#i know it looks like he's gonna slit his throat but trust mE im a connoisseur (no)

[urlonelystarrr]

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut.

SYNOPSIS → you're his killing partner. after nearly messing up while out on a nightly kill, ghostface decides that you're in need of a punishment.

TAGS/WARNINGS → dom! ghostface, creampie, rough sex, slapping, choking, degrading, manhandling, overstimulation, angry sex, no particular ghostface implied, spitting, oral!giving, fingering, knife play, mouth fucking, belt whipping, edging, kinda cnc

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you were on all fours, silently cleaning up the mess you had made. ghostface leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you clean. your head hung low in shame, as you wiped up the blood on the ground. he hadn't said a word, and you were fucking terrified.

you grabbed a mop, mopping up the floor in a quick hurry - eager to leave the victims house. the body was all taken care of for now, wrapped up like a present in garbage bags and duct tape. the sudden sound of wood creaking drew your attention over to him, as he took slow steps towards you. "why'd you hesitate?" his voice was deep, in control. he wasn't asking to know, he was demanding. "i don't- i don't know." why'd you say that? why couldn't you just tell him that you felt nervous that you had someone watching you? it seemed your mind had gone blank, the response you'd been thinking of suddenly vanishing into the tension filled room.

"you don't know?" he took a step closer, scoffing. you stopped mopping for a second, your hands holding onto the handle for dear life. "i just got...nervous while you were watching me." you looked at the floor, not being able to look at him. "aw, you got nervous?" he mocked you, before shoving you up against a wall. he held you by your throat, the mop dropping out of your hands and smacking against the floor. "if you can't handle me watching you kill someone, how the fuck am i supposed to trust you to do this on your own? am i your babysitter?" he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily. you shook your head, your hands coming up to hold his wrist. he slapped them away, pushing you into the wall harder. "you can't even handle me, how are you gonna face someone else who's bigger than you?" he looked you up and down, his tone dripping in disdain. "you can barely tell the difference between left and right." your brows furrowed, your frustration only growing at his words. "i killed him, didn't i?" you could sense it, the disapproval of your back talk. you didn't need to see his face to tell he was frowning. "you know damn well that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about how you couldn't handle your victim. if i wasn't there, he'd overpower you, and you'd be the one bleeding out. if i'm gonna have to save your ass everytime we go out and do this, im gonna take you out to the middle of nowhere and slit your throat open." he let go of your neck, leaving you gasping quietly for air. you held your own neck, the skin burning from his touch.

he walked away, moving to pick up the body on the floor. you watched as he effortlessly picked up the body, tossing it over his shoulder as if 195 weighed nothing. you swallowed, watching as he walked out the door. he paused in the doorway, turning around to look at you. "get a shovel and help me out. don't make me wait."

you were quick to move, following him outside and grabbing a shovel. he loaded the car, shoving the body inside the trunk while you placed the shovel in as well. the two of you drove in silence, and you sat in the passenger seat, anxiously waiting.

the moment you two were done, you could tell you were in a lot of trouble. judging by the way he slammed the trunk and doors - you knew you couldn't get out of this. he made you stay with him, as he couldn't risk having you out of his sight. you took off your mask, glancing over at him as he kept his on. he turned to you suddenly, titling his head. "the fuck are you looking at?" he took a few steps towards you, his presence looming and authoritative. he held your face hard, his fingers digging into your skin. your brows furrowed, and you winced from how hard he was being. "stop acting all innocent...like you almost didn't fuck up tonight. i could kill you, right fucking now, and nobody would know." he looked into your eyes, smirking under the mask as he saw them tear up. "aw, don't tell me you're gonna cry now because i yelled at you. you're so fuckin' sensitive," he rolled his eyes, letting go of your face.

"you wanna cry? fine, i'll give you a reason to." without warning, he grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to his room. you yelped as he threw you onto his bed, forcing you into laying flat on your stomach. before you could even get up, he was on top of you, his hand on your back, holding you down. "wha- what are you doing?!" your face was pressed into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut as he held your head down. you couldn't see much, but you could hear the sound of him taking his belt off. you started squirming, but he placed his knee on the back of your legs, immediately stopping you. "don't you move." he warned, taking his belt and whipping your ass with it. the leather came down hard, making you grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white. you yelled, trying to move, but he only made it harder for you, using his body weight and strength to pin you down.

he leaned down, the belt still in hand. "i could do a lot worse to you, you know that right? the things i'd do to you, you might not even recover from." he chuckled darkly, slapping the back of your thighs with the belt. you still had your robe on, you didn't even have time to change. your body trembled from the pain, your skin stinging as you cried into the mattress silently, your fingers clutching the sheets. he noticed your whimpering, and slapped your ass with his hand. raising a brow in slight amusement, and something more when he felt your ass jiggle under his palm.

somehow, it hurt more than the belt. your body jolted, your cries becoming more apparent. he pulled your head back by your hair, leaning next to your ear. his body was on top of yours, and you could feel his crotch right against your ass as he straddled you from behind. "you're crying already?" he mocked sympathy, "you think i'll be less mean if you cry? what a baby. your tears mean nothing to me. cry all you want, it won't make me any less harder." you sniffled, wanting to wipe the tears from your eyes so badly. you didn't know what to say, but you figured it would be best if you stayed quiet.

the weight was lifted off of you, and you slowly rolled back over to sit up, thinking your punishment was over. oh, how wrong you were. you saw his belt laid next to you, and his robe was opened enough to reveal his black jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. you swallowed nervously as you looked at him stand there, his heavy footsteps making the wood on the floor creak under his weight. he stood in front of you, looking down at you, before slapping you across the face - hard. you held your cheek, your eyes watering from the impact. he spoke with disdain, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. he appeared bigger, taller, and stronger than you could ever be. "you look like a fuckin mess," he paused, looking at your face. "i didn't know you wore makeup - it's all runny," he spoke like he was disgusted. "though, i knew you always liked attention." his words made you angry, they made you want to bite back. but you knew where that'd get you. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, and he forced his gloved finger inside your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. he seemed pleased by how wet your mouth was, and he started to reach down to his pants. you swallowed, pleading for him. "oh my god, please don't," you whimpered. "why? you gonna cry again?" he taunted, pulling his pants down enough for you to see his black boxers. "i've heard people plead for me to not take their life, and somehow you sound more pathetic than they do," he said with amusement. he pulled out his hardened cock, just seeing you in pain and crying made him hard. this fucker- he was big. he didn't need for you to say it, he knew already. his pink tip tapped at your lips, and he forced you to open your mouth by stepping on your foot, making you gasp in pain.

he shoved his cock inside, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he felt his cock be engulfed by your mouth. he rocked gently, letting your tongue coat his cock in your saliva before commanding you to suck. "suck it. no wonder guys don't fuck you, you're terrible at this," he replied as you didn't move an inch, and you fought off the urge to bite. you decided to give in, as pleasing him would only make things better for you. slowly, you started to suck. he watched as you took your time, displeased with how slow you were, he rolled his eyes, growing bored. he pulled his cock out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him. "you gonna stop fucking around or do i need to smack the shit out of you again?"

his tone was threatening, making you swallow and take his cock back in your mouth. without using your hands, you slowly took it inch by inch, your tongue wrapping around the tip. you sucked on it generously, tracing his veins with your tongue. he tilted his head back, quietly panting. he groaned, looking down at you again, before taking your hair in a fist, and thrusting into your mouth. your eyes teared up from the pressure, looking up at him as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. his breathing was heavy, gasps shuddering as his cock grazed your tongue, the way your lips sucked on his tip made him crazy. it didn't take long for him to finish, for him to fill up your mouth with cum. "swallow it." he held you by your cheeks, fingertips burning into your skin. you obeyed, swallowing it.

he seemed impressed by how you didn't gag, but he wasn't gonna tell you that. you were slightly relieved when he pulled his pants back up, and when he left the room. you wiped your mouth, hating yourself for enjoying it.

you were confused, he hadn't said anything at all in the past hour. you got up from your room, leaving to take a shower. you stood underneath the water, deciding to pamper yourself after what happened. you shaved, used a body scrub, and your favorite body wash. you swore that you heard the door open, but you felt that it was just your paranoia of being in punishment that made you believe that.

you ended up finishing quickly, but you were quick to notice the missing thong from your pile of clothes. you exited the bathroom, going into your room to change. you felt that pampering yourself might make you feel less worse about this whole 'punishment.' you felt slightly disgusted, how many people did he do this do? you rubbed lotion on your arms and legs, jumping when the door handle started to move.

you were barely clothed, just a pair of grey shorts and a little black tank top. he entered your room, looking pissed off again. "you're a bitch, you know that?" he came closer. "making me feel like a fuckin' teenager in heat. you know how many bitches i fucked trying to get you off my mind?" you paused, completely taken aback.

"you're just some dumb bitch i've gotta babysit while we kill people together." his hand runs up your neck, the leather from his gloves caressing your soft skin. your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. "dumb girls like you don't even cross my mind a second time after i've came." you looked away, shame and embarrassment burning your cheeks after what had happened. you felt used - like some toy for him to get off on. "if you're feeling used, it's because you are. you fuckin' suck at killing," he paused, his hand sliding up the back of your neck - taking your hair and wrapping it around his hand, "maybe these hands are better for this." his unoccupied hand took your wrist, and he placed it on his crotch. you could feel him hardening under your palm, and you swallowed nervously.

he looked down at you, fighting the urge to smile at how pretty you were. "you're pretty when you cry," he chuckled darkly. "maybe I should make you cry more often, you look so good." you didn't know how to feel, he was being so cruel but so nice at the same time. you couldn't lie, you were eating up whatever compliments he gave - since they didn't come often.

but, his good mood disappeared as quick as it came, and before you know it you were shoved down onto your bed. his hands pinned your wrists down, and he was quick to straddle you. you fought against him, but it only ended up with you getting slapped. he didn't say a word, his hands already abandoning your wrists to travel up your top. you gasped softly as he gently pushed your top up, a finger tracing your abdomen. "look at you, barely fuckin' clothed. it's like you want my attention," he laughed cruelly. he reached behind him, pulling out his hunting knife. he dragged the tip up your stomach, the faintest mark appearing on the soft skin. he watched how your skin dented under the knife's weight, his lips pulling up into a twisted grin that nobody could see.

he ran it up your body, cutting your top open. the knife laid against your neck, and you swallowed thickly. you laid still, as if breathing would get you killed. his hand came down and squeezed your boob, and he leaned down next to your ear. "i usually don't give girls attention like this, but you're different." he sighed in frustration, "you gotta boyfriend?"

"no," you cleared your throat. "it wouldn't matter anyway, id kill him just to have you for myself." he chuckled, his hand running down your stomach to press against your clothed pussy. you jolted underneath his body, squirming slightly. "don't move, girl." you could tell he was looking you up and down, "i'm gonna make this pussy mine." you tried to move again, but he held you by your throat, his thumb digging into your neck. you gasped, and his hand went down your shorts. you shuddered when you felt his finger run down your pussy, his gloved fingertip sliding in between your lips. he watched your brows furrow, and your lips part slightly to let out soft gasps.

you didn't know how to feel. were you angry that he was treating you like this? speaking to you like you were below him? all of that faded as you felt his finger circle your clit. a sharp gasp exiting your mouth, your back slightly arching on its own. you felt him press you into the mattress, his strong arm holding you in place. "that's it, good girl." he murmured, watching as you moved your hips like some bitch in heat. he removed his finger, his hand disappearing under his mask as he tasted you on his fingers. you opened your eyes and looked at him as he tasted you. you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

his legs were spread as he straddled you, but he got off of you, and stood by the edge of your bed. he yanked you to the edge by your ankles, until your lower half slightly tipped over the edge. he pushed your legs up to your chest, a hand under your knees as he traced your clothed pussy with his finger. his breathing had become heavier, and he practically tore your shorts off you. he moved his mask slightly, just to spit in your mouth. he forced it open, dragging his ring and middle finger along your tongue. when he pulled your thong to the side, his eyes glimmered in amusement at how wet you were already. "didn't even need to use spit," he chuckled. "suck it off." his fingers returned to your mouth, and you sucked his spit off of them.

he couldn't wait, he was hard the moment he stepped into your room, and saw how your shorts hugged the fat of your ass. he pressed himself against your wet pussy. the front of his jeans were dampened, and he groaned feeling you pressed against him. in a quick motion, he unbuttoned his jeans. "spread that pussy for me," he ordered. your hands came around your thighs, spreading open your pussy for him. he ran a finger in between your folds, your mouth parting to let out soft pants. he circled your clit slowly, before teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. he leaned down, his ring finger poking at your hole while his thumb caressed your clit. "you're dripping," he sneered. he felt pride knowing you were so wet because of him, and something darker gleamed in his eyes as he heard your soft whines and the sounds of you sucking in a breath. he slowly sunk his ring and middle finger in your hole, watching as you tipped your head back. a soft whine left your mouth, and he picked up his pace seeing your reaction. "come on," he encouraged, "show me how good this pussy is." upon hearing that, your pussy clamped around his fingers, and he looked at you with amusement.

he curled his fingers, making you arch your back. his pace quickened on your clit, and you swore you were going to cum, when he suddenly pulled out. you opened your eyes, shocked to see him laughing. "oh baby, you're not gonna get to cum so quickly." he stood up to his full height, taking his pants off and pulling them down. he pulled out his cock, rubbing the tip in between your folds. you looked at him, brows furrowed as he teased you. "you're still being punished, remember?" he taunted, leaning down to choke you again. you held onto his wrist, and this time he let you. "please," you whined. "please what?" he tilted his head, looking down at you.

"please, put it in. i-i can't.." you squirmed, trying to gain some friction. but instead, he pushed your hips down into the mattress, his voice quickly turning menacing. "stop moving, girl." he warned, his cock resting heavy on your pussy. he tapped his tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down before teasing the tip in. your painted toes curled with anticipation, as you let out a soft gasp as he stuck it in. but he quickly pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. just as you were about to protest, he stuck it in quickly, instantly filling you up. you let out a groan, your back arching again as he stood still. "relax, i haven't even done anything yet." he said with contempt, but it was amusing how turned on you were by this. "do you not get dick often? that would explain it," he smirked, loving the look of frustration on your face.

he started to rock his hips, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. but you knew not to disobey, even though you just wanted to move against him. he held open your legs, watching as his cock disappeared inside your pussy, how you sucked him in so fucking good that his eyes rolled back. your breathing was shaky as you tried to handle his slow pace, and to make it worse he added a finger to your clit, rubbing it in all the right places. he loved how your mouth hung slightly open, your brows furrowing as you looked as his cock inside you. your eyes trailed over his body, the distinct v line fading into the carved muscles of his upper half. he noticed you looking, and lifted his robe up to expose more of his stomach, while rolling his hips into yours.

a sharp gasp left your throat, as he started to pick up his pace. he pounded into you harder, yet his pace was still slow. he enjoyed watching you nearly cum all over his cock, and pulled out just before as you were about to. "do you wanna cum?" he taunted, leaning next to your ear while he pounded into you. you couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, "yes, please let me cum, please.." you begged, your legs sore from holding them up for so long. he suddenly pulled out again, forcing you onto your hands and knees. "I'll make you scream, baby. " he pulled your hips towards him, slapping your ass until it left a mark. he stuck his cock back in, pulling it back out and watching as your hole stayed in the same shape he stretched it. "I'm gonna make this pussy cum," he groaned, fucking into you sloppily. his abdomen was pressed into the fat of your ass, and you could hear the heavy breaths that left his mouth as he pounded into your pussy. his fingers returned to your clit, sloppily rubbing it until your pussy was clenching around his cock.

"be a good girl n' cum for me, show me how much you like this dick bitch." your knuckles were gripping the sheets, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back as he fucked you into oblivion, the side of your face pressed into the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at your clit until you were a moaning mess. you swore you've never came so fucking hard - after nearly three times of him almost coaxing it out of you. "oh my god," you tried to move away, a scream leaving your throat as you felt him fuck you past your orgasm. you could feel him filling up your pussy with his cum, and he let out a deep groan, leaning against your body for support. your body collapsed, as you let out heavy pants. your eyes opened in shock when you felt yourself being lifted up, and he slammed you into the nearest wall, pounding into your pussy as if the two of your bodies weren't aching.

you couldn't remember how many times you came. he ran a finger up your pussy, practically fucking his own cum out of you. he pulled out his cum coated cock, and stuck it in your mouth. you licked him up, savoring the taste of him. "you freak bitch," he chuckled darkly, holding the side of your face. you sat on the edge of your bed, putting your clothes on while he pulled his pants up and left. you figured that he'd be the type to do that, and you decided it was time for another shower. but you could only imagine the surprise when you came back to your room, and saw him laying in the bed. he pat the space next to him, and as soon as you laid down he pulled you close to him.

"sleep with me," he moved up his mask slightly to kiss your neck (which you couldn't see since you were the little spoon.) you hummed in acknowledgement, laying comfortably in his strong arms. his fingers caressed the soft curve on your side, prompting you to fall asleep.

after that encounter, things had gotten strange. the girls that he'd fucked before you went missing. that or they were brutally murdered. when he heard shuffling around in the kitchen, he rose from his bed with a hunting knife tucked into his pants. "what the fuck?" he muttered, seeing you bloodied. "killing spree?" he let go of his knife, leaning against the wall. you came up to him, lifting up the bottom of his mask just enough where his neck was exposed. you started to kiss the skin, sucking on all the right spots. his hand rested on the small of your back, unsure of what caused the sudden affection - not that he was complaining. then you said something that made him shudder, "this dick belongs to me." oh fuck, he was losing his control. your hand ran down his stomach and groped his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. "I don't belong to anyone," he panted, knowing you'd get angry. "tell that to them." you looked into his eyes, and his face fell as he connected the dots. but he wasn't afraid of what you were capable of - in fact, he found his perfect match.

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authors note: since halloween is coming, I decided I should throw in another ghostface fic cause he's so fucking hot likeee...

[l0sercat]

Warnings: Heavy Non-con, torturing, degradation, pleas please please don't read is your sensitive

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Stuck...

Buggy has been gone for at least a week now. I'm getting worried and can hardly think straight. He would never be away from me for this long especially without notice and supervision. He trusted me somewhat but I guess he was still paranoid I was gonna leave him.

Currently I'm laying in our bed buried in the blankets. I tried asking crew members earlier today but, either they didn't know or were to scared to speak to me. Even though I have more freedom Buggy still doesn't want me to talk to them or them to me.

I got out of our bed and pulled on one of Buggy's shirts. I made my way over to the only people who I was sure knew where he was. My steps were quiet and I was anxious to even be near them but, this was for Buggy.

