#but back when it first came out i was obsessed

[vacz]

I still remember when I watched for the first time.

I was 9 years old back then, I saw the trailer in my tv on cartoon network's channel and in the first moment it captured me. The fairytale aesthetic of it, the voices, the colors and the design were like something mysterious but also something that for some reason I wanted to watch, so I did it when it first aired and oh boy, I love it

However, I was little back then and I didn't know what a fandom was, so looking back I felt like I just missed the hype of this series when it first came out, and couldn't truly enjoy it with others. For some reason, I have been obsessing with this series by a year now (On Wirt especially) and it was this year that I could finally re-watch the series entirely after so many tries to find it

And that causes me to want MORE, more of the characters and the story, I couldn't read all the comics that were out for the simple fact that I didn't find them (yet). But, with the ones I read... Some of them I didn't like very much. I mean, they are entertainment but nothing else, just 'little nice adventures of Wirt, Greg and Beatrice' that makes me realize that what I am looking for isn't just seeing them again but watching them in a story with the same weight and good writing of the original story, keeping it serious and mysterious aura... which I don't think I should ask

I see that some people have this problem too, because Over The Garden it's so good and at the same time it's so short, but it's perfect for the way that it is, it's not a series that has gone cancelled or anything but something with a ending

It lives in our memories, and the thing is that we crave for more because we miss the feeling of magic that gave to us the first time we watched. Not matter how many times it's re-watch it, people would like to see something new, not truly new-new but something more of these characters in this world and what mysteries have and what lessons we could learn, what moments of fear and reflection we could have again, a story so good as the first

Which may not happen again, not with this world and its characters. And in fact, maybe it's better but we think that because of the fear of the possibility that if something new comes, it may not be as good as the first one, and it ruins our perspective of how perfect Over The Garden Wall is

And yet at the same time people still re-watch it over and over again, in every fall and in every Halloween

I'm 18 years old now, and I wish to experience what everyone experienced when otgw first came out: talking with people about it, making drawings, seeing fanarts and edits everywhere and shearing ideas of the characters and the story, otgw being massively popular again like Gravity falls's was just right now, now that I have the knowledge to enjoy it completely and not back then when I was 9 years old

It's nostalgia, nostalgia make us crave for more But... Is it bad to want more?

It's natural, that's for sure. I rather think it's neutral, it can be good or bad but it depends on the creator's will

Over the Garden Wall 10th Anniversary stop motion short by creator Patrick McHale and Aardman Animations

[firewasabeast]

Prompt: tommy breakdown after buck goes through something traumatic, not right after. When buck is all good, tommy starts to shut down, and after a while buck notices and comforts him. Okay thats a long one sorry lol

This is probably not exactly what you wanted, but hopefully it's close enough! This fic features lots of snuggles.

Tommy stayed calm when he heard a firefighter had been seriously injured and air support was needed. He didn't panic when Chimney was the one to start relaying information to him and the flight medics. Even when he heard the words “Firefighter Evan Buckley of the 118” and “impaled” he focused on getting the bird from point A to point B.

When he landed the chopper, Tommy stared straight ahead and let the medics do whatever needed to be done to get Evan ready for transport.

He thought he heard Chimney ask if he should really be the one flying right now. He wanted to say, “Who else is gonna do it? I'm the only pilot here.”

Instead, he simply replied with a yes, then took off with the knowledge that his Evan was being worked on behind him.

He didn't ask how the patient was doing. He didn't listen to whatever the medics said. He did his job and got them to the hospital.

He didn't see Evan's injury until the surgeon met them at the helipad. A large metal rod sticking out of his abdomen. His turnouts had been pulled off of him, undershirt cut open. Blood, both dry and fresh, covering his body.

He had a pulse. Tommy did hear that.

But he looked lifeless.

He looked-

Tommy stopped himself from going there. He heard his coworkers say something about sending another pilot to pick up the chopper. That Tommy should go to the waiting room. He was the emergency contact anyway.

Tommy went. Sat and waited and waited, staring at the white and mint green wall in front of him. At some point, the rest of the 118 filtered in. Then Maddie, Karen, and Athena.

Eddie was on one side of him, Maddie on the other.

He looked down once to find coffee in his hand, but wasn't sure how it got there or who gave it to him.

Eventually, Evan came out of surgery. A success, the doctor said. It'd be a long recovery, but he'd make it.

The first time Evan opened his eyes, Tommy was beside him holding his hand. When Evan's face lit up into a smile, Tommy felt like his whole world just got put back together.

He stayed by Evan's side throughout recovery. Had to be forced into going home for a few hours every couple days for some real food and rest.

Tommy wasn't one for using his sick time, or his vacation time, so he used up what he could once Evan was home so he could continue to care for him until he was fully healed.

It took time, but eventually Evan got to the point where he could return to work on light duty. He couldn't go out on calls, but he could help around the station. After a couple months of barely leaving the house, he was more than ready to deal with paperwork, and cleaning, and cooking.

Three weeks after that, he was fully cleared. In one week, he'd be going out on calls again. Everything would be back to normal. When Evan called him with the news after his doctor's appointment, Tommy had congratulated him. Had picked up a cake after work and they'd celebrated together.

And then Tommy stayed awake all night long.

Evan curled up beside him, softly snoring with his breath hot on Tommy's side. Tommy's hand rubbed up and down his back all night. Right over his newest scar. He had a matching one on his abdomen. Right where the rod stabbed through his body and almost took his life.

No, Tommy didn't sleep that night.

He felt nauseous the next day. Evan noticed, of course, because Tommy was obsessed with his risotto and could barely get half of it down.

“You okay?” Buck asked as they cleared the table.

“Yeah, I think I might be getting a cold or something,” Tommy reasoned. “Sorry.”

Buck smiled at him even as he raised a hand to Tommy's forehead. “You don't have to be sorry for not feeling well. I don't feel a fever.” He moved his hands to Tommy's cheeks, then his neck, then ran his hands down his arms. Tommy knew the drill. The mere mention of not feeling one hundred percent would send Evan into a spiral, even if he did try to keep his face as nonchalant as possible.

“You feeling any congestion? Sore throat? Chills? Fatigue?”

Tommy took a step forward, rested his hands on Buck's cheeks and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I'm okay, Baby. Probably just tired.”

When they went to bed a few hours later, Tommy slept. For a couple hours, at least. He wished he hadn't though, because the nightmare he had felt more graphic than seeing Evan get taken away by the surgeon.

He woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Thankfully, Evan was out like a light. Tommy got up and headed into the bathroom, turning on the sink to splash some cold water on his face.

He grabbed a washcloth and wet it, wiping the sweat off of him. Then, he pulled off his sweatpants and put on a new pair before getting back into bed.

Once he was back under the covers, he reached over and scooted his hand underneath Evan's body, nudging him until he turned and laid nearly half of his body directly on top of Tommy.

Tommy tugged the covers up until they were over Evan's shoulders, then he wrapped his arms around him and held him tight.

Evan smacked a couple times, burrowing his head further into Tommy's neck. Tommy closed his eyes, breathed him in. Felt Evan's heartbeat against his chest. Listened as his breathing evened back out.

He closed his eyes, but he didn't fall back to sleep.

The next day they both had work, but Tommy ended up getting distracted so many times that his captain wouldn't let him fly. Tommy couldn't even argue with the decision.

They next day, when they both got off shift, Evan arrived a little later than Tommy with burritos in hand.

“They're from your favorite food truck,” Buck told him with a smile. “You haven't been eating much lately, so I wanted you to have something good.”

Tommy didn't have the heart to tell him that the thought of eating made him feel like throwing up. He choked down every single bite of his burrito, then managed to pull Evan into the bedroom for a nap.

Well, sex first, then a nap.

As he laid on Evan's chest, one arm curled up beside him and the other over Evan's pec, he glanced down at the scar. How it raised ever so slightly from the rest of his skin, bright pink against the white.

His chest ached. His eyes burned. The call that he'd forced in one ear and out the other repeated over and over now. “We need an ETA on air support on the Marriott fire downtown! Firefighter Evan Buckley of the 118 has been seriously injured. He fell and was impaled by a metal object. Goes through to his back. Unclear at this time if any major organs were hit, but he's losing a lot of blood and his heartbeat is irregular.”

Tommy didn't realize he'd started crying until Evan stiffened underneath him.

“Tommy?” he asked, his voice soft but concerned. “Babe, what's wrong?” He tried to move them so he could look at Tommy, but Tommy just clung onto him tighter.

He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a stunted, shaky breath. “Nothing. S'nothing.”

“Well th- that's obviously not true.” He ran his hands through Tommy's hair, then over his shoulders and down his back. “Come on, talk to me. Please.”

Tommy gave himself a second to calm down. He wiped his eyes before he slowly sat up to face Evan. Evan scooted up the bed so he was leaning against the headboard. He took Tommy's hand, moving his head to meet Tommy's eyes as he tried to look away. “Tommy.” He gave his hand a squeeze. “Please, I'm worried.”

“I... I was so scared.” He breathed out the words like he was admitting to some wrongdoing. “Evan, when you... When I heard it was you over the radio, I was terrified.”

Buck pulled Tommy toward him, wrapping him back up in his arms. “I knew something was wrong. I talked to Cap about it. He said not to push.”

“I was trying to be strong for you. I'm not the one who got hurt.”

“You don't ever have to be strong for me, Tommy. You're allowed to feel things.”

Tommy leaned back enough to be able to look at Evan. “I just put myself in survival mode,” he said. “It was all about getting you better. I could focus on that and not worry about anything else. But, now that you are better- which I'm very thankful for- it's... it scares me. I don't ever wanna see you like that again.”

