#i was literally about to go to bed peacefully and then this FILTH hit me like a train wreck

[katasstrophy]

you tell knives he has an unhealthy relationship with his brother and he becomes obsessed with proving you wrong. he will go to whatever means necessary, ranging from pestering you day in and out about what an exemplary big brother figure he really is to fucking you in his room that shares a thin wall with vash’s until you have no choice but to blabber out the answer he wants from how cock drunk you are.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What is Kai and angels morning after they do the devils tango and they hear Chrono waking Kai up to start the day

He sighed a breath of relief as the hot water hitted his skin and of his lover.

"Jesus fucking Christ it needs to be that hot? I like hot showers but damn." You winced a bit when you felt the the temperature and he only hold you closer.

"It keeps away the filth. Gets rid of the germs."

"I think the only thing was in our bodies was sweat love." You hummed in appreciation at his hands rubbing soothing circles on the sore areasm

"Fluids." You blushed and nodded in defeat with him, not seing but feeling that devil's smirk he had whenever he won on something.

It didn't take long for you two to be done and he almost forgot that you weren't on a good condition to walk since he quite proudly... was strong.

Although having your angel face planted on the floor is not a good sign so he luckily caught you before the worst could happen.

"I'm all sore and I can't even walk!" You whined on his chest as he huffed a smirk while picking you up bridal style, even despite his own exaustation.

"Regrets something?" He asked monoustly while placing you on the bed, your arms caged on his neck to look at his golden eyes sleepy yet completely in love.

"No way."

"Then stop whinning." He whispered before planting a kiss between your eyebrows, smirking at your pout while he left to get some clothes.

"You're mean. You left me on this condition and you still treat me like that."

"Consider yourself lucky." He muttered back before showing you your nightgown, sighing in bliss that you nodded at his option for you to sleep "You're the only person I am willing to touch-"

"Only?" You asked giggling before pointing at the various purple dots on your neck, abdomen and... thighs.

At least those last were easier to hide.

"Never on my life I would take you as a bitter Chi-sa-ki~" you giggled at the flip he gave to your nose in response, luck enough to see the pink dusting his cheeks.

"If we're playing this game angel of mine, you were very vocal about how much I was pleasuring you and how should I go faste-"

"Alright alright!" You waved your hands in embarrassment, feeling even your ears go red "I got your point!"

He arched his eyebrow before sighing, getting onto his own night clothes before helping you out with yours.

He layed on your side with the bed and opened his eyes to stare at ceiling. Despite you being a brat, you always could take the tension out of him, in so many ways he was even surprised.

Although he knew it how your body must felt sore... but he tried and failed to be sorry for that.

He was so used to it already that he didn't even flinched or questioned it when you rolled in the bed and nestled your head on his chest and hugged him.

Never that he would admit out loud... but having you so close to him that he could even scent your fresh smile of a shower put him at peace. It was just something about that he had noticed, whenever you took a shower you just smelled so... innocent and sweet. Like a newborn or something.

... he was rambling. He should be resting for tommorow's work and he was there thinking about you again even after being literally inside you. Great, you were indeed like a drug. He could never get tired of.

He dared to lift his hand a bit to twist a lock of your hair on his finger before letting it go to brush his hand on your hand like a pat. He gave one of those rare smile that not much on earth saw as he looked at the angel falling asleep on his arms.

Such a pure thing like yourself trusted him that much? He could kill you in one blink of an eye... and you were still peacefully laying on a devil's arms.

... he was a lucky bastard.

He allowed himself to close his eyes, focusing on your scent and being lulled to sleep like always when he had you by his side.

The moment surely didn't even lasted long. It didn't even passed two fucking minutes and you two jerked a bit on hearing the knocks on the bedroom's door.

"Chisaki. Is time for us to get ready for the day." Chrono spoked nonchantly before getting out.

You burst into a tired yet joyful laughter while he grunted and hitted his head on the pillow.

"Wasted!" You said between laughter and feeling the hot glare he was giving you.

"Shut it brat." He growled before abruptly lifting himself up and picking his mask and gloves from the nightstand.