As I neared the large door I heard muffled deep voices. I fidgeted with the hem of the shirt and took a deep breath. I put on a brave face and opened the door. The bright light blinded me but as my eyes adjusted I gasped at what I saw.

There was Buggy hung up on a hook by his messy knotted blue hair. The two tall strong men were sitting on a couch. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open. Buggy shouted at me to get out and my eyes darted at him then at the men grinning. I quickly turned around and tried to dash out the door, but my arms were taken behind my back and my body pressed against Mihawk's back.

Crocodile stood up and towered over me with a big grin. "Hm what do we have here? Looks like a little doll seems to be lost" he chuckles. He looks back at Buggy who is shouting and causing ruckus in the back. Crocodile and Mihawk share a look and they both share the same thought. I gulp nervously and my legs tremble. "I-im sorry I shouldn't have disrupted you, please let me go, please.." I beg and look up at the two caging me in.

Mihawk let go of my hand and walked to the front of me. While, Crocodile smoothly came behind me and placed a hand on my waist. Mihawk placed a hand under my chin to keep me looking at him. "It's nothing personal but we finally found a way to destroy him and that is to hurt you.." Mihawk mutters

Buggy keeps on screaming and crying but it's pointless. I begin to sob as I hear there zippers being undone. Crocodile rips my pants and tears my underwear. I sob harder as the tip of his dick presses against me. Mihawk presses his tip against my lip and forcefully pushes it into me. "Don't bite or I'll slit your throat" Mihawk stared at me with no emotion.

I glare right at him and he grips my hair painfully. Crocodile finally pushes himself into me with a grunt. With a hand on my hip he starts thrusting into me. I cry harder, he was too thick and I wasn't prepared to take it. I scream around Mihawks cock and I started to slobber on it.

My fists bang against Mihawks thighs and I started to choke. It felt like my eyes were a never ending fountain of tears. I closed my eyes and my pleas slowly became quieter and eventually they stopped. Mihawk thrusts into my mouth "Already giving up?" He asks

Crocodile laughs while he grips my ass and thrusts harder into me. I cried through the immense pain he was putting me in. My body went limp and I was being held up by their dicks. I just want this to be over with. They begin their thrusts again and their warm thick seed fills my holes. I swallow Mihawks seed but it's too thick and I started to choke. He grabs my hair and pulls himself out. Crocodile keeps himself inside and walks him and I towards the couch. Mihawk follows and they both sit down. Crocodile finally pulls out and some of the seed drips out of me.

He pushes his large rough fingers inside me and shoves his cum inside. I whimper and stare at them to see their still hard. I shake my head "Please no more.." my voice falls on deaf ears as Crocodile slams himself into my mouth and Mihawk takes my ass. I scream at the sudden intrusion. Buggy just stares at the assault on his darling, he can't do anything but watch.

I feel warm liquid run out my me and I realize it must be blood. He's fucking me so hard I'm bleeding out of my ass. I start to cry more and I just wish for this to be over with. Crocodile just stares at me with his grin and he blows his cigar smoke at me. I start to cough and then choke and I have a hard time catching my breath. "Aw Crocodile don't hurt the poor sparrow like that we still need her" "What's this are you actually enjoying this?" Crocodile has amusement in his eyes "Have to say she does feel amazing so can't blame you" he chuckles "I think once this is over I will keep her and of course if you want we'll share.." Crocodile laughs

My scream is muffled around his dick. I do t want to be theirs, please no. "I don't think she's fond of that idea how sad. Not like she has a choice though" Mihawk says and snaps his hips. Mihawk quickens his pace and quickly pulls out and cums on my back some of seed get on my hair. Crocodile bobs my head faster and forces my head at his base my nose buried in his pubes. His seed paints my throat white and he release's me. I start to cough and catch my breathe.

"Bastards.." I mumble before my body gives up and I pass out. "Well that was fun" Mihawk remarks

[ch1l1cheesefr1es]

Jealousy, plain ol' Jealousy

Merle Dixon x Trans masculine reader

Context: you and Merle reunite, the governor assigns the two of you on a mission to find Michonne. First try you couldn't find her, so Merle told the governor, he came back seeming a bit off and you both go looking for her again, he tells you whats wrong and you put matters in your hands ;)

Warnings: +18, nudity, hard sex,age gap, flirting, violence, slurs (f!ggot, Tranny, etc. This is my first time making a book like this so I hope I don't offend anyone, i might make a part 2 of this)

Merle and you have been frenemies since the two of you were kids, but had been sepearated later after Merle's mother had died. Later on, Merle found you, andrea and Michonne. He took the three of you to a place called Woodbury, a large and well-protected community. You didn't trust it, but it was nice to see a familiar face even though you both HATED eachother back then, nowadays he calls you "Fruitcake" and it pisses you off "you're not funny, you know that big boy?" you said in a firm tone, Merle backed away with his signature smirk "OooOoo did I hit a nerve Fruitcake?" he said in playful tone, and his accent, oh how you hated it, everytime you heard it you just wanted to punch him in the face you were about to but the governor had called the two of you "Boys! Come 'ere!" he yelled, you and Merle looked at eachother and walked to his place, he told you that Michonne had left the camp, he assigned the two you to go look for her with the others, the entire time you and Merle picked on eachother. Even after being attacked by Michonne you couldn't help but laugh after Merle got punched in the nuts, even though you had been punched aswell. She escaped and Merle killed some kid...whatever his name was.

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After Merle had killed the kid, I looked at him. He hasn't changed, we both walked beside eachother and I barely said anything on the way back, Merle's the first to break the silence "I'm gonna go tell the governor 'bout this, and if you tell 'em that I killed that kid, I'll slit your throat." he told me in a firm tone as his finger pressed against my chest, I didn't flinch. Almost everyone was afraid "Big bad ol' Merle" but not me. I just saw him as an old friend, not a monster. He walked away and i sat down in a bench, a minute turned into 10 minutes, and 10 minutes turned into hours, it had been midnight already and no one was outside. Until finally, Merle came back, I looked up at him waited for him to tell me about the mission, but he seemed...off. He looked like he was spacing out and had no emotion in his face "Uh....Merle?" I asked, he had snapped back into reality "W-what Fruitcake?" he asked, he was back to his old self again "what'd the boss say?" I look up at him, he looked at me with his blue eyes and said "The Governor wants us to look for her again." he then walked to the entrance of Woodbury "R....right now?" I asked as he walked away "YES!" he yelled, I got up and followed him "he wants us to go far out" He had told me "to go look for her? didn't you say the walkers'll get to her before we do?" I asked with a smirk, Merle then slapped me hard in the face "Shut the fuck up you fucking f!ggot." he said, I wanted to punch him so badly but I couldnt...I stayed quiet as me and him got in a car, he seemed stressed while he was driving, so I gathered up some courage and asked "what's up with you?" he looked at me and sighed "you really think im gonna tell you about my life problems Girlie?" he told me, that moment, I had snapped.

"You know what? Fuck you Merle. It's not my fault you had a sad childhood, and that your dad was a dickhead, I never did shit to you and you always treat me like this! I am not a girl! I'm a boy. And if you can't get that through that thick skull of yours i'll shoot a bullet into it." you told him, Merle looked at you with shock, he had never seen you this mad, or even snap at him. He sighed "Alright, fine. I ain't feelin' myself today... My joints are hurting like a bitch from yesterday's brawl and I haven't had no sleep worth speakin' of, and the governor had sex with that blondie. But we gotta find that son-of-a-bitch before it hits mornin', so suck it up and help me out." he told you, you were shocked at how easy it was to get him to talk "is that it? That you were just jealous because someone else had sex with Andrea?" you asked with a little laugh, he scoffed "It ain't got nuthin' to do with her... I just can't stand the way he goes around, thinkin' he can take whatever he wants." he mumbled, you knew what Merle had gone through, Especially Daryl. And all you wanted to do, was to make all the stress go away. You then had an idea, it was risky but you couldn't help it, you slowly slid your hand to Merle's thigh, he was in deep thought and didn't think anything of it at first, so you took things a bit more further. You then slid your hand under his pants, he had snapped back into reality and looked at you "what the fuck do ya think you're doing D/N!?" he had called you by your deadname, which made you grip his member on accident, he groaned and almost crashed, he let out a groan as he tried to keep himself focused on the road. You couldn't help but grin at this, you started to stroke him at a slow pace, his grip on the steering wheel tightened and his breathing got heavy "I swear to god D/N don't do something you'll later regret..." you frowned and corrected him "My name isn't D/N, It's Y/N." you stroked him faster he bit his bottom lip, you Remembered him doing that when you had seen him talking with Andrea, you felt him thrust his hips up, begging for more. You couldn't help but rub your thumb against the slit of his dick, Merle bit his lip so hard that blood started dripping from his lip. He then snapped "ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKER YOU ASKED FOR IT." he parked the car somewhere safe and pushed you to the back seat "what about the mission Merle?" you asked him "Fuck the mission, we'll just tell the governor we couldn't find her, won't we boy?" he said, your eyes widened when he called you boy, even Merle noticed and smirked, you nodded as he climbed to the backseat with you, you couldn't help but blush as he was above you. He laughed and held your cheek, slowly leaning in and finally pressing his lips against yours, he started gentle but deepened the kiss as you wrapped his arms around him, feeling his tongue trying to slide its way between your teeth, asking for more. You couldn't help but give in to his desires, his tongue dancing with yours, he tasted so weird but you weren't complaining. He pulled away, a string of saliva coming from your mouths, he then grabbed your shirt and pulled it off, seeing the scars under your pecs "well ain't that a sight." he traced the scars with his fingers, you felt happy for some reason, it wasn't because you were feeling horny, but because Merle finally accepted you being Trans. He kissed the scars under your pecs, going all the way down to your waist, he pulled down your pants and saw how wet you were for him "still got a pussy Fruitcake?" he said in a playful tone, you frowned and told him "Fuck you Merle..." you mumbled, you then gasped when you felt him trace your folds, he held your hips and laughed "you're a virgin aren't ya? Go on Fruitcake...dont be shy, are ya?" he asked, you couldn't help but nod "well don't worry boy, just leave it to good ol' Merle and I'll just fix that." he flipped and placed you on all fours and held your inner thighs. You looked back hesitantly "Merle?...what are you doi-" just then, you had felt his tongue licking in between your folds, tasting you.

[hollywoodsfavoritewhorexx]

“Enemies” to lovers

No character yet

No edit no beta

Lol me when I disappear for a year and forgot about this tbh. Here’s a random half written draft

Backstory tbw: after years of competition and tension and repressed feelings between you two, you finally,uh fuck

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Your breath caught in your throat as his hands slowly trailed down your back and under your shirt. Without breaking eye contact he shed your shirt and pulled you on top of him as his back hit the headboard. Your nails slowly dragged down his chest as you took in everything that was happening. Your lips latched back together more delicately this time. Almost a caring loving feeling, so opposite from minutes ago.

Within seconds your bra is gone with his hands replaced. You ground down onto his growing bulge, hard, pulling a guttural moan from him. He pulled away from your lips and started down your neck. Reaching your sternum he looked up at you and licked a straight line up your breast bone up your neck over your chin back to your mouth. Looking you dead in the eyes.

A surge of arousal ran through you.

“God I can feel you just throbbing against me baby. You really need me hmm?” He whispered against your lips. You only shook your head in response.

“Mm nope, I need you to use your words for me. Beg for it.”

“Fuck you, I’m not begging for shit” You spit.

“I could be fucking you.” He bucked his hips up which pulled a moan from you. “You know you want it. Or you wouldn’t be here”

“Fuck fine. Please, I need you in me. Your fingers, your mouth, something. Please baby.” You said whining.

“That’s more like it” he grinned and flipped you over.

He licked up your thighs and placed small kisses every couple inches. He placed just one finger on your crotch of your panties.

“Fuck, your soaking for me. I’ve barely touched you.” He pulled off your underwear and tossed them somewhere.

He licked a stripe up your slit and then dove right in. You moaned so loudly you slapped your hand over your mouth.

“Mm don’t try to be quiet, let everyone know how I’m making you feel”

His words causing vibrations against you, making you moan again. He sucked and ate your pussy like a starved man and in a way shorter time than you’d like to admit, you were already close. “Mmm gonna cum. Shit.”

He kept at it at the perfect pace of quick flicks with his tongue. Seconds later you started to pull his hair and arch your back up. “Oh my god fuck im cumming” You got sent into straight euphoria. Your head going into a numb sensation and your vision going white. With him never stopping in between your thighs until you fully rode out your orgasm. Falling back into the pillow, spent, he grinned from your thighs.

“Oh my god shut up” you rolled your eyes.

He kneeled up and undid his belt and pushed his pants down. You watched intently as he pulled his underwear down finally. Your eyes widened.

“Yeah, you think it’s big enough for you?” He smirked as he stroked himself.

“Hell yeah. Fuck please I need you in me now.” You pleaded.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He lined himself up with you and pushed slowly in to let you adjust. You both groaned at the feeling. Once he bottomed out he pulled out and started trusting faster and faster. Pulling your legs up over his shoulder he pounded into your pussy.

Absolutely sinful noises left both your mouths. He put your legs down and got closer and kissed you. You’ve never felt this full and it was absolutely the best sex you have ever had. His hand found it way to your throat and gripped it ever so perfectly. You started to clench around his cock. “God I need to cum again.” Your voice raspy. He didn’t falter his speed but his face contorted into a beautiful look of ecstasy. You let go and somehow had an even harder orgasm than the time before. Your nails dug into his back and an almost scream came out of your mouth. He stopped but only for a second to turn you over. He smacked your ass and grabbed your thighs to pull you closer. Pushing in again you cried out in overstimulation.

“Come on baby you got one more in you.” As he started rubbing your clit and thrusting in so hard and so fast. Your face pushed into a pillow serving a good purpose as you couldn’t control your moans as you came again. Your pussy pulsing around him. Your legs gave out on you and he held your hip to keep you up. “Cum in me please I want you to. I want you to fill me up with your cum”

His thrusts got sloppy as he came into you. He collapsed on your back and kissed your shoulder. As he didn’t move for a second you tried to move away. “Ugh your squishing me, move.” You complained.

“Wow that’s no way to treat someone who just gave you the best sex of your life.” He laughed as he rolled off of you.

“Hmm, best? That’s a little imperious of you.”

“Okay. Let’s not bring out those words. I don’t know what it means, it’s not a fair argument.” He said with a pouty look.

“Shut up oh my god” you laughed and started to get up. He pulled you back and into his chest.

“Just stay for a bit please.” He whispered into your hair with sincerity.

You rested your hand on his stomach and traced his abs. Thoughts swimming through your head.

“Jesus, I can hear you thinking. Stop.” He ran his hand through your hair.

[thesleepystoryteller]

Chapter 7 "jealousy, jealousy"

Moon!! Ur finally making friends, that's Soo good but...who's that guy always clinging to u...only I can do that, who do u think u are, im his best friend not u, i've been there since the beginning i won't be challenged by some random...what am i saying? Why do u feel jealous? It's just his friend, moon does it to me so it should be normal....so why does it bother me so much. For the past few days since my sister came back moon's been distant..we haven't talked much like we used to and he's hanging out with his ""friends"" most of the time, I don't mind it because I'm happy he's finally made friends after years of me being the only one he had but there's one person that I can't stop thinking about..him..he's always clinging to moon like a leech, always by his side, anytime I see moon I see him close behind him..that fucker thinks he can take my spot..no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO! NO! NO!! NO!! NO!!!! MOON IS MY FRIEND, MY BEST FRIEND NOT YOURS, U SHOULDN'T BE THE ONE BY HIS SIDE ALL THE TIME, IT SHOULD BE ME AND ONLY ME, MINE ALL MINE......

I don't care about these feelings anymore all I care about now is getting him out of the picture. Maybe I'll tie him to a chair and torture him, maybe I'll slit his throat, maybe I'll burn him alive, maybe even skin him, so many ways, so many tools to use, oh how fun it will be to get rid of u......i have to calm down, my bad side is showing, and moon seems to enjoy his company so I guess I won't do anything. Also I don't want moon seeing that side of me I don't know what I would do if he saw me like that..he would probably hate me..or worse but that's not what i have to worry about at the moment, i gotta keep my eye on him for a while so he doesn't make any advances on my moon. I won't give u a chance and if u keep testing me...I'll fucking kill u.

I've always seen the good in people, I've seen the bad in people too but I always try and look for the good but u..I don't see any good in u, trying to take my moon from me who do you think you are, his boyfriend or something, that's not happening, I won't let it happen not now, not ever, never..moon is mine and you're gonna back off before I hurt you. I can barely hide my true emotions and intend and it's starting to piss me off keep trying me and you will see what happens, I fucking dare u, I'll show u why u shouldn't mess with someone love, I'll show u my true side and trust me when I say, u won't like it much. (Evil grin) I'll kill u.

Sincerely ur sun

[pigeonneaux]

Based on @belphegor1982 's fic....it mades me... feel.....things............

[muffindaddystyles]

harry would be such a soft dom with bloody hard kinks and he’d say things like “oh baby, i’m going to have to punish you for this and it’s going to hurt, but i’ll kiss you all better after i promise” iM MELTING/-?!?,?

I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I WROTE BUT I JUST KNOW ITS FILTHY AND FLUFFY

Harry never knew he’d be such a kinky sneak.

He loved having sex. With consent, of both parties and he had quite an edge for exploring his own sexual desires and particular holes— if you know, you know.

With Y/N out of his picture (he wishes he’d have met her before). He never had emotional attachments with his fuck buddies, no-cuddling rule was very stony and staying after a nice fuck however was a fat chance.

He didn’t expect himself to be budded with flowers whose each petal blossomed gradually, when he met Y/N. She had all his firsts with him and he felt terribly cherished, that she gave her kind little heart to him and trusted him with it.

He has promised himself to never break it, whatever it takes him too.

When Y/N bugged him about kinks and rough sexual plays. He was hesitant to say least, walking on eggshells with easing her into it because she was just too delicate and precious for him to hurt her for getting out a blasting orgasm he could simply have by teasing her to tears and then having an amazing sex afterwards. (with Y/N he worries alot, hands diligent and tentative to her needs and limits, eyes conscious of her presence).

Y/N being a stubborn pesky menace wouldn’t leave him alone, pouting and grouching in his lap, not listening to him and rebelling just to get a reaction out of him; she just wanted him to roughen her a tad and choke and spank her peachy bum sore.

The first time. He lavished her to teary cheeks, swollen pink hued lips, and marked her body with purples and rosy lovebites—... it was heaven sent on earth for Y/N.

