#for weeks and leaving trash everywhere

[skrunksthatwunk]

how do i tell my roommate that her cat repeatedly pissing on and destroying my things is something that people usually offer to clean or replace or apologize for instead of shrugging off

[wall-eye]

If you annoy people for fun, don't be surprised when people don't like you

Work rant in tags. Didn't know there was a 30 tag limit lol

[wisconsindean]

do not look at this i’m just gonna be throwing a fit in the tags and i need to feel like its going somewhere

[xianzhoualliance]

my mom is such a bitch i hate her so much

[heeluvv]

SEE ME NOW.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ stalker! sim jaeyun x reader

genre ᝰ.ᐟ smut

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ dubcon, gore (?), p in v, unprotected sex, mean jake, dom jake, degradation kink, etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

it starts small. subtle things. things you could brush off if you weren’t paying attention.

a missing sock. a door you swore you locked, just slightly ajar when you wake up. the nagging sensation that something in your room has been touched, moved, rearranged—so minuscule it feels ridiculous to mention. but still, the feeling lingers, sinking into your skin like an itch you can’t scratch.

then you start seeing things that shouldn’t be there.

a smudge of fingerprints on your bedroom window—too high up for you to have left them. a shadow in the corner of your eye that vanishes when you turn. at first, you tell yourself it’s nothing. paranoia. a trick of the mind.

until the first package arrives.

it’s small, wrapped neatly in brown paper, sitting on your doorstep like some forgotten gift. no name. no return address. just waiting. you hesitate before picking it up, a chill creeping down your spine, but curiosity wins. the twine is stiff, rough beneath your fingers as you pull it apart, and the paper peels away like dead skin.

inside, a finger. severed at the knuckle, the nail still painted that soft pink you recognize from earlier that day.

your stomach twists violently. your vision blurs at the edges, breath coming in ragged gasps as you fumble with the tiny note tucked beneath it. the handwriting is sharp, aggressive, like the words were carved rather than written.

“you let her touch you. so i took care of it.”

the world tilts. nausea rises in your throat. you know whose finger this is.

you saw her today. your coworker, yuri. the one who smiled too much, who laughed at all your jokes, who reached out—just once—to brush something off your sleeve.

you gag and drop the box, stumbling back, your pulse hammering in your ears. hands shaking, you grab your phone, fingers slipping over the screen as you try to dial, try to call for help—

but when you look down again, the box is gone.

the doorstep is empty. the blood is gone.

like it was never there at all.

the police don’t believe you.

of course, they don’t.

there’s no package. no finger. no proof.

the officer’s eyes flicker with barely restrained amusement as you try to explain, as you insist that it was real. that you saw it, that you touched it. but there’s nothing. no camera footage. no signs of a break-in.

“maybe you should get some rest,” they say.

you stop sleeping after that.

but the packages don’t stop.

the next one comes a week later. you don’t open it. you can’t. but the smell seeps through the paper—raw and metallic, thick enough to make your head spin.

you know what’s inside before you even see the note.

“he liked talking to you. not anymore.”

your hands tremble as you shove it into the trash, as you tell yourself to move, to leave, to run—but where?

he is everywhere.

you feel him in the spaces between your ribs, in the silence of your empty apartment, in the weight of your own shadow stretching long against the pavement.

you try to be careful after that. you stop talking to people. stop making eye contact. stop leaving your house unless you absolutely have to.

but he still finds ways to remind you that you’re his.

a handprint smeared against your mirror in the dead of night.

your window left cracked open, letting in the scent of something dark and decayed.

your bed, once familiar, feeling wrong when you wake up—like someone else has been there.

like someone else has been laying beside you.

and then, one night, he lets you see him.

it happens so fast you barely register it at first.

the door clicks shut behind you, the sound too controlled, too deliberate. the air shifts, thickening, suffocating, pressing against your skin like unseen hands. you know you’re not alone before you even turn.

but when you do—

he’s there.

standing in your bedroom doorway, head tilted, lips curled into a lazy, almost bored smirk.

your heart seizes, a strangled sound catching in your throat. his presence is wrong—he should not be here, he should not be here—but he is. perfectly at ease, as if he’s always belonged in this space.

as if he’s been here before.

your voice is barely a whisper. “how did you get in?”

jake laughs. soft. amused. like the answer should be obvious.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, taking a step closer, slow and unhurried, his eyes never leaving yours. “i’ve always been here.”

the floor feels unsteady beneath you. you stagger back, reaching blindly, fingers closing around the nearest object—a lamp, small and fragile in your grip, but the only weapon you have.

he sees it. of course, he does.

his smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with something dark, something hungry.

“oh, baby,” he drawls, low and taunting, “do you really think that’s going to stop me?”

and then he moves.

his hand finds your throat with terrifying ease, fingers wrapping around the fragile column like they were always meant to be there. rough, calloused palms pressing in, tightening, cutting off the air before you can even think to take a breath. panic surges, a white-hot wave that makes your body jerk involuntarily, makes your hands scramble against his arm, nails digging in, desperate to loosen the crushing grip—

but it’s useless. he’s stronger. he always has been.

your mouth parts, a choked gasp slipping out, but there’s nothing—no relief, no air, just the slow, suffocating burn creeping up your throat. your chest heaves, lungs straining, a frantic, instinctual attempt to pull in oxygen that never comes. black spots bloom at the edges of your vision, and you realize, distantly, he’s enjoying this.

his other hand moves, slow, deliberate. reaching into his pocket, fingers brushing against the worn handle of something sharp—something deadly.

a knife.

the gleam of the blade catches the dim light as he pulls it free, the cool metal glinting with cruel intent. your body jerks again, a useless attempt to get away, but the grip around your throat only tightens, an amused hum vibrating in his chest.

“shhh, baby,” jake coos, voice deceptively soft, “you’re shaking.”

you are. trembling beneath him, limbs twitching as every nerve in your body screams at you to run, fight, escape—but you can’t. you can’t even move.

the knife touches your cheek, the first press so light it’s almost a caress. cold steel kissing burning skin. he drags it down slowly, tracing the delicate curve with the kind of care that makes your stomach turn, like he’s savoring every second.

a choked whimper escapes you, your body thrashing in his hold, but it only makes him chuckle. the sound is low, indulgent, mocking.

“you’re so fucking stupid sometimes, baby...”

his grip on your throat eases just enough to let you suck in a ragged breath, lungs screaming for air, but before you can even process the relief, the knife presses harder. not enough to cut—not yet—but enough to make his intent clear.

his eyes darken, gaze drinking in the panic spilling across your features, the tears clinging to your lashes, the helpless tremble of your body beneath his. his smirk is lazy, taunting, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement as he tilts his head.

“you never learn, do you?”

his fingers flex around your throat again, testing, controlling. the knife tilts, pressing just a little deeper—just enough to break the skin. a thin line of warmth trickles down your cheek, slow and deliberate, as he watches with the kind of fascination that makes your stomach lurch.

you try to whimper, beg, plead— but all that comes out is a strangled, broken sound.

he laughs again, soft and cruel.

“that’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tilting the knife, watching as more red beads at the surface. “you’ll learn eventually.”

“one way or another.”

the blade presses against your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt, its edge cold, unforgiving. you flinch, body instinctively trying to curl away, but there’s nowhere to go—nowhere to hide from him.

his breath is steady, unhurried, as he drags the knife downward, slow and deliberate, tracing the shape of your body with cruel precision.

"should we take this off?" he murmurs, but the question is meaningless. a formality. he doesn’t wait for an answer—he never does.

with one sharp flick of his wrist, the fabric gives way beneath the blade, splitting open like fragile paper, exposing your skin to the cool air. the ruined pieces of your shirt hang limply, a useless barrier between you and him.

he exhales softly, like he’s savoring the moment, his free hand brushing over your newly exposed flesh with an almost reverent touch.

"i've waited for this, baby..." his voice is low, thick with something dark, something possessive.

he leans in, lips grazing the shell of your ear before his tongue flicks out, warm and wet, lapping at the tears streaking down your cheek.

you whimper, the sound involuntary, humiliating. your body betrays you in ways you don’t understand, don’t want to understand. your pulse pounds beneath his fingers, a frantic, desperate rhythm, but your limbs feel useless, heavy, caught in the sickening haze of fear and something worse—something you refuse to name.

you should feel disgusted. terrified. and you do. but you also feel something else. something undeniable, something that twists deep in your stomach and pools lower, something that makes your thighs press together instinctively.

he notices. of course, he does.

his smirk is lazy, amused, like he’s already won.

"you can’t hide from me," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the fresh cut of fabric, dipping lower, teasing, toying. "i feel you, sweetheart."

his hand presses against your lower stomach, fingers splayed, possessive.

"i always do."

your body reacts before your mind can catch up. heat coils, shame burning through you just as fiercely as fear, because no matter how much you try to deny it—

you’re his.

and he’s going to make sure you never forget it.

without hesitation, he forces you down onto the mattress, the weight of his body pressing into yours, trapping you beneath him like prey caught in the jaws of a predator. his breath, hot and ragged, fans across your skin as he buries his face in the curve of your neck, teeth sinking in without mercy. the sharp sting tears a cry from your throat, but it only seems to spur him on, his mouth latching onto the delicate flesh, sucking, biting, marking. pain and heat blend together, leaving behind cruel bruises that will linger for days.

the knife he once held, gleaming and sharp, now lies abandoned on the floor, forgotten in favor of something far more brutal. both of his hands, large and calloused, clamp around your wrists, pinning them above your head with an unforgiving grip. you struggle, but it's useless—his strength easily overpowers your feeble attempts to break free.

"s-stop... please s-stop..." your voice trembles, choked with sobs, eyes brimming with tears that spill down your cheeks. the words come out weak, broken, barely above a whisper. you twist and writhe beneath him, desperate to shake him off, but every movement only seems to make him tighten his hold, his body pressing down harder.

shame creeps into your veins like poison when a sound betrays you—a soft, involuntary moan slipping past your lips at the way his mouth works against your neck. his touch is cruel, unrelenting, yet something about it ignites a twisted sensation deep inside you, something you don't want to acknowledge. you hate it. you hate him. but your body, treacherous and weak, reacts in ways you can't control.

his lips curl against your skin, a low chuckle vibrating in his throat. he knows. he feels it. and he revels in it.

