#im going to pull out all the stops for my revenge

[ghoulgeists]

YESSSS MY WEIRD GUYYYY YESS

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[yourdarkcherry]

Is it casual now?// Ellie Williams x fem!reader

summary: you and Ellie had a “casual” thing until she decided to ghost you and replace you. your friends decide that the best way to get over her is to get under another woman.

warnings: jealous ellie, abby is the revenge, reader is barely surviving her first wlw heartbreak, she/her for reader.

a/n: if u cant tell im obsessed with chappell roan.

It was your fault. Sleeping with Ellie Willaims was your fault. 

Ellie was notoriously known as the toxic one, and you knew that. But you were like a moth drawn to a flame, you smiled at her when your eyes met hers too many times at the party. You allowed her to flirt with you, and encouraged her to make out with you at the backseat of the Uber. 

She told you she liked you, and that you were the sexiest girl she was with, but it was all casual and no attachments, it was just having fun.

You knew that deep in your heart, and you liked it because you weren’t looking for anything serious and simply liked the sex and the flirting without any attachment. You liked being able to sleep with anyone you wanted, you liked being able to flirt with anyone, no one blowing up your phone and no one requiring your time and care.

You liked it all.

Until Ellie wormed her way to your heart. It was truly your fault, all of your friends told you that a ‘Casual’ thing with Ellie was a recipe for disaster. 

You didn’t care, you were happy to be the one occupying most of her time, you were simply happy to be the one that got to meet her dad or Joel as she liked to call him, you were ecstatic being the only one to know how much of a big nerd she really is, to be the one to hear her sing, to be the only one that knows how to make her laugh when she’s sad.

That is all until she decided to replace you.

The sight of Ellie with another girl, the two of them were on the couch, the girl sat on Ellie’s lap and giggling into her neck as Ellie whispered things you never wanted to hear in her ear. Just seeing them like that made your eyes burn, and your breathing turned short and despite wanting to peel away your stare from them.

You couldn’t.

Your eyes were glued to them, your vision turning blurry by the second and your stomach turning sick, you didn’t drink anything at this party so you cannot blame it on the drinks no matter how much you wanted to.

In your trance at them, Ellie turned to stare at you—must’ve felt your burning look. You wanted her to push the girl away, to stand up and walk to you and lie to you that it’s not what you think it is. You wished for her to tell you any lie, to pretend like she wanted you just as you wanted her.

You would’ve believed it all, you would have succumbed to her and allowed her to take you to her bed and you would’ve allowed her back into your heart.

But none of your wishes came true. While maintaining eye contact with you, Ellie pulled the girl closer to her.You could feel the bile rising to your throat, and you ran outside the house party and threw up into one of the bushes.

Some part of you is grateful that your wishes didn’t come true, that the next day you didn’t wake up naked in Ellie’s bed. Because it makes hating her a lot easier. 

“It’s a good thing you two ended that weird casual thing you had,” Leah told you on the way to the cafeteria after class. “I don’t know about you, but if the person I was fucking with no strings attached made me meet their parents, I’d run.” You sigh and roll your eyes at her words.

“It was never casual, maybe at the beginning but it quickly escalated to something very codependent. I’m glad it ended, though.” She added, taking the booth seat. 

“Okay, can we stop airing out my dirty laundry for once? I was wrong and you were right, is that what you wanna hear?” you scoff at Leah. The woman grins and nods, “that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

You sigh for the millionth time on this day. 

“I’m glad you admitted that I’m right, because from now on you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do.” Leah said, then her eyes falling to something behind you and waving. Before you could look over your shoulder to what she’s looking at, or more rightfully, who she’s looking at, she holds your arm and stops you.

“You’re going to flirt hard with Abby Anderson, and you’re going to dress as a slutty cop when you go to the party this weekend with Abby.”

You open your mouth to ask who the hell is Abby Anderson and why does Leah think she can boss you around like that, but she cuts you as she speaks urgently. “You are a whore, act like it.” before you get a chance to feel offended at her words, you hear Jordan’s voice as he greets, “hi babe”

He rounds the table to sit at the booth, he presses a kiss to Leah’s forehead. She grins into it, and from the corner of your eyes you see a new figure, you turn to look at a tall blonde woman. She pulls out a seat and then turns to look at you when she notices your look.

“Hi, I’m Abby, Jordan’s friend.” You blink, taking in the sight of the tall, blonde woman who just introduced herself as Abby. Her gaze is steady and confident, her smile is charming and polite.

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you reply, forcing a smile as you try to mask your confusion. Leah’s instructions echo in your mind, and you're not sure how to react. Who is this Abby Anderson, and why does Leah seem so intent on orchestrating some kind of encounter between you and her?

Leah’s so obvious as she says with a knowing look directed to you, “(Y/N), this is Abby Anderson,” 

“Hi Abby, Leah tells me a lot about you.” you lie. 

Abby chuckles, and nods, “she told me about you too. She has a knack for thinking all the lesbians on campus know each other.”

As you burst out in laughter at Abby’s comment, Leah feigns innocence as she asks, “y’all don’t? I know all the bisexuals on campus.”

Jordan leans back, his arm draped casually over the back of the booth, watching the interaction with a keen interest. "So, you guys ready for the party this weekend?" he asks.

Leah comments, throwing you another look as she said, “(Y/N)’s been looking forward to it,” she says, shooting a grin at Abby. “She never attended a frat halloween party.”

Abby nods, and looks at you, “It’s pretty fun, any thoughts for a costume?” Her voice is smooth, and it grounds you even when you glance at Leah that’s glaring at you. 

“Uh…” you hesitate, glancing again at Leah that kicks your leg underneath the table. You finally answer, “uhm…I’m going as a cop.”

“No way! I’m going as a prisoner.” Abby said with pure surprise, and when your gaze falls at Leah and Jordan that are pretending to not have known. You also stammer as you try to lie, “wow, I had no idea!”

“What a coincidence, truly.” Leah says.

“You two should go together.” Jordan comments, and Leah claps as she affirms, “oh yes that’s such a good idea! That way you two won’t look like single losers, no offense.”

“None taken.” Abby says with an amused grin, then she tilts her head to you and asks, “so, what do you say?”

“Sure.” You nod.

As the night of the party approaches, your nerves begin to bubble up, and it's not just because of the skimpy costume Leah convinced you to wear. The real source of your anxiety is the possibility of running into Ellie Williams. 

She attended all the parties, she never missed one. You on the other hand stopped attending them after the one you saw her at weeks before with that other girl in her lap. After that, you swore to never see her again. Which was easy, considering you had memorized her schedule like the back of your hand. 

The idea of seeing her at the party, mingling with others and having fun, twists your stomach into knots.

“When’s Abby picking you up?” Leah asks, her voice coming out of the speaker of your phone.

You stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the police costume's accessories for the umpteenth time, trying to focus on anything other than the potential encounter. “In five minutes, you on the way the party?” 

“Yeah, Jordan is in the car with me.” She answers. 

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. “Cool, I’ll see you guys there,” you say, forcing a smile that Leah can’t see.

“Hey, you'll be fine," Leah reassures, her tone softening. "Remember, this party is about you having fun and maybe getting to know Abby better. Don't worry about Ellie. If she shows up, just ignore her. You've got this."

You nod, even though she can't see you, and glance at the clock. Time seems to drag and race simultaneously, your thoughts racing ahead to every possible scenario that could unfold at the party. The memory of seeing Ellie with another girl, looking so carefree and happy, still stings. It was that moment that made you realize it was time to let go.

A knock on your door startles you out of your reverie. You quickly grab your phone, ending the call with Leah. "Abby's here. I'll catch you later."

"Have fun, (Y/N)!" Leah calls out before you hang up. You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your costume and taking a deep breath.

When you open the door, Abby stands there, a grin on her face. She's in her prisoner costume, complete with fake tattoos on her arms. She was wearing a short sleeved orange button down, the first five buttons left open and giving you a good look into her chest. “Hey, Officer,” she jokes lightly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Please don’t arrest me just yet, I have a party to attend.”

You laugh, though it’s tinged with nervousness. “I’ll let you off the hook just this time.” you reply, stepping out and closing the door behind you. 

The drive to the party is filled with light chatter, Abby doing most of the talking. She seems at ease, excited for the night ahead, and her energy is contagious. You try to focus on her words, on the fun you're supposed to be having, but a part of you can't stop thinking about Ellie.

It’s truly the pinnacle of loser behavior as your friends always tell you, but you can’t help it. She plagues your mind, and everything about her haunts you.

As you arrive at the party, the music and laughter spilling out from the house only amplify your anxiety.You and Abby climb the steps leading up to the door, and enter through the wide door. Your eyes scan through the dim lit room with the red and green lights. The music pulses through the room, a steady beat that seems to synchronize with the thrumming in your chest. You scan the room, your eyes darting from group to group, hoping to spot familiar faces—or perhaps to avoid one in particular.

"Wow, it's packed," Abby comments, leaning in close to be heard over the music. Her presence is comforting, a steady anchor in the sea of partygoers.

You nod, your eyes still searching the room. Suddenly, you spot Nora and Mel in one of the corners, engaged in an animated conversation. They're dressed up too, Nora as a pirate with a makeshift sword at her side and Mel as a witch, complete with a pointed hat and a fake broomstick.

A wave of relief washes over you at the sight of your friends. You nudge Abby and point in their direction. "There are Nora and Mel," you say, a genuine smile breaking through your earlier anxiety.

Abby smiles back, nodding. "Let's go say hi."

As you and Abby approach Nora and Mel, their faces light up with recognition. Nora waves excitedly. "Hey, Abby! (Y/N)! Over here!"

Mel, grins widely, “there you two are! We were wondering when you'd show up." She gives you both a quick hug. "And look at you, Abby! Going all out with the prisoner theme, huh?" Nora hands you a drink that you down, hoping it will calm down your nerves.

Abby laughs, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Thanks” she says as she’s glancing at you, "and (Y/N) makes a pretty convincing cop, don't you think?"

Nora nods enthusiastically. "Absolutely! You two look great. Perfect match for the night." She takes the empty cup from you and places it somewhere else. Eager to find another drink, you take the red cup from Mel’s hands and down it too.

A new song starts playing, and as you recognize the song from the beginning of it. Nora’s eyes widen and she pushes you and Abby to the direction of the dance floor, “this is (Y/N)’s favorite song! You two should dance together!”

It doesn’t take you long to figure out that Leah most likely roped Nora into it too. The mission of getting you to get laid by someone new to get over your weird feelings for Ellie.

It seems like your friends are determined to push you out of your comfort zone tonight. Abby, ever the good sport, grins and shrugs. "Well, if it's your favorite song, we have to dance," she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Caught in a case of mild embarrassment, you let yourself be led to the dance floor. When you reach there, you kick out all the embarrassment out of your head, and then turn around as you bring Abby’s hands to rest on your waist from the back.

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, but if your friends are so eager for you to sleep with Abby, you might as well do that. It’s probably the tell-tale signs of you being tipsy but the idea of making out with Abby seems like a good idea right now. You like her just enough, and she seems to like you too.

With that, you start grinding your ass on her. Abby leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. "You're a pretty good dancer," she says and you can hear her teasing grin. 

You smile back, feeling a flush of warmth to your cheeks and neck as one of her hands on your waist roams underneath your tits.

“Do you like my costume?” you ask, your hand resting on her own and you tilt your head to the side to allow her to press her face to your neck. She breathes in your perfume and whispers back, “I love it.”

You’re about to whisper the same line you used on Ellie when she saw you wearing that tiny scarlet dress she likes in that first party you met her. I wore it just so you’d sleep with me. But your eyes fall on the very same Ellie Williams.

Standing right to the side, and glaring at you like you were the one that cursed her with seven years of bad luck. Her piercing gaze sends a chill down your spine, and any playful mood you had vanishes instantly. The weight of her stare is too much, and instinctively, you pull back from Abby, the space between you widening in an instant.

Abby, sensing the shift, looks at you with concern, “something wrong?”

“I—I need to go to the bathroom.” you lie, and then take unbalanced steps towards the stairs to use the upstairs bathroom. Your mind races, unsure of what to do next. The party, the music, and the laughter all fade into the background as you enter the toilet.

You allow the cold water to sting your hands as you can’t really wash your face. 

But before you can fully collect your thoughts, the door swings open, and Ellie steps in, closing it behind her with a quiet click. The small space suddenly feels even smaller, the air charged with the unresolved tension between you.

Ellie’s eyes are a mix of emotions—anger, hurt, and something else you can’t quite place. She takes a step closer, her jaw set. “What the hell was that?” she asks, her voice low but intense.

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of her gaze. You rest your hands on the sink as you scoff, “why do you care?” then you push your weight back while turning around to face her, “you moved on, and I’m trying to move on.”

“Is that what it was? Moving on?”

You hesitate, the words sticking in your throat. You want to say yes, to tell her that you’re over her, but the truth is, you’re not sure. Seeing her now, the intensity of your feelings crashes over you like a wave, and you realize that moving on is much harder than you thought it would be.

“Actually, it’s not moving on. We were never something, it was never that deep between us.” You say.

You feel your heartbeat accelerating as you stare at her, before you stepped closer to the door and invade her personal space, “baby, no attachment.” you use the same words she told you that last night you slept with her.

Without waiting for her reaction, you turn and push open the bathroom door. You walk out, the noise of the party flooding back in, a stark contrast to the tense silence of the small room. As you step into the hallway, your heart races, the adrenaline from the confrontation making your pulse quicken.

Forcing yourself to keep moving, and trying to put as much distance between yourself and Ellie as possible. You promise yourself that night that you won’t allow her to take up one thought of your mind.

[rosenclaws]

So my birthdays around the bend (next week Saturday) and my sister just slept with the guy I used to like (ik, very messy) so I was wondering if you could write some sort of Wolverine revenge sex story cz I will not be participating in that !

Thanks 😭

a/n: omfg that's insane im so sorry adsfjlk; I got u babes and I hope u can go and celebrate ur birthday and try not to let it ruin ur big day. I hope it's okay I wrote the reader with fem anatomy because I wasn't sure if that's what you wanted. I hope this cheers you up a little bit <3

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, rough sex, unprotected, dirty talk, creampie, fingering

You were certifiably pissed. I mean you had every right to be. You stormed through the mansion and everyone seemed to get out of your way.