She felt small, secured and overly shy as Harry took pictures of her tangled in silk sheets of their bed mumbling a ‘mine.’ Under his breath and everytime she remembers the night it sends jitters down her thighs making them clench to shut down the throb in her core.

He fucked her rough and hard, holding onto her hips to leave guaranteed bruises of his grip on her when her limbs gave out sinking her into the pillows, he pounded inside her with deep strokes grinding his pelvis against her sensitive clitoris everytime he bottom out snug insid her, gritting with her face squished in his palm, “Yeah? Can’t take it babylove? Too bad,” He tutted, a knowing smirk adorned his sheeny features, “Gonna use ya however I want.” It was a last nibble to Y/N's sanity turning her into a massive puddle of loud needy moans, gushing on his cock and gasping out in surprise when he slid his fingers against her throbbing clit and circled it in calculated lazy pushes.

.

Riding his thigh. She’d always bury her face in his neck, palms pressed gently to his dense torso and always chase for his kisses when Harry’s fingers that once plays with the baby hair on the nape of her neck – spreads and slips into her hair and yanks her away from his chest and his palm draws and wraps around her throat— having his pressure known but never squeezing it too grimly.

“Choke me, please?” She’d pant, meek whines eliciting through her parted mouth when Harry thrusts his meaty thigh up into her cunt -- feeling her incredibly soaked and sticky panties gliding aside out of his little mindless action.

“My baby wan' me to choke her? Likes daddy’s hands too much, innit pet? Playing with yer soft pussy and yer pretty tits ... likes it when they mark your cute bum, mine?” He’d whisper, squeezing tightly and firmly enough to get her eyes rolling to the back of skull and her pace faster, nibbling onto her pouty lip suckling kisses and pecks on it while his hand helps her fuck herself onto his thigh.

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Sometimes when they’re watching telly and she’s cradled in his lap, very sleepy and weary sucking onto his fingers – almost falling asleep when Harry pushes his thick digits deeply to nurse the back of his baby’s throat and she'd always whine like a disgruntled kitten, drooling down her chin with yawning whimpers and he’d always tend to her caringly, “Look at you. Sucha messy baby of mine. Lemme clean you up,” His magic cleaning tool always his tongue licking her chin and the corners of her lips until she’s a whimpering and whining mess demanding to have his cock warming her tummy.

.

He encouraged Y/N to be more familiar with her own body and needs, teaching her how to make herself feel good and not cry out of frustration when he’s away.

It started when he ordered her to play with herself and it was an absolute fruitless insistence because she got caught up into chasing the pleasure and that cloudy trip instead of relaxing and enjoying herself -- which melted her into a squirmy huffy mess, only to whine more needily when Harry reached to her rescue. “Lemme show my Angel how to fuck oneself . . . these dainty fingers of yours might not snuggle too deep in, like daddy’s does, tha’s why y'gotta learn to play with yer toys pet. Stuffs y'nice and good.” He crawled atop hers, making his presence known and pinned her hips down with his bicep while smothering kisses into the inside of her quivering thighs, her centre getting slicker and slicker with his warm daunting mouth reaching her swollen folds.

Instead of making her learn he ravished her into a proper crying mess with his tongue and his steady hand wrapped around her wrists guiding her fingers in and out of her with an abrupt speed.

.

Her punishments used to be nominal. He’d be damned if she ended up bruised awfully, because he’s very well aware how pudgy and baby like his lovie’s skin is.

She’s such a soft little peach.

Her punishment eased from getting her cummies denied, refused to be touched while Harry pounds into her cunt not empathising with her needy innocent crying (she’s getting better at her game), her wrists restrained to their bedhead with silk ties and he never forgets to make sure it’s not tight enough to stop the blood flow and make her dizzier than she already’s about to get. “Gonna tell me when ‘s too uncomfy, yeah baby?”, to getting vibrators slipped inside her hole when she acts bratty before going somewhere and all her mind could blur onto is harryharryharry, pushing her into such an intense and needy and clingy heads pace “Oh petal this ones going to hurt your poor bum, did this t'yourself. Good girls don’t get punished d'they now pet?” to getting her asscheeks spanked pink and blushy with whites imprints of his thick lengthy fingers and large palm round the globes of her bum.

Taking care of her afterwards with clean gentle cool baby wipes, “Shhh. Shh moppet knows your little clit's too sensitive, but couldn’t let you go t’sleep all messy now could I?” He’d coo, shushing her whimpers and kissing her knees swiping the drip of gooey cum oozing down her slit, then takes care of her bum, coating a good amount of soothing creams and aloevera gels to calm the sting knowing she'd be very grump in morning and batty with him when all she did is wiggle and shift while taking her online classes and didn’t hear the single damn thing her professor said.

Things only Harry could do to Y/N.

She loves taking part in his kinks as much as he does.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k 

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~ 

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide. 

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you. 

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration. 

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing. 

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys. 

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair. 

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer. 

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed. 

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat. 

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth. 

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that  was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”. 

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt  Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief. 

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black. 

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall. 

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch. 

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out. 

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence. 

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex. 

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces. 

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement. 

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place. 

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes. 

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin. 

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.” 

[juviasmel]

“I love you but I don’t trust these two” (Alucard x Fem! reader fic)

Dracula was finally dead and you were dreading this very moment, it was finally time where you had to part ways with three of your closest friends. Over the course of your journey with them you noticed how Trevor and Sypha were slowly falling in love. Joining them would only be getting in their way.

Sypha hopped into the wagon and Trevor followed, “Y/N if you’d like…you may travel with us. We aren’t sure where we’re gonna go, but we will figure something out.” Trevor didn’t look at you or even agree with Sypha’s offer.

Her offer brought joy to you but you’ve been crushing on Alucard for a while and thought it was best to stay with him, “I think I’m going to stay here with Alucard” you grabbed his hand and a slight smile formed on his face “Thank you Y/N”

Trevor scoffed, “We’ll see you guys soon…Alucard don’t die on me you bastard” Trevor turned to look at Alucard and for once he smiled.

“I won’t belmont” You laughed at Trevor’s remark and watched the two go into the forest with their wagon. You spent the next month with Alucard and became partners…he ended up confessing his love for you one night and you admitted your closeness with him, and how your life has improved since you met him. You spent time hunting in the forest, cooking dinner, training in the woods, and catching fish in the lake. It was an early morning and you were getting ready for training as you walked outside, you took a deep breath and let the fresh wind hit your face. it was early in the morning and you made your way to the lake to catch fish for the week. Alucard followed behind holding your hand, as you arrived to the lake Alucard pulled out his basket meant for putting all the fish in.

Alucard stood up, “Y/N don’t move” You listened to his order and stood still. You didn’t hear any noises but then a twig snapped in the woods and an arrow shot out from the forest but you couldn’t see who shot it. Next thing you knew Alucard moved at the speed of lightening and put his hands around this woman’s neck.

She looked him in the eyes and begged, “Please don’t hurt me” You heard a masculine voice call out from the woods and a blade was put to your neck, “Put her down or else I’ll slit her throat” Alucard hissed and revealed his fangs, this caused the man to back off of you and he let go of the woman’s neck,“Who are you, and what do you want?”

The two introduced themselves, “My name is Sumi and this is Taka. We’ve heard about you…you’re the Alucard correct?”

“Just alucard is fine. What are you doing here” Alucard crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, confused by their presence.

“We want to know more about killing vampires and how Dracula moved his castle” You didn’t like the conversation that was taking place, and you were hoping Alucard would make the two leave. They continued to converse with another, and he invited them into his castle. You followed them but didn’t say anything.

Alucard stopped and turned to you, Y/N you haven’t said anything, what’s the matter?”

“Alucard you know I love you, but I don’t trust these two. I don’t want them here” You said as you continued to walk into the castle, avoiding eye contact with Alucard. He looked at Sumi and Taka then back at you, “No, they’re allowed to stay. Let’s give them a chance” You loved him so you went with his decision, but you weren’t going to trust them no matter what.

After spending a week training with Sumi and Taka, you decided to pack some supplies and food and leave for the week. You spent time out in the woods alone, training and exploring the area that surrounded the castle. Plus, you wanted some time to yourself and thought it would be best to leave Alucard with Sumi and Taka. Eventually, you didn’t enjoy the quietness in the woods and missed hearing Alucard’s voice. You hopped back onto your horse and made your way back to the castle.

It was close to night time and could barely see anything, as you got closer to the castle you could see Sumi and Taka’s dead bodies with a wooden stake going out of their mouth, “what the fuck happened here?” You got off your horse leaving your supplies behind and approached the entrance of the castle, “Alucard!” You shouted out but there was no response.

Mixed feelings filled your brain “what if someone came by and killed all three of them?” “Was alucard the one that did this?” “Where is he?” You took a moment to yourself and then felt a cold hand grab your shoulder and turn you around, “Alucard you’re alive…” it looked as if he’s been crying and worry filled your face. He held onto you for dear life, and you weren’t sure what to do besides hug him back, “Alucard what happened?”

“Y/N…I’m so sorry” He didn’t look at you, his head was resting against your shoulder, and his voice began to crack.

You place your hand on his back and started to rub small circles, “For what?”

“Come inside and I’ll explain” He let go of his tight grip on you and made his way into the castle, you followed behind and he pulled out a chair for you in the dining room.

He sat down and by looking at his face you could tell he needed to make you aware of something, “Y/N…Sumi and Taka betrayed me. They came into my bedroom when you weren’t here and said they wanted to give me a “reward” turns out they wanted to have sex with me…they started to touch me and I returned the favor. Y/N Im sorry if you can no longer trust me because of this…but if you’re willing to give me a second chance I would be the happiest man alive”

Part of you wanted to get up and leave the castle breaking down in tears and the other part wanted to slap Alucard, “I see” You were close to breaking down in front of him so you rose from your chair, storming off to the outside of the castle. Alucard let you go and knew he fucked up, he took this time to reflect on his actions and figure out a way to get your trust back.

You sat down and sighed, “only if Sypha was here…she might have some good advice for me right now” Mixed feelings went through your heard, Alucard needed you and you understood that but you couldn’t bare the fact that he let two other people put their hands on him in a sexual way. Alucard was your first love and you felt betrayed…you let all your anger out by punching a tree and pretending it was Sumi and Taka, “damn you…”

Weeks had passed and you decided to stay with Alucard, You both had an agreement to rebuild your relationship and put those events in the past. You were angry with him for a while, but you knew he truly felt sorry and tried to do everything he could to fix the situation. Eventually, you two became happy again and Alucard never let any man or woman lay their hands on him again.

[http-mingi]

room 657. ⤑ jjk + kth ☏︎

⟶ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : you didn't even realise you were calling a hotline. you're best friend jimin gave you a random number. he said it was a surprise ? well you're in for one.

♡︎ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 : sexhotline!au, worker!taehyung, worker!jungkook, student!reader

♡︎ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 : ∝ filthy smut if you squint there’s fluff

♡︎ : 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : sorry i fr forgot to do the word count !!

⟶ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : stressed reader, soft!dom jungkook, harddom!tae , big cock!tae, bigcock!jungkook, size kink??, sub!reader, pussy eating, dirty talk, face riding, hair pulling, fingering, cum eating, praise kinda?? unprotected sex, roughsex, multiple orgasms, heavy heavy dom sub themes, brat!reader , dom/sub themes, pet names, daddy!kink, threesome, dirty talk, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, begging, humiliation, creampie, intense orgasms(?), multiple orgasms, cum eating, insecurities, derogatory language, sexual face-slapping, punishments, dumbification, overstimulation, basically pwp.

let's go!

you sighed heavily as your boots clicked along the laminated floor of your university.

today so far had been a hassle. traffic kept you 2 hours late from school you were earlier fired from your job. your ex boyfriend had recently been stalking you and to top it off there was no hot water this morning.

you were beyond stressed.

most of the time you could deal with it you had thousands of stress relieving techniques. but this time you were all types of frustrated, with school, your job, sexually, friendships, family. you sighed heavily as you dragged yourself inside your classroom.

the bright walls of your university aided in your pounding headache. the distinct smell of coffee and muffins flooded your nose as you blinked slowly.

the tall dark bookcases shielding you from the sunlight as you sluggishly made your way to your seat.

you slumped down on your chair as you massaged your temples in effort to calm your self down. your headache clouded your vision immensely you hastily downed your water and some paracetamol nursing your forehead throughout.

you hadn’t been out on a real date in months. it seemed like the universe didn’t want you on dates, you rarely ever found yourself being okay with that fact.

whilst in a trance your best friend jimin walked excitedly into the classroom.

he constantly and i mean constantly reminded you off the things you were missing out on but it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go out but the issue was you were way too busy.

being an english, law and history major meant that you were constantly studying literally.

you did love him though he always tried for you.

"_____ !! " your friend jimin called out to you. you grumbled in annoyance as you turned your neck towards him.

"what." you sighed out tiredly.

" what the- what's wrong with you ______ ?!" he exclaimed loudly.

" jimin... why are you so loud. " you whine loudly.

“ shut up ___ im literally your only friend.” he said nonchalantly.

“ stopppp!” you whined with a breathy giggle.

“ anyways what are you doing here you have biology?” you asked innocently wiping your exhausted eyes.

“ uhhh... well..”

“ spit it outtt.” you say , head tilting slightly.

" sorry _____ i just- i have a number to give you and i don't call it until you get home! trust me you'll thank me later!!”

0800-765-877

it looked like a legit number so you decided to trust him this one time.

"come on ____ class ended 20 minutes ago wake up." he whined loudly.

" what.....? " you yawned as you groggily wiped your eyes.

jimin let out an exasperated sigh as he dragged you out of class and to your apartment.

" i love you but sometimes i feel like stabbing you. " he says plainly.

" sorry chim, ive just been really stressed lately. i'll make it up to you i promise."

"you can make it up to me by calling that number, it'll solve all your problems i promise."

" jimin... did you connect me to a sugar daddy or something? " you asked as you flopped down onto your sofa

" something like that." he said grinning

" okay well you can go home now . " you muttered yawning

" promise me you'll call them? "

" okay, okay now you can go. "

as jimin left you groaned into your pillow did you have to call them it wasn't really gonna change anything. but at the same time jimin would do the same for you.

your home was simple, minimalistic but you loved it your soft grey sofa in the corner. your small tv playing comfort noise in the background.

you fought your tiredness to finish your essay due for next week. you ached in places you didn't even know you had the most you were aching was down there.

you hadn't had any sexual action in weeks even months.

you decided to go up to your room to try and relive yourself.

you sighed as your hands hovered over the pulsating area.

as a finger trailed it's way up your slit you involuntarily whined as you got tired of the foreplay you plunged a finger inside your soppy cunt.

your plush walls also fighting to relish your much needed orgasm as you groaned into your pillow.

you moaned, whined, groaned and breathed heavily as you desperately tried to reach your high.

you angrily quickened your pace. you were trying so hard yet you still weren't feeling anything.

in a huff you decided to stop trying to reach your endless high.

in the corner of your eye you saw the number jimin had left you.

it wouldn't hurt to call right?

it wasn't gonna be anything weird..... right ?

you took a small breathe as your fingered trembled attempting to type in the numbers.

1 ring

2 rings

3 rings

......

" h-hello? " you whispered out meekly

" hey honey, why don't you speak up for us?" the man on the other end spoke in a deep voice

" im sorry i- i don't know what this- is r-really for?" you spoke slightly louder as you stumbled over your words

"it's a sexhotline darling? "

" i- i well oh...” you huffed out , eyes widening softly you were lost in a trance of thought.

you were suddenly put on hold.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you gave yourself time to think.

it wouldn’t hurt right?

you were basically an adult, you felt like a teenage girl again.

so you decided.

Putting a client on hold was a part of their fun. It allows the person to wait and to draw out the anticipation. however in this case you were just confused.

you’ve been pacing back and forth inside your bedroom for minutes it was half eleven in the night , and you certainly didn’t think that your attention would be on this instead of your essay.

suddenly you heard another 'hello' erupt from the phone quickly you grabbed your device breathing heavily you gulped and mustered up your voice.

" h- hi i just want you to know that y-you can carry on I've been- struggling and i- need some just some help?" you say whispering the last part.

" you want us to help you cum bun? " another voice said this time it was lighter, kinder in a way.

“don’t make us talk to ourselves, darling.” the other man snarls.

a gasp emits from your dry lips when the tone of his voice turns firm. there was a strict, domineering tinge in his speech that made you sit still. you were too shocked to reply as your mind tried to comprehend the situation that you got yourself into.

“I-I…” you stuttered completely, wanting to smack yourself in the face. the pet names, their voices it was all over whelming you too much.

you let out a needy whine, both of the men groaned quietly into the phone.

" how old are you baby ? " baby. they called you baby.

" i-im 19? "

" fuck, will you be okay with this?" they ask to make sure

jungkook can’t help the soft growl escape his lips. It has been so rare for him to receive callers who aren’t twenty-five and above, and you might be his first time.

“Ohh, baby girl,” he bites his lip, “I think you’re the first client I’ve had who’s so young.” jungkook says to you

“ is that okay , i-im sorry- "

“Oh, its more than okay , baby. You still wanna continue? I can make you feel so…” he pauses, groaning quietly to himself, “so good.”

your pussy clenches around nothing as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second

"  yes daddy. " you say nodding to yourself. you suddenly froze as you realised the contents of your words

taehyung's eyes widen in shock, his mouth agape, certainly not expecting that sudden word to come out of your lips. He throws his head back, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he feels his dick harden.

It was so difficult for him to hold himself back because all he wanted to do was to say the dirtiest, nastiest things that he wants to do to you in your ear. but he had to slow down.

“daddy? Oh, what makes you call me that, hm? baby?”

you feel your throat go dry, your eyes wide in shock. You didn’t know what to respond without being so shocked with yourself.

" i-i just really need you please please please i need it. " you let it all out, you couldn't be bothered to hide it anymore.

“don’t be a brat kitten.“ taehyung snarled into the phone.

“ b-but daddy! please i- i need it so so bad it’s not fair!“ you whined softly as your fingers ghosted your aching, soppy cunt.

they both groaned loudly, as jungkook conversed with taehyung

" kook, fuck i need to do her in real life she's making this so hard for me."

" same here let's just go for it here she's going to make me cum in my pants." he sighed as he palmed himself to your weak whimpers.

" darling, me and tae were wondering if you wanted to do this in real life- we'd fuck you so good honey, you'd become our little cum dump id love to see your body tremble to the force of my cock. " taehyung said interrupting jungkook.

