#let me tell you who is in possession of the object in question

[lazarus-james]

did i ever tell you that a dude once mansplained what doja cat's "go to town" song was about

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Think About It, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

Summary: Y/N is a realist and realizes not everything can last forever, asking Rafe a question helps give her some reassurance.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Thinking about the future is something Y/N often does. When she is as in love with Rafe as she is, it is kinda a no-brainer. Although she can definitely see herself marrying the man in front of her, there is a side of her that can be pessimistic. It tells her she may get her beautiful wedding, but it doesn’t mean their story gets a happy ending. After all, a wedding isn’t the end of a book, it’s just the start of a new chapter. “If we were to get a divorce, what are three things you would bring with you?” Y/N randomly asks, looking up from her phone to Rafe, who is working on his car. He wipes his hands on the oil-ridden rag and approaches his girlfriend on the lawn chair, “What are you talking about, Angel? We aren’t married yet.” She shrugs. “It’s a hypothetical, Rafe. Pretend that we are, what would you take?” she urges. Rafe sighs, throwing his rag on the grass, “When we are married that would never happen, but let me think about it, Angel.” Her nails play a melody against her phone case and she observes patiently as he seriously thinks about the answer. She isn’t at all offended that he is considering the possibility of their divorce. She put him up to it after all.

He steps forward, clearing his throat and getting her out of the chair so he can sit with her on his lap. “The three things I would take are our kids.” She wants to object to question why he wouldn’t want her to see their kids, except she can see he isn’t finished. “Then Tabitha. Of course, if she hasn’t passed on yet. And the last thing I would take with me in our divorce would be you.” Y/N chuckles with a shake of her head, “That’s not exactly how a divorce works, Rafe.” “Angel, when I put a ring on this finger,” he begins, holding up her left ring finger. “It isn’t coming off unless you are washing your hands or going to sleep. You are mine and I am yours, forever and always. If you don’t know that already, then you are going to have to learn.” The words board on toxic, yet anyone who knows Rafe knows it is how he shows his passion. Whether others understand that or not, Y/N comprehends his words have no threat or danger behind them and her opinion is all that matters. It is a display of his possessiveness and his devotion to her. “Damn, Rafe, I didn’t know you could be so possessive,” she teases. He looks her dead in the eyes, “You are the only thing I want in this world, Angel. And I would be a fool not to do everything I can to stay by your side.” She seals his statement with a smile and a kiss on his lips.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[jellysxtarr]

Question! Do you do Miss Thavel and Miss Bloomie? If so, I would like to request Miss Thavel and Miss Bloomie [separated] x Wife!Reader. Please :3

Ignore if you don't! It's Fine. :D

Ofc ofc!! If the characters are possibly ooc, do forgive me since there isn't much information about them yet.

Miss Thavel + Miss Bloomie with a Wife! S/O

Warnings: // (just them being ooc really)

MISS THAVEL

— ʚ Dating, or even being married to Miss Thavel is one hell of a ride! She can actually be nice (at least to you), so there isn't anything you should be concerned about.

— ʚ She isn't near being shy or hesitant to say about being married to you, saying it loud and proud while even showing it off.

— ʚ I don't really see Miss Thavel as an affectionate type, nor is she repulsed by showing it in public. As said previously, she has no reason to hide the fact that both of you are married to each other and will openly shove it into anybody's face.

— ʚ She can be possessive, growing jealous sometimes too quickly and way too easily. Miss Thavel can get a bit violent, using more force on somebody if saying both of you are married won't work.

— ʚ If you were also a teacher that was going to the same school, she definitely would be near you at all times. Inviting you to the teachers lounge, randomly popping up in your classroom (which might even cause your students to have a sudden feeling of fear), and the list goes on!

— ʚ I'd have a feeling she would tell you "I love you" or call you nicknames in a different language since she is a language teacher, which she has done in every language available!

EXAMPLES BEING "Ich liebe dich" "meine schönste" "je t'aime" "ma chérie" "mi corazón" "te amo" etc..

— ʚ She would, and probably will, get rid of anything that might be bothering you, may it be a random person (even though that would end badly) to an object nobody would really care about, it's gone before you could even reconsider!

MISS BLOOMIE

— ʚ Miss Bloomie, who is more introverted, wouldn't really be as open about being married to you unless someone asks about it, which she will answer proudly.

— ʚ Since she is married to you, she will act more open with you (chaotic even), feeling more comfortable around you will let her go loose! Which has it's own perks of being married to her.

— ʚ She doesn't get jealous as often, seeing that you won't be leaving her anytime soon (nor plan to), makes her not have a reason to be. Even when she does get jealous, it ends up more violent rather than peaceful at the end.

— ʚ She would probably be near you at all times, which would be even worse if you were a teacher at the same school. Being at least a few steps away, often times sitting right next to you at the teachers lounge and being the one to appear more often in your classroom.

— ʚ Miss Bloomie would be more clingy, while being more restricted on showing affection in public, she wouldn't care at all the moment both of you are alone and would show her affection without a care in the world.

— ʚ she would be more attached to your hip, making sure you're doing fine or bothering you (and even if, she'd also be one to get rid of whatever is bothering you). I see her form of affection being mostly words of affirmation than anything else, so be prepared to hear a lot from here when she does show her affection!

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

May I request an Arlecchino concept?

I can try. I stopped playing Genshin during Sumeru, so this is primarily me researching and gaining info from the internet and friends. I hope you enjoy this regardless of that :) Doesn't help that we still don't have much info on her....

Yandere! Arlecchino Concept

(Pre-Version 4.6)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Mentions of murder, Subtle possessive behavior, Kidnapping mention, Isolation, Dubious/Forced companionship/relationship.

Arlecchino seems to be manipulative, acting as a spy for the Fatui.

Her main objective is to find the Hydro Gnosis, prying about to find the true Hydro Archon.

She acts kind, often being described as a "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing".

She wants others to trust her... but we can assume she is willing to use others like most other Fatui.

Arlecchino would originally see her obsession over her darling as a distraction to her goals.

When you meet Arlecchino, she comes off as cordial and graceful.

She's strict but still capable of being lenient towards subordinates.

Other Fatui feel she is acting and isn't truthful with her motives, loyalty, and behavior.

This manipulative behavior of hers makes it easy for her to hide her obsession.

If she does have some sort of interest in you, she hides her true motives.

Imagine if Arlecchino had Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet gain info on you.

She never says why, just asking them to learn more about you.

When they're busy, Arlecchino herself watches you closely to know more about you.

She doesn't understand her obsession... which is why she spends time getting information on you.

After all, your presence drives her thoughts crazy.

Arlecchino is very tactical in her way of thinking, carefully gaining info on you.

You barely can tell her obsession when she speaks to you for one reason or another.

Although it is odd to others that she seems so interested in you (Mostly the Fatui are intrigued).

Her views of a platonic or romantic relationship towards you are naturally quite twisted.

She's literally the Knave, so....

A platonic obsession is obviously not the typical "friends/allies" relationship.

That's not even getting into the idea of her having a romantic fascination over you.

Arlecchino will come off kind and cordial towards her obsession.

You won't catch her true motives until it's too late.

She tries to play off your conversations as "friendly chatter".

For once maybe she doesn't want to be diplomatic, yeah?

But then she begins asking oddly specific questions about you.

Arlecchino, despite claiming to be a friend, seems to want to know too much.

All the while she tries her best to keep up the trust between you two.

Arlecchino treats speaking with her darling as a balancing act.

She tries to maintain your trust with truths and lies... along with gather more information on you to fuel her obsession.

As her obsession grows... she even considers isolating you.

Those too close to what's hers is done away with.

May her polearm be coated in blood and the smell of burning flesh greet her nose...

Many will perish by her hand if it means she can have her new obsession all to herself.

When Arlecchino has enough of waiting around and gathering research, she'll escalate her obsession.

It's either the moment she loses your trust or gets impatient that sets her off.

She can't lose you to anyone or anything... you drive her insane.

Do you really think... you can just leave her now?

By the time you learn of her true identity, by the time you see how unhinged you make her...

You're taken away.

You're thrown in a cell, somewhere where none can find you.

She doesn't let any other Fatui touch you.

You're hers now, the person who had been driving her insane is now within her grasp.

She doesn't apologize for her manipulation.

Obviously Arlecchino doesn't care if you feel betrayed... much.

Even when she tries to reach out to caress your face... you flinch away and it hurts her a bit.

Despite this... she never lets you go.

You're hers... it's final....

She doesn't even care if you call her a monster as long as she has you.

Arlecchino clearly cares for you to some degree...

That's why you're here, all alone, with just her by your side... isn't it?

[daegustae]

lion’s den | jeon jungkook

pairing ; mafia boss ! jungkook x assassin ! reader.  

genre ; mafia!au, smut, angst | one shot

summary ; your mission was to kill jeon jungkook until it became something more.

word count ; 5.8k

warnings ;  smut (18+), fingering, clit slapping, slight rough fucking, hickeys bigdick!jungkook, some dirty talks, choking, voyeurism, explicit language, unprotected sex (yall do it without the un), mentions of blood (not too extreme), blackmailing, use of guns, daddy issues. 

a/n ;  im backkk pls let me know ur thoughts on this one :D 

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You walk down the familiar hallway, the sounds of your shoes echoing, getting the attention of the guards waiting at the end of it, you take a deep breath as the door you curse your whole existence opens revealing a fancy and clean office clearly opposite from the one who owns it. 

You despise the man sitting behind his desk, looking at you with a smirk that you wish you could wipe off his face. The room reeks of cigarette and alcohol, you crunch your nose in disgust.

“Have a seat” he motions with his hand signaling you to do as he says

“Just tell me what I have to do” you cross your arms tightly, impatiently tapping your feet on the expensive hard-wood floor, refusing to sit, making him narrow his eyes at you. 

“Are you really going to disobey me now?” his tone threatening, you send him a death glare doing as you’re told. He hums in satisfaction, lighting up a cigarette before inhaling the smoke and exhaling it right in front of your face after. This fucking old bitch, You close your eyes tightly, holding back from killing this man right here and then. 

“Where is he?” his eyebrow raises at your question, tilting his head as if contemplating whether to answer you. 

“Do this job and I’ll tell you” you growl slamming your hand on the table in which he didn’t flinch, his grin only getting wider taunting you. 

“Give him back and I’ll do it” your heart aches at the thought of his little figure, scared and confused about what's happening without you by his side. 

“Not happening. He should be the least of your concern right now, kill this man for me” He says putting a photograph of a man on the table for you to look at. He looks young, clean and pretty even but you can never judge a book by its cover. You can’t help but notice the piercings on his eyebrow and lips. Few of his tattoos are exposed, who is he? 

“Jeon Jungkook. Son of my greatest enemy. As you know, his father died last year with my own hands, and now he is taking over. I would just let him live, but he is taking my customers, recruiting the best people even those idiots who I fired. You know, very bad for my business. He’s building an empire and you have to stop it.” 

“Why me?” eyes narrowing as you look at him with hatred 

“He doesn’t know you, in fact no one from our enemies knows you. You’re my greatest possession, dear I made you for this very mission. Also you’re pretty, he likes pretty women.” You clench your fists by your sides. Loathing at how he sees you as an object that can be disposed whenever he pleases, like you were born to be one. 

You stand up without a word, stopping to your tracks as you near the door. “And if I fail?” 

“Oh you won’t, you don’t wanna see his tiny corpse inside his favorite backpack, do you?” You stomp your way back to his table, grabbing him by his collar with your hands. 

“He’s your son”  your words echoing around the room 

“Not biologically.” 

“I’m going to kill you after this.” you tell him sternly pulling him close as you look him straight in the eyes. The eyes that you hate the most knowing it’s the same as yours. He laughs loudly completely unfazed by your threat

“Do your mission first eh?” You drop your hold gritting your teeth before walking away. 

“Oh and take care, my lovely daughter.” He yells from behind you, your nostrils flare with one thing in your mind. Burn this place down. 

-

“Don’t fuck this up.” Your father tells you through the small earpiece, you roll your eyes. Fixing your hair making sure it covers your ear and the earpiece which is almost pea-sized. 

“If you shut up, then I won’t be as distracted” you snap, you nod at the person who opens your door. Dusting off your black long dress that hugs your boobs and body perfectly. The thigh high slit on the right side and simple jewelry you’re wearing completes the look. 

You scan the area, putting on the half black lace mask on your face. Who the hell still even throws a masquerade party?  

You nod at the security guard, showing the invitation you were able to forge easily. A crowd of people soon fill your vision. It’s dark and big but the only light that is provided is from the disco ball and bar. 

You make your way to the corner of the room, observing the people around you. If you were a normal person, you would have just simply thought this was an elegant and good party. But you weren’t, so do the people here. Few of them could be murderers, hell you already assumed everyone in this room has at least killed one or two people in this lifetime. Everyone here is dangerous. 

“Find him” the annoying voice orders. You crouch down, pretending to fix your heels, making sure the gun you strapped on your calf is still there and will stay hidden. 

“I am trying, why did you have to send me to a masquerade ball? I could just kill him in his sleep” You bite your lip looking for your target. The lighting is a good cover-up but it makes your work harder knowing everyone is wearing masks, you can’t just spot him in one go, or so you thought. 