"that's more like it," he murmurs, voice dripping with sadistic amusement, his grip on your wrists tightening until it hurts. "go on, beg some more. let's see how much you really want me to stop."

the words make your stomach twist in horror, but it's already too late. you've given him exactly what he wanted—a reason to keep going.

his hands fumble urgently with your pants, tugging them down along with your panties in a rough, impatient motion. he parts your thighs, a low groan escaping his lips as he reveals your most intimate place.

"oh fuck, baby…" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he presses his mouth to your core. loud, uncontrollable moans escape you, your body trembling from the sudden, relentless pace he sets.

his tongue explores you, harsh and hungry, savoring your taste as he grunts against you, the vibrations sending cold shivers up your spine. "p-please… uh--n-no.." you stammer, but your moans betray your true feelings. you surrender, giving in to the futility of resistance. your body revels in his dominance, his control sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good," he whispers, his voice a raspy growl against your flesh.

his tongue embarks on a sinuous journey along the quivering walls of your most intimate sanctum, his hand slowly relinquishing its vice-like grip on your wrist only to plunge his fingers into your depths. the intrusion sends a wave of sensation crashing through you, drawing a raw, primal scream from your lips as your back arches sharply off the mattress, every nerve ending alight with a bewildering mix of pain and pleasure. it's overwhelming, a tempest of sensation that leaves you confused, torn between the ecstasy and the agony, unable to discern what you truly feel. Your moans morph into loud, desperate sobs as you writhe beneath him, your body a canvas of conflicting emotions. "please!" you cry out, a futile plea for mercy or release—you no longer know.

"shut the fuck up, and take what i give you," he growls, his fingers increasing their relentless pace as he withdraws his touch from your body. his eyes, dark and predatory, meet your gaze, now glazed and unfocused from the onslaught of sensation. a harsh, mocking chuckle escapes his lips, his fingers never ceasing their brutal rhythm. "so fucking stupid, look at you. wanted me to stop earlier, only to be begging for more now, huh whore?" he taunts, his fingers delving deeper, reaching places within you that ache and throb, making it increasingly difficult for you to endure. your legs curl up to your chest in a futile attempt to protect yourself, but his pace does not decrease, his assault on your senses unyielding and merciless.

the tension in your body builds as you clench desperately on his finger, the coil in your stomach tightening like a vice with each passing moment. you're balancing on the precipice, the sensation overwhelming, your eyes rolling back as your body begins to tremble from the exhilarating high that's agonizingly close. but just as you're about to tumble over the edge, he cruelly withdraws his fingers, leaving you hollow and aching. a whine escapes your lips, a primal sound born of frustration and longing, but he merely tsks, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "bitches like you get told when to cum."

he fumbles with his pants, the sound of his zipper cutting through the air like a knife. he drags them down slowly, hissing as the cold air kisses the heated skin of his thick, hard cock. ropes of precum slide down his impressive length, glistening in the dim light. he leans down, his shaft sliding up and down your slick, eager flesh, but never quite entering. you can feel the heat of him, the pulse of his arousal, and it's maddening. his hand finds your throat, his grip firm, commanding. "beg for it, whore," he growls, his voice a dark, intoxicating whisper. "tell me you want it."

your voice is barely a whisper, your words broken and stuttering from the harsh grip on your neck. "p-please… i-i w-want… more…" you manage to gasp out, your eyes watering, your body trembling. he bites his lip harshly, his eyes flashing with lust and dominance as he enters you in one harsh, brutal thrust. his grip on your neck tightens as he holds himself up, his hips moving like a piston, each thrust hard and unyielding. he throws his head back, a guttural "oh fuck!" tearing from his lips, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes wild and feral.

your body convulses with each powerful thrust, spine arching, shoulders grinding against the headboard. a symphony of creaks and groans escapes the aged wood, but you're lost in a haze of sensation, too far gone to heed the bed's protests or make him stop. your body quivers beneath him, lungs burning as his relentless rhythm robs you of breath. he doesn't seem to notice, or perhaps he just doesn't care, lost as he is in his primal dance. his guttural moans and grunts fill the air, head thrown back, tendons taut in his neck, as he ravages you with a brutal, almost punishing, pace.

abruptly, his movements still. strong arms lift you effortlessly, your body slick with sweat, and he slams you against the cold windowpane. the glass shudders under the impact, but holds, and any fear of it shattering is swiftly eclipsed by the feel of him invading you once more, harsh and demanding. a loud sob wrenches from your throat as his hand finds its way back to your neck, fingers pressing firmly into your flesh.

"you like it baby, don't you?" he growls, his breath hot on your ear, his voice a low, taunting rumble. he thrusts deeper from this new angle, his body claiming yours with a savage intensity. "fucking you here, against the window, for all the world to see. so everyone knows you're mine." his words are a dark, possessive spell, casting a sinister shadow over your writhing, entwined forms.

the notion that you would one day find yourself entwined in a carnal embrace with your stalker was utterly foreign, completely outside the realm of your wildest imaginings. fear should be coursing through your veins, every instinct screaming for you to flee, to break free from his grasp. but you know, with a cold and heavy certainty, that escape is an illusion. there's no turning back now, no retracing your steps. his grunts, primal and guttural, crescendo into loud, echoing moans, his head draped heavily on your neck as he continues his relentless, brutal rhythm.

"you're going to cum when i tell you to," he commands, feeling your body tensing, teetering on the precipice of release. but you're not sure you can hold back the flood any longer. the sensation of his thick, hard cock driving so deep into you, striking that secret, sweet spot with every merciless thrust, is overwhelming. it's a storm building, a wave crashing, and when it breaks, it's cataclysmic. you feel it coming, and it's too late to stop. you explode around him, your screams filling the room, raw and ragged, your body convulsing violently with an orgasm that feels like it's tearing you apart.

"fucking whore," he growls, his voice a low, menacing rumble, his hips never pausing, never slowing. "you wanted to cum? now you're never going to stop." his relentless abuse continues, unabated, a storm of sensation that shows no sign of ending.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ might not be everyone's cup of tea but it's mine so idc, hope you enjoyed!!

[reignpage]

Hi!! If you have the time- how would the jjk guys react to the reader giving them the silent treatment?

I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Gojo:

Would try to make you laugh at first When that doesn't work and he notices you're just getting more irritated, he'd start bribing you Buys you flowers, handbags, dresses, jewellery you name it If you're still silent, then he'll go deadly serious Would confront you in the dark, sitting on the sofa like he's been waiting for hours 'Is there nothing I can do? Are we done for good? Are you leaving me too?'

Geto:

Gets snarky Two can play that game He's not the calm and patient guy everyone thinks he is He just reacts in subtle ways Makes passive-aggressive comments But eventually will get tired, sighs and just asks you straight up what he did wrong 'Alright, what happened? Let me inside that head of yours.'

Choso:

Keeps asking you what's wrong Gets really sad and depressed Very much kicked puppy vibes Just follows you around everywhere Until you crack 'I didn't know what I did but I'm sorry. Please talk to me? I'm scared'

Toji:

LOL LMFAO ROFL This man would be soooo annoying He'd be smug as hell at first Says shit like 'It's nice to have peace and quiet here' 'You should get mad at me more often ma' BUT eventually realising you're not gonna crack He'll start to get nervous Starts cleaning up after himself Double checks to make sure the trash is out, he hasn't left any dishes in the sink, didn't miss any appointments or anniversaries etc etc Would send Megumi in to get a feel for your mood 'make yourself extra cute kid' 'ask her why she isn't speaking to me. no don't tell her I told you to. whose side are you on?'

Nanami:

Would ask you immediately if there's something wrong Is so mature and healthy it's irritating 'please communicate with me, darling. I can't apologise and fix whatever I ruined if you don't talk to me.' Eventually, he'll give you space But then you'll start feeling really bad because he'll assume that you hate him or something Like, he'll start buying sandwiches to take to work cause he thinks you won't make lunch for him like normal or sleeps on the couch eats dinner and watches shows by himself so you cave first and the smile he gives you is so worth it

Sukuna:

Doesn't notice a thing at first He isn't the type to be clingy, he's not the affectionate one, he mostly returns it So there'll just be a period of silence Until he begins to feel your absence in which case he'll seek you out and then becomes the clingy one 'it is a pleasant day out, would you care to join me for a stroll? gets sooo offended if you don't say anything 'no? would you prefer to stroll with someone else? tell me who and they will be killed. in fact, continue to remain in silence and everyone will be killed.'

Yuji:

Confused :0 asks Nobara for advice 'you're a girl, she's a girl. so tell me what's going on' 'is it the time of the month?' uses loads of different tricks to make you break performs dances and skits gets Gojo involved tries to get Megumi involved (no chance) he's so stupid you just have to cave and explain he's an idiot and he'll nod happily

Megumi:

yeahhhhhh you'll be having a silent off for days and weeks you'll both continue to co-exist in silence it's just not smart

Inumaki:

annoying as hell texts you shit like: 'when she copies you' 'ho is u good?' 'can you be original at least?' when that doesn't work he'll break into your social media or gaming accounts right in front of you and threatens to release a post pretending to be you like 'you know, hitler wasn't that bad' or an ugly picture of you then you'll have to cave and he gets so caught up in the victory, he'll accidentally post it yep, he's a dead man walking

[seat-safety-switch]

Are you now, or have you ever, been a member of the American Horticultural Society? If you answered in the affirmative to this question, there are several detectives down at the station who would like to talk with you about your activities over the last few weeks. Don't worry, I'm no snitch: I just want my shitboxes back.

Gardeners are nothing if not resourceful. If you go into a good-sized suburban backyard garden, you'll see trash cans getting used to protect plants. Old lawnmower-struck hose irrigating tender veggies. And CD-ROMs dangling everywhere, to alternatingly antagonize and beguile the crows into not eating all the cucumbers this year. I admire this kind of waste-not-have-not mentality, but sometimes it goes a little bit too far.

A couple months ago, there were some rumblings about "guerrilla gardeners." These rogue seedsfolx would roam the countryside, eyes peeled for opportunity to plant a garden on land they don't own. Upon finding old abandoned lots, sun-bleached traffic islands, and unattended flower beds, they would strike, stuffing innocent lands with their ovules. Soon, a gorgeous garden of hardy plants would be in that place. Pissed off the bylaw officers, who now had to deal with the beauteous, chaotic bounty of nature, rather than dead, brown grass when it came time to mow. I thought this was pretty funny, until it happened to me.

