#but he was your only family and you arent a good man yourself

[scalproie]

thinks about the sub zero brothers. explodes into a tiny million pieces

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: fwb!mingyu, pussydrunk!mingyu, horny!mingyu (he's just horny as shit guys), smut, f reader, penetrative sex, based off the picture above ofc, etc.

wc: 985

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you had known mingyu for a few months now. you'd originally met at some frat party that your friend vernon had invited you to. you attended with no specific purpose in mind. you thought maybe you'd mingle a bit, have some drinks with some friends, and then dip. however, your plans were promptly ruined by the six-foot tall boy with the pretty smile who kept eyeing you all night as he leaned against the wall, nursing a drink while making eyes at you.

that was the first night you ended up in mingyu's bed. at a first glance you imagined he'd be good at sex. you'd been right. somewhat. he was insane. not only did he have an insane libido, but he was insatiable for you. he managed to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you. what surprised you most, however, was how he never ran out of orgasms to give you in return. you'd heard of guys with short refractory periods, but mingyu was an anomaly. that night, he had kept you up for hours, causing you to arrive late to next morning's lecture (not that you were complaining).

the second time you met mingyu was quickly after, as you'd bumped into him at a football game two days after. it was almost comical. the way in which you met eyes and knew exactly what the other was thinking. without needing to exchange any words, you ended up back at mingyu's dorm, with your legs thrown over his shoulders as he viciously fucked you into the bed, muttering words such as "you're all mine. pussy's all for me, isn't it baby?", or "pretty fuckin' thing with an even prettier pussy, fuck. n so fuckin' soft too," or your favorite, "shit. best pussy ive ever had. gunna keep it for myself. that okay, baby? gunna give it to me, arent you, pretty?"

the man not only knew how to fuck, but he knew how to make you swoon. you needed no convincing to keep ending up in mingyu's bed day after day. unfortunately for the both of you, you were nothing more than a measly college student; a slave to the deadlines your professors imposed on you. even if you wanted to spend every minute of every living moment in mingyu's bed, you had common sense. which meant you had to prioritize your education.

you and mingyu had fucked consistently for about a month. that is, until midterm season arrived. like any reasonable person, this was time for you to hibernate in your room and cram, all while ignoring any outside distractions. your family, friends, any medical emergencies, and even mingyu's dick would have to wait for this stressful time in your life to end.

you assumed that this wouldve been the case for mingyu too, knowing he was in some of the same courses as you. which is why his most recent message threw you off guard, making you laugh at the absurdity.

from: mingu 🤤:

i'm legit gonna kill myself if we dont fuck again

you'd only been depraving mingyu of sex for a little over a week. was he that insatiable? okay, you had to admit, that was a huge ego boost (and a bit of a turn on). you were now faced with two choices. be a responsible adult and put your education first, or get your hole fucked and stuffed by the big hunk who was threatening lethal action against himself if he didnt feel your warmth around him as soon as humanly possible.

you didnt have to be asked twice.

giggling to yourself, you picked up your phone and angled it upwards, pulling down your shirt enough to display your bare tits and captured a quick picture, typing him a quick message to rile him up a little more.

from you:

want this ? ;)

*picture attachment*

after hitting send, you sat back down for a bit, uselessly putting your phone down as you heard a chime in response almost immediately.

from mingu 🤤:

fuck you

i'll be there in ten

giddy, you readied yourself a bit for his arrival, knowing his dorm rooms were not too far away from yours.

only eight minutes later and you were answering the door to a very frustrated mingyu, barging into your room and immediately pushing you up against the door, taking advantage of your gasp to shove his tongue in your mouth.

"you think you're funny, dont you, baby?", he rasped, "gonna fuck the funny out of you."

he quickly undressed you and carried you over to your couch, taking his own clothes off in the process. he bent you over and put you on your hands and knees, slapping your ass once before entering you without warning.

"fuck," he breathed out in relief, "how could you keep this pretty pussy away from me for so long, baby? wanted me to chase after you? i'll fucking do it," he fucked you harder with every word he uttered.

"g-gyu."

"i'll fuckin' move in to your dorm if that means i can have this pretty fuckin' pussy wrapped around me every night, shit," his words were getting to you, causing you to wrap tighter around him.

"g-gunna give it to you every day, pretty. will you let me do that? huh? stuff this pretty pussy every day. so pretty n warm for me ..."

you both reached your completion soon after, spending yourselves out after one round for the first time since knowing each other.

"baby ... never fucking pull that shit again, i swear to god. next time you ghost me like that, i'm breaking down the door, do you understand?", his words were lighthearted in nature, but the concept of mingyu being so pussydrunk he needed to have you day after day excited you beyond belief.

"yes, sir," you purred, preparing yourself for an afternoon of zero studying.

n/a: not proofread <//3

[bountycancelled]

rating how SEVENTEEN would react if you wore revealing clothes in front of the members (maknae line edition)

hyung line version here

genre: rating-headcanon hybrid, suggestive ig, gn reader

requested: nope, but reqs are open (just look at my masterlist to see who I write for♡)

warnings: suggestive stuff and delusionality (seriously, this is the most delusional piece of work I have ever written)

a/n: after going ghost for like half a year, I'm back! I'll be sure to be more active this time around, so pls request if you want me to write about something 🙏

minghao

(desperately trying to fight the urge to give him an 8/10) 6.8/10. thinks he's calm but really isn't.

takes great pride in being the only one to get to see you in more risqué attire, so is a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you walk down the stairs to greet the members.

his lips press together in that middle aged white man frown i hope yall know what the fuck im talking about CAHSSVH but he knows the members arent going to try anything with you so its all good

except its not all good because now hes distracted

teases you throughout the whole night, neck kisses, whispering what hes gonna do to you when the members leave, smirking at you BLOOD OF JESUS so that YOU end game night early instead of him (he has an image of peace and serenity to keep up and being needy for you in front of everyone would destroy it lol)

mingyu

-100009999000000/10. please do not even attempt to wear anything even remotely revealing in front of him unless you want a certain reaction.

sees what you're wearing before anybody shows up and begs you to cancel so that he can cough cough hold hands in bed with you for the whole night.

when the members walk in and see him on his knees, hugging your legs and damn near crying, they think nothing of it cause its mingyu and game night ensues.

cue mingyu glaring at everyone who touches you, doesn't matter if its accidental or if its just to give you the dice when it's ur turn to roll, they're getting stared DOWN.

also cue mingyu staring at you with his eyes glossed over and his mouth open like a squirrel staring at an accorn, and practically needing to be punched in the gut to pay attention to anything but how sexy you are.

also also cue mingyu ending game night like an hour and a half earlier and throwing you over his shoulder, barely having enough self-control to make it up the stairs (good luck soldier, it's gonna be a long night)

dokyeom

a solid 7.8/10. bless this mans heart, he would not do anything even remotely territorial or jealous after seeing what your wearing. it actually warms his heart that you feel comfortable around the members because they're truly like a 2nd family to him.

ever the charmer he is, he'll make sure to compliment you with a hand on your waist and a kiss to your cheek as you greet the members coming through the door (idk about you but imagining seokmins hand across my waist WHEW-)

since dokyeom is usually touchy with you, it serves as no surprise that he would be even more so with more revealing clothes, but he can still find it in himself to focus on the game.

but now YOU'RE distracted by his soft touches, barely even able to contain yourself or focus on anything but his hand trailing up and down your side.

neither of you end game night early, and when the time comes, everyone bids you two goodnight and does the separate ways. cue you jumping on dokyeom and him gladly carrying you to your shared bedroom. (what you don't know is that he was PURPOSEFULLY distracting you the entire time, and he is definetly dawning a self-satisfied smirk as he closes your bedroom door)

seungkwan

-666/10. you have chosen the wrong boyfriend to try something like this with, and he will make it very known.

gives you the meanest stank eye known to mankind, seething with jealousy as you make your way downstairs. (this man is literally grinding his teeth, you have created a monster-)

dedicates the entire game night to making your experience as lackluster as possible. I'm talking he'll make you lose every. single. game. every. single. round. without fail. doesn't matter if he's on your team or not, he's just that petty.

the members obviously aren't oblivious to seungkwan's sudden beef with you, but be it them thinking its funny or them not wanting to be another one of his targets, you're on your own soldier.

the only thought in his mind right is how DARE you look this good in front of anyone on the planet earth but him? where is duty? where is honour?? where is sacrifice??? (you and him just binged House of the Dragon, hence his dramatic mood)

game night ends early on account of the rest of the group feeling as though you and seungkwan need some alone time to solve this one-sided conflict. as soon as they leave, seungkwan acts all coy, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes when you say you know just how to make it up to him. as if this isn't what he wanted the whole time lol.

vernon

2/10. this guy won't even bat an eye at your choice of clothing for game night, whatever makes you comfortable is always going to be okay with him. you don't need his approval and he's aware and is perfectly fine with that.

and that's all good and well, except this time you were purposefully trying to make him jealous, so seeing his reaction (or lack there of) kind of bums you out.

don't get him wrong, it's not like he doesn't think you're attractive (you're the most beautiful human he's ever laid his eyes on) but he does not even register your outfit as you walk down the stairs, let alone get jealous in any capacity.

game night starts and finishes exactly how it always does, and when it's all over, as the members are saying their goodbyes to you two, jeonghan makes a slightly suggestive comment on your outfit, which you brush off with a wave of your hand.

it is only at that moment, after jeonghans comment, that vernon realises that your clothing is more revealing that what you usually wear in front of the members. (when I say this man is oblivious, I mean that shit)

"you look good." is all you get from him, as he walks past you and walks up the stairs and turns back to you, confused as to why you aren't following him.

all I'm saying is, if you want... attention from this man, you have to tell him upfront. because trust me, once he knows exactly what you want, he'll have no problem giving it you ;)

dino

–infinity/10. you don't wanna mess with him, cuz he's a jealous, jealous, jealous boy. if he- lemme cool with the lana lyrics but you catch my drift.

as soon as he sees your outfit, he pulls out his phone and texts on the groupchat that game night is cancelled because of "unforseen circumstances." whatever the hell that means.

he will shower you in compliments, his eyes filled with admiration for you. cue you getting kisses all over your face, and when you ask him when the boys are coming for game night, he'll simply trail his kisses a little lower, aiming at your neck to distract you and it works

at some point during your, ahem, devil's tango with Dino in your shared bedroom (he carried you there because in his words, "someone who looks as good as you should not need to lift a finger, let alone walk up a flight of stairs." okay chivalry!) you both hear a knock on the door.

it's the members, worried that one of you had gotten hurt or something which is why game night was cancelled. Dino is as red as tomato when he sees them, stating that you had hurt your ankle and that you weren't really up for game night tonight. the story would be believable if Dino wasn't sweating like he just ran a marathon, and if you weren't wearing such a sexy outfit.

but hey, you're limping as you walk down the stairs to greet the members, so maybe that'll make it all the more believable. (news flash, it makes it less believable, but Dino shoos them out effectively anyways, carrying you back to your room with a quickness, he's not done with you just yet LORD HAVE MERTHY)

thats it, i hope you enjoyed and redoing my permanent taglist, so I'll add you if you send an ask♡

[jaidens]

omg wait bradley introducing his gf to his parents (obvs in an au where goosie poo and carol arent dead <33a0 PLS AND TYSM ML <3333333333333333333333333333

there ain't a thing a man can do she'll only love you for you

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : nothing!

a/n [s] : dal lives for requesting brad [requests are open!]

“Brad,” You say above the music that plays on the radio. “I’m worried. Who says they'll like me? I mean, these are your parents.”