“I’m telling you this is now or never, we won’t get a chance as close as this.” He warns  

“Shut up, turn this off if you have to.” Your breath hitch as you spot a figure on the second floor, his sleeves are rolled up revealing some of his tattoos, his arms are leaning on the railings, looking at the crowd below him. Looking at you. It’s not hard to find him considering that he carries this aura you can’t put your finger on. You gotta blend in. You curse under your breath, looking away as you make your way to the bar to get yourself a drink. That’s definitely him. 

“Straight up” you tell the bartender thanking him as you get your glass. You glance at your target, only to find out that he’s disappeared. Fuck where did he go?  

“Looking for someone?” You jump slightly from the voice behind you, you can feel his breath on your neck reminding you of how you are with each other. You take a sip of your drink, the taste of whiskey immediately burning your throat, composing yourself before responding. 

“Are you?” You turn around, raising your eyebrow at him. He chuckles lightly, putting his hand on your lower back to pull you closer to him. You gasp, grabbing his shoulder with one hand the other on your drinking glass. 

“Straight up? You're supposed to drink whiskey on the rocks” He tells you, taking the glass out of your hand for him to finish your drink as you frown at him, watching his every move. This is your chance. Don’t fall for his antics.  

“No you’re supposed to drink it with your own preference, now if you’ll excuse me” You remove his hand on you, widening the space between you both before you find yourself walking away from him. You look over your shoulder subtly, making sure he’s following you. Just like what you planned. 

“I prefer you entertaining me” He pulls you into him, your back hitting his firm chest as you feel his hands touching your hips delicately but with pressure. The feather of his mask tickling the side of your face as he brushes your hair to the side, his breath on the back of your neck feels like electricity making you tilt your head to the side giving him more access. 

“I’m not a whiskey” you lean your body on his, almost losing your balance as he turns your body around making you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Don’t you know me?” you can see his quirk eyebrows, his flirting tone not faltering though. Your face only inches away, lips hovering but not completely meeting each other. The masks clearly are a bother for you both. 

“Should I know you?” You are so close you could feel the heat of his body. Your hand making its way to the nape of his neck. 

“No, but you’re about to.” you gasp softly as your lips connect, slow and then desperately. You pull away catching your breath, he takes off his mask knocking the breath out of you, god he’s pretty that picture didn’t do him any justice. He put his finger under your mask tapping it as if asking for permission to take it off. You nod. This wasn’t part of the plan but I guess I can improvise.  

“Never seen a pretty girl like you before.” He presses his lips against your neck, making you moan and pull his hair before he’s chasing your lips again. His hand wanders through the slit of your dress, palming your pussy making you jolt in surprise. The other on your back, keeping you steady. 

“Fuck you’re so wet already.” he growls nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder that for sure will leave marks. And you can only suppress your moans, grinding on the hand that’s between your legs. His warm fingers tracing your clit through your lace underwear, putting pressure then pulling away teasing you. 

“W-wait here?” You shriek quietly, holding his wrist. Afraid that you might get attention from other people especially now that you both don’t have your masks. He chuckles looking at you with lust. 

“Look around angel, no one’s paying attention” You do as he says watching everyone minding their own business. Either too busy dancing or doing god knows what with this poor lighting room. “Tell me to stop and I will” You can kill him later. 

“Don’t” He towers over your body, hiding you from the crowd with his broad figure. You feel him set your panties aside, as you both stand in the corner of the room. You watch him retrieve his hand, gripping your chin to bring your face closer to his. Tapping your lips with his tattooed fingers. 

“Open” you open your mouth, Jungkook inserting his two fingers inside. You look at him directly in the eyes, licking his fingers delicately, before he has them shoving down your throat choking you. 

“Fuck I’ll let you have my dick in your mouth, next time” he swears taking them out and thrusting his fingers inside you with a warning. You keep your thighs shut earning a tsk from him. Slapping your pussy sending you in shock. 

“Keep them open”  You let out a loud moan in surprise, feeling his fingers stretch your walls. You tighten your grip on his shoulders, kissing his lips sloppily, leaving kisses on his neck to his jaw. Leaving your prints all over his skin to suppress your moans. 

“Oh g-god” you meet his fingers, grinding and tightening your walls as you chase your orgasm. “S-so good” 

“Yeah?” pride is evident in his voice, pushing his fingers knuckle deep inside your pussy. His thumb rubbing your clit in the process. 

“J-just like that please I’m gonna cum” you beg

“C’mon princess wet my fingers” you arch your back, Jungkook leaving sloppy kisses on your chest as you release. Feeling your slicks runs  down your legs. He helps you gain your balance as your legs shake in pleasure. You watch him bring his fingers in his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you. Licking the remnants of your pleasure. 

“Delicious” he gives you a satisfied smirk “Let's get to know each other more, yeah?” squeezing your butt one last time before dragging you across the room. 

“Jungkook” He tells you his hand enveloping yours as he leads you out of the crowd to the hallway upstairs. He looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow at you expecting you to say your name. 

“Doesn’t matter, this is only a one time thing” He nods at your response before continuing to walk, 

“What the fuck are you doing?”  a hiss from another line calls out, you scratch your ear, jungkook won’t hear him with this distance, you try to catch up to him as the noise from the party fades away, reaching another hallway with guards waiting at the end of a door. 

You gulp already calculating your moves and keeping in mind your exit points in case you get busted. You make it to the door, moving closer to Jungkook as the guard attempts to check you. 

“No need to search her, she’s with me and your job is done for the night” You quietly let out a sigh of relief, watching the guards eye you up and down before Jungkook’s pulling you inside. You don’t have time to scan the room as he immediately pins you against the floor-to-ceiling window. Your back makes contact with the cold glass, sending shivers down your spine. 

He pulls down the top part of your dress fully exposing your chest as the strap of your dress fights for its life to stay on your body. He quickly devours your nipples, giving each a lick before sucking them. He continues his assault on your breasts, nipping at the skin under to leave marks. You moan as you pull his hair in pleasure earning a growl from Jungkook. He leaves sloppy wet kisses about to go down further making your eyes widen. 

You cup his jaw with both hands stopping his ministrations. He raises his eyebrow, standing up straight to look at you with concern. You almost got hypnotized goddamn  “What’s wrong?” 

“Just .. just fuck me” you beg masking your surprise with lust, if he finds your gun down there then it’s all over. You hastily unbutton the black sleeve shirt he has on, throwing it somewhere and gulping at the sight of his abs. He quirks his eyebrows at you, chuckling lightly before nodding, completely oblivious of your plans. 

“As you wish” he quickly pulls down his trousers and underwear just enough for his length to be set free, you almost drool with how it slaps his stomach. “Condoms” he mutters to himself. You shake your head the sooner you’ll start, the sooner this will finish. 

“I'm on the pill” as if something pushes his button, Jungkook turns your body around your hand laying flat on the window glass for balance. 

“Be a good girl, yeah?” His voice sends shivers down your core, you lift your dress, just enough for him to see your behind, but not enough to notice what you are hiding. You’re both horny, he won’t notice. 

“Mhmm” setting your panties aside, you both moan in unison as he presses inside your tight cunt slowly, his long and huge girth stretching you in every way possible. 

“So tight.” He growls, the lack of condom only adding to both of your pleasure as you feel his veins. You look at him through the glass window, watching his face contorted in pleasure. You look ahead of you, if someone decides to get some air, they would clearly see you and Jungkook from there. Jungkook notices you being distracted smirking like he knows what you’re thinking. 

“You like the idea of being watched?” you can only moan, breathing heavily. Only realizing that you have someone listening to what’s happening on the other line. “Fuck you just got tighter” You clench on his dick even more, getting turn on by the moment. Jungkook’s tattooed hand makes its way to your neck, tightening the grip just enough to cut off some of the air from you. The other on your breast to keep you still and pull you closer. You yelp, hand on the back of his head pulling him possibly even closer. 

“I-m gonna cum” His thrust becomes rougher, every thrust feels like he is arranging your guts. His balls slapping your ass. He grabs your chin from the side, nibbling your earlobe and giving your lips hard, and deep kisses as you chase your high. 

“Fucking hell, princess wet my dick just like that.” your body shakes as you release your 2nd orgasm for the night, meeting Jungkook’s hips to help him chase his own high. He drills inside you, fucking you through your orgasm. He groans, the sound of skin slapping and heaving breathing fills the room. It’s not long before his thrust becomes restless filling you with his warm seeds within seconds. His dick pulsating inside you. He pulls out of you before you hear rustles from behind. 

You lean your head on the glass, fixing your straps and taking time to process your thoughts smirking as you hear something breaking. And a gun clicking behind your head. 

“Did you break it? Is he gone?” You title your head looking at the broken earpiece before he’s shoving you on the glass window. Pinning both of your hands on your back with one hand. The other holding you at gunpoint. 

“Rescue won’t come for you” he growls, you can feel the hatred in his voice, damn he’s so fast you didn’t even notice him pulling his pants up. 

“Good” you bite the inside of your cheek maintaining eye contact with him through the glass before crouching down to get your gun fast. Using all your strength to get out of his grip. “Because I won’t need it”

“You do know this is my territory right? Even if you kill me you won’t even last a second before you’re on the ground too.” you point your gun at him, Jungkook standing to his full height, you’d be lying if you say he’s not scary. “Who do you work for?” 

“No one” 

“Bullshit” you gritted your teeth, taking a deep breath before dropping your gun and putting your hands in the air to surrender. Jungkook looks at you confused before pointing the gun at your head yet again. Making you swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Kang, Kang Dae” you say slowly “he sent me to kill you” Jungkook laughs, a genuine laugh as if you told him a very funny joke. 

“Isn’t that obvious? That bastard huh my father’s life wasn’t enough?” he says sarcastically “Any last words, princess?” His eyes show no remorse, the concern look before now changed to bitterness. 

“I can help you kill him” you propose, this is your plan all along, you assume Jungkook is smart enough to put everything together. 

“What makes you think I want to kill him?” 

“He killed your father” 

“Which I am in favor of, by the way. He’s a bad man, he deserved it.” He shrugs “Tell me more” 

“He’s going to kill you one way or another, I can help you kill him first” he tilts his head, lowering his gun thinking about what you said for a moment before pointing it against your temple this time making you suck in a harsh breath. 

“You’re gonna have to convince me more than that.” 

“He has something of me” You growl but decided to beg you can’t die today “please” you tell him softly he can detect the desperation in your voice. 

“How do I know you’re not gonna betray me?” 

“You’ll have to trust me” he isn’t pleased with that answer “I won’t be out of your sight, if you find me suspicious you can kill me.” you tell him truthfully, he licks his lips, lowering his gun and tucking it to his waist. 

“Help me get what’s mine and I’ll help you kill him.” you add he nods. Watching you straighten your back and gain your composure. 

“Who are you?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” 

“It does actually, you seem to know alot about him and vice versa, you must be so special to him that he blackmails you to make you stay.” you didn’t respond to him, peering out windows and checking the parameter before closing the curtains. 

“Ahh I know you” you stop in your tracks looking at Jungkook who’s already looking at you with a smirk on his face. Hands on his hips, he still hasn’t put back his shirt on exposing his v lines. “The Knight, that’s you, yes? Unknown name, unknown face, but very known for the works you’ve down for Mr. Kang, didn’t know you’d be a woman though” 

“Something wrong with being a woman?” 

“None I think it’s great, you’re great I’m a fan of your works” you shake your head of course he would know. You are Kang’s greatest weapon, he has made that clear with every enemy of his. You have taken down all the blockages he has faced, and facing. It was fun at first, the adrenaline of killing bad guys and watching them beg for their lives. But eventually you get tired of being boss around, risking your life, fighting for a fight that’s not even yours to begin with and that makes him angry. You are always in stealth mode, no one has come close to identifying you. Kang planned that from the moment you were born. He was ahead of his enemies, until you make sure he isn’t. He thought taking your brother hostage, the only precious thing your mother has left with you, was a good idea to keep you working for him, well he thought wrong and now he’s gonna pay for it. 

“I need to contact him, he needs to know I’m alive and you’re not so he won’t be suspicious.” he nods hesitating at first but eventually agreeing, 

“I’ll tell my team to fake my death and announce it through the people of the streets. Make it easier for him to believe you.” you watch him rummage through the cabinet that sits in the corner of the room. He puts on a black shit, his chest prominent, he catches you staring at him, looking away as you clear your throat. 

“Thank you” 

“Don’t thank me yet” 

-

“Shifting hours would be from 6 in the evening to 6 in the morning, we should be there at 4 they’d be tired and won’t see it coming” you tell the people around the table, a sketch of the mansion spread out on the wooden desk. You left the party with Jungkook, going to a more hidden place where you assume that this might be his home. 

“The package will be here, whoever gets there first will protect the package at all costs” Jungkook tells his team sternly, no wonder why he’s the leader, he’s got the potential and that look. Even with his stance alone he looks intimidating. “Get ready, make sure all your equipment is loaded” he nods at the crowd as they disperse outside the meeting room, leaving you and Jungkook alone. 

You look up at the ceiling sighing in frustration as anxiety starts to creep in. This needs to work. “You okay?” 

