#because i would start violently making out with him every time i saw him covered in blood

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Both meow meows at once Nishiki and Majima for blorbo bingo

:D So to make things simpler, I indeed answered both at once. Purple is for both, blue is for Nishiki, pink is for Majima.

Can You Tell I'm Not Normal About Them?

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSTALKERㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Dick Grayson x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How it's like having him as your stalker?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

You never noticed him at first.

Which was strange, really. Because Dick was a presence—magnetic, charming, always the kind of guy who could steal attention in any room, even when he wasn’t trying.

But with you? He liked to stay hidden. Lurking in the shadows. Watching.

At first, it was innocent (or so he told himself). He noticed you at a coffee shop one day, lost in a book, chewing on the end of your pen as you scribbled something in a notebook. He found himself drawn to the little things—the way you furrowed your brows when concentrating, the way you smiled at something on your phone, the soft way you carried yourself. It was just curiosity at first. That’s all.

Then he saw you again. And again. And suddenly, he was seeing you everywhere.

It became a habit, a compulsion. He memorized your routine like it was a mission. When you got coffee. What time you left work. What stores you liked to browse in. He told himself he was just making sure you were safe—because Gotham was dangerous, right? A girl like you, alone? Vulnerable? It only made sense that he’d keep an eye on you.

Then he got closer.

It started small. Brushing past you on the subway, close enough to inhale the scent of your shampoo. Sitting near you in a cafe, pretending to be busy on his phone while he listened to the way you spoke. Learning your favorite drink, so he could leave it waiting for you at the counter when you arrived—anonymously, of course. You’d glance around, confused, but never knew it was him.

You weren’t even aware that he was already in your apartment.

Not when you were there, of course—he’d never scare you like that. But while you were out? He’d slip inside with an ease that almost disappointed him (you really needed better locks). He never took anything—he just… looked. Examined the little pieces of your life. The books stacked beside your bed. The jewelry you left on the dresser. The clothes draped over the chair, still carrying the ghost of your body’s warmth.

He touched them sometimes. Ran his fingers over the fabric. Just to feel close to you.

The obsession grew.

He started taking things—small things, things you wouldn’t notice were gone. A hair tie. A receipt you left on the counter. A half-used tube of lip balm. They were trophies, proof that he was part of your world even if you didn’t know it yet.

And the pictures. Oh, the pictures.

They covered his walls. You smiling. You asleep on the bus, head tucked against the window. You looking at a menu, deep in thought. Hundreds of them, from every angle, every moment of your life he could capture without you noticing.

And the best part?

You liked him.

You had no idea, of course, but Dick could see it. The way you glanced at him when he finally started talking to you, when he finally made himself known in your life. It was easy—he was charming, he was sweet, he was everything you’d want in a guy.

So he inserted himself into your life, seamlessly.

“Oh, hey, fancy seeing you here!” A bright smile. A friendly laugh. “What a coincidence, huh?”

It wasn’t a coincidence.

It was orchestrated, down to the second. Every “random” encounter, every meeting—it was all planned, deliberate. But you didn’t question it. Why would you? He was Dick Grayson. A gentleman. A hero.

You never realized the full weight of his devotion.

Never realized how deep it ran.

Never realized how much worse it could get.

Because the thought of losing you? The thought of someone else having you?

It made him sick.

It made him furious.

It made him violent.

You noticed the change after a while. The possessiveness in his touch, the way his grip lingered on your wrist, the way his blue eyes darkened when you so much as smiled at another man.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” he’d say, voice honey-sweet. “You’re too trusting, sweetheart. Not everyone has good intentions.”

Not like him.

So when your ex went missing, you didn’t think much of it.

When that guy at work—the one who flirted with you—got mugged and beaten within an inch of his life, you chalked it up to Gotham’s crime rate.

And when you started feeling like you were being watched, even in the safety of your own home—well.

Dick was always there to reassure you.

“It’s okay, babe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

And he meant it.

Even if that meant keeping you all to himself.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, repost or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[crookedteethed]

18+ loss of virginity, mentions of non-con, brief smut descriptions

⋆ ★ Thinking about how the Rafe's would take your virginity. <3

Season One Rafe would so take your V card at one of the kook parties, or maybe even in the secluded rec room at the Country Club during Midsummer's. Either way, I can see you losing your virginity to him in a public place. Somewhere where his friends are too, so after he fucks you, he can immediately boost about it.

Ugh, I could see it now, his stupid hair slicked back, his suit bluer than ever, and that silly smile on his face whispering into Topper's ear: 

"Guess who I just had face down ass up on the pool table in the rec room." (Bonus points if you're the hottest girl on the island everyone's been trying to touch.) 

He'd nag you about having sex with him, especially if you'd been talking to one another for months (Not dating. Talking.) 

He would make pass after pass at you every time you'd make out with each other: His hand would sometimes snake its way underneath your skirt, and he'd press on your clothed mound with his thick fingers, or he would (very childishly) start popping you in the back with your bra strap to try to get you to take it off. He'd stopped when you went braless.

When telling season one Rafe that you were a virgin, you almost saw an uncontrollable smile creep onto his face--it's just something having ownership over ones very FIRST sexual interaction (This would be a recurring theme for him in each season.). 

But with that being said, this man would not go soft on you. 

Season Two Rafe, he's got a lot of shit on his plate: he wants to get in the good graces with his father, those stupid pouges have his gold, and he suspects that something could be wrong with him, but no one wants to listen to him. The last thing he needs is a girlfriend that won't put out.

In season two, Rafe knew you were a virgin, and he knew you'd been waiting until you had at least been together for a few months--which, surprisingly, he was okay with--as long as you two could do oral on each other--which you did. 

But one day, a violent fight between Rafe and his father broke out on a date night. 

You'd offer to reschedule the reservations you made for dinner--reschedule the whole day, but to your dismay, Rafe still wanted to go for it. 

It wasn't until after dinner when you were both sitting outside of Tanny Hill in Rafe's truck, that Rafe got himself worked up going over the events from earlier with Ward. 

It wasn't until you both were inside his house that he started complaining about other things--more evidently about you and your stupid virginity saving.

Nonetheless, you just let the boy rant because he was mad; it didn't stop you from your heavy make-out session on his bed later that night.

Something was particularly rough about this make-out session; every time he went to kiss your lips, his hand would wrap around your throat, and every time you protested, his other hand would cover your mouth. 

In the moment, it only felt right to Rafe to overpower you completely, hiking up your dress and pulling down your panties to your knees, along with his slacks and his briefs. 

He cooed you when you cried--as if he weren't the one inflicting your pain, he held you tight when you tried to push him away, and he'll whisper in your ear, "How could you hold out on me with such good pussy like this." every time you told him 'no."

You would almost lose your virginity to Season Three Rafe in a heated moment of vulnerability. 

Rafe would open up to you about his troubles, which ultimately led to him telling you about the bad things he's done to the pouges—to his sister—in the past and how bad he felt. 

And there was something so attractive about THEE kook king breaking down his exterior just for you. 

When the moment got heated with a shared passionate kiss, as Rafe lips left a wet trail down your neck, you moaned, "Rafe, I'm a virgin." and then he stopped. 

Rafe knew he wanted to take your virginity, but he didn't want to make any more brash decisions; he wanted your first time to be special. 

A month or so later, he takes you with him on a business trip to  Guadeloupe--he doesn't tell you what type of business he's doing; all you know is that when he's done, you can have him all to yourself. 

And fuck is he so charming. 

He rents a condo for you two, takes you shopping, and takes you to fancy dinners.

After being out all day, you'd come back to the condo with a trail of roses leading to the bedroom (very cheesy, but he's doing his best). 

Now, don't get me wrong. Just because season three Rafe did take the liberty of making your first-time special doesn't mean he will go all soft on you. 

He does let your cunt adjust to his length for a few slow strokes--until he's completely wrecking your shit--I'm talking about his tip kissing your cervix and him making you squirt for the first time.

[thesquidgame]

The Moments After

Hwang In-ho x wife!reader

Part One Part Two

Summary: In-ho deals with your sudden collapse while you receive treatment.

Warnings: angst, medical emergency, hospital, stitches, blood, viral infection, understaffed hospitals, trauma, violence

Word Count: 2.5k~

In-ho didn’t know how slowly time could pass before today. Sitting in the sterile white hallway of the hospital, bouncing his knee, staring down at his blood-soaked hands, every minute felt like hours. He always thought that was an exaggeration, but here, in this moment, he knew it to be true. Every now and then he would look up when he thought that at least half an hour had passed, only to find that it had been less than a minute.

After he had run you into the ER, chaos erupted. An entire medical staff instantly swarmed you, asking countless questions, all that he was almost too frazzled to answer. He told them only what he knew; that you had been acting strange lately, what strange behaviors you had, and that he woke up earlier that night to find you throwing up blood. And that you hadn’t stopped since you had started.

After that he could only focus on you, screaming your name over and over again as you blinked your eyes slowly, in a daze of blood loss and whatever had happened to you to make you throw up so much.

And then, the hand he didn’t even realize was gripping yours slipped away from his. A nurse held him back as they wheeled you into a deeper part of the hospital that he couldn’t enter. It was suddenly very quiet. Unlike the insanity that had just happened around him, there was complete and total stillness around him. He was far enough into the hospital that the noises of the ER were inaudible. In-ho never knew how quiet a hospital could be, but between the silence, the white walls, and the glacial pace of time, it felt like he was being tortured.

It had been an hour since he had arrived in the hospital, he only knew because of how often he glanced at the clock before any staff talked to him. 

“Sir? Are your feet alright?” 5 AM, the time he knew the doctors changed shifts in your hospital. The man speaking was young and looked terrified by seeing a 40-year-old man covered in blood sitting in an empty hallway. “Are- are you okay?”

In-ho glanced down to see that tracks of blood were running from his feet. He just noticed the pain. He still didn’t care. “No, I need to know what’s happening to my wife?” He demanded as he stood up.

Shame washed over him. Why hadn’t he asked before? He knew the answer, he didn’t want to talk to anybody, that would make this real.

“Sir, I- I think you need to get some stitches first, your feet look-” 

In-ho made the difference between him and the young doctor. He picked him up by the collar and slammed him against the wall. In-ho didn’t consider himself a violent man, but right now he had no idea what he was capable of. 

“What happened to my wife.” He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.

“I- I think I need to treat your feet fi-” In-ho pushed him further into the wall.

The doctor gulped, “What- what’s her name?”

In-ho let go. “(Y/n) Hwang.”

“Nurse Hwang is your wife?” The doctor looked away.

“Yes.” In-ho had done countless trainings and interrogated countless criminals. He knew when someone was afraid of something. “Why are you looking away from me.”

The doctor started walking away, stammering, “If you come with me, I can help you find out what ha-”

“Don’t walk away from me. What aren’t you telling me.” The doctor stopped in his tracks.

When he turned around, In-ho saw tears on his cheeks. “I’m sorry. We- we didn’t know.”

In-ho stalked towards him, leaving almost no space between him and the younger man. “Didn’t know what.”

“We noticed she was acting strange. We thought- we thought it must just be stress.” He gulped, “and if it wasn’t,” he got quiet, “we didn’t know how to deal with it. We were all so stressed out all the time. We- we didn’t have any time or resources to step in or talk to her about it.”

