#but would be extra careful the next time he considers hitting him

[ohitslen]

I GOT IDEA ☝️🤠‼️‼️

I think that Wolfwood has strong hands not only in the sense of strength but also in resistance, so when he punches or smacks Vash on his prosthetic he doesn’t really feel too affected by punching the hard material and barely notices it like yeah it’s harder than flesh but it’s whatevs

In addition to that, he has found that with Vash he doesn’t measure his strength a lot so sometimes he hits him a tad too hard

So to expand my panicked “oh shit sorry” eldest sibling Wolfwood response agenda when he accidentally fucks up, sometimes he will smack Vash’s left arm playfully and Vash will hiss in pain or act a little too real (not so exaggerated) when he gets the hit, and indulges in the way WW is all oh no oh fuck sorry uh did it really hurt that bad while Vash is doubling over in pain when he’s actually pressing down a laugh

It always takes Wolfwood a little too long to realize it’s not his actual arm and when he does come to realize it, he gets embarrassed but the violent kind of embarrassed and he hits him so hard Vash always considers not doing it again

He does it again at least once a week, and Wolfwood somehow falls for it every single time and the beatings get worse than the one before that

[jesuistrestriste]

art giving a tense (see: horny) “oh my god, baby…”

i think art donaldson would say this in a variety of ways, and during a variety of situations. it's like his brain's go-to phrase to shudder out when things feel too good.

"oh my god, baby," he'd say it like this when your body was wrapped warmly and slickly around his aching cock, sliding up and down to engulf him fully. he would have his head tipped back and his hands reaching for yours in a desperate attempt to stay grounded. he'd emphasize the "god" when he spoke it during occasions such as this, and sometimes you'd wonder if he was worshipping you. it felt almost like a prayer to a higher power. "please make me feel good", "please make me come", "please say my name", "please let me fuck you harder".

"oh my god, baby," he'd say it like this when your lips and tongue were lathing his neck or his length with warm, wet attention. he'd emphasize the "oh my" or the "oh" as a jolt of pleasure shocks through him. the two words after usually came slurring out, or were babbled, muffled, whispered, or stuttered; like they were an afterthought. like his brain was shutting down. his tip was ultra-sensitive, and you knew this. when you went down on him, you'd suckle at it first and cup his balls. this always got him close fast. maybe a little too fast. when heavy spurts of precome dribble out over your tongue, you know it's your cue to start bobbing your head. once that starts, he usually can't stop himself from bucking his hips and gushing into your willing throat.

"oh my god, baby," he'd generally say it like this when you were stroking him. sometimes he'd have his back resting against your chest while he sat between your thighs, and other times you would be sitting all pressed-up next to him, cooing in his ear and telling him how good he sounds when he gives in to the sensations. he'd emphasize the "baby" involuntarily because he considered this more intimate than sex or oral. he'd told you this once before, explaining that just having you focus all of your attention on him and his arousal made him feel extra vulnerable. but he always felt safe with you. you'd work his cock in your fist up until he started to writhe, and he'd usually start shooting ropes soon after. back arched, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

"oh my god, baby," he'd generally say it like this, full and heady and groaned-out, when he wasn't feeling as submissive. bending you over the bed and pounding you full of him; finger-fucking your hole until you whimpered; sliding his digits over your tongue to flutter them in the back of your throat while his other hand gently held your lower jaw. it was rare, very very rare, for him to hit a dominant streak with you, but when it did happen he made sure that you felt loved and taken care of. lots of aftercare, just like you always did for him when he regularly relinquished his control to you. it was an equal give-and-take. he knew that. he loved that. and he loved you.

[rainba]

Animalistic Instincts ღ

a/n: I just wanted to write a small thing about Luka being in heat some more... Particularly his breeding kink~ I made this one a fem reader, but if anyone wants a male version of this, I'd be happy to write it! ( ´ ▿ ` )

For this, reader is implied to be living with Luka.

TWs: breeding kink, dubcon (?), silencing via fingers shoved in mouth, dirty talk, unwanted pregnancy on darling's end, Luka being Luka.

NSFW, 18+ only!

Luka is a man who typically never loses his composure. He’s almost always calm, careful, manipulative, and smart to some degree. It’s something that he takes pride in.

…However, as a man born half-fox, there are days where the animal within him likes to take control. Every year when winter rolls around, that’s when his heat takes over him. And when that happens, he can no longer think for himself– he just goes wherever his dick takes him.

There are some times where he can be rational. Luka can still reasonably cook, clean, work, and take care of both you and him. However, he needs to fuck multiple times between tasks, which is a little inconvenient. He can still function overall, though.

But… There are days where his mind turns into total mush, and all he can think about is fucking you raw.

Luka knows that it’s gonna be a rough day when he wakes up and his first thoughts are centered around how badly he wants to breed and get you pregnant.

God, the idea of it all sounds so damn enticing to him. He’ll fuck you over and over again until you can’t walk, stuffing you full of his hot seed as he lovingly rubs your stomach. He can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you’ll be when you’re all swollen and big while carrying his children. Luka will take extra-good care of you every step of the way… He’ll spoil you like a princess.

“We’re going to have so many kids,” He’ll growl darkly as he savagely thrusts his cock deep inside of you, shoving his cum further in as he locks your hips in place. At some point, you’ll lose count of how many rounds of sex you’ve had. 

“We’ll make a huge family.”

If you whine and tell him that you don’t want any kids, he’ll silence you by shoving his fingers deep inside your throat. You obviously don’t mean that…! You’re just a little confused and worn-out, that’s all. So instead of whining and saying things you don’t mean, how about you suck on his fingers and take his cock like a good girl?

After a couple rounds have passed and you’re thoroughly tired and overstimulated, Luka will start to slow down… But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he’ll just lay you down on your side and he’ll curl up behind you, raising one of your legs as he sensually fucks your pussy from the back. His breath is hot and heavy as he buries his face into your neck.

Luka's cum would be, quite literally, overflowing out of you and spilling onto the bed, but that doesn’t stop him. The animal inside of him demands that he keeps going until he physically collapses.

Also, it doesn’t matter if you feel all hot, sweaty, and disgusting– Luka downright refuses to let you take a shower. However, he will let you lay in bed as he takes a wet rag and wipes you down. His one rule is that you’re absolutely not allowed to clean up his cum. If you wash it out, then that means you’re lowering the chances of getting pregnant...! Right?

Afterwards, if you still cry at the thought of getting pregnant, he’ll kiss away your tears while reassuring you that everything will be okay– and that there’s nothing to worry about! Bearing his children can’t be that bad… If anything, it’ll be a wonderful experience! Don’t you worry your pretty little head, he’ll spoil you rotten for the next 9 months. ~

…But when tomorrow rolls around, if his mind isn’t mush anymore, the delayed post-nut regret will hit him like a speeding train. He’d consider giving you a morning-after pill, but… Honestly? Even when he’s not insanely horny, the idea of starting a family with you sounds nice. So, he wouldn’t give you it unless you genuinely begged him to.

[moonlight-records]

IOU | OP81

pairing: ghostface!oscar x ghostface!reader

summary: reader & oscar are best friends but reader would love to get a shot with ghostface. what they don’t know is that their chances are closer than they think…

warnings: [DARK THEMES USED & SMUT] slightly descriptive murder, mention of stalking stalking, mention of blood, breath play, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, dom!oscar, sub!reader, degradation, hair pulling (if you squint??), face fucking, deep throating

a/n: once again, dark themes used! please read the warnings above!!! i answered a asked on my main here and decided to make a oneshot of it (yes i quote J's ask cause it was too good). tbh didn't even plan for a plot but here we are! I know my answer and this are vastly different...i don't wanna talk about it. also ghostface!oscar series belongs to @piastrification so homie this one is for YOU!! Also happy belated Valentines day omg. Hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

word count: 4.5K

This week has started out to be one of the worst weeks you’ve had in a very long time. Monday started off with your car breaking down on the way to campus and you completely missed your first class. When you got to campus an irritated Oscar was waiting asking why the hell you didn’t call him. “Even though I was in class, I would’ve left and gotten you,” he told you. You weren’t in the mood to argue so you just apologized and told him you’d call him next time which seemed to ease his irritation slightly. Seemed he also had a pretty shitty Monday.

Tuesday brought your shitty manager everyone hates at your job to end a relatively quiet day. It was the typical bullshit but still didn’t mean you had to enjoy it. You spent the whole drive home on the phone with Oscar screaming your head off about all the things your manager had done. The micro-managing of your work, the snarky remarks, the extra work so he can just fuck off in the back, god you could not stand this manager at all. Oscar listened like he always did. “You don’t deserve that,” you could hear the frown in his voice, “honestly he shouldn’t even be a manager. I could take care of him for you.” You laughed. You thanked Oscar for the offer but you had already decided that your manager would be your next victim. It would be tricky considering everyone in the store knew how much you two despised each other but it would get done.

You ended up with a stomach bug on Wednesday. You woke up around four in the morning with a jump and just made it to the bathroom before you got sick. You stayed in there for a good hour before there was nothing left in your system and you dragged yourself back to bed. You somehow coherently managed to message your professors you’d be missing class due to illness and texted Oscar that you’d be out sick today before promptly falling asleep. You woke to a knock on your front door and dragged yourself out of bed. You made a face seeing Oscar standing outside with a bag. “What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking care of you. Can I come in?”

“What if you catch it? What about classes?”

You watch Oscar simply pull a KN95 mask out of his pocket. You narrowed your eyes as he slipped it on. You didn’t need to see his face to see the cheeky smile he was giving. His eyes twinkled slightly with humor as he gently turned you around and guided you back inside your place as he listed the things he brought over and how he can afford missing one day to make sure you eat and rest, a habit you tend to struggle with. He really was a good best friend.

Thursday is really when you hit your limit. Arriving on campus you and Oscar head to class though neither of you really paid attention. You two spent most of the time texting each other even though you guys were sitting right next to each other. When class ended the two of you headed to the closest campus cafeteria before parting ways. You got on the line to grab the food while Oscar secured you two seats since it was roughly lunch time and everyone would be out and about.

Carrying the two to-go containers after paying you make your way to the back left corner. It’s usually where you and Oscar sat and enjoyed just people watching and gossiping about other students but you slowed your walking. Oscar was looking up at someone. Fucking Brittany. One of the sororities girls. Sorority president actually. Brittany was in a nice blouse, a skirt, some fucking heeled boots. Her blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun and she was leaning forward slightly while smiling wide at Oscar.

Jealousy hit you like a truck. You grip the to-go containers tighter while standing frozen in your spot watching them. You wanted to march over and tell her to fuck off. Grab your stupid bun and slam her head into the table until she’s bleeding out. Or maybe take the plastic forks that rested on top of the to-go containers and gauge her eyes out for having the audacity to even look at Oscar. Alas, you refrained from it all. Instead you just tilted your chin up and made your way over with a tight smile. “I’m back!” You announce to Oscar. The both turn to face you and Oscar visibly relaxes slightly but Brittany is giving you a once over clearly unimpressed. You turn and blink, feigning surprise. “Oh! Brittany. Hi,” you keep your tone light and friendly, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, I was just talking to Oscar,” Brittany smiles, “we’re partners for our history project.” You could give two shits less what it was as you spy Brittany’s hand moving to Oscar’s upper arm and resting there with ease. Something so subtle but could come off as flirty and you wanted to cut her hand off. How dare she think she can touch Oscar like that? “…and wanted to see if he wanted to come to the frat party Saturday night,” she concludes.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet of you. Can he bring a plus one?” You ask putting the containers down, sliding one over to Oscar.

“If he wants…” Brittany glances at Oscar with a smile then back at you, “but we need to know to make sure they’re on the list. Even then…it depends on the mood if everyone gets in.”

“Then it seems kinda stupid for a list, don’t you think so?” Oscar asks finally. Brittany laughs. It wasn’t even that funny. You realize now that she’s flirting with Oscar. Well. This just won’t do. Not like you care anyway. Oscar is your best friend. Sure you love him but it’s platonic -or so you tell yourself- so it shouldn’t bother you but it does. It does bother you because Brittany was the queen heartbreaker. She used guys until she got bored. Until they got attached and couldn’t offer anything else after giving her everything. You were not about to have Oscar be a pawn in her fucking game. You had missed the remark Brittany gave as you sat down, your heart pounding in your ears.

“…let me know!” Brittany calls out as she’s already walking away.

“Ugh. As if,” Oscar murmurs and turns his attention to you. “Hey,” he starts softly. Bring your gaze to him and you blink, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage a smile, “I’m fine. Did you see the shoes she was wearing?” You ask to divert the subject as now you might have something fun to do this weekend.

* * *

Personally, you never understood the hype of sororities and managed to curb every single one who tried to recruit you. It was just a bunch of girls with money and tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a cult but it most certainly was if you got in. Moving into the house, what they expected you to wear, how to act in public, who can and cannot date, for fuck sakes they monitored your social media post and if they didn’t approve of something you posted they would either make you take it down or probably kick you out. You much preferred your freedom over dealing with that bullshit.

Luck had shined down on you when you heard some of the girls mention Brittany couldn’t go to the bar tonight because she was under the weather and just ‘had to get better for tomorrow in case her special guest came’. It was a miracle that you didn’t march over here and slaughter Brittany right then and there but you bide your time. You had to be careful.

Now, slipping the mask on, you give it a five minutes after everyone else leaves before slipping through the back door. Standing quietly, you listen to the water running and slowly making your way through the house. Climbing the stairs you follow the noise until you’re outside the bathroom. You hear Brittany singing and you silently open the door. Steam hits your face and it takes everything not to cough from the sudden heat. Stepping in you watch Brittany’s silhouette run her fingers through her hair. Gripping the hilt of your knife, you inch forward. When Brittany turns you stab the knife through the shower curtain and straight in her heart. Twisting, you step forward until Brittany is pinned against the wall as she weakly has a hold of your wrist trying to pull the knife out her screams being drowned out by the shower and her choking on her own blood. You pull out before stabbing again to ensure that there was no chance she would be able to survive. When her attempts falter, you pull the knife out. Cleaning the knife off, you slip out of the house the way you came smirking knowing the rest of them wouldn’t have hot water for a long time.

Carefully you pack everything into your backpack you left in the woods by the house before securely zipping it. Slinging a strap over your shoulder, you start to head back to your apartment. You emerge from the treeline right into an alleyway and into town which is bustling with college kids. Perks of living in a college town. You just turn left and make your way back to your apartment which is a bit further uptown and you notice as the people start to thin out.

You feel eyes burning into the back of your skull. Turning your head over your shoulder, you stop. At the end of the block you see a figure in all black and an identical mask standing there. Normal people would do anything but stare. Call out to the figure, turn away and walk, call the police, something except just stand there silently and face off with this killer. Copycat killer that is. You suppose you’d have fans, sick and twisted probably, but you didn’t expect you’d end up creating a copycat killer. Not that you minded, actually the gesture touched you actually. People had been too stupid to realize it was a copycat but not you.

