sirius could care less. Heā€™d have snapped his wand in half and asked someone else to fight you because Sirius had vowed from the moment he met you that he would never harm a hair on your head. He would never be the reason that tears stained your pretty cheeks.Ā 
Well, apparently, trust and promises were not worth a damn thing nowadays.Ā 
No, he did not love youā€”even as you stood on the steps of Grimmauld, your hair ruined by the downpour of rain. Your lips bruised and bitten from a nervous habit Sirius had yet to break out of you.Ā 
ā€œI didnā€™t know, Sirius,ā€ you whisperedā€”your voice the only sound falling on his ears amidst all the thunder and lightning. He only saw you. ā€œY-You have to believe me. If I knewā€”Gods, I would have told Dumbledore in a heartbeat. Fuck. I thought you knew me better than that.ā€Ā 
He thought so, too.Ā 
ā€œDid you know?ā€ Sirius began, taking a step forward and into the storm, a demeaning sneer on his lips. ā€œThat when Voldemort stood in our home, your portrait was right behind him? That was all I could look at. If I had diedā€”you would have been the last thing I saw.ā€Ā 
You had not replied.Ā 
Sirius grit his teeth. ā€œGo,ā€ he said, voice hoarse.Ā 
ā€œGo!ā€ he yelled, grateful for the rain as it masked his own tears as you flinched from the sound of his voice. Not the thunderclap, the lightning strikeā€”but it was him who scared you.Ā 
(But you had done so first.)Ā 
When you apparated away, Sirius crumbled to the ground and pounded his fists against the asphalts where you were moments ago, screaming and cursing until he saw blood flowing with the rainwater.
It was laughable, really. The way he did not love you.Ā 
It was not love that drove him to madness, pummeling Gideon Prewett into a bloody pulp for mentioning your name during a meeting with the Order. He had presumed you to be a Death Eater alongside your brotherā€”Sirius instantly saw nothing but red. (He condemned Bellatrix, his own cousin, for becoming a madwoman. Yet, here he was, unraveled by the very thought of you. The very whisper of your name.)Ā 
But whatever it was that had turned him into a fool and a hypocrite all at once, it was not love.Ā 
ii.Ā 
JAMES POTTER had no love for youā€”make no mistake about that. He loved love, and he did so fiercely and truthfully. But you and Peter had broken his trustā€”defiled his loyalty from the moment your brother had brought Voldemort to his doorstep. (Did you know that as he begged and screamed for Lily to hide with their son, Harryā€”he thought of you? For a fleeting moment, he saw your face, marked by fear and tear-rimmed eyes. And James knew straight away that he would spit on Tom Riddleā€™s bare feet if only to keep his family safe. If only to see you once more. Alive and well. But, you must not have thought the sameā€”if you had conspired with Peter to sell him and Lily out to the Devil reborn.)Ā 
The thought of you breathing was enough to keep James alive.Ā 
But, that was not love. It was a mockery of it.Ā 
No, he did not feel so much as a twinge of emotion for you. Not even as Mad-Eye Moody brought your limp body back to Grimmauld. It was not love that threatened the magic in his beingā€”that simmered in his blood until the painted walls saw an indent of his fist. (ā€œPoor thing,ā€ McGonagall cooed as she pressed her palm over your forehead. Despite some of the membersā€™ growing distrust for you, you still took an Unforgivable in their stead. ā€œWe can only wait. . . Four Cruciatus curses. . .ā€)Ā 
What more did James need to want to rip Peter apart limb by limb?Ā 
It was not love that rooted his feet by your side. Sitting hunched on a chair too small for his height, bags beneath his eyes, and the pale of his lips becoming noticeable to everyone who spoke to him.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ he whispered to you lovelesslyā€”hands desperately clutching your own. Sirius stood across the room, arms crossed over his chest, dagger-like eyes waiting for so much as a twitch of your finger. ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€
It was a plea this time.
He only hoped you did not ask him to love you. For James could give you the world, hand-pick the stars, and burrow his body deep beneath the ground if you had asked for itā€”but he could not love you.Ā 
Everyone had told him not to hope that you would wake up. That your pretty eyes would not flutter open, and you would no longer look at him as you had before. But James was stubborn. He was selfish as he was stubborn. He did not love youā€”but he needed to hear the sound of your voice. And James would take it any way that he could. The soft cadence of a whisper, or a rough utterance of a single word. Molly Weasley told him to accept reality for what it was. (ā€œYou need sleep, dear,ā€ the matriarch fussed. ā€œThereā€™s nothing we can do. Look at the Longbottoms. . . We can do no more for this one as we had done for them.ā€)Ā 
In the still of the night, he left his reveries on the cold of your skin. ā€œWake up,ā€ he demanded.Ā 
ā€œWake up or else youā€™re the traitor everyone thinks you are,ā€ James hissed.Ā 
But his words held no heatā€”and his heart held no love for you.Ā 
Make no mistake about that.
Then, when you finally woke up, disoriented and throat parchedā€”a hazy recollection of the weeks beforeā€”James made sure that no more than four people could enter the room. He did not care if a hurricane, or if Voldemort himselfā€”James had faced him once already, after allā€”threatened to break the door down. You were theirs to protect.
Ā (But not to love.)Ā 
ā€œWe need to begin the questioning, James, you know that,ā€ said Kingsley Shacklebolt, almost exasperatedly; weary lines written across his face. James would not allow even a toe beyond the doorway. An interrogation meant you had something to do with the attempted murder of James and his family. Whether or not you were innocent, James did not careā€”he just wanted you safe.Ā 
(And a small part of him already knew that you were not your brotherā€™s keeper. Just as they had absolved Sirius of his familyā€™s sins. It would be unfair to not show you the same grace. But before his mind knew that, Jamesā€™s heart and soul had known the truth all along.)Ā 
He found Sirius gently tending to your every need, and already James knew that was Padfootā€™s way of begging for forgiveness. The ebony-haired man hung onto your every word. He winced when you flinched, and pressed his apologies to your forehead, rasping for a kindness he did not deserve. Not after what he did. How he turned you away and cursed your name. How they betrayed you.Ā 
James did not love you.Ā 
But what else could he call the manacles that bound his hands and forced him to his knees when it came to you?Ā 
Not. Love.Ā 
iii.Ā 
REMUS LUPIN could not bring himself to love you. But, he could not love Sirius, Lily, and James either. He was undeserving of such a privilege. But he was not allowed to love you; Remus could only hope that you saw even a shred of worth in himā€”to wrest each word from his lips and every breath from his lungs. But, he did not love you. No.Ā 
Because loving you meant he was to tell you of your brotherā€™s crimes. And Remus could not hurt you like that.Ā 
ā€œP-Peter?ā€ you had asked, wearing the eyes of a fretful sibling. Remus lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair gone astray behind your ear. Bellatrix had done a number on youā€”just as she had done to Alice and Frank. Remus was fairly certain that Sirius was off on a hunt for his cousin, his mind toyed with by the barbarity of war. What they could not do for the Longbottoms, theyā€™d wring themselves dry to do for you. After the Lestrangesā€™ attack, you suffered damage to your throat and memories. Remus could not bear to see you in such pain.Ā 
He could not give you love, but Remus would offer up to you his every limb, and the weary skin upon his bones.Ā 
ā€œThey. . .ā€ Remus grimaced. How could he act as the bearer of bad news? Heā€™d rather dive headfirst into shark-infested waters. Be anywhere else but here. In fact, Remus would rather snatch you away from the funereal walls, and hold you in his arms in the quietude of dawn, than be the one to bring anguish to your eyes. ā€œTheyā€™re looking for him at the moment, love.ā€Ā 
One question lingered in your eyes: Why?Ā 
Luckily, Sirius was always the better one at sharpening a blunt knife. ā€œHe was a traitor,ā€ he spat like acid. ā€œA traitor to the Order. A traitor to us. Heā€™s no friend of ours. Not anymore.ā€Ā 
But Sirius knewā€”better than anyone elseā€”how difficult it can be to truly hate little brothers, especially once theyā€™ve gone.Ā 
ā€œNo. . .ā€ You trembled, almost retching as you sobbed into your palms.Ā 
Remus held you then, the front of his shirt soaked in your tears, eyes firmly shut as you trembled and heaved in his arms. The sound of your guttural screams bounced off the four walls, and Remus had to bury his nose in your hair. You were alive. Safe. Breathing. But you felt cold as ice; an empty husk stripped bare for grief to take over. And Remus could do nothing but hold you. (He just hoped that wherever Peter Pettigrew was, Remus would not be the first one to find him. Otherwise, they would not be able to recover even a fingernail from his remains.)