They knew something was wrong with his wife, but they hadn’t done anything about it. In-ho wanted to grab the doctor and slam him against the wall. But he couldn’t. Hadn’t he done the same exact thing? Hadn’t he been too stressed to prod further about what was happening? In-ho thought that because you were a nurse, you would do something if you thought something was wrong, or talk to him about it. He was just as bad as them. No, he was worse. He was your husband. He was supposed to take care of you, that was what he had sworn to do on the best day of his life, your wedding day.

In-ho wanted to break down. He wanted to collapse and roll into a ball on the ground and cry. But he couldn’t. He didn’t know anything about your condition, he had to figure out what was happening, he had to do something.

In-ho croaked, “What happened to her?”

The doctor silently walked away, sensing what had just happened, and In-ho followed behind. “I’m going to see if anyone can come tell us what happened.” He pressed dials on a phone and called someone. “A doctor will be here soon. The surgery is almost over.”

Surgery? In-ho knew there was a reason that all of the doctors and nurses had rushed away and not come back, but hearing it was different than just simply knowing it.

“Can I look at the cuts on your feet?”

In-ho didn’t respond, just sat down in a chair and put his head in his hands. 

It was another long wait before anyone came out to talk to In-ho, and eventually, a woman and a man came out wearing scrubs, “Mr. Hwang?”

In-ho stood up immediately, staring at the doctor who looked to be the same age as him. In-ho didn’t have to ask the question, the doctor already knew what he was waiting to hear. The other doctor sighed, “She’s alive.”

In-ho let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “My name is Dr. Park, would you like to take a seat?”

He didn’t like that. In-ho knew that tone of voice. He had used the same one at his job when he was giving bad news. “No, tell me now.”

The doctor reached up and took off his surgical cap. “Your wife had a large blood vessel in her esophagus explode, causing internal bleeding. We were able to help correct it using bands in surgery.” The doctor sighed again, as In-ho held his breath. “However, that isn’t the concerning part. There is almost always an underlying condition causing this. We sent a rush blood panel down and found that your wife’s liver results came back abnormal. We believe she has cirrhosis.”

Cirrhosis. He had only heard about this in passing when you were studying for your nursing exams. You had made a stack of notecards at least three feet tall, and he spent weeks quizzing you. In-ho had always had a good memory and was usually able to pick out pieces relating to the disease, but for some reason, he couldn’t remember anything relating to cirrhosis.

“What, what does this mean?” In-ho said, panic exuding through his voice.

“I’d like to talk further when your wife wakes up, it’s best if we discuss with the patient and the patient’s family there.”

In-ho wanted to was rush over and hit this doctor until he told him everything he wanted to know, but his priorities were still on you. He had to conserve his energy, and arguing with the doctor would only take more energy than he had to waste. “Can I see her?”

“Yes, she’s right this way.” This doctor said nothing about the blood In-ho was leaving on the floor. He had been doing this a lot longer than the other one and knew that stitches were the least important thing in In-ho’s mind at this point.

You were lying in the bed, still unconscious from surgery. “We were able to go in laparoscopically, meaning that we put a tube down her throat and operated from there.”

In-ho didn’t care about what that meant, he just rushed to your side and grabbed one of your hands in both of his. Your hands felt cold and clammy, and he looked to your side to see that there was a blood bag attached to your arm next to another one giving you other fluids.

“Is there anyone we can call for you? You were listed as her emergency contact, so we weren’t sure if you had any family you’d like us to call.” The nurse waiting next to Dr. Park asked. 

In-ho didn’t pause, “Yes, my brother.” He realized that he had left his phone in your apartment in his rush to get you to the hospital. He quickly gave Jun-ho’s number and went back to directing his complete and full attention at you.

In a couple of minutes, the young doctor from before came into the room pushing a small metal cart. “Mr. Hwang, can I quickly treat your foot wounds? You won’t have to leave her side. It’s best to do it now so you won’t have to leave her side later if it gets worse.”

In-ho didn’t move, and the doctor took it as a sign to continue. The younger doctor had clearly been lectured on what best to say to the loved one of an injured person. He painstakingly pulled glass piece after glass piece out of In-ho’s foot, washed each cut carefully, and then stitched up each one. He was in miserable pain, but In-ho didn’t move. It was a small dosage of the punishment he deserved for ignoring your illness.

The doctor silently left after he was finished wrapping the wounds, and In-ho continued the self-inflicted torture he put himself through inside his head.

The door burst open, and Jun-ho rushed inside, a nurse hot on his heels. “Sir, you can’t be in here! It’s not visiting hours.”

“It’s 6:45, visiting hours start in 15 minutes,” Jun-ho said, ignoring her further protests to run forward and kneel next to his brother. “In-ho, are you alright? What happened? They wouldn’t tell me anything on the phone.” 

“She’s sick. She’s really sick.” In-ho said. 

Jun-ho’s face was shocked. “What are you talking about? How long has this been going on?”

“I don’t know. I- I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t think it could be this.” He paused, taking a deep breath, “she had to have surgery. She started…” In-ho shuddered, “she started throwing up blood earlier this morning, and I had to drive her to the hospital.”

Jun-ho didn’t know what to do, or say. His brother was glued to your side, so he couldn’t hug him. They had been through something slightly similar when Jun-ho was 8 and their father had died, but past it both being sick family members, everything else was different. In-ho was 20 when their dad died, and he was the one comforting Jun-ho. Now it was Jun-ho’s turn, and he had no idea how to do it. 

This was his wife. The reason In-ho got out of bed in the morning; you were his entire life. Your wedding date was his passcode, and his lock screen was you on the day you graduated nursing school.

“In-ho, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. Do they know what it is?”

In-ho squeezed your hand tighter, “I don’t know the details, but it’s something with her liver. It’s… It’s bad Jun-ho.”

There was nothing else for Jun-ho to say. No band-aid that could fix it, not call to anyone to change it. He sat down next to his brother, and like In-ho, waited.

It was only a couple of hours before you woke up, dazed and blinking slowly. Your eyes immediately moved towards the man holding your hand, “In-ho?”

Your voice hurt to speak, it felt like there were rusty nails in your windpipe.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” In-ho surged toward you, beginning to stroke your hair with his hand.

“What- what happened?” You saw In-ho’s brother push a button next to your bed.

“What do you remember?” He said, slowly and soothingly.

“I remember feeling sick, and getting up to throw up, and- and that’s it.” You said, blinking in confusion.

In-ho looked like he started to say something before a doctor and a nurse walked into the room, both of them being people you had worked with before. Dr. Park was the nicest doctor in the hospital you thought. He was a man of few words and never sugarcoated anything, but he always took care of his patients' needs. The nurse was a new hire, she was one that you always covered for, and there was a strange expression on her face.

“Ms. Hwang, I’m glad you're awake.” He said, pulling a stool forward that had been in the corner of the room. 

“My husband was just about to tell me what happened.” You said, still confused at what was happening.  You looked up at In-ho, and there was a look of sheer terror on his face, confusing you even further. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

He did his best to wipe that look off his face, but it didn’t really work, “nothing, I just want to hear what the doctor has to say.”

Dr. Park took a deep breath, before explaining something that would change your life forever. “Ms. Hwang, your husband brought you in early this morning after you threw up blood. He told us that you had been having some odd symptoms, and frankly, some of the staff were able to recount some for me as well. We did some blood work, and noticed some unusual things.” You held your breath. “The first thing we noticed, was that you tested positive for Hepatitis C, do you have any knowledge of this?”

You and In-ho were both shocked, “no, I- I had no idea.” 

Dr. Park sighed again, a sound that was quickly becoming foreboding, “Do you have any past use of drugs, any knowledge of any family members carrying the virus, or any contact with used needles.”

And then it hit you, “Yes. When I was in my first month as a nurse I got stuck with a used needle. My boss- my boss told me that it happened to everyone at some time or another and that we were busy and had to move on.” 

In-ho looked at you horrified, “Honey, what does the disease do?” He whispered, addressing you and not the doctor.

But Dr. Park cut in, “It’s a virus that can go away on its own, but other times it can stay in the body symptom-free for decades before showing harmful symptoms. It’s unlikely to be transmitted through sex, but you should get tested as well.”

While the doctor was speaking, the pieces connected in your head. Hepatitis C, vomiting up blood, the symptoms you thought were nothing. “My liver is failing, isn’t it.”

The four other people in the room turned to you. The look on In-ho’s face killed you, so you had to look away and move your glance to Dr. Park.

He stared you in the eyes, and said, “Yes, it is.”

I'm taking a break from the series, I'll probably write part three after my next fic!

Tags: @bigdaddddyyyyy @kimeungun114 @eviesmoon @jspidey5 @kyl13sm1l3y @watasinekoru @starkeyszn @multifandomgirllol @annasnape7 @sylviavf @foulbreadpaenut @unaaasz @vrystalius @ultimate-simp-10

[chrisisvbun]

breasts. logan howlett x ftm!reader

n/a: so I really thought of this cus I'm trans and i have really big tits and even though when I started transitioning I hated them, now I accepted them and I don't hurt ny body anymore slay. trigger warning of a trans man loving and embracing his tits sorry.

synopsis: because you always wear binders, logan never saw your breasts before and didn't really care, until he ran into you in the training room.

cw: smut; touching breasts, desperate grinding, afab terms use, reader parts are called hole and breasts or tits. sweaty sex; praising; slight age gap; reader is smaller than logan; wide description of reader's tits; a bit of dysphoria and transphobia; logan being animalistic; bitting with blood, a lot; reader is a wolf mutant cus why not. Logan and reader are both switches.

words: 1.5k

Logan and you didn't talk that much, tho Logan would love to yapp about you for hours.

He would never admit the fat crush he has on you, is like everything you do is a reason for him to get excited and flustered.

It's not that you were oblivious, it's just that Logan wouldn't show that side of him to anyone. Not that he would kick his feet in bed, but he locks himself and covers his warm face in his palms until he calms down.

You were so goddamn handsome, you had beautiful hair, some juicy lips from where your adorable fangs would peek every time and a couple of eyes that made his knees shake every time you hold eye contact. God you were gorgeous.

He wanted more. He wanted to see more of you, to discover your body in his hands, he was just so desperate to have you. Like a starving puppy.

The fact that both of you were kinda animalistic should've make him get closer, tho he denied it, he couldn't, he couldn't get closer, if he did, he was gonna lose his mind the second he smelled that masculine cologne you wore for longer than two minutes.

That is until Scott, Ororo, and Jean left you two in the mansion for almost a week to go on one of those long missions. You weren't stuck with him because you had the kids and other friends, but the five of you were the ones who spent more time with each other.

Out of topic, Logan knew. Of course he did, you didn't hide it, you were proud about being trans, and you weren't afraid of saying you were. Also, you were kinda intimidating, those sharp fangs (he wanted you to bite him) and claws (he wanted you to scratch his back until bleeding) could scare anyone. But when you weren't in a feral, animalistic state, you looked like an adorable puppy, with big irises and pupils that shined every time you opened them. Thinking about it better, he had seen you more in your animalistic, feral state: your pupils getting thin, your claws getting sharper, your fangs getting longer and your hair standing on end, rather than you with... normal training clothes.

He doesn't care about your body features, he is just a naughty man that really wants to jerk off with a good image of your body.

Yeah, he is disgusting.

But he can help it, you are just so handsome in his eyes and not only he knows he could take good care of you, but also that you could be such a good man for him. His man.

Gosh he wants you. He wants you so bad. He definitely has a fat crush on you. And he is so normal about you by now that he wouldn't mind admitting it.