Do you know why they tell you not to leave your dog inside a car? Because it gets really hot inside a car. Sun goes into the windows, but the heat can't escape. We call this a "greenhouse effect." Do you know what else has a greenhouse effect? Fucking greenhouses do. One morning, I came out to my yard full of several dozen non-operable, shit-box automobiles to find that someone had jimmied the locks on each and every one of them. On the seats? Plants. Some were exotic hothouse varieties. Some were simply pretty flowers. And they were all growing strong, fed by the sunlight through the greasy windows, the controlled drip of rainwater through the rust holes in the roof, the iron-rich powder on the seats, and the humid rainforest atmosphere of my cars' interior. What was this town coming to?

I cleared this out, of course, placing the plants gently outside, where they belonged. Soon, even more exotic varietals of botanist-lust found their way into the cars to replace them. If I turned my back for a weekend, I'd be chopping a strange kind of vine that even Wikipedia says "I dunno" about. The local bylaw officer noticed, too, while trying to do one of her routine sweeps to see if she could get me on a technicality. Seeing the work of the guerrilla gardeners enraged her so much that I don't think she even noticed I started parking the Viscount in the neighbour's swimming pool to keep the interior safe from all but water lilies.

[rueclfer]

heyy there can i request some more touya headcannons? i really enjoy your way of picturing him because it’s just so canon and he’s kinda a lovely dick y’know. whatever comes to ur mind. thank u so much!!

weelll since you gave me so much freedom here r some touya as a housemate hcs ANNDD a moodboard bc i enjoy the visualization <3 since we talked abt this the other day too !! (i yapped so hard here sry sry this is so indulgent)

bakugou's and sero's version too hehe

housemates // touya todoroki

touya hates the idea of living with a complete stranger or one of his siblings, so what other option does he have other than forcing his best friend (crush) on a lease with him?

the newfound freedom definitely puts him on his ass for a few weeks. barely sleeps. eats like shit. trash is scattered everywhere. several unpacked boxes. it stays like this until fuyumi comes over to check our the place and gives you two a hard scolding to get your shit together.

more often than not, you'd end up waking up on the couch with your legs sprawled out across his lap and his upper half leaned over the couch arm rest in deep sleep. staying up so late was probably one of his favorite things about living together. being able to talk as loud as you wanted, watch movies late into the night, look over the city from your balcony- he found solitude in existing with you.

if he wasn't already codependent before moving in together, just know his ass will be GLUED TO YOU. you'd be doing work in your room and he'd barge in and flop down on your bed without a word. maybe he'd gotten a bit too comfortable.

if he's feeling extra annoying that day, he'd bring in his guitar and amp and keep asking you to rate his riffs until you entirely give up on work and give him some attention.

is it obvious his love language is quality time? not only that, gift giving too. he's like a fucking crow.

"look what i found. it's a rock. for you."

makes him soooo giddy to see your display of the rocks, feathers, and dried up flowers he picked up for you on his walk. sometimes you'd come home and there'd be a new addition to the ever growing collection.

ofc you'd return the energy in a different way. touya will not cook for himself. ever. he eats like shit as an internal rebellion against the healthy diet he was forced upon as a kid, but you will not allow that boy to rot himself from the inside out!! he can expect several tupperwares of portioned out meals with notes attached to the lids if you know he'd be home all day by himself.

"to t <3. if you don't eat every last bite i'll find out and it'll hurt my feelings and i might combust into flames or something idk don't risk it!"

i can also imagine him holding back tears whenever you ever come into his room to hand him a bowl of cut up fruit. the first time you do it he'd be speechless like jaw dropped taken aback. has he ever felt love like this??? i think not.

despite all of the kind gestures, he's still touya todoroki. hides your keys if you annoyed him that morning by rushing him in the bathroom and makes you a few minutes late to class/work. chronic door slammer. pisses with the door wide open. no sense of privacy and do not gaf to knock. always locking himself out -> i feel strongly about this like imagine coming home after a long day and he's sitting out in the hallway with a pouty face waiting for you hehehe.

i don't think he'd realize this crush until a few months after you've moved in together. how could he when you two practically already act and bicker like an old married couple?

yes- peanut butter belongs in the fridge. no- it doesn't. stop leaving your socks everywhere. you forget to flush again. stop slamming the doors. you ate my chips, didn't you? don't lie. did you really need to put the mugs up that high? (he does it on purpose, and tightens the lid to every jar too.)

it wasn't until one late evening when he comes home to find you frantically mixing a doughy substance in a large metal bowl. you never bake, but you have your own oven now, so why not?

"god, finally. help me, my arms hurt." you groan, shoving the bowl in his hands. "i think i fucked up."

he sees the hurricane aftermath of your kitchen- flour everywhere, egg shells left on the counter, every single jar imaginable opened and scattered around. he could be teasing you about the mess, but god you looked so beautiful with that stupid wrinkle in between your eyebrows as you read over the recipe, and the streaks of flour across your pant leg from wiping your hands, and the way you swipe away the stray pieces of hair falling in your face with the back of your hand- oh fuck.

he thinks he's falling in love with you.

he swallows it, but he starts acting kinda weird around the apartment.

like he's.... avoiding you?

living with his best friend whom he just so happens to develop a crush for, would eat him alive. he locks himself in his room and chain smoke out his window while he's stressing the fuck out. he told you he'd stop smoking, but he's sure you'd understand the need for it right now. he hopes you can't smell it.

i also think he'd be a stress cleaner lmaaoo he cannot sit still with his thoughts for too long, so the headphones are ON and blasting and he'll definitely use that as a scapegoat + the loud ass vacuum for ignoring you if you try to talk to him while he's on this cleaning frenzy.

you think he's sick LMAO imagine the pain he feels when you come knocking on his door and calling out that you're leaving a bowl of soup and cough medicine outside his door for him. he doesn't tell you that yeah he's sick but *not in that way*

lovesick. that boy is lovesick!!!!!!

how do you avoid your housemate while you figure out how to control your feelings?

he confesses via note that he leaves on the kitchen counter. really simple tbh nothing too extravagant, but he signs off by telling you that he's staying crashing at fuyumi's for a couple days.

you text him a string of obscenities to get his ass back home and he does (he's scared of you).

he CAANNOOTT talk about his feelings in an adult way. he is sitting on the complete opposite side of the couch, twiddling his thumbs, and staring down at his feet like a child while you reread his confession note out loud to him. you find his discomfort hilarious but endearing. he finds you unbearably insufferable.

jesus the amount of times in that apartment where he would storm off to his room whenever you two got in an argument or you pissed him off...old habits die hard, you guess, because this isn't the todoroki household anymore and you aren't scared to lose that deposit and kick a door down.

once you corner him and get him to open up about his feelings the air in the room suddenly shift!! the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining woooowww look at what good communication can do.

sharing an apartment with your BOYFRIEND is no different than sharing one with your best friend. i think he'd like to keep your separate bedrooms to have your own space, but you'll rarely sleep apart.

so! many! new! traditions!

helping him dye his hair on the first saturday of every month. biweekly horror movie marathons. counting the communal piggy bank ever couple months. trying new takeout spots until you find THE spot for every category- chinese, pizza, ramen, etc etc.

and finally, an everlasting mark on your first apartment together: a small carved out heart around your initials left on the inner corner of a kitchen cabinet done with his pocket knife on a random weekday evening while you two are cooking dinner together.

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touya tag: @moonchild701 @kaldurahms-lover @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm

[crheativity]

Hello there! I came across your blog and enjoyed reading your post about the Overblot Squad Plushie Parts. I was wondering if you would consider writing a Part 3 where the Squad discovers that their plushies have been stolen. It turns out that the culprits are their Vice Dorm Wardens - either Kalim (since Jamil is Vice Dorm Warden) or Ace (since Trey wouldn't do that). I'm curious to know how the Overblot Boys would react to this situation. Have a pleasant day/night!

SUMMARY: Someone took the Overblot Squad’s plushies! How do they react?

WARNINGS: T*cked in Riddle’s section, sorry if Malleus’ wasn’t that good, writing his was really tricky.

COMMENTS: Hehehehe as soon as I read this my immediate reaction was “oh they’re screwed.” 

Part one - Prefect making the Overblot Squad plushies of their respective Seven member - can be found here. Part two - Prefect making the plushies clothes and accessories - can be found here.

He. Is. Ticked. ALL of Heartslabyul is on lockdown until he finds whichever culprit was bold enough to steal something from him! And stealing something that his beloved made from him? Heads are going to roll.

Riddle literally stops people from leaving Heartslabyul and searches every room himself. He, unsurprisingly, finds plenty of contraband, but doesn’t find his beloved plushy anywhere. He’s almost in tears. He really doesn’t want to tell you he lost it, but all hope seems to be lost-

That is, until Ace hands back the plushy with a sheepish apology. He explains that he had to drop something off in Riddle’s room and accidentally knocked the toy into the trash can. He stole it to clean it and was gonna sneak it back. He didn’t think Riddle would notice that quickly!

Ace still loses his head, but only for a week instead of a month, since he had good intentions. Riddle remains snippy at Ace for months afterwards, though.

Walking into his room, Leona realises that something is wrong. You - or at least, the plush you made for him - is missing. He spends around an hour searching his room for it and ends up being extremely irritated when all traces of it are gone. He doesn’t want to admit to his dorm members that he actually misses it, so he tries to sleep without it for a couple of days.

This makes him even more irritated.

Eventually, he wears himself down enough to ask Ruggie what had happened to it. Ruggie groans and explains that the smell of you coming from the plush and accessories was waaay too much for any normal beastman, and that he (along with other Savannaclaw members) had gotten fed up with it and hidden them.

Leona offers Ruggie 2,000 thaumarks to return them. Ruggie doesn’t think twice. 

Azul is sobbing ALL DAY. He is INCONSOLABLE. Octavinelle is getting embarrassed at the fact that their dorm leader - the best and brightest among them - is an uncontrollable mess over the fact that his toy is missing. But what can he do? That’s his best friend, gone! He’s looked everywhere and he can’t find it! What will his Angelfish say? He can’t bear to imagine the look on your face when he tells you he lost it!

He literally pays people to help him find the toy, yet no matter how much money he throws at them and no matter how hard they look, it’s just gone. It’s almost like someone stole it… no, he can’t think like that. If someone really did steal it, he’d probably never get it back! He just wants to hide in an octopus pot.

