#letting him go probably was hit for his ego and/or feelings

[casuallyobssessed]

Loose Ends - Donnie Barksdale x Fem!Reader ❥ 4.7k Words

A/N: Hoo boy. I got inspired to write this from a post I saw on here a while back. Other than that, idk why I wrote it. I keep putting Mr Barksdale here in evil situations and I won't apologize for it.

Warnings: domestic violence, non-con, P in V sex, major character death, blood and violence, no use of y/n, no beta, no happy ending

Do not read past the divider within the story if you're uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of violence and death.

Archive of Our Own Link

“Get out.”

Donnie leans across you and opens your door before giving your shoulder a hard shove. 

“Out!” He barks at you.

You shoot him a glare, but you know if you don't comply, it'd probably end with you unconscious on the side of the road instead of awake with a bruised ego. You begrudgingly follow his command and climb out of his truck, naked and vulnerable. 

As soon as your bare feet hit the dirt road, Donnie’s slamming on the gas and roaring away from you, throwing up a cloud of dust behind him. You contemplate running after him, but you know you could never catch up. 

Instead, you start walking the opposite direction, back towards the way you drove in. You're glad it's warm out tonight. Even though you try your best to cover yourself up with your hands to save some part of your dignity, it's pointless. This time of night, in these parts of the woods, there's no one around to see you anyway. At least, no one human. 

Bathed in the thick, silent darkness, you're keenly aware of all the living noises around you: from the cicadas and crickets performing their respective symphonies, to a distant owl begging the question of ‘who?’ 

A couple of branches break in the trees to your left and you pick up your pace, moving more briskly in hopes of making it out of the woods by sun up. You know that it's impossible, but you can try anyway. 

Maybe it would be better to die out here than go back to living with Donnie. Deciphering his moods and tiptoeing around him in your own home were skills you learned early on, but over time, you got too comfortable with him on his good days. He lulls you into a false sense of safety and comfort, and then one day you're fucking in his truck when he forces you out and abandons you in the middle of the woods because you didn't want to “take it up the ass like the whore you are.” 

He's done worse, you suppose, as you absentmindedly rub your hand across the healing scar on your cheekbone. The bruises always fade, but he likes to leave behind small, more permanent reminders that keep you pliant and obedient most days. You don't know why you keep putting up with how he treats you, but you know there's something inherently comforting in the chaos of the storm surrounding Donnie that makes it hard to leave. 

After a while, your legs start to cramp and you feel like you're getting nowhere. Time doesn't feel real anymore. Has it been minutes? Hours? You're not quite convinced that it hasn't already been days. One wrong step and your knees buckle, sending you collapsing into the dirt. Tired and frustrated, you stay kneeled, ignoring the rocks digging into your bare skin.

You're teetering on the edge of breaking down when you hear the deep rumbling of a truck further up the road. A pair of headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating you in the middle of the road like a beacon of naive hope.

Within no time, Donnie's Chevy is barreling down the road towards you. You swear he's going to hit you, and you're fully prepared to let him, but then he brakes at the last second, stopping mere inches away from you. Like the literal deer in headlights that you are, you stiffen completely. 

You can't decide whether you want to laugh or cry when you hear the truck door open and his boots hit the ground. There's no time to prepare yourself before he's got two hands under your arms, picking you up out of the dirt and turning you around to press you against his chest. Cautiously, you wrap your arms around him.

“I didn't think you were coming back,” You sniffle as you hold him tighter, scared that if you let go, he might change his mind. 

“‘Course I was. You know I wouldn't leave you out here all by yourself, Darlin’. It ain't safe in these woods at night for a pretty thing like you,” His voice is as sweet as molasses while he strokes your hair, and that warm, safe feeling starts blooming inside you again. 

Something more sinister starts to shroud that warmth as he pulls away from you and you get a glimpse of his eyes. Normally they're filled with fire or rage, now they're boring into you with a betrayed sense of disappointment. Guilt and shame go hand in hand as they wash over you, sending a wave of tears to well up in your eyes. 

“Do you think you've learned your lesson, sweet thing?” Donnie tucks a finger under your chin and gently forces you to keep looking up at him. 

You know, deep down, that saying no to him was stupid. Pitching a fit because you couldn't get your way? No wonder he left you out here. You lightly nod your head at him, truly believing what you had done was wrong.

“Alright. Show me,” Donnie grabs your hand and heads towards the passenger door. You follow behind him warily. 

“What?” 

He opens the door and points to the seat, “Bend over.”

You snatch your hand away from him like he burned you. There's a heavy silence as he stares you down, daring you not to comply. You feel sick. It's not even about sex at this point. It's about the control he has over you and you know it.

“Donnie, look, I’m sorry, but-”

“That don't look like you bendin’ over to me.”

“I don't want to,” You cross your arms and take a deep breath, bracing for the fallout. 

“Well, I didn't ask if you fuckin’ wanted to, did I, Darlin’?” 

And just like that, Donnie is on you in an instant, pushing you towards the open door with one hand and shoving your upper body down onto the seat with the other. The zipper of his jeans scrapes against your skin as he presses his clothed erection against your ass, grinding himself into you as you fight back. 

This wouldn't be the first time Donnie has taken what he wanted from you, and you know it's probably far from the last. Normally, you're really good at grinning and bearing it, but you just don't have the energy for it anymore. You go limp against the cushion of the seat while you stare at your crumpled pile of clothes still in the floorboard, mentally preparing yourself for the impending conquest of your body. 

His hands slowly roam across your hips, but it's not loving or kind. It reminds you of how much care Donnie would put into delicately sponge-washing his truck before he’d come inside and knock you around with the same hands, not worried about leaving dents. 

He possessively gropes every inch of you that he can reach, ending his exploration of your body by tenderly kissing up your spine and then biting into the bottom of your neck as hard as he can. Pain shoots through your shoulder and down your arm. You want to scream, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction. He gets off on your pain and you refuse to give him anything. 

You're sure he's broken skin by the way it stings when he licks over the wound a few times, as if he's trying to get a rise out of you. 

“C’mon, Darlin’, I just wanna play with you some. That ain't wrong, is it? It's hard bein’ around you like this and not takin’ any action, y'know,” Donnie tries to spur you on and is met with silence.

“You ain't mad at me for leavin’ you out here, are you? I can make it up to you.”

You blink away tears as he leans back off of you, only to move his attention lower. Gripping the space between your ass and thighs with both hands, he spreads you open, presumably enjoying the view with a low whistle. 

“I'll never get tired of seein’ you all pretty and wet for me.”

You shudder thinking about how your body doesn't seem to get the memo that you don't actually want this. No matter how badly you want it to stop, you know you can't help the way your cunt prepares itself for him the moment he starts getting pushy with you. It has to be some kind of pavlovian response, you think. 

Keeping you spread open, he dips the tip of his thumb inside of you experimentally. When you don't respond, he pushes in deeper, seeing how far you'll let him go before you give him what he wants. 

“You seem real excited for someone who don't want want me to fuck ‘em,” His voice is deep and dangerous as he pulls his thumb out and slides it down to your little bundle of nerves. Slick and sensitive, your clit betrays you as he brushes over it relentlessly. 

“How ‘bout this? I'll make a deal with you,” Donnie continues his assault on your clit, making it impossible to concentrate on what he's saying to you, “You tell me to stop and we'll go home, yeah? If you don't want this, all you gotta do is say so.”

You know he's lying. You know better than to trust his word on something like this, but what's the harm in trying? Weakly, you shake your head no and try to crawl forward, further into the seat. 

“Use your words, Darlin’,” He warns as he uses one hand to pull you back towards him by your hip.

“Donnie, please sto-,” The moment his name escapes your lips, his mouth is on your clit mercilessly, “Oh, fuck.” 

Jolts of pleasure make your legs twitch as you bite your lip, suppressing a moan. You don't want him to know how good he's making you feel, but you're sure he can come to that conclusion on his own with how dripping wet you are. 

Trembling, clutching the seat, and whimpering his name is how you find yourself coming undone for him. Ashamed can't even begin to describe the feeling coursing through your veins as you hear him unzip his jeans. You know what comes next, whether you want it or not.

Looking up from the seat, you can see the key still in the ignition. All you have to do is get into the driver's seat and you could drive off. It seems simple enough. 

Except for the fact that he's got one hand firmly gripping your hip while he's shoving his pants down, almost like he could read your mind. You consider ragdolling again, maybe it'd get things over quicker and you really could just go home. 

The promise of home is enough to calm you down and relax for a moment. It's only a temporary fix before Donnie is grabbing your thigh, manhandling you onto your back, and pulling you far enough off the seat to line himself up with your entrance with ease. 

Out of instinct, you grab his forearm and dig your nails into his skin, trying to pull his hand off your inner thigh. You instantly regret it when you look up to see the wicked grin plastered across his face. 

“You wanna finally play rough with me?” He laughs darkly as he pins your wrists above your head with one of his huge hands.

“No. Stop! I don't want to do this. I don’t…” Your voice trails off as you realize he's not listening. 

His eyes shine with a lust you've never seen before, and honestly, it scares you. Donnie has said and done a lot to you since you've been with him, but this is completely different. The usually soft brown in his eyes looks almost black from this angle. It's unsettling, and it's more than enough reason for you to start fighting him again. 

With a growl, he's shoving himself all the way inside of you and it makes you squeal. Donnie knows he's big enough to hurt you if he doesn't go slow at first. Even when he's drunk, he usually takes his time with you. 

“It hurts… it hurts, it hurts!” You whimper.

The pain of him thrusting in and out makes you writhe against him, eliciting an appreciative moan from him and an unhappy whine from you. No matter how hard you try to wiggle out of his grip, it proves fruitless.

Donnie pauses mid-thrust, considers your struggle for a moment, and then speaks, “You want me to let go of you?” 

“Obviously.”

“You gonna try to hurt me if I do?”

“...no?” You're not sure what answer he's looking for here. 

“Go on,” Donnie releases you and leans back, “Take a swing at me, Darlin’. I know you want to.” 

As badly as you want to knock him into next year, you still hesitate. You're not sure what game he's playing at, but you don't know if you want to participate. You keep your hands above your head until Donnie grabs one and hits himself in the chest with it. 

“Come on! Fuckin’ hit me.” 

Suddenly, now that he's begging you for it, maybe it's not a bad idea after all. So, you hit him, square in the chest. It's a weak hit and it makes him laugh. 

“Everything I done put you through and that's all you can do?” 

You frown. He wants you to hit him? Fine. Balling your fist up and propping yourself up with one arm, you deck him as hard as you can in the jaw. You recoil from the sensation, your knuckles aching. To your surprise, he doesn't say anything, so you keep going. 

You hit him in the chest again. Over and over and over, blow after blow, until your arms start to feel weak. He still doesn't react to you, and it makes you even angrier. 

“You know what, Donnie? Fuck you! Fuck you. Get off of me!” You scream, shoving and bucking against him as he moves to hold you down again. 

“That’s my girl! Now you got the idea,” He says cheerfully. 

When his hands migrate from pinning your shoulders down to wrapping around your throat, it happens in an instant. You claw at his forearms, his wrists, and his hands. Prying at his fingers did nothing but make him squeeze harder. Sobs catch in your throat with nowhere to go but back down into your chest. 

Your breathing quickens as he lets some pressure off of your windpipe for a brief second, allowing a few deep breaths in before he's pushing down again. A deep burning settles in your lungs and your vision starts to get fuzzy around the edges when Donnie decides to start thrusting into you again. 

A pleading cacophony of whimpers and groans somehow make their way out of your mouth. The wild look in his eyes tells you that he knows exactly what you're trying to say, and he doesn't care. 

It amazes you that the man who used to be your reason for breathing could be so obsessed with taking that privilege away from you. 

For your last few moments of consciousness, you feel tears running down the sides of your face as he uses your body. Your arms feel limp and it's hard to keep your eyes open. The last thing you see is Donnie hovering above you, eyes trained on yours, like he's waiting for the moment your world goes black. And then, it does.

When you come to, your arms are suspended, tied up in thick, scratchy rope that's hanging over a sturdy branch above your head. You’re on your tiptoes in the leaves, unable to put your feet flat on the ground without seriously straining against your shoulders. 

It's hard to focus on anything other than how sore your throat feels and the aching between your legs. Your whole body feels like you've been shoved through a wood chipper and glued back together. After a few shaky, grounding breaths, you're still on the verge of losing what's left of your sanity. 

Before you start really panicking, you take a moment to look around. He must have dragged you deeper into the woods because you're no longer near the dirt road that you started out on. 

Contrary to the skinny trees surrounding you, the tree you're attached to is huge. Because of the lack of light, you can't see just how tall and wide it truly is, but it definitely doesn't look like it belongs here. 

“You finally awake?” 

Donnie’s voice comes from behind you, making you jump. You can't find enough purchase on the ground with your toes slipping on the leaves to turn yourself around to face him, so you stay put and silent. 

His boots crunch on twigs and dead leaves as he circles around you like a shark out for blood, pocket knife glinting in his hand. It dawns on you that you are the prey, limp and at his mercy. 

“You know, I shot my first deer right where you're standin’. My Pa dropped me off out here with a twelve gauge and told me not to come home ‘til I killed somethin’,” He squints his eyes, “Got a lucky shot on a doe. Knocked her on her ass, but she was still kickin’, tryna get up. She had this crazy look in her eyes, like she was beggin’ me to finish her off. Bein’ a kid, I didn't have the sense to just put her outta her misery…

“I watched her bleed out right there. Took me forever to drag her back to the trailer by myself,” He chuckles, like he's fondly recalling the memory, “Pa wasn't too happy that I killed a doe and he tore my ass up, but we ate good on that for a while.”

His openness throws you for a loop. Donnie never talked to you about his childhood, save for a few very rare instances when he was blackout drunk. You knew he was abused, but to the exact extent, he never told you. As much as you want to accept this as a simple trip down memory lane, your brain is sounding off alarm bells. 

“I didn't want to do this to you. I just feel like you ain't gonna learn any other way,” Donnie sighs, fiddling with his blade as he avoids your gaze.

“I’m sorry. I’ll listen, Donnie. I can do better, I promise. Let me down, okay? I can- Just give me another chance,” Your tears flow as you beg for his forgiveness and try your best not to hyperventilate.

Donnie scoffs at you, closes up his knife, and shoves it in his pocket. He puts one hand on his hip and uses the other to rub his chin inquisitively. 

“See, I just don't believe you,” He sighs exasperatedly and points at you, “You fucked up and now you wanna give me all these crocodile tears. Actin’ like you're sorry but you couldn't even do one little thing for me. And then, you get pissed off at me for takin’ what's mine anyway.”

An unstoppable panic rises within you like roaring floodwaters and you are certain you're about to drown in it. You choose not to say anything. If you speak now, you aren't sure your voice would even cooperate. It turns out that was exactly what he was looking for. 

“Can't even deny it, huh? Fine. I’ma leave your sorry ass out here ‘til you can figure out how to behave,” Donnie says nonchalantly.

“Please, Donnie, don't leave me again!” You beg, frantically, trying your hardest to reason with him, “I'm scared. Donnie! Please!” 

You kick your legs back and forth, twisting from side to side as the rope sways from the momentum. The rope cuts into your wrists with a heated bite that’s enough to distract you from the growing tension in your shoulder blades. 

“I'll come back when I think you've learned your lesson,” Donnie enthusiastically pats your ass before retreating back to his truck.

