#agh. the world hates me

[codgod]

hey sims question has anyone else installed for rent already and if so are you having trouble opening the game after re-enabling mods because it will legit just not open for me even after i updated or removed all the script mods that i thought might be the issue

[acourtofquestions]

Overhead, the stars shone clear and bright, and though Mala had only once appeared to him at dawn, on the foothills across this very city, though she might be little more than a strange, mighty being from another world, he offered up a prayer anyway.

Then, he had begged Mala to protect Aelin from Maeve when they entered Doranelle, to give her strength and guidance, and to let her walk out alive. Then, he had begged Mala to let him remain with Aelin, the woman he loved. The goddess had been little more than a sunbeam in the rising dawn, and yet he had felt her smile at him.

Tonight, with only the cold fire of the stars for company, he begged her once more.

A curl of wind sent his prayer drifting to those stars, to the waxing moon silvering the camp, the river, the mountains.

He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he'd wrapped around his heart, he'd still found Aelin. Every horizon he'd gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he'd seen and wondered what lay beyond... It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond driving him, even when he could not feel it.

They'd walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.

[seumyo]

eeuuummyy just wanna tell you that i heart heart hearttt you sm. you tried your best and that's all it matters. love you lots, don't forget to drink water n get lots of rest!! bakugo loves u

Senniee 🥹

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King Seb :D

[pesteringchum]

no one can comprehend the mlp au fanfiction i am cooking in my head

[watch-out-it-bites]

agh.mmn I can't wait to be away from real life I am. Very bluh.

[alexiroflife]

“appreciation”

MDNI, sexual content, fluff

suguru geto x reader

Synopsis: suguru loves to show how much he appreciates you being by his side

to sum it up: just a little filth

Warning(s): smut, fingering

Suguru always knew how to take care of you, for his love for you transcended most things in his life and crowned you as one if the most important things in his life priority, alongside his girls and his ambitions.

You were everything to Suguru, the light of his life and his entire world, as he was to you, and he ensured that he spent every waking moment looking after you properly by checking that you were well fed, that you had money for the week to spend on your desired necessities, that you were healthy and happy, and that you felt loved.

In turn, you did the same, memorizing the things he liked and the things he hated, making him lunches to bring with him when his day was too full of exorcising and absorbing curses to think about eating, or brushing his hair at the end of the day to help him wind down.

Above all, you knew how to please him. You knew just what to say, what to do, what to wear for him to absolutely lose his mind and ravage you like a man starved. You took care of him well, and Suguru was always so keen on showing his appreciation for your consideration.

Tonight was no different. He had you laying atop his bare chest on your shared bed with his hand reaching over your shoulder to cradle your jaw and his legs tucked over yours, trapping them to the bed. His body was covered in a sheen coat of shiny sweat, biceps bulging as he stretched his arm over your abdomen to sheathe his thick fingers in and out of your quivering pussy, sheets drenched in your fluids after you had already came twice.

The graphic sound of his fingers squelching inside your aching cunt filled your dimly lit room lewdly, your desperate gasps complementing the noise beautifully. Suguru hummed against your temple, turning his head into you to press his lips to your skin, kissing softly as he fingered you with unrelenting desperation, speaking your third orgasm as you leaked pathetically over his palm.

You were mewling, hips bucking up into his hand as your body trembled with overstimulation. Your head tilted back over Suguru’s broad shoulder, lips parting and eyes blurring over. Your dark haired boyfriend’s hand drifted down to your neck following the motion, lust dazed eyes peering down at the sight of his two fingers plunging into you at a rabbit’s pace.

You choked on a cry when he curled his fingers inside of your walls, tears pricking at your eyelashes when his knuckles brushed against your g-spot again.

“Doing so good for me,” he praised, a hot whisper against your cheek as you moaned in appreciation, mind practically melted to sap and body reacting involuntarily to his touch. “Looked so pretty today, baby…”

“S-Sugu,” you cried, bark arching against his bare chest before his forearm pressed into your lower stomach to keep you from squirming, the pace of his fingers picking up mercilessly. “S’so good- ngh, too much…!”

“You can take it,” Suguru ordered, voice firm and low in your ear. “Take it,” he hissed again.

“Agh…fuckkk…!”

“That’s it, my girl,” he grunted, tightening his grip around your throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head, jaw falling slack as Suguru rolled his thumb over your swollen clit whilst thirsting his fingers, your slippery wetness slathering over the whole of your lower body and between your legs. “You just keep letting me show you how much I appreciate you, alright?”

You can’t even form a proper sentence in response, your body and mind entirely too fucked out by the girth of Suguru’s fingers slipping in and out of you with ease, his hand glistening with slick as it splattered your arousal onto your legs with each slap up against your pelvis.

“Oh-m-mmkay,” you babbled in submissive acceptance, lashes fluttering with the roll of your pretty eyes. Suguru grabbed your neck and held your head to his, damp lips crushing into your cheek and your shoulder, hot tongue swirling over your skin to leave more dark red circles over the expanse of your upper body in his path.

“Good job, baby,” he murmured into your shoulder.

You cried, twitching with the quiver of your legs that had nowhere to go beneath his weight that kept them spread wide. His fingers plunged faster, his hand a blur as his fingers disappeared into you at an ungodly pace, before he was ripping them from inside your walls and swiping his palm back and forth rapidly over your clit, watching as liquid spurted helplessly from your sex and onto the both of your legs and into the puddle under you.

You moaned loudly, writhing in his taut grip. Suguru tilted his head down over you to mold his lips into your parted ones, intertwining his tongue with yours as your moans were swallowed by his mouth. He groaned into you, slipping his fingers back inside your dripping pussy to slowly help you ride out your high.

He pulled away from your lips a centimeter, a string of saliva connecting your them. “Filthy,” he grumbled as if the comment were a completely, comment hitting against your lips as they grazed each other sensually while he added pressure to your neck.

You whined, vision white through your lidded gaze while pleasure stripped you of your coherency and flooded your mind with the only name you cared to remember.

“S-Suguru,” you uttered weakly, and he was pressing his lips to yours again instantly, his fingers slowly slipping into you once more. You gasped out, trying to pull away, but he didn’t allow you. “Ah! No, p-please, fuck, no more, Sugu,” you begged against him, to which he pulled away from your mouth to meet your watery eyes with his own.

“Don’t rush me,” he demanded, gazing down at you almost sadistically, observing the way your face contorted with overstimulation and overwhelming ecstasy from the side as he carefully dragged his fingers out, feeling every ridge of your warm, soft walls slide against him. “My gratitude takes time.”

You were glued against his chest for the rest of the night, cumming repeatedly until you were practically unconscious atop of him and he was satisfied with how much appreciation he had shown you. You were a sticky mess of your own arousal, skin syrupy with sweat and fluid when he met you catch your breath.

Suguru kissed over the expanse of your body when he finished, over the blooming marks and sensitive skin, his tongue tasting and savoring every inch of you as if you were his last meal.

Suguru always knew how to take care of you, just as you did him, for in the midst of the daily chaos of his and your life, he made it a priority to show you just how grateful he was for your care.

[torubeth]

aren’t you going to write “degradation taken too far” but with satoru? 🫦😰😭

you asked for it babe; i didn’t wanna hurt yall gojo girlies (inc myself) but you want pain? ok. pain is what you get. warnings : (mature content 18+) smut, degradation, gojo being mean (yes it’s a warning), angst to comfort??and maybe have a tissue box or two????

‘look at the gorgeous mess that you are baby. never knew you’d fold this easy’ he remarks, lips trailing down your body, sucking violet coloured hickeys along the way.

‘satoru- i already told you that the last time, will be the last time! so why are you-!’ slowly but gently he slides in, a wave of contentment washing over you, immediately shutting you up.

‘hmm what was that? mind repeating it f’me sweetheart?’ he smirks.

you decided to stay quiet because what’s the use? you’re gonna end up with him on top you again. mostly tomorrow. and the day after that.

and that’s when you realise that the pace was starting to pick up and his hands were now on your clit, rubbing hard circles eliciting nothing but moans and whines from you.

‘satoru oh my god! shit, feel so good i feel like i’m gonna cum!’ you reach up to slither your arms around his shoulders, your breathy pants now right by ear.

‘toru agh! fuck fuck- i…i love you satoru, i love you so much! please, if you keep this up i might-’ suddenly with a roughness unknown to you, he pulls out.

‘wait wait wait, why’d you stop? i was so close-!’ you pant, leaning up on your elbows.

instantly, there was a shift in his aura.

‘love? you said love? what makes you think i will ever love someone like you? you’re just a hole to fuck. a passing cloud. something for me to do when i’m bored of my fucked up life. nothing more’ he erupts.

‘what?’ your voice was reduced to nothing but a whisper.

‘where in the wide wide vicinity of your fantasy land did you come up with ‘love’ ?’ he spat.

‘i mean seriously, you thought this was something-‘ he knew what he was saying was far from the truth.

why would he not love you? what is there not to love? if he knew what love meant, it’s because of you.

but you shouldn’t love him, but you do. why? why do you wanna be with him? why do you wanna be tied down to someone like him?

meanwhile your mind is racing with a million different thoughts, not knowing what or how to respond.