" yes.. please you said as you moaned quietly to their words

" okay bun, we'll text you where to meet us." jungkook breathed out.

the atmosphere was dripping with heavy lust your eyes shut right as you relished their deep gutural voices.

“ i can’t cum daddy please help me cum pleas-“ you begged in frustration

“oh honey, it’s okay sh- sh it’s ok ill help you just be patient okay? you can do that for me right?” jungkook said in a calm tone

" what's your name by the way."

" it's ____." you say meekly

" ____ edge yourself, fuck yourself just do not cum. "

and with that in the call ended

you sighed loudly grinning slightly, you were gonna get your brains done out by two sexy sounding men.

you smiled to yourself giddily as you finally got some sleep.

________________

the next morning you got up and did your daily routine entirely different you waxed everywhere, shaved, exfoliated, moisturised, basically every strawberry flavoured you had in your bathroom.

it was a Saturday, you had time to spare you texted jimin to meet him before you went to meet 'kook' and the other guy.

not to mention you were frustrated beyond belief you had done what they asked you to do and you half hate half love them for it.

on one hand you could cum from any suggestive touch you were given.

on the other hand you couldn't help but want to thank them you felt so ready for them.

you walked to the cafe.

the soft brown walls encompanied the mahogany floors and the cascade of plants across the room as you happily walked into the bustling cafe.

" what's got you so excited." he said grinning like the Cheshire cat

" uh nothing i just had some good sleep last night. " a lie.

" oh really? "

" yeah i even finished my essay!" not true but not false at the same time.

" wow! " jimin looked at you shocked

" jimin do you really have that little faith in me. " you say annoyed

" to be honest no. " he said chuckling

" jiminnn, well i have to be going now i have an appointment soon. " you explain pouting

" an appointment where? "

" somewhere special ? " you say in attempt to hide

" if you say so. " he uttered playfully and he watches you walk away

you stared at the building in front of you as you checked the address again and again it was a massive condo.

you rang the bell of the apartment square and dialled in the number seconds later you were buzzed in.

you took the elevator and anxiously played with your fingers you finally reached the floor you were headed to and walked into room 657 .

" h-hello i-im here it's ______ " you say confused you really made a large mistake.

suddenly turning around, you were pulled into a sloppy kiss. You immediately relaxed into it, wrapping your arms around his neck the deeper it went. Before it could go on too long, he pulled away.

Pressed between both of their bodies, you could help the way your body reacted. Your lips met Taehyung's again and you whimpered.

Jungkook took the opportunity to press his lips against your neck, skimming them over the collar now around your neck.

He hands gripped your waist, pulling your shirt up ever so slightly to touch the skin that became exposed.

Goosebumps across your skin and you gasped into Taehyung's mouth. The elder chuckled, reaching down to where Jungkook's deft fingers explored to tug up the hem of your shirt.

you gasped loudly as you tensed under their touch.

Already, you could feel your mind turning fuzzy, falling into your submissive roll to let them mold you how they wanted.

Jungkook chuckled as you lifted your arms, allowing Taehyung to pull your shirt off. Left in your bra, you couldn't help but cover your chest as vulnerability set in.

"None of that, bun," Jungkook growled softly, ripping your arms away from your chest. "You wanna be a good girl for us right? Let us take care of you?"

"Y-Yes..." You whined, whining when Taehyung leaned down pressing kisses against your chest above the seam of your bra. Gasping, you pushed your chest out to get more of the feeling.

"What a good girl," Taehyung cooed, falling to his knees in front of you.

You leaned back, using Jungkook as support to help Taehyung pull your jeans off completely. He tossed them away in a heap nearby and without wasting a second, his mouth was on your core.

The fabric of your panties put on the side, feeling his mouth on you fully but as he slid his tongue over your slit and caught your clit, you let out a soft moan.

"What a good kitten for us," Jungkook groaned, hands still cupping your breasts. He pinched your nipples, making your back arch as you cried out.

“Is that pretty pussy wet, Princess? Does your cunt ache to be filled by my cock?” jungkook coaxes

The filth of his words doesn’t surprise you, Under his teasing words, you feel yourself grow wet, your lust-filled desire mingling with the humiliation that flutters through you.

"Aw, your pussy that sensitive, baby?" Taehyung cooed pressing his middle finger to glide directly over the patch where your clit was, making your hips curve inwards as the intensity was blare enough to startle you.

He chuckled deeply at that, kind of sounding like a purr and just when you didn't think he could fuck with your sanity anymore than he was already doing, he turned his head to the side and lapped his wet muscle along your jugular vein before enclosing his lips area the area for harsh suck.

you moaned loudly as you arched your back against jungkook. taehyung put one leg over his shoulder to go deeper.

"Daddy!" You cried as his tongue slid through your folds. He moaned at the unimpeded taste of your cunt. Circling your entrance, he eagerly tasted everything you had to offer.

" don't take it all tae, shit she looks hot." jungkook groaned into your neck, biting licking and sucking against your sweet spot.

you whined as you trembled against the two men. you felt hot.

"Fuck!" You shrieked, spasming when he gave you a slap against your sodden folds . " I—!"

" be careful girl." jungkook growled into your ear

you moaned apologies left right and centre as he continued to abuse your aching clit.

suddenly you were harshly pulled away from taehyung's hot wet muscle and pushed into the soft plush bed.

you whined in protest at your denied orgasm.

" now, you're going to choose. me or tae." jungkook questioned sadistically

" i...i can't choose that i okay um jungkook?" you said in a small voice.

" good decision honey, now lie back let me take care of you." he cooed kindly

taehyung scoffed as he sat back

you were more than happy like this, but when you shifted your hips to grind your centre against his, you both groaned open-mouthed into the kiss.

You could feel that he was already hard in his boxers. Knowing that his willing cock was so close to your needy core erased your mind of any thoughts that weren't of him.

When you dragged your clit against him again you keened, the pleasure incredible despite the barriers between you.

he felt so big as you continued your actions

suddenly you felt his large and literally massive cock push into your plush soppy cunt.

you moaned loudly as jungkook groaned.

taehyung smirked as he shook his head.

" get moving i wanna see her squirt."

jungkook rocked back and forth at a steady pace it was amazing don't get me wrong but you wanted more you needed more.

"more! more please harder jungkook please! " you begged.

" princess, don't beg for things you can't keep up with." he chuckled

there was an animalistic gaze in his eye as he started plunging into your pussy, taehyung mouth open jerking himself off at the sight, your open lie open as he ground his fat cock into you.

you felt hot and euphoric and couldn't help but let moans continuously fall out of your mouth.

suddenly you felt a harsh slap on your face. you felt tears well up in your eyes.

Without warning, his cock was rammed inside you. Raw and hard with the way your pussy was soaking wet from your denied orgasm , he began to relentlessly fuck into you.

tears began spilling out of your eyes continuously and your moans became pornographic.

as if he couldn't go any faster he began to drill inside you, your body shook in ecstasy as his fat cock was pistoned into you.

you felt your high approaching, you panicked and begged for them to let you come.

" please! please let me cum ! ill be good , ill be a good girl ! " you cried out towards them

jungkook craned himself to be face to face with you, as he stared at you with his dark and lustful. his wet lips capture yours into a sloppy kiss .

he forced your mouth open and let his tongue glide upon yours. he sucked on the wet muscle softly as you cried out.

everything felt so good, too good.

you came 3 times alone with jungkook and felt overstimulated beyond belief.

" now it's my turn . " taehyung dead panned

" w-what i can't take anymore ill just su- "

" i said. it's my turn. " he uttered in a harsh tone

you wailed in frustration as your body writhed in defeat .

" you're gonna take it . that's what you asked for . " he spat at you.

observing the way your eyes darken, turning neediness, and the way your chest heaves in short breaths, Taehyung’s jaw flexes.

He pressed the tip against your hole, seeing you tense up almost immediately. taehyung rubbed the end of his cock along your wet cunt before sinking himself into you.

" d-daddy ple- ! " you body spasmed against the head board as taehyung suddenly slammed his body into you continuously.

“ you’re such an eager little whore, aren’t you?” he purrs, condescension laced in his tone.

you tightly held onto the relentless man as you felt your high approaching once more.

taehyung’s thrusts became sloppy as he grunted against your neck.

you felt your body swirl and turn around you and you finally came.

hours later

you groggily woke up as you felt your body give out into the bed.

“ hel- hello? ” you said wearily

“ hi princess.” taehyung smirked

“ round 5?” jungkook asked

you sighed as you submitted to them in their bed

here we go again.

5 missed calls from jimin

[deanzboyfriend]

Bounty gone wrong

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin/Mando x gn reader (No Y/N)

Genre: Angst with sprinkle of fluff at the end

Warnings⚠️: Injuries, guns (blasters), violence, cursing, death threats, ooc Mando bc im a softie

Requested: No

Summary: You get hurt on a bounty hunt gone wrong, which causes Din’s feelings to come to the surface.

A/N: This is my first Din/Star Wars fic :) Also, I am very bad at titles- but thanks to @tinyphantomsalad for the bounty’s name! Enjoy <3

It was supposed to be a quick-and-easy hunt. You and Din had made a stop on Nevarro to get a few maintenance checks on the Crest and to find an at least decently paying job to buy some supplies. The job that Greef had given you two seemed fairly simple - Go in, track down Drayden, get out. It seemed easy enough. The bounty, Nok Drayden, had minimal fighting experience, no guards, and you had his last known location. With the information you got, you left Grogu with Cara and headed off on the crest to the bounty’s location.

-

You should’ve known in your time with Din that things are never that easy. When you arrived at the cantina that Drayden was hiding in, it was nearly empty. That should’ve been your first warning sign. You saw him exiting through the back, but when you and Din chased him, all hell broke loose.

Drayden brought escorts. Armed escorts. It was a trap. He wanted Din’s beskar and the location of the child.

“Dammit! Din, we have to get out of here.” You continue to hide behind a pillar. “I know.” His modulated voice responds. More guards start to show up and the blaster fire gets thicker. “We need to move now Din, or we’re not gonna make it out of this place alive!” You shift your body to where only your arms were visible in front of the pillar so you could fire back. Din looks back towards you and nods.

You start your charge forward, taking out as many as you can. You attempt to keep them out of Din’s path as he gets to higher ground to take out the ones on the rooftops. You breathe heavily, taking out a few more of the guards that were on the ground. You see Din climbing down when you feel someone grab you from behind. “Kriff! MANDO!” You yell out as you’re put in a choke hold.

Din raced towards you, but Drayden made him stop in his tracks when he took out a knife and put it to your neck. “Not another step, Mandalorian, or I’ll slit the throat of your little friend here before I rip that pretty beskar off your corpse.” Din takes a step back. “Good, good. Now put your weapons on the ground, then maybe we can make a deal.” Din slowly bends down and places his blaster on the ground. “Now, you can give me the location of the child and destroy my puck, or you can watch your companion die by my hands. Sounds like a bargain, no?”

You looked right at Din’s visor and shook your head. I’ve had enough of this. You don’t give Din any time to consider negotiations with the bounty as you swing your leg around to hit the back of Drayden’s knees. You get a split second to fight back as you get yourself out of the chokehold. Unlucky for you, you had a strength disadvantage, so as you went in for the knockout hit, he was able to escape your grip and get a hit at your nose. You get knocked back a bit, your eyes watering. Drayden took this to his advantage and stabbed you in your side. You cry out in pain and double over. “CYAR’IKA!”

Din immediately takes action, taking out the bounty before he could do anymore damage to you. He rushes over and accesses the damage. “Well shit Din, I g-guess he got me good huh.” Your eyes start to droop as you get weaker from the blood loss. “No, no, cyar’ika you have to keep your eyes open for me. We need to get back to the ship.” Din tries to make his voice sound calm, but seeing you like this is making his heart drop into his stomach. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “‘m trying Din”

Din picks you up, being mindful of your wound, knowing you won’t be able to stand on your own much longer. You groan at your injury being moved around. “I know, cyare, I’m sorry. Come on, you have to stay awake.” You try to concentrate on Din’s voice as an attempt to stay awake for him. It was getting harder and harder for you to stay awake. “‘m sorry, Din. I’m t-too tired...” Din attempted to keep you from giving up because you were almost to the Crest, but as soon as you went limp in his arms, he ran as fast as his legs would take him.

When he finally got you set down, he was frantically searching the medical kit for what he needed. He rushes back to your side and silently apologizes to you. For letting you get hurt. For putting you in danger. For not trusting his instincts.

He cuts your shirt open on the side to get a better look at the wound. He gives you a bacta shot before starting to attend to your injury. He can’t lose you. Not like this. He can’t. He never told you he loved you. Never told you that he wanted to marry you someday. Start a family with you.

When he finished, he sits down beside you and holds your face in his gloved hand. He sits there in silence, just watching your chest move up and down, just to reassure himself that you’ll be ok. That you’re safe. “Cyar’ika I- I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I-I should’ve told you sooner how I...how I felt about you. I haven’t felt like this before and the fact that I almost lost you before I could tell you? I just can’t think of a world without you in it. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner kar’ta.” You let out a small pained chuckle as you put your hand atop his gloved one.

“You know, I never would’ve thought Mr. ‘Scary-intense-and-covered-in-beskar’ could be so soft.” Din let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You’re awake...How much of that did you hear?” He asks you. “Mmmm just, maybe, all of it. I’m glad my limited Mando’a came in handy because I love you too. So kriffing much that it hurts. And I know it’s not the hole in my side, that bacta kicked in really fast.” Din chuckles. “I’m glad it did, cyare, I’m glad it did.”

— fin —

Permanent tag list: @morcias @criminalswifts @maalinas

Other: @djarinscyare

[fruitymimi]

My Darling - Light Yagami x Reader

Reader is a detective taking over the Kira case and Light likes being called Kira...

A/N: ok so yall... this might be a little much but im testing some other things like the posession and what not in this fic... cause i wanted to make free bird sort of dark, but i didn’t know if yall were comfortable with that. lmk tho. and before i even put it in the warnings, light mentions the reader calling him “my god” and this in no way is to disrespect any religion or make anyone uncomfortable. purely just light yagami’s god complex.

Also I promise I’m gonna write Free Bird soon, just tell me how dark I’m allowed to go with it cause... I can give y’all crazy Hawks..

warnings: DEATH NOTE SPOILERS even tho its been 14 years, light has reader call him “my god” and kira, lots of degradation, mentions of ryuzaki’s death, light and reader talk about light’s relationship with misa, so this includes cheating and talk about cheating, i think thats all? ill update if i notice anything else

pairing: Light Yagami x Reader

words: 3307... the way this is the longest story i’ve posted...

“It just doesn’t make sense. Why would Kira leave such a big opening for us both?” Y/N squinted their eyes, looking down at the table full of supposed “evidence” that was left after Ryuzaki’s death. Y/N was the only person Ryuzaki truly trusted to take his place, even though he always said he trusted Light, he still had his lurking suspicions. 

“Maybe Kira wanted someone to find out..” Light said, looking at the back of their neck, his lip caught between his teeth. He’d always felt this way about Y/N, always had a hidden lust for them ever since he first laid eyes on them when he was taking his exams. His attitude would be different towards Y/N, always seemed more patient and kind with them, but annoyed and arrogant towards others. 

Y/N shook their head, “you know, Light,” Y/N turned to face him, crossing their arms over their chest, “sometimes I wonder how I lost my valedictorian spot to you in highschool,” they jokingly teased, poking his chest. They could have sworn his eyes glowed red, but they were instantly comforted with his regular face, his typical heartthrob-like appearance. 

Light chuckled, putting his hand behind his neck, a bright smile on his lips. “You know sometimes I think a bit too fast,” Light said, his eyes forming crescents as he smiled. 

They hummed. “Maybe you got your valedictorian spot because you used your smile to your advantage. I remember that was how you got out of classes and late slips,” they rambled, turning back around to face the table of evidence. 

 Light licked his lips, watching when they bent over the table.  “Ah… You noticed?” he asked, “I’d say you were flirting with me, hm?” Light tilted his head, noticing how they froze. 

“Light, you know I couldn’t do that to Misa.” Y/N said, shaking their head as they went back to their work. “You know I couldn’t hurt a friend..” they mumbled. 

Light let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. “It’s always ‘Misa this..’ or ‘Misa that’. Who cares how she feels?” Light hummed, placing his hand on top of Y/N’s, meeting their gaze. 

Light has thought about this before. If he wanted to date Y/N, he didn't have to tell them about his true identity, though Light has always thought about how amazing it would be to have his darling on top of him, calling him Kira. It would feed his ego, make him feel like the most powerful man on earth.

Y/N pulled their hand away, tilting their head. “Shouldn’t you..? You’re her boyfriend.” They reminded, shaking their head once more. 

“Mm, not for long..” Light whispered, leaning against the table with his head cocked back. “I don’t want her. I want someone else.” Light told Y/N, turning his head to face them again. 

Y/N blinked, staring into Light’s eyes. It was a habit they had, a habit that developed during the beginning days of the Kira investigation when they were accusing Light of the murders and it was almost impossible to read his deadpan expression. But when they looked into his eyes at this very moment, it was almost like they shined red. Almost a twinkle of scarlet. 

“What do you mean? Misa has plans to marry you, Light. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was naming your future kids as we speak-“ 

They were cut off by Light moving behind them, his lips awfully close to their ear as he opened his mouth to speak. “I said what I said.” he told them, “And I meant what I said.” Light ran his hand up Y/N’s arm, looking at their reflection in the computer screen in front of him with hooded eyes. “Now, Y/N, answer me this… Do you want something with me? All you have to do is nod that pretty head of yours and I’ll be all over you..” He whispered in their ear. 

Y/N hesitated for a moment. They were “good” friends with Misa, by good, it means they have had their fair share of insults thrown back and forth due to Light’s obvious difference in tone and emotion towards the two. Misa always suspected that Light & Y/N were up to something, more importantly, the poor girl was so paranoid that she thought Y/N was going to take her precious Light, yet she never acted on her suspicions due to Light always being with Ryuzaki during the day, she just assumed they didn’t have anything to hide. Either way, Misa or not, Y/N wanted Light just as much as Light wanted them, it was all a question of morality. If Misa walked in and saw her boyfriend pressed against the person who was now the head investigator of the Kira case, Y/N was sure the girl would freak, though Light has always told Misa that if anything were to happen to Y/N and their family, Light’s relationship with Misa would change in an instant and he wouldn’t think twice.

Y/N bit down on their lip, nodding their head. “I want it..” they mumbled, closing their eyes when they heard Light laugh, that pretty little laugh he always did. 