Your heart sinks into your stomach as he slams the door and starts the engine. His taillights weaving through the trees don't take long to disappear before leaving you in total darkness again. You try pulling at the rope again, but it doesn't budge. A sigh escapes you as you close your eyes and try to make peace with the situation you're in. 

You think about home. If this was any other night, you would've taken a warm bath and would have been sitting in bed reading by now. You wonder if you'll ever get to finish that cheesy romance novel on your bedside table. It's one of those books where the husband is having an affair, and then a handsome stranger comes in to swoop the wife away and they live happily ever after. 

It used to be that you'd imagine Donnie as that heroic handsome stranger, but more recently, he's been starring as the villain in your story. Hope was an idea that you clung to for years, until reality started eating away at you. 

Now, you're despairingly alone, dangling by a rope in the woods like a piece of meat. You’re exhausted, mentally and physically. There's no telling how long he's going to leave you out here, so you decide you might as well try to get some sleep. 

-

Sleep comes easy, but you're woken up by headlights piercing through the darkness accompanied by the rumbling of Donnie's truck. He parks the truck, leaving it running with the headlights aimed at you, putting your body on display and leaving you feeling utterly exposed. 

Neither of you speak as he hops out and makes his way, lumbering over to you. Your fingers twitch against the rope as he pushes himself into your personal space, analyzing you silently. You hate the feeling of being scrutinized so closely, so you pull away from him as far as you can.

“I did some thinkin’,” He opens his mouth and you're hit with the stench of alcohol lacing his breath, “and I think you ain't worth tryna fix. I could have any woman in this town wrapped around my dick and they'd thank me for it. So why should I waste my time on some bitch that acts like she's too good for me?” 

The whole time he's speaking, he's got his hands resting on your hips, pulling you back in towards him. His words cut you to the quick, but you don't have any tears left to cry for him. The person you were a few hours ago would have done anything to change his mind. The person you are now just wants to get out of this alive. 

"Bet you won't be so high and mighty once you're all cut up, will ya?" 

In one smooth motion, he's pulling his knife out of his pocket and opening it up. With a quick thrust, his knife is buried to the hilt in your thigh. The scream that escapes your throat doesn't sound human. Pain creeps up your thigh, overloading your senses and making you shake. Your chest feels like it's collapsing in on itself and you can't remember how to take a deep breath. He lets go of the knife to cup your face, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your teary eyes. 

“Shh, hey. It's okay, see? I left it there. You ain't bleedin’ bad or nothin’, yet,” Donnie tries, and fails, to comfort you. 

With him directly in front of you, it gives you the perfect opportunity to spit right in his face. So you do. You wonder if you should've held back when he grabs your hair and yanks your head back to an uncomfortable angle. 

“You just don't know when to quit, do you?” He growls.

Donnie wipes your spit off of his face with two fingers and then shoves them in your mouth. He pries your jaw open and returns the favor, spitting directly onto your tongue. The sensation makes you gag, but he forces your mouth shut and holds it closed. 

“Swallow it.” 

“Mmph!” Indignantly, you stare him down and shake your head as much as his grip allows you to.

“Swallow. It.” Donnie growls into your ear.

When you blink at him and make no indication of following his orders, it must push him over the edge because that's the moment he finally snaps. He lets go of your jaw only to rip the knife from your thigh.

This time, he doesn't hesitate to plunge the knife directly into that aching chasm in your chest. You gasp, but only briefly, before your blood starts to flood your airway, causing you to spasm and choke. 

There's no burst of energy for you to panic with, no sudden strength to overpower him. It just… hurts.

Your blood pours out of your body, coating his knife, making it too slick for him to handle. When he goes in for another stab, his hand slides down the handle onto the blade and he slices his palm on it. 

“Goddamn it!” He curses.

He wipes the blood from his palm onto your stomach, and lets go of your hair. With a deep, frustrated breath, he reaches above you and saws his knife against the rope holding you until it snaps. You hit the ground with a thud, landing on your back. 

Donnie towers over you while you choke. You try to call his name or plead for help, but nothing comes out except for a mouthful of blood. With a chuckle, he rests his boot on your stomach and from this angle you finally notice the tenting in his pants. 

“You look good like this,” He says as he digs his boot deeper into your stomach.

You want to laugh at how ridiculous you feel for allowing this to happen. Everybody told you it would end up this way. You knew how this would play out and you took your chances anyway.

Coldness finally starts to overtake your body as Donnie takes a step back from you. Time seems to crawl on, each breath shallower than the last. You've always heard that your life would flash before your eyes before you die, but the only thing you can see are bits and pieces of your life with Donnie. Every mistake you've made up until this point becomes glaringly obvious: agreeing to that first date, ignoring every red flag in favor of seeing the best in him, forgiving him for the first time he hit you, every fight that ended in you bloody and apologetic… It all guided you here. 

At least you don't have to do this alone, you tell yourself as you feel Donnie kneel between your legs, spreading them open wide enough for him to slip himself inside of you one final time. 

You know he's fucking you, but you can't feel it anymore. Thankfully, you're comfortably numb. It's almost peaceful. The fire in your heart is long gone as he takes everything from you, right up until your last breath sighs from your chest. 

Slowly, as your blood mixes with the dirt, your consciousness flows out with it. There's something poetic about returning to nature, becoming one with the Earth… 

But, unfortunately for you, this won't be where you get to finally rest in peace. 

Of course, you don't know it, but Donnie is going to load your body up in his truck and drive you back home. He's going to keep you under the bed for a couple days until he can decide where to put you. 

In the meantime, he's going to drown his sorrows in alcohol and hopes it helps to wash away the guilt that tastes like acid in the back of his throat. He's going to bring home some sweet, young thing from the bar, and fuck her in your bed. 

As he basks in the afterglow of his latest conquest, he's not going to notice her searching for her clothes on the floor and accidentally knocking her hand against yours underneath the bed. 

When she screams, he won't ask what happened because he already knows.

[dailyrickastley]

Once upon time in 1987...

[rafes-slut]

Your ex calls you in middle of the night because he misses your pussy so much

Pairing:desparate ex!rafe cameron x reader

Summary: it’s been months since you last heard from Rafe—until tonight. He calls you in the middle of the night, desperate and whiny, ranting about how no one else compares to you. How he misses you, your body, and the way you make him feel. You should hang up, but instead, you just listen, soaking in his frustration, his suffering—because, deep down, you love that he’s ruined without you.

Warnings: Toxic dynamics, heavy desperation, explicit sexual talk, emotional manipulation, ego-stroking, and Rafe being completely down bad.

You blink yourself awake, disoriented, the shrill ring of your phone pulling you from sleep. The room is dark, the only light coming from the screen, his name glowing against it like some kind of warning.

Rafe.

Your stomach twists, but you don’t hesitate to answer. It’s been months, and he hasn’t called—not once. Not until now.

The second you press the phone to your ear, you hear him. "Fuck, you actually picked up." His voice is rough, thick with something that almost sounds like desperation. If you didn’t know him better, you’d think he was on the verge of crying. But Rafe doesn’t cry. Not really. He just gets whiny when he doesn’t get what he wants.

"What do you want?" Your voice is hoarse from sleep, but there’s an amused lilt to it. Because whatever this is, it’s already entertaining.

"You." He breathes the word out like a confession. "Fuck, I miss you so bad."

There’s a shuffle on the other end, like he’s running a hand through his hair, maybe pacing. Then, his voice drops lower. "I miss your pussy."

You should hang up. You should be disgusted. But you don’t, and you’re not. You just smile lazily, stretching against your sheets as you wait for him to keep going. Because he will.

"She was nothing like you," he mutters, like it physically pains him to admit it. "I thought maybe—fuck, maybe if I closed my eyes, it’d feel the same. But it didn’t. It never fucking does."

He’s rambling now, and you just listen, letting it all sink in. The regret, the desperation, the way his voice gets breathier like just the memory of you is enough to drive him crazy.

"Not one of them squeezes me the way you do," he groans. "None of them make me feel like you do. The way you take me—shit, you ruin me every time, you know that?"

You hum, running your fingers through your hair, completely unbothered. "That so?"

"Yeah," he says, exhaling sharply. "Miss your mouth, too. The way you taste. The way you fucking whimper when I—"

You cut him off with a laugh, your ego swelling with every word. He’s pathetic. Absolutely fucking ruined. He can pretend all he wants that this is about sex, but you hear it. It’s not just your body he misses—it’s you.

And maybe that shouldn’t feel as good as it does. But, god, it does.

"Poor baby," you murmur mockingly. "Did you think you could replace me?"

He groans again, and you swear you hear his head hit the wall. "Don’t do that. Don’t—fuck, don’t talk to me like that. You know I can’t take it."

"Then why’d you call?"

Silence.

And that’s your answer.

He just breathes for a second, heavy and uneven, before he finally admits it. "Because I need you."

You shift in bed, your smirk growing as his breathing gets heavier. He’s unraveling, and you don’t even have to say much. Just letting him talk—letting him suffer—is entertainment enough.

"You’re so fucking mean," Rafe whines, his voice breathy and strained. "Sitting there all quiet, just listening to me lose my fucking mind."

Your eyes flutter shut as you grin to yourself, biting your lip. You can practically see him—probably shirtless, running a frustrated hand through his messy hair, pacing around like a caged animal. Maybe even lying in bed, all restless and desperate, palming himself to the thought of you but getting nowhere.

"What do you want me to say, Rafe?" you taunt, dragging his name out slow. "You’re the one who called me. You’re the one who can’t stop thinking about me."

He groans, and it’s so needy you almost feel bad. Almost.

"I fucking hate it," he breathes out. "I hate that I can’t—I can’t fucking get off anymore. Not since you."

Your stomach tightens, but you keep your voice calm. "Oh?"

"Yeah," he huffs. "Tried, y’know? After you. Fucked every girl who’d let me. Thought if I kept trying, if I just found the right one, maybe it’d feel the same." He scoffs, and there’s an edge of anger in his voice—anger at himself, at them, at you for doing this to him. "But it never fucking does."

You let the silence linger, dragging it out just to hear him squirm.

"She didn’t even get me hard at first," he admits, and he sounds so frustrated, like he can’t believe this is his reality. "Had to close my eyes and think about you. Had to fucking imagine it was your hand stroking me, your mouth on me."

Your chest swells with satisfaction, a delicious warmth curling in your stomach. "Poor thing," you mock softly, barely containing your amusement.

"Not funny," Rafe mutters, but there’s a slight whimper at the end of his words, like he knows he’s at your mercy.

"Oh, but it is."

His breath shudders on the other end. "I miss it. I miss you."

He’s breaking now, voice barely above a whisper, and you just soak it in.

"Miss how tight you are. How fucking good you feel wrapped around me. Nothing—nothing—compares. They don’t squeeze me the way you do, don’t pull me in like you. Like you never wanna let go."

You hum, dragging a hand down your stomach, not even touching yourself—just feeling the power you have over him. "Sounds frustrating."

"It is," he rushes out. "It fucking is, and I hate you for it. Hate that you ruined me for anyone else."

You giggle, and it’s so cruel.

"Guess you should’ve thought of that before you lost me, huh?"

His breathing stutters. Then, barely audible: "I didn’t lose you. You’re still here."

You don’t answer. You just listen to him breathe—ragged, desperate, broken.

The silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating. You can hear every shaky breath Rafe takes, every little sound he makes as he tries to hold himself together.

"Say something," he finally mutters, voice strained. "Anything."

You smirk to yourself, shifting lazily against your pillows. "Why?"

"Because I fucking need it."

The desperation in his voice is almost pathetic—and god, you love it.

"What do you want me to say, Rafe?" you hum, dragging his name out like you’re savoring it. "Want me to tell you I miss you too?"

He exhales sharply. "Yes."

You laugh softly, shaking your head even though he can’t see it. "That’s not happening."

"Fuck—why are you like this?" he groans, and there’s something so helpless in the way he says it. Like he’s actually suffering. Like it physically hurts him that you’re not giving in.

You don’t say anything, just listening as he unravels.

"I think about you all the fucking time," he breathes. "Every time I try to fuck someone else, I can’t even—fuck, I can’t even finish unless I’m thinking about you."

Your stomach tightens, a rush of heat curling between your legs. He’s so gone, so completely wrecked, and it’s all because of you.

"That bad, huh?" you tease, biting your lip.

"Worse," he mutters. "So much fucking worse."

You hear a rustling sound on the other end of the line, like he’s shifting, maybe palming himself through his boxers, so frustrated he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

"I should make you beg," you say idly, stretching your arms above your head.

He groans, and you swear you hear the sound of his head hitting the pillow. "I fucking am."

You giggle, twirling a piece of hair around your finger. "Not enough."

Rafe whines—actually whines—and your stomach clenches.

"Please," he breathes out, and he’s so fucking gone. "Please, baby, talk to me. Say something. Anything. I just—fuck, I just need to hear your voice while I—"

He cuts himself off, but you know what he was about to say.

And god, you should hang up. You should. But instead, you smirk, shifting slightly in bed as you murmur, "Keep talking, Rafe."

[pacofprunes]

DARK / TOXIC SQUID GAME REACTIONS TO YOU TRYING TO LEAVE THEM

CONTAINS — namgyu x reader, thanos x reader, myungi x reader, inho x reader, sangwoo x reader, saebyeok x reader

WARNINGS — toxic relationship, domestic violence, baby trapping, manipulation, guilt trip, prepare yourself for namgyus that’s the worst probably, mentions of suicide (thanos)

masterlist

THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI-SUBONG — manipulates you / would let you leave and crawl back to him

doesn’t take it well at all. he’s going to laugh and think you’re joking, but after realizing that you’re not, he’s quickly going to scream at you. telling you that you’ll never find anybody better than him.

“do you really think anybody else will want you? if you leave me you’ll never find anyone else. you’ll never find anybody better!”

he’ll start breaking shit. punching walls, shit, he’ll even break your own phone if it’s in arms reach. if you still insist on leaving he’ll say he’s gonna overdose. he tells you that he’ll kill himself if you step out that door while pressing a blade up to his arm. if all else fails, he’ll totally act like he didn’t just beg you to stay and scream at you to go then and not to come running back.

“fine bitch, go ahead and leave! but don’t come running back to me for nothin’.”

in reality, he’s definitely stalking your socials, making fake accounts you haven’t blocked him on, stalking your friends accounts to see other photos of you, visiting the club every night (not that he didn’t already do that) to try to see if you’d show up. after about a month or so of doing this and going out and fucking other girls to get over you, he can’t do it anymore. he’ll send you some fake heartfelt text that he probably used ai to make and call you while making himself sound like he was crying, trying to make you feel bad and convince you that he’s changed and that he can be a better boyfriend. if you fall for it, you’re doomed. the relationships only going to be a million times worse than before. instead of knocking glass over and breaking shit, he might slap you. in public, he might grip your wrist ten times tighter, scared you’ll run away. when he finally lets go, his fingers will be embedded in your skin. he might even guilt trip you into getting a matching tattoo with him. “if you really loved me and forgave me then you would.”

if you really don’t go back to him though, no matter how many times you block him, you’ll get a new video sent to your phone from some unknown number of him fucking a new girl. he sent you the videos in hopes of making you jealous or something. he’s not going to stop for a long time. if you don’t go back to him, he’s going to harass you for the rest of your life. and if you do go back? you’re in for a world of hell.