‘it’s best if you just leave’ he finishes.

you didn’t need to hear the entirety of his speech to know that you were…disposable? replaceable?

the dam breaks and tears stream down your cheeks, eyes red and body trembling. you gather of what’s left of your heart and face him ‘this really is the last time’ you whisper, meaning every word, clutching hard at the sheets for some kind of comfort, without breaking the eye contact.

that’s when his eyes look at you.

your eyes. god, your eyes. they were one of the reasons he fell in love with you. they were fierce, beautiful and always on him. but now they were broken, filled with pain and tears, still beautiful and held nothing but ache.

next was your lips he loved kissing so much. his personal favourite, was always ready to put him in his place and bring him to his knees. now they were trembling. in hate, or fear? he thinks he doesn’t really wanna know the reason behind that.

taking a deep breath, he steeled his nerves because there was no going back now. the cat and mouse chase ends here.

suddenly, a huge wave of warmth enveloped you and it took you mere two seconds to realise that he was hugging you, and hardly a second for you to come to the realisation that you would never push him away.

‘i want you to know that you mean so much to me. a while ago my world was nothing but dark, but you came painted it all, giving meaning to each and every little thing in it. i deserve to rot in hell cuz fuck, i didn’t mean a word of what came out of my mouth’ and that’s when you felt little drops on your neck.

never once has he cried in front of you, always going on about how ‘the strongest never cry’

‘you mean the world to me baby. when you told me you loved me, i was brain dead. never knew i was capable of being loved by someone like you. i mean, why would you love someone like me? all my versions are nothing but a wretched mess, so why would you-?’

pulling back to look at him, your eyes are stern when you tell him-

‘you are actually an idiot if you think i care about any of that’ wiping away his tears, your hands rest against his cheeks.

‘i want all your versions satoru. flaws and all. i want them to course through my veins. i want you in all my mornings and all my nights. i want you everywhere. and if you’re going down, i’m willing to go down with you. so please, please don’t push me away’ you said because loving him was as easy as breathing, your eyes once again starting to tear up.

and that was the confirmation he needed, as he leaned down ‘i love you, i love you so much. i fucking love you’ chanting over and over again. pressing kisses everywhere. your nose, lips, cheeks, forehead, everywhere.

‘i adore you and i promise to cherish you like you deserve till we’re old and wrinkly’ he bumps his nose against yours, earning a small laugh from you.

‘i know you will satoru’ you whisper, bumping his nose in return ‘i will love you till we’re old wrinkly too’

[hipsdofangirl]

poltergiest! wonwoo x f!reader

summary: after an accident that occurred, your friend decides to move you both into a new apartment for closure; however, it was unknown that the apartment was actually the site of a brutal murder.

genre: ghost au!, slight joshua x reader, joshua is a menace but for good-ish reasons, wonwoo is manipulative but doesn’t know love, swearing, violence, lowercase intended

SMUT AHEAD! contents include: semi-hate sex, wonwoo and you love titties, subtle corruption kink, voyeur but not much

first time writing smut please be nice lol

wc: 6.1k

not proofread

18+ ONLY, BE WARNED

the doorknob was too rusty for your liking.

“you don’t like it?” your friend, joshua asks.

you blink, snapping briefly out of your stupor. you dart your attention to him, seeing a slight smirk on his face before it fades behind his own smiling eyes.

you glance away out of embarrassment of being caught. “no. it’s very…” your eyes trail back to the bronze number plaque representing the apartment; you can pinpoint specks of paint ready to be flicked off. “unique i have to say!”

joshua lets out a breathy chuckle. “good. cause this place is one we are going to be staying at for a while.” he reaches into his dress-pant’s pocket as you register his words.

“for a while?” you subtly gasp, “aren’t you like rich-rich?” you turn to him and clasp your hands together in a pleading manner, “i swear i’ll pay you back for whatever costs just don’t make me go in…there!” you point at the door.

joshua jingles the keys in his pocket before fishing them out to dangle sardonically in front of your face.

“weren’t you the one to tell me that i should understand how…” he waves his hand with the key, jingling them in a way you could only describe as pompous, “everyday people live.”

his attitude causes you to back down.

his gloved hand positions the key into the slot and turns it, eliciting a sharp click. you take one last glance over the edge of the second story railing, the rapid wind cooling your nervous body.

joshua makes a sound of disgust as he wipes his black glove against his pants, wiping off the dusty iron; as he saunters in the apartment, you hesitantly follow, still admiring the sunset.

he flicks on the light switch in the hallway and you both observe the singular stutter of the—surprisingly—white LED light.

he puts his hand on his hip. “welcome to our new abode.” you grimace at the way he is taking this all in. he strolls over to the kitchen island, setting down the keys before looking over at you with scrutinizing eyes.

at the same time, you sheepishly tip-toe your way over to him like a magnet; your eyes scan the area of a mesh between the living room and kitchen. you lean your body further to notice a hallway that leads to bedrooms.

you glance back over to your friend, ready for the next instructions, but his attention is focused somewhere else; you follow his gaze to a bookshelf.

you snigger at him, “you read books?”

his attention snaps back to you—you notice his facade dwindle little by little with every snarky remark you make—and then he smirks back at you.

“with the way you jest, you believe you know a lot,” he barely whispers.

you feel tingles bubble in uncomfortable places. you bite your lip and downcast your eyes, somewhat apologizing with your body.

joshua’s tense demeanor relaxes a bit, you sense him giving off a comforting aura, as if he is trying to soothe you in someway. he waves over to the shelf. “i just noticed that a book fell, probably from how hard you slammed the door.”

you whip around to see the door is shut and groan, “agh, i’m sorry about that.”

joshua steps over to your side, close enough to take in his body heat, “things are too much and going by so fast—i get it. don’t worry about it too much.” he smiles. “now i’m going to grab our things so you can go around and explore.”

you nod your head, observing the man causally walking down the hall and opening the door to the outside world. it shuts dramatically once again. your body feels caged more than ever.

“i don’t even know if you can understand it…” you whisper to the air.

the air whispers back, “that man will never understand as much as he claims to…”

you twist your head around, scanning for…nothing.

you immediately scamper. ignoring the book that is lying by your feet, you jump over it and speed-walk to the front door. you attempt to reason yourself out of it.

‘ghosts? no—no…not ghosts. i mean even if there was a ghost i doubt he knows i know, so i’ll casually walk out and sneak by joshua and book it down the street and return to living my normal life before that wack job entered it.’

you clasp the doorknob. it wouldn’t budge. you wiggle it till you see the part where there is no door and only a knob.

‘oh shit there really is a ghost here.’

you slowly turn your head back to see the keys still sitting on the island.

‘okay so there is only one lock and it’s from the inside and for the love of the absolute whatever is the door not budging?’

the door opens and you shriek.

on the other side, joshua stares at you with wide confused eyes.

he tilts his chin down. “is everything okay?“

your hands—that spontaneously covered your mouth at that instance—retract. you swallow and shake your head.

“no! it’s not okay!” your hands clutch your pants. you begin to whisper and glance around to your sides. “i think this place is haunted.”

joshua snorts and eyes you up and down. “haunted?”

“mhm!”

he covers his mouth with his right hand and chuckles.

you stomp your foot on the ground like a child. “i’m serious!”

he raises that same hand in the air as if he is surrendering. “okay! i would believe you,” your brows furrow, “if you had proof.”

you raise an eyebrow at him. “josh, look at the apartment we are at right now,” your teeth begin to clatter against each other, “and ghosts are somehow out of the question?”

“i never said ghosts weren’t real, but you haven’t even been in the apartment for 10 minutes. a ghost wouldn’t immediately make its presence known.” he consoles.

you flick your wrist in confusion. “isn’t a ghost’s whole objective to get people to leave its sacred space? wouldn’t i be better if they jumped the gun?”

joshua taps his chin. “not always—those are normally known as poltergeists.”

you cross your arms, rubbing your hands against your skin to soothe the bumps that arose during your conversation. “like from paranormal activity?”

joshua squints his eyes and puts his hand on the suitcase handle. “the main antagonist was a demon—not a poltergeist.” he begins to walk inside, squeezing past you through the doorframe. you hear him mutter, “that’s the reference she makes? and not name the actual movie poltergeist?”

you scoff, “isn’t that an old movie?”

“a very well known movie,” he sighs, wheeling the suitcase and stopping it next to the couch. joshua prances over to the bookshelf that caught his attention earlier and picks up the book that fell. he flips over the book to the cover and reads it before placing it under his armpit.

joshua comes back over and rests himself on the armrest on the pre-furnished couch.

“no matter what the movie displays, poltergeists are the main type of spiritual entity able to manipulate the physical world.”

you tilt your head. “i thought any type of ‘spiritual entities’ could?”

joshua grins. “that’s what hollywood wants you to think. the low-level spectrum of ‘ghosts’ are officially labeled as ‘wanderers’—“

you snap your fingers. “like those in limbo!”

joshua’s grin fades into a solemn smile. “those who cannot move on.” his eyes then darken. “poltergeists are those who will themselves not to move on. all they need is a push in the right direction.”

it’s weird seeing joshua this intense. however, it doesn’t last long when he clasps his hands and his smile that joins his eyes return.