The Tweels are torn between thinking it’s hilarious and wanting Azul to shut up already. Eventually, Jade returns the plush, explaining that he thought it was fascinating and wanted to study it closer, yet didn’t think Azul would agree. (He also wanted to see Azul’s reaction to his favourite plushy being missing.) Azul is in TEARS of RELIEF and hugging that plushy. He refuses to let it out of his sight anymore. It will go with him (almost) everywhere. Floyd thinks the whole situation is hilarious and will NOT stop teasing him about it.

Jamil at first doesn’t seem like he’s phased. However, those who know him notice the ticks; the muscles in his face twitching with annoyance whenever he’s asked to do anything and the sarcastic comments he often thinks and not says become mutters under his breath instead. He becomes a lot more aggressive in his tasks - forgoing the typical, painstaking care he usually takes for finishing his tasks quickly and shutting everyone out.

He remains this way for several days. People start to get vibes from him and avoid him, which annoys him even more. He just can’t get it out of his head. Why is he so annoyed? Is it because every time he thinks of the missing doll, he thinks of you, upset at him for losing it (whether you actually are or not)? …maybe. He won’t let himself admit it either way. 

A couple of days later, Jamil finds the doll - sitting on Kalim’s bed. He’s immediately interrogating Kalim. Kalim happily explains that in trying to help out Jamil, he decided to try and help clean his room. He knows that the doll means a lot to Jamil, so he wanted to get it cleaned for him! Jamil appreciates it but he’s also this close to losing his temper. Please, just, next time, tell him first, okay? sheesh.

Vil is going to lose his mind. His doll has gone missing. He cannot find it anywhere. He’s already torn apart his room at least three times and called every single studio he’s done a photoshoot in or acted for in the past two months, asking if anyone had seen it. Yet no traces have been found. He has a headache. 

On top of that, Rook has been acting particularly frustrating recently - constantly checking up on his mood and popping out of the most random places. It’s almost as though the universe has coordinated this on purpose.

Wait.

Upon confronting Rook, Vil finds out that his theory was correct; Rook did in fact steal the plush. Apparently, he’d “wanted to see the beauty of Vil’s yearning for the precious thing his beloved made for him,” and so he’d hidden it for a while. Vil’s this close to shaking him by the shoulders, but at least he’s got the plush back.

Pookie? Pookie is missing! Uh oh, that ain’t good. He’s gotta find him, quick. The gacha banners are about to change and he already pre-farmed the mats needed for the character he wants. How’s he supposed to hit those 0.6% odds while without the Little Guy?

He’s tearing apart his room, trying to find the skrunkly before server reset. There’s no way he would’ve taken the toy outside to touch grass, right??? So it’s gotta be in here. Except it’s nowhere to be found. 

He’s about to give in to some totally cringe behaviour - going and looking for it outside - when Ortho shows up, holding the marketable plushie. Idia is snatching it from Ortho and spinning it around the room before flopping on his bed, before realising how cringe he just was. At least he can do his gacha rolls now?

(Ortho’s really confused. He just took it to wash. Did he do something wrong-? Oh well, as long as his brother’s happy now)

As soon as Malleus discovers the plush toy is missing, the rain starts. As he continues to look and ask around for it and doesn’t find it, the rain gets worse. Eventually, NRC has a full-blown hurricane on its hands. 

The weather stays like this for a good two days. Classes have been cancelled as asking students to walk across campus in that much of a downpour would lead to a school-wide riot. And Malleus is still sulking in the corner about his missing plushie.

That is, until a sheepish Lilia surprises Malleus with the plush. He explains that it must’ve fallen in with the laundry and gone through the wash. Since the weather has been so erratic lately, it had to go through the dryer too rather than be dried by the sun, which is why no one noticed where it was for so long.

The rain instantly clears. Malleus hugs his plush and decides to take her to visit you. All is right in the world again. 

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Dating Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warning/s: mdni, mentions of insecurities

a/n: i had a stressful week and this was just sitting in my drafts. this is just a collection of random thoughts i had bcs i'm soft for chan♡ 

(i'll probably do this for every member eventually)

Chan is such a sweetheart. Expect to be hugged and pulled into his lap all the freaking time. He needs to have his hands on you somehow no matter where you are or what you're doing. Chan will give you a back hug and then pull you into him, burying his face in your hair. He loves skinship like that especially with people who bring him comfort like you do.

Chan is the type of boyfriend who will always ask if you're hungry, thirsty or cold and if you need anything at all he will stop what he was doing and get it for you. He always wants you to feel comfortable.

He is also very playful and will tease you all the time. I also feel like he is that type of boyfriend that will swoop you up and put you over his shoulders all the damn time especially while you're doing something just to get a rise out of you. He will laugh cutely as you trash around and yell at him to 'put you down or else' but you both know you're laughing too.

You become so close to his mother and sister, and you and Hannah team up to tease him together. Berry also adores you and always runs to you whenever you visit. Chan will playfully pout and sulk, saying that 'his family replaced him' but he is actually so thrilled that you get along.

He daydreams a lot about your future together, imagines you two getting married and starting a family and it makes him all giddy and giggly. Some things he's too shy to say to you directly so he puts them in songs that he writes for you.

Chan will watch every movie and listen to every song you recommend him. He wants to know what you like and why you like it so send him cute songs and tell him that they made you think of him.

Late night adventures. Driving around aimlessly as you listen to music, getting something to eat from a convenience store or a gas station. He pulls up somewhere secluded where you have the perfect view of the city. You eat, talk and look at the stars together. Kisses are shared, hands are roaming and pretty soon you end up in the backseat of the car.

Chan will take you out to dinner, bring you flowers, take you out to the arcade, to an ice cream date, to the beach, everywhere and anywhere, he just wants you to have fun together. But he will also enjoy a quiet night at home, while he works on his laptop and you're cuddled up to him reading a book.

He always puts you first, your needs above his so you have to scold him when he tells you he forgot to eat dinner. You bring him food to the studio and he's happy to see you but sad that he made you upset. You tell him you'll forgive him if he eats everything you brought him and he happily will.

Arguments with Chan would probably mostly happen when he's sleep deprived because he gets snappy then. His voice raises a little (not on purpose) but as soon as he sees tears forming in your eyes he will start apologizing. You tell him you need a few moments and obviously he does too, so he leaves to another room to cool off a little. When he comes back out, you two sit down and talk it out. You never want to go to bed angry or without resolving a fight.

No matter if you live together or you're sleeping over at each other's places you can forget about personal space. When you go to bed at night, Chan will cling onto you, he will pull you into him and hold you tight. Good luck on trying to move until the morning. Showers together because why wouldn't you wanna save water?

Absolute gentleman. Will open doors for you, move your chair, help you put your jacket on, you'll never have to carry anything heavy. He knows you can do it but he just wants to treat you like the queen you are and you better indulge him or he will sulk.

Sometimes, Chan feels insecure and nothing can make him feel better than your arms around him, his head on your chest as you gently tell him about everything you love and admire about him. He's used to always being alert and taking care of others so he'd love for you to take care of him sometimes like that, baby him a little, it lights his heart up.

Little moments when he's concentrated on something or lost in his own little world always make you gush at him and your camera is full of his cute moments, when he realizes you're filming him, he gets shy and you capture his sweet smile and cute giggles.

This man will also never give you room to doubt yourself. He will remind you every single day how much he loves you and respects you. How beautiful you are to him, every single part of you, every scar, stretchmark, anything you're insecure about he'll give extra kisses and caresses to that part of you just so you start loving yourself more.

Back hugs. Back hugs. BACK HUGS. FOREHEAD KISSES. HAND HOLDING. THIGH SQUEEZING.

Make him sleep please! He needs to rest and often pulls all-nighters but if you offer him cuddles he can't say no, he has to join you in bed.

You wear matching bracelets!🥺 And they're ones that you make by yourselves with cute colorful beads and maybe your initials and it's just so adorable!

Random cuteness agression moments where Chan can't contain all the love he has for you so he attacks you with kisses all over your face. You squeal and you both end up giggling and play-fighting. Will also tickle you every chance he gets. You're never safe from Chan the tickle monster. (He just loves touching you and loves seeing you laugh, deal with it.)

Okay but your mom will love him so much. He's the type of boyfriend that will treat your mom like his own. Anything she needs help with, he will help no questions asked. She's already calling him her son-in-law.

You need help fixing something around the house? Chan is your man. Just imagine those arms of his as he's working on something, wearing just a tanktop. (😩)

You can talk to him about anything really, he loves to listen to you ramble about your friends or work, sometimes he starts teasing you in the middle of your rambling, repeating what you're saying or reacting dramatically. You smack his thigh or arm and whine that he's not taking it seriously. He just laughs at you and promises to listen seriously with a goofy face.

But when it comes to actual serious issues, you can really rely on Chan. He will hold your hand and caress you as you tell him your worries. He'll listen without interrupting, letting you vent to him. When you're done he will do everything he can to comfort you, motivate you, make you feel better, help you get through whatever you're struggling with.

Talks about you all the time, he's so proud to be yours and he's just infatuated with you. Giggles to himself when he thinks about you. He just adores you so much.

[holylulusworld]

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3)

Summary: He ruins what you had...

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, Ari being a douche for a moment, sad reader, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy scare, mentions of being unemployed, money problems (implied), remorse, we love Bear

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (2)

A/N: I added the first details of the following request to this part.

Your days off flew by faster than you wanted. Ari and you spend every moment together, lots of cuddling and sex included.

Before you knew it, you called your boss to quit your job. Ari told you more than once that he wants you to stay – forever.

He seemed to be adamant about keeping you around. And you, well you, wouldn’t want to leave him, his cabin, and Bear for all the money in the world.

It was the first time in your life that you got the feeling you found your haven, a place where you belong, and are wanted.

“Ari,” you call for your lover and maybe future boyfriend. “Baby? Do you want to join me for a walk? We could take Bear too.”

Ari doesn’t answer. He came back from another grocery run half an hour ago. Ari didn’t say much. He simply carried all bags inside, and even ignored when Bear nuzzled his leg.

Assuming he had another encounter with the, in his words, annoying town folk, you snicker. Ari just hates having too many people around. You don’t know what happened, but he likes staying to himself – hence the cabin in the middle of nowhere.