NAMGYU / PLAYER 124 — would threaten you, would actually harm you

“you’re one funny bitch. you know how much shit i got on you?”

he finds it admirable, honestly. but still, fucking hilarious, that you, you, think you can leave him. what? when did you grow some balls? yeah, no. you just hurt his ego and that’s about the stupidest thing you could ever do to him. he’s not very empty with his threats. if he says he’s leaving? he’ll leave. (for like a week…) if he says he’s gonna hit you? you’re gonna be bruised for a while. if he says he’s gonna kill you? well, you haven’t gotten to that point yet. but keep this up and you sure will.

he keeps every nude and threatens to release it. sure you’re his and all, but that doesn’t stop him. so what if some other guy sees your body? he could care less. now if another guy touches you? let’s not think about what would happen. threatens to send the pictures to your family and threatens to send every sex tape of you two that he filmed behind your back.

“what the fuck is wrong with you namgyu? when the fuck did you film that?”

don’t raise your voice at him. once he hits you and you fall to the ground, he’ll keep kicking at you with his foot over and over until he thinks you’ve had enough. don’t speak up to him, don’t speak against him, and don’t piss him off. just sit there and be pretty, okay? he’s going to be bolder now. next time you two have sex he’s just going to shove the camera in your face. he’s going to manipulate and force you to take nudes for him since you don’t want to anymore after he threatened to send them out. sometimes he’ll force you to strip and then he’ll just take the pictures himself. all in all, sometimes he might just say no and leave it at that. but if you keep pushing, he’s going to threaten you. and if you still keep pushing, he’s going to go through with those threats. you really are just some whore to him, don’t think he’s above killing you.

MYUNGI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★— would let you leave and crawl back to him (except he’s the one who crawls back), babytrapping

“really? fine, if that’s what you want then leave.”

he acts like he doesn’t care because he thinks his annoyance will make you turn right back around to him. he acts like he doesn’t care because he’s trying to not get so bent out of shape about it and move on quickly. but when he hears your footsteps disappear and the door shut, he immediately balls up his fists. you seriously left? he didn’t expect that, but whatever. he doesn’t need you.

he tries to move on but after barely even a week, he can’t do it. he contacts you, but when you block him, he makes more and more numbers. he thought you’d be running back to him, not the opposite. he sends you pictures of you two together in hopes you’d change your mind, but when you just keep blocking him, he’s knocking on your door demanding you open it up. he tries being nice but when you don’t open it, he starts banging on the door. really? you’d been together for months and you’d already gotten over him? no. no no no. you don’t get to just move on! what the hells wrong with you? when you still don’t open the door, he leaves and goes back to his place and sits on his bed while he ponders his next move. he decides for now just to stalk your page and harass you from more and more numbers. he’s not going to stop until you at least respond. oh, you’re gonna get a restraining order? you’re funny. you think that’ll stop him? don’t go back to him. if for some reason you give in, the next time that you two have sex, he’s going to make sure that you can’t leave. he’s sure that you’ll look so pretty with your stomach swelled up.

INHO / YOUNGIL / PLAYER 001 — straight up says no / baby traps / makes you feel like you’re going crazy

straight up, no. you want to leave? no. he doesn’t even care for an explanation on why, you’re not leaving. completely ignores your words and changes the whole topic. everytime you try to say you’re leaving he just completely overrides you with something different.

“inho, i’m serious. i’m leaving you! i’m packing my shit right now and i’m not coming back, i swear to you.”

“what did you want for dinner again? i have to go back out to get some groceries so there’s not too much…”

maybe it’s on purpose, maybe it’s not. but it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. then he will deliberately go out of his way to make it seem like you’re crazy.

“i’m leaving because of what you’ve been doing behind my back, inho. it’s fucked up and you’re insane.”

“baby, you could follow me around tomorrow. i’ve got no idea what you mean.”

and he says it all with that stupid small polite smile that he gives everyone. you just want to strangle him. if somehow he can get you in bed with him after you just got so pissed, he’ll be more passionate than ever. he’ll treat you nice, focus on your pleasure before his and then quickly when you’re blissed out, he’ll pull out of you, slip the condom off and slide right back in. you don’t notice at all, but he makes sure to tell you like the cocky fuck he is. but he does it while he’s thrusting and when you can tell he’s about to cum. poor you, it’s too late to stop him :(.

“i’m about to fuck a baby in you — agh, i — i took the condom off. gonna have a beautiful—fuck—fucking baby with you.”

how could you leave now? do you have enough money to take care of a child without him? and would you really deprive your child of their father? you’ll get an abortion? he’ll find a way to keep you locked up in your house. you’re still going to leave? he’s going to guilt trip you to the max. and if that still fails? once again, he’s just going to find a way to keep you locked up in your house. he’ll figure it out as you go on, but for now, have your happy little family with him.

KANG SAE-BYEOK — straight up says no

she’s not going to entertain you at all. she might not even say no, opting to just stay silent instead. if you get in her face about it because she’s ignoring you, she’s just going to push you away. if you keep nagging her about it, she’s going to slap you. if you decide not to drop it, she’ll drag you by your hair and lock you in a room. are you stupid? don’t start this shit first thing in the morning.

“saebyeok, this isn’t working. we should go our separate ways.”

“no. did you hit your head or something?”

you should just drop it and move on with your day. nothing you say is going to convince her and if you piss her off too much, like said before, she’s just going to lock you away until you stop sounding ‘crazy’. she’s very cold, but she’s generally pretty nice to you still though. she’s a good girlfriend to you, just a little possessive, but it’s never gotten out of control. you just didn’t think the relationship was working and that it just wasn’t the right time. all in all, if you don’t push to much, you won’t see the shitty side of her that she never shows you. however, if you keep pushing the idea, she’s going to give you a real reason to break up with her.

SANGWOO — would let you leave and crawl back to him

“you want to break up? fine.”

it leaves you shocked at the sound of him not caring. it was as simple as that. you want to break up? bye then bitch! it hurt. it almost made you want to change your mind and say never mind and just stay with him, and that’s exactly what he wanted. that’s exactly why he said it like that. but that didn’t work and you just walked out the door. that’s fine though, you’d come back to him, he knows it.

he makes sure to post old photos of you two on his Instagram. not ones with your face in it, duh, but he posts the photos that you took of him where you’re behind the camera or ones where your arm or your hand is slightly showing. he knows you still stalk his socials. he’s posting these knowing that it’s going to hurt your little heart and make you crawl right back. he leaves every photo of you two up on every platform, not deleting a single thing. for a little while, he even keeps his pfp the same. you two holding hands. whenever he posts something, he always makes sure to put something in the caption that he knows you love. you liked tulips? he’ll put a tulip emoji in the caption. you loved cats? he’ll put a cat emoji in his bio. all these subtle things where you won’t know he’s doing it on purpose, but it’ll be so much of a coincidence that you’ll think this is a sign to run back to him.

he’ll tell his friends to ask about him to you whenever they talk with you.

“how are you and sangwoo doing?”

“oh he talks about you all the time.”

he tells them to act like they don’t know that the two of you have broken up. he makes sure to get in your head and eventually? you’ll come running back. if for some reason you don’t, he might have to pull some strings. spread some rumors about you so that your friends want nothing to do with you and so all that you have to run to for comfort is him.

[hazeytae]

pervy!bnd

♡ perverted thoughts- obviouslyyy, kinda cnc, somno, groping, vouyerism, panty stealing, panty sniffing, in public, exhibitionism

🗒️: btw my hard thoughts are open!! send in hard thoughts for bnd :3 or fluffy thoughts too! i wanna hear everyones thoughts 🙊 SEND IN ASKSSSSS ASAP! id like to get anons too if u like my writing :)

sungho.

pervy!sungho who whenever he sees you wear short shorts and a tank top with no bra he literally goes feral. the sight of your boobs bouncing with each step and your ass threatening to fall out your shorts- he feels so bad! youre in this innocent outfit but he cant help the impure thoughts flooding his head. when your doing the dishes and he cant stop watching how your tits jiggle when you move your arms, he has to use a pillow to hide his growing boner or maybe even take a trip to the restroom to sort himself out. he doesnt even want you going out in public wearing shorts! let alone a low cut shirt? and it may sound controlling but its just the way your ass spills out those shorts he cant let anyone else seeing that. "where are you going dressed like that?" kinda guy

riwoo.

pervy!riwoo who feels sooo terrible but whenever you wear a loose off the shoulder shirt n bend over he cant help but steal a look down your shirt. he feels so bad, he knows he shouldnt be looking but he swears he cant help it! poor boy cant help the perverted thoughts that come into his mind- but he swears hes not a pervert. when your peacefully sleeping and your off the shoulder shirt slightly slides down and practically your whole breast is out- he feels awful. should he fix your shirt for you? he knows he should out of respect- but instead he needs to cop a feel :( cupping your titty and feeling your hardened nipple with his fingers he almost cums in his pants right then and there. your whimpering kinda scares him- hes worried you woke up and he got caught but thankfully for riwoo your still asleep. your whimpers got him closer to cumming in his pants than ever- and he has to resort to humping your thigh.

jaehyun.

pervy!jaehyun whos a panty stealer andd sniffer...!! he feels so gross but he makes excuses for himself, trying to convince himself its not perverted or weird! youre soo confused when your favorite pair of panties mysteriously goes missing, you swore you put them in the laundry and they shouldve been washed by now! but nope, you were wrong, jaehyun had taken your used panties out the laundry hamper :( he knows its perverted as he sniffs your panties while fisting his cock- or wrapping your panties around his cock feeling the fabric cumming all over your panties n soiling them. he ends up keeping them in his side drawer and thats rxactly where you find them! youre so confused as to why jaehyun had them in his side drawer- until you feel his cum on your panties.

taesan.

pervy!taesan whos a littleee bit more lowkey with his perverted tendencies. but! that spare key to your apartment does him wonders. he was just gonna stop by to see you- nothing perverted about it! but the second he opened that apartment door and he heard your sweet honey-like moans coming from your bedroom he couldnt stop the tent growing in his pants. he crept up to your room- too scared to push the door even slightly open, but he eventually gets over it when your moans become louder. you dont notice the sound of the door creeping slightly open because of the loud buzz of your vibrator and the loud sounds of your wetness on the dildo. taesan cums in his pants the second he sees this- which is such a hit to his ego! but how can he help it when your spread wide open with the prettiest sounds? you dont even know hes there and that somehow makes it better for him. he shouldnt be watching you and hes fully aware that he should probably walk away or at least look away- but he cant. youre just way too gorgeous and he cant miss out on this.

leehan.

pervy!leehan who cant keep his hands off you... he has a bittt of a problem of always trying to touch you in public ! walking through the mall and he has his hand in your back pocket- might be something people see as romantic but hes literally groping your ass right now. sitting at a booth having lunch together and he cant stop himself from touching you under the table. every second of the day he finds his hand somewhere near your clit, rubbing it gently across the table from you. pulling you right into the dressing room and hes flipping your skirt up to admire your pussy before eating you out. rubbing his fingers across your folds while you look through racks of clothes. he knows its weird, he knows it is literally indecency- but how could he keep his hands off of you when you look so good and your pussy is always so wet and welcoming for him?

[iannmin]

What kinks do you think San would have? <3

KINKS SAN WOULD HAVE ⁺₊❆⋆ 최산

🏷️ ⋆ smut, drabble, intentional lowercase, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink (serious), lingerie play, somnophilia, cum play (LOTS of cum)

🗒️ ⋆ RAHHHHHH WTF I’ve been wanting to write this SO BAD!!! thank you thank you so much for the opportunity skjdkskdksk i hope both sides of your pillow are nice and fluffy every time you sleep <3333 also i just couldn’t help but put the edit of long haired san hehe

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PRAISE KINK ⋆

no offence but sannie would be on the number one priority list for those who have praise kink. like can you see how he folds and gets absolutely all squishy and subby when wooyoung praises him? like his cheeks gets all flushed and hot,, he’ll probably desire the same with his s/o, whether it’s him giving or receiving. and to be honest san is more of a soft dom, so he’ll love reassurance. just imagine every time when he’s about to enter you he will most definitely whisper softly “you can take it baby, it’s gonna open up so well for me, your pussy’s gonna feel so good, hm?” (and I’ve noticed that san loves to say ‘hm?’ after his sentence a lot in his voice lives and it drives me absolutely crazy)

SIZE KINK ⋆

sannie is a total sucker for size differences and he absolutely builds his ego off of watching his s/o squirm under his huge frame. like just picture him headlocking his s/o from behind, broad chest sticking to his s/o’s back while just absolutely pounding the fuck out of them and whispering dirty things into their ear ughh. and do you remember that one fanmeeting clip of san’s back facing the audience and wooyoung is literally holding his neck attempting to kiss him??? he’ll probably look like that coming home to his s/o from a long day of work,, kissing them at the entrance as a ‘I’m home’ type of gesture. and also,, that’s probably why san hits the gym sososo much, it’s really just to assert dominance and feel big

BREEDING KINK ⋆

don’t even get me started with this once :,) like do you guys realise how traditional san is? like in terms of family and stuff he seemed to have grown up in a very traditional household where his father was strict on him and all that. like just look at how much respect he has for his parents and how well-mannered he is,, and especially do you remember when san mentioned that if he had a daughter he would raise her in a very princess way but if he had a son he would raise him like his father did in a strict way? so anyways,, the whole point I’m making is that san would probably want to start a family early with his s/o so that they can have cute little family outings together, and he can be a dad. so that’s where the feral breeding kink comes in. like he just goes absolutely bonkers the first time his s/o let’s him hit it raw after their marriage, or even better, when he learns that his s/o wants to try for a baby, so he makes sure to absolutely fill their cunt to the fullest, even going beyond his usual stamina of two rounds because for some reason he keeps getting hard after watching his white cum seep out of their hole and dripping onto their thighs :( P.S. he might even have a sex marathon with his s/o on the week their ovulating just to maximise his chances of becoming a dad

FINGERING ⋆

okay okay, I know sannie is a clean type of person and he doesn’t really like making a huge mess, especially when you see how clean and minimalistic his dorm room is but when it comes to his s/o, all morality just gets thrown off out the window. he goes pussy drunk and fingers them until they’re making an absolute mess. and I’ve seen some people commenting that he has chubby hands like cheese-stick fingers but won’t they feel so fucking good when their up in his s/o’s hole? i bet the stretch is a whole lot better with thick fingers like his and it’s definitely enough to get his s/o squirming and whimpering, even squirting.

SOMNOPHILIA ⋆

sannie treats women with so much respect and probably hates non-con stuff which is a great turn-off for him. but somnophilia? that’s his jam right there. the first time his s/o told him up front that they like being fucked awake no matter when, he was slightly hesitant, but he probably discovered a whole new world right there and then when he slid his dick into their unprepped cunt, the raw feeling being absolutely addictive. so even on days when his s/o looked absolutely unsexy, wearing a pair of kiddy-looking pajamas, he will still have a great urge to pull down those cartooned pants and fuck them. he just can’t get enough of the moment when their brows finally knit together and their eyes flutter open, raising their head from the pillow just to see him wrecking their pussy open, and that’s when all senses and feelings process in their brain and they start moaning and squealing.