“enough with that exposition of spooky stuff—i’ll turn on a show for you to watch while i take care of our things.”

you groan. “you don’t have to keep doing everything; i feel bad that you are basically taking care of me.”

joshua pats the couch cushion, welcoming you to trudge over and plop on a seat. “after all you have been through, you need time to recover. i’m here to help with that.” he bends over to the coffee table in front of you both and turns on the tv.

you notice his glances when he flicks through the channels. “i don’t care what we watch, i’m fine with the harry potter movies they show every weekend.”

joshua laughs. “alright then, princess.”

your face flushes and you sink further into the couch.

he sets down the remote back on the table and wipes off metaphorical dust.

before he fully enters the hallway leading to the bedrooms, he turns back to you.

“you don’t mind sleeping on the couch do you?”

your face drops.

joshua winces in return. “it’s a pullout couch. i would give you the bedroom but a man needs his…”

you shut your eyes. “oh god—yes just take it.”

strolling down the hall, joshua sighs in relief. “thank you!”

you hear the door shut, then another click, then you are alone.

the LED light flickers off.

‘oh goddamnit.’

you glance at the still working tv screen. ‘it doesn’t help that harry potter is currently in the dark woods.’

“princess, huh. you are really going to let him worm his way through you like that?”

your eyes practically bulge out of your head. you whip your head to the source of the noise—toward the bookshelf.

a—rather handsome—man stands there, licking his thumb before turning it to the next page of a book. the man doesn’t look at you, but you feel obligated to respond. his aura compels you not to look at him for too long. instead, you take interest in the book he is flicking through: The Return of Sherlock Holmes.

“or did he reduce you to a blubbering mess with just petty words?” his baritone voice ponders.

you clear your throat, willing yourself to meet his face. “no, no he didn’t. he is just a nice guy.” you internally gag by how lame you sound.

your attention then snaps back to the book he is reading. you sputter, “wait! you’re holding the book!” you stand up and pace over to him, “does that mean you’re a poltergeist?” you ask dumbly.

the man is taken aback, by your bluntness and impulsiveness to approach him. his shoulders relax soon after as he dons a small smirk on his face. “cute.”

you pause, wondering how hot your cheeks could burn.

he retracts the book and places it on the shelf shoulder length to you, displaying the title. “you just got here, didn’t you?”

reminding you of your current situation, your shoulders droop, eyes falling to the floor. “unfortunately.”

the man latches onto your mood swing. “why so sad about it? is this place not to your liking?”

you glance back to—for once—meet his gaze but you cannot will yourself to be in there for too long. “uhm—it’s just not my style.”

the man hums and looks around. “is it too old for you? i can change it to your liking?”

your hands wave in front of you before you even realize. “no no! it’s fine—“

“you weren’t here by choice were you?”

your hands stop their frantic movements and slowly clasp into light fists. “yeah…”

the man shrugs his shoulders. “it’s not so bad here.” he then strides past you, brushing against your shoulder. you turn to observe him, seeing him walk over to the island to pick up the set of keys joshua left there. “this yours?”

you confusingly nod at him. “i guess so.”

he huffs. “you aren’t very sure of yourself are you?” he seems to mutter something under his breath, “that can be changed.” he takes one key off and sets the rest of the key ring back on island.

the man fiddles with the singular key and quietly whistles, scanning around the cabinets and other shelves. he then tosses the key before snatching it through the air, pacing back to the bookshelf.

he lifts the book he previously was reading and places the keys behind there.

he meets your confused state. “it’s our secret,” he whispers, placing his finger on your lips as a ‘shush’ notion. “isn’t that right?”

your chin trembles. “yeah, sure.”

he grins. “good girl.” he brushes past you once again.

you try to reach out to him, but he was never there.

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ever since the accident, you couldn’t sleep; flashes of pain and suffering kept you awake. the days felt like minutes while the night felt like years.

joshua mostly kept you company during the day, but sometimes he would leave, instructing you not to go anywhere for your well-being. at night, he was locked up in the bedroom, doing whatever he does, leaving you alone once again.

however, you weren’t alone for too long. as the friendly-poltergeist, you dubbed mr. beanie (after you caught him trying joshua’s on in the hallway), kept you company.

“and that’s how i was able to take a photo of her cheating on her boyfriend!” you end your story time.

mr. beanie only sat there, entranced by your storytelling, as the clock rolled onto 2 am.

he adjusts his linked hands in his lap. “was the boyfriend a friend of yours? or do you just like to see justice handed out?”

you rest your head on the back couch cushion. “ding ding ding! he was one of my friends—poor chan. i wonder how he is doing nowadays.”

“and was he loyal?” beanie asks.

you sit up straight. “he better have been or i will kick his ass! making me do all that for nothing,” you pout.

beanie scoots an inch closer to you, releasing his clasped fingers to put his hand on the cushion behind you. “did you love him?”

you sputter, “love? oh god no he is just a friend!”

he tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders, eyes glancing upwards.

the silence agitates you further after that question. “the last time i was in love it was a shit-show.”

the brown haired man raises an eyebrow; you crack your neck—a nervous tick responding to the intense stare you suddenly received.

you continue, fingers gripping your pants tightly, “we were fine as all couples were—for the honeymoon phase—but,” you whistle. you feel him place a hand and methodically tap your back as a form of comfort. “his habits got worse. i thought when getting into the relationship, i could change him.”

beanie nods. “what habits?” he sits up. “did he hurt you?”

your hand unfurls. “uhm…no? i-i don’t think so at least. he never laid his hands on me but some of the things he said to me weren’t…boyfriend-like?”

the methodical tapping meshes with your heartbeat.

“and the real tipping point is when…” you pause again, his palm lays flat on your spine. “i had to go to the hospital.” your hands tremble. you wave your hands trying to explain and contain your emotions. the oven light flickers. “i just remember blacking out and then waking up in the hospital.” you blow air through your nose dumbly. “and he never visited. i even looked at the visitor list for me and…no sign of his name.”

“…and how did you meet,” his eyes glance up to the hallway, “this man?”

you blink rapidly. “what is your problem with him?”

his eyes glaze over for a second. “i don’t trust men like that.” you then notice how close he has inched to you. “doesn’t it make you angry?”

you whisper, dumbfounded by the tense change in conversation, “angry?”

he hums. “this man you moved in with has some similar qualities to the boyfriend you described.”

“what? no he doesn’t!” you exclaim.

he leers further in your full eyes. “he brought you here out of your own free will, he doesn’t pay attention to you, and won’t answer any of your questions fully.”

you try to interject but he continues.

“the day you first moved in here, you explained your fear and he did nothing. in fact, you are here,” he gestures to you both sitting on the couch, “talking to the most dangerous entity in the radius—well besides other humans.” he leans closer to you, you could only imagine his breath fanning your lashes. “if someone tries to interrupt our peace, i’ll protect you.”

footsteps pad toward your direction. your eyes widen as you stare at your ghostly friend. he doesn’t seem too shocked, however, as he just turns his attention to the incoming sounds.

“(name)?” joshua rubs his eyes. “what are you still doing up?”

you hear the man beside you scoff; you send off a little glare to him before replying, “as always, i couldn’t sleep.” you pause, taking in his work attire, “what are you still doing up—in your work clothes no less?"

joshua dryly chuckles. "just got caught up with work."

your fingers dig into your pants—uncomfortable with his presence. “ahh. how fun…” you try to sneak a glance toward the being beside you only to see an empty spot.

a blade from the ceiling fan pierces the wall beside joshua’s head.

“holy shit!” you stand up, stumbling towards the man who continued to rub his eyes sleepily. you don’t notice joshua’s eyes scanning the area.

your hand reaches out hesitatingly, but you pull it away, back to your chest.

joshua notices and furrows his brows. “what have you been up to during these nights?”

your hand grips your wandering hand’s wrist. “nothing important!” you notice the ghostly figure stand in the doorframe to joshua’s bedroom, but he doesn’t walk in. joshua follows your gaze and then turns back with a roll of his eyes. “i’ve been recovering!” you nod to support your point.

joshua sighs and rubs his forehead. “recovering as in talking things out?” you pout and begin to study the hardwood floor. “talking doesn’t really prove much compared to actions. maybe start, reading a book or doing something to actually move on,” he snips.

your eyes flash back to him. “doing something? like what? go for a walk? i would if you actually let me out of the house—i’m not a damn house cat! i can’t even go into your room. you even take most of the damn books!”

joshua’s chin twitches in annoyance. he sharply exhales. “it’s for your own good.”

he turns away from you, marching back to his room. the man is still at the doorway, seeming to try and peek in, but joshua wipes the air, distorting the spiritual being’s presence.

the man vanishes completely.

the fan blade sits there in its spot, like a little form of mockery.

“go read a book,” you mimic, “i’m not a fucking kid.”

yet, still following his words, you toddle to the bookshelf. with a downcast gaze, out of anger, you stop yourself before you could kick the book on the ground.

you recognize it. the same book the man was reading when he showed his presence: The Return of Sherlock Holmes. next to the fallen book, newspaper clippings are lying haphazardly. you should have seen the title coming.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?

yes, you have.

crouching on the floor, you mentally slap yourself for remembering that you have been fancying yourself up next to a goddamn poltergeist: beings that only remain to wreck havoc.

you scan the paragraph on the side next to the picture before reading the section toward the bottom.