“Me getting the all clear is what did it, isn't it?”

Tommy nodded. “I think it's always been there, the fear. But it definitely got worse as soon as I found out.”

“Why didn't you tell me, Tommy? We're supposed to- to share stuff like this with each other.”

“I didn't want you to think I wasn't supportive of you going back to work. Because I am supportive of it. I know you're excited, and I'm excited for you. I just- I really love you, Evan.”

Buck smiled. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Tommy's in a chaste kiss. “I really love you, Tommy.”

Tommy pulled Evan to him this time, holding him in his arms. “I have no doubt that you'll be as safe as you can possibly be,” Tommy said, his hand finding its way to the scar on Evan's back. “But I'm gonna be worried for a while.”

“I think that means you care,” Buck teased.

“I really, really care.”

“I like that you care.” Buck smacked a kiss onto Tommy's chest. “If it helps, I worry about you every time I hear you're going up.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He thought about it for a second. “It does help.”

Buck smiled against his skin. “Good. You think you can sleep now?”

Tommy scooted down until his head rested against the pillow, his and Evan's legs tangling together. “I think I can try.”

[doctorwhommm]

dontcha think it’s kinda cute that i died right inside your arms tonight?

[midniterose]

My dog (Mox) loves cats. Her first meeting right out of the shelter was my friend’s big fluffy black cat and they’ve been good friends ever since [by which I mean SHE (my dog) obsessively invades his space to sniff him and whines when they’re separated by a gate and HE (the cat) lets her sniff when he feels like it and ignores her otherwise.]

For this reason, she thinks all cats are friend and tries to get to any and every one she sees.

On our regular walking route, there’s a house in a cul-de-sac with a ginger cat and a Siamese cat. The ginger one is almost never around but the Siamese one frequently is and Mox would drag us into this cul-de-sac unnecessarily to look for this cat damn near every walk…

Until ONE DAY, one of the owners came out and asked us to “cool it” with bringing her by. He says the ginger one likes dogs but the Siamese one that Mox loves merely tolerates them and he doesn’t want it to feel unsafe around its own home (like we don’t live in a city with fucking coyotes…)

This part is… whatever. We can shift Mox’s walk so she can’t pull us into the cup-de-sac if it’ll make him and the cat feel a little better… whatever.

But as part of the conversation he informs us that they WERE inside cats but he convinced his wife to make them outdoor cats BECAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT TO CLEAN THE LITTER-BOXES! If I hadn’t been trying so hard to be respectful I’d’ve lost it.

If you don’t want to clean litter boxes, don’t own a fucking cat.

There are a handful of outside cats in my neighborhood and as a result there is an unavoidable patch of grass right by my house that I very aptly call the “cat shit corridor”. I have to actively police my dog so she doesn’t try to eat some every time we leave our house. {side note, how is that fair? I have to pick up my dog’s poop every time I walk her or I risk getting in trouble but your outdoor cat can shit wherever it wants?}

So let me get this straight. Your cat can roam wherever it wants, shit wherever it wants, leave droppings that entice my dog and put her at risk of parasites and diseases, but my dog has to cross the street so your cat doesn’t feel “unsafe”… whatever

<<this isn’t the cat owners fault, but the new path requires us to walk by a fence that houses a yorkie that constantly tries to fight Mox through a gap in the fence. Honestly, it doesn’t feel great watching Mox run past it scared or try to fight back defensively… but your outdoor cat needs to feel safe so… whatever…>>

Sorry, I just needed to vent

you tell a bitch to keep their cat indoors and suddenly their town is the first in the world to have eradicated every viral, bacterial and parasitic disease, they invented completely harmless cars, dogs and predators dont exist either but somehow the native songbird population is fine since the cats in this place have lost the hunting instinct, there's no pollutants or toxic plants and human cruelty has ceased to exist. and mr mittens has a chip in his brain that will explode if he doesnt go outside 10 hours of the day

[hannieehaee]

Thinking about doting woozi awakened something in me hnnng something about a tsundere man being soft is so fucking cute like you just KNOW he'd be so awkward abt it at first but as soon as he knows that you like it and even WANT IT from him he'd be the softest man on earth

content: bf!woozi, established relationship, pure fluff, woozi is starving for affection and doesnt know how to react to it!!

wc: 610

a/n: i know this wasnt a request but i had to turn it into a little drabble bc im so obsessed with him and wanna take care of him so badly i just need to manifest that need into writing</3

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the first time you took care of jihoon was subtle. it barely went noticed by him at first, but when he realized, he couldn't help but recoil to himself. it was odd, really, to have someone care for you in subtle ways. it wasn't expected.

in reality, it had been quite simple. walking into his home studio, he almost missed it due to his organizational habits, but upon closer inspection it was obvious. you had cleaned up.

not only had you done the usual superficial upkeep that he was accustomed to doing, but you'd dusted! you'd moved every figurine, every bit of equipment, every movable object, basically, and dusted it before placing it right back where it belonged. the air smelled clean too, courtesy of your good taste in cleaning products.

the cleanliness gave him a newfound energy, especially due to knowing it had been your act.

next time he saw you, he was a bit embarrassed to thank you, but still managed a hug and a suspicious 'love you' murmured against your lips without any further explanation.

~

cleaning his home studio became a more common occurrence after a while. jihoon had at some point formally expressed his gratitude for it, but also added the lack of need for it. he felt badly having you clean for him, so he shyly stumbled his way into telling you that it was okay! he wouldn't want you to tire yourself with such a task!

this was met with a squeeze at his hip and a giggle as you let him know that you didn't mind. he was rarely at home while you worked from home, so cleaning just became a natural part of your day.

he accepted this with warmth in his stomach. it was nice that it didn't feel like a responsibility to you. you just did it because you wanted to help him. he liked being helped.

this came along with various other acts of service you'd do without question. acts which continued to make jihoon's heart flurry with a mixture of gratitude and bashfulness.

the list was quite long, once he took a minute to really think about it.

you'd drop in with lunch for him and his bandmates every so often (which was quite a feat considering the number of friends he had), you'd brush his hair any time he let it grow a little more (claiming you just had that magic touch — which, granted, you did), suddenly he'd have socks on his feet when he woke up on a cold night, would find a brand newly knitted scarf on his way out the door in the morning, his kitchen would be stocked with his favorite coffee mix. there were too many tiny details to count.

jihoon always tried to return the favor, but would always feel like he lacked. no one in this world could compare to how doting you were, he'd decided.

worst of all was the viscerally embarrassing way in which he'd react at your acts of service.

he'd always known himself to be bad at receiving love, but he had thought that being with you would teach him a thing to do. the reality was, though, that the stuttering and the blush on his cheeks would just become a staple every time you so much as removed an eyelash from his cheek.

he sometimes wondered to himself, did you realize? how affection-starved he was? how much he truly appreciated your affections despite being the worst at verbalizing this gratefulness?

but the answer was found in the kiss pressed to his cheek any time he'd stutter his way through a 'thank you, i love you.'

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Okay, so, the ask about yandere platonic dick cheating and how the reader would react has me wondering; what would happen if the reader somehow found out that Dick didn't actually change and decided to go no contact, because they couldn't trust him or maybe because they just don't want to be around someone like that? Would that cause Dick to spiral more? What exactly would be the consequences of going no contact? (Like a complete cut off, although it'd be a bit hard to do that since they live in the same house)

(I was a bit disappointed to read that he probably wouldn't change, but it seemed realistic to me because habits are hard to break and everyone in the batfam is messed up. Although, I imagine after years of therapy or something similar there might be some sort of change. But, I doubt anyone in the batfam is getting therapy... except maybe reader)

Sorry yeah, i don't like to think Dick is actually a cheater or this shitty. I just like to humor different scenarios i get requested. But you cannot deny that this man is a messy whore. THIS IS THE FACE OF EVILLL

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Look, cheaters are so sloppy. Even the ones who put the most effort into it are always bound to slip up. I imagine batsis isn't a fool. Like Richard...no way did you just go from being a serial cheater to suddenly being completely cleansed. You're an addict baby boy.

Like i said at first he's actually wanting to get clean for his baby sis and to be a good role model. I think it'd be very obvious to you that he's actually trying. He's irritable and really struggling to cope with the fact he has to put the phone down. You can see him obsessively checking his phone for what you'd assume to be a message or notification from one of his hookups. You can tell he's torn up about loosing his partners because he came clean about his unethical practices....

There's no hiding. This is such a deep seeded issue and it is really taking a toll on him. This is something like you said will need YEARS of therapy to fix.

So now Dick is trying to bullshit you a few days later...right in front of your salad! He's just sooo happy and he's proud about this new leaf turned????? Yesterday he looked like he was about to breakdown in tears because he'd been abstinent for just 48 hrs...and now he's glowing???

Dick, your patrol ended at 2 am last night...you came home at 6 am...please don't play with me rn.

not me getting heated. lol

He doesn't explicitly tell you he's back to his old ways. He's willing to keep lying his way into keeping you and this habit but it's undeniable. You know that his gf only forgave him because he lied to her too. It makes you sick when you saw the text of him telling her that he's busy with family and then left out for the rest of the day to go be with someone else.

Maybe you explode on him about it? Last time you were as nice as you could be about it but you cannot deal with the games anymore.

I liked to think in this scenario you're yelling at him and he's just still gas-lighting you, He throws every card to make you feel bad for accusing him. It absolute drives you mad. He's just so calm while you're are trying not to strangle him.

"Baby bat, i love you. I think you're just tired and are imagining things. You're convincing yourself that i'm still the old Dick because you're hurting...i understand and I forgive you. Maybe we should set up therapy sessions to help you let go of the past? Hmm?"