LINGERIE ⋆

just a bonus kink here hehe,, and not to mention sannie is not the type to rip open the lingeries because he respects how expensive they are, but he’s more of the type to push their panties to the side and fuck them <3

[babyleostuff]

. . . praising the hhu for the “lalali” MV

[🍒] choi seungcheol

ugh, this man would be so smug (he’s a leo after all), you would not be able to wipe that annoying smirk off his face for the rest of the day (he’d probably fall asleep with it too). choi seungcheol lives for the praise and it makes his ego skyrocket (as it should because he’s the best), but he’d be so annoying with it. he’d follow you everywhere and be like “oh, so you loved the earrings that much?” or “tell me again how good i look with those green highlights”. man would be unstoppable. but deep inside he’s kind of freaking out because “omg omg omg they loved me in the MV” *heart eyes*. (and he’s a lil cutie patootie so at the end of the day when you’re laying in bed he cuddles closer to you, and is like “did i really look that good?)

[🍒] jeon wonwoo

(this era belongs to wonwoo change my mind) 

he knew you’d go fucking feral over him in this MV, i mean the visuals, the outfits, the attitude, THE RAP - come on, there was no way you wouldn’t end up screaming at every scene with him. he was especially excited for you to see the “mafia boss” scene with him, since he knows how much you love the jeon “actor” wonwoo agenda. and he was not let down in the slightest. at first his plan was to tease you over your reaction, but he found it hard to do it since you looked adorable (and low key crazy) fangirling over him in the MV. like, you’re really cute for getting excited over a barely three minute video, jumping around the room, and screaming like a maniac, so he just ends up looking at you fondly as you rewatch the MV for the tenth time.

[🍒] kim mingyu

he wasn't sure if he should have warned you before you played the MV about his naked tiddie scene because he was afraid you would fall off the couch and hurt yourself. like, he knew exactly what your reaction would be on that scene, so he wanted to avoid any accidents if he could. but, to his surprise, you sat through the whole MV in silence, and when it ended you simply laid on the floor, and he was like??? you good??? and then, as if the reality hit you, mingyu got what he wanted - you yapping about every single thing you found hot in this MV (which was everything), at one point you started even hitting him and yelling at him for being so handsome. all mingyu could do was to laugh because he knew that this was your way of showing your appreciation. another annoyingly smug one, ugh (not only is he tall and big as hell, but his ego is even bigger, he’s so annoying seriously).

[🍒] vernon chwe

he’s kind of like “do i really look that good?” but then he looks at you, and your excited reaction, and goes “yeah, i guess i am that cool.” he just really appreciates your reaction, and all of your compliments, and wild screams, and incoherent words - whatever comes his way he soaks it up like a sponge because hearing that praise from you makes him feel so so good. and ohmy he loves your reaction to the middle finger scene, the way you laugh and your excited “let’s go” makes him smile like an idiot, though he gets a bit shy too. he just truly feels blessed for having someone who will praise him so much over a MV like it’s the biggest masterpiece to ever exist.

[unluckilyimnot]

JEALOUS SAE HEADCANONS PLEASEEEEE

Jealous hc

Characters: sae, rin, kaiser, hiori, karasu, shidou

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Note: hiiii how are youuu thank you for your request hihi I had other characters bc I felt like doing it for them too

Sae Itoshi

he’s too prideful to be jealous, or he thinks so

in fact he get pissed off easily, anyone being a little to friendly with you bother him and he already doesn’t like anyone so imagine

he’s not subtile, even if he thinks he is

he’ll get closer, talk like shit to the person who’s flirting with you in his eyes

roll his eyes, click his tongue, you name it

Suddenly he wants to go home or leave for another place

You never honestly never thought you'll see him like that since he's confident and trusts you

I think he just doesn't like people and so by extension he hates people talking to you

He likes to think he's the only one who can make you smile like that, beside your friends (he's not insane)

So seeing some nobody making you smile, or even worst : laugh makes him jealous

He’s not into pda to save his life i think, that’s something he keeps behind closed doors

But oh man how he likes to kiss you when it happens, just to remind everyone that you're taken and you're proud of it

Be prepared to hear about this, he’s a nagging mom at heart

“Are you done ?” you’d ask and magically, yes he is

he will sulk yes, but close to you at least

Rin Itoshi

Bare with him, he acts tough but deep down he wants to cry

Just like his brother, he will get closer, his arm will probably stay around your shoulders after that

But he won’t be mean to them, just kinda ignore them or send death glare if they get too close

No touching, even in a friendly way, don’t be ridiculous

I think he appreciates it if you put a stop yourself

He’s more insecure than he likes to admit and it prove him that he can trust you

He’s gonna be clingy af though

When you two are finally alone, Rin won’t say a world but glue himself to you

He’ll need reassurance for sure :( this boy has abandon issues

Michael Kaiser

He’s an asshole (lovingly)

He let people flirt with you if it helps their ego and mock them for how long you can think, it’s almost an inside joke for him

The irony is that he’s really possessive, so it’s all fun and game until it’s not some loser that try to hit on you

Not that he feels threaten, please

But he still don’t wanna play with them and he doesn’t want you nearby

If you just happen to be friendly with someone then he’s bothered

What do you mean by being this happy to see someone else ?

He’ll ask a million questions and whine about it before brush it off as if he doesn’t care

It takes a lot to deal with him, his reaction depend on his phase

If he feels low then he’ll be a nightmare, you had to be sorry for someone hitting on you and tell him he’s your one and only

If he’s his confident self, it’s almost like he doesn’t care and let it happen

Being with him is a roller coaster

Tabito Karasu

Best man if is speak

He’s mature and he knows he’s projecting his own insecurity when he’s jealous, so he doesn’t make a big deal about it

He’s not gonna ruin the moment so he just keep his cool and act normally

Deep down you can feel there’s some awkwardness so you try to ask him silently, with your eyes or smile, if he’s ok

He loves you so much he feels dumb to even be jealous the second you do that honestly

Expect small pda like holding hands above your knees, playing with your fingers or the em of your shirt/ skirt

He’ll talk to you about it on your way back home or when you two are comfortable at yours or his place

He knows it’s normal to feel like this sometimes but it’s normal to reach for comfort right ? he’s not shy to ask

Nothings best than you playing with his hair, laying on your chest or thighs

Ryusei Shidou

He’s unhinged he scares me

I think he’s the most jealous among them

You’re his, that’s it so, he may seem lay back (and weird) but he’s cautious with every person coming near you

I hc him with abandon issues as well (give us his back story please and make it worth it compare to some character) so he’s always scared of you leaving

It’s still more in a possessive than an insecure way, he just can’t take it if he considered that someone is too close to you

He gets touchy oh my, he’s all over you, can’t keep his hands to himself just to let them know that you’re taken

He’ll talk to them straight in the eyes while his hand run up and down your thighs, he’s not ashamed of anything

You have to put a stop to it but always expected something more while coming home

Yo Hiori

He’s cute and I don’t think people take him seriously enough

You’re amazing and beautiful and fun to talk to, people already asked you why him

He kinda has war flashback ngl

Obviously he also think that he’s not enough and probably get jealous/sad quickly if someone get close to you and is really friendly

He’s scared to take things into hand I think, so he’ll just ask for you two to leave

He won’t tell you how he feels, he’s sure it’s not important enough to bring it up but you always ask him anyway

You’re so sorry that it happens at all honestly, you never want him to feel like this

He never ask for it but you’re clingy and want to do nothing with him, spending some quality time together, watching him play game while you stay on your phone or even sitting in his laps

It always make him feel better and remind him that you won’t leave him so soon

I hope you liked it ♡

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False Accusations (You know I KNOW right? Chapter Two)

Let me first say thank you for all the kind reception part one received. It was … a surprise, and a welcome one.

Also, a massive thank you to @sunnie-angel for beta reading. If you haven’t read their work… Do yourself a favor and check out their masterlist!

This Chapter takes place over a few days in two mini stories., and I would appreciate being told if at any point this causes confusion. Currently how I’ve done it is as tilted segments. Content warning: this chapter has themes of sexual harassment in the workplace up to the point of groping (from an OC), and corruption. Proceed with caution. Be safe.

The morning after. You are going to murder your partner, Grayson. Perhaps with a gun. Maybe your own two hands. Or maybe you just need coffee.

It's probably the coffee thing. Coffee, then you’ll decide if you're going to kill him and how. As you sit at your table, surrounded by notes you’d made at 4am, the urge to throttle Grayson slowly subsides. You hadn’t slept a wink. You’d had a weird night. But if you were going to do this, help him find this killer… you’d need a plan for if it all goes to hell. A diversion. A plan so that if you’re made, maybe the killer will think you’re on the wrong track. A dummy investigation. But simultaneously one that you won’t overthink, so that you can devote your time and brainpower to the truth. Luckily for you, you have the perfect person to pretend to accuse. After all, your partner, Grayson, is an incredibly weird guy. 8:55 am finds you walking into the station sipping your third coffee of the morning, only to find Grayson sat at his desk. Shirt pressed, tie perfect, hair shampoo commercial glamourous yet slightly messy. The urge to murder your partner returns, just a little. How dare he be so… normal? So unaffected? How dare this man fight crime by night, and be smiling at you as he is now, chipper and bright and perfect, before 9am? The nerve. Maybe you could hit him with a patrol car and claim it was an accident. “Morning detective… Long night?”

Oh.. This fucker. Your partner, Grayson, is the most annoying man alive. You hate how badly you have to fight the urge to grin at the sheer audacity.

She looks exhausted, the poor thing. Dick remembered the feeling, but at some point he’d adapted to running on less sleep than was by any means reasonable. He hoped she wouldn’t need to. That this would be over in a few weeks and she’d be back to getting a full eight hours. “Morning Detective… Long night?” She glares at him like he’s caused personal offence. He raises an eyebrow at her to prompt a response. Inside though, he panics. Had he done something wrong? Could she suspect? No. no of course not. But whatever she said next would surely be important. It was a test of sorts. What would she say she’d spent the night doing? Would she betray his alter ego? Could she sell the lie if she didn’t? “Just had a night in, had a little too much to drink,” she shrugs, opening her bag and removing a notebook. Casual, calm, partially true and nearly impossible to disprove short of a blood test or breathalyser, and even then there was deniability. Dick nods, and looks back down to his computer to hide the grin that splits his face in half. He knows he can’t dwell on it, knows he can’t act on it, but it’s completely unfair that she was that smooth. That helpful. She’d agreed to help him - as Nightwing - instantly. Her words about how Blud owed him a debt had played in his mind on loop for the rest of his patrol. He knew what it felt like to fly. To flip through the air at dizzying heights, gravity a mere afterthought. It was cruel, frankly, that he’d found someone who made him feel even better than that, only for her to be someone he couldn’t be with out of principle and professionalism. It wasn’t that he objected to her as a partner - short of his family, she was possibly the best he’d ever met. Frankly, if she was transferred to Gotham, the bat signal would be turned on far less frequently. And he didn’t object to rules about dating fellow officers, especially one’s partner. Objectively it made sense. But it didn’t change the fact that her smile was the best part of his day. That on the rare times she laughed he could swear he heard an angel just straight up quit its position in the heavenly chorus out of pure envy. That when she’d said she’d help he’d wanted nothing more than to grab her face and kiss her till she was breathless. But he can’t. Or at least Dick Grayson can’t. A new voice breaks him from his spiralling thoughts. “Detective Grayson.” The man standing behind his partner's desk has a hand on the back of her seat, preventing her from swivelling around. 

“We haven’t met yet, I’m Sergeant James McElroy. Seems you spent most of my first day back stuck on a stakeout.” “Pleasure.” he responds, with all the charm he’s learnt to use at galas and parties, forcing down the venom incurred by the way his partner had seemed to lose a gallon of blood at the sound of his voice, and the way she had seemed not to breath since the name was spoken.

He's not touching you. Of course not. He knows better than to do anything so blatant. It's how he’d gotten away with it for so long last time. He doesn’t touch you, or say the things he was so clearly thinking. He would masterfully walk the line between making you feel unsafe, alone, and naked, while never crossing over into anything actionable. Till one day he had. It had been in a crowded lift where he’d used the crush as an excuse to grab and to feel, whispering something vile in your ear. 

He’d figured he’d gotten away with it when you tried to tell your captain and he’d asked if you had a witness. You’d thought he’d gotten away with it too. Till a uniformed officer, Janet Rodwell, had stepped up to have your back. You should have known, really. For the second time in 24 hours you feel like a fool. But while the first time it had been accompanied with a dizzying realisation of love, this time the realisation is dark and chilling to your core. You’d thought you’d won, that it was over. But he’s back and he’s not touching you, but you feel the ghost of his hands all over. You can’t win. He’d been sent away and you thought you were safe again, but he’s back and he’s a sergeant now. Because Bludhaven, as it is, rewards men like him. You can’t bring yourself to look over your shoulder at him, so you look straight ahead, across your desk and to your partner’s adjoining one.

It's not Dick Grayson’s eyes you meet though. They aren’t cheerful, carefree and beautiful. Well, they are beautiful. But they are angry, intelligent, and fierce. You meet Nightwings gaze, and you feel the claws around your lungs relax, even if they do not recede. 

His partner did not rattle easily. Did not panic unnecessarily. 

Pinned down by the Penguin’s smugglers, he’d thought their goose had been cooked unless he could work at his true capacity, so he had shot out the lights and gotten to work. He’d taken out nine, but been unable to find the tenth, until he’d heard the struggle. 

She’d taken him down blind, without drawing her gun. When he’d asked her why she hadn’t, she’d told him she’d lost sight of him in the chaos, and was unwilling to risk it. He wished he hadn’t shot the light out so he could have seen it. 

Still, he had been oblivious. It had hit him like a batarang to the face last night, in that moment where she agreed without hesitation to help him find a serial killer. He’d known she was beautiful, and brilliant. That he had a crush. 

He’d realised last night he was in far, far deeper trouble than that. So, if she was frightened and upset by the presence of this man, then Dick would take his looming over her as a serious threat. He trusted her gut. “You haven’t introduced yourself to my partner, Detective—-” He’s cut off with a dismissive wave that boils his blood. “Oh we’ve met. In fact, she was my partner first. Until the misunderstanding.” There are many ways to snap someone out of a panic. He’s seen sheer rage do it many times. As it does now. “There was no misunderstanding,” she says, her voice firm, her teeth gritted. “Well. I want you to know-” he moves from directly behind her, to her side, leaning down over her, invading her space. Dick wanted to hit him. “I understand that what I did could have been seen as invasive, and you may have felt that I overstepped. I have completed a course, as demanded by HR, and will attempt not to cause you to feel that I have been inappropriate again.”

She takes a deep breath. He can practically hear her count in his head. He stands, moving around the desk to stand beside her, not quite a barrier but a comforting presence, or at least he hoped. “Well. Whatever occurred, we have work to be getting on with, if you don’t mind.” It takes a great deal of the restraint his training has given not to add the words ‘you bastard’, or something far more creative. “But of course. Detective. Detective.”  

Your hands shake as you sit back down in your seat. Your partner, Grayson, returns to his own, his gaze - Richard’s gaze, never leaving your face, crumpled in concern. “I don’t want to overstep… but are you alright? What … did he do?” “I…” you want to tell him, in part. Or maybe you don’t, and you want him to know without having to go through the ordeal of rehashing it all. Maybe by consulting whatever ‘oracle’ he used as nightwing. But you can’t right now. So you don’t. “I… need some air.” Your partner just gives you a comforting smile, a nod, and lets you leave without question. Wingding in the window 

It's five days later, on his patrol, when he notices it. The wingding left in her window. He stops on the roof of the building adjacent to her. As far as city roofs go, this one’s relatively nice. Someone’s placed some potted plants around, in an eclectic attempt at a rooftop garden. Some of these pots contain small pebbles as cover for the soil from the wind. Grinning to himself, he takes a handful. 