‘Jeon Wonwoo was reported missing around the end of the holiday season. He was last seen enjoying the festivities downtown on North St. with friends, Kim Mingyu and ——.’

you couldn’t even decipher the latter’s name.

“we both have had our fair share of bad romance.” the man—wonwoo’s—voice hits you upside the head like a brick. you tense up, wiping your sweaty palms against your pants.

you swallow. you feel his presence rubbing against your spine. “she killed me.”

you snap your head back to face him; he isn’t looking at you.

he continues, “we have been dating for around 6 months. mingyu was too naive to see it as he slowly fell in love with her. couldn’t blame him though, she knew how to do her job well….” he pauses, enacting eye contact with you. it’s not anything dark like you’ve seen before. “well i guess that’s how i also took pity on you; you remind me of him.”

you will yourself to speak, “what happened?”

he sighs, eyes darkening once again. “she convinced me to drink while we were out; i trusted her. she even bought me a book as a treat. then, she took me back to her apartment—here—to the bedroom where we were beginning to fuck.”

you blush out of embarrassment.

“but then she pulled a knife out on me. i tried to fight and was beginning to overpower her, but this wasn’t her first time. she slipped something in my drink, causing me to be sloppy and weak.” he spits.

“that’s why you’re still here…” you ponder.

he nods. “i’ve been waiting in this apartment for her return, so i can get revenge. i’ve been gaining energy from the inhabitants here—“

“killing them—?” you vocalize in horror.

he pouts mockingly at you. “is that so wrong? you hinted at it yourself, the people that come here aren’t good. i’m just doing the world a favor.”

you inch your way to separate yourself from him.

he snaps his gaze onto your form. “don’t you wish you could do the same? as much as we are trapped here, we are free.”

you shake your head. “no..no…”

he grabs the back of your head and mashes your faces together.

his tongue enters your mouth unexpectedly. your eyes shut, unable to do anything else out of confusion, slight fear, and some fucked up kind of attraction.

you barely register his claim over pockets of your mouth till he forces your separation. you breath heavily. he chuckles at your response.

“you know she is never coming back, so just think of me,” you state, out of breath, eyeing the sherlock holmes book.

he whispers, “you don’t know that…you don’t know anything.” all the lights in the apartment flash on and off like a bolt of lightning.

‘fuck it.’

“i know it,” you reply cockily, “cause i’ll be all you’re thinking about.”

wonwoo freezes with wide eyes that could see the whites.

this time, you snatch the back of his head, gripping roots of his hair, and bring him closer to you.

your sets of teeth click for a second as your tongue overpowers him. with another pull of his hair, wonwoo groans, rumbles fluttering through his chest. his hands slide down from your shoulders to your waist. he gives one squeeze to your hips, eliciting a squeak from you.

his tongue wraps around yours as you try to pull back for air out of habit. only a small gasp cries out from your lips before he messily mushes you both closer.

you tap his head with your two fingers, causing him to instantly pull away, searching for any discomfort on your face.

you heave, “can we do it somewhere comfortable?” your knee rubs against the newspaper clipping. wonwoo hears this noise and glances down.

he quickly meets your gaze again. “c’mere darling.” he picks you up, fingers squeezing your thighs. he struts over to the couch and tosses you in there gently; you laugh in surprise.

he trots back to your previous spot and picks up the newspaper clipping with a firm grip. you couldn’t help but recognize and understand the prominence of his veiny hands.

he crawls on top of you and tucks the paper under you; all in one motion, he tugs your shirt upwards. he stops at your upper midsection, you feel him snap off your bra and pull both articles of clothing off.

he whistles and gapes at your plump tits.

the room gets warmer and you attempt to curl your arms around yourself.

wonwoo’s gaze hardens. “none of that.” he grips both of your wrists and pries them apart, mocking some weak strength, “didn’t you say to focus on you? so let me see it.”

the ceiling fan swirls faster. lights turn on and off in your vision; you don’t know if it’s from him (in more than one way) or if it’s the leftover blades obscuring the light.

he clasps his cold hands around both of your tits and kneads them sensually. he flips his right hand over to slot your nipple between his fingers. he pulls them up slowly and gauges your reaction before pinching it, drawing out a gasp from your lips.

before you could recover, he continues to tease that one and latches his mouth over your other one, suckling it.

your hands—after having no where to go—latch onto the sides of the couch.

wonwoo releases his wet mouth and the warm air fans over you, perking your nipples up taller. he snatches both of your lingering hands and positions them back on his head.

you smirk. “so you have a hair pulling kink, huh?”

he pushes his knee further between your legs. “just need you to hold onto something before you break.”

your smirk fades as you lean your head back. you tug the strands of his hair as he goes down on your chest once again. instead of giving too much attention to your tits, he smothers kisses between the crevice before turning to one mound and sucking—hard.

you cry out. you could feel a smirk twitch against his lips before he gives it one feather kiss.

his hands creep from the sides of your shoulders to rest by your head on the cushion, supporting his weight. his knee pushes further.

at the same time, his kisses travel up to the crook of your neck. he lightly peppers any skin in his way. he bites down spontaneously.

you moan obscenely you didn’t even know you could muster.

“that’s a new one,” wonwoo lowly comments.

while he tickles your neck, one of his hands travel down, fiddling with the button holding you together. he snaps them apart at the same time he suckles a specific part of your neck.

his cold hand then taps his way on top of your underwear before sliding down the top to your clit.

the temperature cause you to shudder and bury your face into wonwoo’s cheek.

two of his fingers enter suddenly.

you gasp, “already?”

wonwoo tugs your ear lobe with his teeth. “we don’t have much time together.”

your moist hole sucks him up as if you are twisting a wet towel.

he bellows a guttural groan. the sensation vibrates your ear drums, loosening your hands to rest onto his upper back.

his thick fingers spread and kiss every section they can access.

“darling,” he huffs, “you’re so tight, even just around my fingers. are you sure you aren’t a succubus?”

the fact they are real doesn’t interrupt your current scenario.

he inserts a third one. you pray you don’t combust then and there. you bite your lip.

“just give it to me,” he mutters.

you do with a foul moan.

wonwoo slaps his hand over your mouth swiftly. “shhh. don’t want one of god’s holy messengers to hear us, do we?”

still undergoing first high, you shake your head rapidly, not processing what he said.

he sighs dramatically. pulling out his fingers, that seem to covered with liquid. he swipes those fingers under your chin, barely out of reach from your tongue.

he erects back up to a kneeling position on top of you, pulling your pants and underwear down to your ankles before ripping them off.

“you ready, darling?” he asks, taking off his shirt with bulging muscles.

you nod dumbly.

he leans back on top of you and taps your cheek. “words?”

you blink. “yeah! yeah… i’m good.”

a glimmer shines through his eyes. “good. just tap my cheeks if anything goes wrong.” he places one soft lingering kiss on your lips.

you whine for more and try to meet him again but your interrupted by your own sounds. your fingers dig into his shoulder blades.

wonwoo rumbles under his breath, “the supernatural shouldn’t be a stretch when this magnificent pussy can still be this tight somehow.”

you didn’t notice his one hand is interlocked with yours, his fingers gripping the slits as he slowly inserts himself.

you huff and hear rustling of paper. you peer down and bite your lip to see wonwoo placing the newspaper clipping under you both.

‘if this is the closure he needs then i guess it’s fine—‘

he whistles again—a habit you assume—and grips his hand next to your head. he begins to thrust slowly with a low grunt. in and out. each time he languidly pushes in to its extent, you feel him reach corners that have you seeing stars.

the slow beginner pace also slows down your mind as your lone hand scratches his shoulder blade. it slowly trails its way down, bouncing back up when wonwoo’s dick reaches your soul.

with light cold fingertips, your nails gently pluck one of his nipples on his sagging yet firm pecs. you whole palm then smushes it, squeezing it in rhythm during one of wonwoo’s thrust. he tilts his head forward, resting his forehead on your collarbone.

your hand continues its journey downward. before you can even fathom the size of his abs he roughly thrusts in and out, causing you to grab onto his sides abruptly. your thumb fiddles with the muscles as wonwoo’s pace ramps up to reach his high.

he grunts. “tell me you’re about to come. come for me, pretty.”

you nod, tears forming from the corner of your eyes, “i will—i’m going to—i’m so close wonwoo—please!”

he couldn’t resist your pleading, dumping his load into you. he gauges your current state: eyes shut and hands tightening around anything they touch. you still haven’t came.

even after his energy has spent, wonwoo returns to speeding up to match you up to his speed.

you come for a second time with a loud moan; wonwoo doesn’t cover it up.

you inhale and exhale so loudly you could barely hear your heart beating.

wait. its not your heart.

you turn to the side to see joshua sitting in a side chair in the living room, clapping with a hard on.

“thank you for the show, you two,” joshua comments slyly, “do you both feel better now?”

you blink and feel warmer out of embarrassment of being caught.