"What's wrong with you?" Logan asks, the only one who doesn't seem afraid to poke the bear.

"Fuck off." You grumble. Throwing open the fridge to search for wine or beer or literally anything at this point. Logan rolls his eyes and watches you angrily move things around the fridge.

"Jesus just take it. Looks like you can use it more than I can." He hands you the rest of his beer which you take from his hands. You take a long sip, wiping your lips as you sit on one of the stools by the kitchen counter. The anger slowly dissipating into sadness.

"My sister slept with a guy I used to like." You mumble. Logan raises his eyebrows but stays quiet.

"It's messy I know but like, it just feels like such a betrayal." You were really hurt. I mean of all people it had to be the two of them.

"I was supposed to spend my birthday with my family but I think I'm just going to cancel." You say bitterly.

"That's really shitty." Logan leans on the counter, his arms flexing as he rests his heavy body on the marble.

"You shouldn't cancel your birthday because of her."

"Well what do you think I should do?" You huff.

Celebrating your birthday sounds miserable if you were being honest. Maybe you could just do a small thing here at the mansion but most of your friends were out on a mission right now. You glance at your phone and see a text from your sister. Rolling your eyes you place your phone in your pocket, not wanting to even deal with her right now.

"If I were you, I'd fuck someone else. You know show her that she can't get to you." Logan suggests casually.

You scoff at first, of course Logan would suggest that. That man brings home someone new every time you go to the bar. But...he's not wrong. It's petty yes but you know what, fuck it. You smirk, looking at Logan who narrows his eyes cautiously at you.

"Logan..." You put on your best puppy dog eyes and he just chuckles.

Your sister has always had the hots for Logan. The one time she visited the mansion she couldn't stop talking about how hot he was. Did she have a crush? Who knows but you do know it would be a massive ego blow to her if she knew you were hooking up with the Wolverine.

"Yeah sweetheart." Logan purrs. Logan would be an idiot to not be attracted to you, but relationships weren't really his thing. In the sense that he's bad at them. So keeping things casual is simply just what's best.

"You wanna help me get revenge on my sister?" He smirks and leans closer to your face, his presence is overwhelming as his pretty eyes stare into your own.

"You know what you're asking for? I don't play nice." You shudder at his words. Your legs pressing together without even thinking.

"Neither do I." You whisper back.

Without another word Logan smashes his lips against yours. Groaning into your mouth as he pulls you into him. Your hands brace themselves on his toned chest. The white tank top does little to hide his muscles. With ease he hoists you over his shoulder and carries you to his room.

You're practically buzzing with excitement as he kicks his door open and places you onto his bed. His sheets smell like him and you just want to curl up in the soft fabric. Logan wastes no time in shedding his clothes, pulling tank top over his head and unbuckling his jeans at lighting speed. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Fuck he's like a Greek statue.

"Take em off. Now." He commands and you don't hesitate to obey. Your clothes are thrown without a care somewhere in his room. You'll find them later. Your phone is tossed onto the bedside table before Logan can throw it across the room. He looks ready to pounce. Logan crawls between your legs, his lips sucking on your neck harshly.

"Fuck!" You hiss as he bites down on your collarbone, his tongue coming to soothe the slight pain as he feigns a sad look.

"Sorry sweetheart, just wanna leave a few marks. Right where anyone can see." Oh god you don't even want to think about what your neck will look like after this. Though you quite liked the idea of showing them off. A reminder of the amazing sex you're about to have with Logan.

"Normally I'd take my time with a someone as pretty as you." He purrs. His lips tracing down your chest and stomach.

"Start with an appetizer," He spreads your legs as far as they can go.

"And feast until you're screaming my fucking name baby." He slips his fingers inside your warm cunt, groaning at the feeling.

"So fucking wet already? I've barely touched you." His fingers are like magic.

Soft whines are pulled from your lips as he fucks his fingers into you. A rough but steady pace. One that has you going insane. As much as you want to take your time, you need him bad. You want it hot and dirty.

"Logan please, just fuck me already!" You snap, the pleasure twisting in your body is almost unbearable.

"Bossy." Logan teases as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt. Sticking them in his mouth to clean them up.

"I'll have my taste next time." Your heart leaps at next time.

Logan strokes his cock slowly, pressing the tip into your cunt. Fucking hell is he big. With one thrust of his hips he slots himself fully inside. Your back arching as you try and get used to the feeling. Hands clawing at the sheets trying to ground yourself.

"Easy, I got you. Just breathe." Logan whispers in your ear.

His elbows keeping him above you. His words may be sweet but his actions are devastating. His hips pounding you into the mattress. Barely giving you a second to breathe. Your head is in the clouds. Logan pins your wrists to the bed, it's the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.

"Fuck fuck." Logan groans, his tongue sticking out a little as he chases his high. He was right. He doesn't play nice.

"Logan!" You cry as he sits back on his knees, pushing your legs up to fuck you in a new position. You asked him for help and he was going to give you the best fuck of your life.

"That's it baby, can feel you squeezing me real tight." His hands wrap around your thighs, fingers digging into your skin.

"Don't fight it." Logan growls, he can see the way your face twists in pleasure, your body is reacting before you can even think about it.

He's silently begging you to come. He's close and he can feel the animal coming out in him. The pleasure seeping into his bones. Your nails dig into the sheets. Vision going blurry as Logan pulls the most intense orgasm you've ever felt. Your legs shake as pleasure explodes through you.

The feeling of your own orgasm triggers something in Logan. He lets go of your thighs and grabs the headboard. Splintering the wood with his strength. He grunts as he powers his hips recklessly. Chasing his own pleasure with teeth bared and eyes clouded with lust.

"Fuck!" He growls as his hips still. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes inside of you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"How was that for revenge? Gonna show off my art to her?" Logan asks with a smirk, his fingers tracing the hickeys he left on your skin.

"Maybe..." You mumble.

Logan lays by your side, sitting up with the sheets covering his lower half. You move to rest your head on his chest, his arm coming to rest on around your back. This was meant to be a revenge fuck, something you can rub your sister face in. But you're already craving more. As if the universe was listening you hear your phone ding. Lazily you reach for it. A text from your sister.

Can we talk??

A devilish smirk crosses your face as you open the camera and lift your phone up. Angling it so that she can clearly see the hickeys on your neck and Logan's bare chest.

"Really sweetheart?" Logan asks, amusement in his voice.

"What?" You say innocently. Logan finds it very hot, this side of you is new to him and he likes it.

You type a few words before pressing send.

Sorry! I'm busy 😜

[one attachment sent]

Shutting off your phone and tossing it onto the floor.

"Now," You sit up and crawl on top of Logan, straddling his waist. His hands grab your hips, a curious but interested look on his face.

"Does that super healing of yours work on everything?"

[bluesunss]

Goldfish memory Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

part 2

summary: after witnessing your (ex-)boyfriend cheating on you (and making no effort to hide it), you go to a fast-food place and complain to the cashier. but that random man is a way better listener than your stupid ex ever was, and you find yourself ranting to that hot stranger.

warnings: not really a warning, but reader is extremely blunt, tactless and messy. not in a bad way, just a big blunt mess. swearing, mentions of cheating

a/n: sorry for being inactive :( ill try to update my main stories this weekend but here is a filler episode to make up for it. also McRonalds bc we boycott here ! btw not proofread im super tired #help

The lights of the cheap McRonald at the end of the street kept flickering to death, neon red bleeding into the puddles on the pavement. The rain fell in slow slivers, barely there but still making the hairs on your arms rise. You sneezed, walked faster and reached for the handle.

Your mind was a wreckage site. The sterile light immediately woke you up, it was so late. The smell of frying and salt hit your face, it got warmer and greasier. Scanning the screens, you found them all taken, and you muttered an insult. The cashier was tapping on the screen, his lips moving silently as if talking to himself, and he had an AirPod in.

He wouldn’t hear you. You needed to vent. That is why you slammed your hands onto the counter.

“I just think,” you announced, “that if you’re gonna cheat, at least try to fucking hide it."

The boy behind the register barely looked up from the screen, swaying his head slightly to the music you could hear from here. His name tag read Su-bong, his hair under his cap was too bright for this night, a flashy purple tousled on the edges of a fluffy brown mass, and you spotted silver piercings on his ears as well as a black line going up his coloured fingers. He looked familiar, but you had no time for familiarity.

“You okay girl?” he asked, finally looking at you when you said nothing, pulling out an earbud.

“Fucking great," you snapped. Anger and exhaustion coexisted within you and you broke down. "My boyfriend decided to raw-dog some girl on MY couch in MY house. When I opened the door, he saw me, but that asshole kept going until he finished. Only then did he fall to his knees and beg. After he was done."

You squint your eyes in disgust.

"He said it ‘just happened.’ Like he tripped and fell into her y’know."

Then, you stare suspiciously at the cashier. Gladly, it’s late, and there is no one standing behind you, the people are ordering at the machines. His dark eyes are surrounded by a blue orbit, and eye bags make the dark circles pop. He puts down the earbud, stops tapping on the screen.

Letting out a low whistle, he finally taps at the register. “That’s rough, señorita. Wouldn’t wish that on myself."

“No, rough is the fact that he had the audacity to send me a voice note crying about it,” you continued, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Like he’s the victim. Like I put him in that situation. You ever seen a grown man sniffle out a ‘baby please’ while he’s got another girl’s press-on nails still clawed into his shoulder?”

That got a real reaction. Su-bong barked out a laugh, pressing a hand to his chest like he’d been shot.

“Oh, that’s tragic.”

“That’s pathetic.”

He was still grinning when he turned around, grabbing a large soda cup and filling it, before taking a loud sip from it.

"So what’re you gonna do bout this cheating narcissistic little bitch?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if I were you, I’d light his pants on fire. Or maybe steal his dog. Or… nah that’s breaking bro code. Don’t break his PS5. That’s too mean."

"Oh. Good ideas."

He shook his head and sipped again from his coke. "Nah. Y’know what breaks any man more than revenge? Nothing. Do nothing and walk away like a proud bitch. That makes us want to go on all fours and beg."

You laughed, hand brushing his arm instinctively. Keen on physical touch, that seemed to shine the cashier’s eyes who was already in another dimension. He stared at you an instant before straightening again.

"Why are you even helping me?" Your laugh died down, the ghost of a smile on your lips.

“Because my night’s already shit. And a pretty girl’s whining bout a shitty guy. What a way to score a goal on some fine shit."

Your heart, that had calmed down since the awful stress the visual sight from earlier had put on you, sprinted again. You were dizzy, it was late. His gaze locked with yours, tired. Absentmindedly, your fingers touched his forearm, and he let you there. Stroking circles, you watched the way his breath hitched and the way his eyes stared at your eyes. Those eyes. Those tattoos. This purple hair.

"Hold on. I know you."

The instant broke. He pulled his arm away, turned back to the register, lips curling, self-deprecating. “’Course you do babygirl. Everyone does." He sighed, took a sip of his drink. "’Specially after last week."

You leaned in. “You’re Thanos.”

His expression didn’t change. He slightly furrowed his brows, removed a piece of fry from his teeth and swallowed it. His elbows were now propped on the counter as your meal was getting prepared behind, and he was awaiting a reaction.

“My ex loved you,” you said. “Wouldn’t shut up about your freestyles. Played them in the car. I hated it.”

Su-bong blinked once. Then, instead of looking offended, he let out a short, dry laugh. “Wow. Brutal.”

"Fucking hell each time I’d hear your voice I thought I was going MAD. If we were fighting, he’d blast your hit song ‘break ur bones not my heart’ or whatever that was. If I complained about any minor inconvenience he’d slam into my ears ‘bitches get mad when they know I’m right’. Man, even after he cheated he sent me a Spotify link to your ‘ain’t nothing better than make up sex."

You were not exactly known for your tact. That is why Su-bong was biting his lower lip at a loss of words. He got criticism. Lots of it. But he’d usually get told his music was just plain amazing or shit. No explanation. He awaited the continuation. You were seemingly lost in your raging anger.

"Your rap isn’t totally bad though," you remarked. "Just-"

“Just?”

You sighed, debating whether you should keep talking. But you were too far in.

“Sometimes it felt like you relied too much on your flow to carry you. Like, you’d have these really good setups, and I’d be waiting for the punchline, and then it wouldn’t land as hard as it could have. Like you were holding back, or playing it safe. I mean I would appreciate some of the things my ex played in my ears, but I’d never tell him."

He didn’t say anything right away. Just tilted his head slightly, considering.

Then: “That’s actually solid criticism.”

You shrugged. “Whatever." Then, you looked over his shoulder. "I’m hungry! When’s my food coming?"

Su-bong looked back too, before standing. "Girl I think you forgot to order."

That made you smile. He watched you, amused, as you made a motion similar to pouting, observing the menu. "Triple cheeseburger. Lots of fries and pickles. And sauce. Extra spicy."

Su-bong tilted his head. "That’s all for you tonight señorita?"

You bit your lip again, let out a quiet ouch. "I think so. Oh, maybe add sparkling water."

He smirked. "Not many people go for that."

You didn’t answer immediately, pulling out your card from the mess in your bag as two lipsticks fell and rolled to the ground as well as bills. Muttering insults, you knelt and grabbed your stuff, finally exhaling.

"Yeah I’ve never tried it before. Just first thing that came to my mind. I don’t wanna think of the shit in my apartment. Fucking hell, he stained my couch with his sweat and another woman’s. That’s so disgusting!" You kept swearing, scanning the card. It kept declining and you almost crumbled in despair.

The cashier chuckled pitifully. "Don’t worry it’s on me. Tonight."

You half-smiled. "You’re broke. I saw the last rap battle. Actually, my ex kept replaying it and saying it was rigged and you didn’t forget your own lyrics."

If he was embarrassed, he did not show it. He called someone from the back and gave them your exact order. "See? The memory of a goldfish."

"Gold fishes have shit memories. It’s elephants."

He laughed. "I know babe. Been testing you."

Your meal came. His fingers brushed against yours as he gave you your cardboard bag, he stared at you a second too long.

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Final Chapter: Built on Tears, Made of Light

warning: angst, sexual content, and more that I don't condone.

Y/N: Six Months Later

The waves breathe in and out, and I breathe with them.

For the first time in a long time, I’m not trying to be okay.