"The bed is all mine!" You waved your arms like a toddler, since your legs were in the best condition, while your boyfriend changed into his casual clothes.

"Who allowed it?" He grunted while you stopped your laughter to mere giggles.

"I don't have work or even a single bit of chores to do today instead of you my pretty bird!"

"Actually. You have to go with me into a meeting." He contained his urge to smirk at the way your face fell and looked at him like he was crazy.

"How the hell am I suppose to go to a meeting if I can't even walk straight because of you mister?"

"... wasted." He smirked at your offended gasp and leave you on the room, telling you to get ready in at least 15 minutes while he adjusted his tie around his neck.

If he was going into a hell hole you were coming with him and that's not negotiable.

[yourescared-howadorable]

I’ll Be Watching You

Stalker!Mark x Reader

Warnings: stalking, possessive and obsessive behavior.

Literally an excuse to make a preview for this upcoming fic. The lyrics will be in red. Tell me if I should do this for the other ones if this turns out okay?

Every breath you take.

Mark watched you from his seat, always making sure to sit further away from you. His hand leaned on his hand, not caring about the lesson on the board as he watched you intently take down the notes.

Every move you make

Your (h/c) hair was pushed behind your ear, getting it out of your way and showing Mark the perfect angle of your beautiful face.

The bell rung as you finished the notes, closing your notebook and putting your pencil in your hoodie pocket while picking up the notebook. You hand pulled out your phone, checking it.

Every bond you break

“(Y/n), how come you stop talking to me? I keep hearing people saying that you’re saying shit behind my back?” Mark looked up, his eyes narrowing at seeing the blond glaring at his angel.

You pulled out an earbud, looking up from picking out your music. “Are these people real? Or are you trying to start something? Just like how you told Lauren that you thought you were pregnant before complaining that people were coming up to you and asking if you were; even though no one ever did?”

“How dare you? I thought we were friends!!”

“I did too Khaja. Until I realized that you were just wanting to cause drama and pull the attention on you.” You sighed, putting up your phone as you knew you weren’t going to play on it soon. “Are you serious right now (y/n)?”

“What? I’m just saying the truth. You lie to make sure that you have the attention. You lie about sob stories to make sure people pity you. I’ve seen you thrown a tantrum because someone wouldn’t look at you.”

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not. Nor would I waste my time talking bad about you behind your back. Because I could just say it to your face.” You saw her face redden with anger, but it didn’t worry you. You shrugged it off and walked past her; leaving her behind.

(Based on a true person... All this is actually true and my secret way of venting of this... Sorry about that😫)

Every step you take

Mark watched you from his seat in the cafeteria, watching you sit down by your friends. His eyes softened at seeing your sparkling eyes and turned to mush when he saw you laughing.

That beautiful laugh... He wanted to be the reason that he was making you laugh, to show him that beautiful smile.

I'll be watching you.

Click. He lowered the camera, looking at the picture he took. You were walking back to your house, Mark silently falling along.

Mark always made sure that you got home safe. You never noticed him because of your earbuds in. But he loved to hearing you singing on the way home, it was the highlight of this whole walk.

Click. He got a picture of you as you were standing by the street to cross. Your hands were dug into the pockets, your hair pulled back. Your hands pulled out your phone, changing the song and then looking up to check the road before crossing.

Every single day

Day after day, Mark’s time was devoted to you and only you. Every hour of his life, he made sure your life was perfect.

He took care of Khaja, makes sure no one ever tries to rob your house, makes sure that you get good grades if you ever having an off day. He knows blackmail against all teachers.

He makes the universe perfect for his angel. Everything must be perfect for you.

Every word you say

Mark leaned against the wall, the shadows of the auditorium hiding him. He took pictures as you were practicing a song you would need to sing for a concert.

Your beautiful, angelic voice. He’s phone was recording in his pocket so he could listen to your voice as he falls asleep.

Every game you play

“I got it!” You called out, hands clasping together before bumping the volleyball into the air. Your teammate jumped up, slapping the ball over the net.

Three opponents went for the ball, then freezing at seeing the other one running for the ball. Their frozen state is what allowed the ball to hit the ball and score your team a point.