“josh—what the fuck—wait…” it clicks within your head.

you promptly try jerking yourself out of wonwoo’s grasp as he moans softly. you ignore the pleasure of leaving him but whimper in the loss of intimate contact. the newspaper now dripping in goo sticks to the couch.

you breathe heavily. “how the fuck can you see him?”

joshua blinks innocently. “do you feel better?”

you tuck in your chin to your chest and cover your private parts out of frustration. “yes, i do? i mean what girl wouldn’t like some dick—“

“i don’t care about what sensations you think you perceive,” joshua interrupts, “what do you want to do now?”

you scoff, tears wetting the corners of your eyes for a different reason, “i want to get away from you—both of you—you goddamn manipulators!”

joshua smirks and glances over at wonwoo with a victorious smile. he claps his hands one last time. “perfect! where are your keys?”

you sputter, angry at the whirlwind of questions, “oh, so i can get out of here now?”

joshua stands up. “of course you can, or you can choose to stay here with wonwoo, but i highly do not recommend.” joshua laughs proudly. “i don’t even know if wonwoo will stay here anymore after this.”

you turn to see wonwoo glaring at joshua.

‘oh…’

“i’m dead, aren’t i?” you answer yourself.

joshua solemnly nods. “yes…you had a stroke and died as soon as you entered the hospital. the only thing you had on you was your apartment key…”

you finish his statement, “the object that tethers me here.”

joshua places his hands in front of him—covering his consequences. “the reason you couldn’t leave this place was because you couldn’t be more than a certain feet away from your desired object. or, you would feel a pull that brings you back to them.”

you laugh, defeated, leaning back into the couch, pelvis aching.

‘what a way to do aftercare..’

joshua waits for you. “only till after you have relieved yourself,” he sniggers before composting himself with a cough, “can you leave limbo and move on.”

you stare blankly at the ceiling.

wonwoo asks the question you were just thinking, “why here and what do i have to do with it?”

joshua rubs the back of his neck. “well originally, as a medium, i was assigned to deal with your case, wonwoo, before the sentinels arrive. you’ve been racking up a kill count at the same time i got newly assigned to your case, (name).”

joshua begins to pace back and forth you two, continuing his exposition. “you both had similar issues and i thought—“

“that you might as well kill two birds with one stone. aka you let me try and help us,” you gesture at you and wonwoo, “to get over our issues.”

wonwoo leans back on the couch as well. “so you didn’t have to do any of the work.”

joshua slaps his hands on his sides. “when you say it like that it makes me sound like the bad guy.”

you and wonwoo don’t say anything.

joshua huffs and crosses his arms. “i was trying to help you before you both got killed. so a thank you for bringing you two together would be nice.”

“who says we are leaving?” wonwoo questions. joshua and you turn to him in puzzlement. “maybe i haven’t gotten over my baggage and i turned,” he points a thumb at you, “(name), into a poltergeist.”

you slam your hand on the couch. “wait so that was your plan?”

wonwoo shrugs in nonchalance but a hint of discomfort soaks his aura. it tastes weird on your tongue.

you stand up, not caring about your exposure. “yeah okay i’m out and i’m ready to move on and be reborn or whatever happens.”

you march over to the bookshelf and reach for the keys wonwoo hid on the first day. you turn back around to hand them to joshua but notice wonwoo’s downcast gaze.

you point to the book on the floor to signal to josh and walk back over to the couch in front of wonwoo.

you exhale, then realize that you have been breathing the whole time out of habit. “look, wonwoo,” he doesn’t move his head but meets your gaze. “it’s your choice if you decide to move on but. i’m telling you that staying here would be an even more waste of your time.”

you take a pause before continuing, observing wonwoo slightly relax as you talk. “you technically got your revenge as we did fuck on top of your ex girlfriend.”

“it’s not enough,” he growls.

you scoff. “as much power as you think you have, she probably wants this. for you to think about her all the time and consume your every thought—she feeds off of it. don’t give her that satisfaction.”

you pause one last time, gathering your final thoughts. “i know i’m not much and we just met and we just had sex, but. i wouldn’t mind if you joined me to a new life—a new start—for both of us to live how we wanted to.”

wonwoo lowers his hand that was holding his head and stares at you blankly.

you nod awkwardly. “so uhm. thank you—i guess?”

you turn to joshua and pass him your keys. “wait i’m not a poltergeist cause i could hold those right?”

joshua laughs. “no, you’re not. these are what tie you here so of course you can have a strong emotional attachment to make it physical.”

you pat yourself on the back for not giving in too much. “okay! okay…” you meet joshua’s find gaze as he clasps the keys. “i guess i should thank you too—as much as you were a voyuer-ous dick.”

joshua smirks. “i’ll take that. and thank you for trying to convince him instead of following him.”

you wave and shrug your shoulders. “since this is the last moments of my soul being here then i want to make them lawfully impressionable.”

you feel your insides—your soul—becoming lighter; the sensation of being on a rollercoaster and going down the big drop, filling your excitement along with anxiety.

bubbles then fill the air. you stare at them fondly before popping one, experiencing content after everything that has happened.

joshua holds your key above a purple candle. “may you rest in peace.”

tags: @jcxbliss

a/n: that’s the end!! ahhh i spent so long this weekend writing it out of the blue def my longest fic. i just wanted to write a ghost fic cause i saw a prompt of sadistic ghost x empathetic ghost; i was like ‘man i haven’t written about wonwoo, he could work here’ cause i wanted to do jeonghan but that’s favoritism.

as stated before, i’ve never written smut just read it so please don’t judge it too hard. mainly it’s included to add more to wonwoo/reader’s relationship this make it an actual ‘xreader’

i tried to make it hinted at throughout the story that reader was a ghost since she never could touch anything or enter joshua’s room (since it was sealed up via magic). also the light flickering and other stuff happened cause wonwoo was trying to influence her to kill josh but she unknowingly was able to move on because of that. if it wasn’t too apparent, at the beginning, reader was very indecisive and skeptical about everything including her past relationships; when she interacted with wonwoo, she slowly became decisive and at the end knew what she wanted to do instead of blindly following or agreeing. also it’s open ended if wonwoo moved on or continued to stay there; if he chose the latter, he would basically be hunted down by exorcists so who knows if he made it out then lol.

and yes i made up my own lore lol. so if there are any questions i can further explain or expand upon this world 🫶

if you made it this far, please reblog!

have a nice day/night 🫶

[chao-thicc-hcs]

OMG PLEASEEEEEE MAKE A PART 2 ON THE BONTEN TRIO SLAPPING THERE S/O, I need to know what happens after sanzu isn't High and drunk🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😞

A/N: I am so sorry I couldn't imagine Sanzu giving a damn that much

Slapping you accross the face | the aftermath

ft. haitani brothers ; sanzu haruchiyo

warning(s): ran's is very lewd in the end, toxic relationship, mentions of drugs (duh), stalking, murder, sanzu is a bitch (shocker), mentions of domestic violence. MDNI, please, or I will cry, blood, weapons,,, and sanzu

!reader is non-binary but there might be a trace of femininity

NOT PROOFREAD, YET!

ran↷

Usually, when you get a taste of something awfully bitter, it fades away and you do not remember it.

This was not the case for our main character here.

Days grew colder, so did his bed, his apartment, his meals, his interactions with others. Behind the facade of a man unbothered by the world around him, carrying a leisure smile and a carefree attitude around his mates, Ran was still a human being.

The loss of someone who carried light within them was heavy. Ran found himself daydreaming everyday while doing his duties - about both of you dancing around your home again, going out on expensive dates, coming back home to your "nagging", having someone to hug and kiss before he falls asleep. Alas, you were gone, far, far away... at least mentally.

Physically, he saw you every other day. He stayed in the shadows, observing your every move and trying to eavesdrop your conversations with friends. You never noticed him again. Maybe because you wanted him gone so badly, or maybe because you couldn't forgive yourself that you were capable of overcoming this.

Ran was unaware of the state you were in. Staying in a relative's place meant getting accustomed to things without your lover. You were like a ghost there, nobody wanting to listen to your words, nobody caring about hygiene, general rules and norms returned you back to when Ran would look you in the eyes with this naughty spark in them, listening to your ramblings as he occasionally hummed to them, to how your shared apartment smelled like a dream, to how he would help you with chores.

Whatever mark the slap left your cheek was now long gone. You couldn't bring yourself to hate this man, even when you were reminded that he was a criminal. It felt like torture being away from him, despite his outburst. It was only that what made you feel despair, but it couldn't overpower the numerous things that man was good for, how he made your life worth it.

Your finger trembled over the "send" button but the desire was stronger and you pressed it with force, then you threw your phone on the other side of the bed.

Being the busy man he is it took him more than two hours to respond, which increased the anxiety brewing inside of you. You kept checking your phone, refreshing the messages, restarting it, even muting the messages and calls of everyone but Ran. The second you heard a notification you rushed to take your phone... it was finally him.

Your shared apartment never felt as suffocating as the first time you got in after the incident. However, in less than an hour, Ran made you feel home again.

He was now thrusting deep inside of you, holding you and squeezing you in a way that gave out how much he's been missing you these past few weeks. The air was filled with the whimpers and moans of both of you. Your bodies were connecting, resonating with one's wavelengths once again. It felt so good being able to kiss him once again, run your fingers in his hair, feel his skin against you. His voice felt like a forgotten melody you re-discovered again, and your voice felt the same to him.