“Good choice.” Light said, spinning them around. Light looked down at them, pressing his lips against theirs. In all honesty, Light had never done anything intimately with feelings behind it. His body felt like it was on fire after discovering what it feels like to actually enjoy the kiss they shared. 

Y/N wrapped his arms around Light’s neck, leaning into their kiss as they fluttered their eyes shut. 

Light pulled away after a few seconds, his hand finding its way to the back of Y/N’s neck. “Pretty soon Misa will be out of the picture,” he hummed, his free hand finding the bottom of their shirt. “And you and I will be able to be together without having to worry about her,” Light tugged the thin fabric off of their body, tongue trailing down to wrap around their hardened nipple. 

Y/N arched into his touch, a gasp escaping their clenched teeth. “What do you mean Misa will be out of the picture..?” they asked, brushing his hair back. 

Light’s eyes flickered up to meet Y/N’s, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he took their nipple into his mouth. Light took the other nipple between his fingers, leaving Y/N’s question unanswered. 

Again, Y/N could have sworn that they saw a red glow in his eyes when he looked up and smiled. 

Light pulled off of their nipple with a pop. “I want you to get on your knees for me,” Light said to them, standing up from his kneeled position. 

Y/N instantly did what he said, unbuckling his pants, allowing them to fall to his ankles. Y/N looked up at him, tugging at his plain black boxers to expose his half-hard cock. Light sucked in a deep breath, his hands coming to Y/N’s hair. 

“Be good for me and choke on my cock..” Light whispered, watching them wrap their lips around his tip. He bit down on his lip, his hips arching forward to meet Y/N’s mouth, pushing himself farther down his throat. He watched his cock disappear down their throat. He gripped their hair, keeping their head in place as he thrusted his hips back and forth into them. He loved hearing them choke on his cock, it made him feel so powerful. “That’s fucking right, baby… Such a good little whore for me…”

They looked up at him through his lashes, keeping their mouth open for Light to use. Light made eye contact with them, keeping their hair from getting in their way. Light took in a sharp breath through his teeth, humming in approval. “So skilled using that pretty little mouth of yours… Keep doing it… Just like that..” he said to them. “Imagine what Misa would think… How do you think she would react if she walked into this room and saw you on your knees for me, taking all my dick down that pretty throat of yours… Think she’d be upset? ...Think she’d snap?” Light mumbled the last part, his eyes almost rolling back as he watched them.

Y/N hummed around him, the vibrations caused his dick to twitch in their mouth.. Y/N squinted their eyes, they knew Light knew something they didn’t, but Y/N would never think that he was Kira or something. To be honest, they never really know what they would do if Light turned out to be him and Ryuzaki was right. They always got so defensive and annoyed whenever Ryuzaki would even bring up the accusation. Y/N doesn’t think they could even be mad at Light, they loved him too much. He was basically their best friend.

“How does it feel, hm? Being below me, sucking my cock like the good little pet you are…” He watched them roll their tongue against his tip, swirling it over his slit. “Worship my cock like it’s your god, slut. You should be working but you’re mouth wide open all for me… It just shows I have so much control over you, yeah? I can tell you to do anything and you’d do it for me without hesitation?”

They nodded, maintaining eye contact with Light as he thrusted in and out of their mouth. 

“Making all those lewd noises… Oh, I’m sorry. You can’t control how dick depraved you are,” Light laughed, “ When I fuck into that pretty hole, I want you to scream my name, darling. I want you to cry ‘cause you feel so fucking good getting split open on my cock.”

Light hummed, “Get up. I want you to lean over against the table. And pull off your pants..” Light said to them, pulling away from their mouth. They did as he said, leaning over the table how he wanted, bent over for Light. 

Light walked over to them, rubbing his tip against their hole. “Aww… Look at that… Already stretched and ready… You’ve been waiting for a fat cock to fuck that pretty hole, hm? Before you came here, you fucked yourself, huh?” Light teased, slowly pushing his tip against them, “Well, my darling… Who does this body belong to now?”

“You..” Y/N whispered, laying their head down against the cold table. 

Light gripped their hips, pushing into them with one hard thrust. “Say it louder. I don’t think you convinced me yet..” he said. 

“My body’s all yours, Light. All yours to play with and fuck..” They told him, closing their eyes with a moan. “It feels so fucking good, Light..”

Light hummed, placing his hand on their lower back to keep them stable. “So fucking tight… that pretty little hole of yours is taking all of me… As it should..” he mumbled, beginning at a decent pace.

They felt their eyes cross at the feeling of his cock, gripping onto the edge of the table. “All for you, Light!” they moaned out when they felt him brush against their sensitive spot, toes curling. 

Light chuckled. “Ah… I found it..” he whispered, angling his hips to rock against that area over and over. “I can’t wait for you to cum all over this cock… Have you acting like a bitch in heat. Look back at me when I fuck you. I want to see your face… That pretty expression.”

They looked back at him, biting down on their lip to conceal the noises spilling out of their mouth. 

“Be as loud as you want, darling. Let everybody know that I’m the one making you feel this good. Let them know that your body is mine.” Light snapped his hips into them, quickening his pace. “Such a good little bitch, yeah?”

“I don’t want-… I don't want Misa to walk in!” Y/N arched their back, feeling tears fill at the brim of their eyes. They could feel the burn of the stretch from his cock still, but it was a feeling that they absolutely loved. They always dreamed about what it would be like to have Light stretching them open. 

Light pulled their hair, pressing them against his chest. “I don’t fucking care. Let her walk in. You should be grateful for my cock. You know Misa always is ready for me and asks everyday, but I always say no because I want to be buried inside of you. Don’t fucking act like an ungrateful bitch, take what’s given to you. Say you’re sorry.”

Y/N nodded, the tears spilling out of their eyes. “I’m sorry, Light..” 

“No, Y/N… What are you sorry for?” he asked, his hand coming down to smack their ass, watching the jiggle. 

“I’m sorry for being ungrateful. Thank you for your cock..” They whimpered. 

“I want you to call me your God..” Light whispered in their ear, “Say you’re sorry, ‘My God’.” Light told them. 

They looked up at him, cheeks soaked in tears. “...What do you mean?” They asked, still gripping at the table with sore knuckles. 

Light bit down on his lip to conceal a smile. “Oh… I forgot.. Cute little detective doesn’t know what I’m talking about..” Light would be lying if he said this conversation wasn’t egging him on, lying if he said the thought of Y/N being stretched on his cock and not knowing his true identity didn’t excite him. 

Y/N bit down on their lip, rocking their hips backward to meet his thrusts. “I-I don’t understand what you’re talking about..” Y/N whimpered, looking up at him through their lashes. 

Light let out a deep breath, humming into their ear. “You being so oblivious is so sexy, you know..” Light continued moving his hips, feeling Y/N clench around him. “What if I told you…” Light took his sweet time punctuating each of his words with a rough thrust, looking down at them, “What if I told you that the man who’s fucking into this tight hole of yours knew something you didn’t about Kira, hm?”

Y/N winced at the feeling, “If you have affiliations then-- fuck, then you should have told me, Light. You know how important this case was to Ryuz-”

“I don’t have affiliations with Kira, darling…” Light leaned down, mostly for dramatic effect. He took Y/N’s jaw into his hand, making them look up in the reflection of the computer screen. Y/N opened their eyes, looking up at their two moving bodies, listening to his voice and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He rolled his hips into him, hitting deeper areas as he breathed heavily into their ear.

“I am Kira.”

Y/N looked at him in the computer reflection. “Light don’t.. Joke around with me like that…” His eyes were doing that red thing again.

Light hummed. “I felt you clench around me, darling. Does that simple idea excite you? Getting fucked by someone you’ve been chasing for so, so long, only to end up at his mercy… If you tell on me, you’ll have no choice but to tell them how you found out and what you were doing to find this out. Imagine how disgusted the press would be if they found out you were spread open for Kira’s cock, hm? No… Imagine how disgusted Ryuzaki is in you... “ Light chuckled.

Y/N moaned out at his words, smacking a palm over their mouth as they went wide eyed. Something about the particular situation was sending them into a frenzy. Their sex spasming around Light, legs going weak and shaky as a band snapped in their stomach, orgasm washing over their body without warning. They knew it was wrong, but they were too caught in the moment to stop or prevent it. They wanted Light so badly for so long, the fact that he admitted to being Kira was only aiding the burning lust for him. They relaxed into his hand that was still holding his jaw, broken whimpers falling from their bruised lips.

“I knew you’d get off to the thought like a fucking slut… So do it. Moan my name as I fuck you into overstimulation, have that body aching for more. Gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight, gonna make sure you know who owns this pretty body. I’m gonna make sure you know that only I, Kira, can make you cum like that…” He whispered into their ear, his eyes still staring at them in the computer’s reflection.

Y/N’s face burned, eyes hooded as they panted. “Fuck me, Kira… Please… I’m all yours…” Y/N said, watching his lips turn into a smile and his cheeks flush red instantly, “It turns me on knowing that you’re Kira and you own my body…” They kept going, “I want you to fill me with your cum, make me remember who owns me even after you pull out. I want to feel you for days, Kira..”

Light let out a grunt, closing his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching. It was something about Y/N calling him Kira that made his knees go weak. Hearing Kira always made Light feel some type of way, but hearing Y/N moan out the name sent shivers down Light’s spine. It was like the simple name was at the top of some made up hierarchy in his head, hearing someone call him Kira while they were bent over for his cock, begging for his cum made him feral.

He bit down on Y/N’s neck as he came, his hips stuttering, making his thrusts sloppy. He let out a string of curses, his chest heaving against Y/N’s back. “So fucking good for me..” he hiccuped, his hands still gripping Y/N’s jaw tightly. He finally let it go, looking at the pretty handprint left on their skin, the same on their hips.

Y/N couldn’t believe what they just did, but somehow it just made them want more. They turned around onto their back, gripping Light’s shirt collar. “Keep going, please..” They begged, looking up at him with glossy eyes and tear marked cheeks.

Light laughed, his hands finding their hips again as he slid back into them. “I knew you were a slut, but I didn’t think you were this slutty,” Light looked down at them, finding a rhythm in his thrusts, “Getting off to the fact that I’m a criminal, one you’ve spent so much time trying to trace… And all this time, he was right in front of you. Well, I guess right on top of you now, huh?” He chuckled, watching their face twist in pleasure.

Y/N nodded, eyes crossing as he spoke. “You’re so fucking big, Kira..”

Light moved his hands to their cheeks, roughly pressing his lips against theirs, moaning into their mouth as he slid his tongue between their lips. 

He continued his hip thrusts, Y/N’s whimpers and moans spilling into his mouth. 

“Gonna cum for me again?” Light asked, looking into their eyes. 

They nodded, looking back at him. “I wanna cum..” they said, pulling him into another kiss. 

“Cum with me then..” he said, quickening his hips. Light never felt any better, he was in pure ecstasy, knowing he was able to fuck the person he’d been fantasizing about for years, and they even get off to Light’s obvious god complex. He couldn’t ask for more. 

They both came, pressing against each other as they moaned in unison. 

After a little while, Light sat up and looked down at Y/N, stroking their cheek with his thumb, a smile on his lips.  

“You know, baby… We should do this again sometime.”

[cottoncandyjester]

What if another person tried to kidnap the yanderes darlings👀

All their reactions will of course be to get you back so I only did the ones that would have the strongest reactions

Also im gonna start pairing hikaru with a y/n who doesn't give a shit about his degrading..cause it's wayyy funnier

Warning this contains: death, talk of torture, cannibalism, yandere behavior, kidnapping

Theodore

Definitely wasn't expecting it

Theo is normally prepared but he doesnt have any idea what to do

He of course has to find out who would touch you and how to get rid of them

He is usually so calm and collected but when he gets you back he is merciless with your captor, cold and unnerving downright sadistic

He wants them to suffer for worrying him and stealing his little wife/husband

"so this is where you've been hiding" Theo spoke softly to you with a smile as he gazed at your restraints before setting you free and kissing your wrists which were lightly bruised from the restraints but he heard footsteps his eyes growing cold.

"angel, close your eyes and cover your ears okay? Don't stop til I say..please" he spoke softly before turning his back to you before walking away. Soon screams of pure agony filled the air a constant screaming before utter silence, Theo soon returning to you covered in blood now wiping his glasses clean with a gentle humming

"how about we go home and take a shower, okay angel?"

Axis

He gets his brother to help

He is unstable without you

Like he can't think straight and all his senses seem to not work properly he is utterly hopeless

The person who took you will feel his wrath

Axis always shows his his cute side but when he gets you he gets dark as hell

Aka he lets salem devour them

"sweetie! Oh thank goodness I found you!" Axis chirped out pressing a kiss against your lips before he set you free from the cage you were in. "Let's go home okay? I missed you so much!" He huffs out.

"you can't take them" axis shuddered at the voice of your captor and something feral come out of him, they took you..took you away and did god knows what. With a whistle it seems he got salem's attention who was sitting outside the room. Axis turned to you smiling sweetly while salem pounced the sounds of screaming and bones cracking filling the room as axis helped you out the cage and covered your eyes from behind guiding you out the room.

"don't mind the noise okay? I know it's loud." He whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss on the back of your neck.

Yuki

It's cute that people think they can take you from him

Is very prepared

It takes three hours before he's coming to you to get you

He doesn't seem angry but he is

He's downright cold just cruel

You sobbed softly as your captor tortured you using a knife to cover your body with small but deep cuts, you soon heard a faint sound and looked to the window seeing Yuki open it softly when the two of you locked eyes he pressed a finger to his lips signalling silence.

You tried your best to avoid staring at him as he hopped down from the window into the room the soft sounds of his footsteps alerting your captor who turned around.

"whose the-"

Yuki shoved a gun barrel into the stranger's mouth his eyes cold and dull as he locked eyes with them. "Die." Yuki whispers out shooting the pistol watching them drop before he aimed at them firing again..and again..and again. He didn't stop until the gun clicked so he checked the ammo and was about to even put a new magazine in bloodlust swirling in his eyes.

"y-yuki!" You snapped out your body shaking at the sight of the clearly dead body filled with holes. Yuki glanced down and tilted his head to the side giving a sleepy little oh before putting the gun away and untying you noticing your cuts and shoved his sweater onto you before scooping you into his arms.

"I'm teaching you how to fight."

His mumbled out as he took you home.

Rin

Sweetheart he is the leader of a whole gang of clown thugs

It takes him like thirty minutes to find you and the entire time he's smiling

Like "oh well what are you gonna do I guess haha time to get my y/n lol"

In actuality he's PISSED

When he gets you he doesn't show it though

He actually encourages the captor for a little bit before utterly slaughtering them.

"one step closer and I'll kill them!" You whimpered as you were held at knife point staring at rin with fear in your eyes but rin... simply pulls up a chair and plopped a seat his smile never leaving his face. "Go ahead" he stated out now gazing at his purple painted nails.

"boss, are you sure?" One of his goons asked out and rin chuckled before getting up. "They won't do it, that's the funny part. They are just a dumb coward too scared to do it" he explained skipping over to you watching how your captor shook in nervousness pressing the blade closer to your neck blood starting to spill.

"do it motherfucker, I'm fucking waiting" rin whispers out leaning in close his eyes widening almost looking like they were glowing. "Y-you're a monster" your captor cried now shoving you but rin wasn't done tormenting them. "I'll give you two choices, slit your throat...or suffer as my gang force you down and touch you in ways that makes you wish you were dead, over and over til you're a broken bitch, I mean either way they are gonna violate you but wouldn't it be better for them to do it when you're dead and you can't feel their groping hands?" Rin cheers out

Your captor backed up til their back hit a wall as rin hummed sweetly walking closer and closer to them before grabbing them by the shirt yanking them close.

" stop being a fucking pussy and choose or I'll be the one doing the violatinf and trust me you don't want that" rin whispers darkly in their ear before shoving them down and turning to you and his group.

"have fun boys try not to make too much a mess, I'm going home!" he cheers out now walking towards you and holding his hand out towards you with a grin helping you up. "Aweee are you crying?! You're so cute! Cutie cutie cutie!" He cooed now squishing your cheeks together completely ignoring the violence happening behind him.

"let's go home and eat dino nuggets!" He said happily before glancing behind him with an annoyed hiss "fucking coward slit his throat..." He mumbled under his breath but shook it off now taking your hand and skipping with a happy him guiding you away.

Hikaru

He doesn't realize you're gone at first

It takes him a day

He thought you were being a brat and hiding again so he decided to be pretty and ignore you..but he missed you and realizes you're kidnapped

He is pissed at you for being a dumbass and getting taken but also pissed at himself for letting it happen

When he goes there he doesn't even save you at first first he has to bitch about it

You two legit argue while you're tied up

Your captor is like "should i go orrrr..."

Of course they meet death but he has to complain first

Hikaru huffs as he stomped into the warehouse without a single care in the world his eyes glaring at you as you looked at him with relief finally he came for you

"hika-"

"bitch do you know how much of a waste of time this is? Like damn y/n you love wasting my time and money so much you get snatched up" you felt all your relief get replaced with annoyance as your eyes drooped into a glare.

"oh yes hikaru cause I got kidnapped on purpose. If I wanted to waste your money I would steal your credit card" you hissed back and hikaru scoffs lightly.

"well I'm here, what's all the fuss about?"

"I'm fucking kidnapped hikaru! How about you stop being a dick and help they could kill or even violate me!"

Hikaru gave you a sassy expression clearly already fed up with you at this point. "Sweetie, they won't violate you. Gotta be worth violating for that" he sneers out

Your captor gazed at the two of you nervously as to two shouted at each other for the next ten minutes. "Excuse m-" hikaru took out a gun and shot them in the knee as quickly as they spoke before getting back to his argument.

"...all I'm saying is a thank you daddy would be nice! Like I came all the way over here I had a hair appointment but nooo I had to save you. You're so damn selfish"

"oh my fucking god...thank you daddy for coming to save me even though you're my damn BOYFRIEND! I'll get someone else to save me next time" you snapped out and hikaru pouted "your sass is not needed" he grumbled out before untying you.

Your captor who was in very much pain tried to speak and hikaru gave them a disgusted expression, was this plebian speaking to him? "Shut the hell up, it's your fault too you could have taken anyone but no you had to take my pet" he snapped shooting them in the head before grabbing you by your arm dragging you out while grumbling under his breath.

"I better get my dick sucked" he hissed out now shooting you an annoyed look.

Rocket

He is so worried

Like so worried

He's a himbo so it takes him a bit to realize that you aren't at the store getting him more hamburger steaks

One he figured it out he quickly went to find you

He was such a mess

Once he found you he was crying and hugging you so tight

Snapped your captor's neck

Uses his strength in scary ways.