“No” you sit on the edge of the table looking at Jungkook who’s standing beside you. You flinch as he grabs both of your wrists, observing it before rubbing an ointment from god knows where. His warm hands calming you.

“I’m sorry about this” you didn’t even notice the marks on your skin until he says so, you pull your hands away, shaking your head as you chuckle lightly, 

“It’s fine” he’s so close, you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. You pull the oversized coat closer to you body, it was given to you by Jungkook the moment you left the room, telling you he can’t have his team getting distracted by your body when your face is more than enough already which made you blush of course you didn’t let him see it.  

“I’ll let you rest, you can use the room upstairs on the left. No one will bother you there” He walks away from you, not giving you a second glance before you stop him. 

“Jungkook” he turns around waiting for you to continuum looking at you with the most gentle expression he has. “The package, it’s my brother, he’s only 4” you look down, biting your bottom lip, preventing yourself from breaking down right there and then. 

Jungkook opens his mouth only to close them, not knowing what to say as he watches you fiddle with the coat you have on. You walk towards where his figure is, standing in front of him as you stare at each other. 

“If all else fails, you have to save him. It’s him over me” the words feel bitter on your tongue, but it’s the reality you have to live with. It’s either Kang’s body or yours on the ground. You know him too well to even let you live for a second the moment he finds out about your plan. 

“You’ll both be okay” he assures, patting your shoulder, you shake your head you need to hear it from him 

“Promise me, you’ll protect him” 

“I promise, but can you at least tell me your real name?” he asks curiously you chuckle about how to respond but he’s already putting his hands up in defense “I know, i know only a one time thing yeah?” 

“Just tell me why he’s doing this to his own children, so I can make him suffer a little more” he gives you a small smile in which you return 

“y/n and it’s a long story” it takes him a second to process what you just said, before his grinning from ear to ear, his bunny teeth showing. He looks normal. He stares at the clock on the wall. 

“We still have 5 hours” and those 5 hours are filled with you and Jungkook talking about everything you can think of. He also shared his story. Listening to him made you realize you weren’t the only one with the same fate, you both shared some common interests. You tried your best not to spill everything, but for the first time, for some reason, with Jungkook it feels nice to talk and share about your life with. 

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“You ready?” you nod at Jungkook, watching everyone around you surround the house you grew up in. Making their way inside as quietly as possible with their guns. You can only trust Jungkook and his team that was set to rescue your brother. 

“Don’t worry, they’ll make it in time” He assures you, as if he’s able to read your mind. “We have to get to Kang first before, he gets suspicious” you make you way to the hallway, a couple of dead bodies on the ground hidden in the corner of the room, you look at Jungkook once you spot the guards, communicating with your eyes as the two guard walk to your direction, ready to leave their post

You jump on the guard, letting Jungkook take care of another one. You had the man on chokehold, using his body to cling on him to tighten your grip on his neck and squeeze the life out of the man. You hear him grunts, taking out his knife to stab your side. You hiss trying to ignore the pain as adrenaline pulses through your body. You made sure he had no time to scream for help. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, the other man following suit. 

You both creep out of the hallway, nodding at each other with pistol in hand before barging into your father’s office. The feeling of hatred and disgust every time you come inside is still the feeling you have now though you can’t ignore the small part of you that’s afraid of what this man can do. 

You pause looking at his silhouette, his back turned against you. “Ahh you’re here” he chuckles 

You walk closer to him pointing the gun at his head as he turns his chair around slowly, a light cigarette on his hand. His face shows now surprise as if he has been waiting for this moment.

“Great plan by the way. You look just like your father, a shame he’s not here to witness this” He grins tilting his head as he looks at Jungkook behind you. You tighten your grip to your gun, wanting to pull the trigger so badly. 

“Had a good night last night? You can thank me for that, she has you wrapped around her fingers no?” he teases, god you wish you could wipe off that smirk on his face right now. 

“I told you I was gonna kill didn’t I?” you give him a piercing look, maintaining a good distance from him in case he tries to fight back. There was a flicker of fear in his eyes before it turned back to pride. 

“I know I’ll get killed eventually, it was either you or one of my enemies.” he chuckles, puffing out smoke unbothered. “Daughter, I know you you can’t kill me” he challenges 

“No, but he can” you rush to his back, pinning his head on the table as you put cuffs behind his back and tie his legs on the chair in which he didn’t flinch. Jungkook is now standing in front of him with a gun pointed at his head. 

“Did you really think I didn’t plan this through? The moment he pulls the trigger you know you’ll be the one to take over and my enemies they’re going to come for you” he growls, you can’t help but feel a little weak over his threat because you know it’s the truth. Jungkook looks at your faltering figure tilting his head, motioning you to come over to him and you do so, purposely hiding behind his figure to compose yourself, you can’t show emotions now. 

“Goodbye Kang” 

“Oh I almost forgot, you might wanna have to check on that brother of yours, he should be drowning by now” He laughs you look at Jungkook with horror he mouths a “go’ before you’re sprinting towards the door 

“You like her boy? I bet she’s as delicious as her mothe-” 

“You disgusting old piece of shit.” the sound of a gunshot stops you in your tracks looking back at your father’s grin fading as his body goes limp on the floor. A loud thud is heard when his body hits the ground. One last look and your footsteps echo through the empty corridor, making your way to where your brother is supposed to be, passing through dead bodies on the way. 

Loud footsteps follow behind you. Your heart beats faster as you come to the scene. 

“Ji woo?” you yell brushing off the crowd that has formed. You hear Jungkook shouting make way , his team doing as he says. Your heart drops at the sight of a water tank, it’s not huge but huge enough for a 4 year-old to drown. Eyes frantically looking for a small figure. 

“Y/n” you gasp at the voice, eyes stopping at your brother who’s currently in the arms of one of Jungkook’s men. A towel wrapped around his small body. 

“We got him out before the water reached his waist” you nod, thanking the man before scooping your brother out of his arms. You enfold him into a hug, his small arms circling around your neck as he sobs. 

“It was scary, yes?” he only sobs harder, if your mother was here this wouldn't happen in the first place, she won’t even get to see him grow and fall in love. You feel pity for both of your brother and mother. If only you could have saved them both sooner. “I’m here now it’s okay” you rub his back, hoping it will give him more warmth. 

You grunt as his knee bumps your side, Jungkook notices your pain observing your side before reaching his hands out to get Ji woo. “You’re bleeding” 

“I’m fine” Jungkook only shakes his head because of your stubbornness. 

“If you want to live and stay with him, then let them check that wound.” You sigh in defeat, handing over Ji woo to Jungkook, he was scared at first but Jungkook gives him a genuine smile and a nod of encouragement. 

“Can you be my brother forever?” Ji woo asks innocently, his eyes widening in curiosity as he looks at Jungkook who’s carrying him in his hips. 

“Of course” they both giggle, Jungkook brushing his nose to his. You walk side by side, going straight to the medics with your wound. It didn’t hurt earlier but now it definitely hurts like a bitch. 

“We need to check him too, he might develop hypothermia” you nod reassuring Ji woo that you’ll see him again soon before Jungkook hands him over to the professionals. He stays beside you, biting the inside of his cheek as he stares at the space in front him. 

“You okay?” 

“H-huh of course” you nod, watching the paramedic tend to your wound, gritting your teeth in pain. 

“Just a few stitches, it’s not deep.” you lay down on their bed, Jungkook sitting beside you. You grab on the bed as you receive the local anesthesia to numb your side. It isn’t long before you’re done with your stitches. Now you’re looking at the place that has been your home and nightmare at the same time. 

“The bodies have been taken care of, and they’re in the process of cleaning up the blood and such. Your father will be buried too, do you wanna know where?” 

“No” 

“That’s fine, if you want to continue to live here I can have my team clean out everything, save the things you want to save.” save the things you want to save. There’s none. All the things that belonged to your mother had been burned by Kang, she now only exists in your memory and your brother is the only reminder that she’s been here. 

“Just burn the house” You see him looking at you in your peripheral vision, completely taken aback by your statement. You’re going to start over .

“About what he said earlier, if anyone comes for you or if you need help-” you’re thankful for Jungkook, but you can’t afford any more losses. Meeting him in the future will only mean danger for the both of you. 

“Thank you Jungkook, but we won’t need it. I will not continue my father’s doing” you tell him honestly, giving him a small smile. For now, you will leave as far away as possible from this place with your brother, it will be hard hiding from the others who want your head but you can worry about that later. 

“Will we see each other again?” you feel your heart skips a beat

“A one time thing, remember?” you both laugh wholeheartedly, pausing as you stare at each other. 

“Goodbye y/n”

“Goodbye Jungkook” 

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

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A/n: I'm sorry for another short chapter, but hopefully the detail makes up for the somewhat shortness, haha. My kids are finally at their dad's and now I am able to publish chapters all weekend. I would like to thank each and everyone of you for taking your time to read, heart, comment and reblog. It makes me so unbelievably happy! So, thank you! <3

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Chapter 8

Gale Weathers was quick to show up at your house, her neon-yellow skirt flapping behind her and her cheeks rouge from almost tripping out of her work van.

“Jesus! The camera, hurry!” She snapped at her cameraman, who seemed to be struggling to hold the object on his shoulder.

“My name isn’t Jesus..” He trailed, Gale only ignored him as she flattened her outfit and picked up speed, almost jogging towards the police car you were in.

She ducked down, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, the car now in drive, “(Y/n), is that you in there?” She shouted, tapping frantically at the window.

You flipped her off, annoyed that she was here, fortunately, Burke sensed your aggravation and noticed Gale; he pressed on the gas and the vehicle picked up speed down the driveway.

“Excuse me…” Gale shouted at your friend, “Was that (Y/n) they took away?” She asked, walking after Tatum.

“I am not talking to you right now…” Tatum scorned, trying to ignore Gale’s constant questioning.

“What happened to her?”

“None of your damn business!” Tatum yelled, storming up to her car.

“I heard something about a mask, a costume of some sort, is that true?” The brunette followed Tatum, once again tapping at a car’s window.

“Can you tell me anything, anything at all?”

“Yeah, you are an absolute pain in the ass!”

Tatum sped off, causing Gale to move away.

“Leave both Sid and (Y/n) alone!”

Gale scoffed, pinching the bridge of her nose, anger flashing across her orbs.

“Where is she going?” Her cameraman suddenly popped up behind her.

Gale gave him a sour look as she grabbed his wrist, her voice changing octave. “Look, Kenny.” She started, looking up at the bigger-taller man. “I know you’re about 50 pounds overweight, but when I say “hurry,”” She raised her tone, pointing a finger at him. “Please interpret that as “move your fat, tub-of-lard ass now!”” She groaned, ripping her mic away from his hand.

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You hurried into the police station, your shoes squeaking off the cleanliness of the ground, you spotted Sidney in the distance causing you to stop in your tracks.

She looked at you, eyes wide and pink from crying, another Officer’s jacket draped over her, assuming to comfort her from the traumatic event that happened around the same time yours did.

You mouthed at her, narrowing your eyes, your brows almost fusing together at the angry face you made, “How could you?”

Her mouth twitched, not sure how to respond, she slouched deeper into the chair, trying to avoid your death stare.

Sidney placed her hand on her forehead, leaning into her touch, closing her eyes. Stress and sadness eating up her thoughts.

You bit the inside of your cheek, not furthering the intimidation you had on her.

You frowned, looking into a window across from you where Billy sat inside; staring at Sidney with hurt printed on his features, he didn’t acknowledge that you were there yet.

Shaking your head in disappointment, you strolled towards the room.

“Let me ask you this. What’re you doing with a cellular telephone, son?” Officer Brinks asked, not registering that you were there.

“Everyone has one, Officer.” You stated, leaning up against the doorframe, Billy and his father looked at you, somewhat shocked that you were here.

“Miss--”

“(Y/n).” You butted in, introducing yourself, pushing yourself off of the frame, heading towards your friend.

“I came as quickly as I could, Billy.” You smiled warmly at him, placing a small hand on his shoulder, the action caused a faint blush to spread across his cheeks.

“May I?” You asked, nodding towards the empty chair.

Officer Brinks sighed, knowing full well that you were not leaving.

“Please…” He motioned for you to sit, which you gladly accepted. “Why aren’t you with Sheriff Burke?” He crossed his arms, leaning against his chestnut-coloured desk.

“I’ll answer that when it is my turn.” You smirked, “Right now, please, go ahead, continue with your accusation.” You pointed towards Billy, leaning into your chair.

“Very well.” Brinks mumbled, looking from you to Billy.

“I did not make those calls, I swear.” Billy groaned, a brown piece of hair falling in front of his face.

“Check the phone bill, for Christ’s sake.” His father interjected. “Call Vital Phone Comp. They got records of every number dialed.”

“Gee, thanks Hank, we’re on top of it.” Brinks gripped the edge of his desk.

You glared at the officer, listening intently.

“What were you doing over at Sidney’s house tonight?”

“I wanted to see her, that’s all.” Billy folded his hands together.

“And last night? Sidney said you crawled through her window last night, too.”

“You went out last night?” Hank suddenly said, you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I was watching TV and got bored, okay? I decided to go out for a drive.” He stated plainly.

“Did you happen to drive by Casey Becker’s house?”

Billy dismissed the question, “No. No, I didn’t.”