After all, their first kill happened to be one of your best friends you recently dropped.

You can’t even remember why but you arrived to apologize and found her body on the floor, throat cut. It was a bit messy. The cut wasn’t as clean as you would’ve expected and there was blood everywhere. Even on the poor bitch’s hands. Then you realize that there’s a few stab wounds. Seemed she put up a fight before whoever did it got the kill. Then someone clears their throat and you raise your gaze.

There you saw him.

An identical ghostface mask, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Personally you preferred boots but to each their own. As much as some little sane part in your head told you to stop judging this person’s choice in shoes and run, you stood there staring because god he was so *distracting*. Honestly, the tight fit long sleeve should be illegal for killers to wear. It clung to him defining each curve of his muscle and you couldn’t help but get turned on because well–they’re a well fit masked killer.

“Did you do this?”

The killer nodded. Silence fell upon the two of you before you finally asked, “why?”

“...Why?” The voice asked. A shiver ran down your spine hearing the low murmur. A voice modulator just like you. Smart and well fit? Shit, “that’s all you can ask? Why? Aren’t you supposed to be running and screaming?”

“Well I find that a bit stupid,” you retort, “you’re right here. Masked or not, you're taller. You have length compared to my short legs. I might have you in agility and you’re a bit messy with your killing. Shaky in the hands.” You tilt your head to the masked figure with a small smirk. You watch the figure tighten his grip on the hilt of the knife before he’s in front of you in about four steps. You gasp as your head is yanked back by your hair, knife against your throat.

“Are you asking to be killed right now?”

“I mean you gonna fuck me before you kill me?”

Ghostface reels their head back slightly. Stupidly, they loosen their grip from the shock. Taking your chance, you grab the first with the knife and twist it away from you. They shout out in pain as you get your hair free and release their wrist before kicking the figure harshly in the stomach. You step on the figure’s chest a bit harshly. Smirking down at him, “expect the unexpected sweetheart. But you never answered me. Why?”

You can hear something faintly. You cannot believe this guy is mumbling. Leaning down slightly, you turn your ear, “I can’t hear you,” you tease.

“I did it for you.”

Now you’re stunned. You lean back slightly, hand over your heart. You don’t dare move though. You expect it to be some sick joke but the laughter never came. You bite your bottom lip having half the mind to suck him off right then and there. You stay strong though. Instead, you move to stand over the figure and bend down and hook a finger under his mask. His hand flies to your wrist and you laugh.

“I’m not gonna take your mask off,” you explain, “Trust me. Right now I am getting extremely horny and I don’t think I can handle you being ugly under the mask. Would just completely kill the mood.” You laugh hearing the figure let out an offended noise, “but aren’t you sweet,” you tilt your finger up and the figure follows, lifting his chin, “don’t be a stranger, yeah? Now, you should get off so I can feign the heartbroken emotional ex- best friend.”

Ghostface is in front of you now. He’s got your chin between his thumb and finger staring down at you and you blink as you come out of your memory. He’s close and you can hear his soft breathing which forces your own breath to hitch. You curl and uncurl your fingers and you hear a small huff behind the mask accompanied by a smirk you assume. “My,” he murmurs softly, “what do we have here. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night like this little one. You never know what lurks in the dark.”

You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. Pressing your thighs together you try so hard to stop the heat that’s starting to spread through your body. You should not be getting this turned on but how could you not? You had a copycat killer who kept killing people that you had issues with somehow and someway. “I–” You start, biting your bottom lip trying to find the words but you’re cut off with a chuckle.

“You’re so worked up for me. I can see it in the clench of your legs, the flush on your cheeks, the way your pupils dilate and the way you bite your lip for me. You don’t even know who I am. I could be a total stranger, who followed you home one night and just never stopped, but I could also be your best friend, that you’ve known for years, who you think you know like the back of your hand. You don’t even know. But I know one thing for certain though- I’m sure your panties, if you’re even fucking wearing any, are already soaked.”

You hate the fact he’s right. Your breathing slightly heavy as your eyes widen as you listen. Shifting, you clench your thighs even tighter as one of your hands slips between your thighs slightly. You can’t see his eyes but you can feel his stare bruning into yours and you actually look away. This hasn’t happened before.

“Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes snap back and your mouth hangs open slightly. You can feel how wet you are every time you shift and by god do you need something here. “What do you want, love?”

“I would very much like to take you up on that offer and suck you off,” you nod your head in the direction of the alleyway.

“Excited, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been at this for months of fucking course I’m excited.”

He grips your jaw tightly, “I’d watch that tone if I were you. I can happily just walk away and leave you here alone.” Your eyes travel downwards and spy his half hard bulge against his jeans and then back up, “I can handle myself and sleep much more satisfied than you probably would with your fingers,” leaning close to your ear, “but I’d be a fool to leave you so desperate without giving you a taste.” Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head but he lets go of your jaw and spins you around, smacking your ass. You startled with a yelp before quickly scurrying to the alleyway.

Any sane person, seeing the alleyway lead to the woods, probably would have taken the chance to run but not you. You were so desperate to finally fuck this copy cat that you spun around as he rounded the corner. You gasped as your back slams against the brick wall feeling pain through your shoulder for only a brief moment as your hands fly to Ghostface’s wrist as he holds you there by your throat. Oddly enough your calm even though he could easily choke you as your breathing becomes a bit more jaded. Lifting his mask slightly you stare at the slightly chapped but pink lips as you drop your bag. They look so familiar, why?

You can’t really think longer on it as he moves his hand up to your jaw tightly and his lips are on your neck as you gasp for air. He wedges his knee between your legs and immediately you roll your hips whining loudly. You let your eyes drift close as the figure litters your neck in kisses along with marks. You let the figure tilt your head so he can litter the otherside in matching marks. Your nails dig into his wrist earning a hiss against your neck. When he pulls back your eyes stare at his lips and you’re so tempted for a taste. You find yourself starting to lean in before he’s pushing you onto your knees. Blinking, you're now eye level with his obvious bulge and glance up at him fixing his mask.

Dropping your gaze, your hands get straight to work. Undoing his jeans you pull the zipper down before pulling his pants down just enough. You hold your breath seeing the outline of his cock because oh it looks so much bigger than you’ve had which…was very few. There was only one way to really find the truth. You let your fingers dance across the waistband of his boxers before you tug, cock basically popping free. You lean back with wide eyes because it is bigger than you’ve had. It’s actually the biggest you’ve ever had. The length was maybe just an inch or two over average which was impressive enough but it was the girth that really made your mouth water and the precum leaking out just makes you drool.

Gently wrapping a hand around his cock, the figure’s breath hitches as he bucks his hip. You give a few experimental tugs not really for a reaction but more so to get a feel of him in your hand. Big. Girthy. Heavy. God, how pent up was he? You feel fingers through your head as you continue to cautiously jerk him off before licking the tip. The reaction pulled out of the figure was a low satisfied groan and it encourages you to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before sucking, alternating between the two before you finally you’re ready.

If you had known how big he was you would’ve been a bit more…prepared. You weren’t naive enough to think you could take all of him down your throat. God no. Maybe with some training and patience later if the figure would let you but you didn’t have either of those things or really time on your side. Still, you had to make sure to keep the figures interested in you- even if he’s killed for you already. Better safe than sorry, right?

Hollowing your cheeks out and flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock, you start to suck him off. Bobbing your head you can’t help but feel a bit of a rush go to your head as the figure above lets out another loud ground. You glance up to see the figure’s neck as his head is tilted back. You're absolutely drenched watching him and find yourself slipping a hand into your own pants and moan around him as you rub your clit. That catches his attention as his head snaps down to look at you.

“Naughty girl. You’re so turned on from sucking me off that you have to touch yourself?” It earns a strangled whine, “such a pathetic slut.”

You can’t help but moan at that. “Wow. You are so fucking pathetic it’s adorable.” The figure coos and grips your hair to stop you. Shifting, he puts one foot in front of you and smirks, “here why don’t you just hump my leg while you’re at it.” He taunts.

Funny enough you’ll take him up on that. The moment he frees your head you go back to bobbing your head on his cock humming in delight as you hug his leg, settling on his foot and grind your hips down. If your lips weren’t so occupied at the moment you would smirk at the shocked reaction you pull from the figure but you’re lost in your own world. The stretch of your jaw combined with the already dull ache lulls you into a peaceful trance. You completely ignore the spit that’s starting to wet your chin.

You feel the figure’s other hand gently grab your jaw trapping you in place suddenly. You stared up with doe eyes as the figure fucked your face before you felt him hit the back of your throat. You gagged and your hands flew to his thighs for some stability as he repeated the action. “So fucking good. Taking my cock,” the figure grunts out and tears prick your eyes when he stops moving and you gag because he’s so far down your throat. He pulls off just enough for you to gasp and get some air before he’s back in your mouth and fucking your face again. You’re prepared for it this time as you relax your throat and gag less.

Having lulled yourself into such a peaceful you nearly let your eyes slip close. Sliding your hands down, you wrap your arms around Ghostface’s leg as you continue to fuck yourself against his foot while he fucked your mouth. You ended up tuning everything else out except him and listening to him ramble was going to get you off alone. ‘Such a gorgeous cock drunk whore’, ‘you look so pathetic humping my leg while you let me fuck your mouth it should be illegal’, and ‘you’d look so beautiful being my personal cock drunk slut’. It’s the one you made out between all the groans and moans and curses. You felt his tug at your hair as a warning and you finally opened your eyes.

“Fuck–shit–I’m gonna–” He groaned but doesn’t stop his thrusting. He does the opposite as he picks the pace up. That’s all the encouragement you needed. You find your hips onto his foot even harder and faster as you. You feel the familiar coil in your abdomen and you’re trying so hard to reach it. He snaps his hips forward and forces himself down your throat. Your eyes go wide and you gag, choking on his cock as he spills into your throat. You hit his thighs and try to focus on breathing through your nose but even still the rough face fucking before forced deep throating was enough to send you over the edge. You groan and whine as you continue to hump his foot before he pulls you off his cock and slips his foot out from under you.

Sitting there, you gasp for air as your chest heaves. You look up at Ghostface and lick your lips slowly as you debate if you wanna turn over and let him fuck you right now. He would. For sure…probably and he taste good to. But that would be giving too much. You were the original after all. Finding your footing, you stand up and slide your pants down. There’s a choked sound from Ghostface and you glance over at the figure looking away.

“Seriously?” You raise a brow and giggle, “you just fucked my face but you get all bashful about seeing me in my panties.”

“I–well. I mean. No–” This one sucked at lying. Rolling your eyes, you look away as you take your pants off before sliding your panties off. “What are…” Ghostface’s voice trails off as you stuff your soiled panties into his front jeans pocket. “Consider it an IOU,” you say as you hurriedly put your pants back on. You’re grabbing your bag before the figure gets a chance, “this was fun but I have to run. My friend is coming over for a movie night and he’ll be pissed if I’m not there,” you sigh dreamily at the end of the alleyway, “he’s so caring like that. Anyway, bye!” You say before you’re slinging your back over as you take off. You get home and quickly change into some pajama panties (with new panties) and a sweatshirt before finding yourself settled on the couch while flipping through for a movie.

Hearing keys jingle you look up, you smile at your best friend walking in. You two are so close that he has his own copy. Oscar’s in a baggy grey hoodie with some black jeans on as he takes his shoes off before making his way to the back of the couch. He smiles slightly at you and offers dinner but you decline. As he turns for the kitchen, you spy something hanging out of Oscar’s pocket. It looks like a fabric of some sorts. Watching him in the kitchen, you decide to get some water. Quietly getting off the couch you stand in the doorway. Oscar continues to cook himself dinner and you wait until he’s focused on whatever is in the pan to strike. Passing behind him, your eyes drop down and your breathing stops. Black lacy panties with red roses on them. You look up at Oscar who’s glancing at you over his shoulder. His gaze follows yours and he smirks.

“Can I cash that IOU now, darling?”

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would've could've should've pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: A careless comment from Thor calls into question the stability of your relationship with Loki

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ | mature themes; the slightest bit of steam toward the beginning; angst; Tony and Thor having a very much "bro" type attitude and not in the good way; hinting at Reader's emotional baggage; the slightest mention of human experimentation [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established but private/secret relationship; Reader's baggage will be explained further in part 2

There was something rather peaceful in the routine you and Loki had settled into when either of you came back from a mission. Decompressing the night before the debriefing care of Rogers that you took bets on how long this one would last. And whoever won would get to pick where to get takeout from on your next indoor date night.

Your last mission was particularly stressful, nearly losing a limb from triggering a booby trap while retrieving intel about potential human experimentation from a HYDRA base. The second Nat mentioned that little tidbit in passing while you were unpacking your equipment from the mission, the god left the common area, raiding the pantry for a selection of your favorite snacks, and queueing up one of your comfort movies.

The one about a woman that hit her head and found herself stranded in a romantic comedy only to realize that her best friend, the one that had been in front of her all this time, was her great love all along.

When you got to your apartment, Loki was already there with the movie ready to play on the screen, and he even went the extra step to open and plate the snacks on the coffee table in your living room for easier access. And the cherry on top of it all was that he brought over one of his sweaters for you to change into, something he'd been doing more and more ever since you mentioned how comfortable they were during one of your missions together where you'd shared a suite.

"You know, I'm pretty sure they're watching the same movie outside," you mentioned, speaking around the wafer stick you were munching on. "Nat just texted me that she has Netflix power considering how this mission got us stressed out to hell and back. Wanna just watch it outside with the rest of the guys?"

The god shook his head, pulling you closer to him. "If we join them outside, then I would be unable to do this." He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "And this is my favorite part," he mumbled against your skin before proceeding to give you a series of kisses, increasing with passion in each one.

Suddenly whatever was happening in the movie didn't matter to you anymore, an army of butterflies fluttering near violently at your stomach as he wrapped his arm around you and maneuvered your positions until you were straddling him on the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. He kept his hand on your waist, holding you steady while his other hand buried itself in your hair before he licked into your mouth, letting out a decadent sounding moan when your tongues met.

He moved his hand to your lower back, changing your positions once again so that your back was flat on the couch, and he hovered over you and between your legs. You leaned into his touch, losing yourself in his attentions, until his hand moved upward, cupping your breast. That was when you broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he panted, immediately moving his hand away once he saw the frantic, panicked look in your eyes. "I got carried away--"

"No, sweetie, I'm sorry," you insisted, placing your hands on his shoulders, and pulling yourself up slightly to kiss him, trying to reassure your boyfriend he did nothing wrong. "It's just…I want to be ready, really, I do. And I know it's frustrating for you it's just that…every time we take a step  in that direction something in me starts running and cowering in a corner, it's not fair to you that--"

"Please don't apologize, darling, you have nothing to be sorry for." He righted your positions on the couch, delicately stroking your hair and giving you a soft peck on your lips before he stood, offering you his hand. "I think we could both benefit from cooling off a bit. Would you like to join the others outside?"