ā€œHush, love,ā€ Remus whispered into your ear as you cried yourself sick. Mourning the loss of your brother, reeling from the betrayal of a bond that was supposed to be stronger than blood. Remus would make him pay, he vowed as much to you. No, Remus and the wolf in him did not know how to love. But he knew how to hurt. And, that, heā€™d gladly do for you. His body was for you to use as a shield, his soul for you to strip bare, and his heart for you to thieve and never return.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t cry,ā€ said James, a shadow cast over his frames. ā€œNot for Peter. Never. Fucking bastard will get whatā€™s coming to him.ā€ He laid on the vacant space of the bed, gently untangling your hands that were pressed over your heart. ā€œIā€™ll make sure of it.ā€
They all would.
But not because they loved you.Ā 
It was not out of love, Remus had to remind himself in the coming days, when he stayed diligently by your side as you recovered. Daily sessions with the best healer St. Mungoā€™s could offerā€”as if James would allow anything else. There were days your eyes would glaze over, your words rough and sluggish, and Remus would try his damndest to make you smile.Ā 
It was the least he could do.Ā 
For failing to protect you.Ā 
But that was not love.Ā 
(It was hope. Wretched, disastrous hope as he fell to his knees, and your name in between his teeth.)
iv.Ā 
LILY EVANS was a fighter in all the ways that mattered.Ā 
And from the very first moment she held Harry in her arms, eyes raking over his wrinkly, bloodied skin; all ten fingers and toes, her soft cries over his loud screamingā€”Lily knew she would trade her life for his in a heartbeat. Little, lovely eyes that would soon see the world in his own time. Lily adored him. Cherished every tear, snore, and giggle. She knew then, that a motherā€™s love was entirely different from any emotion sheā€™d ever felt before.Ā 
This was proven the first time Harry had gotten seriously ill. A few weeks after the attempted murder on the Potters, Harry was ceaselessly cryingā€”screaming, even, every nightā€”red-faced as he fussed every breakfast and dinner. Lily found herself at witā€™s end. Her protectiveness had gone up a hundred measures; wouldnā€™t let anyone besides family or Madam Pomfrey see Harry. Yet, even with all the draughts and silly-flavoured syrups, Harry wasnā€™t getting better.Ā 
ā€œLily dear, you cannot actually be thinking about this,ā€ worried Molly Weasley as Lily stood in front of your door, holed away in the room where you had been recovering for the last few days. It would be the first time she saw you since the incident. More than anything she was afraid. Frightened that you would look at her differently. Whether or not that fear stemmed from love, Lily was not concerned. ā€œWe can call for another Healer from Mungoā€™s to have a look at Harry. . . Who knows what might. . .ā€Ā 
Lily held Harry closer to her, lips firmly pressed, attempting to ignore the way his temperature was unnaturally high. ā€œMight what, Mrs. Weasley?ā€ She knew Molly was only talking out of concern, from a motherā€™s perspective at least. But she knew you better than anyone else. You would never hurt her, or Harry, that much she was certain of. And if you were the traitor everyone else was afraid of accusing you of, a sentence delivered by association to Peterā€”then let the guillotine fall, Lily would carry your crimes for you.Ā 
She remembered ever-so clearly in her sixth-year, you with dreams glistening in your eyes. (ā€œIā€™m going to be a Healer, Lils! Minnie said Iā€™d be a great one. . . I want to protect those I love. . . I know I can do it. . . Oh, I canā€™t wait to tell Peter that Iā€™ve gotten recommendations already to work at Mungoā€™s after graduation.ā€)Ā 
And Lily recalled at that moment, she had felt a different kind of emotion that she had never experienced before. It was not love, of course. Tuney said she was too young and too stupid to know what real love was. But, at sixteen, what else could describe the way her heart fluttered and the way her lips threatened to break out into a smile whenever you lit up talking about your future? (It was just a crush, young Lily told herself.)
Only to be crushed and cast aside in the face of the war, where fighters took their place at the forefront of the lines, mothers and children hid; healers stretching themselves thin to be here, there, everywhere; where traitors walked in plain sight.Ā 
ā€œThere is no one else I trust more with my life,ā€ replied Lily.Ā 
And that was that.Ā 
Lily skirted around Molly and opened the door to your room, where Sirius, James, and Remus all stood at attention at the sight of her and Harry. She ignored them, and headed straight to your side.Ā 
ā€œHello, love,ā€ she greeted with all the gentleness she was made of, a smile creeping up to her eyes as Lily watched you turn your head at the sound of her voice. Truth be told, she did not know what her end-goal was in coming here. But being by your side had always made life a little more bearable, like all the illnesses in the world could not bring her down. And so, her magic had instinctively summoned her person to you. She, at least, was relieved to see colour returning to your cheeks, though the red in your eyes had dulled the hues she adored so much.Ā 
ā€œIs that. . .?ā€ you croaked.Ā 
Lily nodded. ā€œHarry, meetā€”ā€Ā 
One of the loves of my life, the most loyal and pure witch anyone ever has the privilege of meeting, someone I want to stay in my life forever.Ā 
Lilyā€™s smile wilted. ā€œA friend.ā€Ā 
Later, she would place Harry in your armsā€”her little hope embraced by her dreamā€”and Lily would wonder if it was by pure magic that Harry calmed in your presence.Ā 
For if love could hurt and destroy, could it mend and heal the broken as well?
But what a shame, for not one in that room carried an ounce of love for you.
(She would die for Harry, yesā€”but she would live for you.)
v.Ā 
YOU did not love them, either.Ā 
The very idea, thoughtā€”insinuationā€”was absurd. (Why, they deserved much better than you, after all.) With hands that failed to protect them, were you even allowed to hold them anymore? Did your heart have the right to breathe for them? You had failed as a sister and a friendā€”how much more would you have failed as their lover? Well, youā€™d never know.Ā 
Because you did not love them.Ā 
Merely wished them happiness and for the world to extend them kindness. For the sun to look brightly down on them, and for time to heal their scars and wounds. For if they were in pain, the earth would stop spinning. But such a request was not borne from love.Ā 
Surely not.Ā 
Because, then, that would have meant that it was love that teared you apart when Sirius cursed your name, when James turned you away, when Remus could not look you in the eyes, or when Lilyā€”for all your history togetherā€”called you a friend.Ā 
The whole of you was made by the parts of them. Each memory welded into the crevices of your soul. From the moment you had all found each other in the same train compartment, same common roomā€”there was a shift in the fates that bound all five of you together. (The ties were red, but the thread was not of love.) You did not believe in Professor Trelawneyā€™s talks of providence and destiny.Ā 
Because if you did, then why was the universe so cruel?Ā 
Fallingā€”not in loveā€”for four people who could very much do without you in their lives. Lacking severely as a sister to the point you had not noticed your brother fading and fading away into the shadows.Ā 
Was love that unkind? That merciless?Ā 
Then, you did not want to love at all.Ā 
Oh, but magic or not, every creature on this earth selfish.Ā 
You were no different.Ā 
You wanted.Ā 
Oh, how you yearned.Ā 
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ā€œI LOVE YOU.ā€Ā 
You barely had enough time to react before Sirius pressed his lips to the side of your head, arm covertly sneaking around your waist. The sound of the train whistling as parents yelled their goodbyes filled the station. You stood in the midst of the crowd, eyes never leaving one window in particular as you waved at Harry, now eleven-years-old and now off to Hogwarts.Ā 
ā€œQuite a random thing to say, husband,ā€ you murmured, leaning into his warmth. ā€œWhat for?ā€Ā 
ā€œJust because,ā€ he replied in turn with a fiendish grin. ā€œWell, perhaps for choosing us, for choosing me despite all my fuck-ups. For existing. For being the beautiful, wonderful, kind, precious you. I could keep on going, my darling. Shall I compare thee to a summerā€™s day?ā€Ā 
You wrinkled your nose, eyes rolling from fondness. ā€œI love you too, quite unfortunately.ā€Ā 
He only laughed and pulled you closer to him. ā€œLetā€™s go home.ā€Ā 
ā€“
ā€œI love you.ā€Ā 
In the house built by new memories, warded by stronger protection charms, and filled with warmth and loveā€”James said this to you each morning before he left for the Ministry, promoted after the war as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Not one foot out of the door until he had showered you in kisses and the symphonies of his heart. James had always been loud, even in his time at Hogwarts. The war had not taken this part of him, and you figured James was too loud to let it be taken from him. He was unapologetically and unabashedly him.Ā 
And you had loved him fiercely for that.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll be home early tonight,ā€ he said, a quiet intimacy washing over the both of you. The early birds of the cottage. ā€œWait for me?ā€
ā€œOf course,ā€ you answered without an ounce of hesitation, delicately chasing after his lips. ā€œI love you. Be safe.ā€Ā 
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ā€œI love you.ā€Ā 
ā€œAre you saying that to me or are you reading from the book?ā€ you teased from where you laid on Remusā€™s chest, hours after James left for work, the afternoon bringing you two together in the living room. Lily was in the gardens, and Sirius was in the shed working on his motorbike. It was perfect. You felt the rise and fall of Remusā€™s chest beneath you, his heartbeat close to your ear. He was perfect. It was a miracle you had not fallen asleep to the tender lull of his voice.Ā 
ā€œBoth,ā€ he responded, hand coming up to trace the bare of your skinā€”a miracle you did not crumble or burn instantly from his touch.Ā 
You hummed. ā€œThen, I love you, too.ā€ Then, you grinned, lifting your head to stare up at him. ā€œYou have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.ā€Ā 
And, oh, how photographs could not capture the beauty in Remusā€™s smile as his eyes regarded you with such fire.