I’m just… here. Sitting in damp sand, wrapped in a hoodie two sizes too big, the sleeves pushed over my fingers, my toes buried in the cold. My face is turned toward the sea like it might whisper answers if I stay still enough.

It’s quiet out here. Lonely, in a healing kind of way.

I’ve spent every day since stepping carefully over the pieces, trying not to cut myself too deep. Some wounds still bleed when I touch them. Others are finally just scars.

I’ve forgiven him.

I’m still learning how to forgive myself.

The cheating.

Matt.

Chris.

Milo.

The silence.

The rage.

The love that never stopped burning even after the match went out.

I close my eyes.

For a second, I feel it again, the version of me that used to dream about Matt’s last name behind mine, about toddlers with sleepy blue eyes, about Christmas mornings and shared coffee and decades of small moments that built a life.

And then I hear it.

That voice.

Like the wind pulled it from my memory and placed it behind me.

“Y/N?”

My whole body stills.

I turn.

Matt.

Standing there with the ocean at his back, barefoot in the sand, holding his daughter. Wrapped in a yellow blanket, head against his chest, eyes wide and alert, as if the world is something brand new.

He looks older. Tired in the eyes, fuller in the face. But there’s still something soft about him. Like time carved away the sharp edges but left the sadness.

“Can I sit here?” He asks.

I don’t say anything. I just nod.

He walks toward me, slow and unsure, and sits beside me in the sand.

“She likes the ocean,” he says. “She’s calm here.”

I smile faintly. “Me too.”

He looks down at her. She’s clutching his thumb. His entire world in a fist the size of a plum.

“She’s beautiful,” I whisper.

“She is,” he says. “And strong.”

We fall into silence.

My voice is raw when I finally speak again.

“I always thought my ending would be you and me. A little version of us running in the yard. Me in a white dress, long train dragging through grass. I thought we’d grow old together, be buried in the same place, have cats, dogs, grandkids. All of it.”

He closes his eyes. I watch his jaw tighten.

“But we didn’t make it,” I add. “And I’ve spent months trying to understand why.”

“I failed you,” he says quietly.

I shake my head. “We failed each other.”

Then I look at the baby again.

“Can I hold her?”

He hesitates, but only for a second, before handing her over gently. She fits into my arms like she’s always belonged there. Like some strange cosmic joke. Like a ‘what if’ made flesh.

She blinks up at me, tiny fists curled. She doesn’t cry. She just watches me like she knows I’m someone important, even if she doesn’t understand why.

“I wanted this,” I whisper. “I wanted her. With you.”

A tear slips down my cheek.

Matt doesn’t speak. He just watches. I know he feels it too.

“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice shaking. “For what I did. With Chris. It was never about revenge. It was pain. And loneliness. And wanting to feel something that didn’t hurt.”

He nods slowly. “I get it.”

“I know it’s fucked up. I know I crossed a line.”

“You weren’t the only one,” he murmurs. “I started it. I set the fire. I lit the match and walked away.”

We sit there, the tide inching closer.

“I never stopped loving you,” I whisper.

His eyes meet mine. “I didn’t either.”

I glance down at the baby, her lashes fluttering. “But I don’t want you back.”

Matt exhales, like that hurts more than anything else I’ve said.

“And yet,” I continue, “it still feels like I can’t let you go.”

He swallows hard. “You’re the reason I still believe in real love. Even if I lost it.”

The tears come freely now. I hand her back, gently, like returning a part of myself I wasn’t meant to keep.

He cradles her close.

I wipe at my face, even though I know I’ll cry again later.

“She’s perfect,” I say. “Please take care of her.”

“I will,” he says. “I promise.”

“And if you ever tell her about me,” I say, looking at the ocean, “tell her I forgave her father.”

He pauses. His voice thick. “I will.”

Matt stands, rocking her gently in his arms. The wind tugs at the hem of his shirt. I stay sitting.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

I look up at him one last time. My heart squeezes, but I smile. “Goodbye, Matt.”

And then he walks away.

I stay.

Letting it all sink in, the past, the hurt, the growth.

When I finally check my phone, there’s a message waiting.

Milo💕:

I hope you know I’ll be here, waiting for you.

No matter how long it takes.

I don’t reply. Not yet.

But I press my palm over my heart.

And for the first time in what feels like years, I whisper:

“I’m going to be okay.”

I sit still for a while after he’s gone.

The ocean keeps moving like nothing ever happened. The waves don’t know about us, about Matt and me, about all the versions of love we tried and failed to keep. The water just rises, crashes, recedes. Again and again. Without shame. Without apology.

The sand under me is cold, but I don’t feel frozen anymore.

I’m not angry.

I’m not aching.

I’m not even sad the way I expected to be.

I’m just… full.

Not of regret, not of resentment, just the reality of it all.

We loved.

We lost.

We hurt each other in ways we’ll never fully understand.

But we survived it.

I survived it.

Slowly, I press my hands to the sand and push myself up to stand. My legs feel heavy at first, like they’ve been holding the weight of years. But then I plant my feet firmly beneath me, brush the hair from my face, and let the breeze wrap around me.

I look out over the horizon, letting the sea air sting my cheeks and dry the last of the tears.

That was the goodbye I never got.

The one I used to imagine over and over, rehearsing what I’d say if I ever saw him again.

And it didn’t come with fireworks or screaming or a desperate I love you, I’m sorry.

It came with quiet. With honesty. With a baby girl laying on his chest, and the echo of the life we didn’t get to build.

It was soft.

And it was enough.

And for the first time since everything fell apart, I feel like I can take the next step without dragging him behind me.

I let my eyes flutter shut for a second, breathing deep.

This is what peace feels like.

Not forgetting. Not replacing.

Just finally being able to let go.

I open my phone again and stare at Milo’s message.

“I hope you know I’ll be here, waiting for you. No matter how long it takes.”

And maybe I’m not ready to answer.

Maybe I won’t be for a while.

But I smile, just a little.

Because I know now, I will be.

MATT:

The apartment’s quiet except for the sound of a lullaby playing softly in the background. Light filters in through the curtains, warm, gold, comforting in the way late afternoon sometimes feels.

I’m sitting on the couch, my daughter asleep in my arms, her tiny hand curled around the collar of my hoodie.

Avery’s in the other room on the phone with her OB. She’s twelve weeks pregnant.

Again.

She’s excited. Nervous. Planning names already.

And I’m trying to be everything I wasn’t the first time.

More present. More steady. More… something.

But I won’t lie to myself.

The joy I feel, it’s real, but it’s dulled.

Because it came from a life I never really meant to build.

We’re not broken, Avery and I.

We function. We share laughs. We have a rhythm now. We moved into this two-bedroom apartment on the east side, closer to her mom’s, decorated it in muted tones and soft furniture. We’re trying.

But love?

It’s not the kind that keeps you up at night in a good way.

It’s quiet. Convenient. Comfortable.

And sometimes I catch myself looking at her and remembering YN.

It happens in the smallest moments.

Like when we go to the beach.

Or when Avery plays old songs in the car, once, she played “And I Love Her” by The Beatles, and I swear I felt the earth tilt under me.

Because that song will never not be YN.

The first time I saw her in that stupid backyard.

The first time I thought, That’s her. That’s the girl.

And now… she’s gone.

We haven’t spoken since that day at the beach.

She held my daughter like she’d dreamed her into existence. And then she let her go. She let me go. And that’s something I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

But I didn’t chase her.

Because I knew the goodbye we had…

was the one she needed.

Chris and I are good again now.

It took time.

Time and a few ugly arguments and one night where we both got high and didn’t say anything for three hours. But when he told me he was dating someone seriously, a girl named Kelly with a loud laugh and freckles, I saw something soft in him I hadn’t seen in years.

He still teases me. But I think he’s finally forgiven me.

And maybe I’ve finally forgiven myself too.

Even Nick and I have been better. He comes over every Sunday to eat half the food in our fridge and play with the baby like she’s made of magic. Sometimes I think he misses YN too. Quietly. Like we all do.

I look down at the little girl sleeping on my chest.

Her mouth twitches in her sleep, maybe dreaming.

Her lashes are long. Her cheeks flushed.

Her name still tastes like YN when I say it out loud.

I rest my chin gently on her head and close my eyes.

I don’t know if I’ll ever fully stop loving YN.

Not in the way I did.

Not in the way that cost me everything.

But I’m learning to love this version of my life.

The one I never saw coming.

The one I have now.

MATT: Couple Months Later

It’s spring.

We’re out on a sunny afternoon, me, Chris, and Nick, sitting at an outdoor table downtown. It’s one of those rare quiet Saturdays where no one’s filming, no one’s arguing, and the world feels… almost easy.

Chris is sipping a soda and arguing with Nick about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. I’m just watching people pass by on the sidewalk, pushing strollers, holding iced coffees, laughing like the world didn’t break last year.

And then, like the universe has impeccable timing, I see her.

YN.

She’s across the street, standing beside a guy.

Her hand’s in his.

She’s laughing at something he said, her head tilted back, hair caught in the breeze.

She looks… happy.

Like glowing-from-the-inside happy.

Like she finally stepped out of that storm she was stuck in for years.

She’s in a pale pink dress, the kind she used to say made her feel soft. Her eyes scan the sidewalk, unbothered, free.

I freeze.

Nick sees her first too. He goes still mid-sip, lips parting like he’s seeing a ghost that isn’t quite a ghost anymore. Chris notices a second later, he doesn’t speak, but his jaw tenses, and he shifts back in his seat.

“She looks good,” Nick says quietly.

“She looks.. happy, like herself again,” Chris adds.

And they’re right.

She doesn’t look like the girl I watched cry in my bedroom. Or the one who walked barefoot into the ocean just to feel something. Or the one who kissed my brother like she was trying to forget me.

She looks like someone who healed.

He leans in and whispers something in her ear, and she smiles so wide it scrunches her nose. She reaches up and fixes his hair, like it’s instinct. And when the crosswalk signal turns green, they walk together, fingers still laced.

She doesn’t see us.

And maybe that’s for the best.

Because for the first time since everything shattered, I don’t feel angry. I don’t feel jealous. I don’t even feel the ache I thought I would.

I just feel… proud.

Of her. Of me. Of what we survived.

Chris claps me on the shoulder once and stands up. “Come on. Let’s get another drink.”

I nod. Nick’s already walking ahead.

But I take one last look.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her.. not in the deep, permanent way.

But that love?

It doesn’t burn anymore.

It just glows, quiet, respectful, and from a distance.

I let go.

And then I follow my brothers inside.

Y/N: EPILOGUE

There’s a strange kind of peace you get when you get the closure you needed.

When the storm inside you quiets.

When you stop needing answers to sleep at night.

When you stop waiting for someone to come back just to explain why they left.

I don’t flinch when I hear his name anymore.

I don’t stalk his page.

I don’t ache like I used to.

But sometimes, when it rains hard against the windows, or I pass by the parking lot where he once spun me in circles, I feel it.

The ghost of us.

The ache that never fully died.

I’m engaged now.

Milo asked me last month, on a quiet Sunday morning with pancakes and bedhead and no big performance.

I said yes without shaking.

We’re getting married next August.

And I know, truly know, he’s the kind of man who will show up for the boring days, not just the beautiful ones.

The kind who reads my moods like weather.

Who kisses my forehead when I forget how to breathe.

Who looks at me like I’m still magic even after I’ve told him every broken thing I’ve ever done.

He’s steady.

He’s warm.

He’s mine.

I love him.

Not with the chaos I once thought was love, but with something quieter, deeper, like roots growing in the dark.

A kind of love that doesn’t demand I earn it.

A kind of love that lets me be held without being hurt.

He makes me feel like I’m enough, just as I am.

And that’s a kind of happiness I never thought I’d get to have.

But if I’m being honest—

Deep in my soul, there’s a piece of me that still wishes it was Matt.

I don’t say it out loud.

Not to Milo. Not even to myself most days.

Because what would be the point?

Matt chose a different life.

He chose someone else.

Twice.

He’s a father now.

Living in a home that once could’ve been ours.

Loving someone who looks like me, but isn’t me.

Maybe that’s why it still lingers, because he never let me go gently.

He tore it out of me.

And still…

He’s the love that never fully left.

The storm that passed, but carved the coastline forever.

Milo knows about Matt.

He knows I was in love with him. That I got with his brother. That the whole thing was messy and brutal and nothing I’m proud of.

But he doesn’t know that sometimes, when he’s asleep beside me, snoring softly into my shoulder, I still think of Matt’s laugh echoing through an old kitchen at 1 a.m.

He doesn’t know that some songs still hurt.

That some part of me still checks the weather in the city where Matt lives now.

It’s not that I want him back.

I don’t.

But there’s no version of my life where Matt didn’t change me.

Break me.

Shape me.

Burn me and leave me raw.

And that’s the thing about love like that:

You don’t always carry it by choice.

Sometimes, it becomes part of your bloodstream.

A quiet, permanent scar under your skin.

But I’m done bleeding for him.

I’m choosing something soft now.

Something real.

Something that doesn’t ask me to shrink or chase or beg.

Because Milo?

Milo is the kind of love that builds.

He’s patient with the parts of me still healing.

He never made me prove I was over Matt, he just waited until I was ready to be loved right.

And I’m ready now.

This is my happy ending.

Not the one I once begged for.

But the one I fought to become whole enough to receive.

Because the truth is:

A man can have everything, your heart, your loyalty, a home, and still cheat.

Not because you weren’t enough.

But because he never learned how to hold enough inside himself.

Maybe she thinks she won.

Maybe she looks in the mirror and sees a life she took.

But a house built on another woman’s tears never stands.

And one day, that truth will rattle the walls of her quiet mornings, too.

I don’t hate him.

I don’t want revenge.

I’m not jealous anymore.

But I’ll always remember the way it felt when he made me feel like home, then locked the door behind him.

Matt will always be a love I carry.

Not the kind I run back to.

Not the kind that still owns me.

But the kind that lives in the echo of what could’ve been.

And now?

Now I’m learning to let that echo fade.

I stand taller.

I cry less.

And when I look at my future, I don’t flinch.

Because I chose myself.

And then I chose love again.

Not the explosive kind.

Not the kind that ruined me.

But the kind that holds me steady.

The kind that doesn’t ask me to bleed to prove I’m alive.

And finally, finally,

I’m free.