When Kurt told him you were training in the gym room, he didn't hesitate. He walks there, hoping to see your sweaty hair, breathing in pants, whining, and growling masculinity as you do push-ups.

But he didn't expect finding you like that.

You were punching a sack hanging in the air, the sack moving violently with every punch you gave to it. Yeah, you were growling and complaining, but he didn't expect to see you like that while the hair on your back was in sight, because you were wearing just a black sport top with your shorts and your red boxing gloves. He could see your biceps flinch and press with every hit, your hairy belly dripping sweat. Yeah. He definitely got hard by now.

You stopped and removed your gloves with your mouth. He began thinking that you knew what you were doing, teasing him, showing him how hot you knew you were, how good you could make him feel if he only had a chance.

His eyes moved down and, oh good god.

They were big. No, big is an understatement. Huge. Big breasts in your usually or unnoticeable chest. Big. Bet his hands wouldn't be able to fit them and oh did he want to find out. Bouncing. Up and down with your breath, sweating, it was an almost pornographic image. How did you managed to keep them hid this whole time?

" 's up, man?" You raised your hand to do a little handshake like you usually do with him (he manages to remember which hand touched you to then use it to jerk off).

"Hey..." He said, taking your hand, his eyes bluntly looking in his chest.

"My eyes are up here." You chuckled, your fangs peeking adorably.

How? How could you turn him on so bad and then look that cute?

"It's hard to not see." He almost sighs, like it was a hard job to stare at your breasts, what makes you laugh and makes him get even harder.

"Enjoying the view I assume." You crossed your arms under your breasts.

"Oh, you have no idea." He finally looks at you in the eye. "How did you—

"Make them unnoticeable? Baggy clothes and binders I guess, and at missions, I use a special suit that pressed them." You explain, sitting in the corner to clean your sweat a bit.

"I'm guessing you are cool about it." He says, leaning in the doorframe in front of you.

"Yeah, you could say so. I mean, I still hide them, so I guess I'm not that cool about it." You smiled, those adorable fangs showing again. "But I'm cool about showing them when it's necessary, I don't really mind. Also, they are a good sight, aren't they?"

"Oh yeah." He said without hesitation. "Great sight."

You chuckled again, and saw his hands tickling to touch, like it was a primal need, also that he was moving and accommodating himself in uncomfortableness. You stood up and got in front of him, grabbing his hands and putting them in your breasts. "What are y—"

"Maybe this could make you stay still and stop yapping about me all the time." You giggled, making him blush so freaking pathetically.

"How do you—"

"Know about it? I'm a wolf, pup, I hear you kicking your feet and jerk off all night." You laughed, but a hint of a blush got in your cheeks too. "I'm really flattered by that, really." You said gently.

His hands instinctively squeezed in your flesh, maybe wanting to hear you moan, but instead is he who moans at the feeling.

"Good?" You asked in a giggle. He nods desperately.

"Can I...?" He asked like you could know what he is talking about. Surprisingly, you do know.

"Yeah, pup, serve yourself." You gave him a sly smirk, lickings your own lips.

He moved his head down, sinking his nose in your sweaty breasts and ran his tongue through it, finally making you moan low. His hands gripped your flesh and he moved your top down to finally take the left one in his mouth, sucking it like he could gain any milk from them. He sucked your pink nipple like he was a hungry puppy, squeezing the other like he was giving him a notice in what was coming next for it.

"Gosh. Such a desperate little shit." You moan with a smile, pulling his hair out of your chest.

He was breathing in pants, his mouth half open and leaning down again to try grabbing your breast again, but you didn't allow it.

"Come on, pup, don't get all needy now, gotta save it for the big price." You moved your hands to his waist, pulling him closer with a smirk.

If you were trying to dominante him, you were being pretty successfull.

He grabbed your cheeks in his callous hands to flush you against him and kiss him hungrily, making you squeeze his waist even more. As the make out got hungrier and wilder, you pushed him against a wall with a growl and moved down to bite and suck in his neck.

"Bite harder, please." He begged, you huffed in his neck, almost a laugh.

You sank your fangs into his beautiful neck and sucked like a vampire, moaning at the feeling of your mouth full of his sweet blood. He hissed the second you sank your fangs, his hand gripped your head as he moaned louder than he would wanted to.

"God damn, bub..." He sighed of pleasure, looking how you took your teeth away.

You looked up at him, almost adorably and innocently, your fangs peeking on your bottom lip and your whole mouth and chin dripping his blood.

He pulled you in for a kiss again, now he was the one grabbing your waist and lifting you against the wall. You smiled in the kiss, almost making him go nuts as he grinded against you.

"God- you are- so- desperate, pup." You managed to say between his kisses and your gentle moans at the feeling of his bulge against your wet hole.

"Logan!" both of you heard Rouge's voice coming in. Logan quickly pulled away with his face red as a tomato and you with an animalistic grin. "Am I... interrupting?" She asked.

"Not at all." You said with a smile. "See you later, pup." You gave Logan a slight squeeze in his ass, which made him jump a bit in his place.

He was about to complain but you were already leaving, carrying your scent, taking it away from him.

But, oh, he was taking it back.

[fullofwoe5321]

Hi Weylers!! Today we have Tyler's monologue to analyse.

I was inspired by @itshype and @cosmic-lullaby posts:

I really like Tyler's monologue in the police station. I love the colors, the music, the acting, the reveal... eveything! BUT what I love most is how clever those writers were. Their intention was always to create ambiguity towards Tyler (and the fun fact that Tyler is a Gemini makes me cackle every time! LOL).

They threw all the hints about Tyler being genuinely fond of Wednesday, but they've never confirmed anything. They wanted to make us to believe he was lying all the time and break our hearts. That monologue was the validation for their idea. And well.. it worked out. One of many question the show raised is: Did Tyler genuinely like Wednesday? or Was the Hyde or Tyler in the scene of police station? Up to now, nobody knows for sure and on Season 2, the truth is going to be revealed.

HOWEVER the brain rot is taking over me again (when did it ever leave though?) and I decided to rewatch Tyler's monologue and take some notes to share with you. Shall we?

After being rejected, trapped and tortured by Wednesday, Tyler decided to confront her the way she would hate the most: mocking her. But before I start, I must say my opinion about Wednesday torturing Tyler: she was hurt. I'm not defending her actions, I'm just bringing this up. She was hurt because he continued playing the fool and lying to her face after she unmasked him, but above of it, she was trying to inflict pain on him the same way she felt because it was clear she liked him. She decided to believe she could be loved and accepted by someone, by him, but he was pretending all the time. So that was the way she knew she could take her revenge. Well, that is her pov and I still believe she continues believing he played her about his feelings in the past.

HOWEVER the thing is Tyler had real feelings for Wednesday, but she turned her back on him the moment she found out he was the Hyde. From his perspective, she never even considered the possibility that he was a victim, not just a monster. Instead of trying to help him, she tortured him, chained him up, and treated him as nothing more than a dangerous creature. That had to sting.

When he mocked her with his "You still think I'm the victim?" monologue, it wasn’t just arrogance—it was pain disguised as bravado. He had to act like he didn’t care because the truth was, he did. Deep down, he might have wanted her to believe in him, to fight for him, but she didn’t. She saw him as an enemy.

His mockery was his way of lashing out, covering up the fact that her rejection hurt more than he wanted to admit. Because if he really never cared about her, why would he need to mock her at all?

Another interesting point is Tyler's behavior might have been influenced by the Hyde side of him. The Hyde is a violent, uncontrollable force, and it’s clear that when Tyler transforms into the Hyde, he loses his sense of control. But even though the Hyde's actions are monstrous, I think there's still a part of Tyler—his humanity—that influences how he behaves.

When Tyler mocked Wednesday, there’s an argument to be made that it wasn’t purely the Hyde speaking. The emotional hurt and betrayal he felt as a person likely contributed to his words. The Hyde may have amplified those feelings, but the core of his mockery comes from Tyler himself: feeling rejected, misunderstood, and manipulated by Laurel Gates. The Hyde’s transformation doesn’t erase the fact that Tyler is a person with feelings, and I believe he was hurt that Wednesday—who he genuinely cared about—turned her back on him without trying to understand the full picture.

So while the Hyde may have twisted his emotions and actions, I don't think everything he said came from the Hyde alone. Tyler’s hurt and pain were very real. His mockery was a mix of his vulnerability as a person and the Hyde’s influence taking control.

The part where Tyler is on the verge of crying is such a significant detail. It shows that, deep down, Tyler is still grappling with the pain of everything that happened, even though he's in Hyde mode. When he sheds that tear at the end of his monologue, it's a rare glimpse of the human side of him breaking through, even in his darkest moment.

The Hyde side of him, while powerful and destructive, doesn't erase the fact that Tyler was manipulated, betrayed, and hurt. That tear is almost like an admission of how lost and broken he feels. He’s not just angry at Wednesday for not believing in him—he’s also grieving the loss of her trust, and maybe even the loss of who he could have been if he hadn't been manipulated by Laurel and transformed into the Hyde.

In that moment, the tear is like a crack in the facade of his anger and bitterness. It reveals that beneath all of his mockery and the Hyde's violence, there is a person who still cares, still feels pain, and still regrets what’s happened.

=(

P.S.: My analysis is longer than I expected. Sorry! I'll try to make it shorter next time!

[thatstupidone]

Red Hood stopped at the Titans Tower, the place he knew his replacement would be. He had checked the logs, and security cameras, there was no way he wouldn't be here. Jason was going to teach the little birdie a lesson.

Except the kid wasn't there. In fact it looked like no ones been here in days. With a rage filled punch he ended up putting a large hole in the wall. The misty green anger clouding his better judgement as he stalked out the tower, ready to search all of Gotham for the replacement.

It wasn't until he was passing by one of the closed stores that he saw Robin in the reflection of the window. At least he thought he did, but when he took a second look there was nothing. Jason just continued his search, trying to get the image of Robin staring at him out of his head.

Jason didn't end up finding the replacement. Hell he couldn't even find anything that suggested the kid was even real! To add onto his problem he kept seeing the little shit at every turn. Jason was pretty sure he was going crazy.

He saw him in the shadows of the alleys. Saw him when he was meeting with some goons and making sure they followed his rules. Saw him when when he wasn't out as Red Hood. Everytime he was just staring at Jason, like he could see into his soul, but every time Jason tried getting a closer look he was gone the next second.

After a week he was almost close to just tracking down Bruce and forcing him to do something, because he couldn't be fuckin hallucinating all this! Items around him were starting to become misplaced, some money here, a book there. Even his bike was once moved!

What finally did it for him though was after he came back to one of his safe houses at midnight. The place was his most protected one. He just wanted coffee, but then the lights shut off. Immediately Jason reached for one of his guns, looking around, he swore he saw the kid in front of him. (And no, he didn't scream.) When the light turned back on no one was there.

The next night he found himself on the rooftops of Gotham. He had placed himself right in the middle of Bruce's patrol route, he was going to end this now.

"Red Hood." Batman greeted with a clipped voice.

Jason slowly reached for his helmet. He noticed how tense Bruce was, he was waiting for an attack, but this wasn't for that.

"Hey, B." He replied once the hood was off, the domino mask now the only thing covering his face. "I want you to tell the replacement to fucking stop this shit." He got right to the point.

Bruce gave him a confused hum, "Explain-"

So Jason did. He told him of how the little shit kept appearing and disappearing and that he was definitely doing it to mess with him and that there was going to be violent consequences if it didn't stop.