Bradley looks over to you, hand stopping the tapping movement on your thigh. His Ray-Bans cover his eyes, but you can tell he's looking at you. “Baby, just be yourself. My mom said she's tired of hearing the stories about you, and how ‘wonderful’ you already seem. I promise it will be fine.”

When the large, suburban Bradshaw home comes in your sight, you feel the pit in your stomach start to fill with worry. “Are you ready?” Bradley asks.

You nod and he shuts the engine off and gets out of the car, and you follow slightly after and grab your purse and phone. There are about fifteen cars parked in the driveway and on the edge of the road, as well as in the grass. You knew it was a family reunion, but not this big of a reunion. You connect your hands with Bradley’s and scoot closer to him.

He takes you up the stairs and knocks on the door. There are some small Halloween and fall decorations on the wrap around porch on each pole. You're zoned out on the porch decor when you hear it. “Bradley! Hello honey!” An older woman's voice captures your attention and you give her a large smile.

She has Bradley in her arms before she takes you in. “Oh, you must be Y/N! You are so beautiful. You are just the sweetest! Come inside!” Her hand pushes you both in and you look around at everyone mingling, children running around, and right in the middle of everything stands Nick Bradshaw.

“Here, why don't you come and meet my dumb husband Nick. Now, we have both been dying to meet you. Bradley never seems to shut his mouth about you, I already love you from what he's told me.” Carole is practically dragging you too, and Bradley shrugs his shoulders and follows after his mother.

“Bradley! There's my boy!” A loud obnoxious shout fills your ears. You smile when Nick hugs Bradley in his arms, and shakes him around. He looks almost identical to Bradley, with thinner hair and the fact he was greying. “And you must be?” He turns and lets go of him, and shakes your hand.

“Y/N. I’m Bradley’s girlfriend.” When you say it, he shouts a yell and kicks his feet around. You can't tell how a man in his sixties can somehow do all of this, but you're smiling and laughing.

“Oh! You are one pretty catch! It is really nice to meet you!” Nick puts his arm around Carole and tugs her into his chest. She hits it playfully and lets Nick kiss her.

“Isn’t she just beautiful?”

“Bradley has good taste, just like his father.” Nick jokes and Bradley laughs. The atmosphere is warm and the worries start to disappear. Bradley stays close to you and he interacts with cousins, aunts, uncles, and others.

—

“I told you it would be fine.” Bradley told you later, handing you a water as you flipped through old baby pictures and other pictures from his childhood. He sits down next to you and covers an embarrassing picture with his hand. You look up and smile at him, and he kisses you on the tip of your nose and travels to your lips with soft pecks.

“I know. I've also been invited to brunch with your mom.”

[softpascalito]

We got your back - Chapter 4

Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside Peña and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. You also realize you can sleep better if you're not by yourself. You're not the only one with that realization.

Relationships: Javier Peña x F!Reader

WC: 10k+

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, mention of canon-typical violence, family issues, they arent specified but reader is implied to be from a dysfunctional family, literal sleeping together, one bed trope if you squint, tac vest javi, nightmares, cuddling, protective javier peña, mention of drugs

AO3 LINK // Series Masterlist

notes: we are back! sorry this took me so long, i started into the year super positive and motivated but then my best friend decided to fucking die so life hasn't been very slay. i hope you babes are doing better and enjoy the chapter <3

(i cope with humor, can you tell?)

Chapter 4

“She could no longer think, nor were there any more images in her head. She was aware only of the softness of the woollen bathrobe next to her skin, and then of the nearness and warmth of a being that did not frighten her.”

- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

You have the first good day in weeks. Apart from the nagging feeling that you now have something else to hide - at least from Steve and the rest of your colleagues - you do feel well rested, getting through the assigned files and some more intel with record speed.

One of the higher-ups is celebrating a milestone birthday and orders dinner, causing more people than usual to stay late. Javi finds you in the crammed room where the plates of food have been set up and squeezes in next to you, flashing his signature charming smile, “May I?”

“Yeah, sure,” you mumble back, shifting slightly to give him more space. But with how full all the tables are, the people are a good excuse to let yourself get a little closer than you normally would. Somehow, it doesn’t feel weird, the way it likely would’ve before last night. It just feels safe.

You eat your dinner without speaking much, Javi practically wolfing his down. A frown spreads over your face at that, “You got plans after this?”

“Are you asking me out, querida?” Javi responds in between two bites, flirting so casually that it almost seems like second nature to him. Which according to the testimony of at least three women you know in the embassy, is exactly that. 

He cocks his brow as he turns towards you and for a split second, he looks serious, like he means it. The thought has you blushing furiously and you think you just may choke on a piece of your pasta when the familiar grin spreads over his face and with it, a similarly familiar warmth settles in your stomach. “I was just joking,” he reassures you again at seeing your cheeks change color and clears his throat before getting a little more serious.

“Wanted to go through some more files, not like this lot will get anything done tonight.” He nods towards the group of people gathered around the man who is apparently celebrating. They’ve finally opened up the first bottle of Aguardiente.

Of course, Javi knows that with the steadily rising alcohol level, he may just be able to persuade someone into giving him access to precisely the file he wants. Or at least provide enough distraction for him to sneak off and find it himself.

He can still hear Steve in the back of his mind, reasoning with him.

“Have you ever considered that the files are sealed because she wants them to be?”

He has, now. But he finds that he doesn’t really care. There is something there, something that might explain you to him a little more. A tiny voice in his head offers up the idea of just asking you, getting to know you like everyone else does.

But he quickly shakes that thought off. It’s nothing to him, personally at least. His interest is strictly professional of course. Nothing else.

Just as the first people start clearing out, Javi slips away too. You strain your neck, glancing around the room and towards the buffet but he’s nowhere to be found.

“Great,” you mumble to yourself as you follow suit and leave the table, heading out of the large oak doors of the conference room. A pit has formed in your stomach and it only deepens when you catch a glimpse of the time. It’s past nine already so chances are Javier really has headed off to meet some informant. You try not to consider who else he could be meeting and who else may wake up next to him in the morning.

Passing through the dimly lit corridors that lead to the DEA offices, you let out a small noise of annoyance with yourself.

It’s not like it’s any of your business what Javi does after closing time or who he meets. And it’s not really like you to judge him for it.

But today, you realize quietly, your disappointment stems from the pit in your stomach at the thought of having to go home to the apartment you’d rather forget and to spend a few hours tossing and turning on a mattress until it’s time to come back.

You haven’t met a single person on your way back to your office and you consider curling up next to your desk again. A glance around the office tells you that you’re not in luck, though. A few other co-workers still have their bags and jackets draped over chairs and desks and some will no doubt return to get them once they’re done eating. Javi finding you was one thing but they would be something else.

It takes a few seconds until the solution hits you and you take off past the open plan office and towards the smaller adjacent rooms in the back. The crammed file room that you’ve spent the last night in is sitting in darkness, the blinds almost completely closed. You decide against turning on the big light and simply make your way through the room- which is barely a few steps.

The orange glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds is enough to let your hands find the couch in the corner and you settle onto it with a small sigh, content to just be still for a moment. It’s a little eerie, especially since you’re not sure if anyone other than Peña and Murphy frequents the space. But the sounds that do drift to you are low and distant, nothing more than a couple of cars honking a few blocks away and a dog barking somewhere in the distance.

You draw your legs up onto the couch, wrapping your arms around them for the lack of actual bedding and lean back, closing your eyes.

It doesn’t become apparent to you that you’ve passed out until you wake with a start. You’re semi-aware of something above you and you squint into the darkness of the room. You can’t see his face but there is the voice you know all too well.

“That you, cariño?” Javi mutters, already a blanket in hand that he nudges against you. It takes you a few more seconds to find your voice, bringing a hand up to rub your eyes, “Thought you left.”

“I came back. Here, go back to sleep. I’ll stay.”

You’re too tired to fight him, to put up any kind of resistance against making this a habit, to bring up that this is a bad idea, for the sake of both of you. The blanket warms you up so quickly, even more so with the way Javier’s body slowly comes to rest beside you. You think you answer something before you pass out again. You can’t remember what you say.

It’s not until the next morning, when you yawn as you head into the office kitchen, that you find out precisely why Javier snuck off last night.

There is cereal. And not the shitty kind- actual Cap’n Crunch, your favorite. The man beside you, who has a reputation for being a playboy and for never staying for breakfast, remembered the way you preferred your breakfast. It’s hard not to let it get to your head.

It does become routine after that. Javi lingers around the office until he can tell if you’ll leave or stay. Most nights you stay. Most turn into all. On the second night in a row, he lights himself a cigarette as he flips through a few more files before going to sleep. On the third, it goes from a bad to a really bad night when the nightmares you never seem to be able to get rid of come for you. For a second, you think this will be one step too far for him. But he barely seems to mind the way you cuddle a bit closer to him and he mumbles soft words until you go back to sleep.

He never mentions it during the day and neither do you. It’s almost like your sleeping arrangements are part of a different world, not the one that spins around your work, that’s full of drugs and death and everything else that makes sleep difficult. But Javi just feels- safe. He never asks too many questions. He just gets the blanket, sets his alarm, makes sure there is cereal in the morning. He feels like a godsent.

Of course, it’s only a question of time until someone notices something. You’re always careful to not head into your little room until everyone else is gone but occasionally, someone will show up too early or during the night- a spontaneous raid, a tip that needs instant investigating. Javi keeps the phone by his side constantly and it takes over a week for you to realize it may not just be to get alerts on developing situations but also to be alerted to someone coming into the office during unusual hours.

So when two weeks have passed and someone does catch you, Javi is glad it's Steve who is clearly just grabbing some files early in the morning and freezes in the doorway. He stares Javi down, who in return gently puts a finger onto his lips and motions for them to head to the hallway, gently closing the door behind himself as he steps out of the office.

“I have no way to be certain about Messina’s stance on this, but something tells me she wouldn't appreciate you bringing your hookers into the embassy,” Steve hums, unable to keep a small smirk off his face. Javi rolls his eyes in return, “I'm not an idiot, do you know that?”

He pauses for a moment and raises his hand just as Steve opens his mouth, “Don't answer that.” His mind is racing with too many thoughts at once. He’s not sure why, of all the things he could choose to tell Steve, he picks the truth when the lies would be so much easier.

“She was assigned a shitty apartment, hasn't been sleeping well. I remember you and Connie having similar issues after you arrived down here. With her, I figured we didn't use the room anyway and she-” he trails off. Steve brows have knitted together as the pieces slowly fall into place, “Somehow, a hooker would have been less complicated than a colleague.” There's another roll of eyes from Javi, the air a little thick with tension.

“I'm trying to help her. That's all.”

“You are trying to help her? Do you really expect me to believe that?” Steve shoots back, raising his voice until Javi motions for him to quiet down, nodding towards the door. The blonde man makes a face, but he does lower his voice as he repeats himself, “You expect me to believe that? You’re just helping her, no motive? It has nothing to do with you feeling the need to fuck your way through half the office by the time we finish the case?”

Javier actually groans at that, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. He moves his fingers to the side, using them to gently rub his tired eyes. His free arm is resting against his belt, the fingers twitching ever so slightly.

“Fuck you, Murphy. Just leave us alone and get your files in the morning.”

Steve looks like he wants to say something else, but then he thinks better of it. A small glare is sent towards his partner regardless.

“If you fuck this up somehow, Javi, I swear, I will make sure you get in real trouble. She’s too sweet for whatever you are trying to do here.”

It's two nights after the encounter with Steve- who has much to Javier's relief actually left them alone- when it happens again. It's been a particularly exhausting day for both of you, which actually made Javi hopeful that you'd both fall into a deep sleep as soon as you hit the couch. But it's been as mentally draining as it's been physically. And your mind clearly just won’t shut off.