“Alright, that’s enough..” You intervened, standing up. “He came to my house after Sidney’s. He’s no killer.” You snipped, “Sidney lives at least 7-10 minutes away from me, where Casey’s place is 15 to 20 minutes away from me.” You sighed, “ There’s not a chance in hell he could’ve killed both Casey and Steve and still manage to get to my place in that time frame. Clearly there’s two of them, but Billy is not one.”

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Chapter 2

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WARNING: PLEASE READ

Sensitive topics including vague details of SA. Reader will display many mental health such as depression, PTSD, and anxiety. I will also discuss after effects of said trauma such as hyper sexuality, over-sexualizing oneself, over trusting, and many more. (Many cope in different ways however I am more familiar with this side of the spectrum as I have taken this information from my experience.) Suicidal topics. Horror. Manipulation. Blasphemy. Religious horror and possibly hints of religious trauma. Demons. Paganism. Witchcraft (I try to depict witchcraft as accurate as I can however if I make it too accurate, it will seem boring so I did add magical abilities. I write it based off of how I practice it). Possession. Death. Murder. Exorcism. Sex. Ritualistic sex. Female reader. A bit of crack (reader doesn’t take things seriously. Humor is the way of coping 😭)

If any of these themes trigger you, please do not read. You have already been warned.

Writing criticism is appreciated since I want to get better in writing.

Note: This story is heavily inspired by Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and honestly I was going to write a story like that but I wanted something original. I did leave in some ideas I really liked so to anyone who watched it, you guys may know a little bit of the direction I’m going with for a specific character. Also yay, I did manage to post it but Chapter 3 may take a bit.

Summary: Everything is happening too fast and it just keeps getting worse. Hey, at least you got to see a friend!

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Hongjoong’s body is tangled with yours with only a thin blanket covering you both. He feels so good as he thrusts slowly and passionately into your sopping wet hole.

“Hongjoong,” Whines fell from your lips like a prayer. You dig your nails into his back and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Feel so good, squeezing me so right, doll,” He groans in your ear, his tip pressing against your cervix snugly.

“Joong, please,” You gasp as his pace quickens, driving you closer and closer to the taste of your sweet orgasm.

“That’s right. Say my name, doll. Scream it. Worship me,”He starts grunting out nonsense, although it sounded right under the drunken haze of pleasure. His thrust only became rougher, drawing strings of profanity from you. “So sinful,” He chuckles. “Tell God how much you love this demon’s cock,” He cackles, tearing you away from pleasure. When you look at him, his eyes are rolled back to his head and some black substance oozes out of his mouth.

You let out a horrid scream and reached for anything on your night stand. “Get off of me!” You cry, grabbing some object and hitting Hongjoong on the head with it. He then collapses over you and you shakily toss away the object you killed him with, a crucifix.

He lifts his head up, “You can’t run from the mark of lust.”

You sat up immediately, ending whatever nightmare that was. It felt so real, and you swear it felt so good before the whole demonic stuff happened.

That night you prayed. To be honest, during times like these, you suddenly become a devout Christian, or was it Catholic? Does it matter? They both worship God.

“Have you ever seen Doctor Who?” You walk around the courtyard of the church as you ask the priest some questions. The courtyard doesn’t seem to be well taken care of, the shrubs over growing and eroding statues. The grass could also use some cutting.

“No, can’t say that I have,” He shakes his head.

“Well there’s these weeping angels. They’re pretty much statues and when you blink or when the lights go out, they move. I would have nightmares from them.” You remembered you were at the dorms during your college days and your roommate had introduced you to the show. After watching the weeping angels in particular did she start regretting it, as you woke up in cold sweats. You had dreams of the angels chasing you.

“Well the church has plenty of those,” Hongjoong laughs as you shudder at the thought. The leaves crunched under your shoes, as the weather had gotten colder and it seems the world is dying around you.

“Do they ever move?” You ask jokingly as you link arms with him.

He shrugs, “Yeah.”

You look up at him, scoffing, “Oh really?”

He smirks as he nods. “Yeah. There’s one behind you?”

You turn your head to look behind and there was nothing. “Liar,” You huff and Hongjoong came to a sudden stop. Confused, you turned your head back to face the front to question why he stopped.

“No I’m not,” He says as you come face to face with the stone cold statue that looks at you with empty eyes.

“You are so mean!” You raise your voice but you weren’t offended by the harmless joke.

“Michael just wanted to say hi.”

“Well I’m saying goodbye,” You roll your eyes as you walk ahead of him.

He laughs as he watches you slowly walk off, eyes glazing over your figure and the way you kick some rocks while muttering under your breath. His gaze wanders back up and stops at your waist, or at least the middle of your spine much closer to your tailbone. “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

You wave him off, “Not falling for it.”

“No, I'm serious. You’re bleeding.”

“I would feel if I were bleeding,” You turn to him, brows furrowed.

“I could take a picture to show you,” He offers.

You sigh and hand him your phone. He leans down and pulls your shirt up by an inch. “Oh shit!” He gasps, making you panic.

“What. What. What happened?” You ask, trying to look at your back for yourself.

“Let me just,” He snaps the picture then turns the phone screen to you.

“Oh fuck,” You whisper as you zoomed into the picture. It’s slightly still bloody, however you can easily make out swollen red marks that form into an unknown symbol. It’s almost as if you’ve been branded. “Hongjoong, this seems demonic. I’m too hot to be possessed. . .” You whimper, eyes brimming with tears. “My gorgeous face would be ruined by a demon!” Wails come from you as you can already imagine that one girl from The Exorcist. In all horror movies, the host always becomes ugly after possession. “Like I wanted to die but not like this! Even if I’m on my deathbed, I have to remain gorgeous!”

“Y/N, I fear you have questionable priorities, however I can recommend some things since we’re not sure if you’re truly possessed,” Hongjoong says, rather too calmly.

“How do you know?” She grabs onto his shirt and shakes him. “How are you so sure?” She looks deep into his eyes.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes and pulls out a rosary. “What do you feel when you look at this?”

“Trauma. Those times when my parents would force me to recite the rosary ten times,” You shudder. “Wait- does that mean I’m possessed?” You gasp dramatically.”

“Do you feel violent? Like you’re going to hurt me. Or perhaps do you feel physical pain?” He asks.

You scoff, “What? No! Of course not.”

“Then you’re not possessed,” He flicks your forehead earning a grunt from you as you rub the spot.

“But how do you know?” She insists.

“Because as a former exorcist, I know that most demons would immediately react to anything holy, and the fact you’re standing in front of the church shows that you’re not possessed. There is a rare case where a demon doesn’t react at all, meaning the demon is very strong, but there are still some symptoms unless the demon fully takes control of the body,” He explains.

“Oh, okay,” You sigh in relief. “I’m good.”

“But it could also mean that you’re a target of a demon.”

“We’ll get rid of it! How do I get rid of it!” You cry.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic you are. “Sleep with a crucifix in your room, pray at night, and go to confession and apologize for the lack of faith,” He instructs.

“Is that 100% foolproof?” You ask.

“No.”

“Damn,” You huff.

Suddenly, a loud high pitched scream causes you both to freeze and look at each other in panic. Collectively, you both decide to run to where the screams came from. Once Hongjoong pushes the heavy wooden doors open, he looks around and sees that the deacon has already arrived at the scene.

“Seonghwa, what happened?” Hongjoong asks as his gaze falls on the nun, Sister Anna, who’s crying next to the man. Before them is another nun who remains unmoving.

“I’m afraid the killer has gotten into the parish, Father,” Seonghwa says calmly.

Hongjoong walks up to them with you following close behind. The closer you got the more you were able to make out the scene. “Oh my God,” you gasp, earning a look from Seonghwa for using God’s name in vain.

The nun on the pew sits stiff, her hands tied together with a rosary. She looks at the huge cross above the altar however her eyes are deep pits of emptiness. She’ll never see God. The killer scooped out her eyes. Was she praying while getting killed? How did she get killed in the first place? Not a single gunshot or stab wound. Her body is just there, praying.

“I’ll prepare the funeral right away,” Seonghwa says with a lack of emotion, taking the body as if it was nothing.

“Shouldn’t we leave the body so that the police can investigate?” You ask.

“And ruin the peace of the church? Giving a proper funeral for Sister Mary is what she would have wanted,” Seonghwa says sternly, to which you don’t understand. Someone died. Why is he being so calm about this?

“Look, Y/N,” Hongjoong turns to you. “I think you should go home. I don’t think you should see any more of this.”

“But-“ You start but the look in his eyes, the look that says, ‘question and you’ll see the consequences,’ forces you to shut up and turn away from. “Yeah, I’ll see you,” You force out before walking down the long isle till you get to the huge set of wooden doors.

You have decided to cut through the woods, realizing that it’s a very quick shortcut to your house. As always, you pass by the huge oak tree. Maybe this is the reason the town is called Oakheart.

“You bear the mark of lust,” A woman sneers.

Your head spins to the voice. It’s the woman from before. This time, she wears a black thin veil over her head.

“That. How did you-“ You are flabbergasted. You recalled your dream. You can’t run from the mark of lust. “Who are you?”

At the corner of her lips curve into a smirk. She transforms in a blink of an eye. The once wrinkled skin becomes tight and youthful, although there’s still age. She looks very mature. Her eyes are sharp and her blue eyes are piercing cold. Her once pruned lips are pulled tight, the color dark red like wine, or even blood.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you back away. “The woman. The old lady. The grandma! How? What,” You stutter, trying to make sense of everything. You’re not high or drunk so this must be real, right? You pinch your skin to make sure.

You could care less for an explanation at this point as you run off. First you witnessed a murder. Now you’re seeing things. It’s best if you just go home.

“You can’t run, child! You’re a beacon! They’ll find you!” The woman calls from behind you.

You keep running and running until you make it to your street. You’re never going through the forest ever again. You don’t even look back, nor look at where you are going so it’s no surprise when you collide with someone.

“Are you okay?” The man asks, though the kindness is unexpected. In New York, you know you’d get many nasty remarks.

“I’m so sorry- Wooyoung!?” You gasp, recognizing the face of an old friend.

“Y/N? I haven’t seen you in so long!” Wooyoung’s face lights up, erasing all the negative feelings you harbored. Finally someone familiar.

He’s what you can describe as the typical shy church boy, always hiding behind his glasses. He has a soft spoken voice to him, which to be honest does not match his face nor his smile that naturally looks mischievous. He looks like he’s scheming when it’s the complete opposite. He’s a sweet guy.

“Just visiting. Rough times,” You chuckle awkwardly.

“I’m somewhat saddened that you never even visited me,” He frowns.

“I’m sorry Woo, it’s just so many things going on. I see you still got your typical outfit going on here,” You lightly tease, hoping to change the topic and lighten up the mood. “It’s really about time you get rid of those flannels.”

He always wears his typical flannel shirt, buttoned all the way to the top and khaki pants. He dresses like a dad. And of course he always sports his black thick-rimmed glasses. You always say he has the face of a model but he never cares, always telling you , “It matters not the clothing or richness you have. God judges all equally.”

“So how’s it been? Are you working or anything?” You ask curiously.

“I’ve actually taken a job as a history teacher in Oakheart High School,” He chuckles.

“Oh really? Any interesting history?” You ask, knowing that history class back in your high school days was a bore.

“You’d be surprised. You can call me this town's historian, well unofficially anyways,” He shrugs with a chuckle. “How about you?”

“Neurosurgeon. So where are you off to?” You ask.

“Home. You should, too. Y’know it’s very dangerous for us to be out and about with the murders.”

“Yeah, I just witnessed a murder in the church,” You shrug nonchalantly, earning a gasp from him and he quickly covers your mouth.

“Don’t say that out loud. It will cause panic to everyone. Whatever you saw, keep it to yourself. I’ll pretend like I never heard what you said,” He warns you, urgency clear in his eyes, darting about to make sure no one heard. “Now I’ll be going home. You have a nice day okay,” He smiles, taking his hand off your face and walks back.

“Bye Woo.”

This town doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

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“They found the murderer! Come on! We have to go!” Your father screams, waking up the whole house. He rushes you and your mom out the door as quickly as possible.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“Church,” Your father says, adding nothing more. You all got in the car and drove 10 minutes. You know cutting through the forest is faster.

When you all arrive, the parking lot is filled, having to park on the side of the road instead. It seems the whole town is there.

“What’s going on?” You ask once more, getting more confused by the second when you see people heading into the woods.

“Just don’t ask and follow us,” Your father responds gruffly.

You said you’ll never go back to the woods but here you are amongst a whole group of people. “Woo!” You whisper, weaving your way to stand next to him. “What’s going on?”

“The murderer, they found the murderer and she was found to be a witch,” Wooyoung shortly explains, eyes focused ahead as he clutches the rosary beads in his hand. “God is gracious,” He kisses the beads.

“Oakheart used to be a coven of witches, that is until the Evangelist came and forced us to turn to their God. Others who refused were burned here,” You remember the words of the old woman. Here you are, standing before the large oak tree once more, anticipating the events that would unfold, and it doesn’t seem good.

Hush murmurs drowned the silence of the woods. It seems everyone knows what’s happening but you. You don’t know what to expect.