Mark was sitting in the bleachers, taking pictures of the game. The crowd was cheering for your team, your school being put in the lead.

“Come on (y/n)!” A male called out, cheering you on and making you smile in response. Mark gave the man a dark glare, his hand tightening on his camera in response.

I will make him pay for trying to get in the way of our love

Every night you stay

Mark lowered the lock picking set and pushed it in his pocket, looking around the house. His eyes widened with happiness and he walked through the house, easily finding your room and quietly pushing open the door.

You were sleeping on the bed, the covers pulled up to below your chest. You were laying in a loose, comfortable sports bra. Your (h/c) hair was sprawled under your head, making a small halo as your eyes were shut. Your rosy lips were parted, letting off soft breaths.

I'll be watching you.

He sat besides your bed, putting his hand on your cheek and brushing the stray hairs away. His heart melted at seeing you peacefully sleeping, not a care in the world.

So beautiful...

Click.

Oh can't you see?

Mark watched you walk past him, keeping to yourself. A couple of your friends waved at you, getting a timid nod in response.

You always liked getting to your class much as possible, not wanting to get stuck in the crowd. Mark also easily followed you, making sure you got to your class without anyone disrupting you.

You belong to me

“I think you’re really pretty.” Mark’s eyes narrowed as he almost broke his pencil in his hand. You looked at guy before awkwardly looking the side, unsure of how to take to compliment.

You were never used to this. Hearing any compliment always stunned you as you doubted yourself, never ventured out to get attention.

“Oh... Uh... Thanks?” You responded back in a high pitched voice, almost uncomfortable. Mark smirked, knowing who he would have to take care of. “Would you like to go see a movie sometime?”

“Oh... Uh...” You fiddled with the earbuds and said, “Well, between practices and everything. I might be busy. I’ll see what I can do.”

You gathered your notebook, making your way out of the classroom quickly to get to your next class while Mark was glaring at the guy.

How my poor heart aches with every step you take.

Mark watched you walk past him again, sighing softly. He wanted to hold your hand, show everyone who you belonged to, that you are his. Only his.

But you don’t know him. Yet.

Every move you make

“This way.” The group was lead through the musical hall. Mark smiled at the way your eyes lit up.

Click.

There was a group taking a trip to go watch a musical. As soon as Mark saw you sign up, he was next. He wouldn’t leave you alone.

Nor would he give up a chance to see you this excited. He loved the way you react to see everything.

Your eyes looked everything backstage, awing and seeing the costumes. Gently, your hand ran over the fabric of a dress.

Beautiful. Mark thought, taking a picture. One of the staff walked up to Mark while holding his wrist. “No pictures backstage.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t take any pictures of this filth. It’s not worthy.” Mark growled, giving the staff a sharp glare for even having the thought to touch him.

Every vow you break

“Why haven’t you even felt bad for Khaja’s death?” You heard a voice besides you asked in homeroom. Lazily, you looked over as you were tired from the lake of sleep. “What?”

“Khaja’s death. You haven’t even cried or sad about it!”

“What’s there to be sad about a lying bitch?” You asked, shrugging your shoulders. “Even in death she holds the attention she craved for, I bet she’s gleaming in joy.”

“Heartless bitch.” Your chest stung as you watched the student marched off, but you didn’t have the energy to care. It was horrible that you felt like this, but you were really tired of her.

Your head dropped on your arms as you closed your eyes, falling into a short nap till homeroom ended.

Mark watched the student walk away, his blood boiling. How dare they call his precious angel a heartless bitch? He’ll make sure they pay the same price that Khaja did.

Every smile you fake

“How’s volleyball?” You looked up from your plate, seeing your father looking at you. “Oh... It’s going great.”

“Just great?” He raised an eyebrow. You nodded solemnly. “They want me to become captain.”

“Do it.”

“Yes father.” You said with a smile, feeling a pressure weighing in your chest. Volleyball was fun, but it’s not what you wanted to do.

Click.

Mark frowned as he looked at the recent picture, noticing the dull look in your eyes. This is your father’s fault. He’s taking away your beauty, he’s tainting you...