Was this a good idea? No. 

Was it deceptive? Well, no more than anything else he did as Nightwing… well, maybe a little more. 

But it hurt, holding her at arm's length, when a part of his soul he tried to ignore yearned to be as close as she would allow. He knows it’s not good. He knows it’s a violation of the utter trust she seems to hold in Nightwing. Really, it would only make things even more messy for his chances as Dick. But he wants to make her smile. Blush, even. He knows she finds him attractive, and in both contexts, but he wants more than that. Over the last week he’s realised just how much he wants to have with her, and it terrifies him. 

If it was simple lust he could deal with it.  But it wasn’t, and so here he was, about to attempt the cheesiest move known to hallmark films, just to see if it would make her laugh at him again. 

He’d managed to be professional while surrounded by highly capable, badass women in skintight clothes for most of his life. He’d had crushes before and gotten over them. He wanted everything with her. And that was not something he knew how to handle, given the mess of their situation. Dick shakes his head, snapping himself out of his doom spiral. He had a detective to meet, and a serial killer to find.

Bap. Bap. Bap. You look up from your book. You’d been getting ready for sleep, wearing your cosy pyjamas, curled up in bed with a book and a hot chocolate. You go still, listening. Bap. Bap. A pause. Then, the rap of knuckles on glass. “I ran out of rocks”

You know that voice. “With you in a moment.” You pull on a dressing gown, and take a moment to curse the fact that your slippers are rabbits before pulling the curtains aside. Nightwing is crouched on your windowsill. You lift it, stepping back as he enters through the window with all the grace of a cat. You know that you shouldn’t be embarrassed to be in your pyjamas, it's late, you had no means of knowing when he’d arrive. But he looked divine in that suit. An adonis. And you're in your old bathrobe and bunny slippers. Truely, you must have done terrible things in a past life. “Nice footwear.” Nightwing says with a smirk. Curse him. Curse his cheekbones and the way his lips look so damn inviting. “You picked up what, five rocks?” you sass right back. Nightwing makes a noise you suspect was supposed to be a scoff, but is more of a squeak. “Do you see a lot of pocket space on this?” 

“Fair.” you say, leading him out of your bedroom and into your living room. He sits on your couch, one leg spread wide, the other’s ankle resting on its thigh, as you open a drawer on your coffee table and produce your masterpiece. Nearly five metres of red string. Names, photos, dates, all studded with pins so pressed so tightly in they haven’t a prayer of accidental removal. You prop it up on the coffee table. 

Maybe your friends were right. Maybe you did need to touch grass. A line of thought for later. You look at Nightwing, who’s no longer relaxed and laying back on your sofa like he owned the place. 

Its years of maintaining a poker face in interrogations and more recently, dealing with his shenanigans that prevents you from grinning. 

He's as pale as you’ve ever managed to see him, and leaning forward now, elbow on knee and chin in hand. “Well, this is… impressive.” He sounded like he’d inhaled helium. “Shall we start with Sergeant McElroy?” you offer, smiling your best ‘there’s nothing wrong’ smile, enjoying making him squirm. “You seem to have … a significant amount of evidence against Detective Richard Grerson?” You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you take a ruler, poking your picture of him between the eyes. You hadn’t planned to do him first, you’d hoped to discuss evidence that would actually lead somewhere. 

This was still going to be fun though. You take a deep breath, and pause for a suitable level of dramatic effect, and begin your game. 

“Detective Richard Grayson. He’s my partner. He’s an excellent detective, and a good man. You might have heard of the charity he founded.” Nightwing makes a noncommittal humming noise. “But is it all too good to be true?” you ask, moving to your first notecard. “Exhibit one. He asked about the file. On its own, innocuous. But then, exhibits two through four. He’s prone to frequent disappearances on cases. He often knows a little too much about the criminal underside of Blud. Things that I have triple checked are not in any police database.”

You run a hand through your hair. “He’s a highly trained combatant. I once saw him take down nine men armed with guns, in the dark. They don’t teach that at the police academy.” “No? No.” Nightwing says, clearing his throat. “I mean yes. That is… suspicious.” “Incredibly. Which brings me to exhibit five. Now I’m no behavioural analyst or shrink. But I know my basics. Childhood trauma and instability can have… lingering impacts. I… don’t feel the need to dredge up his past, but I did look into it… and it’s grim. He was then taken in by Bruce Wayne. His relationship to his father, whatever it is, is something he’s even tighter lipped about then… everything else honestly. It’s not on the board because it’s circumstantial at best… but he has this skill of being able to hold long conversations and yet you come away not having learnt anything deeper about him.” 

He was pretty sure he’d been nodding for a good thirty seconds at this point.  

It would be funny if it didn’t hurt so much. 

The worst part was that it was all well reasoned. Practical. He had done everything she accused him of. She had just drawn a far more down to earth conclusion, that he was a corrupt cop, rather than Nightwing. 

It made sense. Too much sense. How could he shut this down without seeming invested in his own innocence? 

That isn’t what causes his lungs to burn though. No. The root of that was that even if he’d forced himself to maintain a professional - if friendly - distance from her, he would have hoped that she trusted him. 

But in this moment, looking at the evidence, looking at her holding that ruler to his photo’s face like a judge's gavel ready to condemn… he knows. He knows that she will never look at Dick the way she does as Nightwing, happy to see him, believing in his mission, ready to help as soon as he’d asked. Even if he clears himself of this crime, she would surely suspect him of others. 

He’d known it, at least on one level, ever since he’d first met her. He knows it now all the deeper, and he wants to scream. Dick Grayson will never get to tell her how truly wonderful she is.

How highly he regards her. 

How she is one of the reasons he keeps fighting for Bludhaven. 

Dick Grayson will never get to tell her that he loves her. 

But… perhaps Nightwing could have something. Because if she was his north star, then the way he’d felt when she agreed to help him had been like being engulfed by a supernova. 

If she was water, then seeing her cosy and ready for bed and smiling as she let him in through the window had been an oasis in the Sahara. 

If music was the food of love, her attempts not to laugh and stifled giggles over his peeps popcorn had been a symphony orchestra. 

But he’d never have her as himself. Not at all. Nightwing though? She at least found him attractive. Aligned with his ideology. No, he’d never feel that warmth of 10,000 stars directed at the real him. 

No, he’d never be able to be quenched by her life saving presence. 

No, he’d never feel her laughter shaking his bones as if in a musical crescendo.

But even the dimmest and most distant star gave off some light.

Even the last drop in an empty water skin was better than nothing.

Even the memory of a melody could be sweet. True, he would only ever have scraps of her affection. True, he could flirt, and perhaps go even further… but he’d never truly be with her. 

But who was a starving man to deny scraps of sustenance? He’d take what he could have and try to ignore the lingering hunger. 

“Perhaps we should discuss… another suspect?” he prompts, realising how long he’s been silent. How long she had been too, watching him with a strange, concerned look.

She nods, and moves on to their Captain.

Dick is almost relieved when some ten minutes later Oracle calls in a robbery downtown. “Well - sorry Sherlock.” He takes a picture of her board for further study. “I’ll be around next week to continue this discussion, and look over this in my own time till then. Duty calls.” “Be safe,” She says softly, as he’s halfway through the window He looks over his shoulder. “As you wish.”

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Baby Daddy (m)

synopsis. you’re the prettiest ever.. he can’t help but breed you senseless.

warnings. ëxplïcït sèx, brèèdïng kïnk, unprötèctèd sèx, cryïng, mèntïön öf blèèdïng, röügh sèx, fïngèrïng, báby trâppïng, yändèrè tôji, pössèssïvènèss, hè cälls yöu èvèry pössïblè nïcknämè. mömmy kïnk, DÄDDY KÏNK.

note. he’s so 🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫… enjoy. Please keep in mind my smut writing skills are not the greatest, but I tried please share feedback x. GIF not mine credits to owner.

“Come on baby.”

He says as he trails his lips all over the skin of your neck, Toji knows you like it, the way you’ve got your eyes closed as he peppers sloppy wet kisses all over your neck gives it all away.

Or maybe it’s because he’s got his knuckles buried deep inside your dripping heat as he pleasures you with his fingers, your struggling breathing has got him almost cumming but he will hold on.

Your naked breasts are so perfect and your tear stained face looks like a masterpiece, Goodness you’re fucking gorgeous and he knows that.

That’s why he can probably lose you to someone else.

“Baby… please make my wish come true.” Whispering in your ear, He smirks as he increases his pace, curling his fingers deep inside you and he hits a spot because of the way your eyes roll back into back of your head.

You’re so weak for him and he hasn’t even really fucked your yet. You’re about to cum for the second time, he can feel it, you’re trying to say something but no words are able to come out of your mouth.

But he knows your body language better than anyone and he can do anything to make you feel good, and tonight he wants something from you and he’s going to make sure that he gets it.

“Aww baby, you gonna cum?” He keeps on working his magic with his large thick digits buried inside you, you moan so weakly, “Okay… you can cum.” The thing he loves the most about you is the way you’re so submissive and obedient you have him wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even realize it.

God, he loves you so much.

Toji is sweating and he curses under his breath when he feels you cum undone on his fingers, you whimper and mewl as you bury your face in his neck, shit he’s not going to last long either.

He’s so weak when it comes to you and his self-control immediately goes away whenever he fucks you.

“Oh, you feel good? Huh? Tell daddy, now baby tell me.” Your hair smells so good and your body is everything.

Your chest is so plush soft compared to his large hard chest, Goodness, he is so turned on right now.

So Toji lets you come down from your high and it takes you a few minutes, your orgasm must’ve been mind blowing for you to react like this, but it just strokes his ego even more.

Only he can make you feel this good.

“Yn… now it’s daddy’s turn.” When you give him the confirmation, and you know he smiles and satisfaction, he is completely naked, and soon, he pushes you into the bouncy soft mattress, the silk bedsheet is a mess but he couldn’t give two fucks.

He needs to cum in you and knock you up. and he’s told you that already even though you haven’t given him an answer, but he cannot wait anymore, he just been with him for years and the way you are so maternal around children, and even around him and his son from his first relationship, he knows that you were born to be a mother.

The mother of his children.

“Baby… now be a good girl for daddy and spread your legs.” He instrusts you as he climbes on top of you, your eyes are very glossy, and your mouth is all swollen, it’s even bleeding a little but he’s always been a rough kisser.

You’re so pretty, all for him, You close your eyes and take a deep breath, you look so breedable right now, his little Princess.

Toji knows it’s not going to hurt, so he starts to insert himself inside your wet cunt, and you shake a little because you can never get used to his size.

He’s big and he knows but you only bite your lip as you wait for him to fully settle himself into you, and as soon he manages to do that, you start moaning again, and that’s all he needs to go fully insane.

The way you trap his dick inside your pussy is magical because you’re so right that he can’t really move but you encourage him to move so he can make you feel good once again.

“A-Ah..” he groans once he finally mages to move and he’d merciless with his thrusts, your breasts bounce with every sensation and your noises are unstoppable.

He doesn’t want you to stop, “oh baby yes please keep moaning my name like that… I love y-you so much,” he buckles his hips and they’re into you, as deeply as he can.

He’s about to cum.

“G-Gonna breed my princess all nice & good- so she can give me a pretty baby… yeah?” He leans his face closer to yours as he feverishly pulls you in for a kiss.

His kiss is impatient and sloppy. You’ve got your hands wrapped around him and he’s really going to cum.

It’s insane how much you love him, and he knows that you might probably never leave him, but what is the guarantee? You see he’s been a little paranoid about you these days what is better than to make you a mother of his child?

“F-Fuck yn..” he breaths against your lips and he’s panting. “Gonna make you pregnant- you’ll look so pretty all swollen with my baby in you, eh?”

He teases you and you whine. Toji groans as he finally feels himself letting go and you whimper as he paints your walls white.

He’s cumming so hard that his shoulders are shaking while you dig your hands in his skin, yeah make him bleed, “oh mommy you’so good to me.” Slurring out, Toji pants,

He calls you mommy and you’re blushing.

And after a few minutes, The shaking of his shoulders comes to a halt and you’re both exhausted, panting, he grabs your body so you’re even more close to him

And of course he doesn’t pull out. You’re not on your pills.

This is more than perfect, because right now? You’re full of his cum.

“Gonna fuck you every single hour until you’re pregnant, yn. So make me a daddy soon, Princess.”

[gotta-winwin]

2019 debut year <> you do too much

word count: 3.7k TW: body image, overworking, swearing, angst italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin

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Cyana never meant for it to get this far.

It had started off pretty mild, she'd wake up earlier than usual, take a morning run to the company and get a head start on practice. She'd stay later than the others too, insisting they go home without her and that she'd join them a bit later. Just one more time, she'd say, as she cued up the song once again. Just one more time, she'd say again after that, and by then it would already be close to midnight.

She stared at herself in the mirror, shaking with frustration and fatigue. Her chest heaved harshly as she tried desperately to calm her breath.

Hoshi shot her a worried glance. "Nana, take a break."

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Practice is done anyways. The car's ready, pack up." He grabbed her hand to drag her towards their things.

Cyana shook her hand out from his grasp, shooting him a tired smile. "You can go first, Soonie. I'll stay a little bit longer. I want to try Getting Closer again."

Hoshi frowned at her words. "We've already stayed late, nana-yah. Everyone's already left. And you've been staying late for the past two weeks. Let's take a break, okay?"

She shook her head stubbornly. "It's fine, really."

He looked at her apprehensively, not quite believing her. Sighing, he reluctantly agreed, knowing there was no stopping her. "Please be home by at least two am."

She nodded absentmindedly, already turning back around to cue up the track. She made sure Hoshi really had left before continuing, concentrating on perfecting her angles and facial expression. She had failed the company test - when the higher-ups came and decided she wasn't good enough - her ego burned from the hit and she vowed to work even harder. The members had told her she was already amazing, but she couldn't believe them if the company officials didn't think so.

She hadn't told any of the boys she hadn't been returning home. Most of her essentials were stored safely in one of the drawers in their practice room - saving her both the time and energy it took to return home. This way she could wash up and change before immediately getting back to practice.

"Oh, Jeonghan oppa." She answered when he called her phone.

"Nana, where are you?" His voice sounded muffled and tired. "Hoshi texted and said you're still at the company."

She checked the time. 3:26 AM. "Oh. I decided to crash at Mingyu's place." She lied, wincing. She hated lying to him whenever he called to check in. It was pure luck that no one really ever confirmed with Mingyu that she had actually been staying over. "I'm about to go to sleep. You should too, oppa."

She heard Jeonghan sigh in relief. "Okay, good. Goodnight, Nana." He hung up, probably way too tired.

Placing her phone back down on the floor, she glanced once again at the time. It was late. Her body was sore and she was starting to feel a little dizzy. Dragging her feet towards the connected washroom, she was glad they'd installed showers. Cleaning herself up and changing, she returned back to the practice room and crashed on the couch. Just a couple hours, she thought to herself.

"Cyana."

She opened her eyes, squinting at the brightness and letting out a groan. "What time is it?"

A very confused Dino stared back at her. "7 AM." He helped her to sit up, frowning when he saw her wince. "Why are you sleeping here?"

Her eyes widened when she remembered where she was. She inwardly kicked herself for oversleeping. Usually she was able to wake up, get ready and change before everyone else began arriving. They always just assumed she had been the first to arrive. "I-" Feeling rather caught, Cyana could only stare up at Dino wordlessly.