Silence settled over them after the threat before Bruce spoke again, confusion and concern lacing his voice. "Tim has been out of the city for the last week, on a mission. Are you okay Jason?"

"I know what I've been seeing! And I've looked everywhere- when I was, you know. Anyways I just want to he left the fuck alone! I don't even care about hurting him anymore!"

Jason didn't wait for Bruce to say anything else, making his exit. The entire conversation had him really starting to doubt if he was right or this really was some hallucination.

It wasn't until two days later that he saw the kid again. This time though, when he blinked, the kid was still there. Sitting in the kitchen of his safe house in his civvies, instead of the usual Robin outfit, and drinking fucking tea. He had the balls to turn to Jason with a smirk on his face!

This time when he went to punch his replacement he wasn't seeing green and fueled only by rage. He grunted as be fell to the floor after tripping into the now empty chair.

"You fucking bitch!" He screamed as he pulled himself up. Glaring at the teen. "You're lucky if I don't still decide to kill your fucking ass!!"

Tim just laughed. At first the idea was just to disappear until Red Hood stopped, but then he found out who the guy really was- and well Tim wasn't going to pass up on the perfect opportunity to mess with his former hero.

They played a little game of cat and mouse until Jason gave up in trying to hurt Tim, he honestly didn't even know if it was worth it now. He just made himself a cup of tea, along with another one for Tim as his cup got cold, and actually talk with him. It was odd, but not un welcomed.

It wasn't the last he saw of his idiot brother. Some times he would just pop up and disappear, other times he joined Jason for tea or even a meal. Jason swore he was going to catch his disappearing act one day, prove he wasn't just insane.

[swampstew]

Ok so I am basing this ask off this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/stuckinthewrongworld/754204449503870976?source=share

Could you do this with Law, Kid, and/ or Zoro please? You guys have some fun, but have to go your separate ways for a little bit, but end up in the same place again just a few months later. You've been so busy, you haven't noticed the changes to your body, only that you're more tired, but you think it's just because of everything you've had to accomplish. But he notices right away, because he remembered every little detail about you. Maybe your shirt lifts up and he notices? Or you have a tight fitting shirt on? Idk I'm so in love with this concept I NEED to read it!

-🐍

Hebi the way I had to be on life support for this....the way my uterus was like ok time to be a problem since my womb is empty from this...I could only knock out (HAHAHAHAHA) one for Kid but I plan to repost it along with Law and Zoro's POVs at a later time. Brain only light up for Punk tonight.

Summary: You have a casual relationship with Eustass Kid, a here and there type of thing. At least that's how it felt on your end. You didn't know he felt about you, the way he sees you, the way he wants you. No matter what. No bumps in the road can sway him. CW: Eustass Kid x F Reader, accidental pregnancy scenario - something short and sweet based off this post | no actual smut, all fluff and tenderness from someone so brash and violent

Kid clocks it right away. He’s so eager when he sees you, finding you on the dock instantly, and the first thing he notices are the dark circles under your eyes and your breasts look particularly perky in your top. He makes himself known, to your surprise, pulling you into a giant hug and asks you if you’re ok.

You tell him you’re just tired from work and your social battery was pretty much drained all the time, but you are happy to see him again. His hand traces your sallow cheeks as you tell him what you’ve been up to before he decides he’s going to carry you to the nearest food stall to get you both something to eat. He holds you while you hold the bags of food, cradled against his muscular chest as he takes long, impatient strides to your home. He’s going to get to the bottom of this and he wants to do it without his crew hovering.

He tells you about his adventures while you eat, if it can be called eating since you a few bites before you looked queasy, abandoning your plate and drinking ginger ale instead. Kid pushes his plate away and brings you to your feet, bringing you to his chest as he his hands gently caress your hips.

“I’ve been gone for a while now. Has anything happened?”

“Hm? Aside from taking on more work to pass the time, not really.”

“Nothing at all? Its been three months since we saw each other.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask irately, not liking the implication of his question.

Kid turns your body so your back is resting against his torso, metal hand holding you in place while his flesh fingers spread across your lower belly. The slow strokes made goosebumps erupt along your soft skin.

“You definitely didn’t have this last time…”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME F—?!” your yell is cut off as he covered your mouth.

“Y/N! Do the math!”

When your body starts trembling, he knows you made the connection and swiftly picks you up and takes you to your bed. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation.

“We never talked about an accident like this,” you whisper.

“No, so what are we going to do?”

“We?”

“Well…yeah. Unless you don’t want me involved…”

“I-I think I want too…but…sigh…I wouldn’t expect you to stay,” you whisper.

“You’re right I wouldn’t” he snorts, “Cause I’m taking you with me, idiot. No way in hell I’m letting you do this alone.”

[moonchildxoxx]

Hi Blue! How are you? Could you write what would be like jealous sex with neteyam, jealousy on his part with his partner, like headcanons, something more fluffy than aggressive, I don't think Neteyam would ever be violent with someone he loves, I would love that, please

Tittle

Jealous sex will Neteyam

A/N: hopefully you like it it’s my first time writing ✍️ smut for others to read . Aged up Neteyam is aged up both him and reader are 19

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! Omatikaya! Reader

Word count: 706

[ Requests Open]

Master list

Rules

Neteyam wasn’t one to easily get jealous but when he did, he had many ways of showing it he was quick to show others and remind you that you belonged to him

He never lets it get to far-

When he saw you getting too close to another man for his liking He’d get one of his siblings to come and interrupt you. Sometimes it was Kiri asking you for help gathering herbs for Mo’at. Most of the time it was Tuk asking you to play or do her hair and it worked every time he knew you had a soft spot for his youngest sister. the best part is he never appears jealous because it ‘s not his fault his sisters just love you that much.

He’ll love bom you the moment your alone -

He’ll focus all of his attention on you the moment you’re alone together after one of these incidents. The moment you’re in your hut he’ll close the flap and immediately kissing along your neck. Kissing your throat dragging his hands along your sides.sneaking his hands under your top rubbing you tits squeezing them. You moan out his name “ teyam! …what’s gotten into you ma Teyam “ you asked him.

He’ll leave you full of marks where others can see-

He ignores you, picking you up and taking you to your guy's bed. He immediately start undressing you. Starting from top to bottom kissing along your body leaving bit marks along your neck and slowly moving down to your thighs all over the places your loincloth doesn’t cover.

He likes to remind you who you belong to-

After marking you he likes to remind you who you belong to. He pushes you onto the bed kneeling between your parted legs wasting no time and pushing his fingers into you . Dragging another moan from you . He’ll continue until he’s made you come at least once from his fingers alone. And that’s only the start neither of you get much sleep that night. You breathe heavily this was the 4th time you came and Neteyam didn’t seem to be done with you just yet.” Nete i can’t no more “ you pant out. He smirked “ no ? “ he asked you starting to pump himself into you again “ you can’t give your mighty warrior just one more “ he kisses your neck and moves down to your chest sucking your nipple. He picks up his speed, your legs shake . It’s not long before your coming again. “ who do you belong to syulang “ Neteyam asks you. You feel you stomach knotting again you cry out his name “ Neteyam “ well coming again. He smiled pressing against you , giving you a kiss thrusting deeply one last time finishing inside you. “ that’s right syulang you belong to me “ he whispered in you ear pulling away from you. He reaches over grabbing a cloth cleaning both of you. before letting you rest pulling you closer to him cuddling you close to him.

Lingering stares and sensual touches when they are in a group-

this continues for the next few days him pulling you aside anytime he sees you giving you short sweet kisses. Wrapping his arm around you well around others whether it’s his family or your friends. He’ll find himself watching you more during training or when he sees you around, like at the very moment you were helping his mother cook dinner in the Suli family hut he was meant to be helping make arrow heads but was distracted by you. He felt a hand on his head forcing him to look back at his task, he looked up to see his father giving him a look. He quickly turned around and went back to work.

Later that night well you hung out with his siblings and Spider around a late night fire. he took the chance and moved you into his lap kissing you on the cheek. Making you blush, he looked at you smirking. Lo’ak throw a cup at his brother “ bro! Get a room!” Neteyam looked over at him unimpressed “ you know what little brother you’re right see you losers later “ he didn’t give you a chance to react picking you up and walking off towards your hut

[baby-stay92]

In Between Stages

Pairing: Idol!Seungmin x Idol!Reader

18+, MDNI.

Warnings: kissing, semi-public sex, P in V (wrap before you tap), unprotected sex, let me know if I've missed any.

WC: 958

Credit: Baby-stay92 & commissioned by @c0m3t143

Taglist: @miss-daisy04 @adestayskz @kpop---scenarios

@chanchansgirly @seochangbins-wife @lixies-favorite-cookie

@dwaekkicidal @hanjsquokka

You and Seungmin had always felt a connection towards each other, but never had it been as strong as in this very moment. You were both backstage, waiting to go on stage, his group would go first, but until then you both sent longing looks to each other. At one point, you found yourself alone with him in one of the rooms set up for people to relax in, between stages. You were sitting on each end of the couch, constantly glancing at each other, fighting the urge to meet in the middle. Soon enough the urge won and you both launched for each other, meeting in the middle of the couch. Hands were everywhere, lips were entangled in a messy make out session and soft moans filled the room. You never wanted this moment to end but soon it did as none other than Bang Chan cleared his throat, sending the two of you back to reality. You both quickly pulled away and Minnie got off the couch as Chan told him it was time for them to go on stage. You watched him walk out the room, sadness clinging to him like a dark cloud. Chan sent you a look filled with warnings and you knew that it wasn’t because he was against you and Seungmin, no he was simply worried about the potential dating rumours that could cause problems for both his group and yours. You turned around and faced the monitor that was set up for people backstage, to see the stage and the various groups performing. You saw Seungmin and the others come on stage and on pure instinct you moved from the couch to the coffee table, to be closer to the monitor, wanting  to not miss a thing. You didn’t realise just how big of an effect he had on you, you were glued to the monitor, your eyes were big and following his every move not realising that you slowly, but surely, grew more and more wet. How was it possible for a human being to be this cute, sexy and talented? It hardly seemed fair to the rest of the world, that one person held all those qualities. The stage ended and you got up, walking to the hallway and then towards the door where Seungmin soon would appear. Of Course literally every other member came through the door first, testing your patience. Finally Minnie walks through the door and before he’s even fully through it, you grab him by his hand and pull him down the hall to the nearest bathroom. He gasps in shock and you think you hear him question your actions along the way, but you simply didn’t care. You pushed him inside the bathroom, before joining him and closing the door behind you, making sure it was locked. 

“I don’t care about the risk of rumours starting! All I care about is you, Kim Seungmin.” You pant and kiss him before he can answer. He eagerly kisses you back and soon he grabs you and bends you over the counter, making you face yourself in the mirror. You smirk at him, as he quickly pushes your little skirt up over your ass before he pulls his pants down, just enough for his hard dick to spring free. “Better make this quick, baby, you have a stage soon” He groans and pushes your panties aside.

