#it feels like a hug and i want to hug and hold it close

[kukinkrim]

no demon is good enough for my sister!

saja boys x jinu's sister!reader (separate)

note: this prompt was sent via ask o(^o^)o i roughly translated it to english so i apologize if i got your request wrong TT

hell was a cruel, lonely place to be.

it wasn’t the the searing flames that littered across their lands, or the constant screams of souls in despair, or even the endless, crushing weight of torment.

no, it was the emptiness that got you. the kind that wrapped itself around your soul and whispered that you’re all alone. that no one in the surface remembers who you are and you are chained down in the pits of hell with broken memories to live by.

there was no sun in hell. no sky. the only thing that could come close to a sun is gwi-ma, a literal ball of flame, sitting on his throne as he relishes in the suffering of his people.

you forget who you were after a while.

perhaps, your brain hotwired itself in order to cope. maybe, the past was just too painful to be remembered.

that's when jinu found you.

he wasn’t much to look at back then—just another unfortunate thing that got too close to the sun—but he saw you.

you, this little scrap of a soul, barely hanging on, barely even remembering your own name. he didn’t ask why you were there as he knelt, took your hand, and said, “you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

maybe, you reminded him of his sister from his past life and wanted a chance at redemption. to do good now after abandoning his family for power.

no matter the reasons, though, you were grateful. you are jinu's sister now. not by blood, of course, but by choice.

no one in the mortal realm knew jinu had a sister; not even his members who spemt their days in hell with him. to be fair they just never cared enough to look for friends when they were literally suffering down there.

jinu didn’t go out of his way to hide it. it just never came up. in the chaos of their idol schedules, gwi-ma, not dying—the fact that he had someone to protect just didn’t get mentioned.

no secrets were bound to stay secrets. the members found out eventually, and it's taking every fiber in his being not to tear his hair from his scalp.

no demons are good enough for his little sister!

romance.

it started with flowers.

true to his name, romance was a romantic. he kept giving you flowers of various kinds. different shades of color now decorated your room. he would hand them to you with that usual smirk, winking like a walking cliché.

you didn’t expect him to say “i like you,” ome day, when he gives you a bouquet of red roses this time.

you really didn’t expect to like him back as much as you did.

and you definitely didn’t expect jinu to catch the two of you kissing behind the rehearsal room.

“WHAT?!”

you both jumped three feet apart. a hand sheepishly covering your mouth as you avoided eye contact with your brother.

“This is an INSULT to MY HONOR!” jinu shouted, clutching his head like the scandal physically wounded him. in fact, he wants to gouge out his eyes and wipe that shit-eating grin off of his bandmate's lips. “you—you kissed her?! WITH THAT FILTHY LIPS OF YOURS?”

“okay, wow,” romance blinked, trying not to laugh, yet still offended. “excuse you, i brush five times a day. that's atleast four times more than abby.”

“she’s my sister, you filthy no-good casanova demon!”

you tugged at your brother's sleeves, feeling a bit embarassed at his outburst now. romance didn't seem to mind, though, but you do. "jinu, please. we were just—”

instead of listening, the man only pulls you in a protective hug, smooshing your face against his hoodie. “no! no just! you want to court my sister? FINE. but you’re going to do it the right way. with letters. with dowries. with a goat sacrifice, like in the old days—”

“where the hell am i getting a goat!?”

"and then-" he emphasizes, glaring at romance. "and then i'd think about letting you hold her hand."

abby.

dating abby felt like dating a very energetic puppy.

he brought you snacks, took you on chaotic dates, and liked to make you laugh until your stomach hurt. on contrary to popular beliefs (cough his members cough) he was actually a very smart guy with great emotional intelligence.

abby absolutely adored you, following you around like a personal guard dog.

then he kissed you, one day, while in the middle of a grocery store run.

jinu was, somehow, also there. the single yogurt he was holding pops in his hand, fruit-glavored goo dripping down to the floor.

the silence was deafening.

"uh," abby blinks. "clean up in aisle three...?"

jinu doesn't seem to find it funny as he starts to sprint from the other end of the aisle towards where you both were.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!”

abby panicked, flustered judging by the way his cheeks erupted into flames in an instant. “i didn’t mean to—it just—it was spontaneous show of affection!”

“you kissed her in public?! with tongue?!"

“not that much tongue!”

you were garnering attention from other shoppers at this point so you ended up covering your face in embarassment. "guys please, there was no tongue! let's leave!"

“THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.”

when you both got home, jinu was quick to drag abby in another room. maybe they talked? but abby gets throigh the door like a lost little puppy, staring at you with wide, pleading eyes.

jinu only ushers him out before you could speak. "i'll only allow pink holding. i see you putting that dirty lips anywhere near my sister and i'll stitch it close!"

mystery.

it was always subtle with mystery.

a brush of your hand. hanging out more than you usually do with other members. mystery was alot... more normal, so to speak, when it comes to you. he actually–actually, speaks. and smiles.

mystery didn't outright confessed though.

you didn’t even realize you were dating until he justnwhispered “mine” in your ear one day and kissed your cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

you were flustered.

he wasn’t.

and jinu is on the doorframe, combusting.

“you let mystery–MYSTERY of all people date you?” jinu looks at you in disbelief as he points an accusatory finger at his bandmate. mystery only shrugs in return, not at all offended. “he doesn’t even talk in full sentences! how do you know his intentions?!”

"my intentions are passionate and pure," the said boy replies.

you swooned, clasping your hands together as you smiled. "see? that’s romantic.” jinu wishes he could just strangle that demon boy's neck here and now for brainwashing his little sister.

“THAT IS WHAT ALL SERIAL KILLERS SAY.”

"if it's any consolation, jinu, i’d never harm her. but i would harm for her.”

“see?” you glanced at jinu, smiling wide as if your boyfriend didn't just say the most insane thing ever. "he's romantic!"

“YOU’RE ALL INSANE.”

baby.

baby didn’t mean to fall for you.

he didn’t mean to let it happen. you were a kind soul. the kind of soul he was supposed to destroy, not hold in his arms like it was precious. he didn't think he deserve it, honestly.

and also, he'd rather not date his bandmate's sister. mostly because of how exhaisting it would be to go through all that protective brother thing, but he ended up falling for you anyway, despite his earlier statement.

one night, you fell asleep on his shoulder on the couch.

that's literally it.

then came the moment jinu walked into the living room and saw you curled up next to baby, asleep, his arm wrapped securely around you.

he was absolutely livid.

“you're deadmeat,” jinu muttered while he stalks towards his bandmate with his ryes glarimg through his soul.

“dude—” baby tried to pull away, but arms that were wrapped around hid torso orevented him from doing so. it would've been cute how you wouldn't let go if hr wasn't about to die by the hands of your brother.

“do you even know what it means to be in a relationship?! you can’t just—just snuggle your way into someone’s life!”

“she fell asleep—what was i supposed to do?” baby looked at him in disbelief.

jinu only gripped the back part of the couch as the fabric wrinkled under his sharp nails. "does a pillow not exist?!"

you were woken up abruptly when a pair of arms tugged you back, the air knocking out of your lungs. suddenly, you were not beside baby anymore but in the arms of your older brother who held you in a protective stance. “NO SLEEPING TOGETHER! GET MARRIED FIRST!”

"dude, we were just sleeping. what–"

"negative points for you!"

"WHAT–"

[weeeyotch]

bj headcanons ღ r.r.

robert reynolds x f!reader

warnings: just pure smut (18+ mdni), needy and whiny bob

୨୧ bob is lowkey obsessed with the idea, but he's too shy to ask you. he stays up at night just thinking about it. he'll turn over to look at you while you sleep, your lips parted just slightly. thinking of your lips wrapping around his cock drives him crazy.

୨୧ when you finally ask, he becomes a blushing, shy mess. it's like a dream come true; it's like every fantasy, every late-night thought he's quietly buried is suddenly real and sitting right in front of him.

୨୧ "are you sure?" he'd ask you, eyes wide. "you don't have to if you don't want to." you'll have to reassure him more than once. you'll coax his nerves with gentle touches and soft words until he finally believes that you want this as much as him.

୨୧ pillows. if you were going to go down on your knees, he'd grab a pillow from the bed and place it on the ground so you could kneel on it. he wants to make sure that you're completely comfortable.

୨୧ forehead kisses. always. when you're on your knees looking up at him with big eyes, he'd bend down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "my best girl," he'd murmur against your heated skin, "thank you so much."

୨୧ he's vocal. his moans are really soft and whiny. the second your lips kiss the head of his cock, he lets out the sweetest, shaky little sound through his nose. desperate whimpers would echo throughout your bedroom, making your thighs clench together.

୨୧ praise. praise. praise. "feels s'good baby." "just like that." "god, please keep going." "please, please, please, please—"

୨୧ always has one hand in your hair, but is super gentle. he's afraid to hurt you. the thought of even tugging at your strands makes him cringe. he'd pet your head while you go down on him, long fingers running through your hair. it's reverent and soothing—like he's worshiping you with every stroke.

୨୧ his other hand would hold yours. when you place your hands on his hips to steady yourself, he'd reach down to completely envelope yours with his. it helps to keep him grounded.

୨୧ he lets you set the pace. again, he's too afraid of hurting you. he's worried that he would lose control if he thrusted into your mouth. so he stands there, muscles taut and legs shaking, letting you take him however you want. "you're in charge, baby," he'd say through gritted teeth, "i'm all yours."

୨୧ eye contact kills him. if you look up at him and flutter your eyelids, it's game over. his thighs tense up and his breath would falter. "don't look at me like that," he rasps. "you're going to make me come—"

୨୧ he'd guide you through it. he'll tell you everything that feels good, or ask you if you can do another things. like hollowing your cheeks, pulling back slightly to make enough room for your hand to stroke him, licking the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.

୨୧ he would try to pull away at the last second. a part of him would feel bad coming uncontrollably in your mouth and having you swallow it. but when he tries to move away at the last second, you'd grip his hips even tighter to hold him in place. when you stay there and swallow everything, eyes still locked on his, he lets out a strangled moan and basically doubles over.

୨୧ post-blowjob bob is a wreck. his legs are shaking. beads of sweat trail down his forehead. he pants like he just ran a marathon. his eyes would be glazed over. a part of you was worried that he would just straight up combust and die.

୨୧ he'd be so grateful. he'd help you up and pull you into a kiss, shuddering as he can taste himself on your lips. he'd say things like: "thank you, baby", "you are so amazing", "it was incredible", "i love you so much"

୨୧ lots of cuddles. when he finally starts to calm his breathing, he'd fall into bed with you and hold you close to his chest. he hugs you like you're the most precious thing.

and to him, you are.

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[scenario/drabble] Not Like That

Summary: LIs react when you hum a breakup song around them, getting worried when they pick up on the lyrics about an unhappy relationship. You comfort them when you realise they misunderstood and got spooked. It all ends well <3 (based on a submitted prompt)

Genre: Fluff (mild hurt/comfort bc the men got terrified)

SYLUS

You hum the chorus while folding laundry, oblivious- until Sylus’s hand stops yours. “Interesting choice of lyrics.” His tone is light, but his crimson eyes are sharp. “Care to explain why you’re singing about replacing me?”

Your stomach drops. Oh, shit- the lyrics. “Wait- I just like the melody-”

He takes a step closer. “Because I hear you singing about... needing someone ‘inside’,”

His lips brush the shell of your ear. “And if that's your wish, I’ll ruin you until you forget your own name.”

His words send a flurry of flashbacks to the night before- him carrying you from the living room to the bed, with you already kissed breathless at that point. And what happened after you got to the bed still brings a fresh wave of heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks.

“You’re thinking loudly again, kitten.”

“Yeah, of you.” You tiptoe, draping your arms on his shoulder to look into his eyes. “Only you,” you murmur, kissing him softly when he leans down, “You’re all I ever want and need, Sylus. I mean it.”

He nips your lip. “Mm. Why don't you say that again?”

You slap his chest lightly, “Don’t push your luck,”

His hands find your hips as he holds you against the dresser, closing the space between you. “Hm. But you owe me a proper apology, sweetie.”

Sylus never pouts, but this is the closest expression he’s ever made. And you see it- just barely hidden by his calm facade- is an earnest longing for reassurance. As if you'd ever, ever need anybody else when he is standing right in front of you. It tugs at your heartstrings.

You brush your thumb along his ear. “I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. I’ll make it up to you,”

His chest rumbles with a satisfied hum as he brings you closer to him.

_____

ZAYNE

Zayne pauses mid-sip of tea as you sing "He gives what he can~" under your breath, pouring yourself a second cup. His hazel-green eyes narrow. “Are you… unhappy?” The question is calm, but his knuckles tighten around his mug.

You open your mouth to explain, but he cuts you off. “I’d rather you tell me than sing it to a playlist.”

His bluntness speaks volumes- while he could be curt and straightforward, it’s rare for him to speak like this on lazy weekend mornings. You feel your heart sink when you see him watching you with unmasked concern. You hurriedly set the teapot down on the coffee table, turning to him.

You place your hands around his, guiding him to put his mug down. “Oh, Zaynie- I’m- it’s not that,”

He blinks, then exhales, gazing at his hands enclosed by yours. Only then, do you move closer to cup his face. “It’s just a random song. I promise. You make me happier than anything.”

He nods, pulling you into his chest. “... Please choose one that doesn’t make my pulse spike.”

You think of the cutest, cheesiest love ballad from animated movies- then you start singing, serenading him. You barely get to the pre-chorus when you see him struggle to fight off a growing smile, and you poke his cheeks, continuing to sing.

“Thank you,” He whispers when you stop, his smile gentle.

You tackle him in a hug, “Don’t thank me, you silly, beautiful man I love you so, so much”

_____

XAVIER

The last of the night’s dishes are cleared away from the table and stacked near the sink. Xavier’s blue eyes widen as you sing "Softer, harder, in between" while rinsing soap off some dishes he hands you.

“You- want that?” His voice cracks.

“Huh?” You freeze when realization hits- you’ve been singing for a while now, and the lyrics are hardly anything suitable for a cosy night in. It’s about intimacy, sure- but also about heartbreak, cheating, and things that you won’t ever relate to. “No! It’s just catchy!”

He steps closer, rinsing his hands under the tap and using the front of his shirt to dry them hastily. Fingers trembling as they brush your waist. “If there’s anything I’m doing wrong, or something I’m not doing… whatever you need. Just let me know.”

Pain squeezes your heart. “Xavier, you’re my everything. There’s nothing wrong with us, it’s just a song.”