ā€œMy heart, my light, my desire,ā€ Remus began, one finger ever-so softly tracing the curve of your cheek. ā€œIn vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.ā€Ā 
ā€“
ā€œI love you.ā€Ā 
Said Lily as she lied in your shared bed, red-nosed and her cheeks pale, sluggish. The Christmas holiday was generous enough to gift her with an unfortunate cold that had been going around the wizarding world. ā€œBut, please, go,ā€ she commanded weakly, gesturing for you to join Harry who was stood by the door. ā€œItā€™s a lovely day outside for making snowmen with carrots as noses and snow angels. Not for taking care of poor old me.ā€Ā 
You rolled your eyes as you sat by her side, swiftly pressing a kiss to her forehead. ā€œAnd I love you, which is why I would rather much be here, taking care of the prettiest snow angel to ever exist,ā€ you countered, bringing a spoonful of broth to her lips. ā€œBesides, Harry here has something to tell you. Heā€™s made friends at school. One of them is Mollyā€™s little one.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh, you did?ā€ Lily cooed, before sniffling weakly. ā€œThatā€™s lovely, darling. Tell me all about them.ā€Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s not all, Lily mine,ā€ you began mischievously as Harryā€™s eyes narrowed at you through his glasses. ā€œThis friendship apparently formed after fighting a troll.ā€Ā 
ā€œYou what?ā€ Lily croaked, emerald eyes shimmering with concern and near-dread.Ā 
ā€œDid you really, Harry?ā€ James popped his head in the doorway, clapping his son on the shoulder before ushering him inside the room. A spitting image side-by-side as they took the empty space by the foot of the bed. ā€œGood boy. Father approves.ā€Ā 
ā€œOf course you would,ā€ Lily shot at him weakly, melting when Sirius then entered the room and greeted her with a kiss to her cheek. ā€œAnd where are you all coming from?ā€
ā€œOutside,ā€ announced Remus, tugging his tie from his neck. ā€œSirius and I took a quick trip to Diagon Alley to get some things thatā€™ll make you feel better, Lily love.ā€Ā 
And as the snow fell outside, lazy winds against the window, your little family gathered in one room, there was one thing you knew for certain.
You loved them.Ā 
And they loved you.Ā 
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a/n: i wrote all 4k words while sick. crazy. but anyway, i wanted to believe in love again so here i am. thank you all so much for being patient with me. i promise to do even better in the next fics!
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multific Ā· 4 months ago
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His Bride
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Davos Blackwood x Reader
Summary: A short piece about obsession, blood and love. What more do you need?
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To be the bride of a Blackwood, you got to have something wrong with you.
To be willingly married to a man so crazy, so devoted and obsessed.
It was madness.
But anytime someone asked you for your reasons, man or woman, you always said the same thing.
"Imagine that devotion and craze when he loves. When he truly loves. He gives. And he gives much. You say he is insane. But I see a man willing to do anything for me. I see a man on his knees just to be in the same room as me. You say he will murder me and bleed me out, but the truth is he would never touch me anyway I do not want him to. You ask me how can I love someone so mad, and to that I say, he loves me. His love is deep, it's loyal and fierce. I know he would burn entire villages, and turn against any House or man just to have me. You say it is insanity, I say it is exactly what I want."
But the comments never stopped.
No matter what you have done. People didn't see him as a Lord, people saw him as a crazy child.
Any lady you have ever met always asks the same stupid question.
"How can you be happy about having him as your husband?" the faces the ladies make never helped your anger.
"You say he is crazy and yet you hide in your homes whenever he is near. You say he could never love, but he does, he loves me and he has me, fully. He has my heart, my mind and my body. In reality, it is you who are jealous of me. I have a husband who kills for me, without any hesitation. You truly never felt lust until you saw him behead another man simply because of the way he looked at me. And then, as the man's blood is still dripping from his lips, he kisses me."
To be the bride of a Blackwood, you got to have something wrong with you.
And you did.
You loved him.
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House of the Dragon Collection
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osaemu Ā· 1 year ago
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GOJO SATORU: ā›ā› SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE āœāœ
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.ą³ƒąæ staying the night at your ex-husband's house was a mistake. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. you and gojo have a daughter. oral (m. and f. recieving), satoru calls you a slut + whore, degradation mixed with praise, mocking, dacryphilia.
author's note: editā€”crying bcs an irl read this and alluded to it in one of our convos pls actually kill me /hj
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"hey, sweetheart," the man holding your daughter's hand says casually, as if he doesn't know how much you hate the pet name. "you took yourĀ sweetĀ time."
a familiar scowl makes its way onto your face and you cross your arms. "satoru, will you ever stop calling me that?" you ask exasperatedly, pressing two of your fingers into your temples.
six years.
you've known satoru for six years, and you were his wife for four of them. now, after a long, painful road, you two were finally divorcƩes.
it's been a year since you and satoru ended things, and sure, it was hard for all of you, but life moved on. your daughter, to her delight, still gets to see her father on weekends. and unfortunately, you usually tagged along.
"mommy, can we stay for the night?" your four year old asks, looking up at you with big, shiny eyes. "please?"
you hesitate ā€” if it were up to you, you wouldn't stay in this house, the one you once lived in any longer. "sorry, pumpkin. i think we should go. wouldn't wanna intrude on daddy's space any longer."
you hate the look on satoru's face when you refer to him in the same way your daughter does.Ā fucking pervert.
"you two can stay as long as you want," satoru interjects smoothly. he smiles lazily, kneeling down to your daughter's height and ruffling her hair. "it's kinda late, isn't it? i'd hate for you to have to driveĀ allĀ the way back in the dark."
"yeah, mummy!" your daughter says, nodding along to satoru's words. "i'm tired."
you wince and ignore the smug grin on satoru's face as he stands back up with a soft grunt. "we should head home, kiddo. i bet your dad has work to do, and we have our own house."
satoru frowns slightly at the last statement, but he doesn't even consider shooting back ā€” not in front of his daughter. "sweetheart," he says to you, voice coated in that sickeningly sweet tone that you hated, "it's late. and i don't have any work."
when satoru sees the way you scowl at him, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "you have any other reasons why you wanna leave?"
none thatĀ youĀ need to know.
both your ex-husband and your daughter, who takes after her dad more, take your silence as grudging agreement.Ā 
"hey, kid, d'you want to go to bed?" satoru fondly asks your daughter, ruffling her hair again. when she nods, sleepiness evident in her eyes, satoru scoops her up and carries her off to her room without looking back.
when they turn the corner into your daughter's room, you sigh and plop down on satoru's couch. your ex-husband was an infuriatingly good father, and it pissed you off.Ā 
a couple minutes later, satoru strolls out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.Ā 
"so, babe, you dating anyone?" satoru says conversationally as he plops down on the couch next to you. he's close enough to make you tense, but stays just out of your personal space.
"what's it to you if i am?" you mutter, ignoring the pet name. you know that if you tell him to stop, he'll just say it more, so you don't bother.
he scoffs and faces you, resting his back against the arm of the couch. "what's upĀ yourĀ ass today?"
"fuck off, satoru."
satoru whistles and tsks at you, shaking his head. "language, sweetheart. you kiss our daughter with that mouth?"Ā 
after a couple seconds, his expression softens and he studies your face carefully. "what's on your mind?"
and just like that, you're back to the times when the two of you were happy. back when satoru wasn't such a dipshit and actually cared about how you felt.
unfortunately, those times were over.
long over, you remind yourself as you dig your nails into the palm of your hand. "nothing you need to be concerned about," you reply. your tone is clipped, and the words come out harsher than you meant them to.
satoru doesn't seem to mind. in fact, he has a lopsided grin on his face as he scoots closer to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
"you wanna fuck it out?"
his words are so unexpected that your mouth almost drops open. thankfully, it doesn't, but a couple minutes later, your legs do.
"fuckkk," you moan, tilting your head back as satoru's tongue trails a stripe up your slit.Ā 
"keep it down, sweetheart," satoru says without looking up. "don't wan' to wake up our daughter, do ya?"
you hum in response, physically covering your mouth with one of your hands to muffle the sounds escaping the confines of your lips.
in the year that you and satoru had ended things until now, you'd slept with a couple guys. you'd even dated one or two of them, butĀ god, none of them could use their mouth like satoru could.
satoru can't help but smile as he eats you out, pulling away momentarily to shake his head at you. "tsk, you were soĀ meanĀ to me earlier. and now look at you." he dips his head to nip at your clit and grins when he feels you flinch.