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ANIMAL ATTRACTION

Male Reader x Eddie and Volt

requests: open

warnings: drinking, slightly explicit content

word count: 1.535

a/n: i was listening to animal attraction by she wants revenge on bus and suddenly i was writing fanfiction about a breaker box, im a bit rusty but i tried my best. hope you enjoy! This is mostly centred on Eddie but Volt isn't excluded do not worry.

☆

The neon sign of the Breaker Box buzzed silently, a simple melody you had quickly grown accustomed to. Although a little irritating at first, as you stood in line night after night, it became familiar, inviting even. Despite Dorian warning you about this place, something kept pulling you back in. You were never really the type to go out to bars, unless Sam dragged you along after much convincing, but you couldn't seem to stay away from this place even if you wanted to, couldn't stay away from them.

Anticipation and excitement built up as the line moved closer to the entrance. Eventually you saw Volt peaking his head out of the door, white hair framing his face perfectly as always, the slight electric glow it emanated  giving him an ethereal look. You always got lost in his beauty, and the constrast between him and Eddie, light and dark, perfectly complementing eachother.

Volt's eyes scanned the line until he saw you, lighting up almost instantly and beckoning you over. You hesitated, feeling bad about skipping in line, but obeyed. You found it hard to say no to him, to either of them. Or maybe you just didn't want to. You never went out multiple nights in a row, or drank whiskey sours, or god forbid danced, but they brought out a side of you even you didn't know existed.

"Live wire!" he beamed at you "Why are you waiting in line? There's no need for that," he turned to Wallace, who was the bar's deisgnated bouncer "He comes in whenever he pleases alright?" with a nod from Wallace Volt turned back to you "Come with me," He gently placed a hand on the small of your back, leading you into the dimly lit bar. A shiver ran through you as you felt gentle sparks playing across your skin, a pleasant hum of electricity right where he was touching you. You couldn't help but imagine what else he could do using that trick and a flush quickly spread across your face in embarrassment. Someone like him would never take interest in an outcast like you, you thought, quickly pushing all inappropriate thoughts away.

"You don't want me to wait in line?" you looked up at him with curious eyes, never having experienced such special treatment before.

"Of course not, you are our VIP after all. And not just because you are the only human patron," He smilled down at you and you felt yourself melt under his gaze.

"Then why am i a VIP?" you smilled back at him, trying to compose yourself.

"Always so clueless live wire, its adorable, really," he teased but didn't answer your question further, leaving you only more confused.

The night went on as usual, drinks flowing and perfomers taking to the stage to show off their talents. Johhny Splash got booed off stage yet again, prosmising to come back with a better set, again. Then it was Jean Loo's turn.

You spent most of the night with Volt, but in the back of your mind you couldn't stop wondering where Eddie was. After he let you help him with repairs and reseting the circuit something changed, his demeanor shifted. You could see his cold facade start to crack the more time you spent with him, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't hope to run into him every night you spent at The Breaker Box. And at the same time, you couldn't ignore the way Volt made you feel. You couldn't believe that out of all the objects in your house you caught feelings for the two that you had no chance with, the two that were way out of your league.

You were dancing with Volt when you spotted Eddie. In an instant your body reacted to the sight of him, heart racing and nerves going haywire. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol in your system, but you knew it was a lie. Something about him just made you act a fool, the attraction you felt to him too strong to ignore no matter how hard you tried.

He made his way into the back room, and a very, very bad idea came to you.

You excused yourself to the bathroom and Volt noded, gently taking your hand and kissing the back of it "Thank you for allowing me the chance to have such a handsome dance partner, live wire, I'll be waiting for you at our table." he flashed you the same charming smile and you tried to return it without showing how much he affected you. Your stomach turning into knots at the contact of his lips to your skin, the same pleasant buzz of electricity dancing across your hand. 'Handsome' you smiled to yourself at the compliment as you walked away.

As you neared the bathrooms you glanced behind you, Volt and Bobby Pin were laughing at something Curt said to Rod. Sure that Volt wouldn't see you, you made a left and quickly slid through the door to the back room of the bar. You didn't really know why you were doing this, but you so desperately wanted to see Eddie, after so many days of tension you just couldn't take it anymore, and normally you wouldn't just go up to him like this, but the liquid courage you call one too many of Volt's cocktails was giving you the push you needed.

The room was also dimly lit, although slightly less than the bar, offering more visibility. It looked more like a supply closet than an office, the only distinction being the desk in the corner. Knowing Eddie and his inclination to neglect himself, it didn't surprise you that he'd put his desk here.

Eddie stepped out of the door to the left you hadn't even seen, wipping his hands on a cloth, looking like he'd been working on something. His eyes caught yours and confusion overtook his features "Live wire?" Is everything okay?"

The words seemed to get stuck in your throat as you tried to answer, your heart racing faster than you thought possible "Yeah, yeah everything's fine," You smiled and hoped your face didn't show how nervous you were.

"Then why are you in here?" He put the cloth down on his desk, making his way closer to you, studying you.

You wanted more than anything to reach out to him, trace your fingers across his jaw, run your hands through his hair, get lost in his scent, you couldn't take this anymore, the raw attraction you felt to him too overwhelming.

"I wanted to see you," you confessed.

"And why is that?" he questioned, stepping even closer to you, close enough for you to smell him, the dark woody scent making you swoon. You could see the gears turning in his head, assesing the situation, and no matter how hard you tried, you were easy to read.

"I-" yet again the words were stuck in your throat, Eddie continued to stept closer and closer until he had you caged between him and the wall, a dark look in his eyes.

"Use your words live wire, tell me what you want," the tension in the air was palpable and you were so close to begging him to kiss you.

"I want you," the words came out breathy, almost a whisper, you looked into his eyes, preparing yourself for the rejection "I know, its stupid, all the objects in my house and I fall for the two that are way out of my league-" he cut you off, closing the small distance between you with a searing kiss. You opened your mouth to him and he eagerly accepted, exploring every inch he could and leaving sparks in the wake of every spot he touched. You were helpess to stop the embarrassing noises he drew out from you. Your arms instinctively wraped around his broad shoulders and he took that as an invitation to pull you closer, strong hands gripping your waist.

When he broke the kiss you whined at the loss of his lips, desperate for more "Always so clueless baby, you really thought we wouldn't want you?" he let out a small laugh "We just didn't want to rush you," he ran a hand through the short hairs at the nape of your neck, tugging gently and earning yet another obscene sound from you, once again the familiar warm buzz of electricity being left behind everywhere his hands touched, just like Volt. "We'll be more direct next time,"

"We? As in both you and Volt?" you looked up at him, your brain unable to process what was happening, unwilling to believe they wanted you just like you wanted them.

"If you'll have us" You heard Volt's voice from behind you. Looking over Eddie's shoulder you saw him leaning against the same door Eddie came out of.

"I do, I want you both, please," you whined, every bit of embarrassment long gone, replaced with raw desire for the both of them.

"So good live wire" Eddie teased "Now let us put that mouth to work."

[ghostgirl-22]

art fucking/getting fucked by a random dude and patrick finds out and gets jealous so he also sleeps with the dude as revenge or smth. they both pretend the dude is the other one.

hope you get what i’m trying to say :3

Yes i get it—im with you anon!! They’re so silly. Using this poor guy as a proxy for each other. This is a little bit of a post break up au for you anonnie— hehe.

CW: NSFW MDNI

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Patrick shows up because of course he does. 

He wouldn’t answer a 3 am call for his own siblings but for Art Donaldson apparently he’d still do anything. He rolls down the window to wake himself up but also some part of him hopes the crisp air of the early spring night will bring him to his senses. That he’ll make a u-turn and go back to his apartment and pretend none of this happened. It’s not his fucking problem anymore. He scrolls his phone at the red light. Texts starting around midnight and getting more and more incoherent. Starting with: 

Hey you're in Boston right? I’m in town for this wedding thing— my cousins wedding. 

My aunt was asking about you. 

Remember that bar O’malleys we snuck into when we were 19? I’m here if you wanna stop by.

He’d stared at the messages mildly confused. Unsure of how to feel. All of it so out of the blue. Part of him would believe Art’s phone was stolen if he hadn’t mentioned O’Malley’s. The memories of that place clear as if it was yesterday sneaking in when Art’s cousin worked on shift. Summer nights with live music, dancing with hot 21 year olds, and way too much to drink. The thought of it making him nostalgic. Nostalgia laced with bitterness. After years of no contact then it’s just… hey I’m in your city at a family wedding you weren’t invited to want to get drunk?�� 

He ignores the texts. And every text that follows but as a true masochist he stays up late to watch them come in. Each one drunker and more desperate than the last. They stop around two in the morning and distantly Patrick wonders if he should be worried.  He had to shake himself out of that mindset. Art is a big boy. Art is and adult. Art didn’t choose you. No one did. He’d fallen into a fitful sleep when his phone started buzzing non stop. A call. He almost didn’t pick up, but part of him was so surprised that Art actually had the balls to call him. 

“It’s three in the fucking morning,” he says coolly. 

“Please, Patrick please ‘m at this bar. ‘m really drunk. ‘m sorry to bother you. I just can’t—I can’t— i cant drive— i think I’m gonna be sick.”

Patrick doesn’t realize he’s grinding his teeth until he opens his mouth to take a breath. He can tell that Art’s probably been crying  just from the way he’s breathing. “Stay there. I’ll come get you.”   

He still hates himself as he pulls up to O’Malleys. This Irish pub not far from his sometimes girlfriends place. He and Art had taken the train here plenty of times all those summers they’d spent roaming around downtown Boston when Art would come stay with his Aunt and Patrick would come down from his parents estate on Martha’s Vineyard and stay with him in the city. It feels like it was a different life now. One he can’t believe was his.

The bar is clearly closed, though some patrons are still lingering. Art’s on the outdoor patio furniture talking to some guy. Tall, lanky, bent over… he’s rubbing circles along Art’s back as he takes a sip of whatever clear liquid is in the glass. If he’s smart… its water. 

Patrick actually realizes he’s grinding his teeth this time. “Hey!” He calls out the window. 

Art recognizes his voice but he’s not the only one that looks over to Patrick. Tall and lanky and (somewhat handsome apparently) is staring too, along with a couple of older women sitting on a planter having a cigarette. 

Art makes his apologies to tall and lanky and stumbles towards Patrick’s car. He’s sloppy, messy drunk. Clothes all wrinkled. Hair disheveled. His jacket open, fly half zipped. He gets in and shuts the door weakly behind him. Patrick leans over him and pulls it shut properly before peeling off without a word. 

“‘m sorry,” Art says. “‘m sorry Patrick.” He says again when Patrick doesn’t respond.  And Patrick gets the sense he’s apologizing for more than just tonight. “Thank you for coming. ‘m sorry. ‘Mm so embarassed.” 

“what street does she live off of again?” Patrick asks about his aunt. 

“Please i— i can’t go there. Not like this.”  

Patrick huffs a laugh, incredulous. “well where the fuck do you want me to take you?” 

Art starts to take little shaky breaths like he’s gonna cry. Patrick hates himself. Hates that those sniffles still make him care. Make him feel responsible. “I did something bad. I— i did something really bad.” 

“What did you do, Art? Kill someone?” Patrick mutters dryly.  

“No,” he exclaims quickly. “I uh�� well… i had sex.” 

Patrick grips the steering wheel tighter. “Who fucking cares? You’re a grown up. You’ve had sex before.”

“No… i mean…” he sniffles. “Not… it was sex with… I can’t face her like this… my aunt…s-she wouldn’t understand. God.” He pulls a few condoms from his pocket and drops them into Patricks empty cup holder. “This was a mistake.”

“You think she’s gonna smell it on you and kick you out?”  Patrick glances at Art and he looks miserable. Patrick feels a small twist of sadistic satisfaction somewhere deep down. Maybe he’s not the only one struggling. Then he remembers the way Arts career is taking off and his impotent frustration with him returns even stronger.

“It’s…you know how my aunt is. Really religious. And i let the bartender… i let him fuck me. I let him… god just a fucking stranger he was so nice and funny and his accent was cute and i was really drunk so… i let him…” he’s wiping his nose on his wrists. Eyes all wet. 

“Oh.” Patrick feels this tight bitter lump growing in his throat. His heart rate picking up. He doesn’t say anything for a while. Doesn’t really trust himself to say anything that isn’t gonna come out bitter and desperate. 

His mind returning to the moment he’d pulled up in front of the bar. Art on the patio furniture. The tall lanky somewhat handsome guy massaging his back. Feeding him water. Taking care of him. That stupid guy. That fucking random stranger. Taking it just like that. After years and years of… of what…

Is Patrick admitting it? Admitting it even to himself what he desires. It makes him feel weak. Makes him hate himself even more. Art can push him out. Push him away. Take Tashi’s side. So easy and so cold. Knowing how much Patrick loved liked her. Knowing how much Patrick loved him. No words. No apologies. Just this out of the fucking blue. And now he’s fucked some guy. Giving a stranger what should have been Patrick’s. Giving him what Patrick fucking deserves especially after all Art has put him through.

“I’m so fucking embarrassing. I know its… I’m not even into guys I just. I’m so… i don’t know why i did it… ” Art sniffles quietly. “Can you stop, please? I think I’m really gonna be sick.”

Patrick pulls over on the side of the road. Watching Art bend over a public trash can. He should be glad Arts having this reaction to it but his own stomach is twisting into knots. His chest aches and the lump in his throat is so large it's difficult to swallow.

All those touches between them that lingered too long… all the times Art would self consciously push Patrick away whenever other people were around. The lie he told Tashi.  “No, no, nothing… is that surprising?” 

And Patrick let him lie. Even backed him up. Because sharing clothes, crawling into the same bed, sleeping tangled up with each other, wet dreams. Touching themselves in the same bed, sitting too close together, hearts racing when they finish, filling the awkward space with heightened giggles. Dumb secrets. It was all just nothing.

And yet even now, Patrick knows he’s gonna cave. That he’ll bring Art back to his shitty one bedroom. Let him sleep it off.

“I don’t know why i did it…” is all Art can say. Head resting on the car window, street lights flash across his body, illuminating his tear streaked face as they drive home. “You’re not gonna say anything?”

Patrick is burning up inside. More than usual. Teeth grinding in a way that kinda hurts. This hurts but he’s not going to admit that. “Was it the guy giving you water?”