With a shaky sigh, he buries his face in your neck. “My starlight, please don’t scare me like that. I don't think I can bear the thought of... whatever you were singing about,"

You wrap your arms around him, reaching up to stroke his hair. “Xavi- I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry, I really am,”

You feel him press a kiss to the side of your neck. “It's ‘kay,” he murmurs, soft lips brushing your skin as he speaks.

"I should've given you context-" you continue, but he shakes his head as he pulls away to look at you, his blue eyes as calm as ever.

His hands on your waist are steady now- firm, even. “There is only one context that matters. Which one are you requesting for tonight? Softer… or harder?”

_____

RAFAYEL

Rafayel drops his paintbrush when you murmur the lyrics "He is stable, you are deep."

“Excuse me? I’m the boring one?!” His eyes flash as whirls around, bristling with indignance.

You try to backtrack, but he’s already draping himself over you. “I’ll drown you in ‘deep,’” he huffs, covering your face in kisses as he nuzzles against you like a disgruntled cat marking his owner. As much as he hates cats, he does act like one in times like these.

“Raf, I'm sorry! It really mmmph–” he smothers you with another kiss, “it's just a song- I'm not-”

You get cut off by a flurry of kisses pressed to your cheeks, the corner of your lips, then your mouth.

You cup his face and squeeze his cheeks likely. “My love, I'm trying to apologize to you!”

He frowns, “And stable is not in my vocabulary. Glub glub,”

(He kisses you senseless, and only then does a satisfied smile return to grace his features.)

_____

CALEB

Caleb’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as you absentmindedly sing a tune that's been on your playlist for the past week.

When you get to the lyrics "Oh yeah, baby, touch me”, he stops you, voice quietly cutting through the cabin. “…Who.”

It’s not a question. You panic when understanding dawns on you. “Wait- it's not- It’s just a song, Caleb!”

He lets out a sharp exhale, keeping his eyes straight ahead and drives until you exit the highway.

He pulls over.

“Then why does it sound like a confession of sorts? Are we having a falling-out?” He grits out.

You gently place your hand over his white-knuckles, brushing your fingers over his. “This song's just been on my playlist… it means nothing to me. I promise, Caleb.”

He sighs, flexing his fingers to release his grip on the steering wheel. He catches your wrist softly, then presses a kiss onto your palm. “Just… tell me if there's something wrong, yeah? You can take it out on me, but just- just don't sing breakup songs like that,”

The desperate tinge in his voice makes your heart sink, and you pull him close to peck his cheek, then his lips. His shoulders loosen, yet his violet eyes glimmer with depths of unspoken fears.

“Okay,” you nod, then tap the tip of his nose lightly. “Mr Colonel, I'm guilty of making you worried, so- you can deal with me as you see fit when we get home,”

He breathes a shaky laugh, raking his fingers through his hair. “God damn, pips. You're really trying to give me cardiac arrest today,”

Note: This came from a submitted prompt <3 It was a little tricky to write bc i couldnt fully imagine how they'd react in that situation ngl?? Lmk what yall think :') also I have a few WIPS but atm my brain is playing kpdh songs all day and its a bit hard to think and write i keep wanting to write lads men as the saja boys ANYWAYS THANKS YALL FOR READING <33 Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3

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[flowergirl1243]

soft launch season - [part four]

SUMMARY: when Lando Norris' notorious party boy reputation may be too far out of control to save, you step in to save his image (and maybe his heart).

PAIRING: lando norris x fem!reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six

ACT 4: GRID SHOW

Liked by lando, oscarpiastri and others ynusername first grand prix, kinda nervy

lando didn’t know spectators could make the drivers more nervous than the track tbh

user22 her debut. their debut. our debut.

user23 what is life. i may have passed away

They found a corner.

Not a glamorous one. Just a sliver of shade behind the motorhome, out of sight from cameras and engineers and the constant hum of nerves. The sun was already high, bouncing off the asphalt, casting sharp lines across the ground. The sound of zippers, tools clinking, voices through radios, all of it was beginning to rise around them like pressure.

But here?

Here it was still quiet.

Lando stood in front of her, half-dressed in his fireproofs, race suit peeled down to his waist. He smelled like sunblock and heat. His hair was still damp from the ice towel they’d thrown at him earlier. She reached out and fixed the collar of his base layer, even though it didn’t need fixing.

“You good?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He gave her a look, boyish, crooked, transparent. “Lying.”

She smiled. “Okay, a little nervy.”

He leaned in, pressed his forehead against hers.

“I’m the one strapping into a car that could turn me into a crumpled soda can,” he whispered. “You don’t get to be more nervous than me.”

Her hands stayed by her sides, like she didn’t want to make a scene, even here. But he didn’t care.

He brushed his nose against hers. Breathed her in.

This close, she smelled like summer and and that hotel shampoo she always complained about and everything right in life. He didn’t want to step away. Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

“Be safe, okay?”

“I always am.”

“You’re not, though.”

He smiled, a real one this time. Tired and a little fragile.

“I will be today,” he said. “You’re here.”

She didn’t kiss him. Didn’t need to.

Just held his gaze for a second longer than anyone else ever did. And then let him go.

He turned away first, but only after she squeezed his hand.

Then let go, slowly, like it hurt, and walked away.

But he didn’t stop feeling her, not for the rest of the day.

She didn’t scream when he crossed the finish line.

Everyone else did, the garage erupted, people grabbing each other, radios blaring, team gear flying into the air, but she just stood there, hands to her mouth, eyes wide, frozen like her heart couldn’t catch up with what just happened.

He won.

He actually won.

The final lap had felt like a dream. Like something too fragile to touch. The way he held off the Ferrari, the precision of every corner, every braking zone, she’d never seen him like that. Sharp. Focused. Ruthless. Untouchable.

And then the radio crackled in the background, Lando’s voice hoarse and disbelieving:

“Monaco, baby!”

“P1, mate. That’s a win. That’s a win.”

It hit her all at once. The noise, the relief, the tears she hadn’t even realised were welling up in her eyes. Her fingers were shaking. Her throat ached.

People were yelling, hugging, climbing the pit wall.

And then, through it all, she saw him, helmet in one hand, suit half unzipped, running.

Not walking.

Not smiling for the cameras.

Running. Straight past every mic and mechanic, eyes scanning the crowd like he couldn’t breathe until he found her.

And then he did.

He didn’t slow down. Just pulled her into his arms with a desperate kind of urgency, like he was trying to hold onto something real before it slipped away.

His body was warm against hers, solid and steady, grounding him. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, thudding like a drum beneath her hand.

His forehead dropped to her temple, breath ragged and uneven.

“You’re my luck,” he whispered, voice thick. “I needed you here."

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice low and trembling just a little.

She looked up, searching his eyes as if she was measuring the truth behind the question.

“Yes,” she breathed.

His hands moved gently, one slid from her waist up to cup the back of her neck, fingers threading into the loose strands of hair there. The other settled on her hip, steady and grounding.

He leaned in slowly, letting the moment stretch between them, the noise of the crowd fading to a dull hum.

Their lips met, soft, tentative at first, before the quiet urgency beneath it pulled them closer. His touch was careful but certain, his hands holding her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

When they finally parted, his forehead stayed pressed against hers, breath mingling.

No words were needed. Everything they hadn’t said was there, in the lingering warmth of his hands, the steady beat of their hearts, and the way they fit together like something real finally taking shape.

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ynusername there's no peace like you 🤍

user24 they're GONE. they are in LOVE.

user25 i need what they have desperately

The city outside was quiet now. Monaco’s usual hum of traffic and distant laughter had faded into soft whispers carried by the cool night breeze. Inside his apartment, the low light cast golden pools across the room, softening the edges of everything.

She was curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, the one with the faint smell of leather and motor oil that somehow smelled like home. The sleeves swallowed her hands, and she kept pulling them tighter around her fingers, like holding onto the fabric might hold back all the noise and chaos of the day.

He stood in the kitchen, absently stirring his tea, but his eyes never left her. The way she sat there, small and a little vulnerable, made his chest tighten with something he wasn’t ready to name.

He took a slow, deliberate step toward the couch, the quiet creak of his shoes barely noticeable, but in this stillness, it felt like thunder.

Sitting down beside her, he let his shoulder brush against hers. The contact was small, but it made her still. His fingers twitched, almost like they wanted to reach out but were waiting for permission.

When he finally did, his hand slid over hers, thumb brushing her knuckles softly. She didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers curled around his, tentative at first, then firmer, as if she was afraid to let go.

“You were incredible today,” she said, voice soft, almost a whisper, like she was telling a secret just to him.

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and warm. “I only raced hard because I wanted you to see it.”

Her eyes met his, wide and shimmering in the soft light. “I saw everything. You were...unstoppable.”

The way she looked at him, like he was the only thing she’d been waiting for, made his throat tighten. He shifted just enough to wrap an arm around her, pulling her a little closer without breaking the fragile calm.

She leaned into him, her head resting lightly against his chest, breath warm and steady. He could feel the rise and fall of her breathing, a quiet rhythm that somehow slowed the pounding of his own heart.

For a while, they sat like that, wrapped in the kind of silence that didn’t need filling. The soft glow of the lamp, the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the leather on his jacket, the comforting weight of her body against his, all of it made everything else fade away.

She lifted her head just enough to look up at him, eyes full of something that made his heart catch.

“Stay with me,” she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb tracing the line of her jaw with infinite care.

“Always,” he said, voice low and sure.

He leaned down slowly, brushing his forehead against hers, savoring the small heat between them. His fingers tangled in her hair, gentle and possessive, holding her close as their lips met in a kiss that was soft but full of everything they hadn’t said yet, hope, fear, promise, and something dangerously like love.

When they finally parted, they stayed close, foreheads touching, breaths mingling in the quiet night.

And in that stillness, surrounded by the calm after the storm, they found a kind of peace neither had been expecting, but both desperately needed.

I actually can't, I had to redo this at least ten times. But anything for the grind. Essentially, I never sleep! Anyways, as always, let me know if you have suggestions or requests for anything else! Also, if you want to join the taglist, as well!!

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[killishin]

— ♡ my pretty neighbour.

PART 02.

PAIRING: jason todd x witch! reader

CONTENT WARNING: afab reader, blood, violence, alcohol, mention of assaults, death, mentions of pet abuse, a bit gory and graphic details, more to be added.

CATEGORY: shit ton of fluff and sfw, maybe angst?

SUMMARY: a witch trying her best to lay low and live her life, while being out of every gothams vigilante's radar. turns out red hood had been her neighbour all along. also they have cute little pets.

WC: 4.8k

A/N: im sorry for taking so long 😭 i edited it in a rush so i hope there aren't much mistakes.

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dividers by @cursed-carmine

this isn't your room.

you don't realise where you are until your eyes stop at the teenager sitting on the floor, while two other bodies lay limp in between you both.

you slowly gain clarity. the room becomes clearer, familiar. the teenager becomes familiar.

ah, that is you. this is your childhood room. not just your room, but your hell.

the teenager you looks down, eyes aching and red from all the tears shed and those still unshed. red— or black? you don't know which but that is the colour you see on the young teenager's hands.

no— your hands.

your parents are the ones dead on the floor, just like they were on that day, limp and so very pale. your younger version looks up at you, those panicked and guilty eyes turn scornful.

"your fault! you did this!"

your heart stabs with that same guilt, the same guilt that you know doesn't belong in your heart.

"its not."

the teenager's red rimmed eyes start filling with black, soon becoming obsidian. so dark and hollow, absolutely lifeless. yet you feel the anger behind them.

"you killed them! you killed them!"

"i did not."

your replies come weak and quiet— you want to scream and yell that you didn't, convince and hug your younger self that none of you did anything wrong.

"but you did, sweet pea." that scratchy voice came. the one you hate— the one actually responsible for the guilt that you carry.

suddenly you're that little teenager again, hands shaking and body paralysed. the figure before you isn't clear yet you know who she is.

"don't worry , granny is here. you did absolutely fantastic. you're better than them, better than my expectations." her wrinkly hands touched your face and her pointy nails dug in your cheeks, drawing the same blackish blood that you drew out from your parents.

you squirmed and thrashed— or you didn't? you don't know. all you can feel is her hands tainting you deep in your soul, the soul that ties the nature to you.

"you're perfect. everything your parents could never be."

your cheeks starting aching, and you desperately wanted to get her hands off. but you can't. you can't.

"you can hide, little one." her words started becoming muffled just as her eyes became clearer. they were blacker than her soul, evil and disgusting— and you could feel your soul mirroring hers.

" but granny is always somewhere close, don't worry."

you woke up with a loud gasp, the candles in your room suddenly blazing, illuminating the room with a fierce light. sweat coated your forehead and the skin above your lips, your heart pounding just like your head.

you looked down at your hands, but they're normal. suddenly you feel someone lightly push you and upon looking up you see alfred, his sad eyes looking at you worriedly. you're sure he's the one who woke you up, as he always does.

you smiled weakly as you slowly raised your shaky hands and pat his back before hugging him. "the crazy bitch strikes again. no worries. we're fine." you joked, despite yourself.

you knew these weren't just silly recurring nightmares, those were those little warnings she sent your way. hoping to find you. the nightmare lasted longer.

she's finding you fast.

"come on alfred lets go." you tap the tip of your shoes before taking hold of the leash, looking down at alfred with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. your hands were still a bit weak, is why you needed to be in a place with greenery. which is hard to come by in gotham. the robinson park is huge, but so littered. still thats the only place you can go.

its dawn right now. best time to jog out the stress of the stupid nightmare.

it takes some time to reach the park but the air helped you calm down a bit. you let alfred off his leash once you reach the park and lean down to pat him.

"alright let's see who runs fast." his ears perk up, alert and incredibly energized. you wished it was mutual because you do not, at all, have any energy this early in the morning.