"i've barely even started and you're already drippin' all over my sheets," he mutters, lips brushing against your inner thigh. "fuck, takin' my tongue so good, you little slut."
"satoru, i w-wanna cum," you mewl, shuddering when his tongue re-enters your folds. "wan' you inside me."
"i already am, dummy."
you feebly attempt to swat his head in response before scowling and insisting that he knew what you meant.
satoru scoffs as he pulls himself up to face level to you. he readjusts his position over you so your back is pressed into the mattress underneath him before pressing his lips to your ear.
"let's put that mouth of yours to use, yeah?" he mumbles, slipping two fingers underneath his sweatpants' waistband and tugging him off.Ā 
it's been years since you last fucked with satoru, and in that time you had forgotten just how pretty he was. you'd never admit it out loud, but you really didn't mind the reminder. setting into a comfortable position, you wrap your lips around his cock, relishing the way his moans get louder and louder.
you hum slightly, resisting the urge to smile when you feel satoru shake from the vibration. but god, his reaction when you run your tongue over his tip? priceless.
"fuck, baby, it's been too long since you've sucked me off. forgot how good you were-Ā aah," he cuts himself off with a breathy moan. "fuckkk."
you briefly stop to look up at him with a cheeky smile. "you still moan like a girl, satoru."
"and you're as much of a slut for me as ever," he grumbles, reaching down and pushing your head into his painfully hard cock again. "d-don't stop, baby. feels s' good."
satoru's moans only get louder from there, until you have to be the one reminding him that your daughter's asleep two doors down.
"m' gonna cum," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hair and tangling his long fingers in it. "swallow all of it, yeah? don't waste a drop."
you nod your head obiediently, using your tongue just the way you know he's always liked to push him closer and closer to the edge untilā€“
"fuckin'Ā whore," satoru gasps, groaning loudly as he cums in your mouth, hips grinding against your face. "aah, missed your s-slutty tongue, baby,Ā fuck."
"missed your girly moans," you manage to gasp before his tip hits the back of your throat, painfully so.
"shut up and swallow," satoru commands, tugging on your hair just enough to make you cry out. "yeah, who's moaning like a slut now,Ā hmm?"
after you swallow all his cum and lick your now-swollen lips, satoru has you open your mouth so he can check.Ā 
"good girl, looks like there's at leastĀ oneĀ thing you can do right, even if it is just sucking me off. c'mere," he mutters, pinning you down on the mattress and making the bedsprings creak loudly. "m' gonna fuck you, m'kay?"
you nod, reaching out to stroke his saliva-covered cock. "y-yes, please, satoru."
your ex-husband, who you shouldĀ reallyĀ not be fucking with, looks down at you with a smirk and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. "you look so pretty, baby. all covered in my cum, never looked hotter."
he nudges your legs apart with his knee before pushing himself into you, gritting his teeth through a smug grin when you cry out in pain. "careful, baby. wouldn't wanna wake up our daughter with your slutty moans, would ya?"
"s-satoru, hurts s' much," you whine, pawing at his chest. "you're too big, i can't-"
"you're too big, i can't," satoru mocks, rolling his eyes. "how do you think our daughter was made, baby? did the storks just drop her off?"
his next thrust is particularly harsh, and something about your pained cry almost makes him cum again on the spot. "fuck, we should do this more often," satoru cooes, reaching up and stroking your cheek. "wait,Ā you cryin'?"
yes, you were crying. your cheeks were wet with a mixture of your tears and the remainder of his cum from earlier, andĀ fuck, all you could think about was satoru's cock. so much for being so over him.
satoru laughs, shaking his head and slowing his pace to give you a kiss. "just when i thought you couldn't get any prettier, you gotta go and prove me wrong," he mumbles, licking his lips. "god, you're fuckingĀ beautiful."
he presses his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue slip into your mouth. "i missed youĀ soĀ much, baby. i still do," he mutters in between kisses. he's controlling the pace, purposefully making each kiss's ending sudden as to not allow you to talk ā€” only him.
"you know how many times i've jacked off to you?" satoru breaths, reaching down to grab your thighs and push you impossibly deeper into him. "you know how fuckin' much i want to put a ring on your finger?"
"satoru, i-" you try to say, but his mouth is on yours before you can finish your sentence. and a couple seconds later, more words are waterfalling out of him.
"fuck, baby, you haveĀ noĀ idea. i fucked up, but i swear i've changed. c'mon, give me one chance, i-"
"mummy? daddy?"
you and satoru both flinch and whip your heads towards the door when you hear your daughter's voice, preparing to make up some far-fetched story to tell her besidesĀ we were fucking.
thankfully, the universe allows you two seconds to cover yours and satoru's bodies with a blanket before your daughter opens the door and pokes her head inside. "i heard noises."
you look at satoru for help making up an excuse, and thankfully he has one ready to go.Ā 
"oh, we were just watching a movie," he lies, running a hand through his hair. "go back to bed, kiddo. we'll tuck you back in in a second, yeah?"
your daughter looks at you before looking back at satoru and nodding.Ā 
"close the door, please!" you call as she turns to leave. when the door shuts behind her, you let out a long exhale and bury your head in satoru's chest.
and to your horror, the door opens once more.
your daughter looks at you with shiny, curious eyes. "mommy, are you and daddy back together?"
satoru saves you from having to answer that impossible question with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. "go back to bed, pumpkin. i'll be there to tuck you in."
ten seconds after the door shuts for what you hope is the final time, you turn and glare at satoru. "you're gonna tuck her in?"
satoru scoffs in mock disbelief, raising his eyebrows and pointedly looking you up and down. "if you wanna tuck in our four year old daughter covered in my cum, be my guest."
you nudge his arms off of you and bury your face in a pillow, groaning softly. "fuck you, satoru."
"love you too, sweetheart."
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rottenaero Ā· 5 months ago
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They were gonna put Eddie down like a damn dog.
The group had insisted that Steve visit the hospital today, one year and two months after the incident. It was a random day, and he thought, ā€˜ why the hell not?ā€™
Family Video had been closed for months, doing ā€˜ repairsā€™, so he really didnā€™t have much else to do.
He thought it was weird, the way the group was as far away from the bed as possible, and how when he entered the room, Hopper almost blocked the exit.
He doesnā€™t question it though, sidling up to the open chair beside Eddie, who was still asleep after all this time, and punching his shoulder lightly.
ā€œ Hey, Hero.ā€
Heā€™d taken to calling it sleeping instead of what it was, a coma. Sleeping sounded more peaceful, because with sleeping came dreams and relaxation.
Eddie doesnā€™t respond, doesnā€™t react. Steve didnā€™t expect him to.
He turns his head to Dustin, the one whoā€™d called him in the first place. ā€œ So, whyā€™re we gathered here today? Any updates?ā€ He asks, addressing the whole room.
The boy swallows, and something tells him somethingā€™s wrong. Really wrong.
ā€œ Yeah, actually. Uhm, since itā€™s been so long, we were thinking-ā€œ He cuts himself off, crosses his arms and starts tapping his foot. Thinking, probably.
Hopper glances to him, and sighs, deciding to lead. ā€œ Weā€™re gonna have to let Munson go.ā€ He states.
Steve takes a sharp breath.
ā€œ What?ā€
ā€˜ Let him goā€™ like this is a job. Like this isnā€™t him losing his life. He wonders when they decided to do this, in the hospital room for the ten minutes they were waiting.
Eddie doesnā€™t give any indication he hears whatā€™s being said, the beeps from the heart monitor still steady and even as ever. A constant metronome of the exact same sound on the exact say beat, all the time, always.
Except maybe not always.
Dustin takes over again, arms placating. ā€œ Itā€™s been a really long time, Steve. Weā€™ve come to terms that he probably wonā€™t wake up, and itā€™s doesnā€™t have to be sad-ā€œ
ā€œ Youā€™re killing him.ā€ He hisses, ā€œ Youā€™re killing him and itā€™s not meant to be sad?ā€
Nancy steps forward, seeing it as her time to speak. ā€œ Steve. You barely knew the guy, and you spend all your time here, itā€™s not good for you.ā€
ā€œ Thereā€™s been no good signs, no nothing, not even when El looks into his brain.ā€ Dustin nods at the girl across the room, whoā€™s fiddling with her fingers.
Steve furrows his brow, ā€œ Oh, so I guess youā€™re gonna pull the plug on Max too?ā€
Lucasā€™s eyes widen, mouth dropping open, and Nancy glares. ā€œ That is not fair, Steve.ā€
ā€œ This whole situations pretty fucking unfair, so I guess youā€™re gonna have to explain to me how this is different from Max.ā€ He stands, stance wide as he points to the man in the hospital bed.