Art sniffles. “Um… yeah. Justin um… Fuck.” He laughs but theres no mirth in it. “I don’t even know his last name.”   

Patrick bites his tongue to stop himself from saying what he wants to say. Things that will make Art hurt as much as him. Maybe more. “So you dont like guys… but you like Justin no last name?” Patrick says quietly. He hopes he sounds as even and uncaring to Art as he’s trying to be.

”I know you don’t believe me.” He lifts his head and rolls the window down. “It was a mistake. I’ve never— I swear I’ve never done that before. I had too much to drink.” 

They get home and Patrick lets him upstairs. The place is bland, undecorated. Patrick’s barely affording the $900 a month as is. His furniture all comes from ikea or its makeshift. Art doesn’t ask any questions, he just uses the bathroom and plops down on Patrick’s sofa. Thankfully before Patrick says anything because Patrick is pathetic enough he probably would have let him have the bed. 

“I can be out of your hair in the morning,” He promises when Patrick comes back with a flimsy blanket. He curls up and Patrick hears him snoring not too long later. Patrick’s in his bedroom looking at the blank wall. at the blinking red dots in the center of his digital clock radio. Almost 5 in the morning. He can’t stop thinking about it. 

I let him fuck me. I let him fuck me.

Patrick can see the guys face so clearly in his head and he’s furious. He’s been to O’malleys enough times. He’s been served by Justin. Never bothered to learn his fucking name. 

He eases his hand into his sweats. He’s so hard it’s embarrassing. He jerks himself off. Cursing Justin. Cursing Art. Cursing the idea of them pressed up against each other in a messy bar bathroom. Justin fucking into him— his dumb voice getting pitchy. Maybe he’s whining asking Justin to take it slow cause he’s never had sex with a man before. Patrick would’ve taken it slow. Patrick would’ve kissed his throat, nibbled hickies so everyone at the wedding would know what Art did last night. So he’d have to tell his aunt some kinda lie. Patrick squeezes a little tighter. So horny he doesn’t even have the patience to spit in his hand to help the chafing.

Maybe Justins big. Maybe he’s huge. Maybe he’s got a bigger fucking dick than Patrick does. Maybe he made Art moan for it. Act like a slut for it. Blue eyes rolling back because of how good it feels. Then all at once Patrick’s coming. Its been less than a minute and he’s breathless against his blanket. After all this fucking time.

Fuck this. Fuck him. 

Art does leave the next morning (closer to afternoon) as he promised. Makes it to the wedding on time.

*

Justin is working again tonight at O’Malleys. Hes a real friendly guy. Tall, handsome and flirtatious. Patrick’s been flirting with him for an hour now. Justin seems to like his company. Eyes lingering on his smile, his body.

“That one’s on the house,” he says, in his regrettably sexy Irish lilt.

“Oh thats nice of you, how will i ever repay the favor,” Patrick says, raising his shotglass with a smirk before swallowing it down.

Justin grins, “I can think of a few ways.” 

Patrick leans forward on the bar. “What times your break?”

*

The drinks are stronger than he anticipated. He feels it all when they’re in the small space of the backseat of Patrick’s jeep and he’s fumbling with a lubricated condom. 

He’s trying to be cool and sexy and just like the hottest fuck of this guys life. Wants to make himself forget all about Art but hes so buzzed he feels a little dizzy. 

“Those shots taste delicious, huh?” Justin teases. Patrick wonders if the accent is what made Art fall for him. Or is it his hair? (Full head of thick dark hair). Or his hands? he’s got big hands but Patrick thinks his are bigger. Maybe it was the kiss?  (It was… fine… he’s fine… but Patrick still doesn’t understand what makes him so fucking special). 

He manages to roll the condom on before he grabs at Justin's jeans and makes quick work of getting them down so he can see what he’s working with. Boxer briefs, like what Art started to wear shortly before he left for Stanford. 

Of course. Of course. 

Patrick can see Art in briefs just like this. 

Rolling in dizziness of the alcohol, his heart pounding in his ears Patrick bends him over. He’s imagining Art doing this. On his hands and knees in the backseat, sliding the briefs down. Imagining Art wiggling for him as he grabs him by the waist… slides his dick between the crevice of his ass cheeks. 

“Mm your so ready for me, aren't you?” Patrick sighs and there's a soft answering moan.

God. Art was just like this. Slutty waist bent in half. Perfect little ass. Presenting for him. For him. Patrick can’t wait another minute, he grabs him by the waist and presses himself inside. 

Oh. Oh god.

It’s so tight.

So virgin fucking tight, the heated ring of muscles practically choking his dick. “Fuck yes, oh so tight for me Art. I can barely fit… fuck.” He hums. “Gonna open you up… make it easier to take. I promise.”

“Mm it’s cause I don’t usually bottom… but you’re so hot I couldn’t resist… should’ve known you’d be massive.” The voice shocks Patrick back to reality. He’s not Art. But Art did this. Art bent over like this. His Art. Just like this.

Patrick takes his time rocking into him. Heartbeat in his ears, sliding in and out. His body starts to relax… accommodating the size. The whole time Patrick’s brain keeps imagining that Art felt this tight. That Art moaned just like this. That Art began to push back as he got used to it… just like this and before long Patrick isn’t sure what’s in his head and what’s real… but he knows the word mine keeps slipping from his mouth. Distantly Patrick is aware but he can’t stop. Can’t slow down. Art beneath him. Art whining and moaning like a…

“That’s right… take it you fucking slut.” Patrick hisses. “On top of everything else who knew you were a slut? Taking anything, anyone. Fuck you. You don’t even fucking deserve this.” He’s grunting, the pace of his hips rapid as he chases his own pleasure. Fingers gripping tight enough to bruise. The car rocking gently with the force of it.  Patrick feels it… slowly building and then its all of a sudden. “Oh shit,” he grabs hold of Art’s cock and starts to jerk him. “Fuck… oh fuck, Art… I’m gonna—“  He cuts himself off with a loud groan, filling the condom up. He keeps jerking him off… a few more rough strokes and he’s shocked back into reality again when Justin grunts out his own orgasm and Patrick sits back feeling dizzy and mildly unsettled. 

”Fuck,” Justin gasps. As they both breathlessly try to put themselves back together. “You can’t possibly be the Patrick.” 

“What’s that mean?” Patrick squints, tying off the condom and shoving it into an old grocery bag that’s become his makeshift trash bag. 

“Last night I met this guy, a blond, who claimed he was waiting on his friend, Patrick. Except he never showed up… and I felt a little bad cause he seemed lonely.” (Patrick almost feels bad for that… almost). Justin wiggles his hips, lifting his jeans up over his ass. “I thought he was really cute… so I might have made a few too many mixed drinks for him, on the house. I thought I was cheering him up… getting him to smile. Long story short we ended up going outside for a cigarette and that turned into sex up against the wall of the alleyway, with one of these that I’d grabbed from the bowl behind the till…” he picks up the condom wrapper and tosses it into the makeshift trash bag.  “and the whole time he’s calling me Patrick. Telling me how much he thought about me. How sorry he is. How bad he wanted me to fuck him. How much he just needed to feel it.” 

Patrick’s eyebrows fly up towards his hairline. 

“So I just go with it… I’m thinking who fucking cares… let the poor cute guy call me by his exes name. But then the next night here you come…  calling me by one of the most unique names I’ve ever heard and it just so happens to be… last nights boy toys name. Art. He’s a tennis player, ring a bell?”

Patrick can’t help smirking. “What else did he say about me?”

”Well afterwards he broke down in tears and I was trying to calm him down and… did you… it was you… last night in the car.”

“I did pick him up.” Patrick admits.

“Oh fuck, I’m… did he tell you about me?”

Patrick shrugs and Justin grins. “He told you and you came to find me. Well don’t I feel fuckin special.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Patrick says, lightly. 

“No I’m sure it has nothing to do with me… but do you need a third? Cause, holy fuck I’ll be honest, after being dicked down like that by an ex… I’d sit in a bar by myself and get drunk enough to cry too.” 

That actually makes Patrick laugh. 

Justin leaves shortly after to finish his shift. “I wouldn’t drive tonight if I were you, maybe call your ex,” he smirks before getting out and leaving Patrick alone.  

It’s perfect actually. Patrick texts Art, time for you to return the favor.

*

It’s after Art’s snuck him into his aunts house at 1 in the morning that Patrick explains himself (“By the way I fucked that bar tender… the one you let fuck you last night. he told me all about what you really wanted.”) And Art, who’s gone all cherry red and incredulous, doesn’t protest for very long after Patrick gets his mouth on him. And in the familiar room they shared during high school summers, with Art’s religious aunt just a few bedrooms away, they’re all over each other in the race to each make the other forget all about Justin.

[killishin]

JEALOUS

pairing : damian x reader

warning : some jealousy

category : fluff

author's note : okay my exams are over ( for now ) and im writing after like a year so if there's any mistakes , forgive me. Also first time writing damian , or any dc chara so sorry if there's anything wrong. enjoy :)

parties , gathering were never your place and neither his. the league had decided to have a gathering of all heroes and as much as you would rather be in your room sleeping , there's free food here.

that's the reason you tell everyone.

If you were being honest , you still weren't gonna come but a certain recent argument with Damian , your oh so understanding boyfriend , had you in a mood of mischief. You wanted to do something to annoy him , as childish as it sounds for someone who has the status of hero , you just had to.

Initially both of you had decided not to go but then just today morning you told him you were going. you laugh when you remember the disbelief that was on his face.

" Fine. Go. " was all he said back then and you thought that would be it. He would be sulking away in his own solitude.

But he came , with that same brooding face which for a moment melted away when he met your eyes , when he saw you looking absolutely gorgeous , but it was quickly replaced by a scowl when he saw you smirking.

You knew how much he hated crowds so having him go through one was utmost peak revenge.

( he has a huge soft spot for you but he wasn't gonna concede so easily. )

He saw you the whole night talking away , laughing with your friends and the strangers that approached you. He saw how everyone hung onto every word you said and get lost in the spark in your eyes , just like he did.

" Trouble in paradise?" Jon said and smirked when Damian ignored him. Jon saw how he was glaring daggers on the people talking to you.

It was simply comical to him how big of a hold you have on Damian. So he decided to just tease. just a little.

" Oh boy did you see the way the guy laughed?? He's totally trying on her. Is it just me or is he inching towards her?? Man you gotta do something or he'll take awa-"

And that was enough to set off Damian as put down his glass on the bar and went striding off to where you were , leaving Jon smirking wide.

You were enjoying your conversation with the new people you met , but you can't lie it was getting tiring now. Your social battery was running out and maybe right now all you need is a quiet corner and him. Just the bliss of his presence.

And thankfully, you were rescued.

Damian came right in the middle of the conversation, put his hand on your lower back gently before looking at everyone else with his usual glare, although you swear you could see the anger in his eyes.

" I apologise but we need to be somewhere. " He said and started directing you away from the crowd but he stopped in between and glanced back at the guy who was hitting on you.

" Back off , 's all I'll say." His voice held a warning that only an idiot would miss and your eyes slightly widened at his outburst.

But when your eyes met with Jon who was reeling from the scenario , you joined the dots.

( OH JACKPOT )

Damian directed you in a quiet corner outside , away from prying eyes and voices. He let go of you and looked off in a distance , his brows furrowed and his upset eyes looking anywhere else but you.

maybe this was too much.

You realised in your childishness you may have actually upset your man.

You gently pulled him by his arm and made him look at you. It was like a little angry puppy looking at you and you could just die from the cuteness aggression.

" Are you mad at me?" you asked with a small smile. He scoffed and looked away again.

" No why would i be?"

" Cause you were jealous."

" I was not. "

" I never took you for the jealous type you know."

" I said i was not jealous."

You laughed and gently held his face in your hands. aww now he really looks like a puppy.

" I'm sorry if i upset you. It wasn't my intention to make you jealous."

" But it was your intention to come to the party."

" That. "

You laughed guiltily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" Okay yeah obviously that was my intention. But you weren't talking to me at all during missions , and it just made me a bit.... annoyed. So i had to do something to make you talk." you justified, knowing you could have just maturely had a conversation with him about the argument in private.

" ....And annoy you."

you looked down in guilt but then you heard him laughing heartily. You looked up in surprise. The sight not only rare , but it melts you away. It was the most cutest thing ever , the way his face lit up , the way his lips stay in a beautiful smile.

He took a hold of your chin and pulled you close.

" If you wanted attention, "

He kissed your lips slow , his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands went from your chin to your hips , pulling you even more close. You could sense the hint of sass coming as he teased you by gently nibbling on your lower lip. He pulled away , looking at your lips , then your eyes and that shit eating grin on his face.

" You could have just asked. "

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[suempu]

SOO

i have kabru on my mind and he will NOT get out 💔

all im thinking is quietly fooling around in the dungeon while his party is around you sleeping 🤭

- 🌟

-> omg im so sorry this took so long to upload!!!

-> as always, gn reader. suggestive content

a quiet whine escapes from the back of kabru’s throat, his hand gripping your shirt in an attempt to restrain himself.

you laugh, peppering kisses against the spot on his neck, purple marks littering his soft brown skin from your assault.

“you’re so cute.” snickering, you bite your lip trailing your fingers towards the button of his collar, humming while moving it aside to expose more skin.

“we’re gonna get caught, you idiot!” he whispers, slightly trembling. “i don’t want anyone to see me like this!”

you lean up to his face, tightening your legs that was wrapped around his hips as you straddle him. “well, of course we’re gonna get caught if you keep screaming like that.”

he scrunches his brows and looks at you incredulously, “i am not screaming!”

“you so are.” you huff before taking a small bite of his shoulder.

“i am n—! nghh mmh…!” kabru whimpers, face flushed with embarrassment, mouth clamped tight to keep his voice in while his hips unconsciously buck up into yours.

“oh yeah, you like that?” you grin smugly, whispering into his ear. “you like knowing that the party might possibly hear you? oh, fearless leader?”

kabru hums out a weak moan, his eyes close with furrowed brows as he bites his lip. his hand comes from the back of your neck to hold you still as he suddenly lowers his mouth to lay claim on your skin.

his tongue sticks out to lick you before his lips wraps around the space for him to suckle at, causing you to grab on to him in surprise.