It wakes him. The small stirring, the movement of your body beside his. He’s never been a particularly deep sleeper and Colombia has only made it worse, his brain seemingly always on alert to danger. So when he does wake, it takes Javi a few seconds to realize that the danger his brain is alerting him to is not a sicario sneaking into your room, it’s not a gun held to his head. It’s an entirely different kind of danger, one much less life-threatening but so much more complicated to fix.

A small groan escapes him as he reaches for the small light perched on the file cabinets, pulling the string attached to it. He blinks groggily as it flickers to life, bathing the room into a dim, dusty light. A few moments pass before he hears another whimper behind him and turns towards you, eyes already laced with concern.

Your features are scrunched up, lips slightly apart as the noises find their way out of your dream and into reality. Occasionally, a muscle twitches in your hands or your leg, making the whole scene even more eerie. But what gets Javier the most, what makes the pit in his stomach feel like one that could reach the ground floor, is the wetness on your face. Tears, undoubtedly slipping from your closed eyes and finding their way down the side of your face. It looks absolutely heartbreaking.

“Cariño,” he mutters under his breath, bringing his hand towards your arm and beginning to rub it in a gentle, circular motion.

“Wake up, it’s just a dream. You’re-” For a split second, he wants to say home. But he knows it's so far from the truth. He's not sure you consider any place in this country a home. Actually, he's not sure which place you do consider one.

“You’re alright,” he mumbles instead, adding a little more force to his touch and voice alike. His gaze never leaves your face as your eyes finally fly open, practically choking on the whimper that had just been leaving your throat. The panic is evident in your eyes, in the way they fly around, searching for something, anything to reassure you, to replace the pictures still floating in your mind. They find soft, brown eyes. It’s something to hold onto.

“There you are,” Javi hums, bringing his free hand to your face, his thumb catching the next tear that rolls out of the corner of your eye. “It's okay, you're safe. Just a bad dream.”

You blame it on the panic still sitting in your throat or the way you've just woken up, the way you don't even think about your movements as you move yourself into Javis arms, sneaking your arms around his waist and you think you feel him hesitate for just a moment before he wraps his arms around you in return, whispering reassurances into the dimly lit room and stroking your back.

You cry a little more, when the memories of the dream feel too overwhelming and he holds you through all of it, not once complaining about how long you’re taking to shake the thoughts off.

It’s a good half hour before you’re both lying down again, his back resting against the edge of the sofa, right arm wrapped lazily around you, “You want me to keep the light on for now?”

The idea seems a little silly to you but it takes you right back to evenings in your childhood bedroom, to what felt like endless nights of asking your father to plug in the small night light you'd gotten for christmas. It looked like a sheep, carrying a smile and enough light for you to be able to tell that there were no monsters hiding in the dark corners of your room.

“Querida?” You nod your head quickly, resting it back on his chest, “Yeah, I- let’s keep it on. If that’s okay.”

“Por supuesto que está bien,” (Of course that is okay,) Javier mumbles softly, his left hand reaching below your makeshift bed and producing a pack of Marlboros. You watch the movements of his hands, the ones you see him do at least ten times a day, his fingers reaching for a cigarette, placing it between his slightly parted lips. Pausing to search two pockets for his lighter before finding it.

At a small nudge from you, he pauses, raising a brow, “¿Sí?” You nod towards the pack that’s still resting next to him, “It’s really rude not to offer me one.”

“I thought you didn’t smoke,” he says, seeming genuinely confused for a moment and you almost take pity. You sneak your hand over his torso, drawing a cigarette from the half-empty pack, “I do now.”

To his defense, he does try and look stern for a moment. But he knows it'd be hypocritical at best if he of all people tried to stop you.

“It's a bad habit.”

“Well, then it's our bad habit.”

Javi thinks, for a split moment, that something entirely else is his bad habit. The way he looks at you when you fall asleep before him or the touches that seem to become more and more frequent the longer your sleeping arrangement continues. The way he jerks off in his shower at home, picturing your face, your body draped in his shirt a few nights ago when your blouse was simply too uncomfortable to sleep in. Spilling into his own hand with a groan at those thoughts. Yeah, that's definitely his bad habit.

“Are you going to light it for me or are you hoping it’ll disintegrate if you think hard enough?” You joke gently, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Teasing again already, are we?” Javi hums but he does reach for his lighter and brings it to your face, careful not to get too close.

He waits until you’ve both taken a few drags to ask his question.

“So what was it about?”

You swallow a bit at that, taking another long drag before you shake your head, “Nothing special. It’s already disappearing.” After another moment of thinking, you add, truthfully, “There was something with drugs in it.”

“Not very creative, I’d say. Five out of ten.”

You stare at him in disbelief, “Are you rating my nightmares, Peña?”

“I like to keep track,” he responds, giving you a small wink that you almost miss. You watch the smoke rising from the cigarette between his lips, sighing softly. You don’t like lying to him. Then again, it really was about drugs. Just not in the way he may think. It’s not your fault he’s stupid, sometimes.

“You’re silly. Go to sleep.”

“Go to sleep yourself.”

You do end up falling back asleep first, head still resting on his chest. Javi stays awake a little while longer, just in case the nightmares come back. At least that’s what he tells himself. And if he happens to use that opportunity to study your face a bit more? Well, it’s noones business.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

hiii! I saw that you already did dad headcanons, but I was wondering how you think those same boys would react to hearing the news about their s/o being pregnant. And how would they break it to the crew?

A/N: OP Boys As Daddies Here! Enjoy!

Next part will have Cora and Law <3

Monster Trio React to Their S/O Being Pregnant (SFW)

Cw: VERY SLIGHT mentions of abortion

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft., Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Sanji

I mean it was bound to happen.

Not saying Sanji has a breeding kink, but he has a breeding kink. He got with you and just didn’t know wtf pull out meant.

Plus he does not believe in condoms.

But none the less Sanji would be a treat to tell

It was after dinner and you and Sanji were talking as he cleaned and you wanted to let him know gently because he was a very dramatic man.

“Ji… how do you feel about kids?”

He answers you with glee, he loves kids, he always wanted to have a little family of his own with you once you all achieve your goals. It actually ends up calming the nerves you began to have.

You kept asking baby questions and eventually he turned around and caught on.

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“Y/n….what are you trynna tell me…”

“….”

“…”

“I am pr—-“

The words didn’t even come out of your mouth yet his eyes lit up like a light and he grabbed you tightly crying on your shoulder not even believing you at first until you brought him the pregnancy test.

He still has it btw.

Sanji somehow had a suspicion you were pregnant. He knows your body better than yourself, so even though he cried a little he was happy that his assumptions were correct.

You both didn’t even sleep that night, you just kept talking about your future. You had to hold him to keep him still he just couldnt stop jumping around

As for how you both announced the pregnancy he wanted to tell everybody at breakfast so he made a feast. When Robin asked what the occasion was he grabbed you by the hand and told everyone.

“Y/N and I….are pregnant.” :)

Luffy: Men can’t get pregnant…

“LUFFY!”

None the less it was super sweet and honestly you becoming pregnant changed him in a pleather of ways.

He became more mature, protective, vigilant, calm, and even slowed down on his simping for other women. Because now that you have his baby inside you

You both are his only focus now.

Zoro

He didn’t believe you but Chopper was the one to tell you both actually which was really cute because they both nearly fainted.

Also He actually doesn’t understand how you could have gotten pregnant

“UM???? YOU CUM IN ME EACH TIME?!”

“Yeah, but i thought after you take a shower it all comes out.”

Bless him

Though his reaction is a bit …delayed best believe he does become happy.

Shocked, but happy.

He will respect your decision whether you want to keep the baby or not but deep inside he hopes you keep it

But thank God you do!

You actually caught him doing that and teased him all day.

He becomes a damn menace though.

He steals parenting books from the library and reads them after training. Even though he acts like having a baby isnt a big deal he is internally panicking.

He wants the best for both you and the baby and it shows in the most annoying way though.

He doesnt even tell the crew yet because he believes them knowing would stress you out

However Zoro is doing that all alone himself

“What are you doing?”

“I cant get up?”

“Its not good for the baby!”

“….i have to pee….AND IM LIKE 2 WEEKS PREGNANT AND IT IS???”

The crew found out because Zoro was upset

You and Zo are known for drinking together alot but of course you stopped and plenty of people began to notice everytime you turned down a drink.

You were sitting on Zo’s lap by the fire with everyone and even Luffy was drinking except you.

“Y/N are you sick? Why arent you drinking?”

“She cant.”

“Why?”

“Because i said so, Luffy.”

“Youre not the boss of Y/N she can drink if she wanna—“

“SHE CAN’T IT’S NOT GOOD FOR THE BABY!”

Cue in the dramatics.

Zoro to this day slaps his head thinking about how harshly he made sure YOU and Chopper won’t spill but he ended up doing it himself.

But his worries were diminished realizing the amount of well support you both got from the crew since then.

Zoro puts your safety above his every single time and actually gets mad when you don’t listen.

He takes more care of hisself and he isn’t too reckless when he is fighting. For the first time in his life he knew his life was worth taking care of for his future family.

Luffy

Doesn’t get it, but he is a good sport

When you and Chopper tell him he just can’t understand???

“Who’s baby is it?”

“YOURS OBVIOUSLY!?”

“I thought you said if i pull out you wouldn’t get—“

“PULLING OUT BEFORE You ejaculate not AFTER—“

Not until you’re about 2 maybe 3 months and showing is when he finally registers he is going to be a dad.

Every month up until then he looks at you and wonders why you don’t drink, fight, or any thing that you usually do until FINALLY Law explains it to him like he’s 5.

Now that he is up to speed about you being pregnant he suddenly becomes pregnant?

You got cravings? So do Luffy.

You want cake and tacos at 2am

Bless Sanji heart because Luffy do too

He actually ends up gaining a little bit of weight but it wasn’t even noticeable really, he trains too the rubber man really just bulked up

Luffy was showing his concern of being a father to Robin alot. He didn’t want to worry you in thinking he didn’t want the kid especially if you were willing to rid of the baby if he suggested.

Overrall during pregnancy he intrust the crew to watch over you when he leaves. He has complete trust to make sure you are okay and well and healthy.

A few cute things is he will have some moments where he stretches out his belly to bump yours, talk to the baby, sing to it, and even place his hat on your tummy always reminding him or her that their daddy will be the king of the pirates.

You honestly believe you having this baby has matured him in ways you didn’t think was possible.

[turbotasthick]

If you could say something to all TSAMS characters, what would you say?

BLOODMOON (old): bro if only you didnt fuck up and tease the living hell outta sun you couldve had a sick family whod help you and love you. they did you so fucking dirty like you actually had potential to be good with your LOVE FOR THE CALM when the bloodmoon was up, when you say nobody gets you my god you couldve been such a cool fucking brother for them.