“Brothers and sisters,” The familiar voice of Hongjoong quickly hushes the crowd. The deacon, Seonghwa, stood next to him. “It is thanks to our devoted loyalty and prayers to God that we have found the demon causing havoc to our town. A witch.”

“I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it!” Screams echo through the quiet forest as the nuns drag a woman to Hongjoong.

Your hand shakily covers your mouth, recognizing the old woman. There’s no way. A fragile woman like her? But the way she transformed before your eyes. Maybe she did do it. She seems to be staring at you now. You know I didn’t do it.

You don’t get it. If she’s the murderer, why is she here instead of in jail? What are the police doing? What is Hongjoong doing?

“Now we won’t be burning any witches but we know what to do with them,” Hongjoong smiles. He then turns to the nuns who dragged the woman to a platform and only did you notice that there’s a rope tied to a strong branch on the tree.

“There’s no way,” You whisper.

“It’s what happens to witches,” Wooyoung assures you. “History says so.”

Hongjoong puts the noose around the woman’s neck then steps back. “Brothers and sisters, we should not place mistrust in each other, but this is an example of what happens to the worshippers of the devil. With a nod, Seonghwa drops the platform, causing the woman to drop with it, the noose causing her to lose circulation and ultimately killing her. Hongjoong is turned away from you but from where you are, you can make out a smirk.

“What the fuck,” You manage to get out as you back away from the crowd. Everything happened so quickly. One moment she was screaming, the next second she’s limp. You want to puke. You might puke.

“Where are you going?” Wooyoung asks.

“Out!” You scream, causing a commotion. You run away from the group of people, Wooyoung calling out your name and your parents running after you.

You weren’t going to wait for a bus. You immediately call for an Uber as you pack your bags.

“Where are you going? You can’t just leave,” You’re mother yells.

“Well I can and I will. I am an adult!” You look out the window to see your Uber waiting for you. You push past your mother. You don’t even make eye contact with your dad.

Hongjoong killed someone. In fact, he was smiling. You can’t be mistaken.

“I’m not coming back. Not even if you force me,” You put your bag over the shoulder. You walk out the house, not even glancing back as you enter the car.

“No you are not leaving!” Your mom cries, forcing the car door open.

“Let go!” You yell, pushing her, causing her to stumble.

“Theresa!” Your dad calls you by your catholic name, as if a strong boisterous voice would scare you. You close the door and tell the driver to just go. You weren’t going to come back. There’s a reason you go by your middle name rather than your first. Maybe you should have changed your name to Lucy out of spite. They always believe Lucy is just a shortened version of Lucifer. Or maybe Lilith? That would rile them up. It doesn’t matter anymore. And fuck Hongjoong.

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Jung Wooyoung drives home in the dark rainy night, singing to whatever song is on the radio. Suddenly, he sees a person on the road in front of his car which forced him to swerve so suddenly. He looks back in shock then undoes his seatbelt before getting out of the car to check on the person he saw.

“Hello?” He calls out into the dark road, as nobody had invested in more lights. No answer and so he keeps on walking to the direction of where he saw the person.

“Help me! Please!” A man begs from behind him. He turns slowly to look at him.

“Oh my god,” He whispers to himself, looking at the dirty disheveled guy. So he finds himself driving the young man in the back of his car to his house. “Oh poor thing,” He shakes his head. “My house is just at the end of this road. We’ll get you all cleaned up. Tomorrow I’ll call a doctor to get you all checked.”

Wooyoung is quick to give the man the best hospitality he can offer. “I brewed you some tea. I would have gotten coffee if it wasn’t night already,” Wooyoung smiles at the young man who had finally gotten all cleaned up. The man slowly approaches him. “I also found some cookies. What’s your name? Can you tell me what happened to you?” He asks. He’s far too kind, inviting a stranger into his home, offering them refreshments without knowing anything about them. “Did someone attack you?”

The man shakes his head and sits in front of him. “No. The woods did.”

Wooyoung bites his lip for a second before his lips form a smile, sitting down as well. “Wow, well you’re not from around here, aren't you?” He chuckles. “You know, everyone knows about the witch hunt in Salem, but many people don’t know that there was one, right here in Oakheart. 1692. Well maybe the lucky few who escaped. It’s no surprise the spirits of the woods are mad. There was a hanging today.” He starts talking about the eerie history of the town. “Back then, thirteen witches were hanged in the forest,” He tells the man, explaining why he believed him so easily, being one to be a huge believer of superstitions. The superstitions are the reason he becomes even more a devout Christian, not wanting to awaken any angry spirits.

“How do you know so much,” The man asks, “about witches?”

Wooyoung smiles, “Well, I may be the unofficial historian of Oakheart. Plus, I teach at the high school. Oakheart High School. The town is actually named Oakheart because the tree the witches were hanged was an oak-”

“Do you know Y/N?”

“Yes actually! She’s my friend,” He says, taken aback. “Do you know her?”

“Not yet,” The man answered in a distorted voice which made Wooyoung stand up in fear. “But hell will be much livelier with her.” The man raises his arm up, sending a silver sheer to stab Wooyoung’s neck. He looks at the stranger in shock before collapsing to the floor.

The man approaches his body, touching his fresh warm blood while chanting in latin. The stranger transforms into the image of the man, smirking to himself. “Asmodeus, you owe me. I’m not one to play matchmaker.”

[justastraymoa]

ADVENTURES WITH CHEESE EXTENDED EDITION PT 5

The first time another member of the Chan Clan it was quite a wakeup call. Literally.

I was peacefully sleeping when suddenly I had a blonde jumping on me and landing heavily. Not the most pleasant way to be woken up.

Rightly so, I screamed bloody murder and shoved the man off of me. There was a hiss in the room behind me as I opened the door and I turned just long enough to snatch Cheese from his spot on the bed, fur raised and teeth bared in warning before running out again. Right into Bins chest with a oof.

“Y/n, what happened?” He asked still half asleep and with some kind of blunt object I couldn’t make out in his hand.

I moved to hide behind Bin as the other 3 came out of their rooms as well, looks of confusion and wariness on their faces. “A man just jumped on me while I was sleeping.” I whisper yelled.

My entire body was shaking and my heart raced in fear and anxiety. Even my voice shook when I spoke. Bin shoved me gently over to Hyune while Lino stood in front of both of us and Bin and Chan started toward my bedroom, chosen weapons ready to go.

Hyune rubbed his hand up and down my arm in comfort as we waited in silence. Cheese was growling lowly in my arms, entire attention on the door of our room.

“Felix! Fucking A man!” Chan said loudly a minute later.

The atmosphere immediately changed around me as everyone relaxed. “Felix, what are you doing?” Hyune asked abandoning me to go into the bedroom.

From my spot I could see the blonde man I vaguely recognized now from pictures standing sheepishly by the bed where I shoved him off me. He rubbed a hip in pain and looked properly embarrassed by what happened.

“Im sorry! I forgot that you moved to a new room, I wanted to surprise you!” He almost pouted.

Lino wacked Felix gently in the back of the head. “By giving our girl a heart attack?”

I ignored ‘the our’ girl comment, used to their possessiveness by now. It even secretly made me happy and warm on the inside. But I will never tell them that and if they ever found out I would deny it to my grave.

Felix waved his hands. “I thought it was Jinnie!”

I the end Felix apologized to me many, many times before I finally claimed my room back to change into clothes for the day and start on breakfast for everyone. Plus a guest apparently.

Yes, I was annoyed. And crabby. Being woken up the way I was would do that to anyone. That feeling seemed to transfer over to Cheese as well, who refused to let anyone really pet him all morning and wouldn’t even cuddle on the couch when I curled up to read a book. He stalked around the apartment mewing lowly in his throat.

“I thought you guys said he was friendly.” Felix mentioned after having to snatch his hand back when Cheese snapped at him for daring to touch him.

I looked up from my book. “Being woken up so rudely by someone he doesn’t know makes him crabby.” I murmured.

Felixs eyes got wide and a little sad. “Aww! I’m sorry, Cheese. I didn’t mean to scare you either.”

I smirked at how Felix knew immediately that he needed to apologize to Cheese like he would another human. Cheese was smart and used to being treated like he was. He would understand the apology. It was whether he would accept it, that was the issue.

Hyune and Felix took up the living room for most of the day, playing some game that went right over my head even as they tried to politely explain it to me when I asked questions. I gave up quickly and just enjoyed watching them play when I wanted to take a break from reading.

We had a growing problem. And it was constantly all over the floor in the apartment. Cheese had too many toys. And he loved pulling them out and leaving them in places that someone would step on them or trip on them. I felt like I was constantly picking up after him.

I started to sneak some into the trash without telling the boys. Lino would give me a look of betrayal just for suggesting I toss some of the toys Cheese didn’t seem to enjoy all that much. He was the number one spoiler of Cheese, so it made sense.

I didn’t harp on him too much about it though, remembering that he had his own babies he was probably missing terribly. If Cheese helped him then I wouldn’t deny him Cheese or the spoiling of Cheese. I would sneak some toys into the trash instead.

Cheese, however, caught on to me quickly and was not happy. I started catching him in or near the trash can after I had thrown a toy away, yowling loudly.

“You don’t even play with it, bub. Leave it be you have plenty of other toys.” I left the kitchen, determined to ignore his bratty behavior until he was distracted or lost interest.

So that was what was going on! They were literally competing on who could get Cheese to like them more!

Well, they lose. Cheese loves me the most. I’m his mama and he is a mama’s boy through and through!

A/N: This is a short one, kind of a filler, but I got to introduce Felix a bit. Hopefully with the extended edition I’ll be able to introduce the rest of the Stray Kids, and they can all love on Cheese. (don’t worry Cheese does forgive Felix eventually)

Thank you for reading and interacting! One both or all is all amazing! I hope you enjoyed it and also, if you have anything you would like to see the Chan Clan do with y/n and Cheese drop me an ask. I’ll see what I can do 😊

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[hauntedestheart]

Security Measures - Artifacts

Entry 4 in the Security Measures series- the stories of a boy named Trevor as he attempts to protect his possession-prone boyfriend Andy from snatchers.

I'm gonna start off with a clear warning: don't mess with artifacts.

I'm going use the term "artifact" to describe any sort of object that holds special powers which can be used to alter people's minds and bodies, and trust me when I say that there are many in the world.

More on that later, but first, let's discuss why I don't like them.

The obvious appeal of an artifact is convenience- an artifact has prepackaged power that can be deployed with no messy preparation, so the right artifact can put someone into a different body in the blink of an eye even if they had no clue this kind of power existed beforehand. Anyone can pick one up and use one, often with no questions asked.

But if that sounds too good to be true, that's because it is. You may be holding the artifact in your hand, but that doesn't mean that you're in control of it- in fact, I'd often say that the opposite is true. Having access to that kind of power has a funny way of messing with the user's mind and I've seen unsuspecting rubes quickly fall in too deep and lose themselves in ways they didn't anticipate.

If you get an artifact, toss it away. Walk the other direction. Put it out of your mind. You might think you've got the strongest willpower in the world and it won't happen to you but somehow, some way, you're going to wind up in over your head... and when it comes time to clean up the mess it's made, artifacts often have a way of mysteriously vanishing, off to torture some other poor soul.

I have no way of knowing how many of these things are in the world, or where they come from, but I suspect that Andy's condition must attract them like a magnet or something because we've encountered a ridiculous number of them. It's a bit ridiculous.

To give us an idea of what an artifact looks like, here's a non-exhaustive list of a few different ones that we've encountered:

A magic fountain that granted wishes to people who threw coins into it (and its answer to every wish was to put that person inside of Andy, practically turning his body into an amusement park ride until I tracked the thing down and bribed it to leave him alone)

An ancient Aztec statue that could switch people's bodies if they stood in front of it (which was triggered by an unsuspecting janitor who was going to use it to switch his friends with some of the other students until we broke into a museum to stop him)

A medallion that allowed the wearer to transform into someone else by touching an article of their clothing (the guy we confiscated it from said he bought it at a "mysterious store" but the address was just a coffee shop and the medallion disappeared the second it was out of our sight, so...?)

A hidden grotto that transformed people who touched its water into Andy's body for a limited period of time (we had to travel to stop this one but for a few weeks at least there were dozens of people running around looking like Andy until we blocked the place off with a cave-in)

A ring that allowed the wearer to switch bodies with someone by shaking hands with them (I've actually heard about a lot of these floating around out there but we've only had to deal with one, however it kept coming back. Huge pain in the ass, flushed it down the toilet.)

A camera that let the photographer capture someone's soul and steal their body (guy who owned this one was a weirdo so for once, Andy was not the only victim involved, and I didn't feel too bad about smashing the camera while the thief's soul was inside)

A fortune telling robot on a boardwalk that tried to talk everyone who walked by into wishing to be someone else (don't bother looking, we pushed it into a harbor)

As you can see, a lot of diversity there in terms of what they are and how they. Some are literally ancient artifacts while others date from the modern era. Some are migratory while others are geographically locked. Some bounce from person to person while others are entrenched with certain groups.

In fact, the more I observe artifacts the more it's clear that each one has its own particular brand of chaos, its own flavor of victim, its own pattern of movement... almost like they have personalities. I don't know if any of these artifacts are alive, but it is suspicious how two people can pick up the same artifact and will (no matter how different they are) wind up using it to act out the same story.