"go!" both of you bolt, you lag behind by a lot at first before catching up to him, though you're still behind by a bit.

even as your lungs ache, your legs tire out like they might just burst, you push yourself. you always do, as if breaking yourself in someway might shed the tiniest part of your past. and at the moment the nightmare clung to you like a second skin, you needed it off.

eventually you decide it is enough otherwise your legs might just turn to jelly. "stop. stop alfred!" you yelled and jogged to a stop. you hunch forward, hands on your knees as you pant loudly.

you closed your eyes as you centered yourself, feeling the wind wrapping around you, feeling your blood rush and roar in your veins. alfred pushed his snout towards the side of your face, panting but not because of exhaustion, he was enjoying himself.

you scratched alfred before looking around through squinted eyes, locating a quiet corner that has a bit more greenery. upon finding one you walk over there and sit down criss cross.

nature is required for your powers to flow through much easier, the more trees and air the better. you have potted plants in your apartment but they are still just small plants, they can't channel your power as efficiently as needed. witches are dependent of nature, a part of them. staying away from the source takes a toll on them, and living in a place as polluted as gotham really hinders your energy.

but you're kinda on the run so you can't exactly whine, not to mention broke too.

simple spells don't require the need for any source, the body is enough. but big spells which are delicate and complicated, they need a good amount of energy. and that is why you're here. not only do you need to replenish your energy, you need to put on a bigger protective spell on you and alfred.

alfred simply awaits, knowing the routine by heart. you pick up a stick and bring it close to your lips before mumbling a few ancient words softly and throwing it far from you.

but the stick levitates, it dances in the air as if held by someone invisible. alfred leaps towards it but misses as the stick swishes away. that would keep him occupied for a good few minutes.

closing your eyes, you straighten your spine and relax your body. your ears tune out every noise of the city from the horn of the cars to the squabble of people passing by, until all you could hear was alfred's joyful barks at a distance.

the leaves softly ruffled around you, the trees bowed and the wind danced around your skin, a warm welcome. they like you a lot, the spirits and the trees. the trees are much more like those cute old grannies who love to gossip.

you hear their whisper, you hear their concern. you feel their power surge from your fingertips to the cells in your heart. you feel the power circulate inside you in a calm rhythm, a seperate heartbeat.

when connected with the nature, one does not need to voice out their doubts and concern, the nature knows already. instantly your mind is filled with a burst of information, all very opinionated and judgy. they have felt traces of thelma, your evil grandmother, on the outskirts of gotham. they collectively hate thelma.

but traces are all they can offer, thelma covers her tracks well.

but so do you, after all, you are her blood. as unfortunate as that is.

you sigh out in mild exasperation before opening your palms, facing the sky. a stronger spell is in order.

your lips began mumbling verses of a spell, all ancient words of a forgotten language in a voice that is not exactly yours. your eyes suddenly shot open, yet they're all but white and grey. the trees around you bowed down, hiding you.

protection spells take time, and they're the most boring kind. but you'd take a boring spell over an evil, obsessed and ugly granny any day.

you just hope you're strong enough to hide.

it is quite late when you come back home, and a quite shitty day at work. less staff, more rude customers. your smile was bound to break, and so you had engaged in a very loud argument. it resulted in a public reprimand from your manager, but you don't just accept a humiliation. you made sure that rude man tripped all the way to his home. just a small spell.

"yes. yes i know." you sighed, quietly cussing out your manager who was still explaining the importance of 'respecting customers, even if they are assholes'.

"your voice isn't clear— hello? what did you say?"

the reception was always bad near the staircase. your annoyance slowly bubbled up as you gritted your teeth while hurriedly ascending the stairs.

"i said i know!" you raised your voice a bit, hoping she hears some of it.

"what?"

"I said—"

"hello?"

"i SAID I KNOW GODDAMIT!" you yelled as you reached your floor, thats when you hear that offended gasp from the other side.

"did you just yell at me?"

"what? no—" you pinch the bridge of your nose, placating your anger, "no i thought you couldn't hear me."

"im not deaf." she replied back sharply.

"yes‐ yes of course." you roll your eyes as before pulling your phone away from your ear. enough of that bullshit, you aren't taking that stress in your home.

"so as i was saying—"

"hello? hello? mrs. davis i can't hear you-"

"but i can? hello? can y—"

"hellooo? oh nooo my phone died." you feigned a whine before hanging up aggressively. "fuckin' chatterbox." you mumbled before fetching out your key.

"can you be less louder please?"

you threw your keys right where the noise— no where the voice came from, while backing up against the wall with widened eyes and a string of curses spitting from your lips, akin to a cat jumping away.

the keys hit jason right in his face before dropping on the floor with a thump that shouldn't be as loud as it was, but maybe its your embarrassment playing tricks on your ears. a loud silence engulfed the two of you, a pissed off jason with his hair as messed up as a bird's nest while giving you the most unimpressed, deadpanned look you'd ever seen.

"you scared me."

"oh i did?"

his eyes were all squinty and puffy and thats when you realized. he looks like he was sleeping, judging from his state, it looked like the man had been asleep for eons.

the embarrassment was quick to be shoved aside as an amused grin found its way on your lips. you kept a hand on your hip and leaned on one side in a cocky pose.

"so the tea helped huh?" you drawled out teasingly, and a shiver ran down his spine, pulling him out of his sleepy haze.

he truly abhors that sickeningly sweet voice. right, he does.

"what tea?" he replied far too quick and his lips pressed into a thin line at his poor lie, scowling at your widened grin.

"you're welcome, jay."

"its jason to you." he quipped in irritation, rolling his eyes so he wouldn't have to look into your eyes. they strangely make his knees weak. he does not like that.

but the teas did help. he wasn't sure at first, he'd let it collect dust in the cabinet he shoved away. but a couple of rough nights and awful nightmares later, he had to turn to it. and it worked like a charm. he hasn't had that good of a sleep... ever maybe. it was dreamless but warm, his muscles felt so relaxed to the point it was mush when he woke up. his usually muddled mind is clearer, well it was until he heard you yelling outside.

"cranky. that's what a good sleep does to you? i expected poetic confessions pouring out those beautiful lips. but cranky is fine too. still sexy." you said dramatically, feigning a defeated sigh and he almost let out a chuckle. almost.

"you call me cranky but it was you who was yelling like a banshee. who pissed you off?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as if the notion of someone bothering you gave him great comfort and entertainment.

"trust me banshee do not sound so kind." you scoffed, muttering under your breath while he just raised a brow. you huffed as you shook your head dismissively while unlocking the door.

"just an annoying boss." you replied vaguely, not just because you wanted your life to remain as obscure as possible, but you genuinely did not want to talk much about it. again, no work stress in the sanctity of your home.

"so someone can get under your nerves huh?" jason wondered out loud, deliberately, sarcasm oozing out of him, "thought you were immune to that. considering that's basically what you do."

you huff out a strained laugh, a little offended by his quip but a huge part of you was thrilled by this petty side of him.

"oooh the tea gave you audacity too hm?" your lips pulled into a saccharine smile, yet it was more taunting than that.

"always had it."

"oh you did?" your brows furrow and that fire of a challenge burnt into a flame in your heart. "the pretty neighbour has a bite hm?" you murmured incredibly quiet, a slow sensual touch in your voice as you put your keys and bag on the table before stepping out the confines of your home and into the hallway.

your steps were slow, not cautious but daring, you were sure your feet were quiet yet the thump of your heel rung loud in his ears. his smile wavered just a bit, his eyes darkened shades. the bright bluish green was now the colour of the depths of the ocean. yet the depths had no roar, no confidence. they were nervous instead.

you stopped until your bodies were separated by nothing but a sliver of gap, another taunt of yours, another challenge to him. its a show of your control, and he does not like the way his heart races at that.

"what happened?" you pouted as your brows furrowed, raising your hand, your fingers reached as if to brush his cheeks. his arms that were crossed against his chest tightened, his fist clenched and his eyes flared.

noticing those slight movements your pout immediately melted into a wide grin, mocking and pleased. your hands moved in the air, as if caressing his cheeks but they didn't touch, not once.

and yet he felt it, he felt the gentle breeze of air like it was the pad of your thumb. he felt it all and nothing at the same time.

his mind staggered, blood rushed, heart hammered in confusion, edging closer and closer to insanity. he was quiet and stoic on the outside but an embarrassing mess inside, and he didn't even know why. he couldn't comprehend— couldn't think. not a word could be formulated in his mind, much less say a word.

"cat got your tongue? i liked it when you were mouthy." you mused and his eyes narrowed, he gulped subtly but it was not at all subtle.

"this is pathetic." he groans internally, laments at his poor choice of a comeback, praying to time to reverse so he can think of something better.

you laugh, hearty and sensual but genuinely amused. you knew exactly what you were doing, confusion and delusion of touch? its all the works of spells.

"sure, jay, sure."

"i said—"

"hm what, jay?"

" stop that."

"what? jay is nice—"

"its jason."

"— jay is pretty. jay is sexy—"

"stop."

"jay is a little blushy baby. jay has nice lips—

and he takes a step, hands dropping , chest almost touching. he tilts his head down as he leans towards you, while his elbow rests on the wall.

"one of these days you're gonna regret getting under my nerves." he muttered quietly, stoic and serious, as if he has yet again under control. he notices the way you slightly back your head away, lips parting in genuine surprise.

you're flustered.

the tension that had been simmering was suffocating now. you were sure your embarrassing heart's rapid pace reached his ears, while he worried the same. both of your eyes locked onto each other's, daring the other to do something.

and that's when—

"meow."

you look down to see his cat politely paw at your legs, rubbing and nudging her head.

"oh there's miss pearl." you said, as if she was just another friend of yours. you looked up and gave him a cheeky smile, "finally someone who likes me."

"she tolerates you." you were about to kneel down when pearl's attention was diverted. you looked back, thinking maybe its alfred that got her attention but she simply hisses past him.

your brows furrow a bit while alfred tilts his head in question. to your utter surprise and confusion, she jumps up on your couch and begins sniffing the grimoire thats veiled as a normal classic literature book. her head tilts this way and that, pawing at it, poking it before finally she laid down beside it, paws tucked beneath.

jason didn't know whether to be utterly mortified at his cat's duality or click pictures and set that as his new wallpaper.

"she loves me." you drawled smugly as you sauntered inside your apartment with jason following behind, eyes narrowed as if he believes it all to be an illusion.

you closed the door before switching on the lights to the kitchen. just as you did, the kitchen sprang to life. dishes being washed and dried by some invisible power. its not an invisible power, its your spell. you've put around spells all around your little apartment that spring into action upon getting triggered. the light switch was the trigger in the kitchen. it had become a habit to switch on the light to the kitchen so by the time you're done showering, there isn't a chore left here.

but jason can't know that.

your heart almost leaps to your throat as your legs scattered around, mumbling spells and knocking down the levitating cloths and sponge. it resulted in a huge chaotic noise which you tried to cover from your awkward laugh.

"is everything okay?" jason asked, straining his head to look into your kitchen from the living room, where he was sitting on the floor.

"yeah. yeah absolutely— just im a ditz." you called out before wincing at your words. you walked past him and into your room, but jason, having had taken adequate amount of pictures was staring at how you've decorated your place.

he had not really seen much when he first barged in your home, but now that he has the time he's learning that not only are you eccentric, your home is too. yet not in a bad way, its gothic in a sense but homey. cosy. there are a lot of potted plants near your window, creepers and climbers everywhere on the window. books are everywhere, in every cabinet he could see, even on the table, some on the sofas. there are a lot of recipe books, he reckons you are a chef.

"you want something? a drink or some snacks?" you inquire from your bedroom, pulling out a change of clothes before going into the bathroom.

"hm— no. no im fine." he replied and smiled at alfred who softly tackled him.

while jason is playing with alfred you wash your face and feet, but as you dry your face your hands still. it is quite interesting for pearl to be attracted to your grimoire. most animals do have some affinity to sniff out small magic, after all, their senses are far better than a human's. still, pure magic is not something even they can detect, unless they are familiars.

familiars are like witches, they can channel magic on their own. it might be of smaller magnitude compared to a human witch, but it shouldn't be underestimated. every witch has a familiar, well most witches.

alfred is not a familiar, at least he wasn't born one. repeated exposure has made his senses open to magic, he can detect pure magic but he cannot wield or channel it.

now Pearl's behavior raises a question, is she a familiar or had she been exposed to magic for long?

you exit your bathroom to see alfred sprawled on jason, who by the way, has the most content look on his face. sure you have not seen much of the guy but with the way he always wears a scowl on his face, you doubt he has frequent moments of joy.

pearl on the other hand looks relaxed, almost as if she's sleeping.

"that is new to me." jason remarked quietly, not wanting to break this moment of peace, "she has a hard time sleeping."

"hmm." you walk into your kitchen to get water boiling in the kettle while pulling out a tea bag, "have you taken her to the vet?"

"of course." he replied back, rolling his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious course of action, "they say she's perfectly healthy and strong."

now that strengthens your doubts.

"that is.. strange." you mused as you dip your tea bag in your cup of hot water and walk back into the room. you sit on an arm chair before crossing your begs and dipping the tea bag.

"when did you adopt her?" you asked as you sip your tea, and his eyes narrow a bit but he withholds his doubts, thinking maybe there's a reason to all this questioning.

"I've had her since she was a kitten. found her on the side of a pavement with some scratches. she was shivering from all the rain." he recalled as he looked back on pearl, extending a hand to brush pearl's spine.

ah, a familiar then.

you had to bite back a smile, it had been years since you had seen a familiar in the city. it was as if finding a kindred spirit.

grimoires, like nature, is also a source of pure magic. no wonder pearl feels relaxed around it, poor girl's recharging.

"that is sad." you said quietly before clearing your throat. "what about alfred?" jason asked, raising a brow at you. he knows pet owners often bond over questions about their pet, yet he has a feelings there's more to these questions than you're letting on.

"oh." your gaze breaks from pearl and meets his, "i rescued him. he had... horrible parents." you smiled stiffly, and Jason's mood immediately soured. there's nothing more disgusting than a bunch of undeserving, piece of shit humans who abuse helpless little pets.

"but he's happy and strong now. keeps the creeps away when i take him on a walk." you said, lightening the mood as you sip your tea again before putting it down on the coffee table.

"i can see that." he murmured as he looked down at alfred, "say jason, do you like plants?" you enquire with a smile as you sit back in your chair, subtly raising your index finger, your eyes back on pearl.

"uh.. i mean sure why?" he asked, a bit perplexed at the sudden randomness of your words. magic hovered over pearl's fur, thats when she opened an eye lid, looking right at you before you felt something else push your magic way.

that earned a smile right out of you and you looked at jason with a grin, while his doubts of you having a few screws loose was solidified.

"I've decided to gift you a plant." you said as you immediately get up and walk to your balcony, where the tall plants are kept.

you were about to let your magic do the heavy lifting but again, realised jason is normal. you sighed, as pretty and fun as he is, human company can be rather limiting.

"um jay? can you lend me a hand here?"

"i don't need a plant—" he huffed as he got up and followed you to the balcony, giving you a half hearted glare. "and again, its jason."

"put those muscles to use and lift that please." you said sweetly while pointing to the vase of flowering maple.

for a moment he simply glared at you, for a sweet voice, your words can be awfully biting and cheeky.

he should not like that.