“Let’s see what you got, big boy” You giggle but you soon stop, as he mercilessly slams into you, with full force. He doesn’t give you as much as a second to adjust to him before he starts railing you fast and hard. You’re unable to control your moans, and so he reaches down to cover your mouth, not wanting people to hear the two of you. You placed your hands on the mirror, stopping yourself from slamming your head against it as you were bouncing from his brute force. He moved his free hand to your ass where he violently slaps you over and over again, not stopping till your cheek is red and sore for him. You had no idea how long the two of you had been in this position but you soon felt that recognisable knot tighten in your stomach, telling you that you were close to your orgasm. Somehow he seemed to know this, cause he suddenly moved his hand from your ass, down around you to your clit, where he aggressively started to rub circles. You felt the knot in your stomach snap after no time and an earth shattering orgasm washed over you, making your legs shake like leaves in a hurricane. He didn’t slow down at all, rather he picked up his pace and force, not caring that you were now feeling oversensitive - all he wanted was to make the both of you feel amazing. And god did he manage just that, you’d never felt anything like this before and all you could do was just take it, moaning louder and louder against his hand. Soon you felt him fill you up causing you to come again, your eyes screwed closed from pleasure. He stayed inside you for a moment but as a voice announced over the loudspeaker that you had to move to the stage door, he pulled out and fixed your clothes for you, before fixing his own.

“That was…” You trail off, standing up, fixing your hair.

“Amazing” He finished your sentence and kissed your clothed shoulder. You smile as you turn to him and kiss his cheek before leaving the bathroom, to go meet up with your group, so you could go perform, though you had no idea how you’d manage it with your legs feeling like jelly.

[lindsaynathi0n]

LOVE ME LIKE I DO | ONE SHOT|

Rafe S3 x Yandere reader

{OPEN COMMAND (please l’m bored)}

[English is not my native language ❗️❗️]

synopsis: If he doesn’t love you as you love him, just give him a little reminder, maybe he’ll understand who he belongs to this time.

Ok then, it’s really creepy to read, it’s the first time I write this kind of thing and it’s probably the last time. It’s really weird and not suitable for an uninformed public, so if you’re sensitive please don’t read this, I’m fucking serious. Don’t.

tw: murder, stalking, mental issues , weirdos, mentions of sex , mentions of murder , insults, violent, non-con, kidnapping, yandere.

______________________________________________

Rafe knew he had a problem, but you. You were crazy. You proved it to him several times, instead of scaring him, it turned him on.

You were also very jealous, so much so that once you tried to fight with a girl who watched Rafe for too long.

Simply put, Rafe wasn’t the only one who was crazy, you were a crazy couple. Who could kill to protect each other and vice versa.

But Rafe wasn’t as in love as you were, he was definitely possessive and strongly attached to you but he wasn’t obsessed with you. On the other hand, you were.

To say that you didn’t want to cover up several times without him noticing, or even spy, would be a lie.

You had the location of his phone, put a camera in his room with a microphone.

You were a psychopath. Rafe compared to you was a little gambler.

You could only take it out on your mother, the only memories you have of her are all the times she keeps telling you not to give up when you loved someone.

If it took 20 years, then it would take 20 fucking years.

When you lost access to Rafe’s location, a few things were weird. When you went to Tannyhill and the house was empty, you quickly understood what was going on.

Rafe had abandoned you, after all you had done for him. You had literally killed for him, you even had to hide a body for him.

And he to thank you was gone??? No Rafe you do not know who you belong to?

______________________________________________

Rafe had returned to Outer Banks.

As soon as he set foot on the island, he had sealed his fate.

The camera you had in his room was still working, and so was his microphone. You get up an hour instead of him every morning, just to see him get up and change.

You were just wet to see his abs or his hard dick in the morning.

Today was a day like any other, you plan to spy on him and take notes. You noticed he melted the cross you stole with him and sold it with Barry.

You followed him around the streets of Charleston. Making you as discreet as you could. You don’t understand why Rafe turned around and started looking around.

You hid as fast as you could and Rafe left.

______________________________________________

You felt your heart filled with sadness and hatred. Your whole body felt broken.

Rafe had a party to celebrate his official return to the island but, the latter was not alone.

Under his muscular arm is Sofia, a girl who worked at the Country Club that you and Rafe used to date.

She knows very well that Rafe belongs to you because, she had several times seen you slip away with him in the toilet.

That bitch knew full well she never should have done it, yet she did.

She’ll pay you, you swear.

When you got home that same night, you saw Rafe moan her name, touch her make her scream. Every second you spent watching that fucking screen disgust you.

You must have been the one he was exhausting, over-stimulating, so why were you there and she was being destroyed?

A wave of Jealousy and hatred overwhelmed you, You could not sleep. You got up, you started imagining what you would do to them and you liked the idea.

Your hand went to your panties, Rafe’s favorite. 

You touched yourself with two fingers, you’d force Sofia to look at how much Rafe would rather fuck you, kiss you and make you scream his name.

how obsessed Rafe was with you.

You started shaking feeling your orgasm coming, you felt like it was Rafe’s fingers, you closed your eyes two minutes and when you opened them, you fingers were soaking your sheets too

____________________________________________

The next day, you made sure of everything. The hammer was in your bag with the ropes and the sedative.

You waited to see Rafe’s bike go and entered Tannyhill. You made sure to be as quiet as possible and is checking the camera through your phone. Sofia go to the bathroom.

You walked into the room and heard ten minutes, until Sofia was too busy washing herself to hear anyone coming into the bathroom.

When she got out of the shower and unfortunately for her, she didn’t turn around, you strangled him with the rope.

She struggled for a while and you pressed your knee behind her back to further limit her oxygen. "You’re gonna die when Bitch!" You’re screaming.

Her suffocations were the only noises in the whole house. Suddenly she stopped moving her face was blue.

She was dead. You took her body and dragged her into the room, put her in a suitcase and went downstairs into the kitchen.

You pulled out the ingredients to prepare Rafe’s favorite dish is here.

Once finished, you put sedatives in it, then you imitated Sofia’s writing to perfection. You looked at the time and realized that Rafe was coming home soon. You went up to get Sofia’s body and took it with you from Tannyhill.

You fed it to the alligators, including in the swamp, and burned Rafe’s suitcase. You went home and prepared everything for tonight, you put on your best dress and you made the most beautiful possible, your reunion was going to be perfect.

______________________________________________

Your moans were the only thing audible in the room.

Rafe opened his eyes more and more slowly, he wanted to move his arm but he could not. The more he forced the more he felt his arm was being burned.

He also felt like a few things or rather someone was on him. He was inside a pussy?

This thought made him open his eyes, look at his beas and he was hung on either side of the bed. He looked ahead and froze on the spot.

You were on him, He was inside you and you were moving on him. You moaned his name you shoved your nails into his skin.

"Damn it, Y/N..." he moans trying to come to his senses. "Fuck Rafe!" You scream while accelerating your movements.

You moan louder and louder until you reach your peak.

You collapse on Rafe. "Fuck Y/N what are you doing here?" Rafe asks screaming.

You look Rafe in the eye. "You belong to me Rafe, I came to take back what belongs to me." You say while looking at him.

"You’re a fucking weirdo!" He starts trying to get the ropes off his wrists.

A clapping sound sounds in the room. Rafe slapped violently. You grab the back of his head violently forcing him to look at you.

"You know I’m crazy about you? You know that?" You ask Rafe about to explode. "YOU KNOW WHAT I’M CRAZY ABOUT YOU RAFE??!" You’re screaming. He’s not answering.

You close your eyes and calm down. "Everything I’ve done and what I’m going to do, I do for love you know that." You gently caress Rafe’s cheek. You stand up and get the hammer that was in your bag. You walk up to Rafe. "What are you going to do?" he asks you to panic. "Make you understand never to leave me or cheat on me again."

You hit his head violently, which just knock his out.

______________________________________________

You watch Rafe wake up, when he opens his eyes he’s panicked, he looks around him. "You’re finally awake Love?"

You lean to put your face closer to his, he instantly backs up in his chair to which he is tied. You still manage to put your lips on his.

"Let me go, I won’t tell anyone." he asks you with pity.

You put your arms and your head on his lap. "I can’t, honey." You say in a little voice. "Why?" he asks." Because you’re not in love with me, and until you feel what I feel for you, I won’t let you go. Even if it takes me twenty years or more."

______________________________________________

.

.

.

.

[flxrartsstuff]

Dressing Up 👔

Nanamixfem!Reader OneShot, 18+

Author‘s note: This idea came up in my mind when I saw a TikTok actually. A cosplayer dressing up as Nanami and I imagined how it would be if you could wake up to this every morning, watching Nanami getting ready for work in front of you. This is also my first post here on tumblr and I hope you give this one a try!

・❥・

I blinked a few times as I was about to wake up and the bright light from the window was already making me squint again. But I didn't feel anyone next to me, the side of the bed was empty, whereas yesterday I had fallen asleep comfortably in my husband's arms. I turned around and saw him standing by the mirror, right next to the bed. And I liked the view so much that I was suddenly wide awake.

»Do you have to leave so early?« I asked the blonde, still sleepy, and turned onto my side, resting my head on the pillow with one hand. He turned around as soon as he heard my voice and reached for his beige pants to pull them over his ankles. His eyes locked on mine and I couldn't look away.

»Early? Look at the clock.« He grinned, nodding his head towards the digital clock on his bedside table. It clearly showed 7:00 in the morning. Definitely too early for me and too soon for him to have to go to work. I would have liked to ask him to undress again and lie with me. To warm me up like last night. I was still naked, with only the comforter pulled up to my neck, I could still feel his touch on me and his kisses. He had taken me so many times until we had both fallen asleep in each other's arms. My legs were still trembling from the intense touches, because of his hands that had impatiently pushed my thighs apart and had made me feel his hard manhood. I had lolling under him, moaning and begging for more. His every thrust was still felt in my nether regions, even though he was already on his feet this morning and getting ready for the day.

My gaze slid from his legs up to his chest as he slipped the blue shirt over his shoulders that I had ironed yesterday. His pants were still open, giving me a glimpse of his Calvin Klein boxers. Always a man with style. He was never satisfied with cheap shorts and always bought clothes that were much more expensive. I liked to rip his shirt off every time and do the same with his boxers. When he gave me the upper hand. His eyes were on me, as if we were just talking with our gazes. And we both knew that he wanted to continue where we had left off yesterday. His eyes were clouded with lust, dark and distorting. He bit his lip lightly as if to say, »You're unbelievable.«

I grinned and let out a long sigh as he fastened the last button of his shirt, ending the view of his chiseled pecs for the time being. Our looks were worth a thousand words. I read in his eyes the same words I had heard him say last night.

»Fuck, baby, you're incredible. A little more, I want all of you. I want to be even deeper inside you.«

»Oh God yes...« It was as if I could hear the two of us doing it together without restraint. How loud we must have been, so that all the neighbors already knew us. The bed, which banged violently against the wall with each of his thrusts, the head of which he constantly held on to in order to thrust into me with even more momentum. I could still feel him inside me, his hard length twitching deep inside me, hitting every sensitive spot inside me and eliciting loud cries of pleasure.

»Kento...don't stop...just don't stop...« I had moaned, digging my fingers into his back, which had long since turned red and was covered in scratches.

»Stop?« He had repeated amusedly, pulling back only to thrust again with full force. »I'm just getting started...«

One climax followed the next until my nether regions were melting with heat. I screamed his name countless times, spurring him on. My hands kept burying themselves in his hair and pulling on it. When I looked up at him now, I saw a neatly trimmed hairstyle. He pushed the shirt into his pants and his hands wandered purposefully down to his crotch. I could only watch as he zipped it up agonizingly slowly, as if he wanted to show me again what to expect tonight. I couldn't hold back an excited sigh, even when he tightened the belt around his hips.