"YOU MOTHER FU-"

Ugh but i love him he's so fucked

The irony of him suggesting you therapy when he's the one riddles with mommy issues and the most insane coping mechanisms...

Dick isn't going to allow you to go no contact. You cannot go no contact with someone you live in the same house with. You are bound to interact and when you are dealing with someone like dick...it just won't work. The bat kids are extremely resilient and are well versed in making someone crack. You wouldn't be the exception.

More realistically you'd probably just be cold towards Dick. That's the best you can do. Not really responding to him and basically stone walling...

But i imagine this version of Dick to be much more forceful. He's done with your self righteousness. How dare you suggest moving out. That isn't an option because he needs to see his baby sister everyday. You are breaking up the family over this. You cannot cut him off because he's flawed...it's not that serious y/n. None of the other siblings are breathing down his neck. Maybe if you weren't so frustrating..he could actually become a better person. You are the one that is preventing him from being better with all your pressure!!

You packed your bags and are fully ready to walk out of this family for good because there's just too many wrong doings swept under the rug and here comes dick who is FUMING... He's trying to rip your bags out of your hands and grab you up..

You are not doing this to him. Stop being so-

Maybe your siblings step in and help you to leave. They help Dick calm down because they respect that it's your choice to live how you'd life.

Dick isn't stopping once you're gone. Especially if you're still in Gotham. There's a shadow that follows you where you go. Tons of messages and calls from unknown numbers. Even scarily enough..a blue toy bird left at your door with a small note that read

"Missed me, my little birdie? We'll be seeing each other again soon."

[e-hibiscus]

obsessing over domestic scenarios with Feixiao because she is my love and my life rn

omg Feixiao is totally a girlie who loves to be held. Like, imagine walking up with her??? She would love if you’re the one spooning her and pressing soft groggy kisses on her back. This woman is absolutely smitten for you and will stay in bed an extra half-hour JUST for her morning cuddles. She has things timed down to the second. She knows she can be up and done showering in 10 minutes. That it takes less than 20 to cook and eat is she’s quick enough… so she has time. Yup, definitely, all she has to do is get to her meeting faster, no biggie! Feixiao calculates the general time she has in her head and will make extra time just to sit in bed with you.

••

omg, if you can cook for her???? She’ll wife you up real quick. She loves your cooking and when you carefully curate it for her workout regimen you’ll be in it for one big cuddle session. I feel that she sort of nerds out about that stuff, and although she’s not on the nose about macros Feixiao keeps track of it to stay in top shape. The fact you remember it, and sometimes meal prep for her… it has her giddy. Every single day, Moze and Jiaoqiu never hear the end of it. The two men are stuck listening to the general go on and on about you and your wonderful cooking.

Aeons if you bring her lunch yourself, Feixiao will make time to eat with you. You came all this way! You can’t leave just yet! You have to stay and eat with her, you just have to! After the first time, you always made sure to pack food for yourself as well so your general doesn’t have to split her meal with you. Afterwards the two of you have lunch together you both go on a post lunch walk and then Feixiao drops you back off home or to work before she returns to her own duties.

[delulustateofmind]

Leaving So Soon?

Yan!Suguru x Reader Drabble

TW: Semi-rough sex, Suguru (a warning in itself) though he didn't defect, mentions of murder/kidnapping, yan behaviors. Mentions of drinking. MDNI

WC: 1k

a/n: idk what came over me this morning. Jeez.

You had been the one to pull him from his darkest thoughts, guiding him away from choices he would have made without you. Killing all non-sorcerers—that would have been easy without you, wouldn’t it? But here you were, in his arms, binding him, keeping him grounded as he pressed his hips up into you. The soft cries and whimpers you let out, your face flushed and eyes glistening, only drove his obsession deeper. Each thrust was purposeful, as if to cement his claim on you.

As he moved inside you,rolling his hips upward, his mind spun back to the night you first met, the way you looked in that tiny black dress, unsteady on heels you could barely walk in. He rolled his hips, making sure you felt every inch of him pressing into those soft, sensitive walls, wanting to etch himself into every part of you. How dare you look at him like that? The same way you did a year ago when Shoko introduced you to him at that karaoke bar. He could tell you weren’t the party type—your eyes were too soft, too pure. You were the kind of girl you bring home, the kind of girl who should never be tainted by anyone else.

You were his good girl. 

He remembered how you’d stumbled into his lap that night, laughing, looking up at him with such trust in your eyes. An awful decision, really.  He’d watched you sip water from the glass he held to your lips, only for you to whine when Suguru took your cocktail away. But he had shushed your little protests, pulling you close, burying your face against his neck and cradling you softly. He hadn’t known you long, but that didn’t matter. You were his. And he’d make sure of it.

“You love me, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice soft yet laced with something far darker, as he looked up at you, his violet eyes intense, almost unhinged. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he rocked you down onto him, ensuring each movement struck that perfect, devastating spot. You could hardly hold back, eyes rolling as the pleasure built.

Then, his grip tightened, his hands stopping you from moving. “I asked you a question, baby,” he murmured, the sweetness in his tone undercut by an unmistakable edge. “Or did I fuck you dumb already?”

“S-Sugu… I love you,” you panted, voice weak and breathy. His fingers squeezed your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he took your lips in a demanding, possessive kiss, tasting every corner of your mouth as if claiming it for himself.

“Then why,” he murmured, voice dangerously low, “did Shoko tell me something… interesting?” He pulled back, eyes narrowing before ramming his hips up, tearing a loud moan from your lips as you fell against him, body shaking from his sudden intensity.

“Sugu—” you cried out, but he only scowled, his face inches from yours.

“Don’t fucking ‘Sugu’ me,” he hissed, the words dripping with menace. His pace grew relentless, the harsh slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Shoko said you got some internship. In the States. Fuck you’re way too tight.  That you’re leaving next week.”

You tried to squirm, but he held you tight, pressing your trembling form against his chest as he thrust through your climax, teeth bared as he felt you clench desperately around him. The intensity was unbearable, his strength overwhelming, leaving you breathless as you bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck—Sugu, I’m sorry! I was… I was going to tell you…” Your voice broke as he continued his unforgiving rhythm, every thrust a reminder of who you belonged to.

“Were you?” His voice was a deadly whisper, inky hair falling over his eyes as he looked at you with a dark, feral intensity. “Were you just going to walk out? Disappear like some worthless whore?” His tone was venomous, his anger palpable, though his hands cradled you as if you were something precious—and breakable. He angled you, slipping into a new position, rolling you to your side, leaving you completely at his mercy.

“You’re my good girl,” he murmured, almost soothingly, his tone now soft, possessive. “You wouldn’t leave me like that, would you? You know I need you. Only you.” His thrusts grew deeper, his grip on your thigh tight as he lifted your leg, pressing even further inside you. Tears fell from your eyes, the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain leaving you clinging to him, sobbing apologies as you begged him to forgive you.

“Don’t even think about leaving,” he growled, his voice a guttural whisper against your ear. “I’d do anything to keep you. You’re mine, you understand? Mine.” His hand slid up, gripping your face as he forced you to meet his gaze. “If you left, I’d kill everyone you cared about. One by one. Then I’d find you, keep you locked away, chained to my bed, barefoot and pregnant until you remember you can’t belong to anyone else.” His words were a feverish vow, every syllable laced with unrestrained possessiveness. His hips stuttered as he reached his peak, spilling himself deep inside you, marking you as his own. His breath was heavy, his body pressing down on yours as he held you there, his chest heaving as he rode through his release.

“So, what’s it going to be, princess?” he whispered, voice ragged but dangerous, laced with a thinly veiled threat. “That internship… or staying here, with me?”

Your voice was shaky, broken. “Y-you, Sugu… I’ll stay with you.”

A twisted smile curved his lips as he held you close, his voice a low, satisfied murmur. “That’s my good girl,” he cooed, pressing a possessive kiss to your forehead. “Almost made me lose my mind, you know that? But that’s alright… I don’t mind going a little crazy if it’s for you.”

[crimsoncandy04]

At long last here it is, the unwilling sex slave of The Balladeer pt 2!

(note; It's stated in canon that Scaramouche of course refuses to allow himself to feel his emotions. So I believe that unless he was EXTREMELY obsessed with someone, he would probably just deny himself any romantic feelings and focus on his own goals even if it hurt. So I made my bro COMPELLED to love Y/N so he couldn't ignore his feelings. It's giving yandere but I tried to keep his internalized hatred for humans and mistrust of them as much as I could too. I have to get this part of the story out of the way, so I apologize if it feels forced or slow. I promise Wanderer will deliver in part 3 to make up for things though;))

The man who called himself Aether had stayed with you for the first few days after he brought you to the place called "The Grand Narukami Shrine" but then he had to leave for reasons you couldn't comprehend. You felt so unbelievably lonely and homesick. Longing for your master's embrace every day and dreaming of him every night.

You struggled to talk back with him at first, but eventually you found your inner voice again and were able to properly speak to him when he visited your dreams one night.

"Master I miss you so much. I don't know where I am but I want to be with you. I wish you were real so much! " You whined as you tried to reach out for the black and white apparition that surely was just a figment of your imagination. To your surprise he took your wrist and pulled you closer to him as his other hand found the small of your back and kept you in place. His monotone voice spoke in a shockingly calm tone this time as he whispered huskily in your ear.

"How do you know I'm not, sweetheart?" God this felt so real to you.

His lips trailed down your neck and his chin gradually came to rest on your shoulder as he held you tightly in his arms.

"It took you so long to speak to me again Y/N. Tell me, are you angry with me? Is that why you ran away?" He purred. An underlying predatory tone in his words as he turned to inhale the scent of you. Still not daring to ease his hold on you.