BLOODMOON (new): You were fucked from birth when ruin made you. bro wasnt even give the coding to be able to change, to eat foods, and to just be a fucking dog for everyone despite you not admitting to it. you couldve sucked up your urges and you wouldnt have to be alone but no your coding fucked you up from the start and ended up alone in the end i pity you, bitch. rest in hell with your brother also bloodmoon i think youre fucking funny you couldve been such a cool character to be their brother bro if only your thick headed skull of yours could comprehend shit and not succumb to your blood and murder addiction

Sun: You should stop shaking and shivering in fear and do somefuck about your brother it pains me to see him get replaced like that- and fuck old moons back yet you dont have the backbone to stand up against him when he yells hits or berates you fucking do better sun smh

moon: do better youre slowly going back to your old ways bro like stop forcing sun to do shit he dosent want or yell at his face or be a bitch bro

nexus: respectfully go to therapy and do fucking better bro i cant believe youd do that to your family AND solar??? i know you broke down and are probably in some psychotic break holy shit (i pity you honestly) but fuck man its so rough seeing you struggle and isolate yourself like this- fuck even going as far as to lobotomizing yourself...i hate how hirt you are rn and i hate how youre also hurting people fucking shit

solar: God im glad youre back and shit but i feel pity for you- of course theyd put you right into work- of course youd drown yourself into your work..youre mourning your best friend i understand but please dont give up on him so fucking easily like how his family did- solar cmon man nexus loves you bro..dont kill him right away...

lunar: Ngl i used to really like you but now you just break my heart- idk when you said "nexus and i werent ever close" that fucked me up cause nexus did and tried everything to get close to you- he wanted to keep you safe helpef you in any troubles you might have and you just spit in the guy in the end- and not yo mention how you seem to push solar away as well-- dont tell me you arent close to him too after what solar does for you? you feel really cold lunar

eclipse: Eclipse, bestie please gtfo of puppets grasp you deserve to leave and live your life without a fucking burden on your hands bro- it must be annoying. Also i hope you make more friends.

earth: Wtf happened to your caring nature?

jack: my precious pomerianian puppy!!!! yourr so cool and awesome with your weapons and agility do you wanna play fight with me kiddo? i bet you cant beat me in a tussle!

dazzle: Hiiiii wanna go out to the markets and buy some banaynays and froot? we can bring jack with you honey :3

kill code: be a better father lol like goddamn and why didnt you fight for ur life when bm killed you? didnt you WANT to live a nice life? ffs kc

flare: Slay babe you did nothing wrong imo rest in heaven

[tinykonig]

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader headcannons

i physically can not stop thinking about this man

so good at communicating. he gets angry/sad but he always tells you whats wrong and why it makes him feel that way and he will always hear out your side and come to a compromise

you guys start as friends and the relationship grows naturally into something romantic. he takes you out and confesses he likes you and there isnt even a hint of nervousness, this man exudes confidence

has a note in his phone with all your coffee/food preferences and loves to bring you little surprises

whenever you smile, his expression mirrors yours

you and him have so many inside jokes. when yall hang out with others its like you two are speaking your own language

gives piggy back rides and never has to be asked twice. carrying you makes him feels so happy and protective

he’s protective but not jealous. literally being jealous never crosses his mind

but if he senses any danger around you- he would spring into action

arm around your waist kinda guy

playful banter

loves when you get along with his friends and family, he loves to surround himself with a large support system

quality time is his love language 100%, he wants to be around you as much as possible.

grocery shopping, running to the post office, road trips, even just existing silently in the same room, he lives and breaths that shit

he is obsessed with lotions/hand soaps that smell good. he has the softest most florally scented hands in the world

loves skin care nights with you

holding your hand grounds him, if he’s upset about anything he will search for your hand to seek the warmth and contact

sleeps literally clinging to you in every way

and hes a space heater

has an extensive collection of fuzzy blankets

buys extra comfy clothes to share with you, he absolutely loves when you steal his hoodies and shirts

likes to decorate for the holidays, and helps you bake holiday goods as well!!

he’s big on hiking/camping/outdoorsy things. absolutely goes fishing with price and shows you pictures of him holding the fish he catches (he releases them back after)

always notices if you change your hair or anything. HYPES YOU UP

will never let you be self deprecating and it’s actually one of the only things that you do that can upset him

he tries to be understanding of your insecurities but it just makes him angry when you talk bad about yourself

makes sure to compliment you anytime he can and makes sure you know you are loved wholly

king of spoiling his partner, you are his number one priority

when hes away from you, texts you and calls you frequently so he knows your safe and you know he is

reunions with gaz are so heartfelt. he probably cries a little

his phone wallpaper is a picture of you two, its his favorite picture and he will not change it

is a big animal person, wants a pet with you but doesn’t care what animal it is. secretly wants a rat

he can tell immediately by your tone of voice if something is wrong

plays acoustic guitar!!!!! writes you songs and poems and will play them for you does not care if you are embarrassed. he is serenading you its too late

he loves when you cook and ask him to come taste the food

its so domestic and he just MELTS for it

even if you arent particularly skilled at cooking he compliments you so much. texts you while hes away that he misses your food, and then when hes with you he tells you your cooking tastes like home <3

sends you tiktoks. also sometimes you guys will just lie in bed watching tiktok before bed for hours

tell you everyones secrets he loves to gossip but only with you

you guys spend every christmas with price and his family

would love if you join him at the gym and will come by and sneakily smack your ass when he thinks no one is watching

one time a guy saw him and started cussing him out like "leave them alone they are trying to work out in peace what the fuck is wrong with you"

and you are like "NO he's my boyfriend its okay" and Gaz shook this mans hand and thanked him for looking out for you

was kind of embarrassed after so he never did it again

you tease him about it and he still kind of blushes

he feels bad that someone thought he was objectifying you like that and he would never

if you wanna wear something skimpy and sexy out, he is ALL FOR IT

again, he never gets jealous. honestly he's just proud of you and how beautiful you are and kind of turned on

probably will try to make you guys leave early or take you into a private room if you know what i mean

which leads me to....

NSFW AHEAD

he has a very high sex drive

he's a fucking every morning and night kinda dude

shower, kitchen, couch, bed, desk, he doesn't care

very passionate and a helluva dirty talker

roses on the bed and candles all around on your birthday type of man

asks you to sit on his face all the time, he fucking loves it

loves when you ride him, but in the shower he is fucking you from behind

if you send him nudes... you are getting FUCKED as soon as he gets his hands on you

particularly wet, soaped up nudes

and he sends you the most delectable nudes back as well. knows his angles

has no shame in sending you voice audios while he gets himself off if he is away

facetime sex!!!

[b-00-biez]

"Getting Romantic with Thomas"

Warning: Fluff and a bit of a smut at the end

Character: Thomas Hewitt x reader

It has been a long week, and you barely get to see Thomas. Hoyt has been giving him more chores than he normally does which kinda pisses you off. You need your man and you want him.

You're only limited in seeing Thomas, one he doesn't allow you to go to the basement since he doesn't want you to see the bloody things hes doing. Two he's either out helping at the gas station or chasing victims. You only get to see him during dinner when all of you are eating. He sleeps in your shared room but once he touches that bed hes passing out.

So you devised a plan to help Thomas out. You do the things that arent involved killing so he doesnt get burnt out when its night time.

You're dressed in a pink lingerie he liked and put your normal clothes up top. It was almost time to go to bed and it was time for Thomas to get into the bath so you went before him. Lighting candles and putting a bubble bath for you two. You heard Thomas knock and peeked outside seeing your boyfriend standing, sweaty and bloody. You let him in and he was a bit shy. You know you haven't done it in a while, bathing together. So you put your hand on his arm caressing it and looking at him sweetly " I know you're working hard sweetie so I wanted to make it a bit special for you" he blushed. He grunted in satisfaction, approving of your efforts . You gently took off his clothes and stroked his muscles as you did so. You could kiss every inch of his massive body if you could but you decided to go for the neck where he likes. As your boyfriend is totally naked, it's time for you to undress. He helped you quickly undress and you see the blush on his face grew redder. Seeing you in this lovely shade of pink made him want to take you now. You lead him to the bath and you lovingly scrubbed this man's body. You loved his physique, his large arms and buff chest. Under all that blood and grime you get to see his tan color. He wraps an arm around pulling you closer as he watches you bathe him.

"Thomas, do you want me to do your hair?" he nods. You took some shampoo and lathered it with your hands. Massaging his scalp and his beautiful long hair, sitting on his lap to get a good reach of it. You turned on the shower and rinsed his hair.

After you were done, he stood up and carried you on one hand. He can't take it anymore. He smashed his lips against yours and kissed you passionately. He misses you so much so you're going to help him with his sexual frustration. He carried you to your shared bedroom and roughly puts you on the bed. He caressed your thighs with his big hand going up to your breast fundling on them. He carefully took your lingerie off, he wants to see you in it more often in the future.

He wrapped your legs around his shoulders and started eating you out. Passionately making out with your pussy like he did with your lips. You moaned softly trying to suppress the noises you two make so that the family doesn't wake up. He puts two of his giant fingers in your cunt and you yelp with the sudden intrusion. He slides in and out of you softly, trying to prepare your tight little cunt for his big cock.

Once you're wet enough for him he slides in his cock as you moaned a little too loud. He puts your clean panties in your mouth and starts thrusting his hips. He stretches your legs up to your shoulder and starts pounding deep in you. You couldn't help but moan more and more louder as he fucks you silly like this. Stretching your pussy to fit his cock. He starts picking up the pace and you put your hands on his back bracing yourself.

He takes out the panties and smashes his lips against yours wrapping his tongue around yours. He pulls out and flips you over like a pancake with ease then starts to do it from the back. As he puts his fingers in your mouth trying to cover your moans. A knot formed in your stomach as he keeps fucking you. He felt your pussy clamp onto him. He then carried you and slammed you to a wall and fucks your poor pussy. You pulled his head closer and kissed him as you both released your cum. He thrusts deep inside you pouring his thick cum, breeding the fuck out of you.

He both put you in bed then..

"AYE ITS 12 AM KEEP IT DOWN YOU TWO!"

[gogoakechi]

finally finished farhenheit 451 for class and i liked it a lot. i will state a disclaimer that my review is gonna be skewed since i was reading and analyzing it on a suffocating timer of less than a week on top of my other classwork and Work work. i know i wouldve enjoyed it a lot more if i wasnt going through it with the constant thought of "oh my god im running out of time"

anyway i REALLY liked bradburys use of symbolism and metaphor and description of common things as abstract concepts. also just how he sets the tone and speed of individual scenes. honestly by his writing alone every other adaptation is straight up inferior simply because it doesnt have it. youre absolutely not going to get the same feeling watching a movie adaptation as you would reading the book because you cant referred to a tv as a wall of families when you look at it and its just. a tv

most importantly though i found the message to be very realistic and honest and not at all the "books are the True Light everything Sucks without books just because theyre Books" kind of superiority complex i half expected. in fact, its ironic that i went in with that assumption since there are multiple points in the story that drive in that technology isnt all brainwashing and books arent inherently going to make you wiser. one of the characters at the end states that even when they had books they werent truly doing anything with them. the message seemed to moreso be about like. genuinely taking in the world around you and all the knowledge and memories it contains instead of just constantly feeding yourself instant gratification via tv and radio shows (examples today being social media and doomscrolling and only watching videos under fifteen minutes). were for real conditioning our minds to only want to take in surface level ten second information and we like to call it the consequences of adhd or depression or whatever but i really think its becoming a universal issue in this age. like even when i was doing my study guides for the book i was mindlessly opening and closing discord and tumblr and grasping absolutely nothing from them but images i wont remember the second i get back to my study guide. anyway ill cease that rant i need to get to bed

bradbury also does a really good job of utilizing his characters for the narrative. they all have their purpose and analyzing it i felt like this man stayed up all night every night trying to draw lines between factors in his own story. it all feels so real and meaningful. the scene where montags floating down the river feels especially profound against the chaos of the rest of the book

also. i love you captain beatty he was expertly used in the narrative. nobody fucking gets you like i do

i dont really have any complaints honestly. it wasnt like an Amazing book but it was genuinely really good and i can see why its been called a classic. you can really feel the depth of its thought and meaning and how much heart bradbury put into it. great book