"I am so.. agh.. sorry for hurting you, my dearest.." exclaimed he with a shaky from pleasure voice, his hands squeezing you tight against him, slowing his pace "please, come back to me.."

You placed a finger on his mouth and cupped his cheeks after.

"Don't.. say anything... I have already forgiven you, Ran.. I can't live without you.. this slap will never mean anything in comparison to how amazing of a lover you are... just don't do this again.".

With this the lecherous dance continued... both of you finally being at peace from your reunion.

rindou↷

The dress that he ripped apart was now on the ground, untouched since you last were in the room with him. His only company was the air filling up the room, mixed with the scent of your body mist he occasionally sprayed just to help himself imagine you around him better.

"It's no use, Rindou. You acted like a douchebag, you suffer the consequences. Hell, how could you get jealous of me? Y/n is not even close to my type."

Ran's words rung in his skull, piercing its walls. He was well aware of this fact, he wanted to run away from the guilt, from the responsibilities.

Well, safe to say he succeeded. He blamed you and only you, refusing to acknowledge the truth - that he was the one who hurt you, who suffocated you and belittled you as a human being, who only saw you as a possession. Days went by agonizingly slow, plagued by constant thoughts of you in his arms, his embrace.

It was hard living without you, as hard as swallowing the lump of responsibility that grew bigger in the man's throat.

Every victim of Bonten now looked like you in his eyes, every woman that approached him looked like you. You were impossible to be forgotten so easily, and this is why he wanted to believe that you were somehow a "curse".

Just like any deranged man lacking self-awareness and self-control, Rindou got rid of every person who dared showing romantic interest in you. They either "mysteriously vanished", or were forced by him to tell you that you are "unattractive." All of this was an evil little scheme of his. It all went well, after all. His plan was executed perfectly.

You grew self-conscious. You thought you indeed carried some sort of "curse" inside of you that repelled any potential lover, hell, even a platonic relationship. Gloominess engulfed your consciousness, forcing you to willingly isolate yourself from others, avoiding to create new possible connections with people.

Who knows? Maybe in the end you thought about returning back to him? Fool. Of course you are better than that. You burned everything that man ever gifted you, you got rid of everything that reminded you of his presence, including electronics.

Rindou's satisfaction grew stronger with realizing this. "An angel got its wings chopped, hm? Well, I shall sew them back. Now, precious, come into my arms.."

All of this was futile. You were still back in his embrace. You figured out that now after deeming yourself as a "cursed" individual, there was no use of you fighting for your freedom anymore. Faith has ordered that you shall be his forever - nothing is of power to separate you.

sanzu↷

Your body was aching, your legs were giving up on you after the night spent under Sanzu's manipulation.

He was a god in making you feel good and forgetting the fights you had occasionally because of his dimwit mentality. Empty promises of ditching the drugs and alcohol, of quitting his beloved activity of tormenting innocent citizens.

The clothes scattered on the ground were now curled in a ball in his hands. ''Who gave you the confidence to believe that you had the right over me? Why do you think that your tears have enough power to melt my heart and change me?" his words were poison, his glare was sharp. He made you feel so small by looming over your sitting form on the bed, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. ''You are awfully quiet, doll. Maybe I should be slapping you more often so you stay put, hm?"

A powerful man over your conscience, indeed. Even after the effects of the drugs have worn out. Sanzu was a man who had created his own world, with its own rules inside of it to follow. Mikey was the center of it all, and if you were not him - well, do not expect him to adhere to your whims so easily.

Your naked body shivered under the cold autumn air. It was a hassle getting your clothes on. Sanzu was already leaning on the door frame, piercing daggers in you with his glare. ''By the time I come back home from work, I expect this entire mess to be cleaned.'' spat he, playing with his weapon in his hand ''I deserve to be pampered after you angered me.'' and with this last scoff he left you in the dark room.

''Sanzu...'' you mumbled pathetically to yourself, as if this was going to teleport him back, radically changed. The last string of hope cut itself when the lonely feeling seeped in you.

Running away from that man was the best option you could do, and maybe the worst at the same time, for you never knew how hard the drugs might have hit him this particular evening.

Thankfully, Sanzu was unaware of your presence until the very next morning, when he thrashed everything that caught his eye. Bloody hands gripping his pink locks, tearing some apart, tangling others. ''I will make them pay. No, no, it ain't possible that they've ran away.. right? They can't live without me!" and such tomfoolery echoed in the room he used to share with you.

It was not that he missed you. He missed being able to control someone. Perhaps, physical torment was not his only forte.

There was no trace of you. You'd managed to collect everything from your shared home before fleeing away in another town back to your parents. Sanzu's frenzy was swiftly gone when he understood that you were no different than the next person he was going to court.

However, nobody runs away from Sanzu without any consequences. He found out where your relatives lived and just couldn't resist showing you what a.. ''treasure'' you lost. Weekly, he sent you anonymous ''gifts''. You knew that it was him, because they had most of the time dead animals with a note saying "this could be you~ they ran away just like you did, but they didn't manage to escape~", used lingerie of women he fucked and came on, limbs of his tortured victims, foods he knew you despised...

Fear always remained inside of you, surging in your veins and forcing your heart to jump out of your rib cage. You knew he was insane. You were now living with the thought of him attempting to abduct you.

No remorse nor regret was left in this man's heart, it only opened itself to tremendous amounts of hate, violence, and lecherousness.

©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are appreciated

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Chapter 89

I just finished Chapter 89

[jeoncopi]

• — wednesday — •

GET INTO IT: I’m not really sure what is this but I saw this jungkook again and so this came out lmao. (jungkook is kind of an asshoolee here tho..)

PAIRING: jungkook x reader

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

THIS IS A: drabble.

“it’s not fair! babe. let me make it up to you, hm?”

“let me go.”

“please, please, please listen to me.. babe, please.”

jungkook doesn’t seem to understand that what you feel is beyond upsetting.

how many times is he going to promise something he can’t even achieve?

“it was so simple. so, so simple jungkook.” you’re clearly upset.

“I know but—“

his arms are no longer around your body.

“that’s your excuse. ‘I know but’. everytime you say that, I know there’s some bullshit coming.” you pause. “just how many times you’ll keep this game coming up? am I some sort of game?”

“no! never!”

“so why you keep failing me like this? don’t say you’ll meet me in some place and not go. it’s your 5th time doing this shit and to be honest I even gave you too many opportunities to bounce back but you never do. only doing worst by each time. it’s embarrassing! I can’t even make plans even if it’s short with my boyfriend ‘cause he doesn’t wanna show up? embarrassing!”

“I do want to show up!”

“then why the fuck do you fail me each time?” your pierced gaze showing nothing more but annoyance with a bunch of mixed feelings. anger, sadness, disappointment, embarrassment, you name it. it couldn’t get any worst. “oh, are you gonna say ‘it’s for work’ each time I say why do you keep meeting this new girl? you think I don’t know?”

“baby I will never cheat on you if that’s what you’re implying.” tone so serious. jungkook really doesn’t want to mess things up. more so.

“fucking explain.” as sharp as you say it, you just want to know the truth.

“I.. um. agh! I don’t even know why I’m nervous, I ain’t doing dumb shit so why—“ mumbling more to himself, he clears his throat. “anyways.” careful of touching your hands in case you slap them away, he approaches you very slowly. surprisingly, you let him.

“you know how badly I want to say you’re the only girl in my eyes and that I could never love or devote to anyone the way I do with you. believe me when I say you’re the only woman in this whole world who has seen me like this and whom I treat like this.” eyes so clear, you could say he really meant this but still, you couldn’t just give in like this so you just let him speak only looking at him with the same pierced eyes. “but I hate cliche things and I know you already know all of this even if you’re mad at me so I’m just gonna say that the reason why I have been meeting this new girl is because of my manager.” he desperately pauses. “he does know I’m taken and baby,” he gently squeezes your hands onto his. “believe me when I say I make it fucking clear that I am dating YOU. like there’s no one there that doesn’t know I’m dating YOU.” he pauses. eyes glistening pleading for forgiveness while he continues to speak. “but somehow my boss wants me to get closer to her. I wasn’t even gonna speak, even look at her but he wants me and her to get close.”

“of all people?” you take his hands off of yours but he takes them back.

“I think he wants to fuck her if I’m being honest.” it’s his response.

“and that has something to do with you because…?” you still can’t believe he’s saying this shit.

“by his own words, he knows I’m the best at persuasion with people. he wants her to work with him in this big upcoming project we have and the best way to get her close is.. by talking to me.”

you’re silent. no words coming out of your mouth and that gets jungkook to plead even more.

“I swear to god say something.” anxiously biting his lips he gets closer to you but you just keep on staring at him without a word. “..babe.”

“how does that explains you dipping each we have plans?” he’s silent. “am I not your first priority? like I thought so! as YOU claim.” sarcasm wasnt out of this house.. was it?

he sighs. “you are.”

“then?”

his eyes.. they start scanning your entire body. up and down as you want to know what’s going on inside of his head.

“wanna fuck you right now.”