"i said i don't—"

"please?"

"listen—"

"jason." you said as you suddenly neared him, your face way too close to his and that made him stagger back, colliding with the sliding door.

"alright fine! stop getting in my personal space." he huffed as he lifted the plant with ease, and it made you a bit jealous, that would have surely made your arms quake.

"you're the one being stubborn."

"right."

"do you realise you complain a lot?"

"i'm still holding this."

"its not heavy for you."

"listen sweetheart im not much of an environmentalist so i wouldn't mind dropping this vase." he said cheekily as he moved his hands a bit outside the railing of your balcony. that made your smile drop.

"asshole."

"finally you realised."

you walked out and opened your door, noticing pearl jumping down the sofa and following both of you.

he shifted the vase to siddle up on his hip while holding it with one arm, fetching the keys with the other hand and unlocking his door.

"put the vase beside wherever pearl sleeps usually or in your balcony." you said though he gave you an irritated and confused glare he followed your instructions quietly.

the huge vage with its orange flowers looked odd at first in his desolate home. unlike yours, his had minimal to no aesthetic. the only colourful objects were pearl's toys. but, he had quite an amount of books.

he puts a hand on his hip as he observes the vase, trying to find sense in why he's doing what you're saying.

"tell me again, whats the purpose of this?" he questioned sarcastically, the thin press of his lips indicate just how unimpressed and little faith he has in your...shenanigans.

"you'll see." you said, smiling sweetly but your mysterious answer only aggravated him more.

"it better not be cursed."

you scoff quietly, like him being a human could do anything about a curse.

"wait." your brows furrowed before your gave him a toothy grin, and he almost groaned at the realisation.

"you called me sweetheart—"

"piss off."

"no signs of any victims yet." robin, aka damian wayne aka little demon, reported down the comms line while jason stared down at the streets of gotham along with him.

"can we stop calling them victims? they're all criminals anyway." jason scoffed and oracle smiled at his remark.

"till now. the actual criminal can aim for innocents too." batman's monotonous voice came in, dry and bored from having the same conversation again.

"that is your assumption, which, looking at the facts, is not based. im telling you we're wasting our time—"

"we operate mostly on assumptions. if we start assuming the good in everyone i don't think we'd be good at our jobs." oracle replied back and jason scowled.

"yeah yeah join his party, whatever."

"why is that man howling?" robin questioned in slight confusion, staring down the top of the building. jason peeked down and saw a man falling face down before crying loudly.

"what the actual fuck?"

after reaching down and scaring the daylights out of the already crying man, they found out a rather... odd thing. the man has been tripping since hours at every step he takes, and he can't reach his home.

"come again? " oracle asked, her brows furrowed into a frown at the words being said by jason.

"uh yeah. the man's tripping."

"jason."

"hey that's what's happening! he said he could walk fine before, but ever since he left this cafe he has been tripping all the way." jason said dryly as he really does not believe that, but the man doesn't seem to be on drugs or alcohol either.

"are you.. are you sure?"

jason sighed before looking behind his shoulder where a very agitated robin is commanding the poor man to walk.

"JUST WALK OLD MAN!"

"i can't." wailed the old man, as he yet again, tripped and fell face flat.

"WALK!"

"I CAN'T!"

"i am about to break his knee caps since he CLEARLY can't use his legs right—"

jason heaved a sigh as he pulled a barking robin back by his collar, "this is very, very strange."

"magic." batman remarked gravely and Jason's mouth pulled into a disbelieving frown.

"what?"

"our criminal here is a magic user."

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You guys won't believe the amount of times I rewrote the plot for this... Tags: Handjob, nipple play, basically him receiving, small self-harm threats in his narrative, mommy kink~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Crybaby yandere who had a hard time stopping the tears—blinking through his blurry vision to make out the television screen. Failing to distract his mind from its sad thoughts. Pushing the jealousy away over and over again to no result.

He embraced the plushy cushion tight, resting his head on another. The fabric dampened from the salty crystals falling from his eyes. What went wrong with him? Why did he have to be this way? So unbelievably pathetic. It made his head painfully heavy.

He decided to try and think gratefully—you wouldn't want him to be sad this whole time. Even if you were taking an awful amount of time to get back... (He gave up on calculating the minutes due to his hatred for math.)

His teardrops felt lighter, his shoulders releasing their tension as he let out an exhale. His nose sniffed the sweet smell of your shirt hugging his body. A smile making its way on his face as he looked away from the nature documentary to a photo of you. Hearts in his half-lidded eyes while he mumbled your name with a sigh. He couldn't wait until you got back home. 

As soon as you turned the knob—before you could even set a foot in—he jumped into your arms. Weakly squeezing your torso, and moaning about how he was literally dying without you. Stumbling over his words of how he was going INSANE without you. Rubbing his face against your chest like a dumb little thing, not one single thought in his brain other than needing to be with you. 

“Awww, I missed you too, baby. I hope you weren't too bored. Mwah!”

He let out a loud, suggestive sound, getting dizzy from just a kiss on his head. Your affectionate voice was the best thing he had ever heard in his life. The sweet nickname rolling of your tongue making his stomach flip and twist in all the nicest ways possible.

"I, uh, put something to watch and e-entertained myself... I- Is that okay?"

You smiled with knitted brows, the word 'entertained' had a secret double meaning that he didn't know you were aware of. He was slowly coming out of his insecure shell, you didn't want to embarrass him by how you watched him hump your pillow and cream his pants. "Sure... Yeah. Why wouldn't it be? As long as you're happy, I'm happy..."

He was so lucky to have you. So unaware of how deep his obsession with you was. Did you really think you could hang out with other people when you were dating someone like him? Touching and laughing and looking at other people that weren't him. He may not be able to hurt others, but didn't you know he could be dangerous to himself? You haven't seen how unstable and artful he could get. Didn't you know better than to leave him by himself without baby-proofing the house?

“Ow, ow...! Tight. Can you let go, hon?”

You could barely move with how his hold got tighter and tighter until his grip suffocated you. Your weak, frail boyfriend hurting you was something that never crossed your mind. Hand clenching around the bag of sweets you forgot to mention to him. He obediently stepped back after you spoke. Hands digging into the baggy pyjamas pants he stole from your closet.

You laughed when he cried happy tears about the candy when he looked inside it. Popping one of the strawberry ones into his mouth. He looked like a wreck. Bangs covering his puffy eyes, his fluffy hair sticking in various directions. Nothing unusual when his pondering left him a red nose and chapped lips. He looked at you with a fervent need in his eyes, wanting to feel you, opening his mouth only to close it again. Muttering "please" and showing you one of his cutest pouts. 

Grabbing your boyfriend, you pressed him against the entrance door. The bag dropping from his hand when you suddenly kissed him. He immediately turned flustered, red-faced at how you put your arms around him. You would feel pretty silly if it wasn't for how he melted like the candy in his mouth. His hands clutching your shirt and opening his mouth wider to share the taste of strawberry.

He offered his neck to you as you pulled away, tilting his head to the side, begging you over and over to mark him up—show that you own him. He wanted to feel some sort of possessiveness after being away from you for sososo long. Why couldn't you be crazy over him? Lock him up in your shared room and just make out with him until he fainted?

He moaned loudly in response to your bites. Whimpering with every lick and tugging down his shirt to give you more space to mark, exposing his collarbone and his shoulders for more. Sniffles making its way to his speech as he began to cry. Hands intertwining with yours in between your beating hearts—heat warming up his icy fingers.

“C-can we continue this in the b-bedroom? Mmm?” He hiccuped, hands still gripping yours lovingly. You pecked his lips and pulled his dizzy body with you.

You finally convince him with honeyed words to take his pants off. Lots and lots of reassurance, convincing, and kisses—until it finally worked. Greedy with praises he loved to hear so much, he felt safe enough to undress to his boxers. Leaning his back into your chest and sighing into your arms happily. His crimson face hidden from your view. The way your breath brushed his ear gave him chills.

Your fingers stroked his bare chest for a bit—loving the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips—before you went lower to the waistband of his shorts. “Um… H-hold on. I want you, um, to touch me, I really do but… hic!” Soft tears fell from his lashes. His shaky hand brought the blanket over to his bulged lower half. Still covering himself when he said he wouldn’t. Still hiding away from you when you sought him. 

“You're awfully self-conscious.” You finish the sentence for him, noticing how uneasy he looked. Guilt swimming in his gaze while he chewed on his lip. Sure, ‘guilt’. He acted as if he had no idea how he did to you. Teasing you unfairly—when you knew he could be shameless all alone. But you decided to play his game. “Well, how about a compromise? I'll touch you while you're under the sheets.”

He hummed in thought. Shifting his eyes to the ground like this was a hard decision for him. Sniffing and mumbling a meek, “Mm, okay.” 

His legs spread wide as took off his boxers. Down where you couldn't see, your imagination pulling you to curious places. It took a lot of patience being with him. Maybe he was pushing you to the edge on purpose, until you snapped and used him to your liking. 

“Y-you can go ahead now… Hic… I'm ready. Haa… Be gentle please.” 

Your hands landed on his waist, slowly and slowly making their way up instead of down. You knew him pleading with you to be gentle meant he was already close, but you weren't going to give him that satisfaction after how bad he had been acting. After all the time you spent trying to get him to open up.

“W-what are you doing?” he squeaked. Goosebumps irritating the skin of his tense stomach as your fingers touched under his shirt. You kept your tone calm, a complete contrast to his shaky moans. “Just touching you. You wanted me to touch you, right?”

A loud cry escaped his throat when your fingers circled around his nipples. The contact immediately making them harden under your touch. He dragged out a whine while you tugged and twisted them. "Please— F-f-fuck~ P-please don't tug so hard! Mmgh! J-just.. Hahh.. Don't t-tug it at all!" 

“How long are you gonna keep me away?” You questioned. New teardrops penetrated his eyes and blurred his vision. Not like he could keep his eyes open anyway. Furrowing his brows and holding onto the bedsheets. Your touches were never harsh—but its pleasure was so overwhelming, it hurt. “How long until you finally start being honest?”

"I d-don't know what you're saying…! Mmm, no… no… Fuck! I d-don't know... please! Please. Please. Pleeeeease!"

You finally stop pulling his poor nipples, soothing them by rubbing circles. "I want to get to know you more. You barely open up about… your preferences." You breathed a tired sigh. Letting your hands drop to your thighs. "I don't want to pressure you or anything. I'm sorry. We can stop."

He panicked, "no, no, no... Please don't- Don't apologize...! I love you, hic, I love you so much! I never meant to make you upset, hic! Please don't be upset with me... I'll get over my fear. I'll do anything! Hic, please..."

Putting your hands back on his body, he threw the blanket away in a swift motion. Not even hesitating this time. He was unexpectedly big. His long throbbing cock coated in hot precum. It was... a really arousing sight. (Guess you should play with his nipples more). You thought that he was scared because of not being enough, yet surely that couldn't possibly be true.

It felt most times you didn't know him—who he truly is. What questionable tactics he will use get you to stay. A sort of long term play you didn't quite understand used to influence you. But... you couldn't bring yourself to care at this moment.

"W-what? You've gone all quiet." You swore you heard a bit of smugness in his tone when he whispered in your ear. His head leaned back on your shoulder while he breathed your name in a groan. Your fingers grazing his thighs as he continued to grab you. Rubbing circles around your wrist while he placed both of your hands around his member. "Please... I'm so close, mommy..."

"Ah?" You gasped when you felt the sticky substance pouring out of him. The heat burning your palm while you slowly stroked him up and down. Trying to get used to the feeling of him.

"Why didn't you stay after you caught me moaning your name, mommy? Why didn't you just fuck me?" He whined sadly. A droplet of tear falling on your arm, his crying beginning again. "Your poor babyboy was so frustrated. Mm, why couldn't you ditch your stupid friends...? Hngh, leaving me all alone..."

You swallowed. Eyes mesmerizing by the way his hips moved to chase release, how you tightened your grip around his flesh without intention, how he kept going after shooting out thick ropes of come—painting your hands and the sheets white.

"Fuuck, I need more... s-so much more... hic! Mommy, please, pretty please! Nngh... Your panties in my pocket are not enough anymore. Hic... I need more... More! Pleaaaaase..."

Your lips were captured by his in a kiss. His whimper vibrating from his mouth to yours, drool and spit exchanged between you. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when he continued overstimulating himself. Hungry for more toe-curling orgasms from you.

"Oh, my baby... Of course I'll give you more."

He sobbed while you kissed his wet eyes, finally snapping out of your trance. Your finger stroking the veins on his fat twitching cock, thumb rubbing the red tip, smearing it with more gooey liquids. It was fascinating how more kept coming. You sucked on his earlobe while you picked up your pace.

Maybe you should've questioned what happened more—like how he suddenly broke into your home and started living with you—yet it felt like nothing mattered other than him feeling amazing. With the way he kept moaning out "Ah, fuck mommy! Please, don't stop," you were prepared to go at it all night.

[rainrot4me]

Headcanons of how the pastas would kill reader? Like they still love reader but orders

I know not everyone here is under Slender’s control, but for the sake of this little thingy imagine some higher power is forcing them to… or whatever you want lol

๑ Warning: Murder, weapons, death, talking to a corpse

── .✦

✦ . JEFF THE KILLER

Jeff is trembling the second Slender orders it. He tries to grin, to hold up the knife with the same wild confidence, but his hands won’t stay steady. He gets close enough to smell you, to see your tears, and he’s talking fast, nervously, trying to make sense of it.

“C’mon… don’t look at me like that, okay? Don’t. You know I— I can’t say no. I can’t say no, baby.”

He pulls you in, practically hugging you while the blade kisses your ribs, whispering how sorry he is, how much he wanted to keep you safe. Jeff’s kill is usually violent and showy, but for you, he makes it quiet. Fast. He covers your mouth with his hand, not to silence you, but to soothe you, voice shaking the whole time, telling you “go to sleep” like a final goodbye. He’ll bury you somewhere only he knows.

✦ . TICCI TOBY

Toby is a wreck. He paces, tears as his skin and clothing, tries to argue with Slender, tries to argue with himself, but there’s no escaping the command. He apologizes before even lifting his hatchet, tears running over his cheeks in silence.

“I’m s-so sorry, I’m ss-so, so sor-sorry. I swear I— I didn’t wa-want tt-this.”

He holds your face, touches your hair, kisses your forehead. Then he takes one precise swing, practically as easy as cracking his knuckles, because he refuses to let you suffer. Afterward he’ll stay with your body, rocking back and forth, pressing his hands over the wound like he can somehow fix it, repeating “I’m so-sorry” until his throat gives out.