Are we using them? Or are they using us?

Or perhaps I'm just bitter because snatches caused by artifacts are a pain to undo. You can get rid of a ghost or a hopper anywhere (or just wait until they move on) and a spell only requires you to understand how it works, but if there's an artifact involved then the only way out is to physically get the artifact. Again, this sounds convenient but often manages to wind up as a massive ordeal.

Given Andy's situation it's tempting to try to keep an artifact or two on hand, but having one feels a bit like sleeping with a grenade under our pillow- it's more likely to blow up on us than an intruder. But just to be safe, I am active on a few forums devoted to keeping tabs on the locations of some of the more notable ones just to make sure that they aren't drifting back towards our area.

And whenever possible, I let Andy smash them.

[wolverineluvr]

yandere maine crew hcs plz :3

CW: yandere themes, not asking consent(Pilars part), sa, ooc characters(?), mentions of murder. Gn reader

Characters: Maine, Dorio, Kiwi, Lucy, David, Pilar, Rebecca.

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

A/n: ofc, this also helped me get out of my rut of not writing at all so thank you!<3

Maine

He's not the most patient, but he's not the most forceful either.

He'd rather you love him on your own accord, but he doesn't mind making you love him, especially if you take too long to show any affection.

He's a little possessive, he doesn't mind if you have a friend outside of the crew, but he hates when you touch anyone that's not him or Dorio. Pilar is..annoying. But even he knows not to push it too far. It doesn't mean he's not going to push that line as far as it can go.

If you joined his crew, then great. Better reason to get close to you. But if you're just a random civilian, of course you'll be confused as to why someone like him is interested in talking to you.

You know you shouldn't be weary of him because of how he looks or his background. So you try to be nice. You make conversation with him, questioning the occasional suspicious things he says but, it's probably nothing. You don't want to be mean, so you never turn him down when he asks you something small.

When he brought his girlfriend, Dorio, around, you really thought it was okay. He seemed to love her a lot. So you ignored the side of your brain that was screaming at you to cut contact with him, to atleast be a little more safe and to question his objectives more.

You should've known, should've done differently. You never should've even spoken to him in a friendly way. But now you're stuck. He says he's doing it for you, for your safety, but is he? You used to think he wasn't but you can't tell anymore.

Dorio

She tries to take it slow with you, she doesn't want to scare you off or make you hate her. But it's so hard sometimes. All she wants to do is show you how much she loves you, how much she cares.

If you don't accept her confession, she'll ignore it. She'll act like you're both together. She doesn't care. She needs to let out how she feels in some way.

She tries to make you have a relationship with Maine as well, she's less forceful with that, because in her mind, you'll come around.

If you try to leave or breakup-even though you were never dating in the first place-she'll threaten you. If you never do that, she'll be sweet with you. She doesn't mind if you express displeasure with some things she or Maine do. Everyone needs their boundaries, even if she doesn't like them.

Overall, she's pretty tame. She prefers you to spend all of your time with her or Maine but she doesn't mind when you spend a little time with others-atleast those in the crew.

Kiwi

She's more of a stalker, she knows she shouldn't get close. She shouldn't entertain this fascination of hers.

She observes you when she can, taking note of your movements and making sure she knows your schedule and you to the point that she knows what you're doing, even if you're not doing what you regularly are.

She's possessive, but she knows she can't just kill everyone who touches you. So she settles for the occasional stranger or acquaintance every now and then. It's never enough. And eventually, she cracks.

If you're in Maine's crew, she'll talk to you sometimes of course. Never being too nice, never being too standoffish. Like you don't matter to her.

If you're not, then of course one day she can't help it. She'll squeeze herself into your schedule, just to keep how she feels at bay. She'll talk to you for a moment, feel the fleeting brush of your hand under hers as she apologizes for bumping into you.

Soon she starts popping up more and more in your life. It's odd, but she seems nice.

After a while of the same song and dance, she starts to yearn for more. Stronger than before. She knows that soon she'll have to do something. She's already planning on what.

Lucy

She tries to become someone close to you first, she stalks you when she's already seen you for the day, and she wants to know what you're doing.

She's not stupid, she takes it slow. She doesn't mind playing the long game if she gets you in the end.

Eventually, once she's one of your closest friends, she slowly starts picking off everyone you know. Your friends, family, whoever. At first it was just a sad coincidence, in the end it was a curse for you. You even shut her out, you didn't want her to get hurt or die.

She saw how much it was hurting you, but she kept going. She left some, but you wouldn't let them near you, and they didn't want to be around you either. She was the only one you had left. You should've been suspicious. But you were just grateful.

She'd never leave you. She's been by your side through everything. In the end, you're the one confessing. She doesn't reject you. You should've known. But how could you have?

David (before time skip)

He wants to make you comfortable, wants to make you feel safe and he wants for you to love him naturally.

But he can't help how clingy he is, always offering to come with you everywhere, like a dog.

Let's say you're his best friend, he knows he's been pining over you for so long. He just never realized how bad it was until recently. When he felt genuine murderous intent when he saw another one of your friends-a male one-hug you. He doesn't think he's ever felt like that before.

You're always the one to patch him up when he gets bullied, and he loves it. He loves it so much. You're so kind to him. You're so close to him.

He confessed to you the day before his mother died. He thought that, for once, everything was going perfect for him.

After he joined Maine's crew, he introduced you to them of course. You told him to be careful, to make sure he doesn't get hurt. You don't know much but obviously it's not a great line of work. He did his best to listen to you, to not worry you. But eventually, there was nothing he could do.

David (after time skip)

If you thought he was bad before, he's insufferable now. Occasionally, you can use the bathroom alone. But not most of the time. He gets on your nerves so much.

And he's only gotten more possessive. He hates it when you even glance at anyone. He tries to be lenient with you, you're only a human. It's natural for your eyes to wander around, for you to be curious. But when other people look at you? It's a different story.

He lets you around the crew, sometimes. He doesn't want you to get attached to them, or anything like that. He wants you to rely on him for everything. Food, touch, conversation, safety, love.

You couldn't leave him if you tried, but it's better not to.

Pilar

He's a little more laid back, not very possessive. He doesn't mind it much if you're around others, as long as you come back to him in the end.

But he does hang off you like you're the only thing keeping him alive. His arm is almost always around you, and if it's not he's still around you.

He's touchy, sometimes he tries to take it slow but he can't help giving you the occasional grope or feel. He's more forceful with touch than the others, but he's less forceful with how you feel. He knows you wouldn't love him, atleast not immediately. So he doesn't mind.

If you're a civilian, you're bound to think he's a bit odd. He didn't start touching you inappropriately immediately, but he was pretty touchy from the start. The same goes for if you were in Maine's crew, although he does start to give you gropes faster.

Rebecca

She's rather clingy, like her brother. She's always with you. She's confident in herself, but she doesn't mind being a little forceful to get what she wants.

She's possessive as well, getting irritated the moment you talk to someone. She acts annoyed when you interact with others, but if you start expressing that you feel bad she shuts up. She doesn't want you to feel bad, she just wants the other person to go the fuck away.

She doesn't mind killing for you, it only makes her enjoy it more. She knows not to be too extreme with it, to not kill every person you know, but it's hard for her.

It's more likely that you met her if you were in Maine's crew, but if you're a civilian then you only met her by chance. She doesn't plan much, just sort of suddenly pushing herself into your life.

She's loud and brash, but it's sort of endearing in a way. You start to look forward to seeing her again, even if the ways are always random or at the wrong time.

Maine's crew

If you have the attention of all of them, then you're fucked.

You're never left alone, not for a second. Most of the time it's at least two of them with you. You're coddled and doted on like a child.

There was a chance you could've escaped one of them, but all of them? No shot.

If one of them does something to make you uncomfortable, most of the time another stops them or tells them off. Most of them don't want you to hate them, the others...don't really care. As long as they have you.

Extra notes: I wasn't sure if I should add a little more of the entire crew but I ended up writing a little for them !

[sagau-my-beloved]

I'm now just picturing the creator stuck in their bedroom, surrounded with shiny things and feathers because Zhongli now thinks of you as you as part of his horde, and venti is attempting to make a nest. It would take all of your diplomacy to prevent them from slapping the shit out of each other.

-Rapid anon

You're so right

Venti would complain nonstop about all of Zhongli's shiny things being too jagged and uncomfortable for the creator to rest with, it's simply too dangerous and you deserve nothing but the softest and most plush fineries to rest upon, anything even remotely close to metal is completely out of the question

He already doesn't like the idea of someone else being in your designated space that he's created for only the two of you, but now that person just has to bringing their collection of trinkets into a place that he's striving to make comfortable? How uncivilized

(I'm telling you right now Venti would absolutely secretly collect as much of the Mora in that pile as he can in favor of spending it on nicer blankets and such, and Zhongli would absolutely notice and that would make the entire thing worse)

Now Zhongli is also appalled that Venti would even insinuate that you shouldn't be surrounded by the most valuable items in all the nation at all times, it's only right that the crown jewel of his most prized existences be surrounded by all the precious metals and gems he possesses, though they all pale in comparison to your own worth of course

And he would be particularly irked at all the feathers

Like ok, fine, blankets and pillows are understandable (assuming they're of the highest quality), but feathers? That float everywhere at the slightest gust of wind and are just such a nuisance to clean up? How incredibly immature and frankly unrefine

And that's when the competition starts, ie. "Oh well since you obviously prize appearance over comfort I decided to replace your mattress with your core lapis collection, I could use the extra mattress and you'd prefer it like that anyway right? Hmm, I guess that means the creator will have to sleep with me for a while~"

"Well since you appear obsessed with soft things I picked up a few stray cats on the way in, you know how the creator just loves how soft they are. That's not a problem, right?"

Yeah they're about ready to rip each other's throats out by the end of the week, you are literally the only thing standing in the way of a massive fight breaking out because that would be incredibly undignified and they're both trying to prove how their way is the objectively right way

Really the only solution is to just have two separate rooms and you alternate the days you spend with each or to divide the room in half with like a curtain or something so neither of them can see the other side, because no resolution is going to come out of them sharing the same space, and then you only have to deal with them fighting about who your spending your time with, as usual

Then there's Ei looking on at the scene playing out with confusion and mild disgust at their behavior, emphasising on how if you want a civil place to stay she always has a normal room open and waiting without any of their weird tendencies or quarrelling (but then you're gonna end up having to deal with Yae Miko's fox behavior so is it really much better?)

Now taking her up on that offer might just cause the two of them to finally put their differences aside for the mutual cause of getting you back, because let's face it, there's really no point of a nest or horde if you're not there

[thewritingmagician2022]

It’s been established even in canon that Lucifer is very possessive of MC, wants to own them essentially. I mean, his character song Arcadia is basically about how he wants to have ownership of MC, even using the word ‘prisoner’ for it. How do you think he’d react to an MC that flat out tells him “You don’t own me.” Basically making it clear that they refuse to belong to him, despite his advances and attempts to make it so. An MC that demands to be free, no matter the consequences. With a determination for it that matches his own. I just think it would be an interesting development, and it would be intriguing to know what his reaction to that would be.

Btw your writing is absolutely fantastic and thank you for sharing it!!

This is a great question/food for thought. Lucifer is definitely the most yandere brother to me and he toes the line between love and abuse very finely sometimes, much more so than the others. It’s because he definitely views MC as an object, something to be won and coveted and shown off, another way to prove he’s better than everyone else because MC chose him (even if he may not have really given them a choice to begin with). 

With that in mind, Lucifer would struggle very hard with an MC who doesn’t yield easily to him. Lucifer is used to people giving him exactly what he wants when he wants, people far more powerful than this little human, so at first he’s in complete disbelief. He might let it slide at first, even though hearing “you don’t own me” from the human he so clearly does own ruffles his feathers more than a little. He would say that he’s angry because you’re being insolent and insulting him. In Lucifer’s mind, you are his and anyone in the three realms should consider themselves damn lucky to have this kind of attention from him. He’s the one who took you into his home, into his family. He watches out for you, feeds you, clothes you, has his brothers at your beck and call, makes sure you’re getting the most out of this interdimensional student assignment. You would be nothing in the Devildom without him and this is the thanks he gets? But it goes a lot deeper than that. Lucifer has grown to really care for you over time; he would go so far as to (privately) admit that he’s in love with you. He dotes on you, tries to make you happy with gifts and experiences, and is kinder to you than he is to just about anyone else. You are the only person in all 3 realms that can so easily draw out those old angelic qualities of his and make him think of another person as a person rather than just as an extension of himself. So to hear you say he doesn’t own you and that you want to be free from him is even more heartbreaking than it is infuriating (though sometimes it’s a very close call).

I think, at first, Lucifer will try the bribery strategy. He knows that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar and he’s firmly of the mind that he can convince you to walk willingly into his arms and offer yourself to him. When that doesn’t work, he’ll switch to his angry demon persona and he’s full of threats and insults and, much like an abusive partner, will do everything in his power to put you in a position of helplessness only to save you at the last minute to prove how much you need him. But you’re stronger and smarter than that so Lucifer is forced to abandon that tactic when he realizes it’s only solidifying your decision and pushing you further away. If we’re being hopeful, I think your dedication to your beliefs and your inability to be bullied/conned/manipulated into subservience is what actually makes Lucifer finally see you as an equal and he’s able to properly love you at that point, which leads to him adjusting his thought processes and behavior to the point where you may be willing to stay with him because you know it’s no longer about obsession and possession but instead about respect and devotion. 