Despite having offered it yourself just a few minutes earlier, your stomach dropped when the tables had turned, knowing that you'd put a stop to something that could have turned out completely mind-blowing and possibly even life changing. Only thing was, when you reached the peak of a relationship, that was it.

The only way forward was down.

"You go ahead," you told him, walking toward your bedroom. "I'll just change into my sweats first…so no one asks questions."

By some miracle, no one on the team had caught on yet that you two had started seeing each other and had been in a relationship for the better part of the year. And neither of you seemed to be itching to burst your little bubble of privacy quite yet, knowing that the second the team knew, Wanda and Nat would be down your throat with questions practically begging for every detail. And Thor would be doing much of the same for his brother.

At least that was the story you tried to tell yourself. It was better than what that little voice in your head tried to scream at you every time he didn't take the seat next to you. Or when he'd drop your hand and take a few steps back the second he heard someone rounding the corner.

Loki gave you a strained smile, starting to walk toward your front door. "I'll see you outside then." Before you could reach your bedroom, he called out to you. "I love you, little mortal."

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, looking back at him with a contrived smile of your own. "I love you, too, Mischief."

A good few minutes passed before you exited your apartment, the movie paused on the TV and a rather lively discussion being had among your teammates. Something about Barnes' new girlfriend.

"Oh good you're here, jellybean, welcome to the circus," Tony greeted you, jutting his chin toward the empty seat next to Wanda. "Need your input on something."

Instead of taking the seat, you walked over to the bar to pour yourself a glass of wine. You had a feeling you were gonna need it. On your way there, you spotted Loki seated near his brother, giving you a minuscule smile and a tiny wave of his hand.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," you called out.

"Stark's trying to tell me the woman I'm seeing isn't all that interested in me because she doesn't want to spend the night," Bucky started. "Said she's just with me for the aesthetic of dating me, whatever backwards 21st Century nonsense that is. I'm trying to tell the rest of these horn dogs that maybe she's just not ready yet. Good things take time. Flowers need to blossom--"

"Sarge, don't ever say that line again, it's so cheesy you'll attract rats in here," you shot back, pointing your finger at the soldier before turning toward Stark. "That said though…I'm with Bucky on this one, Stark. Maybe she's just not ready yet I mean…not everyone's ready to drop trou and put out so easily, you know. How long have you been dating this girl anyways?" You turned back to Bucky as you asked the question.

"Three weeks? Give or take?"

"Dammit Stark, it's only been three weeks, give our boy some time." You made a show of facepalming before you picked up your glass, plopping down next to Wanda who immediately rested her head on your shoulder.

"They've been at this for the last ten minutes," she groaned. "Wake me when they put the movie back on." Meanwhile, you clocked Nat next to her, not so subtly massaging her temples in an attempt to calm herself down. You shared the feeling; this was such a common sense discussion it shouldn't have lasted thirty seconds.

"Well then perhaps you could provide some insight for another situation, Lady Y/N," Thor boomed from across the floor, swatting his brother's hand away when he tried to get the blond Asgardian to stop.

"Brother you really need not--"

"Nonsense. Lady Y/N seems knowledgeable on how timetables and relations between mortals work, perhaps she'll finally give the perspective I have been seeking."

Your boyfriend shot you a look, as if he was already embarrassed by what his brother was about to say, piquing your curiosity even more. "I'm all ears, Thunder. Ask away."

"My brother has been seeing a mortal woman for the better part of the last Midgardian year. My best estimate…eight moons," he began, your stomach once again dropping at the realization that he was about to ask your insight about…yourself. You gave him a motion to go on, placing your glass on the table to hide the way your hand had begun to shake. "And while it has been as you here on Midgard would say 'like pulling teeth' trying to get him to divulge any detail about her, something I have surmised is that she also seems unwilling to spend the night with him. Yet he claims they love each other."

"Yikes, tough break, Reindeer Games!" Tony winced. "My two cents? You're not just on the same boat with Barnes over here, you're the goddamn captain of the ship. Go on, jellybean, tell him."

"I-I…" you stuttered, your heart thundering in your chest from unwittingly having been placed on the proverbial hot seat. "Maybe she just…wants to be sure, you know? I mean…I don't know how y'all do it in Asgard but here, with some people, being intimate is…something m-more than physical."

You could see from where you sat that the raven-haired god's fingers were twitching, his leg bouncing as if he wanted to stand up and leave the room. You pretty much wanted out of this, too.

Thor waved off your explanation. "I completely disagree. That amount of time passed, I believe one should be sure lest she be wasting both of their time. Brother, much as I can tell you love this mortal, it is my expert opinion, which I believe will be backed by the men in this room, that your mortal woman does not love you. This is, as our genius friend Stark has stated earlier, all for the optics of having you at her arm."

It was getting impossible to breathe. How dare he say that about you right in your face like this? Thinking he knew everything there was to know about your relationship just because he was in one of his own?

"You know not the first thing about her, Brother," Loki hissed, speaking through his teeth as if he was readying himself to strike.

"I know enough," the blond Asgardian shot back dismissively. "You know I think the world of you, Brother, and after everything you've endured, you deserve every bit of happiness this universe will grant you." He clapped his hand on Loki's shoulder. "If this mortal shares not this sentiment, then perhaps your time is better spent elsewhere."

"He's right, Mischief," you choked out, your voice so small you were surprised it even traveled that far that it had everyone looking to you. "Maybe you are wasting your time with this one…you know, if she's making you wait so long." You stood up abruptly, making Wanda groan in protest when she nearly fell over to the spot you'd just vacated.

In what was probably your most poorly miscalculated decision for the night, you downed your wine in a single gulp, starting to walk back to your apartment.

"Hey where you going, jellybean, you just got here," Tony hollered from his seat. "Come on, I know talking about Frosty the Snowman's nonexistent sex life was a drag, how about we all drop it for now, I'll order some tacos and we can go back to grilling Manchie here."

"Or we could lay off either of us and grill someone else for a change?" Bucky groaned, throwing his human arm over his eyes as he turned his face to the ceiling.

"You know what, you are so right, let's talk about the big guy who has a lot to say about being the resident relationship expert." Stark turned to face Thor. "How is Lady Thunder lately? And how are you with the whole your old hammer chooses her over you thing?"

The conversation faded into a dulled roar in your ears as the wine begun to take what fleeting effect it would have on you, your pulse faintly thumping in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment.

You hadn't even been back two minutes before your door swung open again, the God of Mischief standing at your entryway looking a mix of concerned and distraught. "Darling, I completely apologize for my oaf of a brother, I had no idea he would--"

"It's okay, Loki," you cut him off, throwing your hands up as if to push away the conversation. "Maybe he's on to something, I mean you should be with someone who doesn't take forever and a day to be ready for something like this, maybe we should--"

In an instant, he stood inches away from you, placing his hands on your shoulders in a gentle but firm grasp. "Don't say another word, my love, please." He rubbed his hands up and down your arms in a soothing gesture; whether it was to soothe you or him was beyond you.

"You want more, I get that," you pressed on. "And I can't give that to you--"

"You are all that I want, precious mortal." He leaned in, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips before wrapping his arms around you. "I am already more than content that you've even granted me the honor to know who you are outside of our duties. This is all I need, to be able to love you as I have these past moons."

Tears began to fall from your eyes as your words weighed heavy on your tongue. "I'm sure there's someone out there more than willing to give you what I can't, it's selfish of me to keep you--"

"Stop, little mortal, I beg of you," he pleaded, repeatedly pressing his lips to your forehead. "Don't rid yourself of me like this. I don't care if there's someone else out there, they aren't you." He sat you both down back on the couch, cradling you against his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions. "Please just try to put what my oaf of a brother said out of your mind. His opinion is entirely his own and it is one I do not share."

Your next question blurted out without much resistance. "Loki what if I never become ready? What if you really are wasting your time with me, you shouldn't--"

"Any time I spend with you, regardless of how it is spent, is never a waste," he whispered, stroking your face as he held your gaze. "If ever you decide to share that part of yourself with me, it will be an honor that I will cherish for the rest of my days, but I will never be the one to place pressure on you to move yourself at a pace you're uncomfortable with."

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, prompting him to press a kiss to your temple when you sniffled from the tears you were trying and failing to hold back. "I do love you," you mumbled against him. "You know that, right?"

"Of course I do, my darling mortal." He pressed his cheek against yours, taking deep breaths to calm himself after the scare your words from earlier gave him. He wanted to punch his brother clean across the jaw for jeopardizing his happiness with his careless words, and the stabbing pain it put him through seeing how deeply that opinion had cut you.

He started moving toward your bedroom, carrying you in his arms bridal style. Mostly in refusal to let you go even for a fraction of a moment.

"What're you doing?" you mumbled, making a motion to move out of his arms.

"We're going to bed, darling. Just to sleep, nothing more, I swear."

"Hmph…" you shook your head, the motion making the tip of your nose nuzzle his neck in a slight tickling sensation. "Maybe…maybe you should stay at your place tonight." Your voice was so small, so unsure of what you'd just said. The god stopped in his tracks, his body going rigid and making you immediately regret your words.

"Do you want me to leave, dear heart?" he choked out, his heart at war with himself as it protested against him putting you back down on your feet.

"No," you admitted, lifting your head from his shoulder and showing him the tears that had begun to redden your eyes. "I want you to stay, I'll always want you to stay, I just don't…" Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, almost sounding like a hiccup. "I don't want you to be frustrated because of me--"

"I'm not," he reassured you, resting his forehead on yours. "Being with you like this is more than enough for me. I need you to know this, my darling."

He laid you down on your bed before his clothes changed into his own loungewear set with a wash of his green magic, settling under the covers next to you and pulling you into his arms.

"Promise me something, Mischief?"

"Anything."

"If…and when…the time comes that you get tired of waiting? And you want to be with someone else--"

"Little mortal, not another word." He tightened his hold on you, as if he couldn't hold you close enough. "Please, my love, let's just retire for the night."

"Just let me get this out," you insisted. "Let me say my piece and I'll never mention it again. Okay?"

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Okay."

"If you want to be with someone else, just promise you'll tell me and leave me first? I don't wanna find out waking up one morning and seeing someone else with her arms around you and just waving it around for everyone to see." Your voice dwindled and wavered into barely a whisper, your arm tightening around his midsection, a part of you already refusing to give him up even if the day were to come.

"That will never happen," he told you. "Why would I ever wish to leave you?"

"Just--Just promise me anyway. Please?"

"Look at me, little mortal." He traced along your jaw with his finger, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. The sight of the genuine fear of that precise outcome reflected in your expression knocked nearly all of the air from the god's lungs. "On the remotest chance of that happening, I promise I will never do wrong by you. But I want nothing more than for you rest assured that I will never wish to be with another.

"Perhaps one day you'll believe it. But I will gladly spend my days proving my devotion to you. This…This I will gladly swear to you. On whatever semblance of a soul I have left." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a tender kiss to the same spot. "I love you, my darling Y/N."

You finally settled in his embrace, resting your head on his chest as you began to let your breathing even out. "I love you, too, Loki."

Just the thought of history repeating itself one day had your blood going cold, feeling as if your very bones were shaking from the images your mind conjured of the inevitable day that Loki would leave you. Somewhere deep inside you knew it was ridiculous for you to even think that your boyfriend was anywhere even near capable of putting you through what he had all those years ago.

But that was the thing about fear. Sometimes it was rational, like jumping out of the Quinjet and having a passing scare that your parachute had a hole in it. And other times it was outright absurd. Like now. Thinking that in the morning after you first had sex, the god would have realized there wasn't anything worth spending more time with. That he'd have had his fill of you and now it was time to move on to better prospects.

It didn't help, either, that your overly cautious mind was yelling that the signs were all there. That it could tell you exactly where this was headed because of the dropped hands. The refusal to even sit near each other. The barely there acknowledgement when you were even in the same room together. Everything that had happened before with him…felt like a mirror image of what was happening now. With Loki.

And you didn't have it in you to tell him that his desire for privacy was slowly and quite surely crushing you.

A/N: Starting off another story from the request pile! This is going to have 3 parts, where both parts 1 and 2 will deliver on the more angsty part and part 3 will be the comfort/fluff. I know you asked for "90% angst", Anon, but hopefully 10k words worth of angst will do it…because part 2 is 6.5k words long 😳👀

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[wroteclassicaly]

A/N: I’ve missed this man. I hope you like? Next part will have some saucy little smut. Just trying this out first, also for self-indulgence.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, language, mentions of injuries, self-esteem issues, mentions depression and body image.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size!Reader

Eddie Munson loves his new band of misfit friends, an extended family that has welcomed him and Wayne in with open arms. Hell, he’s even getting along with Harrington, Wheeler is tutoring him, and everyone else just understands. And then, well… Then there is you. He’s never seen someone so in tune with the needs of others without ever considering herself. Someone who purposely pushes herself on the world’s hottest back burner to avoid opening up and letting anyone truly see what’s going on… Behind incredibly beautiful eyes, if Eddie does say so himself.

It’s been over a year since shit unfolded with Vecna. They lost, he died for a little while, the apocalypse reigned down on the town and then he wasn’t dead anymore. Memories are vague, but most things he does remember. And when he wakes up tangled in his bedsheets, scars aching with prickles of phantom pains - you are the only person that he calls. A lot of times he ends up singing you to sleep, but it’s not without you always making sure he’s calmed and okay first.

It was a bond that grew since you began caring for him when he came back with memories. He’s lost track of days spent together, lunches shared, a graduation a long time coming, complete with a party he never expected to have. He isn’t sure when it became a deeper feeling than he’s ever known, one that scared him so damn bad he avoided you for days and began physically ill because of it. If Eddie Munson has to pick one moment, it was probably that day you walked into his Uncle’s living room, (a cookout happening in his yard with Steve and Wayne at the grill outside) your beautiful curves on display, a cherry sundress hitting you in all the right places, and some strappy red sandals adorning your feet. You wore a glowing smile beneath your bright red lipstick, energy matching with Henderson’s as you entertained his enthusiasm for Hellfire’s next campaign.

You didn’t have a clue of what you were talking about, but it didn’t deter you in the slightest. You were passionate about writing, you enjoyed Sci-Fi and fantasy, which meant you had to be the one who helped Dustin create new characters. He knew the game, you had some extra creativity to lend. You’d high fived Dustin, stealing his pen to jot down your scribbled suggestions on his spiral sheet. Eddie was a goner.

And now… Here you are, at his house, on a Friday night. You didn’t have plans, you didn’t make a date - nothing. You did what you normally do and called him up, accepting his invite to hang out all evening. He’d made sure to be off work by a steady time, picking up your favorite bakery cookies at the store on the way home, lingering over flowers that he was sure he should get, but knew it would probably cross a line if he did so. Eddie doesn’t want you to feel spooked, or even anything remotely close to uncomfortable around him.