“oh…” you moan, eyes becoming droopy as goosebumps rise from your skin, the tingly feeling making arousal spark up and pool in your lower half.

you lightly grind down into his body, kabru moaning in response before he gives you a small bite for revenge.

he’s breathless when he pulls away, lips glossy with spit and you know there’s some slight stickiness to the spot where he just bit.

“we need to stop.” he pants out, looking at you with lidded eyes, fingers gripping at your waist.

“do you really want to though?” you whisper.

he frowns, almost pouting. “…but the others.” its clear that he wants this as much as you do, but his duty and responsibility as the leader makes it hard for him to agree.

“let’s go for a walk then.”

he sighs, “walk? at this hour?” glancing up, he eyes the playful glint in your eyes and immediately catches on.

“you can still walk with a hard on, right?”

kabru immediately protests, “of course i can.”

“then let’s go on a midnight stroll and… yeah. y’know?”

he rolls his eyes, head falling on to your shoulder with a groan. “fuck. okay, let’s go.”

you giggle before sneaking off from your group that was fast asleep, hushed murmurs and teasing touches exchanged all the way.

[narcjsistx]

Hiii😋. I had this small idea of maybe an insecure Izana x gf reader. Maybe he is doubting her love all not knowing she is extremely touchstarved and would practically do anything for him. He is her first boyfriend and all and she aint gonna let him go by the long run. Already has a life planned with him in head.

Got inspired by a tiktok audio 😭. Heres a little scenario..

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Izana: Tries to break up with her because thinks she deserves someone better.

Everyone pauses as he says the words.

Y/n: Pauses midway as she was about to drag him out for their date. She looks at him wide eyed, her smile faltered a bit before returning back. What?...

Izana: You and me are over!

Y/n: Izana, did i do something wrong....?

Izana: I dont want to be with you anymore. You and me are over!

Y/n: ...You and me will never be over!!. Pulls out a gun and points it at him.

Tenjiku just watching it happen. Izana just stares bamboozled.

Y/n: You hear me. you my man!! And till death do us part. Looks at him now frowning , the soft aura around her gone.

Izana: We aren't even married- Yet

Y/n: You my what !!?. She interrupted him and points gun at him.

Izana: Im your man...

Y/n: Until when!!?

Izana: Till death do us part...whispers quietly.

Y/n: Puts the gun away and gentle cuddly aura comes back. Izana lets go on our date now. And Reminder, im never letting you go, i love you and i dont plan on stopping.

Izana just trying to process what happened.

GUYS HELP, out of curiosity I started wind breaker (tokyo revengers always superior without a doubt) and I strangely liked it to the point of developing a small obsession for Suo... I was even thinking of opening requests to the anime characters too. Anyway, thanks for the request!

— Where do you think you're going?

Izana sat on the park bench, hands in his jacket pockets as he stared hard at the ground beneath him. The sun was setting, turning the sky orange and pink. The autumn leaves fluttered lightly around him, and the noise of the city in the distance was muffled by the soft rustle of dry leaves under his feet. Despite the beauty of the moment, his heart was heavy, gripped by thoughts that he couldn't shake. He had always had a strong personality since he was a child, however, lately he had been feeling a little weak. This annoyed him

He was 18, but he felt like a scared child faced with something too big for him. He had spent the last few weeks reflecting on his relationship with Y/n, a girl of only 16 who seemed to have everything under control when it came to the two of them. She was confident, determined, and loved him with a passion he couldn't quite understand. When he first met her, he was struck by her energy and infectious laugh. She was like a ray of sunshine in his life, a light that illuminated every dark corner of his heart. But the more time passed, the more Izana felt overwhelmed by that feeling. He couldn't shake the idea that, sooner or later, he would get tired of her, that their story would end in an emotional catastrophe

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't immediately notice Y/n approaching. She walked as light as a ghost, her footsteps almost imperceptible on the gravel path. When she finally saw him, sitting there, still as a statue, her heart filled with joy. It must be said that the girl also had a rather particular behavior: she had just come out of a toxic relationship when she met Izana, and the more the two became fond of each other, the more her crush turned into an suffocating obsession

"Izana!" she called softly, sitting next to him. He felt a slight shiver run down his spine at the sound of her voice. She was so sweet, so confident. How could she be so sure of them when he constantly felt on the edge of a precipice?. Y/n watched him carefully, immediately sensing that something was wrong. She had learned to read every little nuance of his expressions, every little change in his tone of voice. She loved him so much that every turmoil he had became hers too

"Everything is fine?" she asked, moving closer to him and intertwining her fingers with his. Izana looked down at their joined hands: hers were larger, robust, while her fingers were thin and delicate "Are you already thinking about our future children? One will be called Yukiko, I warn you" says the girl giggling, resting her head on her boyfriend's shoulder "Yeah, everything's fine" he lied, knowing she wouldn't believe it for a second

“Izana, you don't have to lie to me” Y/n said, her tone firmer "If there's anything bothering you, you can tell me. We're a team, remember?". A team. Those words hit Izana like a punch in the stomach. She saw him as part of a team, as half of a whole. But he felt alone, as if he couldn't bear the weight of that relationship alone

“Y/n, I... I don't know how to tell you” he began searching for the right words. But how could he tell her that he was scared of what he felt? That he feared he wasn't enough, that he couldn't keep the promises she expected? Damn, for 18 years he had never had any character problems, he had even killed someone as a child! Why had he become a fucking wimp with this girl?

She looked at him with eyes full of concern, but also of unconditional love "Izana, whatever it is, we can face it together" she told him, squeezing his hand even tighter "I love you, and nothing will change that". Those words pierced his heart, she said them so easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But for him, love was something complex, a labyrinth in which he was lost right now. Izana felt the lump in her throat tighten even more. How could she be so sure? How could she love him so much, when he couldn't even love himself enough?

Y/n occupied his every thought, every breath, and he didn't know if the feeling was a blessing or a curse. Despite his doubts, he couldn't say no to her. She was his weakness and he hated himself for it. Izana felt her body tense for a moment, but then his arms automatically moved to hold her close. It was a familiar gesture, one he had done a thousand times before, but this time it was a little bit different. Y/n was completely obsessed with him, she loved him with an intensity that scared him. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw a normal boy, full of flaws, and he couldn't understand how he could be the object of so much love from that pretty, and a few bratty, girl

Izana took her hands, noticing how cold and shaking they were "I... I don't know how to tell you, but I've been having a lot of doubts about us lately." Y/n stared at him, panic starting to rise within her "D-doubts? What kind of doubts?" her heart tightened in her chest, the fear she had always tried to stifle now making its way inside her “I'm not sure I'm the right person for you" Izana said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I don't know if I can be what you need, and I'm afraid I'll end up hurting you” Izana's words hit Y/n like a slap in the face, she felt the world collapsing around her and damned jealousy was eating her mercilessly "Izana, what are you saying?" she asked, desperately trying to hold back tears “I love you! Don't you understand? There's no one I want more than you. No one!”

Y/n clung to him, hands gripping his jacket as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded in reality “You will never disappoint me, Izana. Don't you understand that all I want is you?” Izana felt her heart break when she saw how desperate she was. His fear of hurting her was materializing right before his eyes "Y/n, I don't want to make you suffer" he said, his voice cracking with emotion "But I can't continue like this. I can't live with the constant fear that one day I'll hurt you"

Y/n shook her head, tears starting to fall down her cheeks "Izana, please don't do this. I'll be better, I won't ask you for anything anymore. Just stay with me!" the boy lowered his gaze "I... I need time" he said finally, withdrawing slightly from his embrace "I don't know what to do, but I can't give you false hopes". Y/n looked at him, heartbroken. Every word that came out of his mouth was like a stab. "Time? Izana, I don't need time, I need you! And you, damn it, you need me!" the girl shouts with a strength dictated only by jealousy and pure obsession

Izana no longer knew how to react, he turned around, unable to bear the weight of his gaze "Maybe you should go..." he advised, but the grip on his jacket only became stronger "I won't leave until you tell me that you love me and I'm everything for you! Do you really want to see Kakucho again or should I make him disappear for blackmail?" says the girl. Izana knew very well that she wasn't joking, she was capable of doing it and even doing worse, killing him if necessary

"Stop being a brat" says the boy trying to take her hands off his jacket, but the girl's well-groomed hands end up on his cheeks, forcing him to look her straight in the eyes "Izana, don't say these things... spouses they always have to give their best for each other, you know? I know you know, you're just confused, love" says the girl obsessively. The main problem is that Izana's weakness was precisely seeing her in these conditions, otherwise he would have already taken her off in a short time

"I hate you" the boy says, sighing, and then puts his hands on the girl's hips. Y/n relaxes her nerves, smiling at the boy "Say what I told you to say" she says loosening her grip on his face "I love you and you are everything for me" says the boy, wondering if his words are 100% sincere

The girl breaks away from him, gently resting her head on his chest. She was enormously satisfied with having made him the victim, she loved seeing him so weak for her "I love you and it will always be like this" the girl says, and Izana just runs a hand up and down her back to reassure her

[bloodydeanwinchester]

Hej |˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ

Can I ask a possibly dumb question about Supernatural?

You see I haven't actually watched the show, I'm just on tumblr and ao3 enjoying people ramble about the good bits of the story and one quite common theme of fix-it fics for the episode that shan't be named is Dean retiring (more or less willingly, usually with Cas) while Sam and Eileen keep hunting. And I've been wondering why is that, considering Dean is generally the hunting guy, meanwhile Sam is the one that wanted to and actually got out (twice?).

My apologies if I'm bothering you about something that should have been obvious (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

Have a nice day 🌻

hi! no worries, it's not a bother at all! i always appreciate it when someone sends an ask with a question like this in a genuinely curious and nice way (rather than some i get where people just tell me how im wrong). also apologizing in advance because im pretty sure this is gonna get a little long

now having not watched the show before, i can totally see where you would have gotten this idea that dean is the one who wants to be a hunter and sam is the one who wants to get out. it's a pretty common fanon belief but im honestly not sure why so many people believe it. maybe because in the pilot dean is the one who is hunting and comes to stanford to pull sam out of his "normal" life back into hunting? or it could be because dean says at least a few times that he wants to go out in a blaze of glory? whatever the reasoning, it's simply not true!

one thing we learn over the course of the show is that dean, especially in the earlier seasons, is putting on a performance of who he thinks he supposed to be, who others expect him to be. so i think the only reason that dean is "the hunting guy" is because he has spent a lot of his life being that guy for his father and/or his brother. his dad raised him to be a weapon so dean became a weapon. he was told that his job was to protect sammy so he did everything he could to protect sammy. and as for sam wanting to have a normal life, i think there's a pretty good argument that he at least partly wanted that because it wasn't what his father wanted. and sam spent most of his life right up until john died fighting with him. not hunting and instead going to school was sam's rebellion against their father.

and there's also a lot of people who believe that "dean dragged sam back into hunting" in season 1 but if you watch the pilot you'll see dean wants sam to stay to help him look for their dad. but when sam refuses, dean brings him back to stanford. it isn't until jess is murdered and sam sets off on his quest for revenge that sam leaves stanford for good. and the only times that sam ever actually gets out of hunting after stanford was when he was grieving losing dean in season 8 and post series. i doubt sam would have stopped hunting in either of those instances had dean still been alive.

i could be wrong about this, but i'm not sure we ever see sam express a desire to get out of hunting after season 1? in season 2 he really dedicates himself to hunting out of some mixture of grief over their father's death and guilt at having spent so much of their time together fighting. and in season 4 we see sam say that he doesn't want to go back to their old lives. season 5 we see sam express that the apple pie life isn't what he wants anymore. while in the same episode dean seems to be saying that maybe he does want it (middle two gifs).

and as for dean, as early as 1x06 we see that maybe this isn't really the life he wanted after all. when the shapeshifter becomes dean (and as a result is able to see into his thoughts) he tells sam:

in contrast to sam leaning into hunting after their father dies, in season 2 we really start to see dean show that he wants to get out:

2x09 dean says he's tired of the job/life/weight on his shoulders.

2x10 dean expresses that he's sick of the job and being a hunter wasn't his destiny (because he doesn't believe in destiny).

2x20 dean's djinn dream is a world where he got to have a normal childhood and a life where he never became a hunter. and even though the dream has its issues, he ultimately only leaves because he's figured out it's all a lie:

and throughout the series there are lots of moments where dean says he wants a family/wants to get out but doesn't think he'll ever get to or where he criticizes the way their dad raised them as hunters. and in 13x23 he says that if the world was safe he would want to retire.

i have less examples that come to mind from the later seasons cause it's been a while since i've watched them, but i think there's plenty of evidence throughout the series to support the idea that post series dean would retire with cas and sam would keep hunting with eileen.

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors

Co-captain

AN: I completely forgot about this… im sorry but we’re almost done with season 1… after two years…Also this is an x reader, yes i put Bonnie Bennett because she’s the only witchy character i know but this story doesn’t have any kind of physical characteristics mentioned that i can think of.

Derek hale masterlist

After the fiasco at the hospital you and stiles decided the best option would be heading to the school to update Scott, you were still pretty upset at everything that happened but you were more in control of your emotions now which you were happy about. "I'm gonna stay in the car, while you go tell Scott." You told stiles as he pulled into the school parking lot. Stiles looked at you with wide eyes, he really didn't want to leave you alone and you were thankful for that but you needed to regulate your thoughts. "I'll be fine, I promise" you said, trying to convince him. Stiles nodded "yeah okay, well just uh, just stay here till i get back and I'll take you home" he said, as he exited the car. Stiles closed the door and began sprinting towards the lacrosse field, making you let out a small laugh.

You sat alone with your thoughts and your mind raced. Why would Derek leave you like that? Better yet, why would he leave you from Peter after he killed his sister. You didn't understand, but if you knew one thing, it's that next time you see Peter you'd put up a bigger fight. After all that was the second time he'd knocked you unconscious.

Derek was starting to become a man you didn't know, you knew his thirst for revenge was strong but there seemed to be something more than that. A thirst for something else but you didn't know what. But you did know Derek wouldn't just forgive Peter after all he's done.

You didn't realize how long you had been caught up in your head until Stiles re-entered the jeep. "You okay?" He asked out of breath. You nodded absentmindedly, "they were here with Scott in the locker room, left right before i got there." He said cautiously. Again you nodded, not really sure what to think, maybe your brain was still foggy from being knocked against the wall. "Just take me home, please" you asked, feeling defeated. Stiles frowned, nodding before putting the car in drive and pulling off.