ā€œ Max is making progress.ā€ Lucas says weakly, and El sets a hand on his shoulder. The boy deflates.
He turns toward Hopper and Joyce, the latter still not having spoken. The Byers family had moved back to Indiana for God knows what reason, and Steve knows that if he had the money, that he couldā€™ve moved somewhere else long ago.
ā€œ Does Wayne know youā€™re killing his kid?ā€ He asks.
Heā€™d met the man while visiting, and theyā€™d usually sit in silence and watch baseball or whatever was on. He never questioned why Steve was there, or why he was holding a limp bodyā€™s hand and taking off itā€™s rings and putting them back on.
When they did speak, it was stories he had from Eddieā€™s childhood, about how he buzzed his head because a spider crawled on him and he was convinced it was hidden in his hair, making babies.
Hopper pinched his nose, like he was being a pest. ā€œ Stop using words like killing, and yes. He said he didnā€™t want Eddie to have to suffer, and his bills are getting expensive.ā€
And he blinks, realization dawning.
This hadnā€™t just been decided, had it? This wasnā€™t a ten minute decision while Steve was getting ready to come here.
He speaks, his voice low and keeping even through each word, ā€œ You guys had a meeting.ā€ The ā€˜ without meā€™ goes unsaid, but still echoes throughout the room like if wouldā€™ve if he shouted it.
Theyā€™d decided this whole thing beforehand, somehow knowing that Steve would hang on. And he would, will. He canā€™t let him die, he canā€™t lose.
Will nods, and next to him Mike and Dustin look ashamed. He wouldā€™ve thought theyā€™d hold out more.
He racks his brain for any reason they should keep alive, canā€™t find one. Somehow, even without one for them, he has a million for himself.
ā€œ If the bills are the reason, Iā€™ll pay the damn bills. Heā€™s fucking alive.ā€ He tries.
ā€œ You donā€™t have a job, Family Video is closed. Just let it be, Steve. Please.ā€ Robin had been eerily quiet during this entire conversation, and it brings him chills him when she speaks.
His best friend had been in on it.
He crosses his arms, ā€œ Iā€™ll get a job. Listen, Iā€™ve been having dreams,-ā€œ He lies. He lies because thereā€™s nothing true to prove Eddie is getting better. ā€œ-dreams that heā€™s alive in like a dark space, I donā€™t know- his mind maybe? I just- I really think heā€™s in there.ā€
The hope Dustin gets on his face hurts, but he doesnā€™t care. The guy will wake up and it wonā€™t matter that the ā€˜ dreamsā€™ never existed.
Maybe itā€™s because heā€™s an optimist, and thatā€™s why heā€™s trying so hard, as pessimistic as he can be sometimes.
ā€œ Why didnā€™t you tell us?ā€ Dustin asks and Steve licks his lips.
Why didnā€™t he tell them? ā€œ Despite all this crazy shit, me having dreams that heā€™s alive still sounds crazy.ā€ He doesnā€™t look at the boy as he says this, eyes roaming over Eddieā€™s face.
He looks serene, the bat bite on his face as healed as it can get. The doctors had mentioned swelling on his back shoulder blades, but Steve thinks his would be swollen too if he sat on them for a year.
ā€˜ A year and two months.ā€™ He corrects himself.
He stares at the hair that, occasionally when it got matted, Steve would go through and brush it, not wanting him to wake up to being bald because a doctor seemed it necessary.
Wayne mentioned how much he hated the shaved head, and he wouldnā€™t put him through that again.
As he looks at him, he thinks ā€˜ Iā€™m doing this for you, so you better wake up, asshole.ā€™
Dustinā€™s eyes are wide, staring at the members of Hellfire. Steve could only describe the look as ecstatic.
ā€œ Holy shit, I mean, holy shit!ā€ He laughs, and Mike breaks into his own grin.
Jonathan chimes in, disbelief sketched into the lines all over his face. ā€œ Sorry, but doesnā€™t that seem too convenient? Iā€™m not saying youā€™re lying Steve, justā€¦ If El didnā€™t find anything, thatā€™s pretty much it.ā€
His lips form into a line, determined. ā€œ I told you, Iā€™ll be paying for whatever. Itā€™s no skin off your back, or money out of Wayneā€™s pockets.ā€
Joyce nudges Hopper when he goes to speak, and nods at Steve. ā€œ If you wanna try, sweetheart, you can. But I donā€™t want you visiting too much, itā€™s doing you more harm than good.ā€ She wraps him in a hug, before leading the ex-chief of police out of the room.
Slowly, everyone vacates, until itā€™s just Steve, Eddie, and El.
She doesnā€™t make a move toward the door, eyes locked onto his face.
ā€œ Youā€™re lying.ā€ She whispers like a secret.
He nods.
She looks toward Eddie, nervous, and she messes with the hem of her shirt when she starts to speak again. ā€œ I lied too.ā€
She doesnā€™t elaborate, walking out of the room without anymore information, and Steve blinks.
The hospital has to call Wayne to confirm the transfer, that's how he learns of the circumstances. He doesn't say much of anything, aside from a promise of a visit on Tuesday before he hangs up.
That night, that same fucking night, he gets a call.
It's the front desk lady, voice distressed rushing through an explanation.
" Eddies gone...Only blood in his bed...We don't know where he is."
Steve stares at the wall, the rest of the words falling upon deaf ears.
Someone had probably found out where he was being held, murdered him a year later for his crimes, and stashed the body away.
He sets the phone back in its holster without saying anything to the other line. Not even a goodbye, or a thanks.
He thinks, it only for a second, that he should've let them just pull the plug, it would've been far less painful.
A creaking brings him out of it, and his eyes dart to his door.
It's dark, too dark, and Steve's aware the Upside Down fucked him up in incomprehensible ways, and now every shadow looks like something,
But there was definitely someone in his house.
He keeps slumped on his bed, the same position as when he'd answered the call. He doesn't flinch when the door pushes open enough for a body to slip in.
There's the sound of something dragging along the carpet as they come closer, probably a shotgun, or maybe they're gonna beat him with his own nail-bat.
He doesn't care to decipher the shape, instead shutting his eyes.
A hand grabs his, sets it on dry skin. His thumb touches a rough patch, a scar like feeling.
One his hands had roamed over while patching up his stomach, refusing to get looked at. That concave patch of scratchy skin that they tell you eventually will just be soft, scarred, but normal.
The skin stretches, and he feels a cheek.
Somehow, he thinks if he keeps his eyes shut, he doesn't have to face the thing in front of him, that it somehow isn't real.
A scratchy, disused, and croaky voice sounds out.
" ' Hey, Hero.' "
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wheeboo Ā· 5 months ago
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just a roommate thing | kim mingyu
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SYNOPSIS. in which playful flirting between you and your roommate has always been the norm, but how does that help with how you really feel towards him? PAIRING. kim mingyu x gn!reader (ft. seokmin) GENRE. fluff, humour?, roommates (and prob idiots) to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, slightly suggestive, just... flirting?, reader is shorter than him, mingyu is shirtless, reader is referred as "princess" once, mentioned that reader is wearing makeup, reader dislikes pizza for the sake of plot sorry to my pizza lovers HAHAHA, reader is gender neutral but they briefly compare themselves to another girl, kissing WORD COUNT. 5.2k
requested by anon: Hii, I wanna request a Mingyu fic where him and reader are roomies and theyā€™re very lovey dovey ig but ā€œjokinglyā€. But then reader is like trying to go on dates and stuff and Mingyus jealousšŸ’€ idk man
notes: this was actually a random request that i started months ago and suddenly decided i wanted to finish RIGHT NOW when i was scrolling thru drafts. no idea if the anon who sent this remembers this but um... yeah ! lowk turned out a bit of a mess i think this plot sounded better in my head, enjoy nonetheless :')
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You like to think that being roommates with Kim Mingyu is both a blessing and a curse.
You used to believe that having your very first roommate straight up abandon you at the very beginning of the semester was something you could pull off with, because you'd rather be living alone than living with someone you can hardly vibe with. It worked for a while, until the housing department paired you with Kim Mingyu: tall, obnoxiously handsome, ridiculously muscular for seriously no goddamn reason at all, annoyingly charming, and a goofy smile that could light up a room.
Any person would probably kill to be in your place right now, but sometimes you think you'd rather trade places with the pigeons outside your window. Mingyu wasn't a bad roommateš‘‹far from it, actually. He kept the apartment spotless, never hogged the bathroom, and even cooks mean late-night ramen whenever you both are drowning in deadlines.
But the problem was, Mingyu was also excruciatingly touchy. Not in a creepy way, but more like a human koala bear who couldn't seem to function without some form of physical contact. Whether it was ruffling your hair as you walked past him, casually draping his arm over your shoulder while watching a movie together, or sneaking up behind you to give you a surprise bear hug while you cooked, there was a line between friendly and... something more.