A minute passes by, and another without a word from Ari. You sigh and decide to help him unpack the groceries. Winter is close, and Ari wants to restock his pantry.

“Ari?” You walk inside the kitchen, smirking as Ari is busy cleaning the counter. Last night you had sex on it, and you didn’t have the time to clean it yet. He huffs and snatches your panties from the ground to throw them into the trash can.

“Shit everywhere…” He mutters, still not looking at you. “Everywhere…”

“Can I help you?” You step closer to Ari, to hug him from behind and rest your head against his back. “We ruined it together. Let me lend you a hand.”

“Christ, can you leave me alone for five minutes?” He raises his voice, making you flinch. “It feels like you’re breathing down my neck all the time. Sometimes, a man needs time on his own. You’re suffocating me! Why are you so clingy all the time.”

You stiffen and immediately drop your arms. Stepping away from Ari, you feel like someone punched you in the guts. Not days ago, he told you again that he wanted you to stay forever, and now, Ari is telling you he hates having you around.

“Alright,” you try not to choke on the tears welling up in your eyes. “I’ll leave you to…cleaning.”

Ari huffs when you run out of the kitchen, and upstairs. He believes you’ll give him space and come back down later to join him for breakfast.

Bear whines as he looks at his owner. The Estrela Mountain Dog dips its head to watch its owner angrily scrub the kitchen counter. “Not now, Bear. I had a shitty day. My fucking ex-wife called, that blood-sucking bitch…”

“Shoes, pants, wallet,” you sniffle while throwing all of your belongings into your backpack. You wipe your eyes and choke out a sob. How could you believe Ari wants more from you than sex? Of course, he’s already bored and wants you gone. “That’s all.”

Ari left the house to go for a walk with Bear some time ago. This way, you don’t have to say goodbye. You’ll just sneak out and find your way back to civilization and loneliness.

Grabbing your backpack, you sigh. For a few weeks, you believed you found a home. Now you know better. No man can be trusted. Especially not the kind looking like he came right out of a wet dream.

You slowly walk out of the room, not looking back. If you turn around, you’ll break down and cry. That’s the last thing Ari wants, a whiny and desperate woman clinging to him. Maybe he even believes after you quit your job for him that you are after his money.

Shaking your head, you decide to not think of him any longer. It was great while it lasted. You had a great time and awesome sex. You’ll remember your time with Ari for what it was – a late summer fling.

“Y/N? Uh—I’m back. Listen,” Ari jogs upstairs to apologize for his earlier outburst. He was angry after hearing from his ex-wife after so long. The last thing he wanted was to yell at you. “Baby? I’m sorry for yelling. It’s just that…”

Ari stops in his tracks. He gasps when he finds the bedroom empty. “Y/N?” He rubs his scruffy chin. Something is wrong. All of your clothes are gone. Even the ones you carelessly dropped to the ground when you jumped at him to suck him off last night. “Baby?”

Bear trots inside the room. The huge dog whines loudly as you are nowhere to be found.

“Do you think she’s shopping?” Ari asks his dog. He furrows his brows as Bear lies down, and whines again. “Fuck…no…fuck!”

Sitting down on the bed, he buries his face in his hands. He screams your name, angrily stomping his feet. “I fucked up big time!”

Ari aimlessly drives around the area. He searches his property, every inch of it. In town, no one saw you, and you’re not answering your phone.

“Bear, I don’t even know where she’s living,” Ari hits the brakes hard when he sees someone walking along the road. He cranes his neck, only to see the cashier from the store in town wave at him. “Not her.”

He slams his hands on the steering wheel, cursing himself for ruining the best thing ever happening to him. “She’s gone, and it’s all my fucking fault.”

The first days back at your old place felt wrong—just wrong. You missed Ari's scent and his voice. You barely slept, not only because you felt like your heart got ripped out, but also because you found yourself in desperate need of a new job.

How foolish of you to quit your job for some guy you met not weeks ago.

“Fucking idiot,” you call yourself a needy and stupid bitch. “Only because his dick was good, you fucked up your career and will lose your apartment. Loser bitch. This is so typical of you.”

Four weeks have passed, and you feel numb. Not only did you not get your job back, but you’ve got another problem, and your time with Ari left more than a bad taste in your mouth.

Hot tears run down your cheeks, realizing you took too many risks by giving in to the charming and sexy man. Again, you tell yourself that you should’ve known better.

“Bear, come on,” Ari urges his dog. He finally found a trace of you. It took him almost six weeks to find out more about you, and your life. All he knew was your name. Nothing else was important while you were still around. Ari told himself, he could ask questions later and enjoy the blooming relationship you built. “We got to find her.”

Bear barks as Ari tugs at the dog leash. He sits down and whines loudly. “Stop making a fuss, you big beast. We have a job to do. Get up.”

The Estrela Mountain Dog remains where he’s seated. “What’s wrong with you?” Ari shakes his head. “We finally found her, and now you keep me from going to her?”

Ari huffs as his dog jumps up. Bear wags his tail and barks loudly. The dog suddenly starts running to chase after someone.

“Bear! Wait! Wait up!” Ari runs after his dog, dodging people here and there. “You stubborn beast. WAIT!”

Bear suddenly stops. Jumps at someone, making Ari yell his dog’s name louder.

“No! Stop attacking people. What are you doing?” His heart stops for a second watching Bear nuzzle your belly. The huge beast is whining for your attention as you carefully pat his head. “Bear, you beast found her!”

While you crouch down to wrap your arms around Bear, his owner steps closer. He watches you pat his dog while trying to find the words to apologize.

“There you are,” Ari huffs. “You must love watching me chase you.” He steps closer to grab Bear’s dog leash. “We will discuss your behavior on our way back.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You get back up to glare at Ari. “You wanted your freedom and silence back. I gave you what you wanted.”

You turn to leave, ignoring Bear whining louder. “I didn’t want you to leave. Y/N, I was having a bad day and yelled at you. I’m sorry.” Ari puts his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off. “We could’ve talked things out, but you just ran. I needed weeks to find you. How could you just leave me?”

“How could you treat me like an intruder and a liability?” You snap at Ari. “All the time you told me to stay, and I believed you. I quit my job for you, only to get kicked out!”

“Y/N, I did not kick you out!” He growls. “You left! I came back and wanted to apologize, only to find you gone. I was scared to hell and back! Do you know how many nights I asked myself if you are still alive?”

You shrug. “You have a life to go back to, Ari. I suggest you enjoy your solitary, and I’ll take care of…” Biting your tongue, you look at the envelope in your hands. “Whatever.”

“Y/N,” he whispers your name when you are about to walk away. “Please. Let’s go somewhere else, and have a coffee. We can talk and fix this. It was all just a misunderstanding.”

Ari looks around the area, frowning as his eyes drift toward the building you left.

“There’s nothing to fix.” You want to walk away, but Bear blocks your path. “Bear, no!”

“A doctor?” Ari sucks in a breath. “Y/N. Baby, are you sick? Fuck.” Ari wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. “How do you feel? What is wrong with you?���

You take a deep breath and say, “I’m pregnant…”

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[suikung]

yandere bully itachi x shy mute student, he always picks on her and when he see’s her smiling at another guy he drags her to an empty classroom and fucks her. he says stuff like this is all her fault and because she cant speak she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone he did this.

(noncon + dacryphilia)

Quiet

Bully Itachi x Mute Reader

For the sake of the fic reader can still make noise just not speak

Hell, your own personal hell was what the academy was for you. From the moment you step foot in Konaha Academy, your head hung low avoiding any possible eye contact with anyone but especially him. Itachi Uchiha. Heart throb of the school but bully to you. And it made no sense, you were mute, no possible way of offending the Uchiha for him to act this way towards you. He constantly sent people for you, having them trash your desk in your upcoming class, pour food or drinks on you by “accident”, or leave nasty notes in your back pack. They never stopped and you couldn’t even speak up. Not just because of your condition but no staff would believe the perfect Uchiha would be capable of such things.

It was almost the end of the day and you had managed to avoid Itachi for most of it. This last week was an unusual one. He had dimmed down his antics on you and just constantly watched you. In the classes you both shared, his eyes stared almost straight through you, it was strange. But it didn’t matter to you, because he wasn’t being a bother. Plus you had made a friend. Some who knew sign language and could communicate with you.

A boy in your anatomy class, Genma. You both were paired together for a group project when suddenly he signed and spoke hello you. It widened your eyes a bit, never had someone properly signed to you. So you tested the waters, signing if he knew the language well. And he did. A smile spread so wide on your face it looked painful. The rest of the class went by smoothly, you both even exchanged contact details at the end. This was on Monday and it was now Friday. You had a differing schedule Wednesday through Friday so you didn’t have anatomy with Genma. Which was why you were currently waiting at your locker for him. Replacing and adding a few books and papers into your bag. Suddenly two hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Boo! Did I scare ya? Sorry to keep you waiting, Tsuanade-sama just kept blabbering on like usual and dismissed us late.” It was Genma, you relaxed a bit upon hearing his voice. Turning around to face him with a frown on your face. ‘Not nice’ you signed. He could only laugh at your forced frown, he knew you didn’t mean it. “Yeah yeah, here I’ll make it up to you by carrying your bag to class”. Taking your bag, he swung it around his shoulder, beginning your walk to the next class. It was silent between the two of you. However you couldn’t help but look at Genma and smile. It had taken a while but you had finally made a real friend.

What you didn’t know is Itachi had seen everything, the way that animal has given himself permission to touch you, to touch your things, to receive a smile, meant for him, from you. He could only clench his fists as he watched you both walk away, but this time he’d make sure you remembered that the only man in your life should be him.

The bell had rung, school was dismissed but you always stayed an extra hour to do homework. Everyone had gone home except for the sports people but they were outside not inside. Itachi knew this, it was perfect for him. No one would be able to save you from the lesson he was about to teach you.

The door opened, catching your attention but not enough to break focus from your work. Most likely the teacher coming to collect things they’d left behind. But no teacher would have locked the door behind them. Panicked you look up, only to see him standing there.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, seriously have you been avoiding me today?” He turned his head innocently locking eyes with you. You could only begin to pack your things, but before you could reach the door Itachi pulled you back. “I don’t think so. We have a few things to talk about. Well it’s more I have a few things to say.” Was he really going as far as bullying you after school? Before you knew it he had you pinned to the wall, head down to avoid seeing his face, but it only angered it more that even right in front of him you’d still chose to ignore him. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” His hand coming from below, forcing your head up. “You think I did all this to you because I hate you? You never once came to me to try to get me to stop.” It was silent, he only stared at you before kissing. There was no way for you to get out of this, his tongue attacked your mouth while you tried to push him off.