"y/n! Oh darling! Are you okay sunshine? Are ya hurt?" Rocket squeaked out as he started to untie you his breathing shaky and tears in his eyes. Rocket heard footsteps come closer, in a panic he was shoving you in a closet to hide before meeting the eyes of your captor.

Wasn't long til he was breaking every bone in their body,starting with their arm snapping it like a twig before moving to their leg then to neck making it more and more painful. "I usually hate violence, but my sweetheart..is my everything" he whispers out before turning to you with a gentle smile

"darling, let's go home"

[latetaektalk]

love of my life | myg

“yoongi was always there for you, was always by your side, was always your rock to lean onto. he was the love of your life, but at one point, you had to come to accept reality and realise that some things come to an end.”

genre: established-relationship!au, heavy angst, fluff that hurts, grieving, pain, a lot of crying

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 6.989

warnings: mentions of character death, character death, reader isnt doing well in this, funeral, mention of sick characters, swearing, i dont know what else to tag this so please tell me if there is anything missing!!

playlist: dancing with your ghost - sasha sloan, now that you’re gone - lewis ross, hindenburg lover - anson seabra, just asking - aquilo

a/n: uh, this is a different from what i usually write and ive been trying to figure out how to execute this for months. i dont know how else to write this and im really not sure about the way i executed it, but i dont think i can improve this really? ive been sitting on this for months so i really just need to get it out at this point lol also yoongi and reader call each other toulouse and berlioz from the film aristocats!

The words danced in front of your eyes, bled together and even when you shook your head, you couldn’t decipher them. It was like they were taunting you, playing hide and seek with you and after another second, you gave up trying to read them altogether.

You let the notebook fall shut and land on the counter of the sink. With your hands, you held onto the edge of it. You looked at yourself in the mirror.

A pair of unfamiliar eyes stared back at you and you were about to turn your head to them and give them a smile, a smile that was meant to tell them that it was okay and to not cry anymore, but then you realised you were looking at yourself.

The fluorescent lights of this big bathroom brought out the harsh edges and lines of your face and made you look like a shell of a person. Your eyes were dark, empty and your skin looked grey, ashy almost.

You looked lifeless.

Your throat tightened painfully into a knot and you quickly averted your gaze, settling to stare into the sink instead. A shaky breath slipped past your lips and you could feel a shudder run down your spine. Your knuckles turned white, so white that they almost tore through your skin as you gripped tighter around the edge of the counter.

“Toulouse.”

You would have recognised his voice even if you had been deaf, would have recognised his voice even if the sky came crashing down on you and the world was screaming at you.

Your eyes locked with Yoongi’s in the mirror and almost immediately the corners of your lips started to turn up. There was just something so comforting about simply looking at him, something so calming.

“Berlioz,” you breathed out, blinking at him.

Yoongi was leaned against the wall next to the door of the bathroom and your gaze travelled down his form, admiring the perfectly tailored black suit he was donning. There was something so effortless about him, something so calming, something so familiar. His usual watch was strapped around his wrist and you wanted to tell him just how good he looked, but the words wouldn’t form on your tongue.

Yoongi didn’t seem to care even a little bit that he was standing in a women’s bathroom and that he would definitely get into trouble if he were to be caught. Instead of being warry, he looked as relaxed as ever.

“You okay?”

If you were completely honest, you didn’t remember or notice Yoongi walking in, but you were to blame for it. Your mind was just clouded, so clouded that you barely registered your surroundings anymore.

“Yeah, no, I’m okay,” you mumbled and watched Yoongi tilt his head at you and eye you through narrow slits.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked and folded his arms in front of his chest like he was questioning you, a deep knit forming between his brows.

“Yeah, of course,” you said a little too fast. It sounded rehearsed and Yoongi noticed, eyes softening at the sight of the tight smile etched onto your lips. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

There was a moment of silence, a moment where Yoongi and you just stared into each other’s eyes and deep down you knew exactly what he was telling you, but you refused to acknowledge it, refused to admit the truth.

“Okay,” Yoongi breathed, nodding before pushing off the wall and walking over to you. When he stopped next to you, you watched him flip open the notebook, finger tracing the first page like he had never seen it before.

“To: Min Yoongi aka Berlioz,” Yoongi whispered, reading out the first line of the page before moving on to the next line. “From: Y/L/N Y/N aka Toulouse,” he read the last line, “Happy Birthday!”

You stared at the letters in front of you, stared at the words you had written down in the notebook many moons ago before you gave Yoongi this notebook as a birthday present and slowly the smile melted off your face.

“Not really accurate anymore, is it?” Yoongi chuckled before flipping open the next page to be only met with your handwriting again.

“You said I could have it,” you mumbled and Yoongi’s smirk grew at your words before he closed the notebook and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. You wanted to protest for a second, tell him you were going to wrinkle his beautiful black suit, but the words died in your throat.

It was just too nice, too comforting to say something and you needed this, needed this hug. And Yoongi knew it before you did.

You essentially melted in Yoongi’s arms and wrapped your own around him, holding him close to you because you never wanted this hug to end, never wanted to pull away from Yoongi, never wanted to let him go.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Yoongi whispered into your ear and you could feel his breath ghost through your hair. Your arms tightened around him at his words and your eyes fell shut as you rested your head against his chest.

“You’re gonna get through this all,” Yoongi continued and his lips skimmed the crown of your head lightly, “I know you can do this, Toulouse.”

“It just hurts, Berlioz,” you whispered quietly, voice breaking when you finally admitted the truth, when you finally admitted to yourself and to him that you weren’t okay. “It hurts so incredibly much.”

At this point, you just wanted to forget, forget the last couple of days, forget everything that had happened. Deep down, however, you knew that it was the wrong thing to do, that you actually needed to move on, but right now that felt impossible.

Right now you felt like your world was burning up, falling apart, crumbling in front of your feet. You wanted to do something, stop it all, but you were beaten and lying on the dirty floor.

Yoongi hummed and placed his chin on top of your head, rocking you back and forth.

“But you know what to do when it hurts, right?” Yoongi asked, his voice resembling a quiet whisper more than anything else. It was so quiet, so quiet like it was barely there.

Your lips formed a harsh thin line before you swallowed and buried your face deeper into Yoongi’s neck because, of course, you knew, but you didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about it for even a second.

“I know,” you said softly, recalling the words Yoongi had said when you had first admitted to him that you were starting to fall apart, that you were starting to crumble underneath all of the pressure, that you were starting to lose yourself in all of the pain.

“You can do it,” Yoongi said and his arms tightened around you like he wanted to give you some strength. “I know right now it seems almost impossible, but trust me, you can do this.”

Tears started building up behind your eyes and you had to bite down on your tongue to stop them from spilling, but you knew it wasn’t going to work out for long.

The pain was just too much, eating you alive, gutting you inside out, leaving you empty and in pain. You didn’t feel human anymore, barely felt anything anymore except for the numbing pain and you knew that a part of you had died, had died the last few days.

“You’re so incredibly strong and amazing and great,” Yoongi mumbled into your ear, words cutting so deep into you that you teared up again and you felt brought down to your knees. “And there’s nothing you can’t do and this is no different.”

“Every day is a new start, an opportunity to get back up on your feet and fight through it all,” Yoongi continued, words slipping off his tongue with ease like he had prepared these words before. “And I know it’s hard and that nothing seems fair right now, but — and it sucks to admit it — that is just life.

“But don’t let life beat you up, don’t let life tear you down, don’t let life reduce you to nothing, don’t let life stop you and hold you back.”

The tears spilled down your cheeks, running down the same path other tears had run down before. You could taste the salt on the tip of your tongue, could taste the pain and hurt on the tip of your tongue and you wanted to throw up.

“Because you’re incredible, Toulouse.”

The walls you had built up, the facade of being okay fell apart right in front of you. It all crumbled into dust, but Yoongi didn’t judge you for it. Instead, he let you cry out your eyes and kept providing you with the strength you were missing.

Yoongi and you hugged each other for seemingly forever and it was only because Yoongi’s phone went off that you two pulled apart. It stopped after just a second—almost like it wasn’t there at all.

When Yoongi checked his phone, you knew, knew he had to step out and call back. He always had to, without fail.

“Always so busy,” you mumbled with a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

You weren’t mad, by now you were used to it, used to work constantly calling him, used to him needing to call back even if it was two in the morning.

“When you’re as smart as me, people are just always demanding for your attention,” Yoongi laughed with a smile and you rolled your eyes at his words.

“Yeah, you’re so smart,” you snorted and Yoongi grinned at you.

“A genius you might even say,” Yoongi continued before winking at you. You almost bursted out into laughter and it felt so good to talk about something else for once. Only Yoogi could ever make you feel this way, make you feel this way when you were on the brink of falling apart, make you feel this way in mere seconds, make you feel genuinely happy.

“Self-proclaimed genius.”

Now, it was Yoongi’s turn to roll his eyes at you, but both of you had grins pulling on the corners of your lips.

“Please, I’m a genius and you know it.”

“God, you’re so arrogant,” you sighed and Yoongi laughed at your words before sighing and letting silence settle between him and you.

Yoongi and you looked at each other and even though neither of you were speaking, both of you said so much to each other in the silence. You knew what he was thinking and he knew what you were thinking.

“I’m so-”

“It’s fine, Berlioz,” you cut in before Yoongi could apologise and placed your hand on his chest, giving it a light pat. “Do your thing. Call back.”

Yoongi looked at you for a moment before he let his lips split into a smile.

“Thank you,” Yoongi said softly, hand wrapping around your wrist before he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed the softest and lightest kiss on your knuckles. “You’re the best.”

And for the first time, you genuinely smiled and it was all because of Yoongi, all because he was smiling at you too.

“Toulouse.”

“Berlioz.”

Yoongi gave your hand one last squeeze before he turned on his heel and walked out to call back work. You turned to your notebook again, fingers tracing the edge of the hardcover.

When you heard the door behind you click open, you whipped your head around. You were about to ask Yoongi if he forgot something, but then your eyes locked with Miyeon’s. Almost immediately you looked away and turned to the sink like you were busy with it.

You could hear Miyeon step inside the bathroom and you begged for her to just go into one of the many stalls, begged for her to walk past you without talking to you, but you should have known now that things never worked out the way you wanted them to.

“Y/N,” Miyeon started and you hated the way she said your name, hated the fact that she was talking to you at all. You were praying that Yoongi was going to come back in, was going to come in again even though this was the women's restroom and just rescue you, save you from Miyeon, but, of course, that was wishful thinking.

You screwed your eyes shut for a second, letting your head hang as you drew in a much-needed breath. Slowly you peeled your eyes open and met Miyeon’s gaze in the mirror.

Her face was contorted into what could only be described as pity and you wanted nothing more than to turn on your heel and storm out, but you couldn’t, couldn’t because you were too tired and exhausted to.

“I’m sorry,” Miyeon said and your eyes began to travel down her form in an attempt to distract yourself a little. Like you, she was wearing a simple black dress that ended just above her knees. The sleeves were a little long on her and you knew she had bought it in a hurry, just like you had with your dress.

Her words echoed on the walls of the big bathroom and you could feel them haunt you as they bounced around and filled the air.

“I’m so incredibly sorry,” Miyeon kept going and tore her gaze away from you. Her fingers started to fiddle with each other in front of her stomach and she shuffled on her feet as your silence continued on.

You knew you should interrupt her and tell her that it was fine, that you appreciated her words and whatnot, but you didn’t, didn’t appreciate them and at this point, you didn’t give a fuck about formalities.

“I can’t imagine- can’t imagine how hard this must be for you right now,” Miyeon mumbled and her words were obviously chosen very carefully. “Your dad-”

Before Miyeon could finish her sentence, the door to the bathroom flew open again and both of you whipped your head around to see who it was. For a whole second, you thought it was Yoongi, but then you were disappointed a second time today.

The woman who had just entered looked flustered, almost embarrassed when her eyes landed on Miyeon and you, clearly realising that she had interrupted something.

Miyeon stared at her with big eyes and at that moment, you grabbed your notebook and pressed it close to your body. When Miyeon looked at you to say something, you shook your head and spoke your first words and only words to her today.

“I’ll see you outside,” you mumbled and your voice was barely above a whisper. If it had been just a little louder in this bathroom or if your words hadn’t echoed on the walls, Miyeon wouldn’t have heard you.

You hoped you wouldn’t, wouldn’t have to see her again.

You pushed past Miyeon and the woman caught up rather quickly that you just wanted to get out, jumping out of your way like she was scared you would yell at her if she didn’t move fast enough. The door felt heavy as you heaved it open and it took you seemingly everything to get it to simply budge.

“Y/N,” Miyeon started again, but instead of turning your head around or responding, you let the door behind you fall shut and tell Miyeon exactly what you were thinking.

You stepped into the big empty lobby and your eyes scanned every corner, swallowing heavily as chills ran down your spine. There was just something so uncomfortable, alarming, heavy about this room, about the number of flowers that decorated it and centred around those two big doors.

Frantically you searched for Yoongi and seemingly out of thin air, your eyes locked with Yoongi’s across the room. Unlike the time when your eyes had met with Miyeon’s, you felt relief wash through you and your heart quicken in your chest in the best way possible.

The corners of your lips turned up slightly and you started moving towards Yoongi. Your grip around your notebook tightened as you walked towards him.

Yoongi waited for you, standing in front of those grossly decorated doors . Only a few metres separated you from him when the two big doors got pushed open and you came to a screeching halt.

“Y/N!” your mother called out when she saw you and Yoongi stepped away when she started making her way to you. Without sparing Yoongi much of a glance, your mother walked towards you.

You knew she hadn’t done it on purpose and that the last couple days had obviously been rough on her as well if the circles underneath her eyes were anything to go by, but it still bothered you and certain words danced on the tip of your tongue.

When you were about to notify your mother of Yoongi’s presence, he shook his head at you and gave you a look you knew just how to interpret.

“I was looking for you, darling,” your mother whispered when she reached you and combed through your hair, fingers tucking your curls back into place. “Where were you?”

You were too busy communicating silently with Yoongi to answer your mother and when she couldn’t take your silence any longer, she turned her head around and sighed before looking back at you.

“Honey,” your mother started again and Yoongi nodded towards your mother, telling you to focus on her instead of him. Your eyes flickered to her and she was already staring up at you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Yoongi shove his hands into his pockets and you knew he was going to wait, wait silently until your mother and you had finished up talking.

“Where have you been?”

“I- I was just in the bathroom,” you shrugged and your mother frowned a little. It was then that you noticed just how much deeper her lines had gotten and you knew your father’s diagnosis was to blame.

“Okay, but please tell someone the next time before you just walk away. You scared me,” your mother mumbled and you simply nodded. The words of your mother barely registered in your mind and she knew they didn’t, but she didn’t say anything,

Your mother looked down at your hands and pried the notebook out of your grasp before you could protest. You were on the edge of snapping at her, telling her not to take it from you when she continued.

“Why is it wet?” your mother said, looking at her hand before using the sleeve of her black dress to swipe across your notebook. You quickly took it out of her hand and dried it yourself on your own black dress.

“I put it next to the sink,” you said and held onto it tighter this time, not wanting your mother to take it out of your hand one more time.

“Oh, okay,” your mother breathed and there was this uncomfortable silence hanging between you two. You watched as your mother’s eyes wandered all over your face, but they never locked with your eyes. It was like she didn’t know how to interact with you anymore and you didn’t blame her.

Your mother timidly took a hold of your hand like she was scared you would swat her hand away, lacing her fingers with yours before she tugged on it.

“Come,” your mother started and her voice was barely above a whisper. “We have to get back inside.”

Your gaze landed on Yoongi and when he nodded, you budged and followed your mother. Yoongi smiled at you, assuring you with that simple smile it was going to be fine.

Your mother led you to the two big doors and Yoongi silently followed you two. Again, your mother just walked past him and unlike you, he didn’t mind. He just fell into step with you and stayed by your side as your mother opened the door.

So far you hadn’t walked inside yet and when you saw the room that was hidden by those two big doors, your heart sank into your stomach. A second later, it started to beat out of your chest and you stopped dead in your tracks after barely crossing the doorway. The doors behind you pushed you forward a little when they closed behind you, but you didn’t care, eyes roaming the big room.

There were so many people, so many people you recognised and also didn’t recognise and they were all staring at you, focusing on you. Even though everybody was wearing black clothes like you, you felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb.

A painful knot lodged itself into your throat and you could feel your breath labouring. Your eyes shot from one side of the other room to the other and you struggled to find a focus point.

Your world started to crumble in front of you again, started to go up in flames and you were certain that the pain would rip you apart, crush your heart into dust.

Your mother looked at you through tears and you wanted to yank your hand out of her grasp and bolt and never look back, but you felt too weak to even do that. When you shuffled back, your shoes hit the door and your heart quickened immediately.

Anxiety bubbled up in your stomach and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, felt like there was somebody suffocating you, felt like you were going to faint any second, but before everything could spiral into something much worse, Yoongi intervened.

“Toulouse,” he whispered into your ear, his hand landing on the small of your back. “Breathe.”

You did as he said, took a deep breath and after a few seconds, you started to feel okay, started to feel somewhat fine again. Your mother’s hand tightened around yours during it all and you squeezed back when you felt like you were capable to.

Yoongi smiled next to you before giving you a light push, prompting you to start walking away. Your mother immediately led you to the front, past all of the people.

You knew about half of them and half of that half you would even call your own friends, but right now you were so focused on breathing and surviving this that you walked past them without sparing them a single glance, just like your mother hadn’t spared Yoongi a single one.

It didn’t take you long to realise that your mother was aiming for the front and it was then that you saw the gap in the first bench, obviously reserved for you.

“Come,” your mother whispered before sitting down, hand tightening around yours like she was afraid you were going to bolt.

You sat down on the wooden bench and Yoongi filled up the space next to you, finishing up the bench of people. When you sat down, you didn’t let go off your mother’s hand and instead held it tighter, feeling like you were getting lost again.

Your notebook landed in your lap and finally, you let your fingers slip into Yoongi’s. He wrapped his hand around yours, but his fingers felt cold around yours. Usually, you would have pulled away, but this time you didn’t care.

If you had looked down the line, looked down the bench, you would have recognised each and every face, would have realised that they all had come to pay their respects.

You knew you shouldn’t, but it was hard to resist the temptation. It wasn’t like you had given it. Instead, you had just slipped into it and done it, just turned your head around to study the room.

The room was split in the middle by an aisle and on each side, there were rows of benches, almost all of them were filled with people, people dressed in black on this bittersweet day. The sun poured in from the windows, but instead of giving everybody a warm glow, it casted dark shadows and painful contrasts.