He seemed to catch on rather quickly. "Cyana." He looked at her, disappointment written plainly across his face. "Have you been living here?"

"No!" She protested, knowing he'd 100% tell Jeonghan if she admitted to it and Jeonghan would 100% kill her. "I was just practicing last night and fell asleep, that's all."

He gave her a weird look. "Alright, just-" He sighed. "You really don't need to be pushing yourself so hard. You're already ready."

Cyana gave him a hard stare. Perhaps it was the pain or the lack of sleep, but her nerves were wearing thin. She pushed herself off the couch, walking to the washroom. Splashing water on her face, she attempted to wake herself up.

"Please don't tell the others." She begged Dino once she returned. "Please please please." He looked unconvinced. "Please." She said again. "They'll kill me and you know it."

He sighed. "Fine." He pointed a finger at her, his poor attempt at being stern. "But you've got to promise me it's the last time."

"Got it." She promised, although she knew she'd probably end up breaking it. "Thanks, Chan."

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms gently around her waist, frowning when he felt how skinny she had gotten. He was about to comment on it when the practice doors opened and a hoard of members rushed in, all still slightly half-asleep.

"Aigoo~" Seungkwan cooed at the position they'd caught them in. "Our maknaes are so cute."

Dino flushed, trying to pull away but pausing when he realized Cyana was leaning on him, her eyes closed.

"Is she okay?" Jun mumbled, sipping on his ice coffee and glancing at the girl.

"Hm?" Cyana opened an eye, jumping a bit at the sudden appearance of so many people. "Oh! You're all here."

"Yup." Vernon walked over, ruffling her hair. "You ready?"

She sighed, reluctantly detaching herself from Dino, shivering at the loss of his body heat. "I guess."

Jeonghan had thought something was off from the way Cyana sounded over the phone. She sounded sick and incredibly out of it, her words slurring slightly as she spoke to him. He would've pressed the girl for more answers, but Hoshi's text had woken him up mid-sleep and he was aching to the state of passing out.

Even as they started practice, Jeonghan's mind drifted from the choreo over to Cyana. His mental list of things wrong with her had been gradually growing over the week and he was getting concerned.

Jeonghan's mental list with things that are wrong about Cyana:

She's been saying over at Mingyu's a suspicious amount. Sure, he could understand, the Minwon residence was easily the quietest out of the bunch, and Mingyu was Cyana's closest friend. He figured Wonwoo was in his room most times anyways.

The amount of canceled plans the boys have been complaining about to him was increasing. It felt like every couple days, at least one member would approach him requesting a therapy session, where they just complained about how Cyana was ditching them for their usual hangouts.

He rarely ever saw the girl anywhere but the company. Under any other circumstance it would've been normal, but Cyana had expressed before she hated the feeling of captivity the company gave her.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her eat something.

He could've continued listing reasons in his head, had it not been for the loud thud and a piercing screech that followed it. He froze mid dance move and spun towards the noise.

Cyana was on the floor, Woozi a mere step away from her as he crouched down to examine her. DK was apologizing for the loud scream, although he continued to panic loudly.

"I think she fainted." Woozi concluded, voice calm. His furrowed eyebrows were the only sign he was worried.

"Fainted?" DK gasped out loud.

Mingyu reached down and scooped the girl into his arms, depositing her on the couch. "Yeah, she's out."

"Is she injured?" Seungcheol asked, hovering over her as Mingyu checked. He sighed with relief when Mingyu shook his head. "It was a loud thud."

Jeonghan let out a groan of both realization and disappointment.

"What." Seungcheol whipped his head around at the sound of Jeonghan's groan. "Do you know something?" He pointed at Cyana, who was still laying limply on the couch, head supported by Mingyu's large hand. "Why is she like this?"

Jeonghan raised his hands in defence. "I only suspected. I mean- I thought it was weird she was sleeping over at Mingyu and Wonwoo's so often recently but-"

"What?" Wonwoo cut him off. "She hasn't been over since-" He flushed at the memory. "Since she hurt her ankle."

And all at once, the pieces seemed to fall into place in Jeonghan's mind.

"She's been living here, hasn't she." Dino beat him to the punch, stating what he had just realized. "I found her here asleep when I came in this morning."

They all turned to Seungcheol, who seemed to be at a loss for words, staring at Cyana.

Cyana awoke just in time to see Seungcheol leave, the practice room door swinging shut behind him. She struggled to get up, as strong hands grabbed her and situated her to lean back. A bottle of water was shoved wordlessly into her hands by Vernon, already opened.

"You scared us." Mingyu muttered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

She was vaguely aware of the other boys standing around her. Her ears still rang but she could faintly hear Woozi talking to Jun.

"I swear I tried to catch her. I didn't let her drop on purpose." He was defending himself to a wary Jun. "I'm not that mean."

She would have smiled at how defensive he sounded had it not been for the glowering face of Jeonghan, who was staring holes into her skull.

"Everyone out, please." Jeonghan signalled the others to give them the room. He sat down next to Cyana, letting out a loud sigh once everyone had left.

She knew she was in for it now.

"You wanna tell me what's been going on?" He said quietly, rubbing the seam of her sleeve between his thumb and index finger. "No lies this time."

She felt a lump form in her throat. "Jeonghan-"

"I'm not mad, Cyana." He looked at her sadly. "I just want to know why you haven't been taking care of yourself."

On any other occasion, she would have argued that he was mad. He hadn't used 'Nana' when saying her name.

"You haven't been staying at Mingyu's, I know that for a fact. And you've been canceling plans with the members. You also haven't been eating well. Jun says you rarely take the breakfast he sets aside for you." He continued, frowning when he saw her eyes well up with tears.

"I'm sorry." It was all she could muster.

"I don't care that you lied, Cyana." Jeonghan wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Just tell me why. Are we doing something wrong?"

She shook her head frantically. "No." God no.

"Then why?"

She finally looked up from her lap to see him, feeling an ache in her chest when she saw how desperate his expression was.

"The company officials-" She paused, and Jeonghan nodded for her to go on. "they said I wasn't good enough. Not quite good enough to debut with seventeen. They said they had a lot bet on me but I was disappointing them."

She got worried when he stayed silent. "Oppa?" She whispered, reaching out tentatively to shake him.

He laced his hand in hers before she could reach him. "I'm sorry they said all that." He turned to look at her, a serious expression taking over his face. "But you know they're wrong, and even if you think they're right, you shouldn't have risked your own health like that."

Cyana nodded. "I know. I just-" She tried to find the words to explain. "I just wanted to debut so badly. I wanted to look good onstage next to all of you." It was a lame explanation but it was the best she could give.

"I know." Jeonghan nodded. "And you will." He pointed at the large mirrors on the wall in front of where they sat. "I watch you dance with us everyday through those mirrors. And you look beautiful. Full of talent and raw power."

She let out a shaky breath.

"Is that why you haven't been eating your meals?" He asked, looking back at her. "Did they say something about that too?"

She nodded. It was perhaps the comment that had hurt her the most. "They said I looked too heavy. That I was supposed to be a girl member. Not a boy."

Jeonghan let out a huff. "Who the fuck-" He muttered, almost to himself. "Give me the names of the people, I'll talk to them."

Cyana smiled despite the heavy setting. "They're higher-ups, Hannie. You can't do anything."

"Psh." Jeonghan waved away her concern. "Still. I'll write their names down and get rid of them once we're big enough."

She supposed she admired his optimism. "Okay." She relented. "I'll find their names and text them to you."

Jeonghan leaned his head on the crook of her shoulder, slouching a bit to reach it. "You know we love you, right?"

She didn't say anything.

"You don't have to believe it now." He said softly. "I know you're a bit weird about stuff like that." He squeezed her hand firmly. "Just need you to hear it."

She nodded. "Okay."

They sat in silence for awhile, and Cyana's ears stopped ringing. "Where did Seungcheol-oppa go?" She whispered, curious but not wanting to ruin the peacefulness of the moment.

Jeonghan cracked an eye open from his spot on her shoulder. "He's dealing with it his own way."

"Dealing with what?"

He sat up straight to look at her. "You fainting. He's our leader, he's going to feel the responsibility."

She frowned. "It's not his fault though."

Jeonghan shrugged. "It's just how he works. He's going to blame himself for not noticing it all sooner either way. Even if it's not his fault."

She stood up, swaying a bit before steadying herself. "I'm gonna go look for him, is that okay?"

She could swear Jeonghan was smirking a little. "I think he'd like that."

She found him in one of the empty studios. Seungcheol was sitting on one of the chairs when she walked in, head in his hands. He got up quickly once he heard the sound of her footsteps.

"Cyana." He breathed out, thankful she was okay. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." She whispered, sitting down and motioning gently for him to join her. She watched him hesitate before he sat down next to her.

"You shouldn't have pushed yourself so hard." Seungcheol scolded her.

"I know."

"And you should've told someone you weren't going back to the dorm. You should've let me know how much you were struggling."

"I know."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Tell me what happened. Everything leading up to today. I assume this has been going on for awhile."

She could tell from his face he meant business, so she told him without a fight. She recited everything - the skipped meals, the ditching hangouts, the sleeping in the practice room, the toothbrush and skincare hidden in the drawers - all of it. She saw his face twist in pain when she got to the part about the company officials.

"You should've told me." He whispered, once she was all done.

"I thought perhaps you didn't want to know." She admitted.

He looked astonished she would even say such a thing. His mouth opened and closed again as he reconsidered his choice of words. "I'm your leader, Cyana. I care about this team."

"And I'm doing my job." She said, not getting what he meant. Wasn't SEVENTEEN doing quite well? And the team would do even better if she was perfect for the comeback.

Seungcheol didn't know if he wanted to strangle her and cry. "Let me reiterate." He looked at her. "I care about you, Cyana. Not the comeback."

She blinked. "Oh."

He felt more like crying, Seungcheol decided. She looked so fragile and confused at the mere thought of him even caring about her. A burning sense of rage fuelled through him. Who on earth had taught her to be so skeptical of care and love?

Cyana panicked when she saw the tears in Seungcheol's eyes. "Please don't cry." She whispered frantically, not knowing what would happen to her if she saw the dependable and strong Seungcheol break down.

"Our maknae~" Seungcheol whispered back, reaching over to brush his hand against her cheek. "Maybe I didn't do well enough, to show you you belong here. I tried being a strong leader, guiding everyone through the comeback, letting you adjust to how busy life in SEVENTEEN can be. But maybe you needed more of a gentle touch? Something more personal?" At this point he seemed to be talking to himself. "I know I didn't really take the time to connect with you on a deeper level like the others did. I was so focused on guiding you through work. I must've done something wrong, if you felt like you needed to hide this much from me. Push yourself this far."

Cyana's lips trembled as she desperately held back tears. "It's not your fault."

"It is." Seungcheol corrected her quietly. "I always strived to be a leader you could tell anything to." He paused, looking at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry you felt the need to break yourself so much to make this comeback happen. I'm sorry the company said such harsh things. I should've noticed."

Cyana felt the sudden strong urge to give him a hug. It confused her. She only ever felt comfortable enough to initiate any sort of contact with Jeonghan, Dino, Joshua or Mingyu. Yet, when Seungcheol finished his speech and looked at Cyana with those sad, wide eyes, she decided perhaps she could make an exception. She leaned slightly in his side, stiffing slightly when his arms wrapped around her frame.

"It's not your fault." She managed to say again, telling herself to relax into his hold.

"I know it's not logical."

Cyana let out a breathy laugh. "I am sorry I lied to Jeonghan."

"I know." Seungcheol pulled her a little closer. "Please don't ever do this again. All of it. You're much more important than a silly comeback."

She nodded. "I won't."

"I'll talk with the company about the whole test thing. They shouldn't have done that, or said those things. And you need to start eating." Now that he was hugging her, he could feel just how malnourished she was. He felt as if he could accidentally snap her just by moving the wrong way. "I'll talk to the stylists too. Everyone needs a good reminder that you're part of SEVENTEEN forever."

Cyana's face flushed. "I'm sorry." She mumbled again, feeling bad for making him so worried. "I didn't know it'd hurt you so much."

Seungcheol let her go, giving her a sad look. "I hated seeing you like that. You were so pale and fragile."

She didn't know what to do with the amount of loving words she was receiving today. She looked away awkwardly. "I'll be more careful now, I promise."

She could hear the smile that overtook his face despite not looking at him. "Good." He said. "Start getting it into your head that you're important."

Both Jeonghan and Seungcheol monitored her as she cleared out her drawer and any other sign that she had been living in the practice room. She promised them both that she'd return everything back home and that she'd keep them there.

"You scared me." DK whined. "I thought you'd died."

Cyana was grateful at how lighthearted the atmosphere was once her and Seungcheol had returned to the practice room. Everyone was still obviously worried, but they seemed to have all decided not to sour the mood further. Everyone had noticed the watery eyes from both Cyana and Seungcheol as they returned but pretended not to.

"I'm sorry~" Cyana smiled at DK's dramatics.

"Ah, hyung- it was your scream that scared me the most." Dino butted in, cackling at the memory. "I was mid move and I heard a blood-curdling cry. I thought I was in a horror movie."

The others laughed along, each of them relating to the younger boy.

Joshua sidled up to Cyana amidst the chaos Dino's remark had brought, holding her waist to support her as his eyes roamed her face for any sign of lingering fatigue. "You sure you're alright?"

Cyana nodded, grateful for the warmth radiating from his body. "Yeah. Sorry."

He shook his head. "No more apologizing. Just join Hoshi, Seungkwan, Myungho and I for dinner later today, okay? We're going to check out this new restaurant Hoshi found online."

"Okay."

From the other side of the room, Seungcheol clapped for everyone's attention. "Okay! We're resuming practice!" He looked at Cyana. "You're going home." He pointed at her. "Don't argue with me."

"What?" She protested. She was feeling fine. "I'm fine!" She insisted.

Her remark was met by a roomful of protests, even Woozi and Wonwoo joined in as everyone told her to get the fuck home.

"No really!" She protested again once the noise died down. "Please, Coups-oppa. I won't push myself too hard, promise."

She watched him think it over. She could practically see it as he fought himself. "Fine." He finally relented. "But-"

She paused her celebration.

"You're sitting out for practice. You can watch and take notes, but no dancing."

She sighed, but she knew it was the best she was getting out of him. "Fine."

As she sat on the couch, notebook in hand as she took notes on the performance, she couldn't help but glance towards their leader. He was working hard, giving 120% like he did with everything he put his mind to. She felt a glow of gratitude towards him. For a second, she allowed herself to believe that perhaps she did belong here, with these people. And perhaps him and Jeonghan were right - those people had just been mean and she was already good the way she was.

author's note: wahhhh thank you so much for reading! this one was quite a ride - writing about scoups as the leader always sends tears to my eyes, we truly don't deserve him. next fic is cyana's debut fic (finally!)

[fluffylino]

hyunjin uses your mouth!!!

(i wrote this cuz i saw this edit and now i will literally do anything to get on my knees and give him the best head-)

-contains mature themes

"yeah, you just love my cock don't you" hyunjin grunted out. watching as you took his length into your mouth. hands pumping his base.

"i could fill any of your holes and you'd be more than happy"

"my cock makes you dumb, doesn't it?"

you moaned, gagging as he bucked his hips upwards. he hadn't even got out of his performance clothes. pushing you down onto your knees to suck him off.

high on adrenaline. that kind of ego boost that hits different. because he's just so full of himself.

he knows he's hot.

he's sexy.

you kissed his tip, sticking your tongue out to tease him. laying kitten like licks on his weeping head.