You’re sitting above him, cross-legged on his bed as he rests with bent knees at the foot, your overalls bagging out at the sides to show your crop top with little lemons and daisies printed all over it, and the most delicious, overflowing curves Edward Munson has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. He’s got a pair of your maroon sweats tied down, extremely loose on his narrow hips, and one of your decorative character shirts with a picture of Eeyore plastered front and center, hanging across his torso. You might not be able to wear his clothes, but he can wear yours, and Eddie would be stupid to say he doesn’t notice your eyes crossing a little whenever he steps into some of your ensembles. You’ve been chattering away at the TV, giving your input on Friday the 13th part 2, whilst being blissfully unaware of sending Eddie to heaven with your pink brush running through his freshly washed curls, your neon yellow painted nails scratching at his scalp. He’s like a mother fucking purring cat in your grasp.

“So, anyways… I can’t figure out if Muffin survived or if that was her in the woods. And did Paul really make it out too, or was Jenny imagining shit?”

Eddie smirks, tilting his head back to look at the curvature of your physique, the contours of your face - upside down (no pun intended). “Haven’t you seen this movie, like, a thousand times before?”

You have a mock look of offense. “Hmph.” He doesn’t like what it brings, because you can tease, but please - for the love of all things unholy - don’t stop brushing his hair.

“Hey, hey. Why’d you quit?” He’s pouting, it’s rather cute. One tattooed arm, decorated with scars - elongates, ring clad hand seeking out your wrist. Anything to get you into motion again.

“You know that you can brush your own hair, Eddie.” You’re melting at those fluttering lashes draped over an enriching, smooth chocolate pair of irises. And his mouth… Fuck.

“But it’s so much better when you do it, sweetheart. Pleaseeeee? Forgive me for questioning your brilliant questions!?”

You make a good show of it, tossing the brush out of your hand, it landing a pile of Eddie’s clothes in an unpacked hamper. They’re clean, but he’d rather wear yours. He gasps, shifting positions so quick that you think Steve must’ve Ninja-fied him. He’s got you by your wrists, the cool of his rings tracking across your arms as they follow warm palms, and dip under your pits to gain leverage - easing you forward into a heap onto the carpeting with him. “Freak attack!” He’s gleeful, tickling your denim clad sides (well, at least where he pretends he can’t see the overspilling flesh more closely now).

He smells good, like that familiar Old Spice wash and whatever shampoo he’s lathered his curls with. He’s hovering, he’s incredibly warm, he’s safe, he’s Eddie. Someone you didn’t know you needed until he appeared and retrieved his piece of your heart, snapping it into the place where all the people you love have their own shards. Hmm, not entirely though. If you could describe it, it’s as if they make up the outside lining, keeping the inside of your heart reserved for a more… Different, private type of love, that only Eddie Munson seems to have found.

“Should spank your ass with that thing for stoppin’,” he starts, interrupting your reverie, moving to shut his mouth when he realizes he crossed a line. Maybe? It’s there, your eyes flicker over his lips, your hidden reaction dancing behind your pretty little temple - he sees, giving him a fraction of hope. He isn’t used to this…

You jolt, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind, “Like that would be a punishment,” you finish, effectively crossing that line for him.

Both of you remain silent, your sweet perfume making him lose focus. What he thinks he should do and what he wants to do, those are two very different battles raging inside.

// Eat me paragraph //

[kevindavidday]

i love that neil considers jean as part of the family he wants to protect. i will elaborate this time because

if you think about it, neil spent book 1 trying his best not to build a connection, book 2 trying to break down the walls ending with confirming from nicky if they were friends, and every second after that deliberately doing whatever was in his goddamn power to keep these people safe and happy. going to edens for andrew, keeping the truth from them, getting the letter back for kevin, reminding kevin that he owes jean a conversation after all that's happened, fixing the twins' relationship, spending time with them even though he knew he would leave. in his mind, what he was doing was selfish because he was going to die soon and they didn't even know it.

he doesn't die, though and he comes back with even MORE fight in him than before. he meets his uncle once and although his mother hadn't wanted him to be involved in one gang after another, he doesn't give a single flying fuck. the hatford's existence is just another resource for him, a way to hurt those who have hurt his family. stuart already killed his father, so what's it matter if there's a few more - protecting him means protecting his family. if the fbi had any clue about the power neil actually holds over the hatford's they would all willingly eat their hats tbh.

so the first thing he does when he sees his uncle again? despite knowing that ichirou is close-by? he tells him to kill proust.

hell, even the moriyama's are nothing to this man if i'm being honest. he isn't afraid of them, he knew the rarity of ichirou's visits which made him wary when he got into the car to talk about bargaining their lives and i truly do believe ichirou moriyama was fucking relieved neil didn't ask for more than that. there is that strange, dead look in his eyes that he's inherited from his father which unnerves the fuck out of everyone who doesn't know him. and when he bargained for his life and kevin's, he remembered jean too.

which is fucking insane. he spent only winter break with jean moreau, ONLY. i know there's extra days at the nest, but i'd kill to know what happened between jean and neil during that time for neil to have such unflinching loyalty towards his 'forever partner'. i want to know their conversations, i want to know what they suffered through together.

and the casual way in which jean dropped the news about grayson to neil, after hiding it away from everyone for so long. he admitted the truth to neil straight up, like of course neil should know, it's neil. jean's mind is still haywired to remember him too even though they were only together for a few weeks!!!

what is it about them?

and then the entire time otw to the diner, neil's plotting again. he's scheming. he's thinking. and he knows what to do. and its asking for local work because fuck anyone who has ever hurt his family. he literally only ever needs a fucking name, bro. 'my first memories are of people dying.' i think we can tell...

wymack saw that leadership potential and made him vice captain. god bless neil only cares about playing exy because if he had even a second more interest in crime he would've floored everyone. i can see it so clearly.

anyway, hope he takes a hit out on tetsuji moriyama next 🙏

[redfoxwritesstuff]

A Misdemeanor Of The Heart, Chapter 7 (Human!Alastor x Married!reader)

Chapter Trigger Warnings: None

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Everything hurt. Not so much that you couldn’t move, but you ached all over with every twitch of your muscles. You took a handful of aspirin and waited for the pain to dull as it always did. There were things that needed to get done and the last thing you wanted to do was tempt Laurence’s temper and not get it done.

It was midday on a weekday. Most of the men were working and many of the women were busy with tending to their children and their homes. You didn’t want to brave the bus, but you wanted to walk even less. Your feet ached from the walking you had done earlier in the week and if you pushed your luck much more, blisters would break out on your feet.

Laurence wouldn’t see that as an excuse for the shopping to fall behind or appearances to be allowed to slip. Better to brave the bus than to make the pain in your feet any worse. A little extra pain now would save you untold amounts of pain in the future. There was really no reason to debate it. 

Luckily, the bus was fairly empty and your gamble had paid off. You could snag a seat and, even better, no one took the seats next to you during the ride. The jostling of the bus over bumps caused little flairs of pain to spike, but it was manageable, for now at least. 

You were used to the abdominal pain that lingered after being kicked while on the ground. It was tiring, but it was easier than when his blows would hit your limbs. There were more of you to absorb the blows when he kicked out at your stomach and far more muscles to compensate. 

Closing your eyes, you ran through your list for the day. Drop off the dress. Grab more coffee from the market, more aspirin from the pharmacy. 

Mesmerizing earthy eyes and a warm smile flittered through your mind, demanding your attention over the mundane tasks of a simple housewife. Mr. Mo-, no- Alastor for you. Alastor had found his way into your thoughts more often than you cared to admit since he had walked out your door. 

You told yourself it was just your lack of real social connections that made your mind latch onto the man. It was easier to blame that and not think about the warmth of his body brushing yours in the kitchen or dwell on the way his warm skin was just a hair darker than was acceptable. 

You could hear his laughter as his banter ran circles around your husband, leaving Laurence with little to do but scramble to keep up in his own home. It wasn’t something you should have enjoyed seeing, but you had. God above damn you to hell, you had enjoyed it so much. 

Alastor was someone you should hate. You should blame your current pain on him. Intentionally or not, his actions had contributed to the beating you were now recovering from. It was his fault Laurence had slapped you so hard your nose had bled, staining washrags that would never really be clean again. If Alastor hadn’t wound up Laurence so much, it wouldn’t have been so bad. 

Resenting him, blaming him, wasn’t something you seemed to be able to make yourself do, no matter how hard you had tried. It was just as much your own fault for not pushing Alastor away, for allowing yourself to call him Alastor as he had requested. 

Being friendly was Alastor’s job. It was probably his persona to have married women falling at his feet. He was charming and handsome. Would he laugh he if knew how he occupied the thoughts of a married woman he’d only met in passing a few times and spent one meal with?

As the bus rumbled to your stop, you shook your head, trying to will the man to leave your head. Dwelling on another man was asking for trouble. You are a married woman. That wasn’t ever going to change. You were faithful and would continue to be. You had vowed till death do you part from Laurence. 

You told yourself you were being nothing more than just a silly woman as you shuffled down the sidewalk and up the stairs to the tailor shop. It took more work than it should have to keep your back up straight and the warm spring weather had your heart pounding in your chest with the effort. 

A car pulled up and parked along the street and you paid it no mind as reached for the door. You didn’t see the sharp brown eyes glance at you through the windshield as you slowly pulled open the heavy door. 

You moved slowly as you crossed the empty shop. Pick up your dress. Drop off last night’s dress. That’s all you had to do. Your heart was beating harder in your chest than it should have been. 

The bell over the door jingled as you stepped up to the counter. The sound was sharp, sharper than you remembered it being. The lights were harsh, too bright when paired with the bright sunlight through the large windows. Ringing. Your ears were ringing nearly as loudly as when Laurence slapped you last night. 

The shopkeeper’s mouth was moving, but you couldn’t make out her words. The counter was cold under your hand as you reached out for it. You couldn’t feel the ground under your feet. 

The shopkeeper reached out for you as you swayed on your feet. It felt like smoke as her fingers grazed your hand. Falling back, you registered that the floor was going to hurt, but you couldn’t catch yourself. 

“Alastor,” the shopkeeper called out, but you couldn’t make sense of it. She wouldn’t be calling for him. It was just your mind. He wasn’t there.“She’s going to go down, catch her.”

Rather than hitting the floor, you remained on your feet, propped up against something warm and firm. Blinking, your mind cleared little by little. 

“Hand me that?” You groaned as the sound of Alastor’s voice filled your ears, mind telling you it was little more than a dream or delusion. “Her nose is bleeding.” 

“I’m okay.” Your words come out thicker, slurred. It felt like you try trying to speak through a mouthful of cotton balls, but the feeling was quickly fading.

“We’ll see about that,” Alastor said, dabbing your nose with the cloth. Pulling it away, he folds to a clean portion and drapes it over your nose, pinching your nostrils together firmly. “Lean forward, I’ve got you.” 

Alastor didn’t give you much of a choice, though. His large hand came to rest on the back of your head and applied enough pressure to force you to lean your head forward, not that it took much in your trembling, weakened state. 

“Breathe through your mouth, darling.” His voice was softer now than it had been while he was in your home. There was a kindness to him now that lulled you along with his directions. You wanted to indulge in that and for a moment, you did.

And then reality came crashing around you., the colors and sounds that had faded into the background slammed back into your mind. Reaching up, you covered his hand over your nose with your own. His hand was much larger than yours, making the task difficult. You tried to ignore the warmth of his skin or how long his fingers were as you ran your hand along his, grasping the fabric over your nose and pinching down just above his fingers. 

“I’m okay,” you said again, voice muffled as you stepped out of his arms. “Thank you.” 

“Let me help you to the chair.” Alastor’s hand on your back was a soft guiding pressure you had to fight to resist. Stepping to the side, you put even more distance between you, letting cold air fill where the warmth of his body had been. 

“Dear, you really should sit down.” The shopkeeper had concern written clearly across her face. 

“It’s just a nosebleed,” you muffled out. “I’m fine.” 

“What happened?” Alastor asked, standing close still but allowing you your distance. If Laurence got wind that you were again close with Alastor, he’d rain hell down upon you. There would be far more than sore abdominal muscles and a bloody nose for you to worry about. 

“I just walked into a pole earlier,” you laughed off your lie. “It must have reopened with the day’s warmth.” 

While you pulled the dress out of the bag to request the mending, you didn’t see the way Alastor’s eyes roamed over you. There were no dirt smudges on your dress, nor were there dried dribbles of blood to speak of a prior nosebleed. The only reason your dress was blood free from this incident was his quick rescue with the handkerchief from the display. 

You were lying to them and he knew it. 

“Susan, be a dear and put that handkerchief on my bill.” Alastor called out, interrupting your continued halfhearted attempts to explain away the bloody nose. 

“No,” you protested, stepping forward and resting a hand on his arm before thinking twice and yanking it back, “I’ve got it. There’s no reason to-”

“Nonsense,” Alastor smiled down at you, “I’m the one who grabbed it.” 

You couldn’t argue. You were too tired for that and really; you needed to get out of the shop before someone saw you and Alastor together. The last thing you needed was someone to mention who was helping you to your husband.

Holding the cloth to your nose, you struggled to lie out the dress and show the shopkeeper, Susan; you had learned her name was, where it the seam was torn. Alastor, once again, was eager to come to your assistance as soon as you showed any signs of a struggle. 

“This is last night’s dress?” He asked, ignoring the way Susan’s eyebrow rose. 

“Another one?” Susan sighed. “I just repaired this same rip. How do you keep doing this to your dresses?” She asked, as if she didn’t know. Whatever Alastor had going on with you that had him knowing what a married woman wore last night wasn’t any of her business, but he’d do well to pick up on a trend of ripped dresses if he was going to get close to a married woman. Susan didn’t feel like mending any more of his clothes, either. 

“I’m just clumsy,” you laughed off your lie, praying they believed it. 

“If you’re so clumsy that you keep ripping the shoulders of your dresses, perhaps I should teach you to mend them yourself,” Alastor laughed at his words as if they were some sort of joke and not an indecent proposal. “All these tailor trips sure must get expensive.”

“Says the man is here more than his own office.” Susan grumbles from behind the counter as she began writing up your ticket. 

“I hardly see how that’s any of your concern.” You tried to avoid looking at the man. “And why would you think it would matter how much I use a tailor’s services?”

Alastor leaned into your space, breath washing over your neck as he spoke softly directly into your ear. “Fist off, your home is only partially wired. I can’t imagine a reason why someone would still have gas lights in their more private spaces if they hadn’t run out of money during the update process.” 

“If you know how to sew so well, Mr. Moreau, why are you having the tailor fix your clothes?” You shoved the ticket into your bag and gave Susan a parting smile, working hard to pretend you hadn’t heard a word said about the state of your home.

The woman only raised her eyebrow higher at the theatrics. Whatever was going on between you and Alastor, it was amusing, at least for her. 

“Just because I can, my dear, doesn’t mean I want to.” Alastor leaned his back against the counter as he watched you close your bag. “And I can afford to have someone else do it.” 

“As can I, Mr. Moreau,” You realized you were stomping when where halfway to the door. For all the aggravation Alastor was causing you, he had distracted you from the ache in your muscles and the bloody nose. 