Yes, he’ll make sure to get rid of your father.

Every claim you stake

“(Y/n), did you really lie to get out of here?” Mark leaned on the wall, watching you run around in your dress. He loved that dress on you, but he hated how others had to see you wear it.

“Yes. I’m late. Where are my shoes??” You freaked out, seeing the scolding look from your teacher. Mark glared at her, letting her catch him in the mirror. He gave her a mocking look and her face paled, allowing you some slack.

You were relieved and someone handed you your shoes. “Let’s go! On the stage!”

One of the helpers called out. You made a small eep and hopped on one foot while putting on your shoes, running out.

“Why are you here?” The teacher asked Mark once the room was empty. Mark leaned off of the wall and toyed with his camera. “My baby is here. Why wouldn’t I be here to support her?”

“(Y- y/n)?” He smirked. Her eyes widened and he gave her a dark look. “Say something to her about this and I’ll make sure you’re fired within a day with never getting hired by another school again. Don’t forget, they don’t like druggies.”

He left the teacher alone, going out to watch you perform beautifully.

I'll be watching you.

“(Y/n)!” You turned your hair as you shouldered your bag, looking back at the guy running up to you. “Yes?”

You were already getting uncomfortable by this stranger coming up to you. “I finally found you!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh sorry, my name’s Jimin. We’ll be working on a partner dance for a competition.” He smiled, making you feel more at ease at seeing his comforting nature. “Really?”

“Yep! Do you have a study hall? I think we should get practicing as quickly as we can.” Mark’s grip tightened on his camera as he felt his blood boil. No... He was no going to allow that.

Every breath you take

“You’re so good!” Jimin complimented you as you finished part of the solo that you managed to learn. You smiled, breathing heavy. “Thanks. Let’s see what you learned.”

Mark was getting more and more annoyed. This stupid Jimin. He couldn’t get rid of him. Every time he tried, he survived.

This was really starting to piss him off.

Every move you make

“Come on ladies. Let’s go!” You jogged around the court, Mark sitting in the bleachers. He was pretending to do homework but was really watching you.

You were finally away from Jimin. Finally. That stupid boy wasn’t dampening your beauty, wasn’t tainting you. There were pictures he had to take to make up for the ones he didn’t take because Jimin would be in them.

Every bond you break

“I said I was fine!” You snapped, slamming your hands on the table. Some of the students stepped back from your outburst. While you were breathing heavy, you sat back down with pulling your hood above your head.

You didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not after what happened. “We were just checking on you (y/n).”

“Don’t bother.” You mumbled, laying your head on your arms. Your father was murdered and you weren’t having the best time dealing with it.

It almost made Mark feel bad. Almost. He remembered what that man did. He deserved to die.

Every step you take

Click.

You walked down the street, keeping your earbuds in as you just walked. You didn’t have anyone waiting at home. So you were trying to clear your head.

Mark was making sure no one bothered you. While you were being the perfect muse for him.

Every bond you break

“Don’t worry princess, you’ll be safe soon. I won’t keep making you wait.” Mark whispered as he was sitting besides your bed. You were sleeping peacefully, unaware of the stalker besides you.

“Life has been too cruel to a beautiful flower for you too long. I’ll rescue you from this hell.”

Every step you take

“Sorry.” You bowed your head as you bumped into Mark. Your notebook and his binders fell from his hands. You kneeled down, picking them up as he was helping you. “No, it was my fault.”

“No. I should have noticed where I was going.” You argued and Mark thought it was adorable. Then his almost growled in annoyance when he heard Jimin’s voice, “There you are (y/n)! Come on, we got practice.”

Jimin helped you up, giving a sharp look to Mark. Mark glared back. You were unaware of the two’s hostile demeanor, both disappearing when you looked up. “See you around...”

“Oh, I’m Mark.”

“(Y/n).” You introduced yourself before Jimin dragged you off. Mark watched you go, looking back at his camera. He picked it off from the ground, glad it wasn’t damaged before looking at the pictures filled with you.

I'll be watching you.