His hands began to roam your clothed body, slender fingers wrapped around a kunai used to cut the front of your shirt. Your breast now on display for him to feel. But it quickly became a nuisance how your bra obstructed the full view and quickly that was cut through. “See how much better you look like this.” Tears began to form in your eyes, hands coming up to protect your dignity. “Come on let me see your pretty tears, they’re one of the main reasons of course I had those things done to you.”

He pulled you off the wall and pushes you face down onto the desk in the very front of the classroom. Your hands are pinned behind you, Itachi using all his force to keep you down. With his free hand he rubs the back of your thighs, slowly moving up to grope your ass and finally your clothed pussy. Squirming as much as you could but in the end he was stronger than you. “You did it on purpose didn’t you. Smile right in my face with him. Did you want my attention so bad (Y/n)?” You could only shake your head.

Your denial angered Itachi. He pulled down your pants leaving you only in underwear and a ripped shirt. “Deny all you want but I’ll show you right now who you fucking belong to.” Flipping you around, you could now see the deranged look in his eyes. A terrifying look of determination was plastered on Itachi’s face opposite to yours full of tears and terror. He know stood in between your legs, hands bundled up above you. Slowly he started he came down, kissing you on your lips moving down to your neck where he licked and sucked the junction of your neck. Marking his territory as he moved around. A string of kisses led him down to your breast where he wrapped his tongue around your nipple. Alternating between sucking, licking, and biting. His free hand came up to your other nipple, rolling and pinching it within his thumb and index finger. A small moan came from you, inevitable with two forms of pleasure jolting through you.

He stopped, did you just make a sound? No matter he’ll drag more of them out of you. His assault on your breast didn’t last long before he continued kissing a trail down your stomach before he stopped right infront of your pussy. His hand now let go of yours but became settled on your thighs holding you down. Two fingers came to rub your clothed clit, Itachi’s eyes fixed on you to watch your reactions. You cried and tried to close your legs but him being in between you did not make him easier. Your tears making him so aroused and impatient for the moment he would bury himself within you.

He moved to the side your panties, slowly pumping in one finger, the sheer wetness made it easier for him to go in. The betrayal of your body evident, guilt coursed through your veins from having such a reaction to the man that bullied you and was now having his way with you. With his middle finger inside of you, his thumb took on the role of teasing your clit. His pace quickening as he added in his ring finger. With every second he maintained this pace, more moans could be heard from you. Slowly but steadily you could feel it building inside of you, the knot tenser and tenser in your stomach. “I can feel you tensing up your thighs. You’re close aren’t you. Come on let it out, no one’s gonna be able to hear you anyway.” With his defiling words you came, a moan slightly above a whisper. Body tense in one moment to completely relaxed.

Within your post-orgasm state you could hear his zipper coming down. You tried to quickly pick up off the desk but he was faster than that, pinning you back down. Your hands took their place above your head again. One hand grabbing yours and the other freeing his cock. Terrified, you couldn’t even see the size of what would be going into you. “You came now it’s my turn.” With that he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Your mouth open as if you were screaming with only a feeble sound escaping. Giving you no time to adjust, he slammed his hips into you. Both of his hands now lay rest on your hips, holding you tightly as to not move. He went deep, swearing you could feel it in your stomach. It hurt more than anything, you could only close your eyes and try to disassociate from this. But he wouldn’t let that happen. “Open your eyes, let me see your pretty tears.” He pinched your sides until you finely looked at him.

He loved it, he loved seeing you disheveled under him, crying because of him and his cock. This was your fault you provoked him and now you’re paying the price. The pain slowly started to subdue, Itachi’s cock grazing that soft spot inside of you. Each thrust in pushes a soft groan out from both of you. You were so tight around him he couldn’t help but start to speed up. He was close, and it wasn’t helping how your teary eyes sparkled. You were almost begging him to come inside of you without saying a thing.

“I’m thinking I leave my mark inside of you. How does that sound? Marked inside and out by me.” You shock your head furiously, hands pushing at his chest to get him out of you. He was crazy, and he kept finding ways to torture you. Your attempts proved futile against him. “This’ll be our little secret yeah? So don’t go telling anyone”. He laughed at his mockery, before finally spilling himself in you. His cum painting your walls. Itachi went in and out a few more times before pulling out his softening cock. Sweat decorated his forehead alongside a smile. He managed to change in a flash, already at the door by the time you got up from the desk. Itachi stopped before opening the door, “Next time, don’t go showing other men that pretty smile.”

And he was gone, leaving you naked with only his seed spilling out of you as you stood upright.

[silentheiss]

Okay okay but what if Shang Qinghua dared Shen Qingqiu to say “I love you” to everyone he sees within a week in exchange for a new trash novel he wrote or smth, and SQQ agreed, thinking it’ll be easy and then he meets Liu Qingge and goes you’re such a great friend i love you qingge and LQG straight up kills the nearest thing to him (luckily it’s just bamboo).

He does the same to Yue Qingyuan and poor man just starts crying. Mu Qingfang feverishly checks him for demon possession. Ming Fan blushes so hard he gets a nosebleed. Ning Yingying just preens and smiles.

Luo Binghe, whom SQQ didn’t include in the list, because clearly his husband is aware of his feelings, leaves a tray of sulky mushrooms everywhere he goes, demonic qi so fucking deadly it’s boiling the air around him. Nobody notices, though, ‘cause Shen Qinqiu is confessing love left and right and it’s waaay more groundbreaking

[star-suh]

Make You Mine

Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader

cw: sub top haechan, power bottom reader, mentions of blood, sacrifice, marking, bareback, multiple rounds, nipple play, breeding, spit swallowing, slapping, rough sex, feminization, hair pulling, spanking,

an: inspired by madison beer's make you mine mv and the movie jennifer's body.

yn has always been the outcast at the university, the mean boys of his class always bullied him, throwing away his things in the trash or even to the point of physical violence. in that group of bullies is haechan, yn’s crush, but he doesn’t do anything to stop his friends for harming him. he’s that typical angel like face boy who claims he’s a good one but it’s just a farce, a mask he puts on when others are around. “i love you but i hate you” yn regrets every night recalling the memories of his crush. one night while walking towards his house from the convenience store yn is abducted by some guys that put a clothe with some liquid on his mouth. he tried to scream for help but not a single sound came from his mouth, they then put him inside a black van.

he then wakes up tied to a tree surrounded by candles and a big pentagram, “what the hell” he says while feeling dizzy, “what’s happening?”. “oh hey he is awake” one of the guys tell to the others and that’s when yn realizes that the guys that kidnapped him were his bullies and in between them is haechan, “are you scared, little lamb?” one of them asks. “w-what?..” yn starts to get desperate, the tight ropes burning on his skin, “let me go.. this .. this isn’t f-funny” he starts to panic and yell for help. “shush” one of them put his index finger on yn’s mouth, “we need you come on, don’t let us down”, “need me for what?”goosebumps take over his body, the fear intensified when one of them pulls out a dagger, “you see we want money, cars, the chicks but none of that would come to us if we keep being like this, studying doesn’t take you nowhere” he points the dagger towards yn “unless you have someone that can move his influences for you to get something so.. we choose the easy way” he licks the dagger and immediately afterwards he stabs yn “a deal with the devil, we just needed a virgin so you were the perfect choice” he pulls out the object and as if it was a fountain blood splashed everywhere, some of it even falling on haechan’s shoes. each one took turns to stab yn, he was trying to tell them something but he couldn’t, the pain was unbearable. they basically showered in his blood but not forgetting to place 5 cups full of his blood on each point of the pentagram. once again, as always yn felt disappointed in haechan as he died slowly, he was just there watching how his friends were having the time of his life killing an innocent…

next day in class the gang of bullies were acting as if nothing happened but haechan was the only one feeling preoccupied, the guilt was eating him. the door opens and what they saw made their skin crawl in fear, it was yn but not the same shy outcast yn, he was.. hot?. his hair was styled differently leaving his forehead uncovered, his clothes weren’t baggy anymore they were tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, it also showed them he was hiding a big ass down there, “that’s a big cake” one of the bullies murmured despite feeling fear. yn saw them and smiled at them, leaving them with their mouths open.

wanting to know what happened to him, who was supposed to be bug’s food by now, the gang of bullies decided to have a one night stand with him and get as many answers as possible out of him. something yn has already thought about so it made it easier for him to plot a revenge against them.

the next few weeks each one of the bullies disappeared ’’’’mysteriously’’’’, their bodies were found near the forest or in old abandoned houses. the first and only theory by now is that they were attacked by some wild animal due to their ripped bodies by what it seems are claws and razor sharp fangs, so all the town decided to hunt these so called monster, not knowing the real one was among them. haechan suspected from yn because the only ones dying were the ones who took part in that ritual, and he was the next and last one of the gang. he avoided yn all he could, he even sleeps with a gun next to his bed now, how did he got it? no one cares. one day he decided to follow yn after classes to try to confirm his suspicions. yn was moving further and further away from the city and into the abandoned houses where one of his friends was found. haechan enters the same house yn entered and carefully to not make any sound he pulls the gun out and points it at anything that made a sound. his hands were shaking, fear taking over his body, “hey haechan” yn abruptly greeted him, making him shoot at him, “be careful with that, stupid” yn said with some anger in his tone.

“i know you’re the one behind that killing spree” he blurted out, “you’re supposed to be dead” he yells at yn “what are you?”.