That realization put the fire out. Your shoulders sagged as you turned to face the two looking at you from the counter. 

“Thank you, Alastor.” You hesitated before continuing, “For the offer and for helping me with this.” You twitched your fist, holding the handkerchief in it in his direction. 

With a deep breath as the door shut behind you, silencing the jingle of the bell. The air outside helped clear your head. Walking toward the bus stop, you dipped the handkerchief corner into a fountain and scrubbed the blood from your face, doing your best to remove any evidence of the incident. Walking through town with blood dried on your face would do nothing but cause talk. 

As you walked, you couldn’t help but think of Alastor and the things he said. Was it really that strange that your house was only partially wired? Was there a reason why Laurence was no longer upgrading appliances and utilities in your home? It used to be something he took pride in. There hadn’t been much changes in the amount of pocket money he had given you each week.

Should you be learning to mend your own clothes? Alastor said he could teach you. What would that be like? Where would he teach you? It wouldn’t be proper for him to come to your home to do so, nor for you to go to his. You couldn’t really be seen out and about with him, Laurence already didn’t like Alastor.

It was a shame, really, that the two men couldn’t manage to get along. You could imagine a world where the two men got on well enough to maintain a friendly business relationship. It would be a world where Laurence wasn’t overly sensitive to Alastor’s barbs and perhaps the barbs came fewer between. It was a world where you could learn to sew from Alastor and indulge in the simple act of sharing space and time with him. 

Maybe you could just sneak away and learn to sew from Alastor anyway, perhaps in a park, well in view of all and with feet between each of you to show the clear platonic and instructional nature of the interactions. Wouldn’t it be a wonderful way to spend the afternoon? There didn’t have to be anything improper about it. You could just spend time learning from him. 

There was no way you could do that. Propriety forbade it. It was nothing but a passing daydream.

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all the small things - g.t.

Garrick Tavis x gn!reader 💌: …would you consider writing something for Garrick that explores some of the little intimate, familiar, or caring details he would do for/with the person he’s in a relationship with? words: 1.1k 🏷: no book spoilers! NSFW at the end, because it’s Garrick and I had to. just some thoughts about Gare being soft and cute (and a little sexy) with his partner. I managed to make this gender neutral. I’m trying a list format this time bc that flows better than a dozen little scraps lol

I feel like Garrick is a quiet partner, that he shows his feelings for you in a lot of little ways that you might not even notice.

He’s just always there.

If you’re studying, he’s studying with you, or working on something else quietly, sharpening his knives, etc.

While you’re chatting with a friend, he’s sitting a foot or two away, slicing a clean dagger through an apple, cutting off a small piece and extending it to you silently.

He is absolutely not afraid to use his stature and his scary reputation to his advantage when it comes to protecting you. 

Some guy made you uncomfortable in the laundry room? Well, now every Thursday night is laundry night for both of you, and he’s gonna stand behind you the whole time, brooding at anyone in the room Xaden-style and making sure they leave you alone.

Your safety is his number one priority.

We all know Dain’s philosophy — I’m going to do everything I can to keep you out of harm’s way

Garrick’s is a bit more nuanced — Harm is going to come to you no matter what, because the world is cruel and we’re literally preparing for war. While I’ll still do everything I can to protect you, I’ll also do everything I can to teach you to protect yourself.

He’s strict about keeping your training routine, giving you extra practice sparring near-daily. He knows when you can handle it and when you can’t. On days when you’re truly exhausted, injured, or at your limit, or something really upset you etc, you’ll spend training time resting — cuddles!

I know this man is an amazing cuddler. All that soft, warm muscle… big hands… strong arms to wrap around you… there’s no escape. Not that you’d ever want to leave lol

… Where were we?

He takes responsibility for your safety (as much as he can in this very dangerous school) while still letting you handle yourself.

That said, he’ll take matters into his own hands for small situations. He will not hesitate to pull you out of the way if people run by and might bump into you, etc. (plus it’s an excuse for him to hug you in the middle of the day lol)

He grabbed you by the back of your shirt once to stop you from hitting the ground when you tripped over your own shoelace — he then proceeded to set you upright and kneel down to tie said shoelace for you. 

Xaden never lets him hear the end of that. (“How come you never tie my shoes for me, Gare?”)

Big acts of service guy.

He’ll fill your water bottle in the morning, and he expects it to be empty at the end of the day or he will make you chug it because hydration is important. He ignores any eye rolls or complaints — you both know that he does this because he loves you.

He makes sure you’re eating, knows your favorite and least favorite foods, and will wordlessly move things on / off of your plate at meals, because you’re sitting directly next to him, of course. You know he wants you close and that’s a way you show love back to him. You also give him your leftovers sometimes. The boy can eat; that's half of how he put on so much muscle.

If you have long hair, he’ll keep one of your hairbands or pins etc in his pocket for whenever the need arises. He likes helping you with your hair, too. He's not the best at braiding or doing other hairstyles, but he’s trying and he’s improving! He also absolutely loves it when you sit in front of him and let him brush your hair / detangle / condition it etc.

He will always take the opportunity to wash your hair. He's super thorough with it and it feels so nice and relaxing.

As Ilya Kaminsky wrote: “Soaping together / is sacred to us / Washing each other’s shoulders. / You can fuck / anyone— but with whom can you sit / in water?”

Garrick. Garrick is whom. he loves showering with you after a long day, washing your back or places you can’t reach, being super gentle with any injuries you have, kissing every bruise and scar.

aaand this is getting nsfw, because it’s Garrick;

Don’t get me wrong though — he loves showering with you for other reasons, too. He loves seeing you naked, obviously, loves gliding soapy hands over your skin, kneading the softest parts of you, massaging gently and getting you all pliant and relaxed for him…

He’ll never pass up an offer to press you against the tiled wall and fuck you until you need to take another shower.

Speaking of fucking… Garrick fucks. 

He took his sweet time with you in the beginning, when your relationship was just starting, because he wanted to make you feel loved and safe with him of course, but also because he was studying.

He’s learned almost everything about your body. He knows what feels good for you, and recognizes all the signs that you’re about to cum — the cute sounds and expressions you make, the way your breathing changes and you grip his hand a little tighter… 

King of praise btw. The boy cannot shut up between the sheets. always telling you how pretty you are, how well you’re taking it, that you deserve to feel so good, just relax and let it out…

But it isn’t all soft and sweet. He's strong, and you’ve put that strength to the test multiple times. He's more than able to pin you down, to keep your legs spread, to hold you in all sorts of positions while he does what he does best.

Being an executive officer comes with a lot of paperwork, and he often gets stuck doing Xaden’s too (they really need to stop using that as a betting chip), but if you sit on his bed all pretty and keep quiet while he works on it, he’ll make it up to you by bending you over the desk when he’s finished.

Remember what I said about keeping you out of danger? There's gonna be consequences if you do something reckless in training or out in the field… That’s all I’ll say on the subject for now 🤭 

I got a little carried away there… Can you tell I’m currently working on three different Garrick smuts? gonna be exploring some of those things in more detail ^^ 👀

all in all, Gare is an amazing boyfriend and he loves you so much 🥺 big strong boy is just so soft for you and only you, and wants to take care of you all the time and make you feel loved and protect you from the cruelty of the world. ❤️

[zerobaselove]

taking care of zb1 ♡

pairing: idol! zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: this idea was so so cute so when i got the request i knew it had to get done :D its a little all over the place but still!

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

leaving a cup of water on his side table and leaving a kiss on his forehead, you look at your boyfriend who has become bedbound with a cold, "anything else i can help with?" you considered yourself pretty brave to be asking that, knowing how much jiwoong liked having you wrapped around his finger and getting taken care of.

"c'mere." he patted the area next to himself on the edge of the bed, and you hesitantly sat down, curious of the next words to leave his mouth. "entertain me!" he smiled shamelessly, and you couldn't even blame that on him being sick. "jiwoong," you sighed, readjusting to face him better, "if you want to kick this cold, you need to rest. you don't need to be chatting with me."

he huffed, "what if i want to just stay here with you forever." the thought behind it was cute, it made you blush, and you couldn't help but cave a little bit. "okay," another playful sigh escaped your lips, "how about i tell you about my day and you try and sleep, and then we both get what we want." judging by the reaction on his face, he seemed quite content with your answer, almost too content. "jiwoong, you have to promise you'll try and rest."

crossing his fingers right in front of you, he held back a laugh, "i promise." getting a hit on his arm from you in return. "hey!" he joked, letting out a cough, "you can't hit me, i'm sick!"

zhang hao ;

"how did you know i was sick?" hao questioned when you showed up at the dorm. "zhang hao, you nearly coughed up a lung on the phone with me earlier," you shook your head, coming to sit beside him on the bed, "plus, yujin texted me and said he was worried you were gonna pop your eyes out with how much you were sneezing," a laugh escaped your lips, "i didn't know how to tell him that wasn't gonna happen."

now it was hao's turn to shake his head, "well you guys have nothing to worry about, i'll get over it." he paused for a moment as another sneeze ripped it's way through his chest, followed by a series of coughs. "i'm locked away in here to not get anyone else sick, so you shouldn't be here either." what he didn't know was you had a couple tricks up your sleeve, namely dayquil and lots of water. "you're always making sure i'm okay, so now it's my turn to take care of you."

"what if i get you sick?" hao let his worries push past his lips, and it was cute that he cared about you enough. "then you will just get to take care of me, and we will be even." you beamed, causing him to smile at your positive outlook on what most would consider an annoying situation. "you really don't have to," he trailed off, his voice getting quiet as he tried to suppress another cough.

"nonsense!" you smiled, pulling the dayquil out of your bag and setting a couple in his hand, "i want to, now i'm going to get you some water so don't go anywhere." he couldn't help but enjoy this side of you, it was cute, "i'll be here"

hanbin ;

"he just won't sit down, we thought you could get through to him better." matthew and jiwoong smiled at you, a look of worry for their friend, and your boyfriend, hanbin plastered across their faces. you made your way to hanbin's room, entering the room to see him wincing as he tried to put his shoes on. "where do you think you're going?" a playful manner laced in your tone, but still a genuine question. "oh, hi love, we have practice today." you only shook your head in return, crouching down to take off the one shoe he managed to get on.

"they have practice today, you have a sprained ankle, so you've earned yourself a day with me." as much as he didn't want to miss practice and risk falling behind, the idea of spending time with you sounded amazing. the long practice hours on top of the extra time he spent in the studio pushing himself past his limits had meant you didn't get to see each other much, so who was he to deny the opportunity. "you're very convincing y/n." he smiled at you, shifting himself back on his bed and motioning for you to come up next to him.

gladly accepting the offer, you shuffled next to him and leaned into his side,"i have my moments, but i also think you might be a little biased." a laugh left the both of you, "maybe a little bit." he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his own flushing at the action, "but you just have a very good case."

you got up for a moment, earning a pout from the boy before he realized you were coming right back, this time with his laptop in hand. "movie day?" his eyes lit up at the suggestion, "i'd love to."

matthew ;

[matthew] everyone's been working so hard that we got an extra day off :D do you wanna come over?

you smiled at the message, excited at any time to spend with your boyfriend, but you couldn't help but worry about how hard they'd been working themselves. you had seen all the late nights matthew was pulling at the dance studio to make sure he had the choreo down and you had seen the way it was weighing on him, so you were just glad he could have a day to rest; so you shot back a text saying you'd be there in 20. and that's how you ended up at their dorm once again.

"matthew-" you dragged out, walking into his room after ricky let you in a moment prior. a smile immediately spread across his face, "y/n-" he mirrored, getting out of bed to hug you, "what do you wanna do?" he asked, thinking maybe you wanted to go out. "i was thinking we could just stay in? i know you're exhausted matthew, you can't hide it behind a pretty smile." the pretty smile in question had turned into a sheepish smile, knowing he had been caught despite saying he wasn't overworking himself.

he sighed, "i promise i'm okay, but that sounds nice." you smiled, knowing you had won this battle and sat down on his bed, dragging him by the hand to sit with you and letting his head lean on you as you carded your fingers through his hair. "you need to take care of yourself matthew," he only hummed in agreement as he melted into your touch, earning a lighthearted sigh from you before speaking up, "but it's so much nicer being taken care of by you."

taerae ;

"i'm not a baby," taerae huffed, shuttering at the cold cloth being placed on his forehead, "it's just a bad headache i'm fine." despite his standoffish reaction, you could tell by the way he smiled when he thought you weren't looking that deep down, he loved being babied like this. "like it or not, i'm gonna help you as much as i can," you said in a hushed voice, attempting to not make his head hurt any worse.

leaving his side for a moment to shut the blinds, you caught a pout out of the corner of your eye, simply smiling at your boyfriend and his antics before returning to his side and sliding in next to him, "now try and get some rest." taerae shut his eyes for a moment, "you know you don't have to stay here with me." he breathed out, trying to stop a smile from spreading across his face at the idea of getting to just lay around with you. deciding to toy with him a bit, you went to stand up, "i can just go hang out with matthew-" before you could get your sentence out, his hand was grabbing onto yours.

"please stay," he attempted to drag you back to bed with him. "i thought you didn't need me to stay here," you questioned, a playful tone in your voice, knowing you were breaking his exterior down. "doesn't mean i don't want you here." if it wasn't so dark you'd be able to see the heat radiating off of his cheeks, but you had a feeling it was there anyways. "i see," you hummed, sliding in next to him yet again with a wide smile plastered on your face, "then i guess i can stay."

ricky ;

"ricky, you're running a fever, please sit down," you tried to reason with him but it was no use, the stubborn boy insisted he would just "power through it." but with the way he was wobbling from dizziness, you knew you weren't letting him go anywhere today. all it took was him attempting to put on his jacket with a little too much force for him to realize that maybe he wasn't okay.

"you know," he mumbled, "maybe i'll sit down, just for a minute." you only shook your head before grabbing him by the arm and leading him to his bed, lightly pushing him down and making sure his head hit the pillow. "feel better already?" you questioned, already knowing the answer, and that he'd be too stubborn to admit to it, but the small smile accompanied by a nod was enough for you.