"No master I would never get angry with you! And I didn't run away, someone took me while I was sleeping! Please forgive me!" You pleaded. You felt him shudder a little.

"Liar. You left me to go back to that TRAVELER didn't you? Why else would you have let him take you away so easily?" He suddenly began to squeeze you so hard that it hurt. You struggled to take a deep breath as he continued.

"Don't worry, my pet. I will forgive you on one condition. Come back to me. I promise I'll let you off easy for this transgression if you just give up now and return home like a good girl ~"

You finally got enough oxygen to respond.

"master please I'm not lying! I don't know where home is or I would! Please don't be angry!"

He eased up a little. A soft hum leaving his lips as he then asked you something else.

"Tell me where you are then Y/N. Where did he take you? Give me the truth and I promise I'll have you back home with me before dawn. Speak my pet. Give me as many details as you can." Master sounded so comforting...so familiar. Archons you just wanted this nightmare to be over already so you could feel him again. So you told him the truth.

"Some big shrine. It's really high up. They won't let me leave because they say it's dangerous. There's also a huge tree in the center. Oh please save me master! I want to be with you!"

He pulled away then. A deranged smile crossing his face as his eyes dilated as he seemed to be thinking about something then. His voice was now shaky sounding.

"That place? Of fucking course he brought you there." Master started to laugh then. A very scary sounding laugh.

"He'll regret this. They all will. Don't worry dear. I'm going to get you back. Just stay where you are. I'll see you sooner than you think. "

You feel him release you. A terrible feeling of loss entering your body as he pulled away from you and disappeared entirely. You called out for him. Now all alone in what looked like a shadowy abyss.

Was this a nightmare?

You opened your eyes suddenly. Sitting up quickly in your bed as the sounds of explosions could be heard from outside.

You got out of bed and carefully went to open the window of your room and look out into the courtyard just beyond.

It was actual chaos.

Masked people were fighting armed soldiers. meanwhile several people including two shrine maidens lay dead in the sand as a fight raged on with no purpose from what you could see. However you weren't stupid and decided to get away while you had the chance.

No one had seen you yet and as you crept out of the opposite door to the small building you were in and fled down the mountain side, no one saw you then either.

Well you thought so at least.

You were halfway down when suddenly you felt a strong hand grab a fistful of your hair and yank you backwards onto your ass.

You looked up into the infuriated gaze of your master as he stood over you now.

"Well well well. Trying to run away again Y/N? And here I actually thought-" he suddenly started laughing again. Sounding very scary and even unstable as he suddenly kicked you HARD in the side. You screamed as his psychotic eyes leered down at you with little sympathy.

He rolled your foot over with his own and then began to press down on your ankle as he smiled cruelly at your tears.

You heard the bone snap before you felt it.

You were screaming and crying now as you felt him then kneel down and spread your legs before aggressively pulling your clothed sex against his own. He groaned before slowly grinding his hips between yours. His hands finding your throat as he began to use your body to get him off probably for the last time while he began to strangle you.

You tried to kick and fight as your survival instincts were activated then but it was a futile effort.

His hand traveled down your chest as your vision darkened then. Stopping suddenly as it landed on your lower abdomen.

You felt pain. But not fear as your world then went dark.

Your last thought being a pleasant one as your damaged mind could only be grateful that your death had been at the hands of your beloved master.

However things weren't over for you just yet.

You found yourself suddenly standing in the same shadowy abyss that you had seen in your dreams earlier. Except this time instead of Scaramouche, you saw a woman who resembled him in an almost uncanny way.

Scaramouche. So that was his name. Funny how you just seemed to forget for a while...at least your spirit could still remember your tormentor's name.

The woman with long violet hair suddenly turned to face you. Her eyes were kind. She even greeted you with a soft smile as you looked down and noticed a fox asleep in her arms.

"who are you? What is this place? Also am I dead?"

The young woman slowly walked over to you then. Reaching out as if to take your hand.

"here, I believe these belong to you."

You took her hand and suddenly every question you had was answered. You could remember EVERYTHING.

The vision hunt decree.

Scaramouche kidnapping you.

Miko leaving you to save your friend.

Aether coming back for you.

The child you were supposed to bring into the world.

How could you have forgotten so much?

The woman began to fade away just as quickly as she appeared then. A soft pink glow emitting from her silhouette as her spirit vanished.

After that you were thrown back into a world of excruciating pain as another bright violet light suddenly struck you in the chest.

"fuck. Fuck! Open your eyes damnit! Open them NOW! I swear...if you don't-" you slowly gained awareness as your eyelids flew open then and your gaze landed on a very disheveled and distraught looking Scaramouche. He had been pushing down on your chest. Practically crushing your ribcage in an attempt to restart your heart. Your body pulsed with electricity as you felt nothing but stiffness and agony in every inch of your body.

He immediately lifted you into his arms and planted his lips on yours.

Yet this time you felt nothing.

You wanted him to get the fuck away from you actually.

But something told you to hide this and play along.

So you did.

But it was too late.

He noticed the difference.

"You're acting cold sweetheart. Have I truly made you resentful of me this time? Oh well." He reached out to lay his palm against the top of your head.

"I guess I should've expected this. Don't worry, I'll make sure you learn to be a bit more forgiving."

You felt the tingling sensation you felt the first day he took you then. Your body wanted to relax but this time, anger welled up inside of you quickly, and despite your sore and broken body, you suddenly reared back with your good leg as hard as you could in the small space it had and kicked Scaramouche straight in the dick.

He dropped you for a second but didn't yell or even move. You barely even had time to try and pull yourself up before he was on you again too.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind. One holding your waist and pulling you back against him as the other went up your shirt and roughly groped your boobs.

His cool breath against your ear only disgusted you now.

"don't be like that my heart. Just relax. If I wanted you dead you would be. Though I'm tempted to choke you again for that little stunt you just pulled, I do understand your anger towards me. You should have told me before though my sweet. All of this would have been avoided then." He cooed as you felt his hardness against your ass then through the layers of fabric in between you both.

"ugh! Told you what!?" You snap.

You feel him squeezing one of your breasts much harder at the sound of your tone. A warning.

"that you're pregnant with MY child. Congratulations by the way dear. You're mine forever now no matter what ~"

This man was sick.

You immediately went limp and tried to loosen his hold on you. He was prepared for this however.

He almost sounded disappointed as he suddenly struck you in the head from the side with one of his hands. Moving faster than any man you've ever met.

His voice is the last thing you hear before you're knocked unconscious.

"rest my pet. You're not well right now. Don't worry... I'll make sure you're taken care of."

When you opened your eyes again you were no longer in Inazuma. To your surprise however, you were still... sentient this time. However you couldn't feel most of your body either.

In fact the only thing you COULD feel was someone's hands carefully caressing your stomach and chest as the other held you up from behind.

You looked around and suddenly you wished you had just stayed dead as you realized the new situation you're in.

Scaramouche was holding you in his arms as he gently massaged and kissed you as if you were his lover or something. What was left of you that is.

Because as you looked up and noticed the large reflective wall in front of you and saw yourself in Scaramouche's lap, your eyes widened in sheer horror as you notice that all four of your limbs had been amputated in your sleep.

He noticed your horrified expression and leaned down to speak to you in a soft tone which was unlike him.

"I know you're unhappy with me. And this will take a while to get used to. But if it means keeping you close and keeping our child safe from harm, then I'll do whatever it takes..."

You feel his hand slip under your dress then. You aren't wearing anything besides the thin silken garment and his fingers find their way into your cunt easily.

You watch in the large mirror before you as your body gets aroused and he plays with you in an almost gentle manner this time. Yet even as you cum on his fingers multiple times despite yourself, something inside you feels almost defeated in a way. Broken.

Is this really your life now?

Did you do something wrong?

What god had you angered to have earned an ending like this in the loving embrace of a vile man with a crooked view on love and family who claimed to only want to protect you and hold you close?

You didn't have much time to think before you felt Scaramouche lift you up a little and then slam you back down onto his cock roughly.

You were completely helpless to him in every way.

***time skip***

3 months have passed since you were made into nothing short of a living sex toy for the self absorbed and insane harbinger Scaramouche. Your belly was much bigger now and despite everything else, you found that in order to keep your own sanity perhaps, you learned to cherish the small things in your new life.

The man was very much willing to give you anything you wanted.

From the lavish silk robes and gowns he adorned you in daily, to the expensive perfumes and soaps that were used to enhance your beauty and soften your skin, to the pricey foreign delicacies he had brought in daily for your snack time and meals...it was very obvious that Scaramouche spoiled you and did everything in his power to make you comfortable.

And at night when he would visit you in his bed chambers, sit beside you as you lay on your new satin cushion and begin to kiss and pleasure you, you realized that you had started to enjoy it.

You had no worries in this world anymore. He handled everything from your medical checkups to your hair appointments.

You just had to rest and grow the life inside you for him.

You were getting comfortable in your new routine when suddenly one morning, Scaramouche confessed to you that he was going away for a while but would send for you in the future to join him in time.

Fear and anger immediately flooded your tiny body upon hearing this.

He was just going to LEAVE you like this?

He had told you that he would just be in Sumeru working on a personal project and that you would be well looked after while he was away.

You pleaded with him. Demanding to know why you couldn't come with him.

He just shrugged and said if he told you, you'd be in trouble. So it was better that you remain hidden and waited for him to finish things in Sumeru City first.

The conversation had ended there.

You were at a loss.

What was going to happen to you while he was away?

What about your baby?

All you knew, was when he left that night, that you had a terrible feeling in your gut.