——— time skip

The next morning you woke up to the sound of the front door creaking open, your senses were usually on high alert but last night took a toll on your body and put you in a deep sleep after having to heal your body for such a long time. You being somewhat of a different kind of werewolf than Derek had your pros and cons. One con, you needed more time to heal.

You quietly as you could snuck out of the room and looked over the side railing, letting out a relieved breath when you made eye contact with Derek. But just as quickly as the relief came it left, rolling your eyes you moved to get dressed "y/n" Derek said quickly following after you. "Not right now Derek I'm not really in the mood" you said not even bothering to turn around to look at him. Derek grabbed your wrist pulling you to a stop and turning you toward him. "Babe please just-"

"No I won't hear you out. I went there last night, for you! I was knocked unconscious and woke up to my brother telling me that my so-called 'boyfriend' left with his psycho uncle leaving me weak, feeble and alone" you shouted at him. You were rightfully upset, and Derek knew that, the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. He looked down to where his hand held your wrist and sighed. Your anger didn't subside, but it did shift into sadness "what if i was attacked, what if something else happened last night and I couldn't protect myself let alone stiles. I was weak and i needed my boyfriend and you weren't there" You said, your chin twitching as you held back tears

Derek looked completely ashamed as he should, but it didn't make you feel any better. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, hesitant to let those words slip past your lips. You inhaled quickly before pulling your arm out of his hand "Derek i think we should take a break" you said quietly, unable to look at him. You couldn't see the hurt on his face because you knew you'd change your mind. "Y/n you don't have to do this we can work it out" he pleaded. You shook your head, "it isn't something we need to, it's something you need to. You've changed, you're not the man I fell in love with. You're hungry for something and I don't know what it is, you won't tell me and it's scaring me" you admitted, finally looking up at him. Derek was good at hiding his emotions, but even without your heightened senses you could tell he was hurt by what you said.

You felt a pang in your heart because it wasn’t your intention to hurt him. You just knew the two of you needed some time apart, and you also knew Derek would respect it even if it hurt him to accept it. So after a long pause of just staring at each other, he nodded. You pulled away from him, making your way to the place where you kept your clothes. “I’m gonna move in with the stilinskis for the time being” you told him. You weren't sure why but it felt right. Derek nodded again, not sure what to do other than stand there as you packed your things.

“With stiles? Why stiles?” He asked exasperatedly

you sighed “because technically he and Noah one of the only living relatives i have left and Alan and i still aren’t on that great of terms”

——- time skip——

It took a while for you to get settled into the room stiles and Noah offered you, it was nicely sized and completely blank for you to in the words of Noah ‘change and decorate to your liking’.

You didn’t have much to start with at the moment but you had a bed and a house that wasn't illegally running water and electricity. You sighed, as you exited your room on your way downstairs to thank stiles and Noah again for allowing you into their home, only to find stiles right in front of you about to go downstairs too, “hey you settling in okay?” He asked, continuing on his way. You nodded following after him “yep, it's nice to have everything around you not be covered in ash” you joked lightly. “Yeah, i never understood why you lived in that dump anyway” stiles shrugged walking down the stairs, you scoffed “hay just because were broken up doesn’t mean you can insult the house okay? It has sentimental value” you lightly defended. Stiles dramatically rolled his eyes in usual stiles manner. He rushed to the refrigerator grabbing the milk out of it letting out a laugh in what seemed to be victory.

You raised your eyebrow, before turning to Noah sitting at the table. “Whacha doin?” You asked him. He lifted looked over towards you and presumably stiles before sighing. “Work” he answered, returning his attention to the papers scattered in front of him. “Anything i can help with” stiles asked with a smile. You rolled your eyes, moving to sit it's like two laser beams at the table across from Noah. “Y’know if you poured me an ounce of whiskey that’d be awfully nice” Noah said, not taking his eyes off the papers. You raised your eyebrows “that bad huh?” You asked, and Noah grunted. Stiles stepped fully into the room with a glass and a bottle of whiskey. “Any leads” stiles reached for the paper but before he could grab any Noah flicked his hand with a pen. “You know i cant discuss that with you” Noah said.

Stiles rolled his eyes grabbing the bottle of whiskey pouring some into the glass after Noah told him not to put too much. He poured about an ounce before pausing, looking over to you and you knew exactly what he was thinking. You subtly shook your head no but he started pouring again filling the glass over half way. You glared at him and he shrugged “okay, there ya go dad” he said handing Noah the glass. “Thanks, bottoms up” he said, downing the whole glass without any reaction.

You looked at him in shock before quickly covering it up, “so what’s happening, we wont tell anyone” you said. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help yourself, even when stiles gave you a ‘so its okay when you do it?’ Look. You shrugged in return, pausing when Noah started talking and immediately mentioned derek. “You Derek hale would be a whole hale of a lot-“ he started but paused, “hale of a lot” he repeated. Yeah that whiskey hit him hard and fast. “Hell of a lot?” Stiles impatiently corrected. “Hell” Noah repeated giving stiles a thumbs up.

“He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get a good picture of him,” he said. You frowned in confusion “how do you not have a picture of him?” Stiles asked, reading your mind. Derek had been in the system more times than you’d like to admit, but to be fair 99% of the time he was innocent.

“It's the weirdest thing it's like every time it ray to get a mugshot it's like two laser beams were pointing at the camera” he said showing stiles the picture, immediately it clicked in your head, ‘he was using his eyes’ you told yourself. “Nice” stiles said inspecting the picture before laying it down.

Noah groaned, stretching “oh my god, that ounce hit me like a brick” he said rubbing his face. ”Maybe because it was a little more than an ounce” you muttered, knowing that stiles heard you but Noah was too drunk to be aware. Stiles sent you a glare hoping you’ll take the hint and shut up.

You had a feeling this conversation was going to take an unexpected turn so you excused yourself by giving them one last thank you and went back to your room.

You plopped down on your bed staring at the ceiling deep in thought. You couldn’t believe you’d broken up with Derek, well it wasn’t a break up more so a break… from each other? Time for Derek to figure himself and his priorities out.

You were consumed with confusion when you all of a sudden heard the front door slam followed by someone (most likely stiles) hastily pulled out of the driveway making you frown in confusion. ‘Where the hell was he going in such a rush and why didn’t he say anything to me’.

You waited up for about an hour for Stiles to return home, sending him messages and calling his phone, you even sent a message to Scott and still nobody answered, which was unusual for both of them.

You paced your room, anxiety through the roof. You’re supposed to be a protector. You’re supposed to protect your people. Your thoughts were interrupted when you got a call. You rushed to your phone hoping it was stiles or Scott, you were caught off guard when you saw deatons name flash across your screen.You answered with confusion “y/n i know this call is unexpected. But you might wanna get to the clinic, Scott was shot.” he said. Your eyebrows furrowed “If he was shot then he should heal”. Deaton sighed before replying “I'm afraid it wasn't a regular bullet”

The realization suddenly hit you. “Wolfsbane”

[strniohoeee]

Voracious

Pairings: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis: Matt has this weird obsession with being a predator and Y/N being a prey, but will she fall for it….

Warnings⚠️: ERMMM…..this is juicy smut so if you’re a child go to bed thank youuuuu. There’s spit, manhandling, use of the word slut, face smacking, throat grabbing, feral Matt….i feel like that’s it but bitch this was DIRTY😏

Song of the chapter: Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact⚠️

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I want to fucking tear you apart

Matt had this weird obsession with wanting to chase me around a wooded area like I was his prey. At first I humored him a little bit, laughing at this crazy idea, but when it wouldnt stop, and he started to constantly bring it up I got concerned.

“Matt no, I’m scared of the woods, and I do not want you chasing me” I told him

“Come on babe. It will be so much fun, I chase after you while you’re scared and aroused” he said back

“Why the fuck would I be turned on by this” I asked him

“Oh I didn’t tell you? Well see I’m the predator and youre the prey, and if I catch you I get to fuck you how I want” he responded. This sent a shiver down my spine, and weirdly I was turned on, but still very very scared.

This conversation happened about two months ago, and suddenly stopped, so I figured his little fantasy was over.

Matt and I had flown to Boston to visit his parents, and Nick and Chris had already been there for a week at this point.

Two days after being in Boston, Matt told me he had a surprise for me. He wanted to take me on a little vacation to get away. Of course I agreed because a vacation by ourselves was what we Needed.

I didn’t ask many questions, but once I started to realize we left a busy city and entered wooded areas I started to feel uneasy.

“Where are we going Matt?’’ I asked looking over at him

“It’s a surprise baby” he said looking over at me and smiling

“I’m getting a little nervous as there is no outside life here” I told him shifting in my seat

“Baby don’t worry okay” he said to me grabbing my hand

About 30 minutes later, and we had arrived to a cabin in the middle of the fucking woods.

“Matt what the fuck is this?’’ I asked in fear

“A cute cabin get away” he said nonchalantly

“No this is frightening” I said grabbing my bag, and walking to the front door

“Oh come on it’s literally so cute here” he said rolling his eyes

“Yeah maybe to a serial killer but not me” I told him as he opened the door and we walked in

“Y/N just enjoy this please” he said groaning

“But im scared” I said walking into the living room

“Oh my god! Do you hear that??” He asked me

“HEAR WHAT” I said jumping

“Absolute fucking silence” He said smuggly

“Oh you dick! You scared the shit out of me” I said smacking him lightly on the arm

“All that peaceful silence, that will soon be broken when I fuck the shit out of you” he said pulling me in to kiss me

“Matt you’re filthy” I said kissing him back

“Only for you” he responded

Matt and I had made dinner laughing and talking the whole time, and after we ate we sat on the couch for a while laughing some more. And we both decided to shower. The whole shower Matt was teasing me, but wouldn’t do a single thing and it was making me a little bit annoyed

Once we hopped out the shower and changed I had laid in the bed and Matt was out in the living room doing god knows what.

“Babyyyy I have a surprise,” he said, calling from the living room.

“Oh yeah what is it” I asked him

He walked into the bedroom and grabbed me

“Alright close your eyes and follow me” he said, and I shut my eyes letting him guide me

All of a sudden I felt a silk material wrap around my eyes

“Matt what’s going on” I asked him confused

“Shhh you’ll see” he said while letting his fingers brush against my back

“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately. Letting me tease you, and not asking for more” he said in my ear, sending chills down my spine

“I want to reward you for that, my good good girl deserves a reward doesn’t she?” He asked smacking my ass and then gripping it

“Oh my god…..” I let out immediately getting turned on

“Answer me baby” he said grabbing my waist and feeling up on me

“Yes Matt. I deserve it” I said sighing and throwing my head back a little bit

“I will give you exactly what you want, but first we play it my way” He said walking around to the front of me

“Umm okay” I said meekly

“You’re going to go outside and run. I’ll give you a 10 second head start, but if I catch you, which I will. I get to fuck you so hard you’re a weeping mess” he said

“Matt no! I’m not doing this” I said sternly

“No?? Oh no no baby. We’re not negotiating this” he said laughing

“How bad are you yearning to be fucked like a good slut” he asked me

“Matt…..” i told him in a warning like way

“Answer the fucking question” he said bluntly

“No” I told him

“If I put my hands down your pants right now you’re telling me you won’t be dripping for me?” He asked

“Can’t you fuck me normally” I asked him

“No I can not. So you’ll be listening to me” he barked at me

“Fine Matt let’s get this going. I want to be fucked already” I told him getting annoyed. He hummed in approval

He unlocked the front door and opened it, and then came over to me removing the cover from my eyes, and immediately I booked it out the front door.

I ran so fast into the wooded area hiding behind a big tree that I knew he hadn’t seen.

10 seconds later I hear his loud voice

“You better find a better spot because you’re making this too easy” he yelled

Slowly I started to walk deeper into the woods taking zig zag patterns. However I was starting to get more and more worried as it was really dark, and I could no longer see the house

“Oh Y/N” Matt said in a sing-song way that sent shivers down my spine. I heard him step on a branch, so I ran away from him again trying to keep my breathing steady. But it was becoming harder, as I was genuinely getting scared

As I was backing towards a tree I stepped on a twig, and the sound of it was enough to echo throughout the trees

“I think i got you” I heard Matt yell, but I couldn’t tell from what direction, and then it got really really quiet

I wanted to give up, and yell out to him because I was getting really really scared now. Just as I went to spin around the tree there stood Matt

“BOO” he said, and I jumped back screaming

“What’s the matter Y/N? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost” He said and immediately grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder

“MATTTTT STOPPP MATT” I started to yell

He smacked my ass to get me to keep silent as he walked us through the woods back to the house. Once we got back to the house he got us through the front door and slammed it shut. Walking us to the living room and dropping me to the floor

“I got my pretty girl now, didn’t I?” He asked with a scary look in his eye

“What are you going to do with me” I asked looking up at him

“Whatever I want to do, and you’re going to take it” he said

“Yes sir” I said still looking up at him

“Get on your knees now” he said, and I immediately got on my knees, he removed his shirt, and started to unbuckle his belt

“You’re gonna suck my cock like the dirty little whore you are” he said as he started to pull his pants down

“Yes whatever you want I’ll do” I said looking up at him from my lashes

“Open your mouth” he said, and when I did he leaned down a bit and spit into my mouth. “Swallow” he said and I did

“Good girl” he said petting my face, and then lightly smacking me

When he backed away he started to jerk himself off, and nodded his head for me to come closer. He spit down onto his own cock and continued to jerk himself off

“Come on baby use that pretty mouth of yours” he said, and with that I grabbed his dick putting it into my mouth, and immediately deep throating him

“Fuckkkkk” he said rolling his head back

I was bobbing my head up and down, and when I got to the tip I would suck extra hard. Matt was whimpering and moaning.

“Yeah just like that you’re doing so good” he told me as he grabbed the back of my head. I gagged a few times and the vibrations made Matt moan. That sound alone was making me so fucking wet.