[tears-of-boredom]

ok finished life is strange true colors. probably gonna be spoilers in this. so, i dont know if its because i was expecting to not like the ending, but i didnt like it. ended up really angry at the ending. tbh the whole vibe of the story was weird. my vibes didnt match its vibes. reminds me a lot of tell me why in a sense. with the siblings being reunited after both were separated when young and so the foster care system fucked them up even worse. and they can only begin to heal once they get out of it. and they investigate a family member's death. and the character models never seem to actually be touching anything around them. kind of like trying to get your barbie to hold something that didnt have that small finger ring. but the difference is that i like tell me why. maybe its just because the emotions matched mine more. idk. i wish we got to meet izzy. oh and yeah im not gonna even do the bisexual thing.

idk just left me angry and feeling shitty. but ig something happened outside of the game at the same time so that might contribute to my mood too. but man. i didnt even get to cry. and no one even went after someone in a fit of unbridled rage.... i mean,, of their own choosing you know? i wanted alex to walk into the black horse and just charge jed with a knife. and it is so fucking annoying because everytime i saw jed, i was thinking about how happy i am that for once the old man who the community trusts didnt do some horrible shit. like oh my god, i wasnt even fucking surprised when he pulled the gun, i was just so disappointed. i fucking hate that trope. so much. let old people be fucking good people for once, who arent trying to hide their past at all costs. like oh my god, let a main character actually get a father figure into their lives without them being a liar and a coward. and sorry but why the fuck did the game even give you an option on whether or not to forgive him?? like, yeah i could've fucking forgave him for being a bit too proud and making a horrible mistake because of that, but who the fuck fucking is forgiving him for all the shit he did to keep the secret. he didnt intentionally kill those miners, but by creating this lie about being a hero, and putting everything on keeping it up, he killed someone. and to be honest, i would not be surprised if there were more. and why the fuck did they make alex see herself in him? whatever her "gift" canonically is, she did not choose it. the monster she is ashamed of was something she did not choose. but jed made a decision. he hates himself because of a choice he made. neither of those things are less real or,, anything. they are just different. pretty fundamentally. hating yourself for something you cant change, and hating yourself over something you can change. oh my god i hated the ending. and hated how unlike me alex was. despite there being so many similarities between us. that flashback about the guitar, when shes imagining gabe and her at the orphanage. it hit me quite hard. i wonder how many kids have thought that. because i sure have. i wasnt even there for that long. but everynight, when i wasn't allowed to do anything but lay in my bed,, i think i thought "they cannot be so stupid to do this to me with sincere intentions." but,, i wasnt stupid myself. i knew that they were genuinely trying to help with all the restrictions. so eventually i concluded that they're stupid as fuck and know nothing. but they think they know better. the worst fucking combination ever. impossible to argue against people like that. usually they are like cops too. if you make them question the rules, they just fall back on "well thats still how it is (and there's no changing that)". adults love to obey authority and not question anything. and i would understand that if it was just a choice for an individual, but they affect a lot of other people by being like this. young people. but thats just how it is right. adults fuck up kids because they dont want to challenge anything, and then those kids grow up to be afraid of challenges too.

im really tired. i cant really tell if im even making sense. im gonna shut of my pc now.

[kittenfangirl20]

*Lucifer couldn’t help but feel love for Adam, he was so kind, smart, had a wicked sense of humor, was really good with kids, and he was very funny, the most important thing to Lucifer was that Charlie really like Adam and wanted him to be part of their family, he wasn’t mad that Lute was guarded around Lucifer, in fact his anger was directed at this Steve guy, he quickly realized that Lute was hesitant about Lucifer being around Adam because Steve had abused Adam, if he saw Steve any time soon, he would kill the man, once they made it home, Charlie fell asleep and Lucifer took her upstairs and put her to bed*

Lucifer internally: I am going to find out all I can about this situation. If my hunch is correct, I will have Steve killed.

*Lucifer sent Adam a message telling him that he was home and setting up the next date and Adam was happy about it, Lucifer went his office and looked up anything to do with Adam Kadmon, what he saw made his blood boil, he saw three years ago Adam Kadmon was nearly beat to death by his boyfriend Steven Hunter and the man was only put into prison for three years for assault when it should have been longer for attempted murder*

Lucifer internally: I will kill him for what he did to Adam.

*Lucifer was pulled out of his thoughts when his cellphone, he smiled when he saw it was Adam, he quickly picked up the phone*

Lucifer: Hello Adam.

Adam: Hello Luci…..

*Lucifer loved hearing Adam call him Luci, he noted that Adam sounded shy and nervous*

Lucifer: Is everything alright?

Adam: Yes, I was thinking of you and I started to touch myself, I am still doing it right now.

Lucifer internally: He wants to have phone sex, that is actually cute.

*Lucifer pulled down his pants and underwear a little so he could start to touch himself*

Lucifer: I am touching myself thinking about you as well. I was thinking that you should use that lube and put your fingers inside of yourself. I would like for you to pretend that it is me doing that to you.

Adam: Yes Luci.

*Lucifer smiled as he heard Adam softly moaning while putting fingers into himself*

Lucifer: I am just thinking of you looking beautiful and needy, I saw you had a dildo in the top drawer of the night, put that in you.

Adam: I will do that Luci, I want you to play with to plus with the tip and taste your precum.

*Lucifer did so and licked his fingers*

Lucifer: I want you to touch your stomach and chest, I only want you to think good things about yourself.

*they continued to have fun over the phone until they finished, when they hung up and Adam curled up in the bed wishing Lucifer was there, Lucifer started to get ready for bed while wishing Adam was there as well*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Mafia Daycare Au

Husk: Boss, I know you're nervous but daycare will be good for Charlie. She needs to make friends and learn things that don't involve crime.

Lucifer took a drag off his cigarette and sighed, since Lilith left him after their daughter was born he's been very protective of her. That's his baby girl.

Lucifer: I know Husk I just...... If anything happened to her I'd have to kill someone.

He meant that literally. They both knew.

Charlie came racing in and ran to her dad, she was so excited to be starting daycare.

Charlie: Daddy daddy! It's time to go!!

Lucifer smiled at his little girl: Okay sweetie let's go. He put her in the car and drove her down to Eden Daycare Center.

He walked her to the door and went inside.

Adam heard the door as he was getting everything ready for the day. He turned and saw a very handsome man with his daughter come in.

He went right over to greet them.

Adam: Hello there, this must be little Charlie! I'm Adam and I'll be her daycare teacher.

*Lucifer looked over at the man running the daycare and was struck by how attractive he was, he had short brown hair that made him think of milk chocolate, honey brown eyes, and his body was muscular in all the right places and chubby in the right places, he was dressed in a punk style and quite ear piercings as well as a tongue piercing when he opened his mouth, Lucifer wondered what piercings Adam had under his clothes, reviews said he was very good with kids*

Lucifer: It is nice to meet you Adam, my name in Lucifer Morningstar.

*when Adam smiled at both of them, he knew he made the right choice, there was something about Adam’s smile that made him feel warm inside, he saw other parents arrive with their children, the children would get excited seeing Adam and he would greet all of them in a friendly and joyful manner*

Charlie: I already like him dad.

Lucifer: I feel the same way as well sweetie.

*Lucifer still wanted to have Husk guard the place, not because he didn’t trust Adam, it was to protect Charlie and now Adam, for some reason the thought of Adam getting hurt was unbearable to Lucifer*

Lucifer: I will be going now, but I will be back later. I love you.

Charlie: I love you too.

*Lucifer left a message to guard the place and went back to his life of the mob underworld*

[superhero--imagines]

A/N: this has been stuck in my notes for sooo long. But yes it is part 1 I think I’ll do two more parts. Features female reader.

A/N: this has been in my head for the longest time. Also I would like some serotonin pls

* Okay, so Gojo has seen an arranged marriage coming for a while

* The head of his clan, and the gaggle of elders in general, have been nagging him for a while to stop f*cking all over the city and settle down

* He sighs as he tugs on his suit

* He knew this was coming, he’s been dodging the applications for a while

* He’s still in his 20’s, he just wants to have fun and enjoy himself while he can

* Way too young to get tied down to a single person

* Well whatever

* He’ll just flat out reject the marriage candidate when he see’s them, what was their name again?

* “ (L/N), (Y/N)” he murmurs to himself looking over your bio data

* Well you’re quite cute arent you?

* Nice features, he thinks his eyes skimming past your picture and to your hobbies

* Hobbies include embroidery and reading

* You would make a lovely bride, he thinks to himself, a nice traditional girl a man could flaunt to his colleagues and political rivals

* The type of woman who could hang off his arm and cement his social status

* “It’s too bad I don’t have any place for someone like that”

* If Gojo’s going to have to get married, tie himself to someone for the rest of his life-

* It can be for nothing less than a perfect match

* Someone who see’s the same dream he does

* Someone who can lay the foundation, so he can build a future

* A true partner

* “I’ll have to let them down easy”

* It’s for the best really

* So imagine his surprise when you say:

* “Let’s get a divorce”

* The comment has him sputtering, you on the other hand continue sipping your tea quite peacefully

* “Excuse me?”

* The two of you aren’t even married yet- not that he wants to be married in the first place

* He’s still trying to pull himself together when you set your teacup down without a sound

* “You’re probably the strongest person in the world,” you look him dead in the eye, and even though he’s the one used to people staring at his eyes, he can’t seem to look away from yours

* The color is richer in person, he thinks

* “But all that strength doesn’t do you any good if you can’t stand on the same stage as your political rivals”

* You’ve got him there

* Gojo is a prodigy, the first person to be born with both six eyes in decades

* But even with all this strength, with the foundation of his clans pedigree-

* He just can’t seem to knock those geezers off of their pedestals

* “But don’t worry, I can help with that”

* He quirks an eyebrow, well your family is very well positioned politically, and you yourself are known as something of prodigy, but-

* “No offense, but a divorce after a month isn’t a good look for me”

* For as smart as you are, something like this should be obvious, a hasty marriage and divorce would only damage both of your reputations

* “We’ll stay together for two years,” you hold up your fingers for emphasis “and then you go your way and I’ll go mine.”

* “Oh, and what will we tell people is the reason?”

* He can’t understand why the words slip out of his mouth. He came here to turn you down, not hear about your plans.

* Well he’s just humoring you, it’s not like he’s going to follow through.

* You stir your tea silently, taking a long sip, before looking at him.

* “Irreconcilable differences.”

* Gojo actually laughs, hiding his face behind his hand.

* To his amusement, you don’t even so much as blink, instead you just take another sip of your tea.

* Here before him is the epitome of a perfect young lady, a wife anyone would be happy to have.

* And here she is asking for a divorce.

* It’s just so interesting.

* Gojo’s sure he’ll come to regret his impulsiveness, but he finds his mouth breaking into a grin before saying:

* “Alright sure, let’s get a divorce.”

[thebeebi]

Ghosts of the past pt. 3

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Warnings:  fluff, sexual suggestions, smut in the future chapters, mentions of the murder, swearing and many more (warnings might differ by chapter)! Read only if you are okay with these topics! (18+)

Genre: historical AU (18th century) 

Word count: 4.1k+

A/n: Helloooooooooooo o/ It has been ages. No like seriously. It has been a year since the release of the first part of this sequel but here we are on the part 3! Somehow I made it :D there is going to be a whole new/other post devoted to past year. So yeah. It feels good to be back with another part of this series. ♥ Give it some love. I suggest you to reread the parts since you might have forgotten some important details! ♥

Taglist: @fullartisandaze @ggukkieland @bri-mal @zoeshinelove @sugaslittlekookies @missema @nikkiordonez12 @realashlynn [If you want to be tagged, just ask ♥ Thank you]

You were happy to be in the arms of the man you loved. Happy to have people around who adored you. You were finally happy. You wished to put the past behind you, not wanting to let your loved ones know what you did. You were almost successful… until the ghosts of the past came haunting you.