✦ . EYELESS JACK

Jack is cold on the outside, but you’d see it in the way he stalls—every second of hesitation is a silent scream. He lays you down gently, like a doctor preparing a patient.

“Forgive me. I need you to forgive me.”

He’ll do it with the least amount of pain possible, working with almost a surgeon’s care, but you’d see his shoulders shaking. After you slip away, he closes your eyes, stitches you back together, trying to make you look peaceful. He’d keep a lock of your hair tucked away, a tiny relic of what he couldn’t protect.

✦ . MASKY (TIM WRIGHT)

Masky goes dead silent. No quips, no growling, just a low, haunted stare as he fights the urge to refuse. But Slender’s commands eat away at him, leave him no room to think his own thoughts. His brain is a loud bang and siren of command.

“Don’t make me do this. Please… don’t make me do this.”

He puts you against his chest and cradles you, one last soft moment before he presses the knife in. He does it from behind, so you don’t have to see his face. He’ll hold on tight, feeling your heartbeat stutter against his arms, refusing to let you fall. After, he’d drag himself outside and sob until he’s hoarse, clawing at the dirt and mud and ruining the hands that ruined you.

✦ . HOODIE (BRIAN THOMAS)

Hoodie’s hands physically shake as he loads the gun, wishing he could put it to his own head instead. He gives you one last chance to run, even if Slender is watching, even is his head is splitting and his limbs feel like mush as he moves.

“Look away. Please… just look away from me.”

He takes the shot quickly, with perfect aim to end it clean, but his knees buckle afterward, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer. He won’t let anyone else touch your body—he’d wrap you in a blanket, bury you with his own two hands, and visit the grave every chance he gets.

✦ . KATE THE CHASER

Kate is stiff, hyper-focused, her trauma responses screaming as she tries to stay obedient. Her voice breaks as she gives you an order to lie down, tears hot and relentless on her cheeks.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You know that. I… I have to.”

She’ll hold your hand through it, blade sure and unhesitating once she starts—trained, efficient, but completely shattered inside. Afterward, she’d hide away for days, refusing to speak, replaying the moment over and over until it breaks her.

✦ . BEN DROWNED

Ben tries to glitch out of it, tries to break free, but can’t. He’s sobbing, shaking, every pixel of his corrupted heart in agony. Every time he teleports away, he’s immediately snapped back right in front of you, held down by an unnatural pressure.

“I love you. Please, please, please— I’m sorry.”

He takes you under, a digital drowning—he glitches your senses until you simply fade, sparing you pain. You’d hear his cries echoing even after your mind goes dark. Later he’d code an entire secret shrine in your honor, hidden inside a ROM no one else can find.

✦ . CLOCKWORK

Natalie is silent, face blank, but her hands tremble. She tries to talk you through it like a nurse with a dying patient, stuttering and rambling on and on to try and buy you both some time.

“You’re… gonna feel a pinch, sweetheart. That’s all.”

She knocks you out first with the hilt of her knife, makes sure you won’t suffer. Then a quick stab of the serrated blade through your heart. She’d sob after, nearly vomiting, and carve your initials into her own thigh as a way to punish herself, never letting herself forget. You’re all she draws for a year, until she starts to forget your face.

✦ . LAUGHING JACK

Lj tries to joke, to keep it silly, but you’d see the cracks. Tears run through his face paint, dripping down his chin, ruining his makeup.

“Come on, sugar, let’s make it a game, yeah? Don’t be scared…”

He gives you a balloon, a final silly gift, before using one of his razor-sharp claws to end it. He’ll cradle you after, weeping, pressing your lifeless body against his chest, promising you he’ll never let anyone forget how sweet you were.

✦ . NINA THE KILLER

Nina is shaking violently, smearing her eyeliner, screaming at Slender in frustration before she even comes near you, clawing at her chest and pulling her hair. It’s reminiscent of a tantrum.

“No. No no no no. Please, I love them, don’t do this to me!”

When she has no choice, she’ll hug you tight, bury her face in your shoulder, and do it as gently as she can, a quick stab straight through the ribs. She cries against your body afterward, swearing she’ll find a way to see you again.

✦ . HOMICIDAL LIU

Liu is eerily quiet, resigned, voice trembling. He fists his hands into his pants and drags his nails across his skin, leaving himself disheveled and shaking.

“I love you more than anything. That’s why I’m making it fast.”

He’d embrace you, press a soft kiss to your temple, and slide the blade into your back, so you never see it coming. He holds you until the end, breathing your name like a final prayer, then goes catatonic for days after.

✦ . JANE EVERLASTING

Jane stands still for a long time, tears spilling over her cheeks, as she tries to reconcile orders with her heart. She tries to talk herself down, to convince everyone and herself that this isn’t the answer. There’s no point.

“They don’t own me. But… they own you.”

She gives you a gentle push to lie down, brushes your hair away, and slides the blade into you quickly, whispering “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.” She’ll bury you somewhere beautiful, with fresh flowers every week.

✦ . X-VIRUS

Cody acts cold, but his face breaks right before he does it. He tries to hide his fear, his remorse, but you’ve always been able to see right through it all, so what’s the point. Maybe it’s a final act of defiance, trying to prove a point that things aren’t really changing.

“Don’t cry. Don’t… don’t do that, I can’t… I can’t stand it.”

He’d inject you with something to knock you out first, so you’d never feel the blade going in. Afterward, he’d keep your necklace, or a scrap of your clothes, and absolutely lose his mind in secret, breaking down in a way no one ever sees.

✦ . SLENDERMAN

Slender approaches you without emotion, but you can feel the anguish radiating off him like a pulsing heat. He holds you close, enveloping you in those shadows, almost as if to shield you from what he is about to do.

“It was never meant to be you,” you hear in your mind, his psychic voice fracturing, distorted with something like guilt. “Forgive me.”

He will make it painless. The tendrils slip around your throat and heart, still gentle, cradling you almost lovingly. You feel a moment of weightless cold, a pressure, then nothing. The forest takes you, its roots cradling your body, almost as an act of mercy.

꩜ .ᐟ

[montimer]

Tenna x [GN]reader

WARNING:There are bit suggestive parts!+bit of angst

He tries to impress you so you'll like him. He has to hear it, hear you say "I love you Tenna". He would be very happy if you told him how much you love and care for him. Will make him a bit less nervous.

Pull on his lil antennas, he loves it. Gets him super red but its worth it.

He loves your touch. Caress his screen, pet his head, hug him, hold him- you get the point.

Hold his head by the edge of his monitor. He's so touch starved, every bit of affection you show him gets him to a flustered mess.

He adores your kisses. Makes him feel cared for. Now a makeout makes him feel some other way that goes directly towards his pants.

Cuddle him in bed, it comforts him. He'll be your little spoon

Speaking of sizes, he is pretty tall. Depends on how tall are you but he'll definitely be taller even by a head. He can change his size depending on his mood. He might shrink, he might grew even taller. Might even tease you in his bigger form knowing you cant do anything but look at him with that adorable face of yours.

He is very energetic, moving around a lot. When feeling super excited he'll be spinning or jumping around you like a ballerina. He also loves to dance, he'll ask you to dance with him out of nowhere. Slow or fast it doesn't matter to him.

He calls you petnames like: Sweetheart, honey, darling, dear, my love and other cheese old names like that.

Do you like playing video games? Cuz he would love to watch you play, even play with you if the game let's him. But even so he loves to watch you 'perform' and will narrate or ask questions about it. He'll clap his hands and will compliment you when you win/achieve something.

He really loves to praise you. Tell you things he loves about you. Sometimes he just stares at you with a greedy look screaming "they are mine, they are really all mine". Guys just happy to be in the same room as you.

He switches from his narrator kinda self to his more goofy one far more often around you. He lets himself be honest with you.

Do you wanna be in his game show? Of course you do! He'll cheer for you the whole time. Even let's your bad answers pass and call you the star of the show.

Beneath his lively persona he is still insecure inside, and fear that you might abandoned him, leaving him all alone on his own. But you'd never leave him would you? His thoughts crash together. He has his nights when you have to hold him close and reassure him. Tell him he's not worthless or useless. He'll want, he'll need you to stay by his side all night. Wanna go to the toilet? Thats too damn bad. When he feels you moving away, your warmth leaving him, fear hits him, 'where are you going? Did you get tired of him, are you leaving and never coming back, back to his hold?'. He's grip around you becomes stronger, he might even start sobbing. His heart calms down once you quickly go back to hold him. He'll be so glad to see you by his side in the morning.

Despite being egoistic he has a kind heart, and even kinder for you. Your lil Tv headed boyfriend will make sure to keep you entertained and make you smile everyday!

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Him Coming Home From Military Service

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2025

⤜MASTERLIST

SEOKJIN:

The whole time during Jin's service, you were waiting for him at home, sending him letters and cute supply drops you knew he loved. He even had a few of your hoodies sprayed in your favourite perfume, so he would always smell you near him. To tease him a little, though, you told him you couldn't get the day off work to meet him on base, and he was understanding of it. But here you were.

Standing at the gates holding a handmade sign for him and a bag full of his favorite snacks for the car ride home. A smirk was on your face as you spotted him coming out from the gates, the moment he saw you your heart picked up. A giant grin spread over Jin's face as he launched himself in your direction, dropping his bag before practically wrapping himself around you in a tight bear hug.

"My beautiful angel, I missed you." He sighs, hiding his face in your neck as he buries himself in you. Taking in a deep breath of your scent needing to have it close to him.

"I missed you too, Jinnie." You whisper, relaxing completely against him as he continues to pull you tightly against his chest, you can feel his heart racing against your chest. 

"Let's get home, I want to cuddle and never move from the sofa again." He groans, kissing you all over your face.

YOONGI: 

Yoongi had been "home" all morning but he'd been busy with press releases and interviews he knew he had to get through before he came to meet you but all he wanted to do was get to you and kiss you. He made his way through the crowd after his last interview when he finally saw you. He wanted to act chill and tough but the moment he saw you he felt his tears building and once you hugged him it was all over. Yoongi eventually broke, tears running down his cheeks as he cried against you.

"I've got you, baby," You whisper, rubbing his back softly as he pushes his face into your shoulder. All he wanted was to bury himself under the covers and get lost in you all over again.

"My person. My home." He whispers in relief. You attempted to pull back from him but he clung to you a little longer. 

Yoongi didn't say a lot at first but all of his actions - refusing to let you go, constantly holding your hand, and cuddling to you. As well as slow dancing to playlists he made when he was doing his services - screamed actions of love that he had for you. 

HOSEOK: 

Jhope knew you were unsure if you were going to be able to make it to him coming out from the base but he wasn't angry. Things were chaotic at the minute with people being discharged and the media wanting a piece of him. He'd just finished talking with the media and was going through to a private area of the base to find his family but he saw you. Standing beside his mother talking to one another he felt the tears burning in his eyes,

"jagiya!" He yells as he sprints toward you, you barely have a chance to turn around before you stumble backward, J-hope wrapped himself around you.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," He cries, tears streaming down his face as he holds your face in his hands. As if he was trying to commit all of you to memory and you giggle through the tears.

"I missed you too, sunshine." You whisper before kissing him softly. His sister laughs a little as she looks at the scene in front of her,

"I think he missed you a lot more than he missed us," She teased before Hoseok opened one of his arms to bring her into the group hug.

The whole ride home he refused to let go of your hand, constantly looking at you like he couldn't believe you were real.

NAMJOON:

It was almost four in the morning but you were waiting outside, wrapped in a large coat and holding two hot drinks one for you and one for Namjoon. The man you had been waiting 21 months for this and you knew Namjoon was going to need a warm drink this early in the morning.

You watch as he slowly walks out, his eyes locking with you as he gives you the softest smile, walking over and hugging you closely to him.

"I missed you more than words can say," he says as he kisses your cheek, taking the warm drink from your hands and sighing as he takes a long sip.

"I missed you too, baby, I've planned our day. You're going home, you're going to sleep, and I'll take care of your washing and food." You said as you stroked your thumb over his cheek, you could see just how tired he was and it broke your heart a little. But now he was home and you intended on taking very good care of him.

That night while you were finishing his washing you found a notebook, all the things I want to tell Yn. Was written on the front and it was pages full of all his thoughts, dreams, and things he wanted to do while he was doing his service.

Written on the inside of the book was a list of dates he planned to take you on.

JIMIN:

Jimin finally got home after a day full of interviews and signings that he'd been asked to go to when all he really wanted was to go home to you, the one who had been waiting for him for the last twenty-one months.

As soon as he walked into the house he could smell kimchi stew cooking and the sound of soft music filled the air. He slowly dropped his bag onto the floor and made his way to the kitchen, you were dancing around in an apron to one of his songs making him smirk to himself. Watching you as you cooked for him and sang the lyrics back,

"I've thought about this moment every single day," he chuckles finally bringing you out of your daze, squealing as you threw yourself at him. Crying into his shoulder as he clung to you, not wanting to let go in fear of you suddenly disappearing in front of him.

Later in the night, you fell asleep curled up to him, with him whispering,

"Thank you for waiting for me."

TAEHYUNG:

You were waiting for him, dressed in one of the hoodies he'd sent home for you and holding a bouquet of red roses for him, smiling so wide your cheeks were starting to hurt as you waited for him to get over to you. The area was filled to the brim with loved ones waiting for their person to come home and you just waited patiently for him.

As soon as he reached you he held your face in his hands and smiled so wide you could cry,

"You look like a dream, baby...My dream," he says as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a gold chain with a rose charm on it as he smirks seeing the same red roses in your hands for him.

"I found this when we had a weekend off, I instantly knew I had to get it for you," He says as he carefully adds it around your neck and smiles seeing it sit perfectly against your skin.

JUNGKOOK:

You had expected Jungkook to be busy when he finished his service but he told you he would meet you first if you were going to wait outside of the base. You'd barely gotten there before you heard him screaming your name and watched him sprinting full speed troward you. Running like you were the only person int he world he wanted to see. He hugged you so tightly you were sure it knocked trhe wind right out of you.

"I love you. I love you...F-Fuck, I love you, I missed you so damn much," he cries, holding you tightly against him as you let out a soft laugh, cuddling into him.

"I love you too, baby. I missed you so much more," You say to him as you breathe in his scent, truly missing everything about him.

The whole ride home he couldn't stop staring at you, touching your hands or face like he was afraid you were going to vanish right before him. As you drove he got teary over how much you'd stayed the same, your scent, your smile, the way you said his name, and the way you laughed at something he said.