It was comfortable, almost too comfortable. You told yourself it was just a roommate thing, just a Mingyu thingš‘‹that you were both really good friends who happened to be a little more affectionate than most. But you seriously want to smack his head sometimes. And maybe your own too, even if you secretly like the attention. Because deep down, you know there's nothing casual about the way you feel about Mingyu.
But lately, for God's sake, you don't know how much more you can handle.
"Need any help with that?" Mingyu's voice snatches your attention from your aimless stirring of some cookie dough, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull.
Here he is. Kim Mingyu in all his gloryš‘‹shirtless with a towel in-hand dabbing at his dripping strands of hair, his tan skin glistening with droplets of water from the shower. You try your best to keep your gaze focused on the cookie dough in front of you, trying to ignore the way his damp hair sticks to his forehead and how the sight of his abs are practically boring into your soul, but that's easier said than done.
Your throat tightens, and you let out a cough.
"Yeah, um...." You let your eyes drift down to the plain-looking batter of cookie dough in front of you. "Can you grab some chocolate chips from the pantry?"
Mingyu just raises a brow, throwing the towel over his shoulder. "Sure thing, princess."
You feel your cheeks burn unpleasantly at the playful nickname, and you mutter a quick thanks as he saunters past, the scent of his shampoo trailing behind him. You focus back on stirring, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest and the way your fingers fumble against the spoon.
He returns with a bag of chocolate, and as he leans over to pour some into the bowl, your arms brushing lightly. A jolt shoots through you, and you almost drop the spoon. He pauses, eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before you get yourself back to mixing the dough again.
"Here, let me help you," Mingyu offers, his hand brushing against yours as he reaches over to try to grab the spoon from your grasp. You can practically feel the warmth of his body radiating through his bare arm.
You let out a scoff, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. "I can handle it, Gyu."
He just chuckles, and the sound seems to send shivers down your spine.
"Nonsense," he insists adamantly, tone playful but there's a pinch of softness in there too. "Two hands are twice as fast, right?"
You roll your eyes in slight annoyance, but a small smile tugs at your lips nonetheless.
"More like twice as messy." Yet you end up surrendering the spoon to him anyway, because simply saying no to him is a strenuous thing to do over anything else. His hand meets yours halfway, fingers touching against your knuckles as he snatches the whisk from your hands.
The heat from his hand lingers even after he pulls away, and you find yourself unable to tear your gaze from him, mesmerised by the way his biceps flex, the way his hair falls in messy dark strands across his forehead, the way his lips curve as he focuses on whisking in a way that's both infuriating and endearing.
But amidst this, you can't help but feel the nagging feeling settling at the pit of your stomach.
"So, what's the occasion?" Mingyu's voice interrupts your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.
You blink, momentarily caught off guard by the question. "Huh?"
Mingyu chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I mean, you don't usually bake cookies on a random Wednesday night. Is there something special going on?"
You swallow, feeling your mind draw a blank, trying to come up with a nonchalant answer. "Oh, you know... just felt like baking."
Mingyu just scoffs, clearly not buying your words. "Come on, Y/N. You're a terrible liar."
God, how can he always see right through you? Does he have some sort of sixth sense? And yet, even despite the discomfort of being so transparent, there's a strange sense of comfort in knowing that Mingyu can see you for who you truly are, except for the one thing you want him to notice about you.
"Fine." You give in, running a slightly frustrated hand through your hair. "It's... Seokmin."
For just a single, most miniscule moment, Mingyu pauses.
"Seokmin?"
You swear you can feel your feet sinking into quicksand. "The guy from my history class, remember? He... uh, I asked him out the other day."
Mingyu's whisking slows down as he processes your words, and you can see a flicker of something in his eyes. But before you can dwell on it further, he masks it with a faint smirk.
"You asked him out?" he asks, as if still trying to wrap his head around it.
"Yeah, I..." You seriously want to sew your mouth shut right now. "I thought I would, um, you know... put myself out there for once."
You watch as Mingyu throws another handful of chocolate chips into the batter, a little more forcefully this time, the clatter against the metal bowl echoing in the sudden silence. You find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the way his jaw clenches and unclenches.
"So," he continues, seemingly unfazed. "what did he say?"
You hesitate, watching as his hands work the dough, mind whirling with confusion and caution.
"He... um, he said yes."
"Huh," Mingyu murmurs, tone teasing. "And here I thought I was the only one who got to enjoy your company."
His words jab at your heart, a pang of guilt twisting around in your stomach, but you try to brush it off with a forced chuckle.
"You know you're irreplaceable, Gyu."
Mingyu's gaze flickers to yours, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of... something in his eyes. But before you can decipher it, he offers you a tight-lipped smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Right," he replies casually. "I'm glad you think so."
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Mingyu is wearing one of your hoodies.
Sure, you've worn a couple hoodies and sweatshirts that he has given to you out of practicality as they were really oversized and comfortable. But here, in the middle of your kitchen, highlighted under the warm glow of the overhead light and the aroma of cooked ramen, seeing Mingyu draped in your favourite oversized, white hoodie felt awfully intimate, and it brings that overwhelming flutter to your chest.
"Hey," he greets you when you walk in. "How was the date?"
You can still hardly believe what you're seeing right now, gaze staring at the way the fabric seems to cling at this broad frame, and your own lips doesn't seem to be functioning correctly.
"It was, uh... it was good," You manage to stammer out, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and forcing your gaze away from the way Mingyu rolls up his sleeves. "He liked the cookies."
"He liked the cookies?" Mingyu raises an amused brow, leaning against the counter with a casual ease that throws your already flustered mind into further disarray.
You shrug, feeling like your burying yourself down into an inescapable hole. "Yeah, he did. We, uh, had a meal at the park, talked for a while, the usual stuff, you know."
Some silence stretches between you, filled with the soft sizzle of the ramen and the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. You watch the way Mingyu twirls the noodles around a pair of chopsticks, before shutting off the heat of the stove.
"Are you wearing my hoodie?" You ask as he's taking a sip of the soup, the question tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop it. "I swear I've been looking for that one for ages."
Mingyu looks down at himself as if he remembering what he's wearing, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips, and he scratches the back of his neck in a gesture that's so uniquely himš‘‹it makes your heart ache.
"I... forgot to do my laundry, and it was the first thing I could find," he admits, then takes a sip of the ramen, eyes meeting yours briefly before dropping back down to the bowl. "Looks comfy on me, though, doesn't it?"
He wasn't wrong. It usually engulfed you, but it hung loosely on Mingyu's bigger frame, the sleeves pushed up past his elbows to reveal his strong forearms.
"Well," You say, clearing your throat. "I wouldn't mind having it back, actually. It's my favourite."
"Yeah?" he tests playfully, raising a mischievous eyebrow. "I don't know, it looks pretty good on me."
You watch as he flexes his arm playfully, making the fabric of the hoodie stretch across his bicep. You can't help but let out a small, choked laugh, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest despite yourself.
"Oh, come on," You fret, trying to keep your voice light. "You got plenty of hoodies, dude."
But Mingyu just takes another casual sip of his ramen, his expression calm.
"Maybe," he says finally. "But this one smells good. It smells like you."
You freeze up. It smells... like me? Well, obviously, it fucking doesš‘‹
"Just bring it back to me when you're done with it," You say almost lamely, unsure if you wanted to laugh or flee to your room and hide.
"I mean, if you want it so bad I can take it off right noš‘‹"
"No! Don't do that. Oh my gosh," You shoot a glare towards him, pursing your lips together tightly at the sight of him reaching for the ends of the hoodie like he was actually about to take it off... right in front of you. "You know what? I'm tired. Goodnight."
You're already marching off to your room in the middle of Mingyu bringing another mouthful of ramen into his mouth.
"Hey!" he calls out to you, nearly spitting out noodles in the process. "Where's my goodnight hug?"
You freeze at that in the middle of your doorway. Seriously, are you really in this deep to the point that you've made it a habit to hug each other before going to bed?
You hardly register Mingyu coming up from behind once you turn around to see him. His mouth is drooped into a pout, eyes half-lidded as he gazes at you expectantly. Itā€™s ridiculous how effortlessly adorable he looks, and your need to be annoyed at him falters each passing second.
"Fine," You relent, stepping forward to give him a very brief, obligatory hug. But the moment you feel his strong arms wrap around you even more, you know itā€™s not going to be a quick one.
Mingyuā€™s warmth seeps through the layers of your clothes and down to your core, and you find yourself relaxing against him, as if it was a natural response for your body to do. He squeezes you a little tighter, letting his chin resting lightly on top of your head. A low sigh escapes him.
"Goodnight, Y/N."
You close your eyes, only for a moment, letting yourself relinquish the way he holds you. It feels like everything youā€™ve been trying to ignoreš‘‹all laid bare in the simple act of a hug.