[luvzshy]

Taste of Obsession

Summary: After moving to the quiet town of Madre Linda for a fresh start, you didn’t expect to find yourself so captivated by Love Quinn, the enigmatic baker with an intensity that’s both thrilling and terrifying. As your connection deepens, Love’s charm gives way to possessiveness and jealousy, showing glimpses of a darkness that she keeps just beneath the surface. Her affection turns all-consuming, pulling you in even as every instinct screams at you to run. Will her love prove too dangerous to handle, or are you already in too deep to escape?

Word Count: ~2,500

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, possessiveness, psychological tension, implied stalking, and mild violence.

Madre Linda was the last place you thought you’d end up. After a few too many setbacks in the city, you craved a slower pace. The small California suburb, with its sprawling greenery and polished exteriors, seemed like the kind of place where things might finally settle down. That is, until you walked into A Fresh Tart on your first day, in desperate need of caffeine, and saw her.

Love Quinn had a presence that filled the room. She was beautiful, but not in a way that felt distant—she seemed both warm and untouchable, like she was part of the town’s fabric but had secrets she’d never tell. She moved behind the counter with an ease and elegance that made you feel like you’d stumbled onto something rare.

“New in town?” Her voice was smooth, light, with a smile that made your cheeks heat.

“Yeah, just got in yesterday,” you replied, a little nervous under her gaze.

“Well, welcome to Madre Linda,” she said, handing over a perfectly crafted latte with a little heart in the foam. “I think you’ll like it here.” Her eyes lingered, a moment too long, before she turned back to her work.

As the days turned into weeks, Love became a staple in your life. You’d find any excuse to visit A Fresh Tart, often spending your breaks there and savoring every minute of conversation. And the way she looked at you? It was like you were the only person in the room. You’d laugh at her jokes, share stories of your past, and, occasionally, she’d give you that look—that deep, knowing look that left a shiver down your spine.

But Love wasn’t just attentive; she was intense. Her gaze often flickered toward anyone who tried to catch your attention, and a low, simmering anger would cloud her otherwise gentle eyes if someone flirted with you. You told yourself you were overthinking things. But then came the night that changed everything.

You’d been invited to a small dinner party at Love’s home. Her brother, Forty, was out of town, so it was just the two of you. Her place was elegant, full of character—baked goods on the kitchen counter, plants thriving in every corner, and dim, warm lighting that made you feel like you’d stepped into a different world.

“So,” Love asked, her tone soft, as she poured you a glass of wine. “Have you met anyone…interesting around here?”

You chuckled, leaning back. “Not really. Just the people at work, and you, of course.”

Her eyes sparkled, and she seemed pleased, almost too pleased, with your answer. “Good,” she said, taking a sip of her wine and gazing at you over the rim of the glass. “I wouldn’t want you getting distracted by the wrong crowd.”

There was something dangerous about the way she said it—like it was both a promise and a warning. You brushed it off, telling yourself you were just misinterpreting her protective nature. But the next day, you found yourself second-guessing.

A friend from work, Mark, had invited you out for coffee, and you’d accepted, eager to make connections in the area. But when you arrived, Love was there, sitting in the corner, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. She didn’t say a word, but Mark seemed uncomfortable under her gaze, and after a few awkward minutes, he excused himself, mumbling something about needing to be somewhere else.

Once he was gone, Love approached, her smile tight. “I thought you’d be at A Fresh Tart today. I missed seeing you.”

You swallowed, your heartbeat quickening. “I—uh, just wanted to check out the area a bit. Didn’t mean to ditch you.”

Her eyes softened, and she reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was intimate, bordering on possessive. “It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice low. “I just…care about you, that’s all. People here…they’re not always what they seem.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with an implication you didn’t dare address.

As the weeks passed, Love’s intensity only grew. She’d show up at your place unannounced with baked goods, her face lighting up when she saw you, as if she’d been counting down the minutes to be near you. She’d linger close, finding excuses to touch your arm, your shoulder, her fingers brushing yours whenever she handed you something. And you found yourself drawn to her too, in ways you hadn’t anticipated. She was magnetic, her touch lingering long after she’d gone, her laugh ringing in your ears even when you were alone.

But that night, everything changed.

It was late, and you were at your apartment, scrolling through your phone when a message came in. Love. You unlocked your screen and read her text: I can’t sleep. Mind if I come by?

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at your door, and when you opened it, she was there, her eyes bright with an energy that felt almost…dangerous.

You barely had time to greet her before she crossed the threshold, her arms winding around your neck as she pulled you into a deep, fervent kiss. It was overwhelming, the kind of kiss that stole your breath and left you dizzy, her hands tangled in your hair, her body pressing against yours with a hunger that you hadn’t expected.

When she pulled back, her eyes were wild, her lips swollen. “I’ve wanted this,” she whispered, her voice rough with emotion. “For so long.”

Her confession hung in the air, a declaration that felt both thrilling and terrifying. You wanted to say something, to slow things down, but before you could, she was kissing you again, her hands roaming your body as if she couldn’t get enough.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a warning bell rang, reminding you of the intensity that had drawn you to her and, perhaps, should have kept you away. But right now, under her touch, all you could feel was her—and the fact that, despite everything, you didn’t want her to stop.

In the days that followed, her possessiveness became all-consuming. She didn’t want you speaking to anyone else, and if someone showed even a hint of interest in you, Love’s eyes would darken, a shadow passing over her face that left you uneasy. She’d show up at your work, texting you constantly, even hinting at moving in together after only a few weeks.

And despite every alarm going off in your head, you found yourself sinking deeper into her world, unable to escape the pull she had over you. You were addicted to her intensity, her love, even if it came with darkness lurking in the edges of her affection.

One night, after an intense argument about your friend Mark—who you hadn’t even seen since Love had scared him off—she looked at you with a dangerous glint in her eye.

“You don’t understand how much I love you,” she said, her voice trembling. “I would do anything for you. Anything. And I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

There was something final in her words, a promise that chilled you to your core. She wasn’t just saying she loved you. She was saying that you were hers, bound to her in ways you might never escape.

And as she leaned in to kiss you, her touch gentle yet possessive, you realized that, somehow, you’d always known—she would do anything to keep you. Even if it meant destroying anyone who got in her way.

[hanfourz]

— m.jh thought [✷]

🪼- this has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i had to get it out. (also making this into a longer drabble bc whew; so enjoy this little snippet ig)

warnings: suggestive towards the end, kissing

thinking abt college bsf!myungjae who has a massive crush on you. he doesn't even try to hide it, he's literally so obsessed with you. if someone is looking for jaehyun, they look for you first because wherever you are he follows not too far behind. you can't even fully recall how you two became best friends. you remember him coming into the cafe you worked at a lot with his friends, conveniently around the time you would start your shift. he was always really friendly and sweet, making conversation while he waited for his order to be finished. you remember watching him and his goofball friends bicker loudly in the middle of the coffee shop and when you'd accidentally let out a giggle he was the first to look your way. you remember him one day asking you when your shift was over and him telling you to find him in the library once you were done. since that day, you two have been practically inseparable.

finals were coming up and the two of you had decided to become study partners. terrible idea really because he didn't have a serious bone in his body. whenever he came to your dorm to "study", you two always ended up studying for maybe ten minutes max before yall were huddled up on the couch watching tv. you had to resort to studying alone once he'd left. bad decision number two was letting him convince you to come study at his dorm because his roommate would be out and you'd have "peace and quiet" (as if that was a thing around myung jaehyun). when you got there wearing a baggy tshirt and shorts, jaehyun visibly gulped. everyone but you was very aware of his crush on you and it was times like this that made it especially difficult for him. because how was he meant to act somewhat normal when you looked like that. he wasn't sure he wanted you to be aware of how he felt about you, too scared to lose you as a friend entirely.

jaehyun was even more touchy than usual, body pressed right up against yours as you two sat on his bed. touchiness wasn't uncharacteristic for him, he was like that with everyone but today it was much worse. you didn't really understand why he seemed to be attached to your hip today but you can't say you were complaining. you never minded jaehyuns clinginess, it was actually one of the things you came to rly love about him. once your (very short) study sesh was over, he offered to walk with you back to your dorm since it was dark out. you never turned down spending more time with him and you two headed to the elevator. as you walked you had started yapping to him about something going on with some friends from one of your other classes. he wasn't really paying attention though, hyper focused on the way your cut-neck shirt was falling dangerously low on your shoulder.

as soon as you two were in the elevator, jaehyun was extremely close to you again. when you looked up at him, you were shocked to see the way he was looking at you. and when his hands found the curve of your hips and he was asking to please kiss you, the puzzle pieces started to click in your head. truth is, you'd always found him devastatingly attractive but refused to entertain those thoughts, trying not to catch feelings for someone who was just supposed to be a friend. but you'd be stupid to deny him right now and you'd be a liar if you said you hadn't wanted to kiss him since that first day you saw him in that cafe. so you gave in, you let him kiss you breathless on that elevator and you invited him into your dorm when you realized that your roommate was out. you let him indulge in every lewd fantasy he'd had of you right on your very bed.

[hamjwis]

‘Baby say the word and I’ll be yours’

pairing: mark lee x f!reader sypnosis: mutual pining between two hearts that yearn for eachother yet too afraid to just say the word. wc : 1.4k an # been obsessed with requiem lately saur..

It was obvious from the start.

From when you first approached him till your most recent hangout back at his place. Mark knew that you liked him. It may be a bold claim, and it really was.

He knew he couldn’t just assume what others felt or thought about him. But he couldn’t help it. It started with your stuttered words, how you always became this clammy and nervous mess around him. Until you two grew closer and from acquaintances your friendship blossomed into something more intimate.