"I'm finally home, we're together again," He states with a smile.

a/n: just something random I wrote while i was bored

[lonerslug]

Hello, I hope you are having a good day! :) Could you write about a touch starved reader who’s Sevika’s roommate who Sev comforts and holds to make them feel better? <3 I love your fics

a/n: okay… so i suppose this is fluff right? i live for it 😙

You don’t mean to wake her.

The couch creaks as you shift, blinking through the sting behind your eyes. You’d been trying to sleep. God, really trying, but sometimes the silence feels so loud it drowns you. You miss the weight of someone beside you. A hug. A hand on your back. Someone who notices when you go too quiet and too still and don’t eat anything all day.

So you’d wandered out to the living room, hoping maybe sitting near her door might be enough.

Apparently not.

A soft grunt comes from the hallway. Then her voice, gravelly, low, half-asleep,

“…You good?”

You suck in a breath, panic bristling under your skin. You hadn’t wanted to bother her. Not her. Not Sevika, who works twelve-hour shifts, who keeps her hair tied back with a twist of elastic and lets her coffee go cold while fixing other people’s messes. She’s all solid muscle and tired eyes and you’ve never, ever seen her cry.

“I’m fine,” you say too fast. “Sorry. I was just, couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

There’s a beat of silence. You hear her door open. Then soft, padded footsteps across the wooden floor.

She stops a few feet away. You look up at her, blinking under the dim light of the kitchen.

She’s in a black tank top and gray boxers, her scarred arm bare in the warm low light. Her hair’s down, messy waves brushing her shoulders. She looks tired. But not annoyed.

“…You been crying?” she asks, voice quieter now.

Your throat clenches.

“No.”

Sevika looks at you. The way she always does, like she sees more than you want her to. Then she sighs and comes over, sitting heavily beside you on the couch. Her broad thigh presses into yours, warm and solid.

You freeze up.

Then, gently, slowly, she lifts her arm and sets it behind you on the couch cushion, not touching you yet.

“I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to,” she murmurs, not looking at you. “But if you… need something. You can ask.”

Your hands ball into fists in your lap. Shame crawls up your neck, hot and itchy.

“I don’t wanna be weird,” you whisper.

She huffs softly through her nose. A quiet sound, not mocking.

“It’s not weird.”

“…You want a hug?”

Your heart lurches. No one has asked you that in months. maybe a year, yeah a year. You nod before your voice can catch up.

Sevika shifts, arm wrapping slowly around your back, her hand resting on your waist. She pulls you in, tugging gently until you’re folded into her side, head on her shoulder.

Your breath shudders.

She holds you like it’s easy. Like she doesn’t mind. Like she’s done this before, even if she hasn’t.

You close your eyes. It takes every bit of control you have not to cry into her shirt. She’s warm, and smells like clean laundry and faint smoke, and her hand strokes slowly up and down your side like she knows what you need without needing to ask.

“Shit,” you mumble. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologising,” she murmurs. “You’re okay.”

You nod, swallowing hard. It’s quiet again. But this time, not loud. Not empty. Her voice breaks it just once,

“You could’ve asked sooner.”

Your lips twitch against her shoulder. “Didn’t know if I could.”

She snorts. “I’m not good at this shit. But… you live with me. You can always ask.”

You finally let your body relax into hers.

And for the first time in too long, you feel safe enough to fall asleep like that, pressed to her side, wrapped in her arm, held like maybe you’re not too much after all.

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[yandere-sins]

Evil request/idea. I love the idea of Caleb being obsessed about taking care of you like a sense of "roleplay" almost. I can imagine one day, our act isn't good enough so he makes us take poison so our act is better.

Oh! This is indeed a little evil, but sometimes evil is what we need for it to scratch the itch, right? (;

Thanks for requesting!

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"Want me to rub your belly? Make the pain go away?"

Your chest heaved with a deep sigh as you kept staring at the TV screen. There was very little you could do from your position, caught between all of Caleb's limbs, his legs around and crossed over yours to keep you in place, arms holding you tightly against his chest—restricting you.

His hand was already on your stomach, feeling scorchingly hot as he slipped it underneath your shirt, caressing you with his thumb.

"It's already over," you mumbled, gently pushing down his hand until it went back to rest on your hips. Neither was a good placement for hands so curious and grabby, but you didn't want him to gain more access to your body than he already had.

"Oh?" Caleb hummed, playing with the bow at the front of your sweatpants instead, letting the string run through the gaps in his fingers. "Do you need some 'medicine' then?"

At that, you noticeably tensed up, your body turning rigid against his as your gaze lowered submissively. Every fiber in your being loathed this man. Hated the actions he took to keep you pliable. And most of all, you despised the way your subconscious and your body yielded to him.

But there was no alternative.

Frustratingly, Caleb had cut down every one of your rebellions. He implanted a tracker and broke your ankle when you tried to flee, making a big show of helping you through the hard times, not even letting you use the bathroom on your own. When you went on a hunger strike, he wouldn't give you anything long beyond your decision not to eat. And even then, you only got to eat it from his hands, lick it off his skin, or receive it through his mouth. And the worst of all?

Once you got sick or hurt from all the stress and oppression, Caleb found out how much he loved you being vulnerable and defenseless.

Immediately, you grabbed his hand from your waist, clawing your nails into it as you pulled it back over your stomach. "Ow," you whispered faintly, not very convincingly. It was humiliating. Frustrating and shameful to behave this way, pulling up your own shirt so he could crawl his fingers over your stomach. But despite your negative feelings towards it, even this behavior was better. Everything was better than the alternative.

Everything but 'medicine'.

"Hm, if it hurts this much..." Caleb mumbled, faking concern and knowing exactly that you weren't actually hurting. "Maybe you really do need 'medicine'."

You gulped, turning your head into his chest and rubbing it against him in denial. "Only need you," you whispered into his shirt, bile rising into your throat, but you weren't sure whether it was from your own words or the fear of receiving Caleb's famed 'medicine'.

Letting out a happy "Aw!" Caleb pulled his hand from your stomach, wrapping his arms around you tightly and squeezing you in his hug, moving you side to side. The motion reminded you of a shark shaking its prey, and you felt even more nauseated by his closeness. He knew that you noticed him inhaling your scent deeply and felt his nails scratching over your exposed arms as he clawed into them, but Caleb didn't care.

He knew he had the upper hand, and there was nothing you could do.

That's how well he had trained you. Against your will and through tears, sweat, and blood, his chipping away at your resolution had left scars much deeper than those on the surface. At least those healed. But the ones he left deep inside, on your heart, your psyche, your very soul—those couldn't heal, Caleb scratching them open at any given chance so he could stay in control.

"You still need to take your medicine, though, you sweet thing."

These words instilled fear inside you, worse than anything you had ever experienced in your life. Every time he disregarded your efforts and did what he wanted without taking your wishes into consideration, he broke yet another piece of you down, intending to mend it with his own hands when the time was ripe. But secretly, you knew he'd never do that. He'd never give you the help you actually needed to feel better. Caleb liked you broken so that he could pretend to be the hero that would fix you.

Maybe someday.

You tried not to give him any attention, staying completely still, face pressed into his chest. Ironically, this was the safest place at that moment, the only one where he'd feel even an inkling of regret pulling you from.

But above you, you heard him uncap the little brown bottle he always kept nearby. The one that housed something so gruel and vile, you started to shiver just from knowing it was close to you. There you were, like a scared little mouse, clinging to him desperately, trying to avoid the fate he had chosen for you. You hated yourself for it, even though it was your body protecting you as best as it could.

But it was all futile.

"N-No!" you yelled as Caleb pushed you away from him.

"Time for your medicine," he singsonged, and you struggled with all your limbs, trying to keep up enough distance between you two. Before you knew it, he toppled you over, your back landing helplessly in the couch cushions. Your legs were pressed up against his chest, your arms shielded your face, and yet, Caleb still managed to claw his way through your barricades, pushing away your legs with his own, his body pressing between them to keep them apart while his free hand reached beneath yours pulling them up before they were crossed behind your back.

"Don't be such a child," he chided gently, a smug, sadistic smile plastered on his face. "It's just medicine to make you feel better."

"No!" you yelled back, the panic audible in your voice as tears shot into your eyes, knowing you wouldn't be able to keep Caleb off you for very long. "I don't want it!"

"You're being so stubborn! This is good for you! Here."

Caleb placed the bottle to your lips, and you pressed them together as hard as you could. You felt the cold liquid splash into the groove of your mouth, but you only pressed harder in response, the fluid wasted as it ran down the sides of your face.

"You're being very difficult today, I must say," Caleb grumbled, barely any emotion in his voice as he kept trying to force the bottle into your mouth.

"Fine!" he finally resigned, and you looked up at him with tearful eyes. You couldn't believe you had finally won! That you finally made a dent in his winning streak and got your wants through to him!

However, instead of putting the bottle down, Caleb brought it to his own lips, letting the medicine run down his own throat in much too large quantities. You were filled with the horrifying awareness that if taking just a little sip of it hurt you as much as it had the last few times, this amount might kill him. You had no idea if it was actual medicine or poison, considering it only ever hurt, not healed you. But if Caleb died... what would happen to you?

"No! Stop!" you yelled, reaching upwards and bringing your face closer to his as you sat up. You didn't see the trap he set before it snapped into motion, Caleb's arm catching and holding you in place as he crashed his mouth to yours, your eyes widening in shock as you were caught in an unexpected kiss with him.

Caleb's tongue tangoed with yours as you tasted the bitter, putrid smell of the medicine sloshing around your mouth. You had been utterly misled, the strange fluid running down your throat as Caleb's lips pressed harder onto yours. He enjoyed the kiss thoroughly while your tears ran in thick pearls down your cheeks. Maybe you'd die this time, you almost hoped, but Caleb wouldn't let go until you had drunk the last drop.

Immediately, your stomach grumbled, a stinging pain erupting left and right. When Caleb's support on your body slipped, you doubled over, clutching your hurting belly, sweat collecting on your forehead as you breathed heavily.

"Aw, does it hurt, pretty? Do you want me to make it stop?"

"Y-Yes!" you gasped, the pain growing stronger with every second passing. You felt like there were invisible little soldiers inside you, poking you with their knives and bayonets. Firing bullets at your sensitive stomach walls.

"Well." You forced yourself to look up from the couch cushion, feeling and watching with your unfocused eyes as Caleb laid back, opening his arms wide for you. "Come 'ere, and I'll make you feel better, babe."

Really, what were you supposed to do?

What was there but go to him, hoping for an antidote or a potent medicine to solve the pain you were in? No matter how much you hated yourself, you had to obey. Had to try to stop this pain wrecking through you mercilessly.

But when Caleb simply began rubbing your stomach, you realized, despite the pain, that you had completely and utterly been fooled by him. That there would be no relief, only what he wanted from the beginning. Only now, because of your own refusal, it would be so much more painful.

And it was all your own fault.

[gf2bellamy]

I beg for a girldad spencer in prison part 3 with Spencer going back to work and having to leave reader and their daughter at home

the girldad!spencer in prison one is here & the one where girldad!spencer gets released is here

the moment emily's call flashes on spencer's phone (an early check-in, because she wants to give him time), his breath hitches.

he stares at the ceiling, already dreading the day. you stir beside him and with a glance to his phone, you know. with a sleepy murmur, you whisper,

“we’ll be okay.” your hand finds his, squeezing gently. “you’ll be okay.”

he gives you a shaky smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes, but it’s enough for now. he leans in to kiss your forehead before slipping out of bed.

the mirror feels unfamiliar. he still had to get used to his reflection. you’re behind him as you help button his shirt, fix the misaligned collar, smooth down his hair. your fingers linger longer than usual. he closes his eyes briefly when you wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

when your daughter wakes up, she calls out for “daddy!” in that sleepy voice of hers.

spencer lights up, just a little. it's the first genuine smile of the day. he picks her up and spins her lightly, making her giggle, then brings her to the kitchen for breakfast.

she giggles when the syrup drips all over her pancakes, and for a moment, spencer forgets about prison, about work, about everything but her.

he lets her steal bites off his plate, lets her babble about her dreams, and pretends he isn’t counting down the minutes until he has to leave.

once there’s nothing left to fix, no more distractions, the weight of leaving crashes into him. the quiet around the house doesn’t help. it’s too peaceful, too warm, and it makes leaving feel even worse.

you’re standing near the door with your daughter balanced on your hip, her sleepy head resting in the crook of your neck. spencer sees the two of you, his entire world, and his feet feel cemented to the floor. he busies himself with his satchel again, adjusting the strap pointlessly, trying to ground himself.

but it’s obvious, he doesn’t want to go.

“spence.” you step closer. he doesn’t look up at first, but your hand on his wrist stills him. “it’s just a few days,” you remind him softly, brushing your thumb over his pulse point. “isn’t that right, honey?”

your daughter lifts her head, blinking sleepily before her face brightens.

“can we play piano when you get home, daddy?” she asks, already thinking ahead to when he’s back, never doubting that he will be.

spencer’s smile is fragile. “of course we can.”

you lean in closer, still holding your daughter. “come on—say bye to daddy.”

but instead of giving her a quick goodbye hug, spencer reaches out and takes her gently from your arms, holding her tight against his chest. the hug lasts longer than usual. so long, in fact, you almost think she’s fallen asleep again in his arms.

his eyes are closed, cheek resting on the top of her head. one of his hands strokes her back rhythmically, like he’s memorizing the feel of her small body in his arms. eventually, she shifts slightly, and he knows it’s time to let go.

when he finally pulls back, his voice is shaky. “i’ll be back soon.”

it’s more for himself than for her, but she nods seriously anyway, already wriggling to be put down. he kisses her cheek, lingering just a second too long before letting her go.

the second her feet touch the ground, she’s off, scampering back to her playroom. spencer stares after her until she disappears, his shoulders tense, his jaw working like he’s fighting back words or maybe tears.

you step into his space, cupping his face in your hands. “you know we’ll be here, right?” you murmur, brushing your thumb beneath his eye where a tear threatens to escape.

“i know,” he whispers, leaning into your touch. his lashes flutter shut for just a second.

“you go save lives,” you tease gently, “and be a hero, okay?”

he huffs a quiet laugh, but his hands find your waist. you run through the usual checklist, wallet, keys, phone, badge, and he nods mechanically, but his grip on you doesn’t loosen.

when you see the way Spencer hesitates at the door, his fingers flexing at his sides like he’s physically restraining himself from turning back, you get an idea.