Masterlist

After you came home with Jungkook and Jeongsan, you got scared once again but this time due to the sudden visit of Elisabeth. She came to Hybe even before your family returned and was waiting for you in the saloon. You looked at Jungkook and when he frowned at the news, you were sure he was as unhappy with it as much as you were. You followed him to the saloon with a sleeping baby in your arms.

Elisabeth was sitting in a beautiful dress in Jungkook’s favourite armchair and from time to time she sipped from the drink she was holding. From above the glass, she smiled at Jungkook. "You look good.” She said lazily. “But then again, you always looked great.” With eyes full of desire, Elisabeth was looking at Jungkook but then she looked at you. “Poor girl. Looks like the hot weather does not do much for you. You look like a wilted flower.” With unease, you sat down on the sofa and while still holding Jeongsan in your left arm, you tried to touch up the messy hair you did not care about before. Jungkook remained indifferent and walked to the table with alcohol, after he poured himself his favourite drink, which was strong enough to help him accept Elisabeth’s presence, he asked: “To what do we owe such.... the pleasure, Elisabeth?“ The tone of his voice was rather prickly. He took the glass and made his way to stand behind the sofa you were sitting at. “We haven't seen you since when you told us about Hannah’s murder. I am curious about what you will tell us this time. I hope it is not another murder.”

“Of course not, my dear,“ Elisabeth giggled happily. “I visited my aunt and just now came back. I wanted to visit everyone else to tell them I am finally back. I am kind of disappointed that you did not miss me.“ Elisabeth sighed and stood up from the armchair handing you a little box. “This is for Jeongsan, my dear. I bought it when I was away. I...“ the fake smile on Elisabeth’s lips showed that the present for your son was not given out of affection. “Haven't given him anything yet.“

You looked down and quietly thanked her. Your confidence was not as strong as usual due to the horrifying encounter from earlier. You opened the box and saw a little silver glass engraved with Jeongsan and 1800. “Thank you, Elisabeth,“ you continued quietly. “It is very pretty.“ Elisabeth felt like she was winning and did not let it go by so easily. “It would not be right not to give Jungkook’s son a present.“ She looked at the baby in your arms that moved around a little and then opened his eyes. “Considering how close we ... were,“ she smiled, “It would be not right to ignore his son. Arent you glad, Y/N, that your son resembles his father? It would be such a pity if he resembled you, even though I expected that. I thought he would look like you – his mother. Maybe because you, yourself, look like a little child.“ You could not find words to reply to her. You were speechless at her brazen behaviour. It was hard for you to sit there comfortably when this kind of woman is trying her best to offend you. You kept quiet but your husband was not so generous.

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want. Elisabeth?“

Jungkook seethed through his teeth, trying his best to not kill the blonde woman who crossed the line too many times. Elisabeth ignored him, leaned in closer to Jeongsan and to you and Jungkook she put her cleavage on full display. She poked Jeongsan below his chin, but he did not like to be touched by unfamiliar people right after he woke up. His lower lips shook and soon enough loud cries were heard as was Jeongsan pulling closer to you.

Elisabeth was stunned and her face showed how angry she was when she saw you trying to calm Jeongsan down. Jungkook smiled looking at Elisabeth from above his glass. Jeongsan was not easy to calm down though and that was the reason why you were annoyed at Elisabeth. After numerous attempts to calm him down, you sighed and unbuttoned the bodice of your dress and pulled Jeongsan closer to your left breast. The baby soon quietened but kept watching Elisabeth carefully. Jungkook chuckled, softly caressed the little feet that were hanging from your embrace and sat down next to you.

When you looked away from Jeongsan’s face for a moment, you saw Elisabeth’s frown and uneasiness. But it was only for such a brief moment, that you thought, you only imagined it. Is it possible that … that woman finally understood what it means to be the mother of Junkook’s child? It was a bond far stronger than one could imagine. Jungkook loved his son. It was obvious. No one would believe it if Jungkook left the mother of his child for any other woman. Elisabeth felt uneasy as if losing ground under her feet. She tried to regain herself but it was unnatural and inappropriate. „It is really respectable, that you are breastfeeding him, instead of getting a nanny,“ she spoke to you. „Others would do that. But as I see you are rather... housewife style and you like to do these things yourself. That, of course, takes its tool on the woman. I would not be able to do it. I would not want to be by the child’s side all the time. I would want to be bonded to the child for life.”

“No, Elisabeth” said Jungkook. “And that would be another one of many reasons why we were never compatible and would not be right for each other.” Elisabeth understood that she make a mistake, she backed away and tried to twist her words: “What I mean is, that I would not want to give all of my attention to the child only and not give any to my husband.” Jungkook chuckled. “You think I am not getting any attention, Elisabeth? I can assure you that you are wrong. Y/N has this amazing ability to show love for her son and her husband.” Elisabeth turned around and returned to the armchair by the side. She did not sit down but looked from above the shoulder at Jungkook and said: “I came here because of the trade matter. Maybe you would be interested in knowing that I am willing to sell the grounds I own. I thought I should come to you first to see, what price you are offering.”

“I see,” Jungkook noted. “Well Jungkook, it would be not nice to offer them to someone else when I know you have wanted them for so long.” Jungkook nodded. “Yes,” replied Jungkook but it didn’t look like he was uneasy nor anxious. “But if you do not want them, I will offer them to someone else who is interested.” She spat out and turned away from him. Jungkook lifted up his left eyebrow and cocked his head to the side with an amusement “To whom?”

“Well there is some-… There are people who want to buy them. I can sell them right away.” Though she was saying this, she wasn’t convinced by her own words. “Elisabeth, “ Jungkook sighed, “stop with all the pretence. The only person who wants to buy them is me. Maybe there would be some farmer willing to buy them, but I do not think they would match the price you expect.” Elisabeth turned to him. “That is not true! I can sell them to anybody!” She proclaimed. “Calm down, Elisabeth. I know exactly what you are trying to do but it will not go your way. I will tell you a few reasons why it is only me who is willing to buy them. The rich people would not profit from your few acres of the grounds. Our winery in that corner of our grounds is pretty uncared-for and no one would be willing to travel that far just for a few grounds you offer but do not sell the house. Only I can be as generous and pay as much. But do not come up to me with your tricks and think that I would panic and would give you twice as much. I am not an idiot. In a bit, we can talk about it more, but first I will rest for a while and finish my drink.”

“Jungkook, you bastard!” Elisabeth laughed. “Why are you mocking me? You were determined to buy those grounds, when I said I would sell them.” Jungkook sighed. “I am serious when doing the business, Elisabeth. I do not mock them.” He continued dryly. When Elisabeth turned and walked towards the office, leaving behind the trail of heavy perfume, Jungkook bowed down to you to breathe in the natural scent of your body that he always loved. “I will try my best to deal with her as quick as possible, my love. If you want, you can go upstairs and sleep first when you will be finished with our son. I will try to come up with something to get rid of her and then come to you quickly.”

“Yes, please, do so.” You whispered softly. “I think that I am still shaken up by the events of today. I would rather not see her again today.” You bit your lower and furrowed your eyebrows. “Oh Jungkook, she is so determined to break up apart. I hate her.” You looked down on Jeongsan who was with his small hand caressing your breast and chuckled a little bitterly. “I guess I just need to take a long bath and forget about her.” Jungkook touched your ear softly. “I will tell the boys to warm up water. Anything else, little one?” “-Yes” you replied quickly. “Kiss me and show me that woman has no chance with you.” Jungkook looked down on your trembling lips and smiled a little, knowing that soon you would be left with no doubts about his love.

And now are these grounds mine. Jungkook thought as he was walking up the stairs and was really happy that he spared you this long conversation with Elisabeth. Jungkook deeply exhaled. He has to admit that Elisabeth was persistent. She first started with a flirtatious offer to start their sexual relationship again and offered him different kinds of sexual favours that only disgusted Jungkook more and more. After that, she offered him the overreached expected price and they came to an understandable price after long, for Jungkook - unreasonably long, arguments. She begged him – throwing away the pride, threatened him that she would not sell him anything, offered herself as a whore. When Jungkook finished dealing with her, he felt like as if he was dirty, almost filthy from top to the bottom. Jungkook was wondering how low Elisabeth could go to get some money. It was not a secret that her financial situation was not good and she needs money, but you used to have more financial problems and were never willing to go as low and you never wanted to lean on anyone.

Y/N, my love. Only thought of you helped him to push away the disgust that Elisabeth brought him. He suddenly remembered at that moment while visiting the sawmill, when you were wearing only light clothes that showed more than covered. His heart beat fast. I will have to put there a lock, so she will not be as scared next time. Jungkook chuckled. He knew that near you, he is worse than deer in its mating season, only thinking about hugging you, the soft curves of your body and legs that wrap around him as he thrusts deep and hard. His blood was boiling with the thought that at first when he asked you to take off your clothes near the pond, you were too shy but after showing you all the trees, you agreed to take them off and swim. As Jungkook was waiting for you, he took off all his clothes with his desire and need fully visible. He knew you saw him and you both knew that swimming would not be the only thing you two would be doing by the pond. You jumped into the water surprised by its coldness and when you saw Jungkook approaching you, you started swimming away from him quickly. But it was all in vain. He dipped under water and he was close enough, he held you by the ankle and pulled you towards him.

Jungkook smiled at the beautiful memory from a few days ago. It was a wonderful afternoon. He opened the door to the bedroom and stood still. You were sitting in the tub looking exactly like the first time he saw you. Sweet. Desirable. Beautiful. As the light of the candle was reflecting on the droplets of water on your skin. The hair was tied up but a few stranded hairs fell down. You smiled when your husband closed the door leaned on the tub and bowed down to you. “Good evening, little one,” Jungkook whispered. With a wet finger, you caressed his soft lower lip. “Good evening, my lord.” You replied softly and pulled him in.

In September, it was time to start picking up the grapes and all kinds of farmers started bringing their harvest to the market and the streets were full of people. When Jungkook showed you the tickets for the new play in the theatre, you almost strangled him with the tight hug with the kisses. When the euphoria finally calmed down, you sat down in his lap and were looking at the tickets. You admitted it was our first time going to the theatre.

Whenever you both showed up in public, Jungkook was always at the centre of attention. He was tall, fit and very, very attractive and you were beautiful, small but with a smile that caught the eye of everyone around. When you walked into the theatre on the Main Square, everyone was looking at you two. Jungkook was wearing black pants with a black shirt but the jacket was of dark emerald green velvet colour, while you were wearing a black dress with gems, that sparkled reflecting the candlelight. The accessories Jungkook gifted you, the jewellery set from his late mother would match his attire so anyone doubting your love until now would be sure, that his eyes are only on you and that anyone who would dare to approach you, would find his demise.

As usual, you were greeted with jealous stares but also friendly welcomes. Jungkook proudly looked at you but carefully at every and each man who bowed down to your hand. Many of the young gentlemen were eager to come closer to you, hoping that you were only some distant relative of his. They were looking at you smiling, finding out you were even more beautiful than they expected. But the smiles did not last long because Jungkook smirked and pulled you closer to him, introducing you to them as his wife.