"i'll be right back," you turned to head to the kitchen, hoping zhang hao would know where the ibuprofen was. "where are you going," his voice was quiet, almost as if he was worried you were just going to leave him there. "just gonna go get something for that fever and some water, you never drink enough water." you joked, successfully making ricky laugh in the process, getting another head nod before leaving.

by the time you returned from the goose chase zhang hao sent you on to finding ibuprofen, ricky had dozed off; he looked cute like that, you thought to yourself. opting to leave the medicine on his side table, you planted a kiss on his burning forehead, "get some rest," you whispered, despite knowing he can't hear you. at least you'd be there when he woke up.

gyuvin ;

"gyuvin, i love you," you sighed, "but what use am i to you if i'm also sick." the boy was convinced that you needed to be attached at all times, even when he was sick. you were happy to take care of him, really, but being sick was not your idea of a fun time. "we could be sick together!" he beamed, as if that was a genius idea that you hadn't considered.

you playfully put your hands on your hips, "is me taking care of you not enough?" he quickly shook his head, appreciating how much you had been taking care of him throughout the day, "not at all," he trailed off, "but i'm lonely and we both have nothing better do to, so why aren't you cuddling with me right now?" as much as you wanted to deny it, it did sound nice.

you huffed before muttering a "scoot over," causing gyuvin's smile to widen, "so you do love me!" he joked, getting a disapproving smile in return. "if i get sick i'm blaming you." gyuvin shuffled in his spot, turning and throwing an arm and a leg over you, planting a kiss on your temple "i'll take the blame, it's worth it."

gunwook ;

"how did i get so lucky," he flashed his gummy smile at you as you walked through the door, a glass of water and ibuprofen in one hand and an ice pack in the other. "you deserve to be taken care of gunwook," you mirrored his smile, handing him the medicine to take for his headache before leaning him back onto his pillow and resting the ice pack against his forehead. "i'm just glad i get to do it."

having left plenty of room for you on the bed, you scooted in next to your boyfriend, leaning against the headboard and letting his head rest on your chest. "try and get some rest yeah? the medicine should kick in soon," you smiled at the boy, playing with his hair as he hummed in response, feeling his breathing slow and even out.

you laid like that for a few hours, eventually drifting off yourself before you found yourself waking up to gunwook reaching over you, placing the ice pack on the side table. "feeling a bit better?" you mumbled, still opening your eyes. he smiled wide, nodding his head, "much better, thank you y/n." now it was your turn to smile at his cute demeanor and appearance; his damp forehead with strands of hair sticking to his, the way his hair was sticking up in all directions.

"anytime." you reached up to pushed the hair off of his forehead, "i know you'd do the same for me." he hummed, grabbing your hand in his and giving it a light squeeze, "always."

yujin ;

"yujin, you can take the day off, you're practically falling asleep standng here talking to me." you sighed, it hurt to see him like this. yujin was always pushing himself too hard, trying desperately to not disappoint the older members. "but-" he started, a pout on his face. "no buts, i talked to hanbin and he said to keep you home today."

all he could do was smile at the thought of his hyungs and you wanting to take care of him, but he couldn't help but feel worried he'd fall behind. as if reading his mind, you spoke up again, "you're not gonna fall behind, yujin you're more talented than you give yourself credit for." his smile grew as he heard your praises, "thank you," he said sheepishly, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

"will you at least hang out with me today?" he asked, voice hopeful at the idea of spending a day with you. "i was hoping you'd ask," you smiled, sitting on the bed, yujin following suit.

at some point the two of you had decided to set up in the living room; a mountain of blankets and pillows adorning the couch in an attempt to have the comfiest afternoon to yourselves. the pizza you ordered sitting on the table as you found something to watch on the tv. "thank you again," he turned to you with a shy smile, "i needed this." you could only smile in return, "i know you did yujinnie."

[didyoulookforme]

Hiiiiiii B my dear

Ik you’ve considered writing ffm threesome and I had a crazy random thought but

Stylist AU! girlie, Matty, and also his makeup artist girl all having a night together…

-Belle <3 mwah mwah mwah

warning: smut thoughts. half-baked rambles.

this would happen the day of a large promotional photoshoot. one of those special occasions where you get to style the whole band and, because of all the work, management decides to hire extra staff, including the makeup artist.

from the start, it’s so damn obvious that her and matty have met prior. arms often around each other, even if for just a split second. her laughing at every one of his sometimes-very-bad jokes. him looking up at her as she dabs black glittery, eyeshadow on his lid. they must’ve fucked before because you know that shit eating grin all too well.

you keep occupied by making sure all four of them are handsomely dressed and proper. not really wanting to dwell on the fact that you felt embarrassedly jealous due to a man who you do fancy, but spends too many nights between other women’s legs.

and your jealously is reason enough to join them at matty’s request, him caught off guard at your non-hesitant answer when he cheekily suggests let’s go have some fun tonight. you know the insinuation of his words given that you also know he sleeps with more than one girl at times. but even if you are doing it because of your envy, it doesn’t stop you from wondering how he’d react if you were one of those girls.

well, turns out he enjoys the hell out of it. you swear you’ve never seen him that desperate, so much that clothes were off within five minutes of stepping into his hotel room. not even making it to the bed before hands and mouths are all over each other. his cock is red and angry, precum leaking against the trail of hair on his belly, making your mouth water and almost not wanting to share him with anyone. it was too late for that, though.

you’d be lying if you didn’t admit the situation was overwhelming. but it’s all made better when he holds you, back against his chest so he can keep you close and try melt the nerves away. promise i’ll take care of you, baby. that’s pretty much all it takes for you to let go, feeling as his hands travel up and down your body to wash away any remaining doubt of your actions.

time stops when she asks if she can eat you out, both of them noticing as you clench your legs together to remain standing, automatically turning to look at him as if to ask for permission. his pupils blown with lust and he can’t help but kiss you, whispering an only if you want to on the corner of your mouth. you can only nod and feel his smile grow against the back of your neck. that’s my good girl.

it doesn’t take long for matty to find a seat at the edge of the bed, bringing you over so you’re riding him while you are facing away, his arms guiding your hips back and forth on him. the angle makes you see stars, feeling every single inch of him inside you as his tip continuously hits that spot that makes you moan uncontrollably. then you all but scream when her mouth finally finds your clit. matty wraps his arms around your waist to keep you from falling forward as your body trembles from head to toe. it’s all too much and not enough at the same time, wanting this to last all night long but knowing well enough that you’d be lucky if you didn’t orgasm within the next couple of minutes.

her tongue circles and flicks against you, while his hips keep a steady pace, thrusting into you with incredibly ease as the mixture of your cum and her spit makes everything wet and messy. and it’s when you see his fingers tangle in her hair, keeping her head steady so you can get her yourself off, that your release instantly takes over you, feeling it in every single cell of your body. so much more intense that you’ve ever felt before that the clenching around his cock makes him cum too, spilling every bit of himself inside you as he mindlessly stutters praises to secretly thank you for being his, my sweet girl always making your heart swell and break at the same time.

and you thought it couldn’t possibly get better than that, but oh, you are so wrong. that image of him lying down, tan skin a stark contrast against the white linen… her turn to fuck herself on him at the same time he asks you to ride his face… it is nothing short of heavenly. seeing his fucked out expression under you, eyes never veering away from yours. his chin glistening with your sweetness, his moans vibrating around your overstimulated clit trying his best to hold on so he can make you cum at the same time again…

it is fucking perfect <3

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : (College AU)non!idol!Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : established relationship ; bullying ; depression ; attempted su*c*de ; major angst ; is it considered fluffy at the end or more yandere the way that Seungmin acts at the end??? ; let me know!!! Word Count : 4.6k Request : Anon : depressed reader gets actively bullied and bruised which leads to a suicide attempt. seungmin never thought it was that serious once she brought it up to him. but after her failed attempt he is now extra careful with her and maybe a bit mad at himself for not taking it seriously. A/N : PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE CLICKING READ MORE!! To the anon that requested this, I hope you're still here and you remember sending this in! I'm finally posting it!! I hope you enjoy it! The gif came from this blog!!

It rained again today… It seemed like everyone on campus knew that the storm was coming, everyone but you. Umbrellas were pushed open all around you as you quickly put your hood up, the downpour was torrential and you were soaked within the first minute of your walk back to your dorms. It didn’t help that people seemed to be purposely angling their umbrellas so that whenever you walked by, the rain from the top would pour onto your head. 

You’re overthinking it… There’s no reason anyone would purposely do something like that to you. You don’t deserve that. Is what everyone else would say, even your boyfriend… And you would have believed them if not for the insults that were constantly hurled in your direction and the scrapes and bruises that littered your knees and elbows from being pushed around and laughed at when you fell to the ground. You didn’t believe them… And they didn’t believe you. 

By the time you got to your building you were dripping wet, but the attacks wouldn’t stop until you were behind closed doors, in the safety of your room, at least for the next couple hours until the next day started and you got to go through it all over again. That was your life, a constant repeat of the day before, and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take. 

As soon as you walked through the front door of your building you heard it, the laughter of the girls who seemed to make it their job to make sure your life was hell. You weren’t sure what you had done to make them hate you so much, you had never even talked to them, but they still decided to target you. 

“God, look at the shit they let live in the building with us.” One of them said, although you sure it was the main girl talking. Every clique had a leader, and it was obvious that she was the leader of the group. Everyone else just decided to follow along, and maybe it was because they were scared of being on the receiving end of the girls shit. You were done being scared though, you had simply become numb to it. “What should we do? She looks like a fucking sewer rat, dripping shit all over the entrance. Disgusting.” 

You couldn’t walk fast enough, and even if you tried to, you were sure that she’d catch up. She was following right behind you, and before you could even get your foot on the first step, you were being pushed, your knee cracking loudly as it hit the edge of the stair. You didn’t make a sound, you didn’t wince, you didn’t cry, you just got back up, trying your best to focus on anything but the pain that shot through your leg as you continued walking up the stairs. 

“Now she’s an injured rat, maybe she should just put herself out of her misery. It’s not like anyone wants her here anyway.” They all laughed, like your pain and your suffering was entertainment for all of them. Maybe they were just bored… It’s not like you could do anything about it. If you said anything, it would only make things worse and no one would ever believe you… You were nobody… There wasn’t a single person who would notice if you were gone. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning if you want to go out and get breakfast together before class.” Seungmins voice came through the speaker of your phone as it sat on the bed. You hummed softly, not in agreement, not in disagreement either though. It was a sound only to let him know that you were there, that you were still listening. “Did you bring your umbrella with you today? It was raining really bad.” 

You hummed again, once again becoming aware of just how wet you were, your clothes soaking through to the mattress that you were sitting on. “Yeah… I’m gonna take a shower and then a nap… I’ve got a lot of studying to do… Want to be well rested.” You muttered, your voice almost robotic, but he didn’t pick up on it, or maybe he did and he just decided to ignore it. 

“Alright. Don’t study too hard. I’ll see you in the morning, I’ll pick you up.” His voice was as cheerful as usual, not a care in the world… and why would he have one? He didn’t go through what you did. He didn’t know what it was like, and he refused to believe that it happened to you… In his eyes, everything was perfect. Nothing was ever wrong because it didn’t hurt him… not personally at least. 

That’s how it always was… He either didn’t want to believe that such horrible people existed, or he just blew it off, assuming that you were making it seem worse than it actually was. That’s why you didn’t even tell him anymore. You were tired of wasting your breath, trying to call out for help, trying to get him to listen to you and be there for you. It was all pointless. Nothing would ever change… Not for you, not unless you did something… You were the only person who could help yourself. 

Your roommate wasn’t back yet, she was always out late studying. It was the perfect opportunity, the perfect time. No one would ever know, and by the time they did, it would be too late. You weren’t going to continue being tortured, you shouldn’t have to continue suffering just to make other people's lives easier, to give them their daily dose of entertainment. You shouldn’t have to go through hell just so someone’s perfect view of the world wasn’t soiled. 

Your phone was left on the bed as you went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and taking a deep breath. It would be over soon, it would all be over soon. It’s not like anyone wants you here anyway… Those words repeated over and over in your mind as you dug through the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the razors that you had bought a couple months before. They were purchased right before your talk with Seungmin. You had wanted so badly for him to listen to you, to tell you that everything would be okay, that he’d help you… You were wrong in wanting those things, you hadn’t gotten any of them. You weren’t sure why you had even held out this long after the talk, it’s not like anything was getting better, and you knew then that nothing would ever be better. 

The hoodie that you had been wearing was pulled off, dropping to the ground with a heavy thud, the soaking fabric creating a puddle where it landed. The shower was turned on, the spicket turned all the way to hot. If this would be your final moment, you at least wanted to be comfortable for as long as it lasted. 

Hesitating was something you did often. You hesitated when having to pick a multiple choice answer on a test. You had hesitated a little too long when you were called to the front of the class to answer a question on the board. You even hesitated when Seungmin had asked you to be his girlfriend. Hesitation was just… your thing. Not now though, you didn’t hesitate at all as you climbed into the tub, lowering yourself down into the tub. There was no reason to take pause, your decision would affect no one, no one but yourself, and the only effect it would have on you was positive. You would finally be free, and you saw nothing wrong in wanting that. 

It was much easier to sleep, to let yourself drift off knowing that you’d have no worries left, knowing that once your eyes were shut, they would be shut for good. You let your wrists fall into the water that filled up around you, focusing only on the sound of the shower, the way it felt like rain as it poured down around you. You’d be okay soon, and while you didn’t know where you’d go or what would happen next… At least you wouldn’t be in hell, at least not this one. 

“I really have to go to the bathroom, stupid rain. Just wait here, I’ll be out soon.” Your roommate said as she burst through the door, the rest of her study group drenched as they filed in behind her. She knocked once on the door to the bathroom, then once more, rocking back and forth impatiently as she waited for you to give her the okay to come in. “Fuck it!” She called out as she pushed open the door, coming to a full stop when she saw you, the bath water a dark red as it inched closer and closer to spilling over the sides. “Help! Come help me! Oh my god! Call an ambulance! Fuck! What the fuck!?” She shouted, running over to the tub and grabbing your arms, holding them above your head to try to stop the bleeding. 

The rest of them rushed in, some of them screamed when they saw you, your color almost completely drained. Others were pulling out their phones, trying to make the same call at the same time. The ones who screamed were ordered to come over and help, their hands shaking as they tried to help your roommate pull you out of the tub. The others who were on the phone were all trying to tell your roommate and the few others what to do to try to help, at least until the paramedics arrived. 

It was strange how even with all the commotion, your mind was happy. You could hear all of it, but you refused to focus on it, scared that if you did it would bring you back to the hell that you called life, the hell that you were trying to escape. “Why would she do that? Why? Are her grades bad? She could have come to study group with us!” Someone had shouted, and if you weren’t feeling so tired, you might have actually laughed. Your grades were the least of your problems, they weren’t even on your list of problems. Of course, your roommate had never believed you either, so she had probably never brought it up to the rest of her group. 

“Check… Check to see if her heart is still beating!” One of the guys shakily ordered, and your roommate pressed her fingers against your neck, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on the feeling of the faint beat that came a little too slow. Time was running out, and you felt it too, it was a good feeling, to know that soon you’d gone. There would be no more suffering, no more nights spent lying in your bed crying as you wished that someone, anyone, would understand you, that they’d just listen. 

Sirens sang outside the building and you wished that you had done it earlier, that you hadn’t even answered the call from Seungmin. Maybe if you had cut a little deeper… maybe you had been hesitating, a little bit of hope left that maybe now someone would help. Did you really want to die or did you just want things to get better? Would things even get better? At least you were feeling tired, no matter what happened now, you’d be so out of it you wouldn’t remember. Maybe you wouldn’t wake up, maybe it would still work. Maybe… 

“Dude, have you seen on twitter?” Jisung asked, leaning back in his chair as he scrolled through his phone. Seungmin was sitting across from him, more focused on his meal. “There was a freaking suicide attempt back on campus… there’s literally live updates right now.” Seungmin rolled his eyes, not nearly as impressed as Jisung for some reason was. “That looks a lot like Y/Ns building! You should call her! See if she knows what’s going on!” 