»Such a naughty thing...« he replied quietly as he grabbed his watch and clasped it around his wrist. I had given it to him for Christmas last year and he's worn it every day since then. It slid so easily over his wrist and drew my attention to his masculine and strong hands, whose fingers I had felt deep inside me as well last night. He wanted to tease me and feel me, wanted to taste me and had even made me suck on his fingers so that I could taste my own moisture and arousal. He knew how to drive me out of my mind.

Every of his moves were perfect. His morning routine seemed so elegant and efficient despite its simplicity. He smelled of his aftershave, which would have put me to bed long ago if I hadn't already been here. My thighs pressed together violently, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling a warm, aroused trail on my pussy. I liked undressing him, but watching him get dressed had an equally attractive effect on me. All that was missing now was for me to start drooling. Of course, Kento took full advantage of this. When he had fastened the buttons on the sleeves, he reached for his tie, with its unmistakable leopard pattern. It was still hanging on my right hand, lightly wrapped, reminding me of what had happened yesterday.

»You’re only mine. Understand?« His voice had been so dark when he had tied his tie around my wrists. So I had been completely at his mercy, throwing my head back with a moan and giving myself over completely. My hands were tied tightly to the bed above my head as he playfully ran his tongue up my thigh and then between my legs. He played around my clit, licked me and sucked on my womanhood. I had reared up in excitement, thrown my head back, rolled my eyes and opened my mouth so wide that nothing but moans and whimpers came out.

»Fuck…« I breathed out, not able to say anything else. But it wasn’t enough for him. Of course it hadn't been enough for him. And as long as he hadn't had his answer, he would delay my orgasm until he had heard what he wanted.

»Understand?« he repeated with emphasis in his voice, stopped sucking on my clit as I loved it and looked at me. I had looked down at my legs, his head between my thighs, my arousal on his lips.

»Yes, oh God, yes! I'm yours, Kento.« I had whimpered in desperation that I wouldn't have recognized myself. My hips wanted to grind against his mouth again, but he laughed softly to himself as he leaned closer to me again. His voice beat against my pussy and sent a thousand shivers through my body.

I could still feel the tremors from my climax and clenched my thighs even tighter. But nothing helped, so I hurriedly jumped off the bed and at least helped him with his tie. Maybe that would distract me a little.

»Let me, will you?«

He grinned, snuggled closer to me and placed his hands loosely on my hips. But he let me do it and watched my every move. I knew how to tie a tie, he had shown me often enough. But instead of it calming or distracting me, I thought back to last night. When I had been able to experience control for a moment, when I had sat on him and ridden him without hesitation. I grinned broadly, adjusted his tie and straightened his shirt collar.

»What are you thinking of?« he asked me amused.

»Oh God, yes...« He had moaned beneath me, hot-blooded and uninhibited. Had constantly thrust his hips against mine in unison, making me sink him even deeper inside me each time. I had moved slowly at first, then faster and faster on him, riding his cock with such impatience until another climax had built up in my abdomen. I felt him twitching and quivering inside me, felt that he was almost as far as I was. I had stretched my back, my breasts bouncing with every thrust and his hands dug into my hips.

»Fuck, I‘m cumming…oh god, I‘m cumming!«

»Cum for me…« he had growled darkly, sending me finally over the edge. I couldn’t stop grinning, moaning, letting everything out what I had felt in this moment. His hips continued to move for a while, I was still rubbing my wet pussy against his cock to savor every last spark of my orgasm. I could feel him quivering and cumming inside me too. Growling and moaning, his hands sunk firmly into my flesh. Something I loved besides letting him lead me was turning the tables on him. To see the excitement and lust on his face as I moved on top of him and the desperate need for release.

And as soon as I had sunk into the pillows next to him, his arms had wrapped around me and we had sunk into a deep and satisfying sleep. At least until this morning, which brought me back to the reality. Even though, as he took his jacket and left the flat with a kiss on my lips, I still couldn't think about anything else but how I would take off all his clothes tonight as slowly and efficiently as he had put them on.

[marveloustimestwo]

hiii and congratulations on 700 followers!!! 🥳🎉 you deserve it 🫶🫶

for the celebration, could i please request the star, strength, the tower and the magician for peter quill and thor odinson? thank you so much! 💕💕💕

Peter Quill:

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

Peter's pretty outward in what he feels about you in some capacity, but it would be in the most douchey way possible. He's not really the type to recognize that he's obsessed, but rather thinks he's just really in love with you, and there's nothing wrong or weird about how strong it is.

In the beginning, he puts up this easygoing, flirty front that he usually does with people he's attracted to, expecting you to fall quickly and easily, just like he did with you. Think of those really douchey fratboys. The longer/more you reject him, the more desperate he gets, until he's pretty obvious about his feelings.

This never really stops. Even if you actually start dating him, he'll never lose that original spark, and will never stop shouting to the world how much he loves you.

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Quickly and violently. Peter may not have any powers, but he's still got his wits, his guns, and his ego to boot. He'll do anything to make sure you're safe. Even if he's outnumbered or up against a giant monster, Peter will think of some way to get you both out, even if it means flat-out running and getting back at whoever threatened you later.

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

The first thing Peter will try to use is his charm. It's gotten plenty of people, men, and women alike, into his bed before. Again, think fratboy. If you don't like that, he'll switch it up to something different.

He'll talk about his bounties, his missions with the Guardians, and how he's helped save the universe to show you how amazing he is. More subtly, it also shows how strong he actually is, despite not having any powers anymore. It shows that he has as much pull in some places as much as it has some people hunting him down. At the very least, he could also have his friends on his side to cover up some strange (illegal) things.

The Star - How would this yandere deal with with their darling's loved ones?

It would kinda all depend on your loved ones. Peter's honestly the type to not really care about what your loved ones thinks about him, especially in his early days before he's dropped some of his ego. He'd rather be out exploring the universe with you, kicking ass, having fun, and making money. However, he would happily let you have contact with the people you care about, and even visit them every so often.

That would change if/when your loved ones weren't all that fond of him. Peter wouldn't be happy if they tried keeping you away from him, but he's not the type to go straight to murder. He knows what it's like to suddenly not have your family. So he'll try his best to convince them that he truly has your best interests in mind, and if that doesn't work, well, you might not hear from any of them for quite a long time.

Thor Odinson:

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

Pretty passionate. Thor's not one for subtlety. When he wants you, you're going to know it. Like him, his feelings are loud and big, and he does not feel the need to hide it. It'll only get worse if you accept his advances because now he thinks he can be as affectionate as he wants. He loves you so much! He wants to tell you that, to hold you, to give you gifts, and to show everyone that you love him too!

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Thor's not one to mess around about his loved ones, especially not his darling. He may appear goofy and lighthearted a lot of the time, but he's still a god. He has hundreds of years of experience with fighting, combat is nothing difficult for him. Those who threaten you are automatically viewed as something to be killed, as he doesn't see you as truly safe until he knows for sure that they can't come after you anymore.

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

If you were Asgardian, Thor would end up using his role as Prince to his advantage. In his early days, this would be intentional. He hasn't gotten his ego checked yet, so he thinks he can do what he wants because he's royalty. Later on, he would still end up unintentionally using his privilege to sway you by boasting about how he saved his people, how he overcame Hela to become the ruler Asgard needed.

This would still be pretty similar if you weren't Asgardian. He would still often boast about his role as the god of thunder and the Prince of Asgard, which can be intimidating to a normal person. Sometimes it's not malicious, but sometimes it kind of is.

The Star - How would this yandere deal with their darling's loved ones?

Thor would be pretty friendly with your loved ones! So long as they aren't causing you or your relationship with him any harm, he sees no reason to treat them like strangers. His personality and past make it pretty easy for people to like him, so it's easy for him to integrate into whatever group he needs to.

[kjack89]

Oceans Apart

Watched Ocean's 11 last night for the umpteenth time and this popped into my head as I watched the scene where Danny and Tess reunite.

Should probably be part of something larger but like. Context? What context? I don't know her.

Modern AU, E/R, post-breakup. Angst because it's been too fucking long.

Enjolras peered through the windows of the tiny, nondescript restaurant, his heart doing double time in his chest as he saw the back of the man he was looking for. He’d know the hunch of those shoulders anywhere, the way the man’s shirt stretched across a deceptively well-muscled back. Once upon a time, he’d known every inch of the skin beneath that shirt.

But that was years ago. Now…

Now, he straightened, pushed the door to the restaurant open and walked inside like he was supposed to be there, skirting the hostess stand and making a beeline to the man in question, hesitating for only a moment before reaching out to lightly rest a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Grantaire froze before slowly reaching up to cover Enjolras’s hand with his own, and then—

“Fuck,” Enjolras swore, as Grantaire gripped and then twisted his fingers.

Violently.

Grantaire let go without doing any lasting damage, and Enjolras cradled his hand against his chest for a moment, his pride far more wounded than the hand. “Hello to you, too,” he grumbled, even as he drank Grantaire in with eager eyes.

It had been far, far too long.

But Grantaire wasn’t amused. “What are you doing here?” he said, in lieu of a greeting.

Enjolras jerked a shrug, flexing his fingers to make sure they all still worked before dropping his hand to his side. “I got out.”

“You got out,” Grantaire repeated, something incredulous in the three words.

“Of prison,” Enjolras supplied helpfully. “You remember, the day I went for beer and never came back. You must have noticed.”

“You don’t drink,” Grantaire said shortly, followed by an exasperated, “Don’t sit—”

But it was too late, as Enjolras sat down across from him. Almost as if on cue, a waiter appeared at the tableside, looking at them expectantly. ���Can I get anything for your…”

He trailed off. “Husband,” Enjolras supplied.

“Ex,” Grantaire corrected. “Or didn’t you get the papers?”

The waiter glanced between them, eyes wide. “I’ll give you two a moment.”

He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, and Enjolras gave Grantaire a long, measured look. Despite everything, despite, especially, the acrimony that was rolling off of Grantaire in waves, it really was good to see him.

Even if the feeling was, seemingly, not mutual.

“What are you doing here?” Grantaire repeated.

Enjolras sighed and leaned forward. “They say I paid my debt to society,” he started, but Grantaire snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Funny, I never got a check.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “But I felt I owed you a little bit more than just time served,” he continued, and Grantaire scoffed and looked away. “Hence the drop by.”

Grantaire didn’t quite meet his eyes as he reached out to trace a finger through the condensation on his water glass. “How’d you even get parole anyway?” he asked, deliberately casual. “I’d’ve thought domestic terrorism would be an automatic life sentence.”

“I wasn’t convicted for domestic terrorism,” Enjolras said.

“Right, just indicted.”

Grantaire gave him a sharp sort of smile that didn’t remotely reach his eyes, and it was Enjolras’s turn to look away. “So you did keep up with my case,” he said, aiming for levity and missing by a mile. “I wasn’t sure, considering…”

Grantaire jerked a shrug, his smile disappearing. “Well, I did try to visit you once. Turns out I wasn’t included on your approved visitors list.” Enjolras winced, but Grantaire didn’t let him interrupt. “You know, I always told you that you needed to work on your communication in our marriage, but that one I heard loud and clear.”

“That wasn’t—” Enjolras broke off, not sure where to even start explaining why he hadn’t wanted Grantaire to visit him without explaining the rest. He huffed a dry chuckle, running a hand across his mouth before telling Grantaire, a little wryly, “You don't know how many times I played this conversation out in my head the last five years.”