“what?” you just made the most disgusting face that could ever be created. “the fuck are you saying right now?! I can’t with you. i’m fucking done.” getting away from him, you head towards your room until..

he stops you by holding one side of your wrist. “no! babe- wait! l-let me just—let me show you okay? just—“ at this point he thinks he’s the most stupid man on earth. “let me show you why you’re always gonna be my first priority.”

“by fucking me?” you did a quick pause. “that’s not how you’re gonna show it! are you playing dumb? you literally can demonstrate that by fucking showing up to our supposed dates!” eyes becoming watery with anger. “if you wanted to fuck me so bad, then you’ll fucking be good to me and actually listen to me! — I won’t be giving any fucking sex right now or ever! I’m done.”

..and those were your last worst before slapping his hands away from him and smashing the door in front of his face.

jungkook knows he fucked up, he also recognized after thinking for a long time that he needed to grow up. also, that not all problems can be fixed with sex! just.. who the hell he has become to? to leave his girlfriend hanging there, paying less attention to her when he thought the relationship was so fine.. his wrong doing here apart from the many failed dates and promises, was… believing that she could forgive him anytime.

they weren’t kids anymore, they’re literal adults with responsibilities and as much as he was busy, she also is. the difference being, that she could make time for him while he focused way too much into getting his boss to hook up with this new girl.. he thought about how fucked up it was, but even when he didn’t agree with it at all, he still continued to help..

why?

jungkook himself didn’t even know the answer to it only that he just continued to act on literal command..

was this also too much for him? many things needed to get fixed.. but still, he hoped that his pretty, number one girl could ever come again and forgive him.. give him another chance.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would the suitors reaction be when their wife ( Crewle daughter) is pregnant with triplets? And meeting the kids after birth?

With Ruggie, Jack, Lions, Malleus, Silver, Trey, Vil and Ace

Triplets Are Here | Yandere Twisted Wonderland Crewel Daughter

Ruggie Bucci

“What can I say I’m a beast in bed!” 

He’s not going to act like it even could have been inherited to you

He’s got a whole new air of confidence

Not only does he have the woman of his dreams 

But he knocked her up times three

Hopefully that will squash anyone else’s delusions about being with you

Either way he doesn’t mind getting rid of them the old fashioned way

“Awww they look like we had babies! Oh wait-”

“Just focus on feeding that one.”

“Yes Mama!” 

Jack Howl

“...!”

“Jack?”

“!!!!”

“Jack?!”

“!!!!”

“If you faint now, I won’t catch you!”

This is the best news 

A strong litter, a perfect mate

He’s protecting his already larger than average pack

“Back away or I will not hesitate to end your life. I’ve got four lives to protect now.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Geez…three?”

“Don’t make that face.”

“What face? I’m just surprised you took me so well.”

He has mixed feelings about it

Especially when he’s catering to you as your belly swells to an almost unbelievable size

And you groan in pain

“Why don’t the brats just get here. I hate seeing you in pain.”

He’s heard of other lions so jealous they kill their kin

But as he holds the little bundles he can’t begin to fathom it

He might just cry

Malleus Draconia

“If you and I were not made for each other, theres noway this could be.”

He’s ecstatic 

But the entirety of Briar Valley and the world around you must be made to cater to you

Devoted to your comfort and health above all else 

he even struggles to let Crewel see you

“Nothing will ever hurt my loves. My babes. My wive. I’d curse the world for you.”

Genocide Murder spree ensues should there be any pain or assassination attempts

No one’s so much as flicking you 

He’d sooner rend them to ash

Silver

“Three…at the same time…?”

“Yes so we’ll have to get three times the baby equipment and–Silver?”

“Three…in…you?”

He’s barely processing any of it 

Even when he’s practically carrying the four of you as you waddle places

“Our babies…”

“Aren’t they precious they have your eyes!”

“M-m-my eyes-? Agh-!”

“Its okay babe this is a good time to cry.”

“H-how did Dad do it!? I-I’m never letting any of you leave me!”

Any protective traits are amplified even higher

And if there was ever a time he refused to kill anyone in his pursuit for love

That has long since past

Trey Clover 

“Well I did always say I wanted a big family!”

He’s thrilled to see your tummy rounding with his children

All while you incessantly demand for his sweets and cooking

And he’s jumping to his tooth brush after a rough morning 

But its all made even better when they arrive

Little mixes of his love and himself 

“They’ll have the cutest little teeth!”

He definitely saves them when they get older

But he’s the perfect papa

Poisoned sweets and all

Vil Schoenheit

“We’ll be parents…is that registering?”

“Barely. When we agreed to marry I doubted ever moving further than that.”

“Does it make you unhappy?”

“Not in the slightest.”

He’s brimming with anxiety 

Worry eating away as he contemplates his own jealousy and the excitement of having a  child

It doesn’t become much easier when the triplets arrive

He despises the paparazzi 

So much so he’s willing to set his rabid fans on them

Purge them of every photo of his adorable babes

He’s the only one who gets the honor

A dazzling photo of your delivery is only for his eyes

Doxx the peeping toms

“They’re all mine. I’m willing to lose everything for them.”

Ace Trappola

“Dang! I really am amazing–Ow! Joking, joking.”

He couldn’t be happier

What better way to prove his love ownership of the sexiest woman alive if it weren’t for the giant round belly you had

And soon to be three little rascals that are further testaments of his status

He’ll whine about things 

Probably more than you 

But in the end he’s glowing with pride as you look down at your freshly born babies

“Ehehe they can’t deny that I may have children for days but I’ve got game.”

[ak319]

I absolutely love ur platonic yandere Arthur fic!!

Also I wanted to ask what would happen when a dangerous situation arose in the camp and reader got caught in the middle and gotten shot or had an injury because of it.

💌 Tysm for reading and the ask! This one surely has the potential to be fluff!

The fire crackled softly as you sipped your (tea/coffee), lost in thought. It was around 6 p.m., and Arthur, Dutch, and a few others had gone out on a heist. Though you dreaded the nature of their work, you still found yourself hoping everything went smoothly, if only to keep them safe. You hated the thought of praying for your brother's return at the expense of others’ losses, yet a part of you couldn’t help but wish that the innocent came away unscathed.

With most of the gang out, the camp was quieter than usual, leaving just you, Pearson, Hosea, Annabelle, and John by the fire. But the unexpected arrival of shadowy figures made your stomach twist, the O' Driscoll boys. Tensions with them had been escalating, and now they stood at the edge of the camp, their expressions dark and unyielding.

Annabelle gripped your arm, pulling you close. “Stay by me,” she whispered, as Hosea and Pearson stepped forward, attempting to keep the peace. John joined them, his hand twitching near his belt, and you grimaced, knowing his quick temper could easily escalate things.

“(Y/N), get to your tent!” Annabelle hissed urgently, her grip tightening on your arm. Her voice was low, almost a growl. You both being still unnoticed by the men feet away in the dark.

“What? I’m not leaving you here alone-”

“I can handle myself. You’re not ready for this, but here, take this,” she said, pressing a revolver into your hands. “Just in case.”

You hesitated, then ducked back toward your tent, heart pounding. Once inside, you doused the lantern and crouched in the shadows, revolver aimed at the tent’s entrance. Every muffled insult and tense laugh outside made your pulse race as you waited, breath held, bracing for whatever might come.

Then, gunshots rang out, mingling with the frantic neighs of horses. Shit. Shit. The situation had escalated. Agony twisted through you, both mentally and physically, as you sat there in the pitch dark, clueless about what was unfolding outside. Your lips moved in silent prayers, hoping for everyone’s safety and Arthur’s swift return.

The tent flap flew open, and Annabelle’s distinct shout of protest echoed outside. You recoiled as a man stepped in, his eyes flashing with surprise when they landed on you. Before he could react, you squeezed the trigger without hesitation. The bullet struck his thigh, and he doubled over with a furious growl of pain.

"AGH! You bitch!" He lunged forward, and the man’s weight crashed onto you, knocking the air from your lungs. "Little rat," he snarled through the pain, his hands gripping your wrists with bruising force, forcing the revolver from your fingers. Panic clawed at you as you struggled beneath him, desperate to twist free. You kicked hard, aiming for his injured thigh, and he grunted, momentarily loosening his grip and punching your face twice in return.

"You got some nerve...maybe we can just take you with us."

Taking advantage of his distraction, you managed to wrestle one hand free and clawed at his face, your nails digging into his cheek. He cursed, reeling back, but his fist connected sharply with your ribs, sending a fiery shock of pain through your side. You gasped, the sound cut short as he pressed down harder, his hand fumbling for the revolver between you.

You thrashed, trying to pry the gun from his grip, both of you wrestling for control. Your fingers wrapped around the cold metal of the revolver, and you tugged with all your might. But then, with a deafening crack, the gun went off, and pain seared through your shoulder as the bullet tore into you.

The shock overtook you first, numbness washing over your arm before the agony settled in, hot and blinding. The world spun as you gasped, fighting to stay conscious, but the weight of him bore down, and the pain was almost unbearable. Then a second shot resounded but this one targeted the man, killing him and his body instantly falling over, half of his body still on you.