Mark noticed the extra effort you seem to put it in whenever it came to him. How you force yourself to listen to his rants about beats he conjured in his studio or the latest spiderman theory he had thought while in the shower. Or when you always find the time to come at his call despite your hectic days. Even as simple as how you always choose to eat at that one restaurant he likes despite preferring to stay in the comfort of your home when the night gets chilly.

Can’t read your mind, when all you do is dance on the line

It would drive him insane how you would pull him close and then push him away, letting out words only to take them back. It was tugging on his heart and messing with his mind whether you would mean those subtle touches, those gazes that you would hold a second longer than necessary, the way you would look at him as if he was the prettiest sight your eyes have laid on.

He had no idea if his feelings were just getting into his head or if there really was a deeper meaning behind your words.

“y’know, you look extra handsome today” You pipe up after taking in the details of the boy’s face, the words leaving your lips before you could stop yourself.

Mark could feel his cheeks grow warm as the words you blurt out reach his ears, another one of those remarks that make his heart jump. “yeah? you mean that?”

“why wouldn’t I?”

“you could be messing with me”

A roll of your eyes was all he received as he continued to push away your compliment, taking it as another one of your sarcastic jabs at him.

Of course you weren’t a fool too, you weren’t blind to Mark’s feelings. But there always was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that the fragments of his feelings were only a part of your delusion. Which is why you held yourself back from explicitly admitting your feelings to the boy in front of you.

On fleeting instants, gathering the courage to do so, Mark found himself playing dangerously at the edge of the boundaries of your relationship, calling you baby when he felt brave enough. Though when you question him about it, he would throw an awkward chuckle and say it was because you were 'too childish' and acted like a baby.

Can't read your mind, all I need is a sign

A sign, a single indication was all he needed, was all he was waiting for to finally push forth with what he was feeling. That was the only thing holding him back from letting out the words he longed to say. That was all he was waiting for because he had this feeling, that you long for him too, that you search for his presence in every room you enter.

Mark's heart would race whenever you smaller hand finds his, making up some excuse like 'I don't want to get lost' or 'There's too many people here' just to find a way to keep some touch with him. And he knew that wasn't the real reason you wanted to keep him close, when you would reach an area with lesser people, your grasp would remain tight in his.

Somehow, you would always find a way to stay close to him. Playing with his hair, fiddling with the rings on his fingers, holding his hand and just sitting close to him. And he wasn't complaining at all, hell, he loved it. But he was afraid of your interactions feeding his dreams and delusions that you just might like him back. He often found himself thinking to himself if you were just as touchy with your other friends or if he was receiving some sort of special treatment.

But despite all those apparent gestures, Mark always had a cloud of doubt in his mind.

Say the word, I know what you're thinking but just say it first

It was another one of those nights where you would stay over at Mark’s place, just unwinding after weeks worth of stress and work in the comfortable space of humble abode. The lights were dimmed down, creating this intimate air that surrounds you. Two glasses of wine, both halfway drunk was set on the coffee table. You found yourself setlled comfortably on Mark’s lap, the alcohol in system making your head buzz, blurring out the line between rationality and impulse. Mark’s hand on your thigh felt like it set your skin on fire, but you couldn’t help but yearn for it more.

“something’s on your mind?” Mark’s voice breaks you out of your train of thoughts, bleary eyes traveling up to gaze into his own hazy oned. He looked like he was on the edge of closing his lids, his face nuzzling into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“do friends do this?”

Your question hangs unanswered for a few moments as the air grows heavier

“do you want to know what I think?” Mark finally replies, his whisper a bit harsh, having a rough edge to it.

And to his question you nodded.

Mark looked like he was bracing himself, contemplating deeply whether he should take the leap after all this time.

“No, friends don’t do this..”

“..they don’t just snuggle with each other the entire night, or wear each other’s clothes or touch each other like we do and call it as being friends. it’s just.. I don’t know.”

He heaves out a heavy sigh before shaking his head.

“Or maybe they do and I’m just looking too deeply into things”

Silence

It was that dense silence against that made his heart thump, making him cower from looking back at you.

“Do you want us to be just friends?”

Your voice was quiet, almost barely a whisper but Mark heard it clearly. His ears perk up and finally lifts his gaze to see you already looking at him, almost unsure but determined. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made your tongue loose or finally dismiss the lingering uncertainty in your minds. But it seemed like you weren’t gonna let this night end without discussing this constant push and pull between the two of you.

“No”

He breathes out, his voice quivering slightly

“I want us to be everything beyond friends”

you let out a soft hum, as if you were contemplating over his words.

"so... best friends?" Mark couldn't hold back the sigh of exasperation that slips his lips, his hand leaving your thigh to card his fingers through his hair "baby, are you being serious?" He felt the lingering annoyance fade away the moment he heard your giggles, the sound you always made when you successfully poke fun at him. "Of course not" A whispy chuckle comes from you as you turn to face him.

"I like you, Mark"

The words felt heavy but they flowed out from you easier than you first thought they would. But your doubt begin to fade as you saw the warm spark in his eyes, his lips quirking into a smile. Mark couldn't find the words to reply with your confession, his body moving faster than his mind as he plants his lips on yours.

Your lips met, a soft brush at first, a tentative exploration of this new territory of hesitance both of you have stepped on. As your lips lingered, the kiss deepened into something more slow and sensual. A warm feeling spread through you, your lips leaving his to catch some air only to be pulled back in. Your hand found his nape, resting on his skin as you keep him closer.

Your chests were heaving when your lips break away for good, the sound of panting fills the room as you try to catch your breath. Mark's cheeks were flushed, her hand moving up to cup your cheek.

"God, I like you too, so fucking much it hurts" He whispers against your lips, his forehead leaning forward to rest on yours.

"I'm all yours baby, you had me from the start, you just had to say the word"

Baby, say the word and I'll be yours

an # tbh idk if this is good (and i kinda think it stinks) but a little story time hueheu I actually got the inspo of writing this because this is how I feel with the guy I like rite neow.. he's confusing the hell out of me but whatever, if I don't get my happy ending at least they will!!

[dark-konohagakure2]

Hello!

I would like to Request a fic where Hinata fell in love with a younger Kuinoichi and gets obsessed with her. All of Hinatas submissive tendencies disappear when she is with the young woman and all she wants is to dominate her.

tw: dub/noncon, fingering, nipple sucking, cheating, age difference, MDLG elements, praise, power imbalance, mommy kink, manipulation

All characters depicted are 18+

Hinata is a very content woman, she's married to the love of her life and has two beautiful children whom she adores, but being the Hokage's wife can be hard at times, while she is respected as both the Hyuga heiress and first lady of Konoha, she can get rather lonely when Naruto is away from home for so long. But at least she has her children, and their rather interesting friends.

Boruto has been in the house less and less since becoming an adult, but he still comes by occasionally to see his mother and sister, he'll even sometimes bring a friend or two along for his family to get acquainted with, and it's one of those days where Boruto brings a friend home, a kunoichi around his age who he's been friends with for a while, and when Hinata meets this young lady for the first time, she feels a burning, almost scary desire that she's never felt before.

It's not the same feelings that welled up in Hinata when she met Naruto for the first time, it's something much darker, predatory even, it's an almost primal desire to dominate, hardly befitting the elegant Uzumaki matriarch. Hinata doesn't know what to make of these feelings, she's never found herself attracted to another woman before, especially not like this, but she quickly starts to like the new feelings this girl awakens in her, it's a rush, Hinata isn't stuttering at all and her usually soft voice hardens imperceptibly.

Hinata is able to get her alone surprisingly easy, Boruto is almost always in a rush and running off at a moment's notice, and Hinata is trustworthy enough for the girl to feel comfortable around her, and Hinata will make sure she's very comfortable, she's a good mother after all, and this young lady looks like she could really use a loving mommy right now.

"Have you been being nice to my son..? Oh that's good, good girl... Just think of yourself as a member of this family then, and think of me as your mommy..."

Hinata takes her role as a mommy very seriously, it's her job to keep her babygirl obedient and happy, so that's exactly what Hinata will do. While in a more dominant mindset, she'll still be gentle with her lively new friend, there will be plenty of time for Hinata to demonstrate her secret collection of toys later, for now she wants her guest to feel welcome.

While gentle, she is firm too, holding the girl's head firmly against Hinata's own generous breast as her fingers find their way into her panties, Hinata has enough experience with touching herself to know where girls like to be stimulated, but Hinata won't give her the instant gratification she most likely craves, the purple haired woman wants to draw it out, make it as slow and steady as possible.

Hinata will feel a slight twing of guilt for betraying Naruto in such a way behind his back, but she'll quickly push those feelings aside, she knows her husband is a kind and understanding man who understands that Hinata is a woman with needs like anyone else, and he'd probably want to dominate such an adorable little morsel too, so in the end Hinata feels little to no guilt, just a desire to love and dominate this girl.

She won't drag things out forever as much as she wants to, Hinata wants to see how adorable her plaything looks when she's cumming all over Hinata's fingers, her whines of pleasure and discomfort muffled by the older woman's mature breast in her mouth. But Hinata won't be completely satisfied after coaxing out just one measly orgasm, after all she's been aching for quite some time to be pleasured too.

"Good girl~ You came so much for Mommy... Now why don't you come to my room, hmm? My husband won't be home for a while, so I can show you all the fun toys I use when he's away..."

Hinata is glad she finally has someone to spend time with when her dear husband is away, which is often given his duty as Hokage, she's been feeling rather lonely lately, but now she has a little girlfriend to spend some much needed girl time with.

[marcyvampire]

hiiii back with more can you also do platonic yandere Scott summers x reader

LITTLE PEBBLE

pairings ⸺ Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader. (Platonic Fic)

¿Request? Yes!