Your eyes wandered to the front and it was then that you first saw it, actually saw it. You had heard people talk about it, debate which one was the right one, but you had always been too exhausted, too exhausted to chime in.

Upon seeing it, you knew it was the wrong one.

The casket was black, a rich black with sharp corners and there was just something so scary about it, something so uncomfortable and wrong. It didn’t do him justice, didn’t represent who he really was to the core.

You tore your gaze away, not wanting to spare the abomination that was the choice of this casket any longer any attention and instead your eyes landed on the picture next to it. When you saw it, your heart cracked into dust and the air was knocked out of your lungs.

You almost doubled over at its sight, unable to look at it longer than for a second.

You couldn’t get it out of your head even though you had ripped your gaze away. Tears blurred your vision, but the picture was very much imprinted in your mind. After all, you had taken it when you had attempted to get into photography a long time ago.

He was smiling and looking to the side. The sun had just begun to set and given him this angelic glow. His eyes had reflected perfectly in the light, but your photo barely captured the light and love and hope that had always sparkled in his eyes.

You didn’t remember what you had done on that day anymore, but you remembered how you had felt, how he had made you feel on that day and every other day you had the pleasure of spending time with him.

Bliss and Love.

Without fail, he had always made you feel the happiest and most loved person alive and words couldn’t even begin to capture how thankful you were.

And so it hurt so much more to see his picture up there. It hurt so much more to know that he was in this casket that was supposed to hold what was once him for the rest of eternity. It hurt so much more to realise that he wasn’t going to be with you anymore.

It hurt so much more to come to the conclusion that it was in vain to hold onto the pieces of him.

You had to let go.

“Honey,” your mother whispered into your ear, shaking you a little to rip you out of your thoughts. You snapped your head around and stared at her with big eyes. “It’s your turn.”

When your mother nodded to the front, you realised that you had missed it, missed all of the other people speaking, missed half of the service already.

You let go of your mother’s and Yoongi’s hand and swiped across your cheeks, catching the tears that had almost spilled. You held onto your notebook that was burning through your dress and into your legs, leaving scars on your skin and it hurt so much, but you couldn’t let go of it, couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Your mother gave you a nod when you turned to her and when you looked at Yoongi, he smiled at you and mouthed a single word.

Toulouse.

You wanted to return it, say your part, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it quite yet.

With shaky legs and buckling knees, you stood up and made your way to the front with your notebook clutched close to your chest like it was a shield.

When you reached the front and put down your notebook on the podium and looked into the audience for the first time, you thought you were going to collapse. Your heart had stopped beating all together after it had pounded so quickly and with such force that it couldn’t catch up with itself anymore.

Your eyes scanned the audience and you swallowed heavily. Maybe it was because you hadn’t slept properly in days or maybe it was because tears were brimming your eyes again, but all of the faces started to blur together.

The second your gaze met Yoongi’s, however, you were brought back to reality. You noticed the eerie silence and you knew everybody was waiting for you to say something.

Somehow you managed to flip your notebook open, fingers tracing the edge of the first page as you read the words you had written down before giving this notebook to Yoongi as a gift.

It was stupid because you knew the words by heart, but you needed to read them just once more before starting, needed to read them to yourself like a mantra before you would start speaking.

When your eyes flickered to Yoongi for a second, he knew. He knew what you were looking at and he gave you a smile. Only you two could recognise the importance of those lines.

To: Min Yoongi aka Berlioz. From: Y/L/N Y/N aka Toulouse. Happy Birthday!

With a shaky breath, you turned to the page you had bookmarked a few hours ago when you had written all of this down in the middle of the night after forcing yourself to.

Unlike the last time when you had looked at the words, they weren’t dancing in front of your eyes anymore, weren’t bleeding together anymore, weren’t playing hide and seek with you anymore. You could read them, decipher them now.

With another heavy and shaky breath, you opened your mouth and looked up from your notebook.

“I’m going to be honest I don’t know how to do this, how to eulogise.”

Yoongi and you locked eyes.

“Usually, I would have asked him how to because he was the smart one out of us two. God, he was so smart. Truly the smartest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

Tears threatened to build up in your eyes and a lump started to grow in your throat, but you swallowed it all down.

“Around him I always felt a little dumb, but I think everybody did.”

A quiet laugh travelled through the rows and people nodded, but you kept your gaze on Yoongi, not wanting to look away for even a second.

“He was always, without fail, the smartest person in the room. Somehow, he always knew everything about anything, always knew what to say. He always knew best, knew better than anybody else.”

It was then that you realised that you didn’t need to read the words. You already knew them because they came from your heart.

You kept staring at Yoongi through tears, but even then you could see him clearly. You noticed the angelic glow around him, noticed how the sun complimented his beauty and his beauty only.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair that Yoongi was still the most beautiful person amongst this crowd of people, wasn’t fair that he was the only one with an angelic glow around him, wasn’t fair that only his beauty was highlighted by the sun.

It wasn’t fair how ethereal and surreal Yoongi was.

“He was truly a genius.”

Yoongi smiled at your words, but at the same time, you could see the tears build up in his eyes.

“I always liked to say that he was only a self-proclaimed genius, but I think everybody knows that he was definitely not. So please, don’t tell him I called him a genius. He’d totally get a kick out of it.”

Another quiet laugh.

“And because I don’t know how to do this, don’t know how to properly eulogise and I cannot ask him, I’m going to ask for everybody's forgiveness because this will not be good. We all know he would do a much better job at this than I am- I ever could. We all know he would find the right words because he always did, always knew what to say.

“I promise everybody here that this will be awful, the worst eulogy- attempt of a eulogy, attempt of doing him justice anyone of you will ever hear because admittedly I am not quite ready.”

Your voice cracked as you struggled to form the next words, as you struggled to bring yourself to say them. And it took you an eternity to force yourself to continue.

“Not quite ready to say goodbye.”

Yoongi swallowed and the tears started to almost spill, run down his cheeks.

You knew that Yoongi was probably only crying because it pained him to see you on the verge of tears, pained him to see you say goodbye to him, pained him to see you have such a hard time letting go of the last pieces of him, pained him to see you come to the realisation that he wasn’t real, that he was all in your imagination, that he wasn’t here anymore, that he had left earth almost a week ago. Nevertheless, you liked to think that your words brought him to tears, liked to think that you could touch him with your words in a way he usually only managed to touch you.

“But I am going to try, try to say goodbye, say goodbye to him because I know that was what he’d want me to do. I know he wouldn’t want me to hurt, hold onto the pieces of him. I know he would want me to move on.

“So, I will try, will say goodbye to him with this.”

Yoongi started to choke up and so did you, but you fought through it, hands gripping the edge of the podium as you desperately tried to keep it together.

Your eyes continued to bore into Yoongi’s as you fought the hardest fight in your life.

“25 years or 300 months or 9125 days or 219000 hours or 788400000 seconds or simply put, all my life. I’ve known you all my life, spent practically every second of my life with you and, God, I loved every second of it. If I could, I’d wish for more, more time for you, for us. I’d wish for a lifetime for you, with you, a lifetime together so I can love you longer.

“I want to spend every second of the rest of my life listening to you play the piano until you’ve perfected the sonata you’ve been working on for ages, spend every second watching you attempt to make breakfast for us without burning down our kitchen in the morning, spend every second laughing with you until our stomachs hurt and tears brim our eyes and our laughter dies in the silence of the night as we grow tired, spend every second sighing as you go to answer the next work call, spend every second binging ‘Aristocats’ with you until we can both recite every line."

A shaky breath slipped past your lips and Yoongi let the smile fade away and be replaced by a thin line as he tried to swallow the tears and silence the sobs threatening to tear through his throat.

Your voice was weak, barely above a whisper, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter because only he was supposed to hear.

This was for him and for him only.

“I want to spend every second of the rest of my life loving you.”

Yoongi screwed his eyes shut and you could see him try his hardest not to cry, not to break.

“Because every second I’ve had the honour and pleasure of spending with you, you’ve made me feel just that, made me feel so incredibly loved, loved so deeply that I never knew what to do, loved so unconditionally that I could never thank you enough for it.

“And I want to love you, love you until I can only remember how to love you, love you until my numbered days come to an end, love you so much that I outgrow, outlive my own capacity to love you.”

You paused, biting on your tongue as you swallowed the thick lump that had lodged itself into your throat. It hurt, hurt you so much to do this, but you knew you had to, knew that this was the right thing to do.

“Because you’re incredible.”

Yoongi peeled his eyes open to look right at you and you felt gutted, beaten as you looked into his beautiful eyes.

You let out a breath, sniffling a little before continuing.

“Because you’ve taught me how to open up, how to share, how to empathise, how to be patient, how to listen, how to speak up, how to live.

“But most importantly you taught me how to love.”

A strand fell into your face and you tucked it away, eyes digging further into Yoongi’s.

“And at the same time, you taught me how to dance with tears in my eyes, how to smile with pain ripping through me, how to speak with sobs tearing through my throat, how to live when my world is falling apart, how to buy a notebook and fill it with my own pain, how to be there for my dad through his battle with cancer.

“And I want to promise you my life, want to promise you every little piece of me, but you already have it all. It’s all yours already.”

Even with tears blurring your vision, you could see Yoongi clearly in front of you, could see the pieces of him you were holding onto.

“So, instead I’m going to promise you that every day I will get back up on my feet and fight through it all.

“I’m going to promise you that I will remember all of the lessons you’ve taught me, remember all of the things you muttered quietly in the middle of the night when I couldn’t fall asleep again, remember the words you whispered into my ear when the pain was threatening to rip me apart and consume me whole.”

You licked your lips, voice breaking as the tears continued to roll down your cheeks and stain the pages in front of you. But you didn’t care.

“You can do it. I know right now it seems almost impossible, but trust me, you can do this.”

Yoongi’s teeth sank into his tongue as you recited his words.

“You’re so incredibly strong and amazing and great. And there’s nothing you can’t do and this is no different.

“Every day is a new start, an opportunity to get back up on your feet and fight through it all. And I know it’s hard and that nothing seems fair right now, but—and it sucks to admit it—that is just life.”

The corners of Yoongi’s lips turned up into the tiniest smile as you continued to speak, not needing a single second to think about what to say.

“But don’t let life beat you up, don’t let life tear you down, don’t let life reduce you to nothing, don’t let life stop you and hold you back.”

Your hands tightened around the edge of the podium and you knew if you didn’t hold onto it, you would collapse, your knees would just buckle underneath you.

“Because you’re incredible.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line as you finished reciting Yoongi’s words. He looked at you with this smile on his lips, this bittersweet smile, and you could only mirror it, mirror it because with every word, with every sentence you could feel yourself let go more and more.

There was silence for a few seconds as you caught your breath and pulled yourself together. And if you had looked away for once, if you had taken your eyes off of Yoongi for just a second, you would have realised that everybody else was sobbing already, that you were keeping it together the best.

“You once told me that the average person can remember 10000 faces and recall 5000 of those and if I were ever to fall down the stairs and get amnesia like every girl does in the soap operas we loved to watch and laugh at,” another quiet laugh rippled through the rows, “I will promise you that I will still remember your face. And if my 5000 faces become only one face, it will be your face.”

Yoongi was sobbing alongside the others and you could feel yourself weaken, could feel yourself start to break apart more and more, turn into a weeping mess.

“Yoongi, Berlioz, you might not have been my first kiss or even my first love, but, trust me, you made all of the people before you irrelevant because no one compares to you. You were the only love that truly mattered, you were my one true love, the love of my life.”

Yoongi and you looked at each other and with quivering lips, Yoongi mouthed a single word.

Toulouse.

You smiled.

Berlioz.

Yoongi’s lips split into a bittersweet and painful grin at your response and you remembered it, imprinted it into your mind before you spoke up again,

“I love you, Berlioz.”

You blinked a few times before you closed your eyes. A deep breath filled your lungs as you prepared yourself for it. You whispered the last words and you knew he heard them nevertheless, you just knew,

“Thank you for everything, Yoongi, Berlioz, my genius.”

When you peeled your eyes open again, Yoongi was gone, but that was fine, fine because you got to say your goodbye to him.

You sat down with your notebook close to your heart and this time you didn’t leave space for Yoongi. And when you raised your head, you looked at the picture and saw him.

The love of your life.

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A matter of Time

A/n: hey guys long time no see! I made this in many different verisons but here it is. Hope you enjoy! Feed back is appreciated

Warnings: none really probably bad statistics and mixed povs’ and bad spelling.😂 sorry if this sucks.

Summary: being new to the BAU and being elle’s sister and clicking with a certain doctor.

You were with your sister on your way to your first day of work. Joining that bau was one of the things you always wanted to do once you got all your doctorates, the academy was happy with your scores, but physical was one of the ones that needed the most. You were smart but you also had to have the physical movements in as well and being able to shoot and handle psychopaths. Your counselor though gave you a well written letter and plus your boss’s sister allowed you to work with them as long as you were able to pass your qualifications test, your sister also happen to know someone in particular who didn't pass his qualifications as well and thought you two would instantly click.

As you walked into the office eyes were all over you and elle. “Well well well, look at his lady,” Morgan said as Elle stopped him. “Don't even think about it morgan.” she said as his eyebrows rose. “What I just wanna say hi.” he said as she moved over and walked over to her desk. “You must be morgan?” you said as he nodded. “Yes I am and you must be?” he asked, waiting for you to say your name. “y/n, y/n greenaway.” you said as morgan looked at you and back at elle. “wait your elle’s sister?” he said as you nodded. “Yeah I am.” you said as your eyes wandered. “Wait, you're working here? You're the new member?” he asked as you nodded.  “So you specialize in..?” he asked as you answered quickly. “In sexual offense crimes, like elle, and i have doctorates in mathematics, chemistry-” you said as he finished your sentence, “engineering, and you specialize in statistics and geographical profiling...am i right?” he said as you nodded “yeah, how did you know that?” you asked as he chuckled. “Because we have an agent here who does the same things you do, but he's a guy.” he said. “How many words can you read in a minute?” he asked as your sister butted in.  “Trust me, you don't want to know that.” she jokingly said as a pen came up to you. You knew each other, she would come over to your house and you would hang out. “y/n! Hey, hotch is in his office waitting for you.” she said as you hugged and you nodded walking over to hotch’s office.

“Hey hotch.” you said as he grinned at you. When he saw your name in the files he knew you would be a good mix into this team, even though it meant they would be having two Spencers but he was happy to have all the help they could get. Two of Spencer would mean getting things done a lot faster, even though it got done faster than normal.

Elle and hotch both knew you and Spencer would work well together; it was only a matter of minutes till you met. As you sat in your desk you were welcomed by the many agents that worked there. As you placed the little things you brought from home you were looking at some old cases Elle worked on. You would do this when she was away. Even though you weren't  a part of the team, there were many times you would call elle and tell her about something that would pop in your head. Even though you didn't work there legally, but it made Elle look like a rockstar. You saw jj heading towards you guys and you were ready for your first case, but you knew you were gonna have to take baby steps since you were new. You all walked over to the conference room and sat there to debrief. Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi and Spencer were already there. You didn't know who the other two people were, you knew most of the team name but then again you were new, and as if elle read your mind she came close to your ear.

“Younger guy is spencer...or i mean dr. spencer reid. And the lady there is Emily prentiss.” she said as you nodded. So thats who Morgan was talking about earlier. He was young like you which meant that you two were different versions of one another.

Jj walked up to the board and started talking about a case. A guy was murdering women in the middle of the streets with no trace of evidence besides notes that were given to the local police department. “All the women look alike, could be personal, but not in the way he knows them. More like whoever looks like these women did something to him that made him rage into killing because to him they were the same woman. And since the women were in their mid 30’s could be an ex wife, or exgirlfriend.” you said as everyone looked at you, spencer looked at your first; he found you astonishing “Sorry.” you said as the hotch shook his head. “It's fine, good point actually,” he said as you nodded. Going back to Spencer, he didn't even know you were there. He was very surprised with how fast you read through the file. Giving him a hint you were able to read lots of words per minute..just like him.

“But what exactly did this woman do, to get him into a rage of slitting other women’s throats?” Morgan asked as Spencer spoke up. “Most likely a divorce or rejecting marriage.” he said as you looked more into the file. “Could be either one, the percentage of first marriages that end in divorce is 50% , and depending on what ring it is when proposing the rejection is much higher.” you said as you got those facts from the top of your head.

“Okay, let's talk more on the plane, Texas is a long flight, see you all in 30.” hotch said as you all got up and you headed to your desk getting your go-bag and your files. You also brought your books to read on the jet. As you were all on your way to the jet you were walking behind everyone and Spencer thought it could be a good moment to greet on another.

“Hey, im..uh dr. Spencer reid. Or spencer you don't have to call me dr.” he said as you looked over to him and smiled. “Hi, im y/n greenaway. I’m dr. As well.” you said as his eyebrows rose. You didn’t know if it was the dr or your last name that shocked him, It didn't surprise you when people made that face here in the bureau. Your sister was a legend and so was your father.

“Your elle’s sister right?” he asked as elle walked over. “Yes she is so you better not mess with her.” she said as you laughed and she sat down with morgan and you looked around on where to sit, spencer was doing the same. “Do you uh, want to sit together? I mean you don't have to but, we could get to uh, know each other.” he said as you nodded, you were happy that you were getting along with someone who's like you that thought the same things. Being you was hard to make friends. You two talked about many things that you were interested in. He told a little about himself and you did as well.

As you landed you and Spencer were told to look through some files that could get you started on your geographical profile. You two were sitting there just looking through and drinking your coffee, JJ, Prentiss and Rossi were talking to the chief and came over to you guys.

“These are Dr's Spencer Reid and y/n greenaway. They are helping us with the geographical profile. One of the best we know.” JJ said as I smiled and me and Spencer were still looking through.  “How old are you guys? Seems too young to be doctors'' he said as Spencer and I looked at one another. On the jet spencer told you this type of situation would happen almost every time.

“Well we're not those types of doctors, we don't have a medical background, it's more psychological and behavioral,'' Spencer said as the chief was slightly still confused and you noticed so you explained more. “We look at why this man is here to target these women, what makes them want to target the women here. It could be that he has a family of some sort here and he can't really go anywhere, so that tells us he blends in. meaning people talk to him on a daily basis, but they don't notice anything strange because he blends in.” you said as the chief nodded understanding more and talking to rossi.

“Where did you find these guys?” he asked as Rossi just chuckled. “Well it's interesting how, but between you and me they were left at the doorsteps of the fbi. These guys are the best to find your guy.” he said as he nodded leaving him satisfied.