The last thing Seungmin wanted to do was bother you when you had told him you were studying, but by the way Jisung was looking at him, Seungmin knew he wouldn’t let up. “Fine… But I’m not gonna force her to look at that. She can’t handle that kind of stuff.” He mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It’s not just that you couldn’t handle it, you absolutely hated stuff like that. You couldn’t even watch horror movies without hiding in Seungmins shoulder for the better half of the movie. 

Jisung watched as Seungmin dialed your number, his knee bouncing so much under the table that Seungmin could feel it in the floor. “S-Seungmin!” A male voice came over the phone, it wasn’t you at all, and the man sounded breathless and his voice was shaky. Now, Seungmin wasn’t the type of person to jump to conclusions, but he couldn’t help but get a little worked up when he heard anyone but you on the other end of the line. 

“Who are you? Where’s Y/N?” Seungmin hissed through the phone, his fist already balled up on the table as he awaited an explanation. Knowing you it would probably be a good one, one that would have Seungmin feeling foolish while laughing about it later with you. You probably just left your phone at the cafe that you always went to… But that wouldn’t explain the urgency in the person's voice… This was someone who knew something or had done something and it wasn’t good. “Where is she?” Seungmin asked again, and he could feel Jisungs eyes on him, eating up the drama without a word, enjoying it far too much since he wasn’t the one personally involved in it. 

“Hospital… Ambulance… Lia found her… Come fast…” The man said, and then the line went silent, leaving Seungmin to put the pieces together. He reached across the table to grab Jisungs phone, still open to the twitter feed about the attempted suicide, and as he scrolled through the pictures it became quite clear to him. Your room, with the yellow tape making a big X across the door, your bed that was still made just as it had been this morning. Your bag sat on the floor next to your nightstand where you always left it… And on the nightstand table was a picture of you and him together. 

“H-Hey! Where are you going?!” Jisung shouted as Seungmin pushed away from the table, his chair falling back and crashing against the floor as he ran to the front door and pulled on his shoes. The trip that he and the guys in his club had gone on had him miles away from you, of course that’s how it would work out, why wouldn’t it be like that? He needed to be with you the most right now and it would take him hours just to get there. “What is going on?! Come on, dude! Tell me!” 

“It was her!” Seungmin shouted to Jisung, although nothing would stop him from moving forward right now. He was on a steady track and it led only to you. He wasn’t crying, not yet, for now he kept the tears at bay with nothing but anger. Anger towards himself for not being there to stop it, anger with you for doing something so stupid. Did you even know what that would have done to him? He loves you, and you were going to just take yourself away from him like that without a word? Why didn’t you talk to him? Why didn’t you tell him? What was going on that would make you think to do something like that? He didn’t get it, and that was only pissing him off more. Right now he just needed to get to you, make sure that you’d be okay. 

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“She lost a lot of blood, so we had to do a transfusion. She’ll be okay, we just need to keep watch over her, make sure everything stays good.” 

“Can I see her? Why aren’t you letting me in her room? What’s going on? Let me see her!” 

“They would like to talk to you first… Before you see her…” 

He sat in the lounge room, his hands folded on the table as he looked at the officer across from him. He didn’t know what it was about, but he tried his best to keep calm even though all he wanted to do was get to your room and sit beside you. “Kim Seungmin… You were her boyfriend, right?” The officer questioned and Seungmin narrowed his eyes as it set in that he was about to be interrogated for this shit. 

“I am her boyfriend… Present tense…” He responded, quite snarkily, but this felt like a complete waste of time to him. “Is there a reason why you’re doing this? Do you guys think someone else did this to her and set it up?” 

The cop shook his head, leaning back in his chair as he looked over Seungmin. “Where were you tonight? How did you know to come here? Seems like you came pretty fast too… Like you knew this was going to happen…” 

Seungmins eyes went wide and his jaw was slack as he stared at the officer. How could someone even insinuate that this was somehow his fault? “I was three hours away with my club. I’ve been out for almost a week going to different high schools trying to get people to apply to the university. I called her because my friend saw a bunch of posts on twitter about something happening… I didn’t know it was her until some random guy answered and told me.” He ran his hand through his hair, his teeth gritted as he closed his eyes, his composure slowly wearing thin. “I came fast because she’s my girlfriend… I’d like to think that anyone else would do the same thing. I broke a lot of traffic laws to get here as fast as I did.” 

“Do you two ever fight? Does it ever get physically violent?” The officer rapidly tapped his pen against his notebook, the sound going straight to Seungmins head, driving him absolutely crazy. The assumptions were absolutely preposterous, only fueling his anger towards the entire situation. 

“Look man, I don’t know what kind of information you’re fishing for, but I didn’t do anything. I’ve never laid my hands on her. I love her… And I really want to be with her right now. Can we be done with this?” 

“So you love your girlfriend so much, you never laid a hand on her… Yet she’s covered in bruises? If we didn’t know any better, it looks as though someone might have mistook her for a punching bag.” Seungmins stomach dropped as he listened to the officer, and while he knew that he himself hadn’t been the one to cause those marks on you, a certain rage built inside of him as he tried to think about who would hurt you like that. “Do you know of any accidents she might have been in to cause her kneecap to be entirely shattered? Do you know anything at all?” 

His head shook as his tears finally began to fall. You had never told him anything… What had happened to you while he was away? “I… I don’t know… I’d just really like to see her… Please…” His head dropped into his hands as he sobbed quietly, his body shaking with ragged breaths. 

Seungmin was no help to the investigation, and the officer quickly realized that, helping him out of his chair and then leading him out of the room, motioning towards the closed door that would soon open and reveal you to him. Were you awake yet? He had so many questions that he wanted to ask you, but the biggest question of all was why… Why would you do something like that? If you answered that one question, he’d have the answer to a lot of his other questions too. 

The nurse let him into the room, and seeing you, it had his heart breaking. You looked so weak, so fragile, your arms were completely wrapped up in gauze, your leg had been casted and hooked to a strap in the ceiling to keep it elevated. “Are you sleeping?” Seungmin whispered as he got closer to your bed, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as he stood beside you. The IV for the blood that was being pumped into you had to be inserted in one of the veins in your neck, the sight of it causing a cold chill to run up his spine. “I’m here now…” 

“Do you… believe me… now?” Your voice was so quiet, and your eyes were still shut, if there had been other people in the room he would have sworn it was someone else talking, but you were the only one there, and now he was trying to think of what you could possibly mean. “Was this… enough?” 

His hands held onto yours a little tighter as the reels in his mind turned, trying to understand what you were talking about, but nothing was coming up. “What are you talking about? I always believe you… What happened? Tell me, please… I want to help you… I don’t want this to happen again… Talk to me…” 

Your fingers twitched against his own, yet your eyes seemed to be glued shut, and even as he was watching your face, it didn’t even look like your mouth was moving even though words were coming out. “People are bad… Seungmin…” People are bad…. What does that even mean? What do you mean? Your answers were only creating more questions for him. 

“Visiting hours are over now, sir.” The nurse said from the door. He hadn’t been given enough time though, he needed to know, he needed to know what you were talking about. His head shook rapidly as he kept watching over you. He didn’t want to leave you, even if you didn’t answer any more of his questions, he wanted to stay beside you. “She needs to rest, sir… You can come back in the morning to see her. Okay?” 

It’s not like he had a choice, and he didn’t want to have to be escorted out by the officer who interrogated him, so he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before walking backwards to the door. “I’ll be back tomorrow as early as I can… I promise. I’ll be back.” 

People are bad… He mulled over the words in his head as he walked through the parking lot and climbed into his car. What the hell did it mean? He couldn’t ask you now… And the only place he could go for any sort of answer was your dorm. Was it still taped off? It’s not like it was a crime scene… It should be open. 

The building wasn’t too far from the hospital, he was there within ten minutes, and when he pulled up he could see a group of people sitting on the bench outside smoking a cigarette. You always told him how you hated that, having to walk through the cloud of smoke just to get to the front doors, and it seemed like they would purposely blow it in your direction… People are bad… He’d always tell you that it was just the wind blowing it towards you, that people wouldn’t purposely do something like that. 

“I can’t believe she actually did that. What a fucking drama queen.” “She didn’t even write a note. It’s like she was looking for attention.” “How embarrassing for her boyfriend. He’ll probably dump her. Nobody wants to date the campus suicide risk.” “Oh please, it was embarrassing for him to date her in general. I’m sure he only did it out of pity.” “Whatever, the bitch should have cut deeper.” 

How could they talk so harshly about you? Were these the ones… the ones that you had told him about before? “Do you believe me now?” He hadn’t believed you then… If he had, would you have done this? He could have stopped them… He would have stopped them. They were still talking, loud enough for everyone to hear… And no one cared. No one cared enough to tell them to shut up, no one… You could be dead… And they talked about you like you were shit. 

“Hey, at least we’ll have a couple days out of class… You know… For like… Guidance or whatever.” “Oh yeah… We’re super torn up about it…” “If she would have done it right we’d probably have a week or two. Ugh… I swear, she’s fucking useless.” 

Red. All he saw was red as he got out of his car, slamming the door shut and going straight over to where they sat. “Shut up!” He shouted, and for a second, he thought they would keep quiet, but as soon as the initial shock wore off, they were all laughing. Their heads were thrown back as the boisterous laughter bounced off the walls of the building and rang in his ears. “I said shut up!” He screamed, and before he even realized what he was doing, his fist was cocked back and being thrown straight at the face of the girl who sat in front. 

Now, Seungmin wasn’t a violent person, not usually, but you were his girlfriend, he almost lost you, and while some might say that a college relationship means nothing, his relationship with you meant everything to him. “Hey man! What the fuck!?” One of the other girls shouted, her hand quickly moving to the main girl's face to catch the blood that trickled down her nose. “You can’t just fucking hit people like that! You’re a psycho!” 

Now it was his turn to laugh, his fists still balled up at his sides as he glared at every single person in front of him. “Really? I can’t just hit people like that but you can?!” The girl who had been hit scoffed loudly, her head rolling forward causing the blood to drip down her mouth and hang at her chin. 

“Don’t worry, he’s just the bitches boyfriend. She’s too much of a loser to fight back herself, I guess she got her boyfriend to do it for her. Or maybe she’s just not alive to do it.” She stood up from the bench, a cocky smirk on her face as she looked at him. “I guess she’s getting all the attention she wanted now. I did your bitch a favor. You’re welcome.” 

He completely lost it, he snapped, his hand flying back just to shoot forward, the smack that landed across the girl's face sounding much louder in the silence that surrounded them. “I find out any of you even so much as look at her… I’ll slit all your fucking wrists and break both your fucking knee caps. I’ll make you suffer, I’ll make you wish you were dead. I can and I will ruin you… Remember that.” 

He wasn’t this kind of person… Not before he had met you, but seeing you in the hospital bed, knowing that he had almost lost you forever, it had sparked something inside of him. He wants to protect you, he wants to keep you safe, and if that meant having to be like this… Then he’d do it without hesitation. People are bad… You weren’t wrong, people are awful… But he’d do everything and anything to keep those people away from you, to protect you from them. He’d stop at nothing to make sure that this never happens again. 

[atzloverr]

Chapter 4.5 - selfish desire

This is literally so short💀 But I have to add something before the next part for context… Hope y’all enjoy anywayyyyy

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Masterlist for selfish desire

You heard the low rumble of thunder as you tiredly sipped on your coffee. What a way to spend your Saturday night. You’d decided to take a late shift at the corner, considering you were short staffed at the moment. Now was the perfect time to get some extra money, when all the other staff seemed to be busy. You picked up your phone to spot a message from Wooyoung.

“Text me wheb you fer home”

You let out a small giggle at his drunken message. He was out drinking with Yeosang and his friends tonight and had practically begged you to come with him. You just answered like you always did.

“A girl’s gotta pay her rent somehow.”

Your only customers for the night were drunk college students who wanted a late night snack. You felt yourself almost drift away to sleep as you watched the clock hit 11 p.m. Despite the huge cup of coffee you had made yourself, you felt yourself only getting more tired for every second that passed.

“Excuse me?” a voice said, suddenly snapping you out of your zoned out state. “Oh, yes, I’m sorry,” you apologized as you started scanning his products. You shook your head in disbelief. How were you this zoned out? You normally had no trouble staying up late, but tonight, you seemed to have to giant bricks on your eyelids.

You couldn’t focus much on the man in front of you, but there was one thing you couldn’t miss about him. He had a big, wicked grin plastered on his face. You probably would’ve found it creepy, but your tired self found it hard to care.

“Are you alright, miss?” he asked, still smiling as he looked into your eyes. “Oh, I apologize. I’m just a little tired, that’s all!” you assured him, mirroring his smile. He simply nodded as he took his things and left.

You felt puzzled about the brief interaction, but once again, didn’t let it bother you too much.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Finally, the clock hit twelve. You immediately put your coat on and got ready to leave. You twisted the keys around and turned around to leave. The walk wasn’t long, but Wooyoung still made sure you always wrote to him as you got home, even on nights like these, when he was out drinking with friends. You smiled fondly as you looked at your best friend’s poorly written message one last time.

With your umbrella in hand, you began your short walk home. As you walked past the small alleyway between your apartment building and the corner, you spotted a man standing against a wall. He looked completely drenched, and you felt your heart clench at his wet and probably cold state. He pushed his wet hair out of his face, and took one small step towards you.

“Excuse me sir, would you like to borrow an umbrella?” you asked politely. Without answering you, the man slowly walked up to you. You reached out your umbrella for him, expecting him to take it. The two of you were standing under the same umbrella, as you waited for him to take it.

He did, however, have other plans.

Suddenly, you felt your wrist being pulled harshly towards him. Finally, you could see his face. He was the same man from the convenience store earlier today. He still wore that wide grin on his lips, as he pulled you close.

Before you had the opportunity to ask him about his odd behavior, you felt something hard stab your neck. Your foggy mind couldn’t process what was going on, as you lost your footing. Your breath quickened at your loss of bodily control.

“Shh, just relax sweetheart,” the man told you. You were suddenly in his arms, elevated over the ground. You tried your best to form words, but found yourself only being able to mutter a few sounds.

Everything happened so quickly. His hands were in your hair, he was repeating your name in a small whisper as you drifted into unconsciousness.

“Aww, someone’s feeling a little lost,” his soft voice cooed. You huffed in frustration as the man carried you away, further into the darkness of the alleyway. “Sleep well, (Y/N),” the man whispered before everything around you succumbed into a suffocating darkness.