"Goodnight, Gyu."
He pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at you, the features to his face softer than youā€™ve ever seen it. For a moment, you think he might say something more, because his lips seem to attempt at forming a word, yet nothing comes out. But then he simply smiles, and the seconds finally pass.
"Sleep well," he says quietly, releasing you reluctantly, and giving you a gentle pat on the head before heading back to the kitchen.
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You have your next date with Seokmin a week later.
You told Mingyu ahead of time as well, and he reacted the same way as last timeš‘‹nonchalant, playful, a pinch of tease, an averted gaze down towards his phone, and simply bidding you with a have a good time. It was hard to tell if he was genuinely unbothered or if he was just playing it cool, and the thought sort of irked you the entire day.
After Seokmin dropped you off home, you find yourself standing in front of the door to your place, as if you're trying to laser a hole through it with your eyes. Yet you simply huff a breath, fumble with getting the keys out of your bag and inserting it into the keyhole, before stepping inside.
And the fresh smell of food hits you.
It's really hard to not acknowledge the fact that Mingyu is quite literally a living, breathing chef sleeping in the same apartment as you.
Mingyu turns his head around, noticing you standing in the doorway, and lets his gaze scan over you from head to toe. He could see the bits of extra effort you put into your appearance today that he wasn't able to see earlier as he was out. There was a pink colour that dusted over your cheeks of the blush you probably put, a bit of glimmer to your eyes from some eyeshadow, and your lips glossed with a soft sheen that catches the kitchen light just right.
"Hey," he lets out airily, watching you place your bag on the table. "How was the date?"
You run a hand through your hair. "It was... It was good. Seokmin's really nice. He took me to a pizza place."
Mingyu stills at that for a second, lifting a brow in question. "I thought you don't like pizza."
"Well, yeah, but I said it was fine soš‘‹"
"If he was going to take you out on more dates, then he should know what kinds of places you don't like to eat."
"I said I was fine with it, Gyu," You retort a bit harshly, immediately regretting your tone in the silence that instantly engulfs the two of you. "We ended up having a good time anyway."
The sounds of something cooking reverberate throughout your shared place. You watch the way Mingyu stirs something in a large pot with a pair of chopsticks, before taking it out, blowing on it a few times, and taking it into his mouth for a brief taste test.
When he puts the chopsticks back down and kills the heat on the stove, he faces back to you with his hands placed firmly on the counter.
"Did you two do anything else?"
The smell of the food makes your stomach rumble quietly, but you attempt to conceal it with clearing your throat. "What do you mean?"
"Like..." Mingyu motions something with his hands and you could only peer at him quizzically. "Like have youš‘‹"
"Areā€¦ Are you about to ask me if we kissed?" You nearly want to scoff at that. "Do I look like the kind of person that kisses on the second date?"
Mingyu just laughs, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I don't know. Do you?"
All you do is shrug your shoulders, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. "Well, no, we didn't kiss. We just... talked."
Mingyu seems to take in your words for a second, before nodding slowly. "Okay. That's... That's good."
The way he says it makes you feel a bit uneasy. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly acutely aware of how tired you are, both from the evening and from this conversation. Mingyu glances at you again, something apologetic forming in his eyes.
"Sorry," he says quietly. "I didn't mean to pry. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"I know, it's... fine," You reply, though you're not sure if it is. "I'm just tired."
Mingyu gestures over to the pot on the stove. "I made some food if you're hungry."
You walk to the side of the kitchen where he's at, taking a peek inside the pot. "Is it...?"
"Yep!" Mingyu exclaims excitedly and steps up beside you, where you could practically feel his presence lingering right on your skin. "My signature jjajangmyeon. Your favourite."
Your stomach rumbles again, and you swear Mingyu hears it from the way his lips quirk up in a smirk down at you. You almost want to (affectionately) shove that expression off his face, but you don't, because his gaze toward you relaxes when you look back up at him. It's a look that feels familiar, comforting, and slightly intimidating all at once.
You feel your heart clench tightly in your chest.
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"I'm starting to think," Seokmin starts, loudly slurping up his cup of boba tea. "that this is a very bad idea."
You grimly shove the straw through the plastic and take a long sip, the flavours from the drink bursting in your mouth as you do so. You hear the loud screech of Seokmin bringing his chair closer to the table.
"I'm starting to think it is too."
Seokmin's eyes widen. "You are?" Then he scoots himself closer to you almost pleadingly. "Does that mean you're gonna tell him?"
"I..." You mentally want to facepalm yourself right now. "I don't know."
"Y/N!"
"I know! I know! I'm a coward!" You bury your face in your arms for a moment, letting out a few muffled groans at the cold surface of the table. "We're literally roommates and it complicates everything! There are times where I feel like there's just something a little... more to us, you know? I mean, do you usually give goodnight hugs to your roommate?"
Seokmin snorts a little at that. "I don't think Minghao would like it if I did that to him."
"Okay, okay. Justš‘‹If your roommate wasn't Minghao and someone you liked, would you give them goodnight hugs too?"
You could tell Seokmin is genuinely thinking about the question. His lips purse together in thought, his hand running over the sides of his cup.
"If I liked them, I'd probably find any excuse to be close to them. Like sharing food, doing little favours here and there, wanting to hug them and stuff like that..." Seokmin admits a bit bashfully. "Isn't that what he does to you?"
"Yes, and it's driving me absolutely bonkers. And he... He knows a lot about me, you know? We've had, like, late-night talks and stuff. I've never gotten close with any other person like that. He's just so... ugh!" You glance up at Seokmin with helpless eyes. "Sorry for dragging you into this mess, Seokmin."
Seokmin chuckles lightly. "Hey, I only agreed to be your fake boyfriend because I owed you for saving my grades in class. I didn't realise the extent of how bad this is."
You glare at him playfully at that, lightly swatting him on the arm, but Seokmin just manages to dodge it and swipe your cup of boba tea away from you.
"Okay, but, hypothetically speaking. Let's say he does like you..."
You snatch your drink back and take a long sip, catching a boba pearl between your teeth. "Mhm..."
"And I know the whole point of this was to see if he'll get jealous," Seokmin continues. "but let's say he does like you, wouldn't that mean you're kind of... playing with his feelings?"
Seokmin's words make you pause mid-sip. With the straw between your lips, you contemplate his question as you stare blankly at the swirling boba tea. Playing with Mingyu's feelingsš‘‹could that really be what you're doing? The whole fake dating plan had started as a test of sorts to see if Mingyu would show any signs of jealousy. But now, as you're sitting here with Seokmin, you're starting to think you might have fucked up a bit. Maybe a lot.
"Because I think from all the details that you told me and how he acts around you," Seokmin pauses and fixes up his posture, looking at you with a lighthearted yet serious expression. "it sounds like he likes you. And if he does, pretending to date me is just going to hurt him. Or confuse him. Or both."
Your mind races with Seokmin's words, and you feel a pang of guilt settling in your chest. "You think so?"
"I think it's pretty obvious, honestly."
"That's not reassuring at all."
"Well, you never know!" Seokmin exclaims. "Look, I'm no love expert. Maybe you two have been pining for each other the entire year but just don't have the guts to say anything about it. And if that's the case, you owe me another free meal, or a few them. You owe me another three free meals!"
You scoff at that before bringing the straw up to your mouth again, hoping that you could drink away the heat blooming within your face.
"Ugh, I'm getting headacheš‘‹"
"Isn't that Mingyu right there?"
You nearly spit out your drink at that, swearing you could hear the snap of your neck as you bring your head up to where Seokmin is looking with wide eyes. And low and behold, you spot Mingyu entering inside the boba shop.
He's not alone though; he's with a girl.
You feel your heart drop down to your feet as you watch them approach to the ordering counter. They seem comfortable with one another, even if you can't hear what they're saying, their easy smiles and relaxed body language twisting your insides into knots. Mingyu leans in slightly, saying something that makes the girl laugh, and you can't help but notice how effortlessly he charms her, just like he does with everyone.
A tap lands on your shoulder, and you face away to see Seokmin looking at you with worried eyes.
"Do you want to leave?" he mouths to you quietly.
You glance back toward Mingyu and the girl, and the second you see them turning in your direction, you shift uncomfortably in your seat, the chair letting out an earth-shattering squeak.
And you freeze up.
"Y/N?"
You slowly turn around to see Mingyu and the girl approach the table. The first thing you notice is how pretty she looks, her long, flowing hair showering down her shoulders in soft waves. There's a cheery, whimsical aura that you can sense from her, and that seems to be enough to convince yourself that's the kind of personality that Mingyu likes.
"Hey," Mingyu calls out to you again, a smile to his face once he realises it's really you. Briefly, however, his lips seem to straighten out when he shoots a glance toward Seokmin. "I didn't know the two of you came here for your date."