I'm so sorry about how late this is - I ran into some serious health issues and dropped this blog/fandom for a really long time.

[lunarflux]

I liked the way you explained Aemond and his approach to a relationship, it's an interesting take! But then do you think that, if he fell for someone, he would genuinely love that person back or it would inevitably be something he'd be able to walk out on if prompted? I'd like to think he would genuinely love his partner, but what are your thoughts?

Also do you have any headcanons you'd like to share for how Aemond would be in a relationship/how he'd approach starting one?

I guess it would depend on how he defines love. I think it would only come out as what the rest of us would define as love if his possession of this person is challenged. If his ownership (I say in a kind way, not like he sees this person as an object, but their connection to him as his possession) is threatened, then he would for sure show some kind of affection in the more classic sense. It might be in the way that only fear drives him to outwardly show emotion.

For some of these things, I have a hard time explaining and can only do it through really outrageous quotes from books that haven't been written yet.

If his definition of love is "you are mine and mine alone, should anyone touch you or threaten you, I will have their head," then it's love.

His love may also be "all that I love, I earned and it is owed. All of me you possess though I owe you nothing because you will only take me as I am."

It could also be "I have my enemies, and I have those who fear me. Be the one who respects me without fear because I chose you above all others."

"You will be the one thing I possess that will not be taken from me. Try as they may, and they will die trying."

"I claimed you, and you accepted me."

"I have seen your worth. You are worth the little of myself that I am willing to sacrifice if only for the sake of my own peace. It is the kind of peace I cannot find elsewhere."

As for headcanons, um.... No, not really. I think Mysaria's personality might be the closest to what would ease him towards a relationship, but I don't think he'd ever trust her. This isn't a shameless plug, but I wrote my OC as someone who I thought would be remotely close to what I feel he'd want. Someone who satiates him physically and knows what he wants without asking. She does not ask for him, but answers when he calls. She doesn't bow unless it's required of her, and she isn't afraid to remind people of their place no matter how high they are above her. And when presented with the idea of being possessed, she fights back because she wants to be able to choose who she gives herself to and not because someone demands it. In my fic, when Aemond finally "claims" her, he tells her that he has chosen to suffer with her than alone, and she can either bear the burden of knowing how painful emotions are by his side or do it alone. I even had problems writing him being jealous because when you're absolute in your bounds to someone, there's little that can shake you.

Edit: I didn't answer that last question properly LOL okay, headcanon Aemond approaching a relationship...

A lot of looks. Subtle looks. Glances. Reading the person's facial cues, seeing what he can figure out just based on physical reactions and less about what they say. It'd be the slowest of slow burns. I almost want to say it's a matter of who caves first. Who is willing to say "I want it" and go for it. I don't think it'd be him either. He's probably find it intriguing if that person approached him without directly asking for anything.

But once they connect, I imagine he'd be the type to almost ignore them afterwards. Like, let's see if this was a one-off or will I eventually want more. Aemond swallows his emotions, so he'd have to reaaaally want it. Like a treat dangled in front of his face, how long can he resist before he needs a fix.

After the initial moment, he'd start to weigh out their worth. Are they only worth a night in bed or are they worth more. What can he show, what can't he show. Will he show if they show first. What's tempting him, why is he tempted. Will the temptation end after another night. What should he do if he craves more. What will he lose and what will he gain.

[shrowded-eng1ma]

Some Hashira’s having a crush on a Nagito Komaeda like reader

Characters;Shinobu, Rengoku, Mitsuri

Warnings; Angst, Death, Suicidal Implications, Light Possessiveness

Shinobu:

She’s your therapist, your personal doctor.

When she first caught feelings, she actually thought it was just her worrying about your mental health.

When she found out it was a crush she’s shocked, why did she like you? Was it the unending praises you showered her with? Your good looks? Your quite raspy voice?

Overtime she fell harder and really tried to help you with your mental health issues, to say the least, it was worthless, your self-esteem and respect was practically nonexistent.

She also refuses to let you touch or help her in poison making, because Fucking Obviously.

Despite this you know a surprising amount of poison, which is concerning due to your M.H.

She does love when you talk about hope, and tried to use that as a catalyst to raise your self worth.

She is slightly annoyed at how you drool about tanjirou and how you love him for his hope (No pedo shit!) but she loves how passionate you sound.

She finds it interesting and unsettling how you call zenitsu useless and worthless, it’s her first time seeing you hate someone more than demons or yourself.

Every time someone insults you, and you agree with them she insults them harder, she’d go for anything their insecure about, that she somehow already knows about.

She’s very protective of you, despite your supernaturally good luck.

If you die she would be completely heartbroken and vengeful towards every demon, especially Douma and the one who killed you.

She would feel so pathetic that she couldn’t confess to you.

If she did confess you’d say something like “Ah, to be lied to by someone as you is such an honor for someone as worthless as me”

She tries to convince you that her feelings are real but you don’t believe her, always saying “Your so kind to tell me such a lie!” Or “Ah, I... I truly appreciate your affection towards me, but I must decline. You see, I'm just a lowly speck of misfortune in this grand tapestry of life. It would be unfair to burden you with my peculiarities and the chaos that seems to follow my every step”

She’s too persistent and stubborn though, she’s strong enough to take anything you say or do, but it’s futile.

When she dies for Douma you feel genuine sadness, you knew she cared for you too some degree “I’m sorry, someone as worthless as me should’ve taken her place” you’d say before moving on.

Her cherished memory of you is when she reveled to you that she’s extremely weak and can’t cut off a demons head and your response “Wow! Your so weak but you managed to find a way to kill demons despite your weakness in strength!! Your so smart Shinobu! I promise to become a stepping stone to the hope you can achieve!!” Okay she hated the last bit, but it’s the thought that counts.

Rengoku:

He is very worried for you.

You find yourself completely unworthy of his sheer presence, his overwhelming positivity and hope you just can’t compete.

When he finds out he has a crush on you, he doesn’t question it, he follows his heart and helps you out.

Every insult you say to yourself he’d object with a positive remark. “Someone like me shouldn’t have become a hashira” “You became a hashira even when you don’t have a breathing style! Your nothing short of admirable and amazing! You have every demon slayers respect!!”

He always invites you to group activities, and you decline every time. So he drags you to the events.

He’s pretty much around you 24/7

When he wakes up, he sends his crow to wake your ass up.

When he’s off on a mission he asks Kagyga to watch over you, and over course he accepts.

When you praise him, he praises you, then you either degrade yourself and Rengoku objects with positivity, or you try to praise him harder, it then turns into a ‘Praise Battle’

He loves it when you talk positively about tanjirou, not so much when you talk bad about Zenitsu.

When he dies from akaza, you say “I won’t let him die in despair. He’s death will simply be a catalyst for the ultimate hope!”

He keeps confessing to you, despite you rejecting him due to your self worth problems.

Mitsuri

She is extremely worried for you, why would someone say such things about themselves? Especially when you became a hashira in a month and while having no breathing style, shouldn’t you be proud?

Everytime She turns completely red when you shower her with praise, which also interest her in you even more.

She can’t really talk much until you praise her and she malfunctions.

She admires you and even agrees about you idolization of hope, which makes you like her even more.

She always invites you to hang out with her and Iguro or any Hashira activities, you deny everytime.

When she finds out about her crush on you she malfunctions for days, she likes Iguro AND you, how could she choose? Did she need to choose?

She ask’s Kagyga for help, and whoever your close with.

Now she pretty much begs you to hang out with her and Iguro. Overtime Iguro sees and different side of you and thinks your tolerable, but he’s still annoyed that it can’t be him and Mitsuri alone.

She isn’t going to confess anytime soon, she’s too shy and insecure about herself to do so.

-The End, sorry this was short-

[nickfowlerrr]

Prompt: How would pwyc bucky handle another woman shamelessly flirting with him in front of reader (who becomes seething with jealousy!). Wanting to put reader’s mind at ease but also somewhat enjoying her possessive and jealous behaviour over him as it makes him feel wanted?

angel in hiding. devil in disguise.

pwyc series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. fingering. pet names. jealousy (duh). if i’m missing something important pls let me know.

words: 3.3k

notes: i swear i tried to finish this before halloween lmao. also - no clue how to play pool so idk what i wrote 💀. thank you so much for sending this in, anon! sorry it took literally months for me to actually write it but i hope you enjoy. also i’m considering rewriting this prompt with a bit more angst so if that’s something anyone’d like to see pls let me know. anyway, thank you for reading! 🖤

The costume was a tight fit to say the least. It hugged your body and showed off your figure more than you knew would be possible, but you shouldn’t have expected anything less from a costume Bucky had chosen. You really didn’t want to even show up tonight, but he insisted. When you tried to get out of it by telling him you didn’t have a costume, he smirked and before he said a word, you knew he had planned for this conversation before he even got home.

“It’s a Monday night, Buck,” you complained.

“And? What exactly do you have going on tomorrow that you can’t stay out late?”

“That’s not the point,” you tried to evade his question.

“You’re coming. Whether you like it or not. It’ll be fun,” he smirked before he handed you the bag that held the dress and accessories he picked up. “We’re leaving at 8.”

He left, giving you no room to object any further. Not that it would have done you any good if you had. You bit your lip as you worried.

All you could think about while you were getting ready was the last time you had dressed up and gone out for halloween. You had been publicly humiliated and left the bar in tears. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, it was like you could hear the taunting laughter from the memory echoing in your mind. You tore your gaze away from your reflection and quickly wiped at your teary eyes when Bucky knocked on the door.

“I’m almost done,” you said, irritated.

“You okay?” he asked, sounding worried while he ignored your attitude.

“‘M fine. I’ll be out in a second,” you responded, once again eyeing yourself in the mirror. You knew he knew what you were feeling, so what was the point of telling him. He could piece it together himself. You fixed your makeup quickly and made sure your hair was how you wanted it. There was no sense in nitpicking the costume, you had no other options anyway. You opened the door in a huff and looked exhaustedly at Bucky who was dressed as a devil. He smirked widely the second he took you in, eyes scanning you up and down before he walked closer. His hands smoothed along your curves - from your waist down your wide set hips where they settled before he pulled you closer.

“An absolute angel,” he simpered while his wandering hands found your ass, squeezing firmly and eliciting a little gasp from you.

“An angel and a devil..it’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” you asked with a raised brow.

“What better duo than that?” he responded. “You look fucking gorgeous, sweetheart,” he complimented again, his hands beginning to wander even further.

“Okay,” you stressed, stopping his hand from creeping under the hem of your dress. “I’m still not happy about this, and youre not gonna distract me with compliments or sex,” you accused. “Let’s go.”

“That’s the spirit,” he joked.

“Come on, the sooner we get there, the sooner we leave,” you said, trying to push him backwards to the door.

“How much of a difference does 15 minutes make?” he said, voice low as he eyed you, his body not budging an inch despite your effort.

“You get me out of there by 11 and you’ll have a lot more than 15 minutes,” you bribed.

“Deal,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you, rough at first before he slowed down and softened his lips against yours, savoring the taste of your lips on his.

You pulled away nearly out of breath when he took your hand and started for the door.

You don’t know what had gotten into you, but the visceral jealousy coursing through your body was making you sick. You had gotten to the bar an hour and a half ago, greeted by everyone in the club and quite a few of their significant others. There were a handful of groups of college students and a few groups of your average joe’s just hanging around, too, nearly everyone in costume. Bucky had led you to the back right away, the area reserved for him. It was less rowdy and you were happy to see some familiar faces around the table when you got there.

“Hot!” Kate yelled when she saw you, pulling you in for a hug. You could smell the tequila on her when she did.

“Are you seriously drunk already?” you questioned when you pulled away, only receiving a giggle before she laughed loudly. Near maniacal.

“It’s Halloween!”

She saw Peter passing and spun to follow him, loudly shouting, “How’d it go? She give you her number?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her obnoxiousness and the blush lighting up Peter’s face when she said it, shushing her as she got near.

Bucky was at the bar getting a beer for himself and a ginger ale for you, but after a few minutes went by and he hadn’t returned you decided to go meet him.

When you walked up to the bar, you saw him sitting on one of the stools as a tall blonde leaned over the bar while she spoke to him. You were never a jealous person. But she was just a little too close and she was talking for a little too long. You were noticeably bothered by it as Yelena came up beside you.

“She’s been hitting on him since the moment he got there,” she told you matter of factly, accent made thicker with the vodka in her bloodstream. You turned ever so slightly to look at her before you returned your gaze to the slender girl still blabbering on about who knows what.

“Really?” you asked.

“Why would I lie?” she returned, letting you know how stupid she thought your question was. “Yes, really.”

Just then you saw Jack bring a slim glass of ginger ale to Bucky who took it with a “thanks”. As he was getting up to walk away, the blonde reached out and put her hand on his bicep, stopping him for a moment. You couldn’t see his face, but you could see her clearly. The sickly sweet smile she gave him accompanied by a giggle as she squeezed him ever so slightly had you gritting your teeth. Your eyes were narrowed in on her every move before Bucky finally turned around. He saw you instantly and cursed under his breath as he approached you. “Hell, sweetheart, did I tell you how fucking good you look in white?” He extended your drink to you with an awed smile and you took it without a word before you spun around and walked back to the table you’d been at previously.