"HEY! Oh, God! Ms. ANNABELLE! (Y/N) has been shot!" John shouted as he crouched beside you and soon Annabelle entered, the silence outside indicated that maybe it had ended, but you didn't have the strength to ask, your mind focused on the pain and the trauma of what had just occurred, making you lose your senses. Dimly, you heard Annabelle’s frantic voice somewhere outside the tent, yelling for help, but the darkness started to close in, dragging you under.

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When Arthur returned to camp along with Dutch, Charles and Sean, he didn't even imagine that his day would end like this. That he would hear about an attack on the camp and that too when they weren't here, when he wasn't here. The happiness that had enveloped him due to the successful heist had diminished in a flick of a wrist, and on top of that, he got informed of what had happened with…you.

Arthur’s jaw clenched as he watched you lying there, fragile and bruised beneath Annabelle’s watchful gaze. The fury rising within him was unlike anything he’d felt before, a white-hot rage that blazed through every fibre of his being. It was one thing for these men to skirmish with him and the gang, to take potshots or swipe supplies. But this… this was different. They’d targeted the heart of his camp. They’d come after you, knowing full well you were defenseless. And that, he swore, would be the last mistake they'd ever make.

"She's…fine. She will be. I wanted to take her to the clinic but decided against it as it still might be unsafe out there so, I treated her here…"

He barely heard Annabelle’s voice as she spoke, her words filtering in slowly through the storm in his mind. Each shallow breath you took sounded louder to him than the gunfire he’d just come from. His fists balled tightly, his nails biting into his palms as his focus honed to a single thought, revenge.

Arthur spun around, his boots thudding heavily on the ground as he headed for the stables. He was blind to the concerned glances cast his way, blind to the way Dutch and Hosea turned in alarm as he tore through the camp with a single, furious purpose.

“Arthur! Where the hell you off to now?!” Dutch’s voice broke through the clamor of his rage, but Arthur didn’t slow down.

"Going to settle the score." He’d take every one of those bastards down, one by one if he had to. They’d pay for what they’d done, for the way they’d left you, his only real family, his anchor, his one solace in a life torn apart by violence. They attacked his fucking honour.

Arthur mounted his horse and gave Dutch a final look over his shoulder, his eyes fierce and dark with purpose. Without another word, he dug his heels in, spurring his horse into a gallop as he disappeared into the night, bound for blood.

Dutch watched him go, an uneasy grimace crossing his face. “Charles, go after him. Make sure he don’t do something stupid.”

Charles nodded grimly and saddled up. But even he knew there’d be no talking Arthur down tonight.

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After wiping out the small hideout , which didn't take too long to find anyway. He came back and since then, he remained by your side, dismissing Annabelle.

Arthur sat close, his presence solid and grounding as if he could shield you from anything else that might harm you. His eyes, though softened now, held the shadows of all he’d gone through, the remnants of his own silent terror. He looked down at your hand, opening it with a gentleness that almost felt out of place.

It took him so much to bury the fear, of nearly losing you.

The one whose mischievous giggles annoyed him when you stole and hid his hat.

The one he showed his sketches to.

The one who tended to his wounds.

The only one who could bring that hint of his mother’s cooking.

“Here,” he murmured, pulling a small box from his pocket. “A gift.”

You blinked, lifting your gaze from your lap, a glint of curiosity breaking through your daze. He opened the box to reveal a simple yet precious pearl set, mirroring something he saw in you. But there was no escaping the knowledge of its likely origin, and you felt an old, familiar discomfort creeping up.

Before you could protest, he placed the box firmly in your hand, fingers closing over it in a silent insistence.

“It’s…I-”

“Shush. It’s yours.” He didn’t let you finish. It was the same line he always used, the one that seemed to erase the shadows of guilt whenever he brought you something from the spoils of his risky life, whether it be fruits, snacks or clothes.

“T-thank you,” you whispered, his rare smile easing some of the ache.

“I… I’m just so glad you’re safe,” he said, his voice rough as he squeezed your hand as if steadying himself as much as you. “I don’t even want to think…”

“This was bound to happen someday,” you managed to croak out, your voice scratchy yet resigned.

“No! No, it wasn't!” he argued, the tension in his voice unmistakable as he brushed a lock of hair from your face, his hand holding you steady. “I feel like… hell, like I let you down, and that just… just eats at me. I’m sorry, Chumchum." He knew that nickname annoyed you, but this time, it made you crack a smile. His grip tightened, and he leaned in, a promise in his silence, vowing to keep you safe at any cost.

“Not… your fault,” you murmured, voice faint but steady. “I’m… fine now.” Arthur nodded, a glimmer of relief in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around you in a gentle, side hug and placed a soft kiss on top of your head, careful to not cause you pain at the same time, holding you close as to make himself believe that you were here, safe and in the shelter of his arms. The warmth of his shoulder offered you a comfort you didn’t realize you’d been aching for, and before you knew it, you were crying softly, letting the weight of everything slip away against him. At that moment, he felt like a mixture of all the care you’d ever known, both fierce and gentle. Parental even.

"Don't worry, I fuckin took care of those bastards, did worse than what they did to you, won't even think of coming here ever again. Assholes." He was trying to comfort you in his own way, and somehow, this time, it worked.

For days afterwards, he hovered like a mother hen, fussing over every detail of your recovery. He made sure you rested, brought meals to your cot to feed you, and sat nearby for quiet company, even engaging in lighthearted bickering. And when he noticed the tension, took you for walks or even rides to town, be it the theatre or the circus. Whatever you wanted.

It felt so warm, like a blanket you hadn’t known you’d been missing until it was wrapped around you again. You saw how much he tried, how fiercely he watched over you, going out of his way to keep you steady. And in a way, you felt proud of him, too. You knew that, beneath the hardened shell of a man shaped by gunpowder and grit, he was still your brother.

(AN: Kay fun fact, so in English, Chum is like a petname, but in my language, Chumchum is the name of a sweet/dessert, lol.)

[unpopularwriter25]

Clash of Hearts

Summary: Y/N is tired of Sanemi being mean to everyone. One night in his room leads to bickering and something more.

Warnings: 18+!! Minors go away...I guess smutt? Not hard terms though.

Note: I TOLD MYSELF I WASN'T GOING TO WRITE THIS SHIT. SON OF BITCH. AGH. This might be shit but I hope you Sanemi simps enjoy. (Let me know if this is something I should try again. I was so hesitant about posting it.)

Sanemi and Y/N had always been like oil and water, their personalities clashing at every turn. Her sweet nature and his aggressive demeanor seemed like they could never find common ground. She couldn’t understand how someone could be so mean, especially to someone as kind as Tanjiro.

One evening, their latest argument found them in the confines of Sanemi’s room. Y/N had taken issue with the way Sanemi was talking to Tanjiro, his harsh words and sharp tone grating on her nerves. Sanemi’s irritation was palpable, his brow furrowed and jaw set. Y/N huffed in frustration.

“Fine, whatever,” she snapped. “Just stop being mean to everyone.”

She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, Sanemi’s arm shot out, blocking her path. “We’re not done here,” he growled.

Y/N spun back to face him, eyes blazing. “What are you talking abou—”

Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed into hers with a force that stole her breath away. She let out a soft gasp, her hands flying to his chest in surprise. Their tongues intertwined in a fierce dance, each kiss more desperate than the last. His hands roamed her body, slipping under her uniform with a sense of urgency, groping and squeezing as if he couldn’t get enough.

They undressed each other in a frenzy, clothes discarded carelessly onto the floor. Sanemi lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he backed her into the wall. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling, urging him on. He was rough, each movement driven by a pent-up aggression that he had kept bottled up for too long.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured into her ear, his voice a low, husky growl. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back at his words, a whimper escaping her lips. The sounds she was making were driving him wild, each gasp and moan pushing him closer to the edge. He gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, surely leaving bruises in their wake. She buried her face in his neck, trying to muffle her cries, her nails clawing at his back as he picked up the pace.

“Sanemi,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. “Please…”

With a final, forceful thrust, they both reached their peak, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their release. Sanemi held her close, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath. Her legs still wrapped around him, she clung to him, her body spent but her mind reeling.

As they stood there, still pressed against the wall, Y/N buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath hot against his skin. “Sanemi,” she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. “I hate how much I need you.”

He tightened his grip on her, his heart pounding in his chest. “I know,” he whispered back, his voice rough with emotion. “I know.”

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they had found in each other’s arms. Despite their differences, in that moment, they were perfect for each other.

[frownyalfred]

I know how everyone hates miscommunication tropes but bear with me

What if Martha and Thomas ARE proud of Bruce? Of the Gotham he created? Of the father he became?

But they're still Gotham socialites, there's a way to behave and a way to show emotion, the problem is, that way of show emotion was the norm 30 years ago, and a Bruce who was shielded from that world wouldn't even know about it.

So in the end, everyone just, never says enough, Bruce thinks that his parents are disappointed in him. And Martha and Thomas think Bruce was better off without them, better as a concept, a ghost of the past than active members of the family Bruce made without them.

This is very realistic which I dig. Miscommunication happens ALL the time and it would make sense that it happens even with the Batfamily. Everyone thinks them coming back was a a mistake but for different reasons, and they all blame themselves. AGH.