“i’m yn silly. well… a better version of him actually” the calmness of his voice sending shivers down haechan’s spine “thanks to those bastards you used to call friends” he laughs “they did something good in their life at least” he walks towards haechan, “stop or i’ll shoot” he says desperately. yn storms towards haechan putting the cold metal of the gun right at his chest “i dare you to do it, but would you be able to?” his iris turning white and his pupil into a slit like when a feline is chasing a prey “thought so” haechan can feel the disappointment in his voice “you’re just a pussy haechannie” he takes a deep breath and yells “you’ve never been able to do something on your own” slapping haechan’s hand making him throw the gun away. haechan falls to the floor and crawls away from yn “what the fuck are you?” he asks once again, yn crouches down and starts to walk sensually in all fours, chasing haechan “you’re stupid ass friends offered me in sacrifice thinking i was a virgin but i wasn’t” haechan’s back hits against a wall and yn corners him, his face now on the side of haechan’s “you shouldn’t assume other’s sexual life, channie” he whispers.

haechan felt mesmerized, was he wrong for liking this side of yn?, maybe this is his punishment for not doing anything to stop his friends bullying yn. he was ready to be ripped into pieces to death but instead he felt kisses?, yn’s lips latched against his neck already leaving hickeys on it. “w-what” he moaned, “all this foreplay made me so horny haechannie” yn admits putting his hand on haechan’s growing bulge, “it wasn’t a foreplay dumb bitch i was trying to kill you” yn talks back. “seeing you trying to act all manly fuckkkk… my ass is itching for you and your friend here looks like he wants it too” he grabs the bulge hard drawing a loud moan out of the other’s mouth…

“you’re being such a good boy channie” yn spoke while riding haechan’s rock hard cock, “hmm?” haechan asks, his face buried in between yn’s chest sucking his nipples, “yeah” yn reassures. haechan also grabs yn’s dick and put it against his toned abs so he can rub it there while he rides, “those abs are making my dick feel so good channie, i wanna paint them in white”, “please” he begs already falling into submission.

“be a fucking man and pound me hard” yn demands slapping haechan’s cheek, haechan’s pace grow faster and faster, his dick reaching parts no one has ever reached before “yes yes right there! fuhh..” he lets out all the air, feeling haechan brushing his prostate. “fuck i’m gonna cum” haechan cries, emptying his load inside yn, after he rode his high he tries to pull out but yn clenches his hole hard with a superhuman strength, not letting the other’s dick to go away “we’re not done here” he licks his lips “demon pussy isn’t satisfied by just one load”.

yn rides once again haechan while spitting inside his mouth and haechan swallows it with no complaints, he was so ass drunk that the only thing that crosses his mind is to satisfy yn’s needs. “uff, yeahh… i’m gonna milk you dry channie” yn plays with his nipples and then with haechan’s, “give me your next load” he sits hard and faster and on top of that he grips again with that superhuman strength he apparently possess now overwhelming haechan in the process who couldn’t take it anymore and just lets out his sperm inside him once again. the next hours yn kept milking him until not even pre-cum came out of him, some times haechan tries to take control by pulling yn’s hair or spanking him until his ass is bright red but somehow yn always manages to take back the control and made him writhe and cry in pleasure. their hair sticking on their foreheads due to the sweat, the beads of it rolling down their bodies, especially on haechan’s abs they’re so perfect that yn could pass a whole day licking them non-stop. for the last load haechan fucked yn in a roast chicken position so he can have an easy access to his cum-filled hole. his thrusts churned the sperm inside and also caused some delicious gushy wet sounds, “yeahh keep filling this pussy up, use your own cum as lube” he pouts. after some final nasty words the last load from haechan’s balls were deposited on yn’s cumdump hole and after a kiss haechan falls tired on top of yn’s body.

haechan’s life has been spared by yn but in return he has to find new victims or at least a way to suppress yn’s hunger for human flesh and also let him use him as his human dildo, something that he didn’t mind because the sex was good and his dick feels amazing inside yn’s warm demon pussy.

[mapileonxputellas]

Beckham II: 2 That Day

Part 2 is here!!!!!

Short one for this part but I think some context is needed before I bring us back to the present day!

Hope you enjoy! Also in this the third place game doesn't exist.

(Part 1 can be found here x)

2nd July 2019, England vs USA, World Cup Semi-final

25th minute – 1 - 1

“This is a real battle out there isn’t it Sue?” Jonathon Pearce broadcasted to the UK, all eyes on the England team trying to defeat the US. Though they had gone behind very early on, an Ellen White leveller had brought them back onto even terms.

“It certainly is, you can see how much this means to all the players out there. None of this England team have ever experienced an occasion like this before but they seem to be carrying that emotion well.”

Out on the field it felt like an out of body experience. Before this the biggest game you’d played in would have to be a substitute appearance in an FA cup final, now you were starting the semi final at a World Cup. You were 19 and felt like the whole world was watching you.

At the start of the tournament you hadn’t been expecting to start but when Jill Scott picked up an injury in the round of 16 you’d stepped into the starting position next to Keira and never looked back. Receiving praise back at home for the level-headed game you played but still managed to bring out that touch of David Beckham in you.

It was a free-kick in the quarter-final that really brought you to the forefront of the nation. A slick ball which soared into the top corner of the net leaving their goalkeeper stranded and left everyone open-mouthed at home. You were never a nobody but now you were here to stay. Your Instagram following doubled and whenever you left the hotel in the past week the camera had never left you. The pressure was on.

“Fucking hell.” You swore coming up to take a corner for England nestled into the corner of the ground flooded with US fans.

“Nepotism trash!” “Daddy not here to hold your hand!” “Can’t even kick a ball!” “Weak!” “Spineless!”

The insults were flying in from every angle, everything was covered in the thirty seconds you had to wait to take the corner, of course your dad was mentioned but so was your appearance in the media. Newly turned 19 and yet it seemed like you were still the five-year-old girl who had her father carry her everywhere. Everyone just presumed you were an innocent little baby who couldn’t put in a tackle, you hated it.

But now was not the time to let that frustration out. Now was game time when nothing else mattered.

Your in-swinging corner found Millie on the edge of the 6-yard box but she couldn’t quite get the connection on it to trouble Naeher, instead giving her an easy catch but you could feel it coming.

The only problem is now there was now a break on. A quick release from the goalkeeper had set Lavelle free, Keira had stayed back but you couldn’t leave her one on one with Morgan in the centre.

You had one second to make a decision.

One second to work out how to stop her. You could try and get further back but you knew you had to stop it at source.

You were known for your pace so you had no trouble getting back to her but Lavelle was known for her trickery and skill.

In your head you made the best decision you could. You followed the rules you played football by and trusted your instinct.

That was where the world as you knew it slowly began to fade away.

“Oh that’s a nasty one from Beckham there and Lavelle seems seriously hurt.”

You thought it was clean, in fact you were sure of it. The contact with the ball was clear sending it flying out of play, you didn’t touch her other than her leg coming into yours as she came over the top of you and yet as she rolled around on the floor it was like the opposite had happened.

Suddenly you were surrounded by players in red, all screaming at you. “What the fuck did you do that for?” “Learn that one from your daddy did you?”

Millie came to stand in front of you, trying to block you from the players as Steph and Lucy surrounded the others at the referee.

“She didn’t touch her.” Millie defended you. “Tell your own player to stop cheating.”

You thought that would be the end of it. Tempers flared, emotions were high and you would get on with the match again. When the referee reached into her pocket you were convinced it was to calm everyone down, a booking usually helped to send a message out but when you saw it was red and it was flashed in your direction it was like time stopped.

“It’s a red card for Beckham, just like her father that name has once again come back to haunt England.” Jonathon commentated. “It’s a long way back for them here.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. “Go and have a look yourself.” Millie shouted at the ref to overcome the noise in the stadium. “It was a clean tackle, she didn’t touch her.”

“The contact was enough to endanger the opponent. It’s reckless, dangerous and that it is a red card.”

“VAR has got to overturn this.” Sue Smith pointed out. “She’s nowhere near her opponent, it’s not even a yellow card.”

“When you make a challenge like that you bring about a decision from the ref.”

“But that’s what VAR is here for, to show the referee what actually happened. Beckham has arguably been one of the players of the tournament and yet she could be remembered for just this moment.”

It could have been minutes, it must only have been thirty seconds that you stood there. Waiting for some to tell you it had all been a big mistake. Apologies would come and you’d be able to restart the game.

Instead VAR confirmed the red card. You’d been sent off in the most important game you’d ever played in, maybe would ever play in.

This time though it felt like the impact hit you immediately, looking back it was probably the reason you hated showing any emotion now. Your teammates tried to comfort you as the tears started to come but the guilt was already too much, you couldn’t bare to be around anyone right now so pulling your shirt over your face you walked back inside. Every step towards that sideline felt like you were wading through quick sand, the boos from the US side ringing in your ear as you tried to head to the tunnel.

Before the match had begun your brother had FaceTime’d you, at the time you imagined looking up at them at the final whistle, perhaps celebrating with them. Now you couldn’t face looking where you knew they would be sat. The disappointment from yourself was too much to handle right now never mind disappointing your idol, your father.

You can vaguely remember Karen Carney coming out to meet you on the touchline, a kiss being pressed to your head and a little muttering of “keep it together” in your ear. Maybe it was for the best that everyone else was busy trying to reshuffle the pack a few sympathetic faces were thrown your way but you knew football didn’t have time for sentiment. Maybe it was also for the best that Phil didn’t even look your way, your favourite kitman met you to head back into the changing rooms with you but the rest didn’t even bat an eyelid at you.

It was only when you got inside, when you were all alone that the emotion fully came out.

The anger, the pure sadness, the hatred you felt towards yourself. It started that day and it felt then like you’d received a life sentence. A life sentence hating yourself.

……

“Phil, a lot happened out there today. Can you tell us your overriding emotions right now?”

“Oh I’m just proud of every dingle girl out there who competed to the very end. They gave it their all tonight and this result shouldn’t tarnish their pride in themselves or in each other. They stuck in the game when it seemed like other people threw it away.”

“We can’t shy away from Y/N Beckham, what were your thoughts?”

“As football players we know that every tackle we put in can lead to a card and she made that decision. It’s hard because I know the talent is in there but talent can’t be everything.”

“Do you think it should have been a red?”

“Like I said the referee was put in a position where she had to make the decision. We can all wish for different outcomes on the pitch but sometimes we just have to accept them.”

“How is she doing now?”

“As a team we are all very disappointed right and I think it’s the team we should be focusing on right now.”

“Fucking bullshit.” If this was your own bedroom perhaps you would have thrown the remote at the TV, instead you calmly had to just turn it off.

Maybe it wasn’t the best decision to turn on the TV when you got back to the hotel room. England had lost in the end, going 2-1 down to an Alex Morgan winner, they’d given it there everything but it just wasn’t enough.