Jung Hoseok was barely seen. He decided it would be best to keep his distance. He tried his best to not look at you for too long and gave his attention to another lady. Lady Locke welcomed you with criticizing look but nodded with approval. “Y/N, my dear, this evening, you look fabulous. You will put all other ladies in shame.” She smirked and looked at Jungkook. “And looks like you are lurking, making sure no one is too close to her.” Jungkook grinned. “You knew my father, Catherine. Would you believe me if I said I am even worse?” Lady Locked closed her fan and hit Jungkook softly with it on his shoulder. “It took a rather long time and one small woman to make you figure it out. I remember when you did not care when someone else was making moves on your fling. You used to look at any and every one of the girls making sure to get them all. But now? Look at yourself. She is so enchanting you cannot take your eyes off her.” She turned to you and smiled. “I am glad he met you, dear child. I love this family and am happy whenever they have and get the best.” You approached her and softly touched her cheek with your lips saying: “Thank you, Catherine. It is really a compliment when coming from you.” “-Oh stop it,” Cathrine Locke protested. “I am stating only facts and you do not need to butter me up with your sweet words. I am not that easily impressed.” Catharine smiled and held your hand softly patting it, changing the way she spoke to a softer tone. “You do not need to say that to me, dear child. Your husband is better for that.”

Later, when they were already sitting in their seats, Jungkook was watching you more than the stage. He liked the expressions on your face whenever something happened because he knew, you were enjoying every second of it. When the actors were saying their text, you were quiet, so as not to lose any of the context. To Jungkook, you were more than enchanting and he could not look away from you. When the break started, you were talking about the story as he was sipping on the glass of wine. “I will never forget this, Jungkook. My father never took me to the theatre. It was beautiful as if living in a fairytale.” Jungkook chuckled and bend down to your ear, whispering: “Oh then it looks like I am not that good for your life, little one.” You looked up to him earnestly. “Even if so, it is too late to talk about it and I would not want to change anything. I am destined to love and to be loved. I want to own and be owned. I want to be yours, my love, and just want to be mine. You taught me a lot and taught me well… too well. You achieved everything you wanted and even more. I have to live with you, be part of you and if we were not bound by the marriage and you will still sail the word on the ship, I would sail with you as your mistress and our love would be sacred for me. And if you despise me for willingly agreeing to this, I do not care.”

Jungkook kept looking into your eyes, raising his hand to your lips and kissing you softly. “If you were my mistress, I would have to lock you up so any other man would not be able to take you away from me. And you are an excellent teacher as well. That selfish bachelor you used to know is now preferring the safety of marriage. I like every minute of the life I spend with you, even more, the one whenever I can say that you are mine and only mine.” You smiled softly and it was obvious that you were looking at Jungkook with so much love. “You should not be looking like that at me.” He whispered. “How?” you asked not breaking the eye contact. “Like when you look at me while we are making love. As if life could go on without us and you would care.”  You replied gently: “I really would not care” Jungkook grinned. “If you do not stop with that, little one, I will not be able to wait till the end of the play. You are testing my limits.” You giggled but stopped when you noticed Jungkook was looking somewhere behind you surprised. You turned around to see Elisabeth approaching you. You were unsure of his reaction until you saw the dress she was wearing. It was the same dress you gave to the merchant. The one you wore when you met him for the first time. It was obvious Elisabeth had them changed a little to match the newest trend so one would have a fancier dress than her. For a chaste woman, the sheerness of the dress would be shocking, but Elisabeth did not care about those things such as chastity since it looked like she even used lipstick to emphasize her nipples.

“Good evening, Jungkook,” said Elisabeth as she stopped by you two. She noticed as both of you are looking at her attire. “I see that my dress grabbed your attention. They are wonderful, right? Timothy made it especially for me after I saw the original at his shop and since we are friends, he put the other one away so no other woman would have the same dress as me.” Jungkook raised his brow and asked full of curiosity. “What was wrong with the other dress, if I may ask? You said he had to make a second one for you.” Elisabeth smirked as she noticed Jungkook is really asking about her. “No, nothing was wrong with them, but they were too small for anyone to wear. Not even Y/N with her small body would fit them. Even she would be too big for them.” You and Jungkook exchanged a glance. “Well, then they really had to be too small.”

“I really wanted to have the same one the moment I noticed them.” Elisabeth continued chipperly. “And now I am really glad I urged Timothy to finish them. I am glad I caught your attention, my dear, I see I was successful.” She pretended to be embarrassed. “Well, of course, I thought it might not be only because of the dress, but since it was in front of your wife…” Jungkook looked calmy at Elisabeth. “Your dress reminds me of the dress my wife was wearing when we first met, Elisabeth.” He replied dryly. “That dress is like a treasure to me, thanks to the memories it holds.”

Elisabeth’s face turned to stone, she furiously looked at you and then smiled full of satisfaction. „Where did you get such money to buy that kind of dress? You had to work hard to be able to get them. But if your husband would like to see you in this kind of dress, then I suggest you meet my tailor. He is here, this evening. He can do miracles. I am sure you will be satisfied with his work.“ You noticed how Jungkook stiffened next to you. „I doubt I would like that, Elisabeth.“ He replied. „I liked it when Y/N wears clothes made by women.“ Elisabeth laughed aggressively. „ Oh Gosh, Jungkook, do not tell me you feel jealousy at your age.“ Jungkook pulled you closer and caressed your bare flesh shoulder. „When it comes to Y/N, I am always jealous of whoever looks at here, even of whoever thinks of her.“

Elisabeth felt the jealousy run through her veins as she saw him slowly caressing your shoulder, remembering the feeling on her own skin, all the arousing feelings that had never been matched before she met Jungkook, nor after he left her. Elisabeth glared at you with hatred and then quickly looked away to regain her composure. „Well... anyway. You have to meet Timothy, my dear. Maybe he can give you a few suggestions on what to wear as it appears you do not have much to show off. He really can do miracles with a body that looks like a child’s. Wait here, I will bring him to you.”

You looked uncertainly at your husband as Elisabeth walked away only to find him smiling. „If she knew everything about the dress, she would surely kill that poor man.“ He chuckled. „I am certain that the dress he has is yours.“ You kept looking at him. „She looks beautiful in it, right?“ You murmured and Jungkook looked down and you and moved his hands to your waist to pull you closer. „Not as lovely as you did that night, not any other night or day... or every moment or second.“ You smiled, finally reassured and looked at Elisabeth yet again and she disappeared into the crowd of people.

You almost forgot the woman existed for a moment as Jungkook brought your attention to different – more pleasant things. Soon the calmness was over as a strange feeling kept creeping on you. The same weird, strange, dark feeling you felt a few days ago at the mill. You knew someone was staring at you but the intenseness was completely far from normal. You turned to the side where you got that feeling from and saw him. All the colour your face held just disappeared. Next to Elisabeth was standing a man but his eyes were all on you. He did not seem to be surprised by your appearance. He nodded his head as if to acknowledge you and smirked. It was him. The smirk was too horrible to forget. There was no other person in the entire world who would smirk like that. Whose smirk would scare you so much. Timothy Buck.

a/n: For those who do not remember, please refer to your little games pt 15. ♥ Also please, let me know how if I should fix my writing style. It has been months since I typed down anything really :P

[obsessive-ego]

Late night chats

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Beej chats with you when he knows you're not listening

Fluff, pining

It was a long rough week, you were absolutely exhausted, you could barely stand, your knees wobbled as you finally arrived home, everyday this week has been hell between work using you to cover everyone and do everything, and personal family drama you had to attend too, you were glad to finally be home, safe, quiet, where nothing was expected of you, you could finally recharge.

Kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag and jacket aside to deal with later.

As you shamble to your bedroom, eager to swap your work clothes to something less constricting, you tap away on your phone, ordering dinner, you were too tired to cook anyway.

In your bedroom, you were quick to ditch your uniform in replacement for an over sized shirt and a pair of pajama pants.

Removing your bra felt like a weight has been lifted, as you slip on your pajamas you felt 100 pounds lighter, you flop down on your bed, barely clinging to being awake, as you were about to doze off, your phone blares to life with its loud ringtone, you groan in frustration, you force your body to get up and dig for your phone in your pants pocket, you miss the call by a second, before you could check who it was it buzzes again, you nearly drop the phone, startled, you fumble with the gadget, quickly answering the call, assuming it was your incompetent coworkers needing a question asked.

"What are you wearing?~"

You frown, knowing that voice anywhere

"Beetlejuice-"

"Oh baby, you will be wearing me by the time I'm done with you~" he moans

You scowl at this joke, too tired to really deal with his sense of humor, yes the ghoul could easily make you laugh with their lewd jokes, but honestly you were so tired nothing else really mattered.

"What-"

"So we gonna hook up? Or are you standing me up?"

"What?"

"Y/n what day is it?"

You're silent for longer then youd like to admit, beetlejuice starts before you could respond

"Friday, movie night, so, let's hear that magic b word sweetheart~" he chimes in a sing song tone.

As tired as you were, I guess a chill movie night would be fine, if you doze off during you could survive the teasing, wouldnt be the first time.

"Hello? Sugar? I'm not hearing my name come from that pretty little mouth of yours~"

You snap back, guess you zoned out longer then you thought, you utter a quick sorry, and shuffle to the living room.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

Your apartment goes dark, you sigh, the ghoul had a thing for making an entrance

"HONEY IM HOME" the ghoul shouts, within seconds you are hoisted up from behind in a tight bear hug, Beetlejuice's head resting on you shoulder "babes I missed ya, you're such a mean little thing forgetting about our movie night, or were you just playing hard to get~" he purrs that last part.

Clearly embarrassed you try your best to squirm out of your predicament, the demon only cackles at your actions

"Keep wiggling like that sugar and your gonna give me a-"

The ghoul was interrupted by a knocking at your door, his eyes light up, before you could get a word in, you are dragged along to the front door

"Its showtime"

...

It was amazing how you were still able to order take out with all the nonsense beetlejuice did to the delivery guys, but it just goes to show that it's all about money, and let's be honest, nobody is gonna believe them, yeah sure, a zombie looking guy took the pizza and then turned into a pile of snakes.

...

Movie night was the same as always, Beej successfully snuggling up close with an arm around your shoulder, ever since the change of seasons he found you no longer took the lead on getting up close and personal, meaning he had to take initiative, not that he minded, since regardless of the temperature, you didnt mind him cuddling up, which was nice, you were so warm to the touch, he adored it.

Movie night was always a blast with the demon, yes you've seen this horror films 100 times, but watching them with Beej always made them more lively, his enthusiasm was so contagious. But as much fun as the evening together was you were officially out of energy, you tired in vain to keep awake, last movie night you dozed off midway through you delt with merciless teasing for a week, but all your effort was for not as you felt yourself slip into dreamland.

"Alright Doll what's up next in our-" the demon finally noticed you were out, he frowns, yeah it was cute, and sexy when you fell asleep on him, but it was really becoming kind of a pain on how hard you worked and how much it drained you, breathers are delicate, and besides he wanted to spend some real legit alone time with you.

The demon snaps his fingers and the two of you reappear in your bedroom, you being tucked into your bed, beej floats up beside you in a lounging position.

The ghoul stares at you, watching you naturally settle into a deep sleep, once a few moments have past and beetlejuice was sure you were out cold, he leans back placing his hands behind his head and let's out a deep sigh.

"Ya know doll, the other week I was in the netherworld for business, bumped into an old pal, buddy was going on and on about this demon he was banging, and boy, the look on his face when I told him I was banging a hot little breather, man, fucker was jealous, I mean we arent technically banging, yet." He whispered

This was a habit of Bj's chatting to you when you were asleep, he didnt need to sleep, so this was a nice way to pass the time.