“wait—” you press a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid, nervous beat of his heart beneath your palm. “one second.”

you slip into your daughter’s room, where she’s already playing with her toys.

“hey, sweetheart,” you murmur, crouching beside her. “daddy’s gonna miss us a lot. should we give him something to keep him company?”

she doesn’t even hesitate. she scans her pile of stuffed animals before grabbing her favorite, a well-loved bunny with one ear slightly frayed from how often she’s clutched it.

“this one,” she declares, already scrambling to her feet. “he’s the best hugger.”

she walks back into the hallway and thrusts the plushie toward spencer with both hands. “here, daddy. that’s for you. so you won’t be alone.”

spencer’s breath catches. he takes the bunny. his throat works, his lashes fluttering as he blinks hard, but one traitorous tear escapes anyway, slipping silently down his cheek.

you step forward, brushing it away with your thumb before pressing a kiss where it had been.

his fingers tighten around the bunny. “thank you honey,” he murmurs, to both of you, to the universe, to whatever force let him have this life after everything.

your daughter, satisfied with her mission, grins and darts back to her toys, already chattering to herself about what she’ll build next.

spencer watches her go, his expression unbearably soft.

“we’ll be okay,” you remind him, smoothing your hands over his shoulders. “and so will you.”

he nods, swallowing hard, before pulling you into a crushing hug. his face buries in the curve of your neck. you hold him just as tightly. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are dry.

he adjusts the bunny in his satchel, ensuring it’s secure, and offers you one last, wobbly smile.

“i love you,” he says.

“we love you more,” you counter.

[starlinggirll]

you were the most beautiful woman art has ever seen.

that was a fact from the day he met you to right now.

yet, he couldn't get hard.

it all started two months ago; obviously as a happy couple you both were, you both loved sex. quickies, long hours, giving eachother head. anything that involved making eachother feel good you both loved it. but one day...he just couldn't.

you were wearing pink lacy set, a pretty one, one he picked out for you because he knew you would look so pretty in it. but when the time came, he couldn't. he just couldn't.

he will never forget the face you made; a face of hurt. and how you tried to brush it off saying maybe next night. and again, you both tried, both as in he jerked off minutes before, and you took him in your mouth but nothing changed.

his eyes had followed you when you walked back to the restroom to change. he was a stupid husband, really; he didnt comfort you, didnt try to talk about it. as a matter of fact, neither of you brought it up.

you both spent two months without sex.

those two months were hell.

you hit the gym, thinking that you were the problem, that you weren't attractive enough for him anymore. that you weren't enough for your own husband.

and he...well he did nothing. he did go to the doctor, and he said it was normal, that all men will go through this but that its a matter of time. he didnt have time.

not when he was losing you.

and he saw it, saw everything.

the new friends you got when going to the gym, the way you laughed at what your personal trainer had said the same way you used to laugh with him. and also the way you both beraly even talked.

everything was normal between you and him, but there was less dialogue, less kisses, less hugs, less everything. he knows you're hurting, knows your self esteem is declining and fast.

but he didn't know what to do, how to fix this. he already lost you once he couldn't do it again.

"where are you going?" he whispered as you started changing. leaning against the doorway while he fidgeted with his ring. "oh, the gym." you smiled at him before pulling your hair into a low ponytail. "ah, i see." he mumbled, wanting nothing more than to just hug you, and hold you close.

he doesn't know why he's thinking about it too much. you love when he takes lead. when he manhandles you. but still.

"what time are you coming back?" he hummed, approaching you from behind, nuzzling his nose into your neck. his strong arms snaking around your waist. "the same time i always come back?" you giggled, closing your eyes at his touch.

"cant you like..." he shrugs, turning you around and hoisting you up. "not go?" you squeal, your arms wrapping around his neck. "art put me down! you're going to drop me!" "i would never drop you."

he brushes your words off, tossing you to the bed. "i just want to hold you, cant a husband not hold his beautiful.." he kisses your tummy, tugging at your leggings. "gorgeous..." his lips trail to your chest, quickly lifting your shirt along your bra to kiss your nipple.

"amazing..." his big hands cup your ass, pulling you close to him. "sexy.." by the time he gets to your face you're red, your eyes glossy and your lips trembling as you look down at him. he frowns when he sees you're close to crying.

he pulls you close, (closer than before) and kisses your forehead. "most wonderful wife." he finishes, rubbing your scalp. "im sorry.." he whispers, nuzzling his forehead against yours.

you're not crying, just sniffling.

and he's hard. touching you after being both of you distant both physically and emotionally wise, triggers something in him.

"we're not leaving this bed tonight." he whispers, his voice is soft, but it carries a commanding tone underneath it. "okay." you sniffle, wiping a stray tear before burying your face into his shoulder.

your knee brushes against his crotch, and you realize he's hard. but you dont mention it, not yet anyway. the night is long enough for you to both be babied then ruined.

[decayingearf]

his brothers best friend

✗ warnings: none really (sfw), slight use of the n-word (blk readers only), delusional!stack

synopsis: your bestfriends brother likes you and according to him, you like him back.

[a/n: ik i said i was gonna release this later this week but im lowk bored sooo]

you’ve known stack and smoke since they were elias and elijah.

you and elijah were inseparable. from grade school til now, still close like white on rice. unfortunately for you, the moore boys were a package deal. you had called smoke to tell him you were gonna stop by. “a’igh, i aint home right now but, stack gon’ be there” he soon revealed.

you didn’t have a problem with stack, no never that. just didn’t feel like hearing any smug or flirty comments. “w’nt no point in putting them pretty clothes on..’m just gon’ take em off” stack would say with a shrug and a smile.

you would always brush off elias’ advances over the years. in high school, you said it was his hormones. that he didn’t really like you and was just a horny teen. but now? he’s fully developed; mentally and physically, and knows exactly what he wants (you).

you end the call and started your car going straight to the house.

once you arrived, you’re met by music and deep voices. plural. you skip going in the house and make a beeline for the backyard to see who you were hearing.

you were ultimately met with elias and his friends sitting around smoking, “oh my bad, i just wanted to let you know i was here” you speak with a smile, one hand on your hip and the other being used as a visor to block the beaming sun.

“oh a’right, you aint gon’ give me a hug?” he asked with a teasing smile and open arms. you rolled your eyes walking past him and into the house, through the backdoor. although it was a short walk, you felt like a deer in front of a bunch of tigers, everyone eyeing you up and down. their gazes; hungry.

once in the house you laid on the couch for literally five minutes before stack came in the house. “im finna walk them out real quick, you good?” he asked in a irritated tone. “yeah im okay..are you?” you replied nodding towards him as he shrugged it of with a nod.

he soon came back in and walked to the kitchen grabbing a beer. “what’s up?” was all that came out of your mouth, seeing as how you knew he was mad. “them niggas disrespectful”.

“what happened? they say something out the way?” you questioned sitting up to look over at the kitchen only to see he was walking towards you. “yeah they talkin’ ‘bout—‘she bad as hell’” he answered before kissing his teeth.

thats what you’re mad about?

“oh—boy, you funny, they was complimentin’ me” you laughed as he sat next to you. “nah baby, they was pissin’ me off is what they was doin’” before cracking his beer open, “i told them niggas you was my girl and they st-“ “hold on hold on, what? you told them i was your girlfriend? stack, i aint with you” you corrected with a scoff and a look of disbelief.

“you aint with who?” he snorted “you with me..i’ont even know why you would say that” elias finished with a shake if his head and a laugh.

before you could respond, smoke walked in nodding towards yall, “yall look like a couple all cuddled up” he stated unknowing of the previous events.

god were they delusional.

[vxnillabxn]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x puppy gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚SO, based on my last post, i was requested to write the reader as the doggo and puppy hybrid this time! i hope you enjoy this one as well. ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚caleb is a dog person, i just know he is. he saw the cutest puppy —you— and decided it was time for him to have someone else in his tiny family of one.

﹙♡﹚he adores you, 100%. he takes you out like… four times a day, or at least every time you only glance towards the door and whine softly. and he's more than happy to play and run around until you're worn out and fall asleep in his arms for the whole afternoon.

﹙♡﹚he takes you everywhere, and i mean it. he bought this baby vest thing, and he just… takes you with him. you're his puppy, after all, and he likes knowing you're always safe, so what better than staying right next to him?

﹙♡﹚he won't feed you kibble. no way. he'll cook healthy and dog-friendly foods for you, with protein, veggies, nutrients and everything the cutest puppy ever needs. and when i tell you your coat shines? it really does shine.

﹙♡﹚he bought you a harness for when he takes you out, and it's the cutest thing ever. it has lots of cute apples and little hearts, and his gallery is full of pictures just of you.

﹙♡﹚now, if you were a puppy hybrid, i'm sure you two met when you were little, when other kids were making fun of your fluffy ears and tail. he defended you and promised to take care of you for the rest of his life.

﹙♡﹚but… now that you're both grown, he teases you a lot. when you're mad, he'll just… pat your head and make your tail wag like crazy. it's not fair at all, but he always gets you to smile. after all, you're his pretty and cheerful pips!

﹙♡﹚this man will hold things out of your reach just to make you jump or whine like a puppy would. however, you just have to flatten your ears and tug your tail between your thighs, and he's frantically apologizing and giving you anything you ask for.

﹙♡﹚he takes you out, too. i mean, you are half-human half-puppy, you need to walk and burn energy! though, he sees them as tiny dates, and he'll always make sure to walk you to the prettiest places, or to the nicest cafés, just to share a cute time together.

﹙♡﹚and that said, he won't let you go anywhere by yourself. sure, you're capable and strong, but you're also his biggest treasure. he's scared other people will stare, or that other puppy hybrids might be bigger or aggressive and try something weird, so… yeah, no. he has to go with you.

﹙♡﹚he'll cuddle you a lot. he likes how your ears feel against his neck when he hugs you close, and he loves the way your tail hits the soft mattress with happy thuds. he'll tell you how good you are just to see that soft, dumb smile on your lips.

﹙♡﹚after getting the robotic prosthetic on his arm, you two get quite a lot of stares when you go out, especially because of the odd pair you make. however, when you look up at him with that soft gaze, tail wagging excitedly as you hug his metallic arm and smile so warmly… he doesn't care about anything else.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚you appeared out of nowhere. he was painting peacefully, when he suddenly saw tiny paw prints trailing from his studio to his bedroom. of course, the main door of his mansion was unlocked, and the fluffiest puppy —you— casually barged in and decided to explore.

﹙♡﹚upon finding you trying to jump on his bed, he quickly picks you up. you've created such a messy masterpiece on his floor, and now you want to ruin his bed? fantastic! he loves it. he keeps you instantly.

﹙♡﹚the first thing he does is get you a pearl collar. he makes sure it's not too tight… and you look absolutely adorable in his eyes.

﹙♡﹚you're his inspiration now. sure, many art critics were confused when his new exhibition had dozens of paintings signed with paw prints, and they were even more dumbfounded upon seeing a whole portrait of a puppy sitting proud and mighty against a colorful marine background. if they don't get it, that's their problem.

﹙♡﹚his studio is literally full of sketches and paintings of you in silly poses. you asked for belly scratches? stay still, he'll sketch you. you curled up in his lap to nap? he's sketching you. you accidentally got your head stuck in a bag of snacks? you guessed it… sketch!

﹙♡﹚he refuses to get a leash. absolutely not. and a harness? no way! you should run free! well… only at the empty beach, and only while he's close next to you. he lets you roam to your heart's content, though your tiny paws never lead you too far.

﹙♡﹚if you were a puppy hybrid, i feel things wouldn't change much. you'd still be his muse, his inspiration, his everything, because you're so damn adorable.

﹙♡﹚you two would bicker a lot. and i mean… every day. he whines and puts on a dramatic show, and you counter with your puppy eyes, both of you trying to outdo each other, eventually arguing about who's cuter. you always win.

﹙♡﹚he'll take you to the beach just to see you swimming “doggy style.” you don't find it funny, that's literally how you swim! but he finds it absolutely hilarious and adorable, and makes sure to record it whenever he can.

﹙♡﹚he will make sure your ears and tail are perfectly groomed before you go out. he takes his time, delicate fingers combing through the soft fur, whispering how cute you are and how pretty you'll look.

﹙♡﹚he makes you paint with your tail. he asked once, you refused. but then, you accidentally got paint on your tail, and he just so happened to praise you until you were a giddy mess, wagging your tail and hitting the blank canvas he —very conveniently— placed behind you. “ah, aren't you a natural, cutie?”

﹙♡﹚he'll proudly take you to his art exhibitions, and he'll make sure everyone knows who his muse is. “yeah, see that highlight over there? caused by this magnificent tail,” or “ah! this 270 cm x 380 cm painting? that's my cutie right there, in their full glory! too big of a canvas? no, my cutie deserves the biggest one ever.” he adores you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚okay, sylus is a cat person, but when the twins brought back a tiny and defenseless pup, claiming they would take care of it, he knew that was not ideal. they would kill you accidentally, or play too rough with you, so he took you under his wing.

﹙♡﹚once you were able to walk and see the world around you, you would bark at the twins like a little angry thing. you'd also bark at mephisto, your whole body shaking and tiny barks echoing in the room. ah, you were feisty. sylus liked that a lot. it made him smitten with you.

﹙♡﹚now, he takes you everywhere. he carries you in one arm, even when making business. you're his good luck charm, and his decisions are based on whether you wag your tail or, on the contrary, bark.

﹙♡﹚he gets you the best food. he wants you to grow up strong, fierce, and with the most luscious coat ever. he gives you tons of toys, lots of warm blankets for you to sleep in —if you're not sleeping in his bed— and he even got you an expensive collar with a chip in it. he needs to ensure your safety.

﹙♡﹚he takes you out at night, which is good because there are no other dogs around, and you can run free. he's taught you lots of commands, too, but he prefers when you don't listen. he knows you're smart and understand him perfectly, and he likes it when you defy him. it's adorable.

﹙♡﹚he has a very specific list of who to trust when it comes to your care. said list has two names: his, and your vet's. he absolutely brings the twins fully armed to every visit, ensuring the vet doesn't make any mistake or make you feel uncomfortable. it's a life-or-death situation for the poor doctor, but he earns quite the sum, so he doesn't complain.

﹙♡﹚now, if you were a puppy hybrid, he wouldn't let you rest at all. he'd always be caressing your hair, scratching behind your ears, under your chin… and even when you remind him you are NOT a cat, he knows you like it. your wagging tail gives you away.

﹙♡﹚he loves how expressive you are, even when you try to hide it. your ears go up or down, your tail shows how you feel, so truly, nothing gets past this man.