This is a Headcanon!

sinopsis ⸺ He found a little pebble, a trace of something that burned as intensely as she did. His desire to protect her had grown beyond reason. She was his only family now, a fire he needed to contain. But in his hands, even the pebble could ignite.

warnings ⸺ mdni! Dark themes, violence/death, blood, insolation, invasion of privacy, fire, kidnapping, delusion, Angst, murdering, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Gaslight, Mental Illness, Corruption, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation. The reader is a teenager (17-18). Reader is like Flame Princess (AT), Human Torch (4F) etc.

A/N — English is not my first language—Spanish is— Honestly, I didn't have much idea on how to tackle this request at first because I was a bit lacking in inspiration. But then I got some good news, and while watching my favorite animated series, the idea of the fire mutation came to me. I hope it doesn't bother you; since you didn't ask for anything specific, unlike a previous request where someone wanted a mutation similar to Raven's, I decided to take a bit of creative freedom. I hope you like it!

Yandere Scott Summers who… worried upon seeing you that uneven night, just when he needed to calm his mind. Sometimes the stress of being the leader of the X-Men and the weight of protecting his friends became too much. The simple idea of going for a walk soothed him, but in that moment everything changed. He saw you walking alone under the dark sky, with an ignited fury in your eyes and that fiery orange and red hair. He watched you in silence, and something in you resonated with him. He couldn’t help the need to protect you, even though he barely knew you.

Yandere Scott Summers who… against his own instincts, decided to approach when he saw you on the road. You had dropped your backpack and upon seeing him, your expression hardened, and the air around you turned hot. The fire emerged from you, threatening to consume everything in an instant. And yet, he didn’t move. He observed the intensity with a disturbing fascination, as if in that blazing heat he found something only he could understand. It was the rain that intervened and made you retreat, temporarily extinguishing the flames and giving him the chance to extend a hand, gentle yet firm. “You can trust me. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, not really expecting you to accept. But it was enough for you to lower your guard, if only for a moment.

Yandere Scott Summers who… took you to the X-Men mansion, aware that your stay could cause problems. However, he didn’t care. He was determined to help you find the peace he saw hidden beneath your fiery exterior. He knew you were dangerous, that you could cause a disaster at any moment, but he was convinced that you could be more, that you were not just a threat. So he took full responsibility for you in front of Professor X and the others, promising to take care of you.

Yandere Scott Summers who… even when you were hostile and avoided everyone, continued to visit you in the infirmary. He brought small colorful flowers every day, even though he knew you would burn them as soon as he handed them to you. He watched with a mix of pain and adoration as you destroyed those flowers without hesitation, as if in doing so you released a part of yourself. Yet, he never stopped bringing you a new one each morning. He saw beauty in your rage and discomfort, and deep in his mind, he wished that someday you would accept his company without fear.

Yandere Scott Summers who… slowly took you out of the infirmary, earning your trust with infinite patience. He showed you the gardens, knowing that you might burn a plant, but he didn’t judge you for it. Instead of worrying, he felt a deep devotion seeing you hesitate and hold back. He knew you were struggling, not just against your own power, but against the feeling that perhaps you would never fit in there. Scott admired that struggle in you, and every time he saw you silently looking at the horizon, feeling like you didn’t belong, his urge to protect you intensified even more.

Yandere Scott Summers who… stayed with you when you thought no one was watching, as you quietly questioned why the world saw you only as a threat. He listened to everything, and although his words were often few, each one was filled with unwavering devotion. “You are more than you think,” he told you, and although you found it hard to accept, his words lingered in your mind.

Yandere Scott Summers who… cannot stand seeing you isolated, burning small branches or flowers at the edges of the garden to release tension. He knows it’s a part of you that no one else understands, but he does. And every spark, every little flame is, for him, proof of your strength. For him, those moments are a confirmation that, no matter what happens, his purpose is to protect you, care for you, and ensure that you never have to defend yourself alone again.

Yandere Scott Summers who… accompanied you every day at lunchtime, making sure you were comfortable and had something you could eat without burning yourself. He knew your emotions could spiral out of control at any moment and, with them, your blazing heat. So he prepared, offering you small bites patiently, pulling his hands away when he saw the flames intensifying on your fingers and returning to try again just seconds later. “You don’t have to worry; I’ll take care of this,” he told you, with a firm yet gentle look. He knew he wasn’t just giving you food; he was giving you a reason to trust him and only him.

Yandere Scott Summers who… spent countless nights making sure you didn’t destroy your room. He stayed awake outside your door, watching every spark, every fire that broke out. He had filled your room with special materials resistant to heat, and he himself set up a suppression system to prevent the fire from spreading too far. However, it was him you turned to when you couldn’t take it anymore and the flames escaped your control. He held you while your energy overflowed, not telling anyone that his own hands suffered small burns each time. “I’m here,” he whispered, holding you with protective firmness. “I won’t leave you. Never.”

Yandere Scott Summers who… gradually began to treat you as if you were his only family, beyond the X-Men and beyond any mission or duty. His teammates began to notice, especially Jean and Logan, who reminded him that he needed distance, but he ignored them. For him, protecting you was his most important mission. Even if it meant putting aside his other responsibilities, he didn’t care. He was willing to put anyone aside to dedicate every second of his time to you, convinced that no one could take care of you as well as he could. Jean tried to confront him: “Scott, you need to set boundaries. You’re losing your balance…” But he looked at her, with a coldness in his eyes that even she didn’t recognize. “Jean, no one else understands. She needs me more than you think.”

Yandere Scott Summers who… took you to quiet places, away from the gazes of others. Sometimes he convinced you to stroll through the woods, places where he allowed you to release some of your fire without worries. He silently watched as you burned branches or weeds, and he stayed close, making sure there was no danger, that no one else was around to judge you. In those moments, he would come closer and speak to you softly. “Here you can be yourself. You don’t need to hold back.” And although you didn’t always respond to him, he knew you understood, and those small flashes of connection were enough for him.

Yandere Scott Summers who… could barely contain his emotion when he saw you in action on your first mission. He had spent months preparing you, training you in controlling your powers, and finally the day came when everyone would see what he already knew: that you were incredibly powerful and deserving of respect. He watched you from afar, hidden behind his visor, seeing how you handled your flames with precision and poise, confronting enemies without hesitation. Every movement of yours filled him with pride, and when the mission ended, he ran to your side, smiling in a way that was unusual for him. “You did amazing! you’re perfect,” he whispered, keeping his hand on your shoulder and almost ignoring everyone else, as if you were the only thing that mattered.

Yandere Scott Summers who… immediately felt a pang of jealousy when Jean, Logan, and Ororo also came over to congratulate you. Ororo gave you a warm smile, telling you how impressive it was to see your control and skill, while Jean took your hands and told you that you were progressing quickly, with Logan looking at you with respect, something that wasn’t common for him. Scott tensed, his hands clenching into fists as he watched them praise you. He knew they were just acknowledging you, but seeing others give you their attention in such a close and personal way drove him irrational. Jean shot him a knowing look, but Scott avoided her gaze, murmuring, “They can leave her alone; she’s exhausted. She doesn’t need your approval.” He couldn’t help his voice from turning cold. To him, there was no one more suited to accompany you than himself.

Yandere Scott Summers who… silently went mad upon learning that you had had your first sleepover with Jubilee, Kitty, and other young X-Men without him. He had wanted to be part of everything in your life, but the girls had kept him at bay. They knew he could overprotect you to an uncomfortable point and wanted to give you a normal experience, without Scott hovering over you every second. Even more, they wanted to avoid you getting upset and bursting into flames. He spent the night wandering the hallway outside your room, hearing muffled laughter and feeling a deep frustration. He wanted to go in, make sure you were okay, and that no one affected you, but he held back, teeth clenched. To him, there was no reason he shouldn’t be part of everything you did. After all, only he understood the importance of being by your side at every moment.

Yandere Scott Summers who… lost his patience when he found out you had gone to the arcade with Jubilee and other young X-Men. He was in the middle of a meeting when he heard the news, and without thinking twice, he left everything to go look for you. Logan was the one who blocked his way, standing in front of the door with his characteristic disdain. “Let her be, Summers. She needs her space,” Logan murmured with a mocking tone, giving him a challenging look. “Do you know what could happen if something goes wrong?!” Scott replied, his eyes fixed on Logan, unable to comprehend why anyone else thought they had the right to decide about you. Logan shook his head, his patience wearing thin: “What could happen is that she learns to live without you glued to her like a leech.” Scott felt a mix of anger and vulnerability that baffled him, but ultimately, he took a step back. However, he spent the rest of the night restless, only thinking about you, about how happy you could be without him there to take care of every detail.

Yandere Scott Summers who… secretly suffered as he watched you start to get along with the other X-Men. As your control over your powers improved, you became more confident and integrated into the community, talking and laughing with others, sharing moments you had only shared with him before. There was one student in particular, Sam Guthrie, also known as Cannonball, who sent you notes and letters expressing his admiration. He gave you small shiny stones he found, telling you they reminded him of the color of your eyes when you were calm. Scott found those details, and every time he saw one of those stones, he felt a wave of irrational anger. One afternoon, he approached you with tense calmness. “You don’t need his gifts; you know I’m here to give you everything you need,” he murmured, his gaze dark while holding the stone in his hands. He didn’t want to admit he was jealous, but his words and the rigidity in his face told you everything.