As you two were looking even more closer Spencer brought up the thought you made to the chief. “I think you're right about the unsub blending in, how else could he hide his cover? He has to live here, maybe he lost custody of his kids and that could be a possible stressor” he said as you nodded.

“Should i call garcia and let her do her magic?” you asked as he nodded and you called her going to get some coffee. “How do you like your coffee?” you asked as he looked up. “Just make sure it has enough sugar.” he said as you nodded, calling garcia.

“Hello my wonderful daughter, how may i lead you into the world?” she said as you laughed.

“Hello mother, i was wondering if you could search for men in their mid 30-40’s who recently went through some sort of rejections, divorce, lost a custody battle, and possibly losing their job. Someone who blends in, could be a person who helps a lot here.” you said as she did her typing. “Okay with the information you gave it should give me short list, but i cannot promise anything. Mother goose will call you soon.” she said as you giggled. As you walked back with the coffee and handed it to spencer as he looked up and smiled as a thank you. “So garcia is doing her magic, so she should call us any minute.” you said as he nodded and took a sip of his coffee. He just sat there in shock, you got the perfect amount. You were probably one of the fewer people who did get is order right. Even though it was just coffee and sugar. You noticed his shock as he kept drinking his coffee. ��What? Does it taste bad?” you asked as he shook his head. “No, it's quite the opposite actually. It tastes perfect. How'd you know it was the right amount.” he said as you giggled. “Lets just say it was an educated guess.” you said as he chuckled looking back and waiting for your team. His brain was going crazy. You were perfect to him. You’re smart, outgoing, and the one that understood him the most even though you just met. He sat there with a smile as those thoughts ran through his head.

When the team arrived they were ready to give everyone the profile you and Spencer made while they mixed it in with theirs. Just then everyone in the room was getting a call that the man had killed again. Hotch answered and everyone headed out, besides a couple of the members.

As you sat there not being able to do anything garcia called you. You thanked the lords and hoped she found something. “Hey gracia you got something for me?” you said as the clicks on her keyboard were continuing. “As a matter of fact I do. This guy Marcus Gray, recently lost a custody battle to his wife, that looks exactly like the victims, and he recently lost his job, but he got another one and i was told by his schedule that he has not clocked in for over two hours, but then before i called you it shows that he just went into work 10 minutes after the last kill.” she said as your eyes widened. “Do you have addressed to both his house and his job?” you asked as she smirked. “Baby, I already sent them to you.” she said as you sighed. “Thank you mom.” you said as she giggled as you hung up.

“Okay we need hotch and everyone else on here.” you said as rossi made the call. “So lovely garcia found a guy who meets the profile, Marcus gray, who just lost a custody battle and was filed for divorce with his wife that looks like the victims and is considered to be very helpful and local. We have the addresses to his work and home.” you said as everyone was quite surprised at your work.

“Okay good, me, prentiss,elle and morgan, will go to his work, you spencer, and rossi, go to his house. Nice job y/n.” he said as you nodded getting ready.

You were all set up besides not having a gun but you saw you weren't the only one.

“You don't have a gun?” you asked Spencer as he scoffed. “Yeah i don't, i haven't really passed my qualifications test. You neither huh?” he said as you nodded. “Yeah I'm not so good physically,” you said as Rossi spoke up. “Maybe you two could study for it.” he said as you two scoffed. “I don't need to study i've got it, i just can't get my shots right.” you said as Spencer nodded. “Same here, considering i have a doctorate in math, i don't know my angles very well.” he said as you laughed. “Wait, that was a joke?” Rossi asked as you playfully rolled your eyes. “Oh rossi, you need to learn.” you said as you arrived at the unsubs house and checked the inside of it.

No one was home as suspected, as you looked around you saw many pictures of his kids but none of the exwife. You looked around his bedroom and looked through the drawers, one was locked but you got into the lock with a bobby pin. “Did you learn that in the academy?” spencer asked as you scoffed. “No i learned it from elle.” You said as he scrunched his nose, thinking of how elle could’ve possibly taught you that. And as you could read his mind you answered his question. “It’s a long story.” you said as he nodded with a smile. As you looked through the drawer, you saw many pictures of the wife marked up with many words.

“Rossi! Pictures of the wife are in here.” you said as he came into the room and looked though. “And well well well, a lovely picture of her and her girlfriend.” you chimed as held the picture.

“So he’s mad at his exwife for being gay? So religious reason, but also because of the custody battle.'' Spencer said as you nodded. “It has to be. Are the rest of the team at the work address?” you asked as Rossi nodded. “Yes they have him trapped, but he has a lady with him and a weapon.” he said as you nodded “how far away is it from here?” you asked as he checked his phone. “5 minutes away. Why?” he asked as you had a plan. “Get a team to look around in here and take me to where the guy is.” you said as rossi made the call and you were on your way over. “What's your plan?” spencer asked.

“Well i'm gonna try to get the guy to let her go.” you said as you got there and you saw he had his ex wife's girlfriend. Hotch saw you and you walked over to him telling him your plan. You walked to the usub and showed him you didn't have a gun. “Hey marcus. You gotta let her go.” you said as he shook his head. “No she ruined my family. She has to die.” he said as he pulled the knife out to me. “Marcus you're better than this. She didn't ruin your family. You will be the one doing that if you don't let her go. Think about your kids. Do you really want them thinking their dad could kill them in a matter of seconds? I know your kids mean a lot to you, you're a good dad. I know a good dad, and you are a good one.” you said as he lowered the knife down. “You really think i'm a good dad.” he said as you nodded. “You probably are. And you can continue to be a good dad if you let her go.” you said as he gave you the knife and let go of the lady. You threw the gun away and pulled the lady and motioned the team to go in.

You got the girlfriend back to her family and walked next to spencer. “How'd you know how to stop him?” he asked as you looked over at him. “I knew his kids were a weakness, all the pictures he has of his kids, to him they are everything to him since he lost his wife to someone else. He knew he could be the best to them. i knew he would let her go if i mentioned how good of a dad he would be.” you said as you were happy to have everyone alive.

On the jet you were all happy with what happend. Thanks to you everyone was alive and the kids were able to see their father in visits.

“Good job today mini greenaway.” morgan said as you high fived him. “Thanks.” you said as you read your book. You sat alone as Spencer was sitting with Elle, Prentiss and jj. “Come on spencer, go talk to her, ask her out or something.” jj said as his gaze was cut off. “What?” he said as elle looked at him. “we see the way you look at her.” prentiss said as elle chimed in. “Spencer, go after her. I owe you one.” she said as he scrunched his nose in confusion. “You saved my life remember? Let me save yours.” she said as he smiled heading over to you and talking to you some more. Maybe even getting to tell him your story from before.

Morgan sat with them as he got his wallet out. There was a bet on you two. Seeing how long it took for you two to talk and get to know each other and elle won. It was literally a no brainer, but then again Morgan would say it was unfair since you were her sister but he paid up.

She knew you two were gonna get along and maybe even get together but then again it was only a matter of time.

[jemej3m]

objection

because im now a law/crim student, this is all im gonna fuckin write about 

anyway here’s andrew as neil’s defence attorney (totally inspired by @aymmidumps‘ amazing andrew here)

gruesome crime descriptions but neil’s not a butcher in this one

*

“Wesninki’s applying for an appeal,” was all Andrew heard from the minute he’d stepped into the office. It was all anyone could - and would - talk about. 

Reasonably so, Andrew presumed. Nathaniel Wesninski had been locked up since his nineteenth birthday, when he slit his father’s throat. Andrew reckons he should’ve never been charged with murder, especially when considering his father was the Butcher of Baltimore, but Andrew had been just an undergraduate student at the time. There was nothing he could’ve done. 

Now, though. 

Now Andrew was just over thirty and steadily climbing the ranks. He hadn’t intended on becoming a defense attorney, but it just so happened that he was damn good at keep kids out of jail. The juvenile detention system was just a cog in the wheel of dysfunction, after all: he knew that first hand. 

Survivors of violent assault who had killed their attackers were also common clients of Andrew’s. Those with mental illnesses and drug addictions found their way into his stack of case files, too. He’d always thought he’d be on the right side of the law, throwing shitty people in jail and fixing the system one day at a time. 

This was alright too, he supposed. 

“Hey, Minyard,” Boyd leaned against the door-frame of Andrew’s office. He had his own private space, unlike the others, who often shared offices with two or three of their colleagues. Andrew was just lucky. Or favoured. 

“Let me guess,” Andrew said, without looking up from his file on a thirteen-year-old being charged with battery and theft. “Dan’s pissy because I didn’t turn up to dinner on Friday, there’s free coffee in the break room, Wesninski’s applying for appeal and Wymack wants me?” 

“Uh,” Matt squinted. “Yes? How the hell did you guess?” 

Andrew gave Matt a bored look. “You talk too loud. The walls are thin, you know.” 

The man huffed, conflicted between being impressed and disgruntled at Andrew’s usual bitchiness. He simply threw his hands up and vanished from Andrew’s doorway, most likely to groan to his wife about how incorrigible Andrew seemed to be. 

He threw his file onto his desk, locked his office door behind him and swung past the break room to dump three packets of sugar into a free latte. By the time he arrived at Wymack’s door, the man was already stood up, most definitely unimpressed by Andrew’s tardiness. And his lack of tie. 

He did wear a tie to court. Most of the time. 

“Nice of you to finally show up,” the old man grunted, tugging on the cuffs of his casual blazer. Andrew fucking hated blazers. They were always too tight around his shoulders. “I suppose you already know what this is all about?” 

“Seeing as Allison, Robin and Renee have all tried to talk my ear off about it, yes. I’m aware Wesninski is trying for appeal.” 

Wymack wasn’t impressed. “What you don’t know is that he’s come to us to represent him.” 

Andrew paused. Now that was interesting. Nathaniel Wesninski was halfway between New York and Baltimore. Why the fuck would he recruit from seedy South Carolina? There was no viable reason, unless - 

“Kevin,” he deduced. “How do they know each other?”

“Moriyamas and Wesninskis ran in the same circles, before it all got shut down.” Wymack arched a brow. “Wesninski figures that Kevin is the only person he can trust.” 

“Kevin won’t do it,” Andrew shook his head. “He doesn’t touch anything Moriyama related with a ten-foot pole.”

“Wesninski knows that. Which is why he’s asked for you: Kevin passed him on.” 

Andrew closed his eyes, very, very briefly, as he cocked his head at his boss. “You want me to get the most notorious gangster’s son out of jail.” 

“At least have him commuted to manslaughter,” Wymack suggested. 

At least, Andrew thought. He remembered looking over the Wesninski case in his third year. Nathaniel Wesninski had laughed, incredulous, as the FBI lead him away in handcuffs, nearly losing his fingers in an effort to cling onto the knife that he’d used to end Nathan Wesninski’s life. 

That wasn’t manslaughter. That was homicide of the first degree, plastered over the front page of every newspaper the next day. 

"You’ll owe me,” Andrew warned. 

“I’ll cover your bar tab at the Foxhole for the rest of the year,” Wymack conceded. 

Andrew huffed. “It’s February.” 

Wymack arched an eyebrow. 

Andrew had a feeling he’d regret this. He hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his slacks and rocked back on his heels, looking to the ceiling. “Fine.”

“It was an order, not a request,” Wymack grunted. “Get out of my office and get a visitation permit.” 

Andrew, already fed up with a case he’d only just been assigned, turned on his heel and dutifully marched off. 

*

The drive was nine and a half hours. Andrew could’ve made it a single-day round trip on a plane, but he refused to fly somewhere he could drive instead. He booked a half-hour slot with Wesninski on Saturday afternoon: if he found the man interesting enough, he’d bribe a guard to let him back in Sunday morning. Then he’d drive home, midday Sunday. 

At least Wymack was letting him stay in a nice hotel in Philadelphia. It almost made the journey worth it, but he wouldn’t jump the gun. It would only be a worthwhile trip if he figured that Wesninski wasn’t hopeless. The man was just 29. It was nearly 10 years since he’d been locked up. Andrew’s chances were - practically slim to none. 

Half-way through the drive Nicky called. 

“Heard you’re going to see Wesninski,” he said, the phone somewhat masking Nicky’s obvious curiosity.

Andrew sighed. “Aaron needs to shut his mouth.” 

“Aaron comes to family dinners,” Nicky objected. “He has every right to tell me whatever he wants. Speaking of - if I promise you a whole loaf of garlic bread, will you come to the next one?” 

Andrew huffed. “I’m busy.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you hate socialising, you’ll tolerate dealing with Aaron at work but nowhere else, blah blah. What about me? Your dear, old cousin?” 

“Fine,” Andrew grunted. “Now, leave me alone.” 

“Yes!” Nicky crowed, but whatever response he had after that was cut off. Andrew dropped his phone back in the passenger seat, turning the radio back up and relaxing into his chair. 

It was a further five hours after that disturbance till his arrival at SCI Phoenix, Philadelphia. Andrew would always despise how depressing prison complexes looked. Chain link fences and brick boxes, splayed out like a progression of architectural failures. The parking lot was enormous and empty. Andrew parked far enough away that his nice car wasn’t in direct sight from the prison’s visiting entrance, fixing up his suit and tie and slinging the strap of his briefcase over his shoulder. 

The guard by the door snapped his fingers for identification. Andrew flicked his license towards him, gaze deadened by boredom. The guard almost winced when Andrew sighed, looking to the clock. Once he was finally granted access, he took the lanyard and shoved his way through the doors. 

Visitation was close to shutting up when Andrew arrived, miserable loved ones reaching for final hugs and brief kisses. Andrew was lead by the duty guard to a private room, waiting by the barred door. 

Wesninski was already waiting for him inside. His hands were cuffed to the table, fiddling with a blunt key. His red curls were overgrown and messy, the grey jumpsuit hanging off his small frame. 

When the door clanged shut, Wesninski looked up. His eyes were the most spectacular blue Andrew had ever seen, his face marred by horrific scars and the stitches used to hold him together. He looked ridiculously unimpressed. Andrew, meanwhile, smothered any flickers of emotion as intrigue sparked in his chest. 

Damn, he thought.

“Unlock him,” Andrew said, to the guard. 

The guard arched an eyebrow. “You sure?” 

“Obviously,” Andrew said, rolling his eyes. He didn’t have knives on his person - they’d set off the metal detector - but he was never vulnerable. He made a promise that he’d never be taken advantage of again. 

Wesninski flexed his wrists when the guard unlocked them, giving Andrew a thinly veiled look of appraisal. The guard immediately skittered off to stand outside the door, holding the interrogation room’s keys in tightly clenched fists. 

“So,” Wesninski said, holding out a hand. “You’re the famous Andrew Minyard.” 

"And you are the infamous Nathaniel Wesninski,” Andrew returned, ignoring the warmth of his skin as they shook hands. He sat down: the shitty metal chair creaked. “We both seem to have names and reputations that precede us.” 

Nathaniel’s eye twitched slightly. “I prefer Neil.”

Andrew leant back in his chair, leg crossed at the ankle. “You seriously think they’re going to let you out?” 

“Well,” Neil admitted. “Probably not. But I figured I’d give it a shot. It should be safer out there now.”

“You’ve been hiding in here? Who from, your father’s ghost?” 

Neil was not impressed. “His bosses, actually. But since Kengo’s second son was shot between the eyes and his first son locked up for it, I should be fine.”

“Riko and Ichirou,” Andrew deduced. “Kevin’s mentioned them once or twice.”

Neil just glared. “I can’t believe that coward won’t help me.” 

Andrew narrowed his eyes. “He owes you, does he? What for? Helping him escape the Moriyamas? Wait - that was me. What about coping with his trauma and reestablishing his career? Nevermind - that was me, too. Goodness, you haven’t been around much, have you? Right, right,” Andrew leaned over the table, resting his chin on his laced fingers. “You’ve been in jail for ten years.”

“You are not funny,” Neil snapped, gripping onto his blunt key.

“I don’t know if it’s worth my time, Mr Wesninski,” Neil flinched again. “Convince me.” 

“Other than it’s what is just?” Andrew arched an eyebrow. Neil huffed. “Fine. I’ll pay you. Double your normal fee.” 

“Prison pays well, does it?” 

“Blood money,” Neil had the audacity to wink. Dammit, Andrew thought again. “I already know you’re quite happy to spend dirty cash, Minyard. A G6, right? Bit of an upgrade from your mother’s car.” 

He should not know that. “You’re not exactly winning me over, here.” 

Neil leaned back in his chair, fiddling with the stupid little key. He must have spent the last decade tracing it down to its current blunt status. Andrew wondered what it used to unlock. 

Okay - he was intrigued by Neil. And yes, his narrative fit Andrew’s bill. And some spare cash wouldn’t hurt: he could sent Nicky and Erik over to Christmas for the summer. 

“What’s something you’ve never given anyone?” Andrew inquired. 

Neil looked up from under his ruby-tinted lashes. “What?” 

“I want something that no one else has.” Andrew leaned further forward, leaning in close. “What do you have to offer me, Wesninski?”

For a moment, Neil simply stared. His fingers stilled. He definitely had a few tattoos and scars, from what Andrew could glean at the little slice of a sharp collarbone, exposed by the jumpsuit. 

It was silent - almost electric. Andrew watched as something behind Neil’s eyes crumbled, the exhaustion settling in, the loneliness of a man who had known nothing but pain and suffering and isolation. 

“Everyone knows Nathaniel Wesninski,” Neil said. “No one knows Neil.” 

Andrew felt the remnants of a smirk tug at the corner of his lips. 

“I’ll tell you the truth,” Neil offered, glaring at the table like it offended him. “I’ve never told the truth before.” 

Andrew stood up, offering his hand. Neil followed suit, grip hesitant where he clasped Andrew’s hand.

“I’ll get you out of here,” Andrew said. 

“You’ll try,” Neil corrected him. 

“Here’s something you should know about me, Neil,” Andrew tugged on his suit jacket, fixing his cuffs. “I never fail a promise.” 

Andrew felt Neil’s gaze, watching him as he left. As Andrew filtered past the guard, he snuck a two hundred into the guard’s pocket. 

“Nine o’clock, tomorrow morning,” he said. “Bring him here.” 

The guard, moon-eyed, just nodded. 

Andrew glanced over his shoulder for one last assessment of his newest client. Neil was leant against the table they had spoken at, arms crossed as he glared in Andrew’s direction. His hair flopped forward, masking one eye. Like this, with his tattooed forearms and shoulders and hell-fire hair, he looked dangerous. 

In his right hand, he played with his key. 

Andrew spun on his heel and left. He knew he’d made the right decision. 

Neil Wesninski would get out of jail, if it was the last thing Andrew did. 

*