﹙♡﹚he'll praise you. when you feel overwhelmed by the amount of energy you have to spare, or when you're bored and restless, he'll lift you up, place you in his lap and kiss between your ears, listing all the things he has in mind just for you. after all, he wants you to be as happy as possible.

﹙♡﹚he'll groom your fur. you already know he has to. when you step out of the shower, he pats his bed and makes you sit with your back pressed to his chest.

﹙♡﹚he dries and brushes your ears, your tail, your hair… making sure it's fluffy enough and that you're not shedding too much. when it comes to you, he only buys the best, though you keep telling him your shampoo is fine and you can just shake your head dry. naturally, he refuses. not under his watch.

﹙♡﹚he's so proud of you. even if you ever feel self-conscious about being a puppy hybrid, he'll reassure you. you're his to love, his to protect, and his to keep safe. he'll proudly show you off at galas and important events, and no one dares comment on it —because they wouldn't get to breathe the next day.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚xav found you hidden behind a bush deep inside the forest. you were happily munching on berries, your puppy belly full and your snout stained purple. he immediately picked you up and brought you home.

﹙♡﹚now, it's safe to say xavier is a puppy himself. he literally naps with you, and you both sleep for… twelve hours straight. he'll cuddle you against his neck, and together you drift off under a warm blanket cocoon.

﹙♡﹚he usually puts his hoodie on backwards, so he can tuck you inside the hood and carry you around. he also loves taking you to his balcony at night, just to watch the city lights sparkle together.

﹙♡﹚he's very protective. if anyone stops to admire how cute you are, he'll quietly cover you and walk away, afraid someone might snatch you away from him —like a hawk stealing a tiny chick. he's a mother hen, ready to hiss or bite if he has to.

﹙♡﹚this poor boy does feed you kibble, but he tries his best to add nutritious things too! if you don't eat what he serves, he'll sulk for days. he just wants you to be healthy and happy.

﹙♡﹚he takes you on walks wearing the prettiest harness —it even glows in the dark, because he can't stand the idea of losing sight of you, even for a moment.

﹙♡﹚as a puppy hybrid, if you were left solely under his “protection,” you probably wouldn't last a week. thankfully, you at least know how to boil veggies and cook rice, so you end up feeding both of you.

﹙♡﹚he loves playing catch with your tail. when you wag it gently, he can't help but try to catch it, completely captivated by such a silly game. aren't you supposed to be the cute one, though?

﹙♡﹚he teaches you tricks. yes —even as a puppy hybrid. “hand,” “talk,” “jump,” “spin.” at first, you just raise an eyebrow at him… but when you see that dreamy, adoring look in his eyes, you always give in.

﹙♡﹚he takes baths with you. he'll hug you softly from behind in the tub, careful not to wet your puppy ears. always gentle, always patient, even when you squirm or splash unconsciously.

﹙♡﹚he would 100% buy dog ears and an attachable tail to match you when you go out together. he knows he can't be as cute as you, but seeing your shy smile makes it completely worth it.

﹙♡﹚most of the time, he's more chaotic than you. even if you feel like you're the one looking after him, the truth is he silently protects you: making sure you're never cold, hungry, or anxious —whether at home or outside.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he didn't plan to adopt —not even close. but yvonne found a box outside the hospital, and they all convinced zayne to take care of the sickly puppy, since he was the only one taking a week off.

﹙♡﹚safe to say, he kept you. during that week, he realized having you around kept him company, and you were the only tiny creature that willingly approached him, cuddling against his cold skin without hesitation.

﹙♡﹚your health is far beyond his expertise, so he definitely pulled some strings to find the best veterinarians and groomers. if he can't care for you himself, he'll make sure you're under the safest, most trusted hands.

﹙♡﹚this man did his research, okay? your breed, your ideal diet, possible genetic diseases —anything he might need to know to guarantee you a happy, long life.

﹙♡﹚he feeds you the best. raw diet? if the vets recommend it, done. premium kibble mixed with broth and veggies? you got it. only homemade food? absolutely. and if you beg for something he's eating, he'll usually give in —unless it's chocolate. in that case, he'll literally lock himself away until he finishes, because your puppy eyes are too much for him.

﹙♡﹚he takes you on his research trips. at first, he thought it wasn't prudent —someone else could watch you, right? but the first time he left, he had to come back the same day because you wouldn't eat, wouldn't leave the door, just waiting for him to return. never again.

﹙♡﹚if you were a puppy hybrid, he'd look up everything about your care, especially things that might not be fully human. he prefers to know for certain, just to keep you safe and happy.

﹙♡﹚he'd always keep you close when he isn't busy. if you visit his office, he'll absentmindedly scratch behind your ears or pat your head —relieving his stress and making you the happiest pup in the world.

﹙♡﹚he'd even fix his clothes for you. when he noticed you liked wearing his shirts, he discreetly cut holes for your tail. not that anyone notices —and even if they did, he wouldn't care.

﹙♡﹚he's extra attentive when you're feeling unwell. sure, you're mostly human, but he knows there could be things he doesn't fully understand. so this sweet man will literally refuse to let you go, calling anyone he can to ask every important question.

﹙♡﹚he knows you need enrichment, so he'll get creative: letting you chase your own tail around the living room, or hiding little sweet treats all over the house for you to find on a treasure hunt.

﹙♡﹚and he teases you. a lot. every soft whine, little bark, or innocent head tilt makes him smile. he never thought he'd want something like this in his life, but now that you're here… he loves it more than he could ever admit.

[n1daehodefender]

I have a request of a very angsty very sad fic.

It would be during Hide and seek game and reader is a seeker while Daeho is on the blue team like in the show, they are super close and they have always been but Daeho isolates himself from the team like we see in season 3. Reader is sad because of what is going on and Jungbae died and all of that but she did not participate in the revelion so she saw Daeho having the panic attack but not much more than what the rest like 222 or 149 know.

The game starts and she has trouble finding someone to unalive, she starts getting very nervous and scared and she finds Daeho, they talk emotionally but she refuses to kill him and runs away trying to find someone else while he screams for her to return.

In my mind she succeeds and is able to unalive someone so because she talked to him before she tries to look for Daeho again to help him and continue their conversation but just when she finds him she sees Gihun choking him. She doesn’t understand anything, she runs and screams at Gihun to stop but Daeho dies. And then I just imagine a very very angsty, angry and sad moment between Gihun and reader while she hugs holding Daeho’s lifeless body.

I love to hurt my heart if you cannot tell, I hope you like the request and if you decide to write something about it I will be super happy. Have a great great day :)

Come back to me

Pairing: kang dae-ho x reader

Warnings: Squid game s3 spoilers, major character death, violence, angst

A/N: i litereally had to rewrite this bc i didnt save it as a draft

Dae-ho hadn’t spoken to you in since the rebellion. Not really.

Even before the Hide and Seek game began, you’d been feeling the distance. Something broke after the rebellion , something fragile inside him—his voice quieter, his eyes duller. He barely even nodded at you anymore. And you? You weren’t part of the rebellion. You hadn’t thrown a punch, hadn’t even seen what happened down in the halls. Just… the panic attack. Just the fear on his face and the way his hands trembled when you tried to reach him.

And now this.

He was out there somewhere, hiding, trying to survive. And you were the one meant to kill someone to survive.

You moved with careful steps, weapon heavy in your hand, heart heavier in your chest.

The clock ticked down.

And every second chipped at your sanity.

Then you saw him.

Kang Dae-ho.

his face pale and glistening with sweat. His ankle was bloody, his breath uneven—but his eyes lit up the second they met yours.

Not with joy.

With shock. Fear. And then, grief.

“…You,” he whispered, his voice rasping.

“Dae-ho.” You felt like crying. “You’re okay?”

He stared at you. “No.”

Your heart shattered. His voice wasn’t cold—it was tired. The kind of tired that lived in bones, not skin.

You stepped closer before stopping yourself. The red vest. You’d almost forgotten. The game hadn’t ended yet. You were a Seeker. He was prey.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you whispered. “I—I can’t. You know I can’t.”

He stood slowly, visibly trembling.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, more to himself than to you.

You blinked hard. “I didn’t choose this. You think I would’ve picked this if I’d known you were on Blue?”

His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “You have to go.”

“I don’t want to go.” Your voice cracked. “I—I wanted to find you. I just wanted to talk.”

“This isn’t talking,” he choked out, hands half-raised in desperation. “This is suicide.”

“I’m not killing you, Dae-ho.”

“You have to!” he suddenly screamed. “You’re going to die! I don’t care if it’s me, but you have to find someone! Please, I can’t—”

His voice broke, and something inside you did too.

“I’ll find someone else,” you said breathlessly, tears burning. “I’ll survive. You survive too, okay? Just—just stay hidden. We’ll both survive. And when it’s over, we’ll find each other again.”

He stared at you like he wanted to believe you.

Like he couldn’t.

But you turned. You ran. His voice chased after you like a knife in your back.

“COME BACK! PLEASE—COME BACK TO ME!”

————

You found someone.

Barely.

It was instinct more than anything. A shadow too close. A movement too fast. You turned, struck, screamed. You didn’t even see their face. Your hands were stained with red and your stomach twisted, but you were alive.

Dae-ho.

You had to find him again.

You’d left him, and he’d begged you to stay. He had never screamed like that before—not at you, not even in the rebellion, not when Jungbae died. Something was wrong.

You started running again.

————

The place echoed with distant noise—screams, crashes, silence, then chaos again. The game was nearing its end, but your mission had shifted.

You had to find him. You had to find Dae-ho.

And then—

You saw him.

Pinned to the floor.

A figure straddled him, fingers wrapped around his throat.

Gi-hun.

“NO!” you screamed, dropping everything. “GET OFF OF HIM!”

But Gi-hun didn’t stop.

Dae-ho was struggling beneath Gi-hun’s body, hands weakly pushing at his arms, his face already turning a terrifying shade of red.

Gi-hun didn’t even look up.

You reached them just as Dae-ho’s arms fell limp.

You launched yourself at Gi-hun, tackling him off Dae-ho’s body with a force that surprised even you. He hit the ground hard, rolling once before catching himself. You didn’t follow him. You turned.

And saw Dae-ho.

His eyes were open. Still.

But they didn’t see you.

Your breath froze. “No. No no no no no—”

You dropped to your knees beside him, grabbing his shoulders, cradling his head in your lap.

“Dae-ho,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Dae-ho, it’s me. I came back, I came back—”

Nothing.

You pressed your forehead to his. His skin was cooling too fast. His lips slightly parted, blood on his teeth.

Dae-ho is limp in your arms. The blood smeared around his mouth is still warm, but barely. His head lolls against your chest the same way it used to during exhausted nights when the lights were out and he needed to feel close to someone—to you.

But now?

Now he doesn’t even breathe.

You hold him like a broken doll, shaking violently, fingers threading through his hair, trying to wake him up with your touch.

“No… no, Dae-ho, baby, please—” Your voice is cracked and hoarse, barely escaping your throat. “You’re okay. You’re okay. I’m here.”

His bracelet—your bracelet—was still on his wrist.

The same one you tied before the second game. Still there. Even when he pulled away from everyone else, even when he wouldn’t speak… he wore it.

He’d never taken it off.

You were sobbing now, forehead to his shoulder, your fingers gripping the edge of his vest.

“I told you to survive,” you whispered. “I told you we’d find each other again…”

Your whole body shook.

“I should’ve stayed.”

Behind you, Gi-hun breathes.

And something inside you snaps.

You turn around, still cradling Dae-ho, your tear-soaked face twisted with a fury that cuts deeper than grief.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?” you scream, your voice echoing through the steel bones of the warehouse. “WHAT THE FUCK, GI-HUN?!” round his mouth is still warm, but barely. His head lolls against your chest the same way it used to during exhausted nights when the lights were out and he needed to feel close to someone—to you.

you scream again, face streaked with tears. “He wasn’t a threat! He wasn’t doing anything!”

“It was his fault” Gi-hun mutters, his voice flat.

“Its wasn’t and he was a person!” you cry. “He was the best fucking person in this entire place! And you—you choked him like he was nothing—like he was meat!”

“YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM!” you shriek. “And for WHAT? For revenge? For the fucking game?! He trusted you!”

You cup his cheek with trembling fingers, brushing his hair back gently like you used to when he couldn’t sleep. Your tears drop onto his skin.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, your voice shaking. “It’s okay now. You don’t have to be scared anymore. I’m here. I’m right here.”

Your hands roam his arms, his hands, his face—trying to find warmth that isn’t there.

“You didn’t deserve this,” you whisper. “You didn’t deserve to die like this. Not alone. Not like that.”

You kiss his forehead.

“I should’ve stayed. I should’ve stayed with you when you asked me to. I shouldn’t have run.”

You swallow hard, trying to breathe, but your lungs feel like they’re caving in.

“You wore the bracelet,” you mutter, eyes locked on the small, fraying string around his wrist. “You never took it off.”

A sound breaks from your throat—small, fragile. A whimper of someone broken.

“I loved you, Dae-ho,” you whisper into his ear. “I still do.”

You shake your head, rocking him gently in your arms, your fingers brushing down his cheek.

“You were so good,” you whisper. “You were always so good. Even when you were hurting. Even when everyone turned their back on you. You still cared. You still tried.”

Your voice drops lower. A confession for him only.

“I knew something was wrong after the rebellion. You didn’t even have to say anything. I knew. But I thought you just needed space. I didn’t think it’d be the last time you’d look at me like that.”

You press your lips to his knuckles. “I’m so sorry.”

Behind you, Gi-hun shifts.

You speak without turning.

“Do you even feel anything?”

He hesitates.

“…He wouldn’t have made it,” Gi-hun says quietly.

You turn your head slowly, glaring at him with a hate so sharp it tastes like blood.

“He would’ve, if we’d helped him. If someone fucking cared enough to pull him back. But you? You saw someone struggling and decided to KILL him.”

Your voice rises.

“You didn’t just kill him, Gi-hun. You erased him. Like he didn’t matter. Like he wasn’t someone I loved.”

“I made a choice,” he says coldly.

“Yeah?” you spit. ”You know we had plans? Kids, moving, traveling… but i guess that will never happen”

Silence.

Gi-hun doesn’t move again.

You look down at Dae-ho.

His eyes are still open.

You reach up, fingers trembling, and gently close them.

“There,” you whisper. “Sleep now. No more games.”

You press your forehead to his one last time.

“You were the only good thing left.”

And now, you’re alone.

Really, truly alone.

With nothing but his blood on your hands and a heartbeat forever silenced in your arms.