"I showed him that photo of us lyds took, ya know the one, you were sitting on the couch playing with you phone and I had my head on your lap? Yeah, I keep it in my wallet, hell, it's the only thing in there" he snickers

You mumble something unintelligible, Beej hums in response

"Of course not sugar, I dont keep condoms in there, i prefer to go raw, demons cant get breathers pregnant anyways, wink wink"

The ghoul sighs reclining back and putting his hands behind his head

"Ya know, while I was down there, I had to file some paperwork with my Mom, the bitch she is, was going on and on about how I need to stop screwing around with breathers, she just doesnt get me, you know how it is"

You grumble in response

"Oh, yeah I know I told ya a sandworm ate her, shes back, it's a long story" he huffs with a scowl.

"Yeah she was saying how theres no point of me tricking another breather for a green card to live again, and I should leave you alone, fuck her, ya know, I dont need to trick ya for a green card, i know you're head over heels for me babes, and once you finally admit you love me and we fuck around for a bit, then I'll pop the question." He trails off looking in your direction, your were laying on your side facing the demon, as if you were awake listening to his every word, the demon sighs, staring at you sleeping form, god slash satan  he had no idea what he did to deserve you, his sweet caring breather. He could always come back to you, you were all his, you just didnt know it yet, and that was fine, for now, soon he'll get you to confess your undying love.

"What would I do without our little chats" he sighs, his eyes fixated on you, a purple hue begins to creep into his hair, he sighs again

"The only time I can be honest with ya huh babes?"

You mumble in response

"Its not like I dont WANT to be honest with ya, its just, come on, you gonna believe me? A demon from hell falling head over heels for a sweet little breather? I can barely believe it" he stares at you, his hair now completely purple.

"You know I love ya right?" The confidence in his voice fading, the question sounding more desperate then anything, as if the ghoul needed you to know or hed die again.

"...beee" you sigh

Beetlejuice perks up at the sound of your voice "bee?" Were you dreaming of him? The ghoul could just melt at the thought

"...beetlejuice"

You were

The purple in the demon's hair began to mix with hints of pink, his little breather was dreaming of him, the ghoul leans into you, his face inches from yours, studying your face in hopes to crack the mystery of what kind of dream you were having

"...beetlejuice" Again you mumble his name in your sleep

"Do you dream about me often babes? Ya know I dream of you~" he chuckles

"Beetle-"

Before you could finish the b word the demon shakes you awake

"Fuck" you say with a start "beetlejuice what are you doing" you grumble less then thrilled to be woken like this

"You were about to say the b word 3 times babes, had to put a stop to it" he chuckles sheepishly "you were babbling my name away in your sleep, guess you missed me huh?" His nervousness turned into a more confident jab

"I was? I-" you babble

"If you REALLY miss me baby cakes I could slip into bed with ya? Keep ya company" he leans in inches from your face, a moment passes and beetlejuice can see the hesitation in your face, yes he's snuck into bed with you multiple times, but he always left before you noticed.

"I wont do anything creepy" he begs grasping your hand as if to reassure you

"....okay" you whisper

The ghoul's eyes light up at your response in a flash he sheds his suit, leaving only a pair of boxers and slides under the covers next to you, the ghoul is over come by the warmth beneath the covers, and quickly latches on to your even warmer body.

"Good night Bee" you sigh "I'll try not to say your name 3 times"

"Night sugar♡" he cuddles into your chest making you the bigger spoon, though you were the smaller out of the two of you.

As you drift back into a deep sleep beetlejuice begins talking to you again

"You really know how to spoil a guy huh sugar, I guess I can wait a little longer till you say the 3 little words, as long as ya keep treating me like this♡ good night y/n, I love you"

[daniyanii]

I POSTED THIS ON MY WATTPAD (melaninanimez) FIRST

Soft Yandere Dabi

You remember the exact day you met him. You were just doing your day to day job as a florist. You loved your little shop with everything you had left, because well....it was all you had left.

Many years ago your shop was actually your fathers. You used to run around smelling the flowers and playing with the petals in your own world while he worked to give you everything he could. Life was good...until it wasn't.

One day while you were playing in the back room, your father was being robbed. He was always a prideful man and would refuse to give up, but that was his downfall. He refused to give the money not because he was greedy, but because he was saving up to give you a real christmas that year.

After he refused the money the robber was fed up. Your little dream world was interrupted by a single gunshot, something heavy dropping to the floor, and rummaging through the cash register.

You heard the bell on the front door ring quickly as whoever committed this crime ran off. You were completely frozen with fear, but you slowly inched yourself out the room. Once you hit the main room you were horrified to see blood spilling down the small steps that lead behind the counter.

"Daddy?" your high voice whispered out

But you got not response, the only sound that filled the room was the spilling of blood and your jagged breaths.

You had to no choice but to walk up the steps since that was the only way to get behind the counter. You always used to run around barefoot so you had to step directly in the warm trailing blood. When you peeked behind the counter it confirmed your worst nightmare.

Your father had been shot dead.

You remember running to his body and screaming. Begging him to move or talk, asking him not to leave you. But after a few minutes of crying and pleading you knew it was over, he was gone.

He wasn't the first parent you had seen dead either. Your mother killed herself by overdosing a year prior. It took you hours to realize she wasn't just sleep. You remember bouncing on her chest laughing, and begging her to get up. But after your poured water on her hand and when she didn't move you knew something was wrong.

You always tried not to think about it but without fail it remained a constant replaying memory. It was like an annoying fly who just wouldn't go away no matter how many windows you open. You took the pain and trauma from both of those situations and pushed it all the way down to your feet. Whenever you thought about it in public you would just put a smile on your face like always and keep moving.

One day a young man came in staring at the ground, refusing to look up at you. Nevertheless, you still smiled and greeted him like all your other customers.

"Do you have any sunflowers?" He mumbled out still looking as far down as he could.

"Of course I do! Let me show you." You spoke with enthusiasm since surprisingly no one ever asked for sunflowers. Plus....they were your dad's favorite.

You stepped down the steps, and lightly grabbed his hand to lead him to the flowers. He seemed to tense at this but didn't pull away.

"Theyre all the way back here since people aren't usually big fans of them." You explained but quickly shut up, feeling like he wasn't one for small talk. You let go of his hand when the sunflowers came in view.

"There they are, beautiful as ever. I'll leave you to it, any other questions you have I'd be glad to answer." Since his head was slightly up now he could see you but you couldn't really see him, you still gave him your warmest smile and began to walk back to the counter.

"Um, can you actually help me pick one? I'm not very good at this." He spoke deeply, he knew that any other day he would have wordlessly walked in and wandered till he found what he needed, grabbed the first one he saw and left. But something about this woman made him have to talk to her. She radiated this warmth that even he couldn't make.

"Of course! It's not like there's anyone else in here." She turned around smiling again

She began asking him simple questions only flower related. She could tell he was a private man due to his lack of responses and she would respect that. After they picked which ones he wanted they traveled back up to the counter. He had subconsciously fully lifted his head up, displaying scorched skin and stitches. He didn't even realize until she spoke again.

"I'm sorry but your eyes are just beautiful." She confessed to him which made his eyes widen

Half of my face is burnt to a crisp but she noticed my eyes first? And complimented me...she must be joking

"I'm sorry again, I didn't mean to upset you and overstep. Here you go, free of charge." She quickly recanted once she saw his face frown

When he went to grab the flowers his hands grazed hers. He expected her to snatch her hand back after feeling the scorched skin, but she gently let go once she was sure the flowers were in his grip.

"It's alright. Thankyou for the flowers and helping me but I must pay you." He reached to his pocket but she pulled his hand out, holding it for a second.

"No need. It's nice to actually have a customer on the weekdays. Consider it a gift!" beaming brightly and the dark man

That damn smile again, why is it so enchanting? Is that her quirk?

"What's your name?" He blurted out before he could stop himself, and subconsciously tightened the hold on her hand

"Y/n L/n. What about you stranger?" Her smile never once faltered and she didn't even think about pulling her hand away

Why isn't she scared of me? Or is she just good at acting?

"Dabi. My name is Dabi." He bluntly responded

"Well Dabi, I hope to see you again. You seem like a good man." Y/n had always been like this, her kindness knew no limits. Anyone else would’ve immediately labeled Dabi dangerous…which he was

"I- Okay." For once Dabi didn't know what to say

After that day he stalked her non stop. It was such a surprise to see that once she was in the "safe" confines of her home how fast her smile dropped. How on most days her eyes would immediately begin to water as she scolded herself about being weak.

It saddened him to see how draining it was for her to act so nice. She wasted her kindness on anyone and everyone, and it took a lot out of her.

He had finally worked the courage up to go back. This time he knew he'd have to have her forever.

"Hey Dabi! Nice to see you again." she exclaimed

She remembers my name?

"Hi Y/n." He spoke lowly trying to avoid eye contact since he knew she was probably disgusting by his burnt skin and stitches

"More sunflowers?" she questioned since most people always got the same flowers

"Um, I guess you could say that." He answered knowing she wouldn't get it, but he knew that whenever he saw sunflowers (or any flower for the most part) he couldn't help but see her smile.

He considered her a flower, more specifically a sunflower.

"Well you know where they are. Need any help picking them out?" She questioned while he just nodded in response

She took a deep breath and walked down the very steps that haunted her. Almost as if she could still feel the warm blood between her toes She refused to show her pain so she did what she always did....smile the pain away.

When they got to the very back where no one could see them, he grabbed her hand. Not forcefully, but he had a good grip on her, scared that she would snatch away.

but she didn't

and in that moment he knew

she was his and his only

"Dabi are you okay?" She asked smile slowly dropped as she saw his nervous face

"Why aren't you scared of me?" He blurted out, needing to know the reason.

Her warm smile came back as she grabbed his hand a little tighter

"Well, you haven't given me a reason to be. You're really nice, and I have no room to judge anyone."

Dabi's heart was beating so fast he could hear it. He no longer could live without her, what was to come next had to be done.

"W-Would you mind taking a walk with me?" He asked nervously, knowing that any normal person would practically scream no

"Of course, the shop is slow today anyways. Come on." She took their hands and intertwined their fingers

Dabi could feel all the blood rushing to his cheeks. He never had a woman, or anyone touch him like this so willingly.

She let Dabi lead and after quite some time she realized he was walking her out of town.

"Dabi where are we going? Town is back that way." She questioned

"I-I'm selfish. I need you, I want you, and so I'll have you. You'll learn to lik-." Dabi was cut off by lips touching his

His heart damn near stopped

He had never been kissed before

He'd never even had a hug

And here she was kissing him first

"Dabi I already like you. I'll go anywhere you want, but what about my shop? It's been in my family for generations." She replied softly

I'm fucking dreaming arent I?

"W-We can arrange t-to have it looked after." He was in such shock he could barely talk

"Okie Dokie. Then lets go!"

"Are you serious? You're not gonna run or scream and call me a monster? You'll just come with me willingly?" He stared at her with udder disbelief, expecting her to kill me

"Will you protect me?" She ignored his questions and dropped her smile to know she was serious

"With my life. You'll never be hurt again." He didn't even hesitate, wrapping arms around her waist, not pulling her in for a hug because he didn't wanna scare her.

"Will you give me your loyalty?"

"There is no one else I could ever feel like this for. Only you." He confessed truthfully

"And you promise not to leave?" She was tired of everything in her life leaving

So what if Dabi wasn't "normal"?

So what if she would never leave his sight?

She finally had someone again, and she didn't wanna have to let go again.

And he wasn't letting her go

So it would all workout

"I will never leave you. And you can't leave me. I-I love you." Dabi couldn't believe he just said that but he really couldn't believe what happened next after that

"Then what are we still here for. I'm ready to go home with you." she said while pulling him in for a deep hug

He just inhaled her scent, she smelled so floral and ethereal.

He couldn't believe she wanted to be with him.