“Sweetheart,” he said as he followed behind you.

When you got to the back, you sat at the empty booth off to the side, Bucky sliding in across from you.

“Something the matter, angel?” he asked, though he certainly knew there was.

“What was that?” you asked, annoyance clear in your voice.

He raised a brow as he watched you, something akin to amusement playing in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” he started playfully before you shot him a glare.

“Do you think this is funny?” you asked, irritated.

“Honestly, sweetheart? Yeah, I kind of do.”

You scoffed and made to get up before his hands caught yours and stopped you.

“Baby, come on,” he laughed, “you’re my soulmate. What the hell do you have to be jealous of? There’s no one else in the world I want aside from you.”

“Smooth talking isn’t gonna get you anywhere, Barnes.”

“Are you seriously mad at me? Or are you just trying to find a reason to leave early?”

“If you really don’t see an issue here, I honestly don’t know what to say to you.”

“Baby -” he began again.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me right now,” you said harshly, cutting him off. “Soulmate or not, it doesn’t exactly make me feel good when I see someone shamelessly flirting with you at a bar. Imagine how you’d feel. You’d flip the fuck out.”

He stood from his seat with a sigh and slid into your side of the booth. He turned your face to his and made sure you were looking him in his eye when he spoke.

“You’re right, I would. I guess I never thought you’d feel the same way if the roles were reversed, though. Didn’t think you’d ever get so possessive over me,” he smirked. “I gotta say, it makes me feel pretty good. But I am sorry it upset you. Even though I wasn’t really listening to anything she was saying and I didn’t give her any reason to think I was interested in the slightest,” he trailed.

“Why’d she grab your arm?” you pointed out.

“She asked if it was actually metal. I said yes. She grabbed me as I turned to leave and laughed asking if I could feel it. I said no and asked her to remove her hand and she did and then I turned around to see this stunning angel with eyes for me only and I followed her to the back of the bar. Let her really give it to me,” he joked lightly, his voice tapered off just slightly as he leaned closer and took your lips in his for a soft kiss. “Seriously, though, sweetheart. You have no idea how good it feels to know you were jealous over me,” he simpered in your ear. “Maybe I can show you,” he purred. You had to take a sobering breath as you pulled away from him.

“Maybe you can keep it in your pants for another hour,” you shot back.

Bucky chuckled under his breath as he let up.

“Fine,” he said, hands up as he left the booth. “I can be patient.”

An hour later you found yourself counting down the minutes before the clock hit eleven. You’d had a good time and weren’t totally regretting coming but your social battery was now depleted. All you wanted to do was go home. Bucky promised you’d leave after one more game of pool with the guys and you relented your complaints for the time being. He offered to show you how to play finally, but you declined. Yelena and Kate were well past drunk and you figured you’d spend the rest of your time waiting to leave listening to them talk absolute shit about everyone and anyone who passed by. It was ridiculous and they were so catty, but it was also hilarious and kept your attention from the blondie over at the bar who kept eyeing the pool table every other minute.

You knew, logically, you had nothing to worry about. But something deep inside you was on edge. Just waiting for her to try and approach Bucky again. You wouldn’t just stand by and watch this time if she did. The feeling was so foreign but so based. Bucky was yours and you’d make sure she knew it if you had to.

Not five minutes later, just like you knew she would, you watched her coming around the bar and head straight for the pool area. You were closer than she was and got up the second you noticed, walking right to Bucky. He was standing to the side of the table with one hand holding his cue up as he watched Steve line up his shot. You came right up beside him and put your arm through his free one as you leaned into his side. He looked down at you with a raised brow and you saw the quirk of his lip as he watched you lean your head against his arm.

“We’re almost done, princess,” he told you, wanting to assure you before you started complaining again. “We’ll leave soon.”

“Whenever you’re ready,” you said, taking him by surprise. But when he saw the blonde bartender from earlier, he quickly caught on to why you were being so clingy all of a sudden.

He breathed a laugh as he shook his head. “You’re really on alert tonight, aren’t you,” he smirked.

“Apparently I have to be,” you responded. “She’s been staring at you from the bar since you guys walked over here.”

Just as you finished, the girl made her way to you and Bucky after asking the rest of the guys if they needed anything. She paid absolutely no attention to you as she addressed Bucky.

“Need a drink, honey?” she asked sultrily while you burned a hole through her with your stare.

Sensing your aggravation, Bucky pulled his arm from your hold and instead wrapped it around you, pulling you further into his side while his hand laid on your hip.

“I’m fine, thanks,” he responded.

“You’re up Buck,” Sam said, pulling your attention across the table.

“Oh, I definitely wanna see this,” the girl simpered. “You’ve gotta be good,” she said, trying to talk to him. You couldn’t help the dirty look you shot her, it was almost like it wasn’t you. It was just your immediate reaction. She paid you no mind, though as her eyes were locked on Bucky.

As he moved his arm from around you and made to move around the table to line up his shot, your body and tongue seemed to move before your mind did. You grabbed his hand and pressed yourself to him again, “I changed my mind,” you said. “I wanna learn.”

“Of course you do,” he said quietly to you as he smirked, a sense of pride coming over him. Seeing you so territorial and jealous was really getting to him. He felt damn near giddy. Though of course he wanted to ease your mind, he also knew words alone wouldn’t cut it. He’d let you do whatever you wanted at this point. Hell, he’d get down on his knees right here and now if you asked him to, to show everyone that he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.

He could feel eyes on both of you, not just from the bartender, but from others all around the bar, too. And he was more than ready to let you put on a show. He gently led you to lean over the table to help you line up the shot properly while he stood directly behind you, enjoying the way the short hem of the stark white dress was riding up your thick thighs as you bent over provocatively. His hand shot to your waist as you wiggled your ass back ever so slightly against him. You bit back your smile as he gripped you just a bit tighter before he came over and really helped you line it up, explaining what you were aiming for and what balls you were trying to avoid sinking. You weren’t really paying attention, though. You were just enjoying the weight of the blonde girl's gaze on you as she watched, nothing short of bitter.

Bucky helped you make your shot and when you sunk the last ball he needed to win, he pulled you into him from behind while he celebrated with cheers and Steve and Sam cursed at their losses. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your middle as he kissed your face while you smiled. His face nuzzled into your neck as he left kisses there, too.

“I told you, sweetheart, no better duo than us,” he smirked. “I’m gonna close out then we’ll leave,” he told you. “How’s it feel to lose to someone who’s never played pool a day in their life? Either she’s a natural or you two just suck that fuckin’ badly,” he taunted his friends as you walked to the table Yelena and Kate were still at to grab your purse you had left with them. You had to pass the blonde to get there and as you did, you stopped to look at her, your gaze meeting hers. “Was he as good as you thought he’d be?” you asked innocently enough.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She looked you up and down before she huffed and blinked away. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she denied. “I have some tables to tend to,” she continued, avoiding you now.

“Of course,” you agreed, watching her turn around and walk to the other end of the bar without looking back. Bucky was at your side not a moment later.

“Ready?” he asked. You got your purse from the table and said goodnight to Yelena and Kate before you headed out of the bar for the night.

“So,” Bucky started. “Was that as terrible as you thought it’d be?”

“Hm,” you hummed. “Could’ve been worse,” you allowed with a shrug as you walked to Bucky’s rarely used car.

“I’ll take it,” he laughed.

“What time is it?” you asked as you leaned into his side once again.

“10:54.”

“Looks like you kept your end of the deal,” you alluded, eyeing him as you approached the sleek black car. He smirked at that before he opened the door for you, guiding you in.

“Looks like,” he returned before he shut the door for you, walking around the hood to get in himself. Once he was seated, he started the car before he turned to you.

“And when we get home it's your turn,” he said headily as his right hand landed on your thigh, squeezing the soft ample flesh before he ran his hand over your skin, goosebumps rising at his touch as he got closer to your inner thigh.

“Who says we have to wait until we’re home?” you breathed, your thighs spreading for him as he inched closer to your center.

“For an angel you sure are feisty tonight,” he pointed out.

“Funny, cause for a devil you’ve sure been awful sweet,”

“Oh, princess, it only gets sweeter,” he said as his fingers made their way past the material of your panties, stoking the fire that he lit in you earlier. He drove with his left hand as he pulled out onto the street, his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, moving in and out of you, your pussy wet and wanting while you mewled and writhed on the leather seat. Each twist of his fingers inside you, every curl of them against your walls brought you closer. The white heat growing in your lower belly while he played you so easily was building higher and higher until you couldn’t hold it any longer. Your thighs tensed and your eyes closed shut in pleasure as your walls squeezed his fingers still inside of you while you came.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned while his thumb stoked your clit, prolonging your orgasm. “Feel good, princess? You’re clamped down on my fingers like you don’t want me to stop.”

You only moaned in response while he continued working you on his fingers, showing no signs of letting up anytime soon.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’m not gonna stop. We’re gonna see how many times I can make you come on my fingers before we get home. And then the real fun begins,” he purred lowly. All you could do was mewl in response, back arching as he found the spot he was looking for.

“There it is,” he grinned. Your gasp turned into a moan as he rubbed against it repeatedly, bringing you close to your second orgasm already. You knew you’d be an overstimulated mess by the time you got home, but it felt so good you couldn’t bring yourself to care. When his thumb found your clit again, you were done for, panting his name as he worked you faster, his touch firm and titillating.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised as you came undone again. “You’re a literal fucking angel, sweetheart. So goddamn pretty. Especially when you look like this. So fucked out and dumb already and you’ve only had my fingers. Can’t wait to see you squirm on my cock.”

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine being told about the new Defence Against The Darks Arts teacher…

The employ of Gilderoy Lockhart was utterly foolish that you hardly had time to process the news when Dumbledore revealed the big ‘surprise’.

Now, you trusted the Headmaster to make sensible choices for the students when it came to the Defence Against The Dark Arts teaching post (excluding Quirrell who had conned you all) but you refused to stand idly by and let a flamboyant fame-struck wizard teach children how to defend themselves.

And so, you ignored Minerva’s warning and argued against Dumbledore’s choice to which the elderly wizard merely chuckled.

“The children would have better luck defending themselves if they were taught by a toad.”

“I think a little change would be refreshing.” Dumbledore had said, patting your shoulder gently as he rose. But upon reading the obvious concern on your face, the man nodded. “If it worries you greatly, I do have a solution.”

You perked up a little expecting him to reconsider the hiring decision.

“Y/n, I’d like you to keep an eye on our newest member during his time here.”

Gilderoy-sitting? That was the opposite of what you had wanted... turning to the wizard with at least four reasons why this idea was terrible, you found that he was already happily humming himself out of the room.

You tried to follow him out but found the path blocked when Severus got to his feet now that the meeting had adjourned.

“Just so you know, you got yourself into this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for that astute and uncalled for observation.” Over the potion master’s shoulder you saw the tail end of the headmaster’s robe turn the corner.

Damn, you were too late to rush after him and huffed, drawing the attention of the man in the black robes who couldn’t wait to get on your nerves again.

“I would suggest that you pay a visit to Flourish and Blott’s and purchase a copy of ‘Magical Me’ but I honestly think that you might already have the book on your nightstand.”

The look of incredulity on your face came fast. How dare this professor of potions assume that you fell for mindless wizard bravado! Placing your hands on your waist, you scowled at the man.

“I’ll have you know that I do not - nor will I ever - possess a book written by that charlatan. I have ‘standards’.” You told him matter-of-factly.

And, as the two of you engaged in a silent battle of stares, Minerva walked over and placed a hand on your arm, breaking the eye contact. “Gilderoy is to arrive tomorrow morning, I trust that you will be at the station gates to meet him?”

As much as you didn’t want to chaperone the new teacher, you also didn’t want to answer a flurry of questions from both Dumbledore and McGonagall about why the students had no teacher. And so you nodded, agreeing to meet the man the next day.

The older witch sent a small sympathetic smile and pat your arm. “Good luck.” She wished about to walk off when you held her back.

“Why would I need luck?” It wasn’t like you were asked to tame a Zouwu. Minerva looked you over her spectacles, brows creasing into a small frown.

”Did Albus not tell you?” She moved closer and lowered her voice. “In his application, Gilderoy stated that his objective for the end of the year was to - and I quote - ‘woo Y/n’.”

The first thing that you wanted to blurt out was ‘are you serious?’ but it was clear on the witch’s face that this was no jest. Not only would you have to show Gilderoy around this year but you would also need to keep his advances at bay. It was going to be a busy year and the students hadn’t even arrived.

You sent a smile towards the witch and bit back any comments against Gilderoy.

“I look forward to the challenge.”

Minerva nodded, thankful that you decided not to argue and add to her busy schedule. She then turned on her heel and left.

There was a small shadow of black fabric in the corner of your eye and knew that Severus was prepped with some kind of witty, sarcastic remark so before the dark-haired man could get a single word out, you pointed a finger in his face and whipped your head in his direction.

“If Gilderoy makes my life miserable, you’re going to suffer with me.”

~ More imagines here ~