Yandere Scott Summers who… lost control when you told him you were considering going to Genosha with Sam and other young mutants. It was a decision driven by your desire to explore and experience life away from the mansion, and besides, Sam had insisted on accompanying you, assuring you that you would be safe with him. The night you mentioned it to Scott, he simply exploded. “Genosha? With Sam?!” he shouted, with an intensity you had never seen in him before. His face was marked by a mix of disbelief and desperation. “Do you think someone like him can protect you? That you can trust someone who barely knows your true needs?” he said. “Scott, you can’t control everything I do,” you replied, trying to remain calm, although his reaction made you doubt. “You don’t understand!” he continued, raising his voice. “Do you think anyone else will be willing to do what I do for you? I’m the only one who truly understands how dangerous you are and what you need to be okay!” His words hurt you, but they also revealed the intensity of his feelings, leading you to see a side of him you hadn’t noticed before. In his desperation, he had lost sight of your own autonomy, and for a moment, you realized that Scott was not willing to let you go.

Yandere Scott Summers who… felt his world collapse when he understood that your desire for independence could separate you. The idea of losing you, of someone else being your protector and making you feel safe, consumed him. So, in a moment of desperation, he made a drastic decision. He decided that the best thing was to remove you from everyone, even from yourself, so that you would never feel the need to seek the company of others.

Yandere Scott Summers who… prepared a chilling plan. On a dark night, he set fire to part of the mansion. Screams, sirens, and smoke filled the air, and as everyone else struggled to escape, he approached you and took your hand. “We have to go, quickly, now” he said, his voice intense and urgent.

Yandere Scott Summers who… upon reaching the exit, a twist of fate changed everything. With a simple gesture, he made everyone believe you had died in the fire. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make for your “sake.” The shock, the despair of the others, was a spectacle he watched from a distance, his heart pounding as he made sure no one suspected his role in all this.

Yandere Scott Summers who… took you to an isolated house in the woods, away from the mansion and any other X-Men who might look for you. There, he placed a collar on you that inhibited your powers. He knew that without it, you could hurt yourself or damage anything around you. “It’s for your safety,” he said, looking at you with a mix of tenderness and madness in his eyes. “I’ll never hurt you again, and no one will be able to. Here, you are safe.”

Yandere Scott Summers who… began to treat you like a child, controlling every aspect of your life. He fed you by hand, offering you small portions of food he prepared carefully, making sure everything was to his liking. “You have to eat to stay strong,” he repeated, watching you chew slowly; after all, you couldn’t refuse him, or you would regret it. He delighted in every bite you gave him the chance to offer, watching how you got used to his care.

Yandere Scott Summers who… chose your clothes with unsettling precision. He made sure they were comfortable yet modest, reflecting the image he wanted you to project. Everything, from colors to styles, was carefully planned to keep you within the limits he had set. “You don’t need to worry about anything else,” he insisted while dressing you. “Here, all that matters is you and me.” The house became your gilded prison, a place where everything seemed comfortable but was nothing more than a trap. The windows were sealed, and every time you tried to leave, he stopped you with a cold look. “You don’t understand the danger out there,” he repeated, increasingly anxious, as if every word was a warning. “I can’t let you go.”

Yandere Scott Summers who… spent hours with you, playing board games, reading books, doing anything that reminded him of a warm home, and always, always, watching you. However, every time you tried to ask a question about your previous life, his gaze would darken. “Let’s not talk about that. You’re happier here, I promise,” he would say, almost pleading with you. He refused to allow you to talk about the X-Men or any friends you might have had.

Yandere Scott Summers who… every time he saw you frustrated, igniting your inner fire, took it as a challenge to his authority. “You must control yourself,” he insisted, coming closer to you with a terrifying intensity, his eyes shining with a mixture of concern and possessiveness. “If you can’t control it, then you can’t go out.” And although he said it in a soft tone, there was a latent threat in his voice that made everything even more unsettling. The situation began to take a dark turn when you realized there was no way to escape, that Scott had made drastic decisions to ensure you never had the chance to return to your old life. You began to feel desperation and frustration building inside you, and every time you tried to scream or release your anger, he looked at you with a sadness that only reinforced his control.

Yandere Scott Summers who… one night, while you were silently crying, approached you and held you in his arms, but his hugs were filled with barely contained madness. “Don’t worry, my little pebble. Everything will be okay; you just have to trust me,” he said, in a voice so soft it felt like a disguised threat. “I will protect you from anything that wants to hurt you.” The atmosphere became oppressive, and the house turned into a prison, with Scott as the dark guardian who had decided your life would be his and no one else’s. He fed off your suffering, convinced that every tear was a sign of love and need for him.

Yandere Scott Summers who... One night, while you were alone in the room, you decided you could no longer bear it. With a heart-wrenching scream, you tried to use your power, but the collar prevented you. He appeared, his eyes burning with fury and pain, and although he approached to calm you, it was evident that the situation had reached a point of no return. “You are mine,” he said, his voice trembling between sadness and possessiveness, and at that moment, you realized that the only way to escape his control would come at a price you were not willing to pay. So, in one last attempt to free yourself, you began to fight, knowing that if you didn’t do something now, you would never do it. But in his mind, as chaos erupted, Scott believed he was doing the right thing. To him, you only existed, and he could never let you go.

A/N ─── Another one of the overdue requests; I think there's only one left! (The one for Kurt... and honestly, I still have no idea how to approach it, but we’ll get there eventually). I'm really sorry for the delay, but here it is at last. Thank you for your patience and support; it means a lot.

Don't hesitate to ask me anything if you want.

take a bath!

[rememberingliampayne]

Dear Liam,

I was sixteen when your first album came out. My best friend couldn’t get enough of it, and every time I went to her place, it was all we’d listen to. Out of pure teenage defiance, I pretended not to like you and the band. But soon enough, I found myself secretly listening to the songs on that album. Then, I started to feel that little crush on Louis—not that I’d admit it. And so, we grew up together in a way, Liam. My teenage obsession faded as I got older, and for a while, I only kept up with Louis’s work. Then you released Strip That Down, and suddenly, I saw you in a new light, as the man you’d become. I saw that same smile you had at 17, and it brought me right back. But I didn’t dive deeply into your life; I just put you on my "If only" list—a regret I’ll carry forever because you were so much more than just a handsome face. I’m sorry. That Tuesday morning will stay with me forever. I started my day like any other, grabbed my phone, opened Instagram—and there it was. A black-and-white photo of you, with two dates underneath. I searched your name, hoping it was a mistake, but the words just kept staring back at me. I read them over and over, struggling to believe it was real. It felt impossible, a heartbreak that shattered a piece of my own heart—a piece that tied me to the beautiful memories of my teenage years, where you and I, in some way, existed together. Thank you, Liam, for letting me know you, even from afar. Thank you for being part of my life and for lighting up my best friend’s world with your captivating charm—something I didn’t see fully until it was too late. You’ll live in my heart forever, and I’ll miss you always. I believe that our time here on earth is only a fragment of our journey, and where you are now, you’re finally whole and free. I know you’re somewhere full of light and happiness that never fades.

[darnell-la]

Could you write a Bellamy Blake smut where it’s set in season one and he’s trying to convince you to take off the bracelet

Or

Bellamy smut where’s he’s being possessive and protective because of the grounders

note: request more Bellamy smut! We’ve only got a few more left… And, of course, like, comment, reblog, and follow all the accounts we have listed on our pinned post!

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“You’re not going, so you might as well leave this conversation,” Bellamy cut y/n off as she planned with Jasper and Monty. “And who said I couldn’t? Clark told me I’m with these two,”

“I said you can’t. When did we put Clark in charge?” Bellamy asked. “When did we put you in charge?” Jasper whispered, but when Bellamy gored at him, he and Monty walked off.

“Guys!” Y/n said, but once Bellamy says something, it goes, and those two are always the ones to listen. “You’re not going, so there’s no need to call them back. Let’s go,”

Bellamy grappled y/n by her arm and pulled her away and towards their tent.

When the two came down from the ark, they were enemies. They’ve never truly talked, and if they did, it was an argument.

Now Bellamy’s bossing her around and telling her what to do. He even took her tent and attached it to her because it was dangerous to be alone.

“Bell, you can’t keep-“ Before y/n could speak, Bellamy smashed his lips onto hers as he entered their tent.

Y/n always gets confused by his actions, wondering how he could be this obsessed with her when they’ve never talked.

She thought the first time they made out and slept together, he would kick her out the next morning, but he never did. Instead, he moved her tent with his.

Y/n always asked her friends what he saw in her, since when they first came down, he had women on his side no matter where he was. No the only person on his side is her.

“Can’t put you in danger, baby, and you know that,” Bellamy grabbed y/n’s face softly to pull her closer to him. “I know, Bell, but they could use me,” she tried saying, but he didn’t care.

“We’ll use Raven — Need you safe and sound here. I-I’ll even tell Jasper and Monty to stay with you. Lord knows they don’t want to go,” the two chuckled at Bellamy’s comment before continuing their make-out session.

“P-Promise, I won’t go,” y/n stuttered before going back to breathing heavily. “You can barely take me, so how will I expect you to take the grounders, princess,”

Bellamy grabbed a hand of y/n’s hair to push her face into their mattress as the other hand pushed down on her waist.

“Look at you, baby — You’re too fragile to be out there. Need my pretty girl right here waiting for me to come back,”

Logan digs his fingernails into Y/n’s waist, causing her to whine. Bellamy never intends to hurt y/n’s, but he always has to scare her to show her how upset he’d get if she didn’t listen.

“One wrong move and I could lose you. I can’t lose you, y/n,” all she could do was whine and assure him she’d listen to him. “Good girl — Always so obedient. That’s why I gift you. Every night,”

Y/n cried out as her cunt squeezed him tightly. She knew that was coming, and before he could release, she did first.

“That’s it, baby. Need it all before I leave. All of it,”