"how about a challenge, my dumb baby" your eyes widened as you made sure to pay full attention to him. if not you'd probably end up punished.

"make daddy cum with just your mouth"

but that is what you were doing. you raised your hand to stroke him. jumping when he swatted your hand away.

"no hands. only that pretty mouth of yours"

an invisible rope binding your wrists together behind your back. you inched closer, his length standing tall and proud as you eyed it.

thinking of all the ways you could bring him to his climax.

you stood up on your knees. mouthing at him. he cursed under his breath. fingers tangled in your hair.

"keep going"

and so you did. practically choking on his dick as he pushed your head down. it was frustrating. you wanted to use your hands. and your jaw ached.

"f-fuck my mouth, daddy" you garbled out, letting your jaw fall slack.

there was a moment of hesitation until he thrusted up into your mouth. your throat spasming around him as your gag reflex hit.

"such a fucking needy whore"

your tongue hanging out as he used your mouth. fucking it like it was your cunt. your spit dripping out, making him wetter. the slide becoming easier.

you cringed at the how filthy it sounded. your choked out cries and gagging. his loud moans.

the squelching. the mess on your face and his pants.

"you'll take my cum like the slut that you are, won't you" he panted out, opening his eyes to focus on you.

you nodded. desperate to taste him. to have his cum in you.

"w-want it, p-please daddy"

"I know baby. don't waste a single drop or else" hyunjin muttered, using your mouth as a fleshlight. not caring if he was getting noisier.

you moaned out at the taste. the feeling of his warm cum filling up your mouth. threatening to spill out as he lazily thrusted.

and when he did pull out, you made sure to swallow. proudly keeping your mouth open for him to see.

.

.

he is best boy.

[ditzydoe444]

hear me out: jason and teddy bear!reader. can barely describe it so do with this what you will but just imagine the smut potential both fluffy and rough

MDNI 18+

jason todd x teddybear! reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ fingering, brief mention of somnophilia

slowly lazy days with jason was probably your ideal way to spend time with him, you snuggled up in his thick jumper that barely covered your ass as you tugged on the thick sleeve. the two of you would cuddle on your bed, you on jason’s lap as he gently traced the outline of your pussy through your panties, your arousal making every bit visible. “sweet girl you’re all soaked,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, giving you wet and sloppy kisses. “let me take care of that alright?”

you nodded, your eyes droopy as you melted into him, his, “relax, ‘ve got you.” there was something about you that made you tired constantly, and needing to cuddle with jason basically every single day. his thick fingers entered your cunt, the immediate touch making you mewl, arching on him. “i know, i know, feels good yeah?” he cooed as your eyes shut, small whines leaving your mouth as you soaked his fingers. “this little cunt loves me,” his tone soft as his thumb rubbed your clit. you and jason preferred to have passionate and slow sex, but it was completely filthy. though jason had a thing for fucking you when you were sleepy, watching the way you smiled at him lazily whilst he gave you pleasure that no one else could boosted his ego.

slowly his fingers were in your cunt, knuckles deep as his space was slow but hitting every single sweet spot you had. “mm, jay it feels good,” you moaned as your head tilts, leaning on his chest as he gave you sloppy wet kisses on your neck. “yeah sweetheart? that feels good hm?” watching as you soaked his fingers, his knuckles glistening. “you’re gonna let me fuck you like my little fleshlight? let me use that pretty little hole of yours whilst you are asleep?”

you were jason’s toy, his to fuck and fill.

jason loved how sleepy you always were whenever he fucked you, whether it was with his fingers, tongue or cock you seemed to get knocked out instantly. jason chuckled lowly as he watched your eyes go slightly hazy, “aww getting tired already?” he cooed as he gently brushed your hair out of your face. “this isn’t even the start sweetheart,” he watched as you smile sleepily. “don’t stop jay, feels so good,” you whined buckling your hips against his fingers trying to get some movement, making the older man chuckle. “alright, alright, let me give this little pussy the attention she deserves yeah?”

[so0thsayer]

random lost boys HCs !!! (x gn!reader)

I have to get these out of my system. They have been marinating for far too long man omg. Also, this is also my first post so................ lets pray i did this right🙏🙏 also i didnt really proof read lol

let me know if you wanna see more stuff like this :3

WARNINGS: mentions of scars, drugs, biting, scratching. slightly suggestive (nothing too crazy)

𖦹 loves to leave marks and love bites anywhere he can sink his teeth. His favourite places to mark would probably be the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades and the inside of your thighs. He understands the importance of the marks not being visible to the public - so he likes to sink his fangs in places that most people cant see. BUT- he'd def leave hickeys in very obvious spots.

David:

𖦹 I'd kill for you.

𖦹 Wants everyone to know you're his. Not afraid to get handsy in public if you let him.

𖦹 enjoys a good book every now and then, but only when your head is on his lap.

𖦹 typa guy to guide you around with his hand on the small of your back, or his arm around your waist/ shoulders 24/7.

𖦹 Your seat in the cave is right next to his

𖦹 Not scared to show affection in public. He has no shame.

Paul:

𖦹 He’s very touchy, but times that by 1000 when he gets his lips wrapped around that stick of holy grass (yes i am a paul does drugs sometimes believer). He would want to feel the heat of your skin, even scratching at you sometimes just to have a piece of you under his nails.

𖦹 CONSTANT flirting

𖦹 Has a collection of stolen goods. Even stuff that he would never use. If you show an interest in a trinket he has stolen, he'll give it to you whether you want it or not.

𖦹 music buff. loves sharing his takes on popular songs and artists. He likes to bring you to the boardwalk stage to listen to some live music, usually sitting on the outer skirts of the crowd.

𖦹 has a bunch of stupid pet/nicknames for you. (dollface, sugar, sweetness, etc.)

𖦹 This man's love language is playful teasing, dont try to tell me otherwise !!! Not even in a mean way- just always striving to make you laugh in his own way.

Marko:

𖦹 hovers over you a lot. Always getting up and going places with you without a question, even if you dont ask him to come. He just really enjoys your company, never shy of interesting conversations.

𖦹 the best at cooking out of the four of them, often taking over the cook pot to make your favourite meals.

"You got something there" He points at your shirt.

As you look down, he flicks your nose.

"Gotcha." He chuckles.

𖦹 he'd bark at someone if they tried to get with you LMAO

𖦹 one of his favourite ways to pass the time with you is hitting the up the boardwalk clothes stores. He loves picking out new clothes for you, letting you know how good you look in them. "Damn, babe."

𖦹 having you over his shoulder gives him a constant ego boost.

𖦹 definitely love marks, scars etc. idk, he just seems like the kinda guy who would. He loves the way they feel under his fingers as he caresses his lover’s skin. He reads the stories they tell like brail. And for stretch marks, he loves the way they glisten in the light as they fade, and he loves the way they make an indent, rather than a bump for once. Perhaps he'd also like leaving a few marks of his own, like a bite mark or two, but he also doesn’t want to hurt you at the same time.

Dwayne:

𖦹 I'd die for you.

𖦹 cuddling with this man would be incredible.

𖦹 loves it when you play with his beautiful hair :3 (has a hard time asking for you to tho- he feels a great warmth when you do it without him asking). honestly just loves being touched by you in general

𖦹 he isn’t so much a go out of his way to smother you kinda guy, but he will gladly hug you tightly if you hug him. His favourite ways to touch you are to wrap his arm around his waist, putting his arm over your shoulder while you’re sitting with each other and stroking your hair and skin while you lay your head on his lap. He just loves to feel your warmth on his cold finger tips.

𖦹 100000000x more affectionate in private dude

𖦹 the moment you ask him for something he’s on it. “Hey, could you get me-“ and he’s already handing it to you. He loves helping you in every way possible.

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Masterlist

hope you enjoyed my first post !! :3

I know it's kinda short but I couldnt really find anything else to add😭 i am stressed

[shan-yee]

𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 ?

๏𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

๏𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 = Cheating.

๏𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 = 542

๏𝙰/𝙽 = English is not my first language, please let me know if you see any mistakes ! Enjoy ✨

——— 𝐒 𝗨 𝗠 𝗠 𝗔 𝗥 𝗬 • • •

𝐈 :: 𝗝𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻

𝐈𝐈 :: 𝗗𝗶𝗰𝗸

𝐈𝐈𝐈 :: 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗮𝗻

𝐈𝐕 :: 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲

« ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ »

╰─► 𝐈 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗝𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 [𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨]

⇰ To cheat on your partner you must already have a partner and love is a very taboo subject for Jason Todd, he does not trust and is grumpy with everyone which is not very sexy.

⇰ So let's imagine that this guy gets into a relationship, it's out of the question for him to ruin that. Even if he shows it in his own way, he'll care a lot about his partner and absolutely nothing will make him succumb.

⇰ If unfortunately, his partner cheated on him he wouldn't do anything to her, but I wouldn't want to be the man or woman who receives Red Hood's wrath.

⇰ Honestly I think that Jason could forgive, he would be extremely angry and will have lost some trust in his partner but a part of him will want to keep her close to him.

⇰ It is clear that something will be broken but he will be willing to let it go, little by little.

╰─► 𝐈𝐈 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗗𝗶𝗰𝗸 [𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨]

⇰ Did y’all forget the Barbara and Dick wedding thing ? So let's assume he's cheating.

⇰ Dick is a ladies' man, it’s clear that he can fall in love but his desire to please and seduce women is much stronger.

⇰ He will hate to hurt his partner but will surely not regret his deviation and will keep silent forever if the reader does not find out.

⇰ He is the type to half-assume his infidelity but he will never reject the fault on his girlfriend and will try to make amends as best he can.

⇰ If she decides to keep him he will try to hold back as best he can and if she breaks up he won’t try to make her change her mind and will respect her decision.

╰─► 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗮𝗻 [𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤]

⇰ Damian is the type to get into a relationship with the aim of marrying his girlfriend, his partner can't be just anyone and after choosing the rare gem there is no question of letting her go.

⇰ He will never look at any other woman than the reader and expect the same thing from her, painful will be the fate of the woman who dares to deceive him.

⇰ Before being in a relationship Damian will probably have a few crushes here and there but never anything serious.

⇰ Let's imagine that for some reason he has to make a marriage of convenience, even in this situation, he will not cheat on his wife.

╰─► 𝐈𝐕 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 [𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚]

⇰ Just like Dick I see Bruce as a ladies' man who likes to please, however the situation is slightly more complicated with him.

⇰ Normally he is not the type to cheat, it’s rare that he decides to get into a real relationship and even more so to make it official.

⇰ So I think he might cheat during a gala or a similar evening after drinking too much, but on the other hand, he probably won't go further than a few kisses and caresses before realizing his stupidity.

⇰ He will try to hide it at first then feeling slightly guilty he will decide to confess everything to his partner, he will not blame the alcohol and will fully accept his mistake.

⇰ Bruce will respect his partner's choice and will completely understand if she decides to leave him even though his ego takes a hit.

[namjooningera]

Hi, first timer here. May I humbly request for a drabble with Yandere Nanami wherein his darling gets sick and tries to avoid Nanami, but fails and gets coddled in return

You absolutely may!

Yandere JJK react to you being sick

Characters: Nanami, gojo, geto, Toji

Tw: sickness, forced physical touch, poisoning (?) 👀

AN: I decided to go with all the characters cuz I actually like this prompt! However nanamis will be longer since you asked for him specifically :D btw y’all I’m thinking of adding Choso! Tell me what y’all think ;)

Nanami:

You cough and shake, body trembling. Nanami’s at work, you know that because he isn’t on his side of bed. His watch and phone have been picked off the nightstand, the windows were sealed shut again, and the clock on the night stand buzzed with the numbers

11:23 am.

It’s late. Well, sort of. It’s the late where you don’t usually wake up. Sure you don’t wake up as early as Nanami does, but you at least wake up before the afternoon.

Before, you’d wake up as early as possible, well, when you had a life, that is.

But your sniffling, your nose is clogged and your body aches. Your throat, restricted. You can barely swallow down that dry saliva because dammit your throat aches. You need some water to smooth your sore throat, but you find the glass at the night stand completely empty.

You slowly crawl out of bed, on all fours, body weak and mind empty. You’re tired, you feel dirty, and you feel like you could pass out.

You basically limp to the kitchen with your glass in your hand, at any point knowing you could drop it. It’s just so heavy in your weak hand, and it fucking slips.

It slips onto the floor and shatters. You sigh, staring at the broken glass on the floor. No worries! Right? You’ll pick up a broom and clean it up later.

That’s a future you problem

Amongst all the other problems you have. You get another glass from the cabinet, filling up your cup and downing the water. It hurts so bad, like a shards going down your throat but the slight relief it gives, helps.

But you can’t stand for long, your bottom hitting the kitchen counter, hands grabbing the edges for support. You stumble into it, trying to move, but your eyes get blurry.

Your body is weaker, your vision is weak, eyes droopy and legs starting to give out.

It’s fine- you’re fine. Is what you tell yourself. You can’t let Nanami know about this. He’ll take care of you- then his ego will boost ten fold. He’ll probably get more clingy and desperate, protective. He won’t let you go for a second then after your no longer sick, he’ll think he has some control over you know. That you owe him. That’s what you think anyway. Not that he actually cares about you (oh he certainly does), but you’d like to keep it in your head that he’s being fake, that he’s a bad man. Because you know as soon as you realize his actions are purely out of love, that he loves you, perhaps you’ll actually start to gain empathy for him. Feel emotions.. you shouldn’t.

He was your favorite coworker, best friend. You grew up with him, or at least from high school. He’s taken care of you before, but now you just don’t trust it.

Your back, starts to slide down the kitchen counter, and you hazily sit against the kitchen cabinet. You look at the time.

“11:46 am”

Ok great, he won’t be back until 7 right? That’s how it normally is if he has some out of city mission.

But your eyes get droopy, your dizzy, your vision is blurred, mouth dry and oh-

Your head is heavy and falls over onto the floor. You’re on your side, shivering. It’s hot but your also shivering, you can’t tell if your freezing or if your heating up. Your mind starts to shut down and so does your body- the sweat that drools down your forhead, the body heat that illuminates your skin.

You lay unconscious on the kitchen floor.

Nanami’s excited.

He’s able to come home early today. Around 3pm? He was so glad. It turns out this out of city mission was actually a lot simpler then told- or maybe it was gojo beating them before he could even arrive. Turns out gojo finished them off quick so he could have a chance to eat out in another city with Nanami. Nanami rolls his eyes at the thought. Luckily he was able to escape after a while of entertaining Gojo Satoru for that long. He could come home early to his darling and he was excited.

Excited to spend the mid-day with you too. He opened the door excitedly, a sliver of a smile adoring his face as he opened the door, bakery sweets in hand (he had to buy some to cope with Satorus constant crude comments).

“Sweetheart! I’m home!”

He says cheerfully, but his smile drops just a tad when you don’t come to the door to greet him. He just shrugs anyway, going off to the room to find you and tell you about his insufferable day, but feed you sweets and tell you, you make it all better.

But as he passes the kitchen, he immediately stops, his head is thrown in your direction and he sees you. On the floor.

You’re on the floor. Why are you on the floor? Why’s there broken glass? Did you hurt yourself? Purposely? On accident? He runs over, his feet sliding over the glass, he winces but ignored it, dropping on his knees, looking at your sweaty cold body. He was confused at the glass, his aching feet, your cold but heated body passed out on the floor.