Seokmin laughs a bit too obviously. "Yeah, man, what a coincš‘‹"
"We were just leaving, actually." You swiftly grab Seokmin by the wrist, tugging him toward you. Then you offer nothing but an unsteady grin. "I'll see you later, Mingyu."
You drag Seokmin out of the shop before hearing whatever Mingyu was saying, your heart pounding like a damn drum in your chest. You don't look back until you're safely outside and a long distance away.
You let go of Seokmin's hand to catch your breath. And when you manage to pick yourself back up, Seokmin's already peering at you with an amused look.
"What was that?" he asks airily, arching up a single brow. "Did you just run away from your roommate?"
"Be quiet," You hiss back at him, attempting to shove him but failing miserably. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Uh-huh, you hear that?" Seokmin taunts annoyingly, tapping his foot on the ground. "That's the sound of jealousy."
You gulp down a lump in your throat. He's right. You are jealous.
"Dammit," You curse to yourself. "The whole fake dating thing... It was stupid. I thought that, maybe, if Mingyu got jealous, it would mean something. But now, seeing him with that girl..."
"It hit you hard."
"Yeah," You finish simply. "It did."
"And so..." Seokmin lightly nudges you with his hip. "what will the answer be?"
You only narrow your eyes at him, and the resigned sigh that you let out afterwards is enough to send Seokmin's excitement into orbit.
"Yes!" He grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you relentlessly. "I'm getting free food!"
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Hours pass, and the ache in your chest hasn't eased.
You find yourself melting into the couch, anxiously tugging the ends of your sleeves as you replay the scene over and over back at the boba place. This stupid plan really had backfired on you big time, like a slap to the face, a punch to the gut, a kick to the heartš‘‹all in one go.
Every detail from the way Mingyu and that girl walked in together, the ease with which they interacted, and the pang you felt in your chest from how perfect they appeared right next to each otherš‘‹it all played on a loop in your mind. You knew now that you have to confront your feelings, but the thought of it makes your stomach twist into a pretzel.
There's some random show playing on the TV in front of you, but you could care less at paying attention to it. The apartment is still quiet since Mingyu wasn't back yet, and you could only clench your fists together in a suppressed fit of panic.
"You're an idiot," You scold yourself, closing your eyes tightly. "A complete idiot. How could you be so stupidš‘‹"
A rattle at the locks on the door shuts you up, and maybe the world stops spinning too. You feel yourself sink more into the couch out of anticipation.
When the door swings open, Mingyu steps inside, and you hear the rustling sounds of plastic bags. He peers around the apartment for a moment, and when his eyes land on you, he visibly relaxes.
"Y/N?" Even knowing that he's here, his voice still seems to catch you off-guard every single time. "I brought some ice cream forš‘‹"
"I'm not dating Seokmin."
The silence that follows is almost suffocating. Mingyu drops the bag of ice cream on top of the kitchen counter, his gaze still not leaving yours. He blinks a few times, as if processing what you just said.
"You're... not?"
You shake your head, a knot forming in your throat. This is it.
"No, Gyu, I'm not dating him," You clarify, tone more serious this time. "We never dated. It was all fake."
All Mingyu does is continue to stand there under the dim lighting of the kitchen light. You can hardly decipher the expression on his face; it was something between confusion and surprise. You try to catch for signs of disappointment, but when he steps a tad bit closer to you, your mind goes a bit haywire.
"Why?" he finally questions after what seems like an eternity.
You take in a deep breath. "I was... I was stupid, okay? I... I thought that if I could make you jealous, it would mean something. That it would mean..." There's a brief pause as you rekindle yourself. "...that you liked me too."
Mingyu's brows furrow slightly in confusion, and you can't tell if the situation is getting worser or not; if the room was getting hotter and your skin was at the point of boiling; if all of this was already tumbling down before your eyes.
"Look, I know we're roommates. But sometimes I thinkš‘‹I feel like there's more to that. We always hugā€¦ and flirt, and I..." You purse your lips together as your tongue struggles to grasp the right words. "I like you, okay? I fell for your stupid smile, your stupid hugs, your stupidly good cooking skills. I fell for everything about you. And I couldn't tell you that because I was scared of fucking everything up."
The room seems to hold its breath as you finish speaking. You feel awfully vulnerable right now, like you've laid bare your heart and soul and every single one of your insecurities. Mingyu only remains still, his eyes with surprise. The silence stretches on, and you find yourself gathering your thoughts together as if sensing impending doom.
You let your shoulders slouch in defeat. "It's fine if you don't feel the same way, we could justš‘‹"
"I was jealous."
"š‘‹pretend all this never happenedš‘‹what?"
"Of course I was jealous, Y/N." Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, the action all too endearing. "I was stupid too. For not telling you. For not taking the chance when I could. I was jealous when you talked about Seokmin, but I was also a coward for not wanting to screw anything up.ā€
You could only knit your brows together dazedly, gazing up at him as if he's said a foreign language. "You... were jealous? What about... what about the girl from earlier?"
"She's just a classmate from my English class, and she's interested in one of my other friends. We just happened to cross paths and I offered to grab boba so I could help her withš‘‹"
"Shut up," You suddenly say firmly, and Mingyu does immediately, his focused, half-lidded eyes boring down into yours with a look that sends a jump to your stomach. That was all that you need to hear.
He's practically looming above you. You don't recall how exactly he got closer to you but you have nothing in you to complain. If anything, your feet drag you closer toward him, close enough you're able to smell the faint scent of his cologne and perhaps hear the way his heart is beating just as fast as yours.
With one of your hands, you reach up slowly, letting your fingers toy carefully with the collar of his shirt as you search his eyes for any sign of hesitation. But Mingyu's gaze softens, probably like it always has when he's with you, his breath hitching slightly as your touch lingers on his shirt, curling more into the fabric.
Then your lips tug up into a faint smirk, and you pull him down just slightly.
"Don't make me regret this, Kim Mingyu," is all you say before closing the gap and pressing your mouth against his.
He nearly melts right there at the touch of your lips together, but it doesnā€™t take him long to be kissing you back with more desperation than you expected. His hands slowly draw down your sides, bringing you even further into his embrace. The briefest contact of the tips of his fingers under your shirt makes you tense.
ā€œI wonā€™t,ā€ he whispers in between kisses. ā€œI wonā€™t.ā€
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14 year old transgender girl Pauly Likens was unjustly robbed of her life due to trans panic between the dates of June 22nd and July 3rd, 2024. say her name.
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i have seen only one or two posts about this, but none of them include her name and it sickens me. Her name is Pauly Likens, a 14 year old transgender girl from Sharon, Pennsylvania who met up with a 29 year old man whom she met on Grindr who was brutally murdered and her body was dismembered because she was a trans girl. she went missing on June 22nd, and her dismembered body was found on July 3rd, 2024. her body was DISMEMBERED and thrown into a river. she was not only murdered but BRUTALLY murdered. she was 14 years old. 14. she couldn't even legally drive yet in the united states. she just barely graduated elementary school.
her mother is fighting for her case to be processed and acknowledged as a hate crime. i am disgusted to find out that my home state of Pennsylvania only considers racial discrimination as real discrimination that can be persecuted by law. gender identities and sexual orientations are not considered at all. lawyers and government officials are also trying to deny that it was a hate crime, because her murderer was a self admitted gay man. i don't care what type of queer you are: there is never an excuse to lay hands on a transgender person just because you don't like how they identify.
this is utterly sickening. to say this wasn't a hate crime is living in denial. i don't care if her murderer was gay. he's a murderer who had a clearly charged reason for doing this. he stole a life from a young transgender girl for no reason other than she identified in a way he didn't like. he's not dangerous because he's gay, nor is he exempt from being transphobic. his sexuality had nothing to do with this. not only was this man a dangerous transphobe, but a predator. a 29 year old man willingly met up with a 14 year old child. this man is dangerous for reasons that have nothing to do with his sexuality. he's a transphobic child predator. he deserves no sympathy or to get off scott free just because he's gay. he willingly met up with Pauly. she didn't force him to do anything. she was a child, and he is an adult.
please say her name. while talking about the dangers of Grindr and how minors should not use it, please include her name. yes Grindr is an extremely dangerous platform for trans women, men, and trans people in general, but that shouldn't be the focus of your conversation about her. don't use her death as a platform to discuss how fucked up grindr is without acknowledging who she was as a person. don't just make her another statistic on a page. she was a real person, a child, who was robbed of her life, and robbed from her community. she is not just another number in a long list of trans panic murders. her life meant something. say her name. fight like hell for Pennsylvania to acknowledge that her death WAS a hate crime. their archaic outdated laws need updating.
her family has a GoFundMe to give her a proper burial, please consider donating or spreading the word about it:
here is a news article that genders her correctly where you can read more about what happened:
rest in power, Pauly Likens, we miss you. you are loved. we will fight like hell for you and your family. remember her.
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