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[blingblong55]

✨Hello✨ I would like some Headcannons of 141 + könig with a gen z reader who's on the older side (like, 20-25) at first they were besties with soap, but then they became good friends with everyone. They are one of the very few people who can bother the shit out of ghost and live to tell the tale. All of 141 and könig have had their nails painted/makeup done by reader, and once a week AT LEAST, reader and the 141 + könig have a ✨ s p a d a y ✨ face mask, manicures, pedicures, you name it and the reader, 141 + könig have probably done it. Reader is also ver affectionate. Their name can be whatever you want it to be. Have a good day/night, eat, drink water, and don't overwork yourself or I'll find you and hit you with a steel frying pan. Love ya 😁

I love the way you show your love for me!!

Material Girl- 141+König

Not a proper hc...I think (idk my brain isn't braining rn)

Gn!reader! Smut at the end so warning!!

It's been forever since you arrived at base. 141, mainly Ghost nicknamed you rooks, short for rookie, also short like you. "Sergeant rooks, get over here." "rooks you sure 'bout this?" "Hey rooks, wanna hang out" god did it exhaust you, but it was all banter. Nothing more.

Soap soon after you had arrived at base became your best friend, only friend in the eye of others. He knew almost everything of the tiny rookie that had become his friend. Price didn't get it at first. How someone so smart as you had befriended his Scott soldier. But soon after seeing you and him explode different things around base he understood, "not about the level of knowledge but by how dumb they both are." It took 5 months for them all to be open to you.

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"ghost...ghost...heeeeyyyyy ghooossstttt" you whispered yelled (does that make sense? hope it does)

"yes rooks?" His voice hinting at his frustration.

You jumped from behind and made him jump. "Just wanting to see if you were still alive" "3 laps around base, go"

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And after much fight, he got used to you. Always making extra coffee for the days he knew you'd be around the most. He felt like a teacher with you and soap around. "If you do that, don't ya think it'll explode" then he saw your wheels turn. "that'll be awesome!"

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"fuck off Janet. im not goin to your fucking baby shower?"

"Who the fucks is that sergeant?"

Man did you annoy him with quotes from tiktok, but he loved how every time you would laugh at literal dark jokes, others would consider a sigh of a mental illness. "Die bitch...dieeee!!" You said as he killed a spider. He soon chased you with it. And as always you cried a little.

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When the team found you stressed after a mission, they asked soap what a day off in your life looked like. "They better thank us for this." Price sighed as he, ghost and König prepared the common room to seem like a comfy living space.

"Ghost, you're next..what color would you like?" you looked up at him, annoyance leaked from his eyes. "Black..all black" You look around your kit, "I have glittery black? will that work?" your curious eyes starring at his, "fine" he responded. Gaz took pictures and sent them to the group chat, the same one he left because of your stupid daily memes.

"This is worse than torture."

"Do you or do you not feel bonita?" you smiled as you carefully painted his nails. He hesitated, "I feel bonita" . "Wonderful because you look Bonita!" you squealed, your hands cheerfully in the air.

Then it was König's turn, "nails or makeup mister?" you kindly asked. "pick makeup, their skin care routine after the removal makes your skin so smooth." gaz said as he caressed his own face. "Makeup, but just do my eyes please, ja?" You understood why his request was so odd, but you complied. Once you did his eyes: "gosh you look prettier than me, König!" he blushed at your comment. "Lift your mask, and I'll do your lips, want to see how pretty this shade will look on my pretty boy." you made way as he lifted his mask, "Pretty, pretty lips" his smile giving him away.

"Price?" "m'fine with the nails, thanks"

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It was a Wednesday night, that you and the team designated for spa days. You bought them those soft hair bands with different shapes and colors. Ghost and König agreed on wearing surgical masks just for this activity. All of the tough soldiers reclined on sofas as you went around and applied face masks and cucumber for aesthetics. ----

Soap enjoyed how your hands would massage his hair. It was something you had mentioned, when he applied black war paint on his hair and you gasped. "If you want hair masks just ask Johnny! don't gotta kill me with this!" you exclaimed on the field.

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They all had robes on, you even ordered those foot massager machines for them. And when you were done with their masks, you would lay on the floor with pillows around. You read, and sprayed the room with different aromas. Sometimes when you felt hippie enough you would walk around with incense.

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It was the only time you went around taking pictures, they soon found out because you accidentally airdropped one to Gaz, who made it his profile on the group chat.

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"it smells horrible" ghost would say, "shh im cleansing you honey" your calm voice making him more scared, what if you accidentally lit him on fire, something that soap had done to gaz when he too felt like a hippie.

"thank you hase (bunny)" König would always keep you close when this whole thing was happening, his excuse was that your body heat was comfortable to him, in reality, he just needed an excuse to have you near.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a routine that you had created with them. For Ghost and König, you always spent the nights with either of them, you would stay up and wait until they needed you. Hugs from these two were the best. Soldiers stared and they would give them 'the' look. (you comment on this..I kill what you love)

"König it's time for hugs!" you jumped and he catched you, your head on his chest, "You are kind mein König," you used that only when he needed to be brought back after a tough mission.

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Soap and you had physical touch as love language, so showing him your affection was easy. You'd give his hands a squeeze or rubbed his shoulders and this man would just stand there, taking all the affection you could give. Sometimes it was him who would hug you so tight, you thought you might pass out.

"too much love" you would remind him. "m'sorry, felt like giving it all today" he would chuckle.

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Price was different, this man needed affection when having smoke competitions.

"learned this one on tiktok," you inhaled and perfect circle flew around. "S'good, getting better." He would stare in amusement as the circle of smoke disappeared. But at times he did need a hug. So when the day needed a little snuggle, he would approach you. "Feeling a little cold today, you?" and you would just hug him tight. "Do you feel my love?" you smiled as your face was deep in his man boobs (man am I a whore for man boobs..so squishy and shit)

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Gaz needed affection in fun ways. So every morning you would send him memes, or tease him about something. "S'not funny." "My uncle broke his neck tap-dancing once." and back to giggles it was. At times since you and him were somewhat the same age, you'd send tiktoks to one another.

"Gaz can you serve" He would pose and you'd laugh, "no like serve your country" and he'd salute. "Fucks sake was that." ghost would whisper to Price. "Maybe if we don't move, they won't notice us."

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(please tell me this is what you meant when you said "done it" cuz if not,,,them im putting myself on blast here)

NSWF(kinda) MINORS DNI!!!

MANHANDLED im telling you!!!

These man were starving for some sex. So when the opportunity rose, you as a decent person, homie hopped. (I would too, so no shame here)

It first started with Ghost, then König. Then the two men with you(yes..threesome bc we only live once). Soap would probably find the three of you fucking. It would be on accident though. He was walking around base when he heard you scream, and when he opened the door you were in between the two big men.

After a week of witnessing the naked horrors of his superior and friends he would talk to you. "I was tempted." you confessed. "Mind doing me next?" he bluntly said. "I mean, would you be up for it?" "Now? or later?" he looked at you, soon later it was you and him and the same room he had caught you in.

Then like a good father and son, price and gaz shared you. And I mean SHARED. You didn't hesitate, mainly because you had a thing for gaz since the beginning, but price was more of a fantasy that turned real.

It took a little bit of convincing, and a lot of drinking and smoking (green plant activities ) to be in the presence on them all.

Gang bang? anyone? Anyways, it was a sworn secret that was called a one time thing. But after the 3rd time of the one time thing it was just a team building exercise for sure. (monthly so you would be able to walk properly)However after every mission Ghost and König would fuck the anger off of their system. Price understood why you wouldn't be able to make it to some training days, those were also the days he had fun with "excuse or not you better pay your debt"

tags: @g4y-gr3ml1n

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

A/N: please tell me you understood why the title is that?

[cannibclheart]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE MORE YANDERE REAPER! ILL BEGGG

I just started playing overwatch again LOL so this hits. Reminder, my requests are open!

cw: stalking, death/murder, confinement

— Reaper, to me, is such a scary yandere not because of what he'd do to you per say but what he would so willingly do to others. But he's a careful man, trained to be unseen and observant. He can take his time so long as the end result is the same.

— Stalking is a skill that works on more than one person. While he uses his stealth to peacefully, lustfully, watch as you sleep the same cannot be said for those who would gather around you like ants at a sugar cube. All of this is to say, he would absolutely terrify men, women, and other people who display even the slightest bit of attraction toward you. Their hands, corporal but filthy, would need to be taken.

— For example, the guy you were paired with to work on a project would suddenly have a freak car accident. One moment he's on the highway going 70mph and the next he's stopped; his brakes having failed to stop him from colliding with the barrier. Never mind the black smoke that trails along the exhaust pipe. He was due for a car repair anyway.

— Or take into consideration the girl who asked for your number in the bar. Her eyelashes flapping at you as though she were the spider and not the fly trapped in the web. She was so enamored by your laughter that she hadn't considered the drink she ordered had something extra in it to induce a heart attack.

— Every moment he is that vicious cloud of black mist is agony, but it's a pain made bearable by you. To think of anyone else with their hands wrapped around yours, or their mouth moving against your own...it could drive a person crazy if they weren't already.

— He doesn't want to frighten you, doesn't want you to come in contact with death for violence's sake, and that is why he doesn't kill the unworthy with his shotgun. To do so would leave a trail that could be traced back to you and he can't bear to imagine a life with you trapped behind bars that aren't his own.

[onyxmilk]

Mayhaps itadori x fem!reader where she’s a shortie like me! And everyone teases him because he said his type is tall women but here he is…shacked up w a shortstack smh

Yuji Itadori x f!Reader; Short n Sweet

notes; kylee i had no idea what i was doing help- tw; fem!reader, wc; 1.1k

To say that [YourName] was a little on the short side was an understatement. Growing up, she had always believed that one day her growth spurt would hit her like a train, becoming taller overnight. She believed that one day she would wake up and magically she would have a few more extra inches, solving all of her vertically challenged problems. But, no. That day never came, and she was always the shortest one in her classes. It wasn’t uncommon for [YourName] to be made the butt of the joke, especially considering she never grew to be near as tall as some of her classmates in her school years.

Which is why it was such a relief when [YourName] met Yuji. He was a boy who was proactive, always trying his best to help classmates and peers alike wherever he could. A kind, gentle soul who could never standby and watch as you were made fun of for your height. The first time he saw someone make fun of you for your height and how you casually laughed along despite the uncomfortable look on your face, he was the first one to intervene and ask your classmates to chill out. Ever since that day, you couldn’t help admiring Yuji. For how he stood up for you, for how he spoke his mind without a care in the world, for how he took your hand and showed you that you didn’t have to passive stand by; you fell for him, as you were sure so many others had, and found yourself looking forward to the next time you’d see him. A friendship between you two came naturally, and after a very wobbly and stuttery confession (Yuji was completely oblivious to this sort of this, it took a long pause for him to realize you were even confessing), so did a romantic partnership. Not long after, he left for Jujutsu High, but the two of you continued to make your relationship work, texting and calling as much as humanly possible when you weren’t able to see him in person.

When Yuji first suggested he introduce his girlfriend to his friends, who swore up and down that he could never land one, the two were skeptical at best. But Yuji wanted to put the allegations to rest, he did have a girlfriend, and a very amazing one at that! So the very first time Yuji and [YourName] had walked up to their meeting spot, both making light conversation and giggling together, Nobara couldn’t help staring before laughing at the sight. It deeply confused Yuji's girlfriend who stood there, her head tilting as she tried to figure out what was so funny, "Did.. I do something?" [YourName] asked, making Yuji look over at her and shrug his shoulders. Megumi just sighed before shaking his head, "She isn't exactly.. your type, Itadori." he explained for Nobara, who was still laughing to the point that there were tears streaming down her face."Pardon?" [YourName] asked, getting slightly offended by Megumi’s accusation. "I mean–!!" Nobara had to stop mid sentence as she laughed laughed, "I mean, come on! Not even close to your dream woman!" the girl added between laughter. "I'm.. not your dream woman, Yuji?" [YourName] asked, obviously hurt by the idea which made Yuji panic. "You are! You are, I swear!" The pink haired boy said, but the damage was done it seemed as [YourName] started to slightly tear up, a pout on her face as she second guessed herself.

Megumi would grab ahold of Nobara making the girl stop laughing and quiet down, wiping away the tears in her eyes as she caught her breath. "Relax Nobara, it's not that funny anyway," Megumi turned back to [YourName] once the brunette had calmed herself, "[YourName], was it? Nobara is always like this, she finds joy in Itadori's suffering." He added, trying to add context so that [YourName] didn’t take her words too seriously. Still, [YourName] couldn’t help herself from replaying Nobara and Megumi’s words, "But, am I not Yuji's type?" [YourName] questioned making Megumi stop what he was saying. He paused to think about how to delicately explain their personal experience in what Yuji had described for his personal taste in partners, "Not that he's described in the past." Megumi worded his sentence carefully.

"Doesn’t mean his type could have changed or adjusted," Megumi said, quickly adding to his past words to make sure [YourName] didn’t misunderstand. [YourName] felt conflicted for a moment, but she felt as if she could trust Megumi- he was Yuji's best friend after all. "Exactly!" Yuji said, sweating nervously from the whole ordeal. "It's alright, Yuji, I still love you." [YourName] says, wiping her tears from her cheeks.

Yuji relaxed, bringing [YourName] in for a hug and gently pressing a kiss to her head. Watching made a certain girl have to comment, "Gross," Nobara cringed, fake gagging while Megumi only rolled his eyes at her behavior. "It could be so much worse," Yuji points out, making [YourName] nod her head and laugh a little, the two thinking about other things they’ve done together. "Oh whatever.." Nobara said, looking away just so she didn't have to see how beautiful the girl that Yuji pulled was. Like, how was that even legal? Yuji Itadori with a beautiful woman? Nuh-uh. Part of her still wondered if this girl was a paid actor.

Time would pass and [YourName] and Yuji were hitting their two month mark. Between all the chaos and hardships of making their relationship work, [YourName] wanted to do something special for him and celebrate how far the two of them had come together. So, she did what she thought was best, and contacted Yuji’s two closest friends, Megumi and Nobara. Nobara was the only one to contact her back, so the two plotted to meet up at a local restaurant.

Half way through their conversation, [YourName] managed to circle the conversation back to when they first met. "So.. what did you exactly mean I wasn't Yuji's type when we first met?" [YourName] asks, tilting her head to the side. It was just an innocent question, no harm or mal intent meant. Nobara awkwardly laughs when the topic is brought up, her eyes moving across the restaurant, "Well, you see, Yuji typically likes.. taller women? I suppose, that's what he said at least." Nobara explained, "But don't worry! I think he actually likes you, even if you literally are shorter than me." she added quickly, her usual attitude coming back in her retort.

"I believe that, trust me. I just was curious." [YourName] giggled, eventually the two would find something that they both believed Yuji would like for a two month anniversary gift. Before leaving though, Nobara put her contact information into [YourName]'s phone, just so they didn't have to contact through social media every time they wanted to talk.

[YourName] would give her gift to Yuji the following week, and just as the two girls thought Yuji loved it with all his sweet kind heart could.