“D-dear? My love?” He whispered. His voice lingered with panic, major panic actually, he was terrified.

“Dear please!” He raised his voice for the first time ever, breaking one of his own rules he had for himself.

Your ears are ringing, but your eyes finally start top open and you look up at him.

“N-Nanami..” even though your angry at him, furious, you look up at him, and you know the fear in his eyes are genuine.

And you see your best friend.

Your high school best friend. The sweet man from high school. Patient, kind, caring, quiet, your lovely best friend. The one that you.. had more then just friendly feelings for. I mean how could you not? He was so sweet and perfect. Always spoiling you, taking care of you, making sure you ate and we’re always well kept. He made you laugh too, unintentionally most of the time but still hilariously. And oh was he handsome. He’s always been, and it always made you wonder why he never dated. Never say anyone or had something as simple as a crush. You always thought it was probably because he was too busy, the jujutsu sorcerer life isn’t easy, it’s time consuming and utterly dangerous, no fit for a relationship.

You look up at Nanami. He’s your best friend. A year rolls down your eye, dropping to the floor.

“Sweetheart? Don’t cry? My love, what happened?” His voice was shaking, he was scared.

You haven’t seen him like this before.

Hah, no that’s a lie. You have. And it was.. quite.. violent.

And right before you got kidnapped.

You get it now.

He did do this, kidnapped you and all, for your own safety. To make sure he’d always have you his palms, his hands, so that you’d never break.

But look at you. Even now. Even though your in the safety of his home, his surveillance, your still ill and wounded.

Your shaky breaths leave your mouth and your lidded eyes look up at him. He swallows hard. He considers taking you to the hospital- but no. They’d take you away from him. But he’d also rather have you completely safe and hurt free. If letting you’d go meant you’d be better, then so be it.

But his hands shook as he went to touch you. He didn’t want you to leave. Once he lets you go you’ll be gone forever.

His hand caressed your cheek, a tear bubbling in his eyes, and that’s when you know. When you know what’s in his mind, what he’s thinking.

“I-I’m fine..” Your voice incredibly shaky and desperate.

Just get away. You think. Leave me alone. Fuck. You want him gone, you want this asshole- the idiot who betrayed you- who kidnapped you who hurt you- you want him gone and off your back.

“You’re not fine. Your not! Sweetheart I- what happened?”

“C-could be uh-“ you cough, “food poisoning?” Perhaps, but you’re unsure. You’re both unsure.

He picks you up. His arms shaking and feet stinging from the small shards of glass that stick up his heels. He carries you to your room, placing you softly on the bed with a shaky exhale leaving his lips.

His face is pale and sweaty, he looks more sick then you.

“I’ll call you an ambulance okay?” Shaky tears leave his eyes. He holds your hand tightly, towering over your spread body.

“W-wha?”

He sighs, a sad smile on his lips.

“I-if that’s what I have to do.. to.. stop this.”

You think. You could get away, have that chance. But you also think it isn’t worth it.

Looking up at your best friend, the tears leaving his eyes, that soft smile he’s looked at you with before. Fuck. You know there’s something deeper to this, he didn’t do all of this on purpose. His obsession, obsession with protecting you and shadowing you and god just his constant paranoia and possessiveness until he kidnapped you- it had to be at a fault not from him right?

And looking up at the man you called your alley, your best friend, your crush. You had to save him. Maybe then, once you do, you two could be normal again? You could learn to forgive him, he’d let you go, and heal. And once he healed.. perhaps you two could be something more? More than a forced relationship.

Your hand tightens over his. Barely, but he feels it.

“S-stay.”

His eyes widened and he looks down at you. “Honey? What?”

“D-don’t wanna go Kay? Can take care of m’self.”

He grumbled at that. “Absolutely not. Your body is heated to hell and your shivering. You look terrible.”

You huff. “Rude.”

“Dear please let me take you to a hospital? Or to get checked out at least, please?” He’s so desperate, it’d be sweet if it wasn’t for the situation you were in, with a lovesick yandere. But you knew he wouldn’t let you go until someone could heal and take care of you. You sighed to yourself.

“Just go buy some medicine? Will be fine…” you mumbled.

“Do you have to be so thick headed? I know you’re in pain. At least let me take care of you.”

“Just leave me alone!”

Your scream threw him back, stepping back from you. “I…I understand.”

He left the room, his eyebrows bunched up and his mouth in a scowl. You felt disgusting, but hoped some nap could help. A nap that would wake you up from this horrid shit, perhaps this was all a dream.

Alas, you wake up. And it’s not a dream. And you feel even worse, actually. Your throat is completely closed, you can’t speak for fucks sake, your entire body is covered in a thick inch of sweat and you feel sticky. Your clothes are too tight and your hair feels wet, sticking onto your forehead. Your stomach is empty but still feels twisted, and god your body is so weak. So weak you can’t get up, so weak you don’t think you can even move your hand to grab the glass of water on your nightstand.

Everything hurts. You can’t avoid Nanami now, you need him.

“N-Nanam…” your realize your voice is basically gone to dust, you can’t speak and you can’t call out for him, and that’s when the panic starts to set in.

What if he left the house and won’t be back until late night? What if he doesn’t come check on you? What if he’s so upset for you avoiding him and pushing him away so he doesn’t help you?

But as your thinking all these thoughts, the door slowly starts to crack open, you see some blonde hair peeking out and an eye.

“Nan…nana..mi..” his eyes widens and he ran over to you.

“You need me?”

It’s like he was waiting out there for you to call him, right outside the door until you wake up and asked for him. You push that thought to the back of your head.

“Sweetheart- your burning up even worse then before. Please, please let me take care of you at least. I’m begging you, my love.”

You grumbled, looking up at him from your pillow. The soft expensive fucking sheets that nobody should be allowed to buy, clutched and balled up in your sweaty hands.

“F-fine.” You mumbled.

He smiled, but not one out of happiness but out of relief. “I’ll be the best care taker you’ve ever seen, my love. You’ll be better in no time.”

Gojo-

Satoru is possible the worst man you could be sick around. He gets fucking clingy and won’t leave you alone for a second. Treating you like some newborn baby who needs the utmost care at every waking moment.

That’s why, when you feel a oh so familiar cough rise in your throat, a chill in your spine and a just lovely heat illuminating from your forehead, you don’t tell him.

You pretend like it’s not even there. You think it’ll pass anyway. It’s probably some cold, some small bug that you’ll get over in a few days.

But it’s not that easy, especially when the medicine cabinet is locked and Satoru barely leaves you alone.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Your try to play off the fast you just chocked on your own disgusting heavy cough, as if you weren’t just about to puke from how gross and vile that cough felt.

You cleared your throat and continued to watch the TV. Satoru put on some lame show and you decided you had nothing better to do, so you plopped down on the sofa to watch, too. Well, plopped down on the entire other side of the sofa.

It’s funny though, he thinks you don’t see the way he slowly scoots over closer to you every second. It’s pathetic, really. But if you didn’t hate him so much you’d actually find it kind of endearing.

“Hey, uhh. You have any pain killers? Or just.. medicine.”

He looks at you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Just.. have a headache. You know..”

He raises his eyebrow at you but nods. “Follow me..”

He leads you out of the living and to the kitchen. Where he unlocks a cabinet with a key that he pulled out of who knows where.

He grabs some pain killers for your so called “headache” and while he’s taking a pill out, you sneak behind him and try to grab some cold cough medicine.

And obviously, you get caught immediately because who wouldn’t.

“I knew it! You are sick!”

“No! I just uhh..”

“You just uhh.” he mocks you. “You’re sick- I can see it all over your face. Can’t fool me.” He snickers, grabbing the cold couch medicine, and you, by the arm, and drags you to the living room where he forces you to situate yourself on the sofa while he stands.

“How long have you been sick?”

You shrug.

He scoffs. “Fine. You know what? Your not getting these,” he waves around the cough medicine, “until I get a hug. A hug for every pill you want.” He huffs and strikes his chin upwards, acting all mad and pouty.

“What? Your kidding. Satoru this isn’t funny.”

“It’s really not.” He answers.

“Fine. I’ll cough all over you and get you sick too.”

He huffed and bonked your head a few times. “Hey! You want the cough medicine or not? Don’t you wanna get better?” He teased with a very annoying smile on his face.

But your desperate, and you can feel your throat start to clog and a cough starting to gear up, you know what you have to.

“-ugh fine!”

….

It’s a few hours later.

Satoru was fucking elated. Floating on cloud nine, while you, were stuck in his arms. He had been clinging onto for who knows how long. As soon as you gave in and gave him those hugs, he wouldn’t let go.

Yes, he gave you those pills, yes you feel relieved and less sick, but god was it really worth it? Worth your dignity and sanity?

“One more episode pleaseeeee.” He whined, knowing damn well that he could just force you to watch with him anyway, but it was as if he wanted that reassurance that you wanted to watch with him too.

Which you didn’t.

“No satoru. I’m sleepy, okay? I’m tired.”

He mumbled something incoherent and grumbled, but then a smile appeared on his face.

“Oh no problem! Let’s just go to bed then!”

You didn’t realize what he meant until he grabbed you off the couch, carrying you off into your room giddily and jumped into bed with you.

He cuddled up to your side and sniffed into your neck, inhaling your scent and almost rubbing himself into your nape.

“S-satoru move..”

He chuckled and just squeezed closer to you. “But you’re sick sweetie.” He said with a faux pout, the kind where you know he was taunting you. “I need to be with you at all times to check your temperature and make sure my girl doesn’t get worse~”

Geto-

Suguru geto is a weird man.

He goes off everyday to his cult, his huge estate that wraps around his cult.

You don’t know it all started, what lead him to kill the leader and take over. No, you do know. You just wish you knew why. You wish you could’ve stopped him before his corruption. But alas, here you are.

But this time, Suguru is upset with you. Before he left to “work”, you had called him names and yelled at him. Told him to get away from you and that you hate him. You don’t know why you suddenly blew up, you’ve been eerily calm these past few days, but your upset. He’s been forcing himself on you, not sexually, but he’s been trapping you two together.

Following you everywhere you went, acting all calm when you got upset as if he wasn’t the problem. At one point he tried to get into the bathroom while you were showering, yes that was the last straw.

In your robe you yelled at him and called him out, and at one point it got out of hand, you started saying things that didn’t even have to do with why you were mad.

He left upset, he didn’t say anything. Just silent as he listened to your screams then left silent, too. And that was the scariest of them all.

But the truth is, you weren’t really upset about the fact he was trying to barge in when you were showering. Sure that would’ve been annoying and outright perverted, but you were mad for a different reason.

The way he almost found out that you were in fact, not showering.

But instead, using the showers loud water noise to cover up the fact that we’re puking.

When you saw the door handle start to turn as you coughed into the toilet, you quickly threw on a robe over your pajamas and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You were angry because he almost caught you. The truth is, you’ve been sick for a while now. You know it’s some stomach bug, you get every now and then but you don’t want Suguru to know.

Because once he knows, it’ll just be another reason to control you. To coddle you and guilt you into staying with him.

But honestly the look on his face before he left- god did it make you feel guilty. You almost bit your inner cheek off seeing that. After all you still had.. unsolved feelings. He’s your best friend for fucks sake- no. He used to be your best friend. Before his corruption.

But you can’t help to think that perhaps- the Suguru you know is still there somewhere. He had to be right? That’s why he still loves and cares for you like he used to. Just now, it’s unwanted and forceful.

He comes home late tonight. You know why but you don’t say anything, you don’t comment on it. You’ve been reading, laying on your bed. Normally suguru comes in, lays on the bed and acts like he’s your husband who came home. Telling to you about his day, and asking about yours, as if he didn’t know.

But today, he doesn’t.

And you’re confused, but you don’t comment on it. And you don’t go to find him either because honestly you could care less.

But the thought lingers in the back of your mind, that uneasy feeling in your chest, heavy. You try to ignore it and read your book. But you can’t, your distracted and you can’t focus .

You decide you need some water, you get up and put your book on your nightstand. But as you walk to the door, about to pull the handle, Suguru comes storming in.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He said angrily, basically threw the door open almost hitting you on the way, grabbing you by your mid arms.

Your confused. He doesn’t have cameras in the bathroom how could he know- oh.

You remember your slip up. The slip up you forgot.

When going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water after puking your guts out in the bathroom, desperately wanting to get that disgusting taste out your mouth and throat.

But then as you made your way to the kitchen for some water, you choke and feel yourself gagging. You throw up into the kitchen sink, coughing your guts out.

You thought that the cameras weren’t in the kitchen- and if so you forgot anyway. To focused on trying not to sob as that disgusting mass left your throat and emptied out your stomach.

“I don’t know what your talking bout Suguru..” you mumbled, trying to act stupid.

Obviously that doesn’t fly with Suguru and he just holds your arms tighter. “I saw you, don’t lie to me. Why didn’t you just tell me?” His voice was angry until it broke at his last words.

“Do you just not trust me anymore?” And god the desperation and sadness in his eyes actually hurt you for a second, the guilt in you starting to bubble up. But you push that aside and shrug your shoulders at him.

He grinds his teeth and pulls you into him. “I’ll earn back your trust, my dear. Or I’ll force it into you.”

Your eyes widen at the last part and you look up at him. He has to be joking, right?

“Excuse me?”

“Your going to bed rest for the rest of the week. I’ll be home the entire time.”

And you realize all your private time away from him has been taken away for the entire damn week, locked in a room, a bedroom, in bed, with Suguru. Fuck. But still, you did feel a twinge of guilt, so even though you heavily didn’t want to stay locked in a room with him, you unhappily agreed, but agreed either way.

Suguru just smiles at you. He doesn’t mean to be harsh, he cares. And he’s smart enough to know what your allergic to and what gets your stomach upset.

It’s just so weird how a curse managed to make it into y’all’s home, undetected by the both of you, and somehow infected you unknowingly.

Oh well.

What you don’t know can’t hurt you right?

Toji-

He’s overprotective and you know that.

That’s why, before you even know your sick, he’s all over you and checking you. He things it’s subtle (spoiler; it’s not) and he coddles you to death.

“I’m gonna take a day off today.” He’s doing it because of you and not one of his stupid excuses. And he says it, while his one arm is around your neck, the other around your belly, trapping to against his chest, your back to him, in bed.

“C-could you let go? I’m over heating..”

He groans and cuddles into you closer. “Few mo’ minutes, doll.” He mumbled into the back of your neck.

“I’m not sick I told you! Get off!”

Except it’s like your extreme refusal that your sick, the refusing his help and refusing him, just ends up in you sick.

You lay on the bed in front of him, while he pulled a chair up to you and spoon fed you soup. You can tell he enjoys it, a sly tug at his lips saying ‘I told you so’, he doesn’t have to say it out loud you just know.

You whine and tell him to go away, you don’t need him to baby you or stay home from work. That you’re perfectly fine taking care of yourself.

“Yeah? You refused me tryna’ help you and ya think you can take care of yourself fine?” He says, basically angry.

You huff and let him push a spoonful of hot soup into your mouth. “

“Why don’t ya just shut your mouth and let me take care of you. So damn bratty.”

You sigh and clutch at your blanket. You have nothing better to do then surrender to his touch because you feel so damn weak.

He slightly smiled at you, seeing you finally quiet down and let him feed you without a fight.

What a smart girl. He thinks.

It’s like you know the antidote is in the soup.

….

So that was crazy guys. Anyways! Should I add choso and Sukuna? I love them sm 😋 (tbh kinda scared to write Sukuna cuz he’s insane)