Grantaire just arched an eyebrow. “Did it always go this poorly?” he asked coolly.

“Yes.”

That sharp smile was back, twitching at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “Sounds frustrating.”

“You were never easy,” Enjolras told him, honestly. “You were always worth it.” Again Grantaire’s smile disappeared, and for just a moment, he looked—

He looked as heartbroken as Enjolras had never in a million years wanted him to be.

Enjolras cleared his throat and looked away. “Okay, I’ll make this quick,” he said, trying to steer back on subject, if only to try to alleviate the pain in his chest when he saw Grantaire looking like that. “I came here because I wanted to explain.”

His attempt working perhaps too well, as Grantaire’s expression instantly hardened. “What explanation could you possibly have that will matter one iota?”

Enjolras wet his lips before telling him, his voice low, “You may not believe me, and given everything, I don’t blame you for that, but I swear, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Grantaire stared at him. “Well, for someone who wasn’t trying, you sure as shit pulled it off with aplomb.” He leaned in, his eyes dark. “So by all means, Apollo, tell me, what were you trying to do?”

Enjolras met his glare evenly. “I was trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.”

Enjolras shook his head. “It’s not. I didn’t want—”

“And did you ever stop to think about what I wanted?” Grantaire interrupted, his eyes flashing. “Because I didn’t want to be protected, not if that’s what you’re calling the last five years of my life. I wanted us to be together.”

“Pretty hard to be together from a jail cell,” Enjolras said flatly. “As the divorce papers you sent pretty clearly demonstrated.”

Grantaire shook his head. “We could’ve figured something out if you had just, I don’t know, involved me literally once—”

“Involving you would have implicated you,” Enjolras said, his voice tense, “and I couldn’t let that—”

Grantaire barked a laugh, scrubbing his hand across his face. “You think I wasn’t already implicated?” he asked, incredulous. “Tell me, do you think I’m stupid? Or naïve? That I didn’t know what you were doing all that time?”

“I—”

“Because the FBI agents who interrogated me after you were arrested didn’t seem to think so.” Grantaire let that statement sit for a moment before continuing, “We were married. We were living in the same house. Just because I don’t believe in the same Causes you do doesn’t mean I’m a complete moron.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “I never said you were,” he said quietly.

Grantaire’s lip curled. “No, you just decided to cut me out of everything.” He laughed again, dry, humorless. “I mean, hell, I wasn’t even your one phone call when you were arrested.”

He hadn’t been, but it wasn’t because Enjolras hadn’t wanted to call him. But there were multiple moving pieces that needed to fall into place, and— “I didn’t have a choice,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire’s expression didn’t so much as flicker. “You did have a choice, Enjolras. You had a choice, you made it.”

“Fine,” Enjolras snapped, “I made a choice, and I didn’t pick you, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean—”

“It was never about picking me!” Grantaire burst. “Three years of marriage before your arrest and you don’t think I had already figured out where I ranked?”

Enjolras had the sudden realization that everyone in the restaurant was staring at them, so he leaned forward and lowered his voice as he told Grantaire, with every ounce of sincerity he possessed, “And you don’t think I know that if I was in trouble, or in danger, you’d firebomb the fucking Hague to keep me safe?” Grantaire met his eyes evenly, and didn’t bother trying to deny it. “I didn’t want that for you.”

“And all I wanted was to be part of the decision,” Grantaire said tiredly, all of the fight leaving him in an instant, his shoulders slumping in what Enjolras recognized all too well as defeat. “Even if there wasn’t a thing I could say or do to change your mind, I just wanted you to care about me enough to ask.”

With that, he stood, and Enjolras stared up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” Grantaire said shortly, grabbing his coat. “You did it, you should recognize the gesture.”

Enjolras scrambled to follow, trailing after him out of the restaurant. “Grantaire, please, I—”

“You what?” Grantaire asked, stopping so suddenly that Enjolras almost ran into him.

“I still love you,” Enjolras said. He said it simply, starkly, hoping the quiet declaration would reinforce that he meant it. It had been all he had come to say tonight, after all, and even if Grantaire didn’t believe anything else, didn’t believe in anything else, Enjolras needed him to believe this. “You think my choice was about me not caring enough to involve you, but how could I possibly involve you? How could I possibly tell you what was going on knowing that you would immediately put yourself at risk, and all because of me?”

Grantaire shook his head, but Enjolras didn’t let him interrupt. “The only way that I could do what I did was by knowing that you were sage. So even if you never forgive me for it, I did what I had to do to protect you.”

For one long moment, Grantaire just stared at him, and Enjolras held his breath, hoping against hope that maybe, somehow, Grantaire might find a way to forgive him, even just a little. But then Grantaire shook his head, reaching up to wipe the tear from his cheek with the heel of his palm. “Yeah. Well. Right back atcha,” he said his voice hoarse. “Goodbye, Enjolras.”

Watching Grantaire walk away from him hurt more than Enjolras could possibly have anticipated, all the more so when he saw Grantaire meet up with a dark-haired man halfway down the block, grabbing his arm and tugging him in the opposite direction.

Enjolras wasn’t sure he’d ever fully understood what heartbreak felt like before that moment.

He was staring so intently that he didn’t even notice as Combeferre joined him, squinting after Grantaire. “Why is Grantaire with him?” he asked.

Enjolras shook his head. “Pretty sure that’s who he’s seeing now,” he said dully.

“No, I get that,” Combeferre said, glancing sideways at him. “I told you this was a fool’s errand from the get, after all. But why is Grantaire with a Serbian arms dealer?”

Enjolras stared at him. “He—” Grantaire’s parting words replayed in his head, and for the first time all evening, for the first time, if he was being entirely honest, since he’d gotten the divorce papers mailed to his jail cell without so much as a note, he felt a spark of something flicker in his chest: hope.

“He’s doing what he has to do to protect me.”

[jakeyzzz]

you saved me.

( ANGST/FLUFF ) - heeseung x f!reader oneshot

masterlist ♡

⚠️ WARNINGS ! - ( domestic violence, drugs, mentions of injuries like bruises, toxic relationship, panic attack, crying, mentions of fear, comforting, heeseung saving reader from getting hurt, touch deprived reader, cuddling, hugging, kissing, nicknames, very very very fluffy ending )

let me know if I missed anything !!

english is not my first language so please be nice !

1678 words...

•••

If you could describe your last Relationship in one word, it would probably be ''HELL'' . Your Ex Boyfriend was a Drug Addict. And every single Time he did Drugs, he really made you go through hell. He got aggressive, and even pretty violent sometimes. And you were so scared. Because no matter how much he hurt you, you would still love him with your whole Heart. Covering your bruised Body started becoming a normal Thing, and you started getting used to the Way he treated you. You always tried to help him. You tried so hard to fix him ... and you were so exhausted. You always tried to tell yourself, that his love was good enough. But if you were being honest to yourself, the Way he treated you had nothing to do with Love.

You knew you needed to get out of this Relationship. You didn't know how, but you knew you would find a way. And you did. Well actually, someone helped you. You got invited to a Party by your Friend, and since your (Ex) Boyfriend got a bit too high again and ended up falling asleep on the Couch, you decided to go there by yourself.

You actually ended up having a lot of fun. You met new people, and had a great Time with your Friends. Until some Idiots started a Fight in the middle of the Room and you got a Panic Attack. When they started pushing and punching each other, you quickly excused yourself and ran to the bathroom. You tried to stay calm the whole time, but the Flashbacks you got were messing with your Head in that Moment.

As you reached the Hallway, you saw someone standing in front of the Bathroom. ,,Fuck''  You murmured under your Breath. You were panicking, and in that exact moment, you felt two beautiful brown Bambi Eyes glancing at you. You suddenly heard the Boy clearing his Throat. ,,There's someone in the Bathroom ... I've been standing here for 10 Minutes. Are you okay ?'' You could tell that he was hesitating before asking you if you were okay. You didn't even try to lie at him. You immediately shook your Head as a Response.

He furrowed his Eyebrows when he noticed the Way you were shaking. ,,Do you wanna go to a more quiet Room?'' He was so concerned, and he didn't even know you. ,,Yes ... but please don't hurt me'' You quietly mumbled. Your Voice was weak.  He was in Shock. He didn't even wanna know what you were going through. ,,I promise I would never hurt you ...  Do you wanna tell me your Name? '' You took a deep Breath before answering. ,,It's Y/N...'' He quickly forced a smile on his Face as he slowly started getting a bit closer to you. ,,I'm Heeseung, It's really nice to meet you. I promise you can trust me. Follow me ?'' His Voice was soft. It's been a while since someone talked to you like that. ,,...Alright.'' Heeseung smiled gently before leading you to an empty Bedroom, where you could lay down and get some Rest.

He sat down on a Chair in the Corner of the Bedroom, since he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. He kept his Distance. When you started hyperventilating again, Heeseung immediately noticed and got up from his Chair. ,,I'm gonna sit down next to you alright ? Try taking a deep Breath...'' You followed Heeseung's Instruction, and his Eyes never left yours. He carefully started stroking your Hand with his Thumb, which surprisingly helped you calm down almost immediately. You whimpered at his Touch.

,,Thank you for bringing me here'' You mumbled in between your quiet sobs. ,,I'm so glad I could help. I'm gonna go get you some Water and then I'll be right back alright ? Do you want me to drive you Home later ?'' You quickly shook your Head as a few more Tears rolled down your rosy Cheek. ,,I don't wanna go home. I'm scared...'' Heeseung raised an Eyebrow, wondering why you would be scared of going Home.

,,Do you wanna tell me why ?'' You closed your Eyes as you let out a sob, before quickly taking your Cardigan off, revealing your bruised Arms and Shoulders . Heeseung's Eyes widened in pure Shock. Everything made sense now, and he was speechless. ,,I'm so sorry'' Heeseung whispered, as his Eyes started filling with Tears. You looked at him for a Second, before letting yourself fall into his Arms.

You trusted him, even though you literally just met him. He made you feel incredibly safe. Heeseung held you close to his Chest, letting you cry as much as you needed. ,, Whoever did this to you is never gonna hurt you again. I'm gonna be your little Guardian Angel from now on. I promise I'm gonna get you out of there. '' You let out a shaky breath against his Chest, as he gently kissed the crown of your Head. ,,Am I making you feel uncomfortable ?'' He whispered. ,,No, not at all. It's been a long time since I felt this safe...'' You spoke, making Heeseung force a painful smile on his Face.

You laid in Heeseung's Arms in complete Silence for a few Minutes, trying not to fall asleep. But for some Reason, you felt like you owed him an Explanation. Even though you actually didn't.

,,He's a Drug Addict...'' You suddenly mentioned, making Heeseung look at you in Surprise. ,,You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to...''  You sighed deeply. ,,But I want to.'' You stated with a shaky Voice. ,,Okay .. I'll listen.'' Heeseung said, as he caressed your Hair gently to calm you down a bit. ,,I didn't know about his Problem with Drugs when we first met. He seemed like a good Person. But now ... he's just a manipulative, abusive asshole. And it hurts so much to see that. I care so much for him. I'm always trying to help him but he couldn't care less. Instead of caring, he hurts me. I wish I was strong enough to call the Police on him.'' Heeseung felt like throwing up. How could someone be so heartless ??