In the two hours since the game finished you couldn’t count the number of times you’d cried. Firstly on your own, then with some of the girls, then on your own again on the bus and yet not a single word had been said. You knew you’d never be able to say sorry enough times and they knew it was no use telling you anything right now. Though you were crying it was almost as if you were blank inside, you couldn’t take in anything else right now. Your usual spot on the bus next to Keira was left vacant, instead you found a little corner and tried to kid yourself and other that you were asleep when how could you be with all the thoughts swirling in your mind.

Your phone lay switched off on the other side of the room, that interview being the first real insight you’d got into any opinions on the matter. He was right, he might not have said it outright but it was obvious he blamed you. When Phil brought you in for your first senior camp fans were concerned about favouritism but if anything it was the opposite. He had this almost saintly view of your dad and you would never be anything compared to him.

You knew he would be worried, he tried to protect you from everything growing up but now he was powerless. Yet even knowing that you couldn’t bring yourself to switch the phone on, answer any of the messages or calls you’d received before you turned it off on the couch.

It was all too much.

…..

The plan was always for you to spend the 2 weeks you had off after the weekend in the south of France, a quaint villa in the middle of nowhere which you’d had since you were a child. This place was one of the only true places you could just be yourself. You could vividly remember the holidays there once a year being the only time you felt truly free. Your father would spend every second of the day just being a father and your mother could show you her true self, the fun and carefree woman she was away from the pressures of the public eye. This was the place where yourself, Brooklyn and Romeo would spend hours on the beach with a ball and jumpers for goalposts, where you all taught Cruz to ride a bike and Harper to swim. This place meant so much to you.

It felt wrong to tarnish this place with the thoughts you had right now.

That’s why when you touched down in London the following day instead of rushing back to your apartment to pack and meet your family at the airport, you sat, staring at the clock. Time passed, they would have waited for you to arrive and slowly realised you weren’t coming. They would probably be worried and it was for that reason only that you finally turned your phone on. The messages flooded onto your lock screens, dozens of missed calls came through but you ignored them all simply sending a message to your mum claiming you were fine and didn’t want any company right now, only one of those statements being true.

Maybe you should have expected the phone call that immediately came up from your father but they also should have expected your immediate response, decline.

You always thought you were quite strong about the media. You’d grown up with famous parents, you sadly were used to comments about every aspect of yourself from your appearance to the way you spoke. In your time at Chelsea you’d had your fair share of stick from the fans about your place in football but before this you’d proved everyone wrong.

People called you dumb, you passed all your exams and were studying part time for a degree.

People commented on your appearance, your friends and family’s comments opposed that.

United fans taunted you in an FA cup match, you stuck the ball in the top corner and celebrated right in front of them.

All those times you’d known they were wrong and could do something about it. All that media training and yet in that moment you broke the number one rule and opened Twitter.

The results were more horrendous than you ever could have imagined. Not only were there comments about your performance, but they also came for your family, your friends, yourself. The death threats were constant, every other comment on an article link were suggesting this was punishable in unimaginable ways.

Instagram though more concentrated felt worse when you checked a post from your best friend outside of football, comments were left under her post for even just being associated with your name. Taunting her, taunting you and threatening the both of you. Not only had you disappointed everyone but now you were putting those you loved in danger.

Leaving Instagram, blurry eyed and shaking like a leaf, twitter was opened once again. You couldn’t stop and the more articled you read, the more the panic started to set in. People knew where you lived from media pictures, it wouldn’t be long before they came here again. You lived in a gated community but they’d find a way in. You’d never be alone.

Your throat was closing in, it was becoming harder to breath as you panicked more. The only thing you could do was phone the only person who would understand.

“Dad…. dad I need you.”

……

Everyone probably thinks they have the best family but in this moment you knew yours were the best. Thirty minutes on from that phone call you were in your old family living room, curled up in blankets next to your mum and dad, eating homemade chocolate cake and listening to your sister talk you through her week. The biggest drama in which being a girl who took the last apple juice carton and left her with orange juice, which to an eight-year-old felt like the end of the world.

You hadn’t even said another word on that phone call before your dad was ordering you to pack a bag and promised he would be with you in less than ten minutes.

“Why didn’t you go to France?” Your thoughts came out. “We were meant to go.”

“Like we were ever going to leave you here alone,” Your dad chastised you. “I know you well enough to know you might not have needed us in that moment but we were always going to be there when you did.”

“I didn’t mean to do anything, I thought I made the right decision and now people are threatening me. They’re going to find me.”

“They’re not.” Your mother immediately comforted you. “I’ve watched enough football over the years to know tackles like that are made every week and they never get punished. Football is a game, you live for it but it’s a game and people sometimes forget that. You were a big reason England even got to the semi-final and people need to remember that.”

“What did your teammates say?” Brooklyn asked from the next sofa with my other brothers.

“I haven’t spoken to them.”

“What? You flew home with them this morning.”

“I can’t look at them. They’re all sad because of me, everyone knows it, they were always on the back foot because of me and now they’re going home.”

“Millie messaged me this morning.” Brooklyn said. You were of course very close to the Chelsea girls and they’d met your family more times than you could count. You remember they exchanged numbers before you went away on a summer camp one year just in case they needed to contact your family. “She asked me to look after you, they’re not upset.”

“They’ll never admit it, at least not to my face but how can I play with them again after all this.”

“They’re your friends.” Your mum implored and she was right. You were the youngest in the world cup but yourself Leah, Keira and Georgia had formed a little England squad bond. Your sensible and often shy nature balancing out their craziness.

“They’re better off without me. I need to get out of here.”

“Out of where?”

“Out of England, I can’t stay.”

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 Being married to Lucifer would include 𖤓

Pairing: Lucifer X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of depression and slightly suggestive content. Reader doesn't have a defined gender.

Waking up with morning kisses ❣

• He likes to hug you before you two sleep, is almost funny seeing him trying to be the big spoon when he's so tiny.

• It's no surprise he's a very clingy man, and that would just double when you two got married.

• Kisses aren't limited to morning tho, he'll get any excuse to give you even a peck. Lunch kiss, Goodnight kiss, Afternoon kiss, anything you can think of will be a good time to plant a smooch on your lips.

Eating the best of what Hell has to ofer ❣

• I believe with my whole being that Lucifer is a fenomenal cooker.

• He can bake anything you ask for, doesn't matter what, he will do whatever he can to make it the best meal you ever had.

• You can expect to have breakfast on bed at least once in a week, he'll sit besides you in bed and wait until you finish eating, wings around you and smiling like a idiot because he just adores seeing how happy his cooking makes you feel.

• He will ask you to cook with him too, he especially enjoys baking apple pies and pancakes and will often make cookies shaped like ducks. He sits and waits in front of the oven until it's ready and really enjoys when you also make him company.

Deal with his rubber ducks everywhere ❣

• Lucifer isn't the most organized person, yes, he enjoys doing the cleaning most of the time, but he finds it a hard time making sure all his ducks are in place.

• Sometimes you'll be going normally with your day, walking by the house and suddenly you will step on one of his rubber ducks, making it squeak.

• You tried putting them on a shelf once, making sure they were out of the floor, but in less than a week that shelf would be full because he would just keep making even more ducks and having nowhere to place them.

• His solution to it is to just shove them into his office, making piles and more piles of yellow rubber creatures, they will stay there until you two can think of a better solution.

• He gifted a bunch of those to you as well, you have your own place to put your collection, it's full of duckies themed of things you like, one of them looks like Lucifer, the other looks like you and a smaller one that looks like Charlie, the three of them have a special place and are always together in your collection.

Help him to clean himself ❣

• Sometimes his depression can get the best of him, when it happens he doesn't have the energy to even get out of bed, you'll have to help with all his chores and simple things.

• Help him get up, help him shower, brush his theet, fix his hair, help him get dressed and make sure he eats, sometimes even hygine is hard for him to do alone and the help you give him means the world.

• Also, make sure to tell him that you don't mind helping him, even with menial tasks like those, he's very insecure when these episodes happen and is scared that you might leave him because of them, he doesn't want to be a burden, so tell him how much you appreciate being his partner.

“I'm sorry for making you do this...” he silently says, head resting on your lap as you bursh your hand through his blond hair, it was one of those days and you two were sitting togheter on his office couch, he didn't have the will to do anything today and you had to help him even clean himself up, he felt like shit. “I'm such a piece of trash.”

You shake your head, grabbing his chin and making him look at you, he looks so tired and defeated, and at the same time looks at you like you're the only thing making him less miserable.

“Don't say that Luci, you know I love you a lot don't you? I don't mind helping you when you're feeling down” you move him around, enough to be able to give him a hug, pulling him closer to you so he could be comforted, you hated seeing him like that, you wish he could see how amazing he truly is, see himself the way you see him. “And hey, you were able to brush your theet by yourself today, I'm so proud of you for that.”

He's at verge of tears when he hears you say that, he pulls you closer using his wings, putting his head on your chest. “Thank you so much dear.” He's glad he has someone like you in his life.

Having to deal with bite marks ❣

• Lucifer is... How to put it. Rather possessive.

• But not in a creepy or unhealthy way! No no no, he simply adores you so much he can't help but mark you as his sometimes.

• His sharp theet can make a real number on you, he tries his best to be as gentle as possible, asking your permission before ever biting you anywhere, but he always aims for visible spots.

• Sometimes it makes you so embarrassed that you ask yourself why did you let him bite you in the first place, like when Charlie asked about it once and you had to make the worst excuse ever just to not tell her that her father was the one who did it.

• When you told him about it he just laughed, that made you a little annoyed but he promissed he would be more careful later. (This time he gave you a mark on your thigh before putting his tongue into work)

Hearing about his wishes to form a family ❣

• Man daydreams about forming a family with you, he can't help but just think about how precious it would be for you two, Charlie and a new child to take a new family picture.

• He doesn't force that idea onto you, he drops here and there how much he would love a new child, but if somehow you showed that you were uncomfortable with it he would stop, you and Charlie are enough for him and he won't try to change it for a fantasy.

• But if you want to adopt, probably a Hellhound or even a Imp since there's no human children in Hell, he will absolutely be supportive and be there with you through the adoption progress. He'll make sure to treat the child as his own and give them as much love as they deserve.

• If the adopted child is a girl then? He'll just be the happiest man alive, he's going to spoil her, never want to let her go and will dress her up in every opportunity. He'll for sure cry before you all take a family photo and say how much he loves you and his daughters.