Suddenly he pulled me off him. Kicking his pants off and roughly grabbing me. He lifted me up, and immediately pulled my shirt off of me, and then moved us over to the coffee table. He pushed me down to kneel infront of it, and then he kneeled behind me

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name” he said

“Please Matt, I need this” I said looking back at him. He pulled me in by my throat into a disgusting, sloppy, needy make out

He pushed me over the coffee table, sending everything falling to the floor. And immediately pulled my underwear down. Smacking my ass and then massaging it

“Mmm so fucking wet for me” he said looking at my glistening cunt, and I just moaned like a bitch in heat

“Please Matt I need you” I told him

He spread my legs a little further apart, and started to massage my clit rubbing my arousal everywhere

“Fuck MATT” I said from the sudden pleasure

He put his middle finger and his finger finger in his mouth, and then immediately inserted them into my pussy

“Oh my god” I said, shuddering. He started to finger me at a downwards motion towards the ground, and my legs started to shake

“Your pussy just takes any part of me so well” he said as I heard his fingers slide back into me at an ungodly paste

“Matt Matt I’m going to cum” I told him, and I wish I never did because he ripped his fingers out of me

“Not on my fingers baby” he said smacking my ass again

He leaned down towards my pussy and spat. This made me gasp and squirm. Slowly he ran his dick up and down spreading my arousal, and his spit everywhere

“Gonna take it like a good girl” he said before sliding into me

“Oh my god” I said with my back arching back like a cat

“Fuck” he sighs lightly slowly rocking into me. Allowing me to adjust to his size.

Within a minute Matt started to pound into me ruthlessly. Grabbing my arms back allowing my back to arch as he pound into me

“Matt fuck matt matt” I said clawing at his arms

“Shut up, and take it” he said breathing heavily

Continuing to pound into me non stop. He was drilling the fuck outta me, and all I could do was cry out like a bitch

“You’re so good to me baby” He said letting my arms go allowing me to lean over the table again

This time he grabbed my hips, and started to thrust into me harder and deeper

“Oh godddddd” I pounded almost crying out

Matt was above me grunting and moaning as his sweat started to drip down on me.

“Fuck Matt I’m so fucking close” I said gripping the wooden table. I’m sure there will be marks in it from how hard I was holding onto it

“Me too baby” he said, and immediately started to slam into me. Breathing extra hard than before. And the wooden table was digging into me in such a deliciously painful way

“MATTTT IM CUMMINGGG” I screamed out arching my back, and clenching down onto his cock shaking and trembling as I came all over his cock. His name falling from my mouth like a mantra. I leaned against the table limp and exhausted and in total bliss at the crazy orgasm I just had

Matt’s thrust be came deep and slow, and within three more thrust he was cumming deep inside me holding us together

“Fuck fuck fuck Y/N” he was moaning while slightly convulsing as his lowe abdomen contracted

After we caught our breath he pulled out allowing his cum and my cum to drop down onto his cock and lower stomach

“Fuck Matt. That was so fucking good” I said as he helped me off the floor, my knees immediately feeling like jello

“You’re so fucking good to me” he said kissing me while holding my chin

“Whatever weird ass fantasies you have please just tell me, because if it ends like this? I want more of it” I told him

He smirked at me and nodded his head biting his lip

“Lets get cleaned up baby” he said as we both walked to the bathroom to take a second shower of the night.

The night ended in us immediately knocking out after our shower because of how physically drained we were.

The End

Ouuuu hope you guys my lil cabin in the woods imagine. I have 8 more stories to write 🤭🤭 so let me stfu and get to typing. Once those are done I’ll probably open my requests up again💋

-J💅🏽

[minhosimthings]

Oh my god you keep doing my asks!! Even my anonymous ones (which you often think is yuna) so thank you!!! 💗🎀🩰

This time I want to request enhypen reaction to their fellow members/ friends getting too touchy with you

WAIT THAT WAS YOU? damn I feel bad about my baby @yunabi436 who should definitely read this as revenge for making me cry with 4278. Thank you for the ideas darling! Im sorry I'm a bit slow on answering them though!

Jealousy resides in Heeseung's veins. So when his eyes and his mind processed the fact that Jake had his arm around your shoulder, and you were laughing to his joke, all he saw was red. So he'd act cute at first, hooking into your arm and giving you the Bambi eyes and saying he wants to go home, which makes you bid goodbye to poor, confused, Jake who is wondering why Heeseung shot a glare at him. But at home-

"So you want Jake for a boyfriend now do you? Got bored of one dick, now you want two darling?" You'd have no warning, before your back is against the wall, and his dick is rubbing against your pussy, making you whimper pathetically at the friction. Heeseung, when jealous, doesn't waste time in stretching you out. Instead all he does, is rip open your panties, take a moment to stare at your pussy, and then ram his length into you, making you moan, out of both pain and pleasure.

"Don't you ever do that again, you hear me?" He'd growl in your ear, while moving his hips against you at an extremely rough pace. His dick rubbed against your g-spot so well, and the overstimulation from him not allowing you to cum was killing you, but Heeseung wouldn't budge.

Jay knows that you are a person of your own and you can do whatever you like. But a certain amount of jealousy did arise in him, when he saw that Sunghoon and you were sitting perhaps a little too close to each other and sharing a tiramisu too! The jealousy wasn't enough for him to drag you out by the arm or anything, but it was enough for him to ask for a bite of the tiramisu. Right in front of Sunghoon. You, oblivious to his motive, fed it to him, laughing at how Sunghoon comedicaly pouted. You could sense Jay turning red next to you, so you decide to tease him a bit. And then back at home-

"Uh uh no cumming until I say so." Jay had been inside your pussy with a vibrator for a long time, pounding it by pressing his hand deeper and deeper. His trousers and shirt remained stuck tightly to him, making you crave his dick more. "Jay-please ah-ahh." You'd scream making him smirk at you, and increase the speed of the vibrator a bit more. The cold material was making your pussy clench around it, wishing fervently that it was his dick instead.

"You should have thought about begging for my cock before cuddling with Sunghoon." He'd growl in your ear, stopping the vibrator just as you were about to cum, you whimpered feeling the tight knot in your stomach disappear, in turn making Jay smirk against your skin.

Collars were never much Jake's buisness. He actually hated them. He would never hurt his baby just for his own pleasure, if and unless she asked him too. But when Heeseung jokingly kissed you on the cheek for a dare and you giggled, your cheeks turning red, all Jake saw was you in a collar with the chain twisted inbetween his hands.

"Who do you want to fuck now darling?" Jake pulled on the chain of the collar, his cock moving in and out of your pussy. You were suffocated yet high on his touch on your throat. "You- only you ahh fuck Jake!" You screamed, as Jake abused your sweet spot with his tip. "Oh no I thought it was Heeseung." He growled, pulling out his length before ramming it in again, pain flowing through you like a soothing tonic.

Jake tugged slightly on the chain again, and watched in pleasure as you writhed under him, how your thighs were smeared with sweet cum, and how your pussy was taking his dick so well even now. He'd remind you again, on how you belonged to him, and only him.

Park Sunghoon. Aka probably the only one out of the entire hyung line who'd not even let himself near you for a whole year if you even shake hands with one of the members. And Jay accidentally brushing his hand across yours when he's reaching across to get some fruit is basically the end game for Sunghoon. Sunghoon will probably give Jay a piece of his mind in secret to which Jay would ask you whether or not Sunghoon is an absolute simp in secret. And Sunghoon would be almost restraining himself from fucking you on the dinner table.

However he does very sneakily slide his hand up your thigh and massage it a bit too close to your pussy, making you squirm in silence. He would even go as far as fucking you in silence when you guys were watching a movie on the couch with the guys and their girlfriends. He would definitely ask for a blanket from Jay, feigning chilliness and sneak his fingers up towards your panties. The feeling of him cupping your clothed pussy has you whimpering, so you violently stuff some popcorn in your mouth to shush yourself, earning yourself a side eye from Jay and Sunghoon's fingers running through your folds at a maniacal pace.

"You can moan darling." Sunghoon would whisper in your ear, his middle finger repeatedly touching your g spot, "Make them know that you're mine yeah?"

[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou

a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )

part 1

TSUKISHIMA KEI

looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.

god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”

other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it’s not like you need it now.”

if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”

OIKAWA TOORU

your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.

oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.

he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.

he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.

SUNA RINTAROU

the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.

he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”

but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.

and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.

[mistress-of-vos]

For the "Im weak for you" prompt: "Aren't you at least a little bit ashamed of how blantaly you are exploiting my feelings for you?�� As a continuation of yours A/B/O Tim as BruDick's biochild AU ficlet if it is ok?

// So happy to hear your ask, anon!!! 😍💚 //

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Ra's isn't even sure why he's doing this. It's dangerous for them both, and shameful in a way he hadn't considered before. Yet here he is.

"Well, well, old man, are you going to fuck me already?" Tim giggles as he stretches on the mattres. His Robin suit glued to his petite body, omega pheromones filling the air of the room second by second. The alpha hadn't paid much attention before, but it's now impossible to ignore how the Wayne heir smells wonderfully sweet.

It's - well, perhaps wrong isn't the correct word. Ra's and Tim have seen each other through the years ever since the pup was barely able to talk. As Tim himself had said in their last encounter, she had been trying to separate Bruce Wayne from Dick Grayson for years, meaning that Ra's had needed to stay next to the kidnapped omega child more often than not.

When had Timothy turned into a bratty teenage omega without any kind of shame or decorum, Ra's could not tell. Maybe it started that one time Ra's had to stop Tim from jumping off a balcony, as a prom red dress was hardly adequate to face a snow storm.

Anyhow; in the present Tim is enjoying their meeting. He looks amused, eyes shimmering lovely. Ra's himself had ripped off the mask from Tim's doll face minutes ago when the omega was still half asleep due to the drug, and now Ra's' fingers itch painfully, desiring to get rid of that obscene suit as well.

It is less than honorable. The Batman could think of this as revenge, or an offense. But it has been Timothy who flirted during their last encounter, offering word by word something that Ra's does desire deep in his heart.

Ra's wants an alpha son, and having an intelligent, beautiful omega mate would be a cherry on top. Timothy is everything his mate should be, and that's exactly why the omega is laying on Ra's' bed as the alpha sits on a corner, slowly undoing his cape and shirt.

"You offered to bear me a heir," Ra's points out, unable to hide the growl of lust that leaves his throat. Tim smirks, showing those adorable tiny omega fangs of his, spreading even more in the bed to show Ra's just how long his legs are and how thin his torso is.

Timothy is somehow petite and long at the same time, and it reminds Ra's' of beautiful goddesses painted and sculpted in Greece: Young, thin and pale; big eyes like jewels and full lips that murmur temptations. Timothy looks nothing like his parents, but Ra's keeps in mind that this is the child of the one omega who managed to wrap the Batman around his finger, and perhaps Ra's should be more careful with this kitten-like creature that is looking at him with hunger.

"You will need to come closer, then," the omega purrs, smirk widening when Ra's throws his cape away and does get closer indeed, crawling on the bed as a tiger, unbuttoned shirt showing his chest hair and allowing his own alpha pheromones to travel to Tim's nose.

"Oh," is what Tim breathes when Ra's pulls him against him, rough hands squeezing his ass over the spandex fabric, fangs sinking on the exposed are of his neck.

"This suit of yours," Ra's murmurs, eyes dark as he looks at the beautifully shaped pair of small tits glued to the red shirt, "I want it off."

Tim manages to push Ra's down this time, gloved thin hands using all their force to make Ra's lay down. Tim is now sitting on his lip, naughty smile on his lips. Soon, the belt is off, then the gloves, and then manicured fingers are pulling the upper part of the Robin suit up slowly.

"What a pervert old man," Tim laughs as he shows off his breasts, "Babies don't appear just by looking, oh glorious Demon's Head."

Ra's gets a tic on his eye for a moment, but quickly forgives the insult when his hands cup Timothy's exquisite breasts. And the sounds the omega makes later... It's worth every inconvenience this kidnapping involves.

Nights later, Timothy is posing at the mirror, an unsatisfied gesture on his face as he looks at his silk outfit with matching jewels. Ra's, trying to focuse on his work, fails to not notice Timothy's annoyance.

"Is the collar not to your liking?" Ra's finally asks, embarrassed at just how much of his time and mind goes to this small yet spoiled omega who seems to take more space on his life second by second.

"It needs a tiara," Tim argues, turning around to see Ra's and tilt his head, "Don't you agree? A queen needs a crown, after all."

"A queen," Ra's murmurs, "Is that what you are calling yourself now?"

"That's the least I could be considering I'm going to bear your children," Tim hums as he walks towards Ra's' desk, "I believed you were a gentleman, Ra's; are you going to tell me you will offend me and my family by treating me as a mere concubine?"

Ra's blinks.

"Aren't you ashamed of how you exploit my feelings about you, beloved?" he regrets out loud, a roll on his eyes as he takes Tim's hands and makes the omega sit on his lap, "You seem to find joy in torturing me and insulting me every chance you have despite my worship towards you."

"Don't tell me my words offend the great Ra's al Ghul!" Tim giggles, batting his thick eyelashes at Ra's and poutting with his kissable lips, "In that case, it would be inappropriate to allow a mere mistress to hold such power you, don't you think?"

"Indeed," Ra's agrees, a hand caressing Tim's covered stomach, wondering if the omega was already carrying their first pup. He should, considering all the times they have shared a bed during these days; "You might be right, if you are to be mother of my heir, a title as high as mine is needed."

"Now we're talking," Tim purrs, index finger giving a soft pinch to Ra's' nose.

Just when their mouths are about to crash, four familiar people interrupt the calm of the palace.

Ra's' daughter, offended to every last blood drop in her body.

Tim's parents, scandalized and angry.

And a fourth one, who happens to be certain blonde vigilante with a flaming sword who it seems wasn't merely a friend of Tim. A friend wouldn't be overwhelmed with violence at the view of Tim next to Ra's, would he?

"Look at the bright side!" Tim sings as they run from the fight, ninjas trying to keep their enemies behind and Ubu coming down on a helicopter, "We don't have to arrange a family meeting anymore!"

Ra's ends up picking Timothy up and jumping off a window, wondering why, after 800 years of life, this curious omega manages to ruin his life like this.

He used to be an alpha with dignity!

(A few months later, when Tim is pregnant and needy, constantly dragging Ra's to their nest and begging for more, Ra's can't complain anymore.

This is a great solution, even if Batman keeps trying to kill Ra's. It's a small price for such happiness and pleasure, anyway.

And if Tim has the demon's head wrapped around his finger... Well, let's say Gotham's princess isn't as naive as other might think).