,,Look, Y/N . I have a Guest Room in my Apartment and you can stay for as long as you like. I need you to be safe. And when you're ready, we're gonna take care of this whole Situation. I'll help you with every single Step and I'll always protect you no matter what.'' You teared up. ,,Thank you so much'' Heeseung's Mouth curved into a smile, as he gave you another tight Hug. ,,Can we stay like this for a little while ?... I haven't been hugged in Years'' You whispered, making Heeseung giggle softly. ,,Of course'' He said as he looked at you in awe.

You met Heeseung when you needed him the most. Sometimes you wondered if he actually was a Guardian Angel. He saved you. And you loved him for that. 

1 Year later...

Just like every Morning, you woke up cuddled up against Heeseung's Chest. The Corners of your Mouth turned up as you heard soft Snores leaving his slightly opened Mouth. You started leaving a few soft kisses on his Chest, trying to carefully wake him up. And when you noticed him trying not to smile, you knew you succeed.

,,I know you're awake, Heeseung'' You mumbled quietly, making him break into a fit of giggles. You laughed softly before placing a gentle Kiss on his Lips. ,,Good Morning, Beautiful'' You smiled hearing Heeseung's morning Voice. ,,Good Morning Angel'' You answered shyly, before Heeseung pulled you back into his Arms. You hid your Face in the crook of his Neck, as he held you tight.

You gently brushed your Lips against his Neck, making Heeseung smile sweetly. ,,You're so perfect, Y/N. How did I even deserve you'' You closed your Eyes slowly, inhaling his comforting Scent before placing a soft Kiss on the Skin of his Neck. ,,Why are you so good to me ?''  You whispered quietly, making Heeseung raise an Eyebrow. He gently brushed a strand of Hair behind your Ear, making you look up at him.

,,What do you mean ?'' Heeseung murmured, as you rested your Forehead against his. You sighed. ,,You're treating me so .. right'' Heeseung's Eyebrows furrowed. Hearing that from you broke his Heart for some Reason . He hated your Ex Boyfriend so freaking much for hurting you like that. ,,This is how you deserve to be treated, Y/N. I love you so much'' He said, kissing your Forehead after.

,,You saved me, Heeseung'' Heeseung shook his Head. ,,No .. you saved yourself, Y/N. I was just your little Sidekick.'' You giggled softly, as you wiped a Tear off your Cheek. You knew you finally found your Peace ... you found it in Heeseung's Arms. You've never felt this safe and loved before. Heeseung gave you a soft Kiss, that travelled from your Nose to your Lips. The Kiss lasted a bit longer than expected. Your Fingers were locked, as you shared a soft, delicate Kiss that made you feel warm all over.

Heeseung rested one Hand on your Hip, while the other one was gently caressing your Cheek. His Lips were so soft, and the Way he touched you so beautifully made you want to cry. You carefully deepened the Kiss, making Heeseung smile softly. The Kiss was feathery, yet passionate. And it made your Heart beat at least ten Times faster. ,,I'm in love with you.'' You whispered, breaking the Kiss. Heeseung placed one last long Peck on your Lips, before smiling at you.

He softly traced his Fingertips over your Shoulders, making you grin shyly. He loved you with his whole Heart, and he showed you what being loved actually feels like. He was there when you needed him the most. He made all of your Wounds heal. And you knew, that he would stay with you forever. You knew, he would love and protect you forever. And you were so right about that.

,,You're safe now...''

[howlingday]

So how about a little challenge, choose one of the following 3 songs as the theme of the writing or background music for it: 1.-NEFFEX - Careless 2.-NEFFEX- Rumors 3.-REDASH : OUR HOMETOWN [GODDESS OF VICTORY: NIKKE OST] ps: this is only if you want.

I do want, and you know what? I accept your challenge, and in reply, I say, GIVE ME ALL THREE.

---------------------------------------------------

Another Sleepless Night

Lucyna Kushinada, better known by her friends as Lucy, stared out her apartment window. Her friends... Assuming anyone else survived that night. Everything was already fucked from the start, with her getting kidnapped and held hostage while the crew charged headfirst into the shitstorm of Arasaka gunfire.

She remembered reading the news report about the "violent gangers who tried to storm Arasaka tower" and manged to be "summarily punished as to be expected." She'd read every news outlet she could on her way to the moon. Hoping, praying that someone found something that the others didn't and somebody survived.

But no, that's not what she found. They all said the same thing with different words. Rebecca is dead. David is dead. Days later, they found Kiwi dead outside a Buck-a-Slice in Arroyo. Much as she was a backstabbing and cold-hearted bitch, a part of her missed her.

But not as much as she missed David. On the moon, she swore she saw him jumping around on the moon, just like he did before. Her throat felt dry, so she left to grab a drink. Something hard enough to make her regret. But she couldn't forget.

Never. Because every day, she regretted not ripping off her helmet and dancing with him on the moon.

(NEFFEX - Careless)

===============================

Jaune Wants to F Pyrrha

People said a lot of things about Pyrrha Nikos. Some said she tall, beautiful, and perfect in every way. Some said she was Remnant's light of hope against the dark tides of the Grimm. That none could ever defeat the aptly named Invincible Girl.

And yet there was surprisingly little said about her in any negative way. Pyrrha never made any statements of her being perfect, but public response was she was being modest. The first negative thing anyone ever said about her was during her first few weeks of Beacon Academy, when her teammate, Nora Valkyrie, said she "apologized way, way, waaay too much" and "was too nice for her own good". Since then, she had been small attempts to remedy these issues, but this seemed to only fuel the already roaring flames of the perfectionist ideal people made of her. It seemed no matter what she did, she would always be perfect.

Until one day, she met a young man about her age. Her team leader, Jaune Arc, who was almost her exact opposite in every way. Nobody said a nice thing about him since his arrival, save for the few friends he'd made, and even then, they had much to say about him.

Jaune was weak, scraggly, and was inept at combat when he began attending. She could personally attest to his lacking qualities when he not only didn't have his aura unlocked, but he didn't know what aura was! But she knew better than to judge a book by it's cover and decided on the day of her initiation that he would be her partner.

Was it selfish to pick and choose who she wanted to team up with? Maybe, but it worked out in the end. Where Jaune lacked in combat strength, he made up for it in his tactical mindset, leading their team to victory. One could say he was the brains of the outfit, though his low test scores would argue that point.

Over time, though, his lacking skill became more and more evident, so he asked Pyrrha to train him. This leads us to now, on the rooftop above their dorm, where they hold their near nightly sparring matches. They had finished a mock match, sitting next to each other, hands so tantalizingly close and yet so painfully distant. He looked to her and she looked to him.

Jaune gazed into Pyrrha's eyes, and she into his. The blue sky overhead met green hills below, and she couldn't help but admire the way he looked at her. She could see... No, she could feel love and adoration glowing from him. Her heart pounded as he spoke to her.

"Pyrrha, I... I wanna ask you something." Pyrrha swallowed a lump in her throat. "And... And if you don't want to, I'd understand and respect your decision."

It was at this moment she realized where they were. They were alone, isolated from their friends, on the rooftop of the school with a night sky filled with gleaming stars and a moon nearly whole. This was a night she'd always dreamed of.

"Anything, Jaune." She answered.

"I... I wanna fight you!"

"...Come again?" She didn't hear that wrong, did she?

"I want to fight you." Jaune said, with more confidence this time.

"I... I sorr-" She stopped herself. "I mean, excuse me, but I don't understand what you mean. Didn't we finish sparring?"

"Yeah, we did, but," he looked up, to the stars that glittered high, "but I meant I want to fight you for real one day. I want to get so good, you don't have to hold back against me when we do spar."

She wouldn't argue with his statement, considering nothing he said could be seen as a lie. She was leagues above him with her years of athletic and competitive training, so of course she would have to hold back when the two sparred. A kindness she didn't often share with others, or ever in the case of the resident bully, Cardin Winchester.

"Do... Do you really mean that?" Pyrrha asked. "Do you really want to fight me?"

"Pyrrha, if I could fight you on your level, and not totally suck, I think I'd be the happiest guy who ever lived."

Giving a puff instead of a laugh, she couldn't stop smiling at him. She leaned against him, her pinkie touching his. Then, his hand slid over hers, and she felt her heart nearly explode with joy. She gave a soft sigh.

"One day... I want to fight you, too."

(NEFFEX - Rumors)

**********************************************

The Napping Bounty Hunter

Zora Salazar was a lot of things.

First off, she hates epithets and whatever criminals she hunts down using them gets an extra crack in the jaw. Two of 'em if they're really going on and on about how their supposed "magic superpower" automatically means they win.

Second, she herself is Inscribed, and her epithet was, is, and will be broken. Helped make her bounty hunting easier, sure, but she rarely used when she was tracking. Not unless someone gives her a reason, like ticking her off in a way similar to the previous paragraph. Still, her epithet was definitely the strongest she'd seen yet.

Third, she's a bit of a romantic. Not exactly like the loved-dovey, kissy face, "I'd die for you" kinda romantic. More of a "two men enter, one man leaves, and they're both best friends, and they're giving it their all and also there's a sunset shining behind them" sort of romantic. She loved the thrill of the fight, the sweat that beads down from giving your all, and chase and satisfaction of reaching the top.

Fourth, she really loves-

"HEY!" A voice belowed.

Zora tapped her hat up from her comfy lie down against the tree. And she JUST got comfy.

The bellowing came from a familiar face, but not one she could name. Some guy from a gang she busted a few days ago. She would've brought him in, but he was already running out the back door when she zeroed in on his boss.

"You n' me got a score to settle!"

"No, we don't." Zora put her hat back on her face. Great, now she has to get comfy again.

"Yes, we do!"

"Nuh-uh."

"WHAT YOU MEAN NUH-UH?!"

"I mean. Nuh. Uh." She grumbled loudly. "Means whatever beef you got with me goes to a different butcher. Do I look like a butcher?"

"She looks like a cowboy." A small voice said behind annoying big guy.

"Nah, I'd say she's more of a desperado." Another voice said.

"You only know that word because you watched one western movie!"

"And it was a good one!"

Maybe a movie would would help her sleep. If she was real quiet, she could sneak inside and take a nap in a comfier seat than this tree. I mean, the tree was comfy if you got in the right spot, but-

"HEY! QUIT STARIN' AT THE SKY!" He huffed. "You're being so rude! We drove all the way out here in my brand new car just so we could make you pay for putting our boss in jail!"

"Listen," Zora said after letting out a deep breath, "I'm willin to let this go for interruptin my nap. So get back in your car while you still can."

"Oh, I don't think so!" Suddenly, Zora felt a hand grab her by her poncho. Of course this loudmouth had an epithet. All loudmouths do. "I'm gonna-"

"Let go."

"Wha?"

Zora glared at him with cold, baneful eyes. "LET GO, OR ELSE."

"Or else what?" He sneered. Oh, she was so hoping he'd say that.

With a grin and an iron grip, she squeezed his hand. Slowly, it started to bulge before shrinking, smaller and smaller until all that was left was emaciated, bony hand. With a groan, he let go, wheezing as he stared at his wizened fingers.

"Wh... Wha dih you do to muh bodeh..." Losing his teeth didn't make him easier to understand, but Zora was well versed in gum linguistics.

"Or else." She said, turning away. "Enjoy the walk home, old man."

"Uh, but we drove."

"I know." Faster than anyone else could react, she whipped out her gun and fired a bullet into the engine of the car. Rust creeps as paint peels, the car slowly sinking to the ground as it's tires deflated. The glass of the car slipped free, shattering as it fell inside. "But you're walkin' now."

(REDASH - Our Hometown)

_________________________________________