#pinning from afar or so im told

[ratatatastic]

and may we find each other again just like we did before

[jyoongim]

You have so graciously written multiple of my asks 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you for doing them justice!!! 👁️👅👁️

I’m living for the alastor with cannibal reader!

What about the gang at the hotel sees alastor with a pretty new thing around his arm and she is just !!!!stunning!!! Like dark elegant (yet terrifying) grace. And everyone is like ????how did this old ass radio demon pull someone like you???

But they realize exactly why they fit so perfect when she kills someone (maybe defending the hotel) and just munches down on their corpse crazy style. Turning around, blood on their face, in their teeth with a wide smile like “I helped!!!” And then it clicks that she’s also a cannibal like him.

Everyone is all grossed out by it but Al thinks she has never looked prettier all covered in blood from her kill and meal. He even Wipes her face for her 😗😗😗

IM HAPPY THAT I HAVE DONE SO MANY OF YOUR REQUESTS AND YOU ENJOYED THEM!!!! I hope that i did this one justice.

Truly there was no way.

Their eyes HAD to be deceiving them.

Alastor had left the hotel to go on one of his outings but the gang was just too curious as to where the Overlord was going.

So like the mischievous nosy bunch they were; they followed him.

They followed him to a lovely restaurant and watched in shock as the waiter seated Alastor and the most beautiful demon they had ever seen.

Truly there was no way.

There was no way that ALASTOR was chatting up such a beautiful dame and NOT being creepy.

They watched from afar as Alastor pulled out a small box, presumingly a gift, and give you a genuine smile as you gawked and playfully glared at him before accepting it with a soft smile.

You were stunning!

 You must have died from an earlier time period as you were dressed in very modest attire.

A puffy white blouse tucked into a long black skirt, waist tapered by a corset to show off your curves. 

Your neck and ears wore pearls and your hair was curled and pinned up.

The epitome of grace and elegance. 

How the hell did that old fossil bag you???

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”Oh Alastor! You didn’t have to!” You gasped as he presented a small gift box to you.

The red charmer demon smiled as you opened the box to see he had got you some customized jewelry.

The Radio Demon had been courting you for a while.

Sending you flowers and taking you out on several outings throughout the Pride Ring.

It took you a while to warm up to him, but he did have a way with persuasion Rosie told you he was a great guy and your bestie would never lie. Plus Alastor had been asking her about you

“Oh it was nothing my dear! A beautiful lady should have beautiful things. I thought it would compliment that new dress you got” Ah what a charmer.

As the two of you chatted and enjoyed each other's company, you had an eerie feeling you were being watched.

You shook off the feeling, it wasn’t too off putting as many people often staring as you accompanied the demon.

Besides, no one dared to approach the two of you anyway.

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Alastor had asked you to come to the hotel so he could show you around.

He really only wanted you to meet the Princess, but the whole hotel was in attendance when Alastor opened the door to reveal you.

“No way Freaky Face bagged a broad like this?” Angel commented, causing Nifty giggled while the rest of the gang watched as Alastor showed you around.

All was going well…until there was a loud banging at the door.

rude much?

“Angel we know you’re here!” A voice shouted as the banging got louder.

You turned to see the tall spider start to shake a bit. 

You patted his arm and motioned him to take a seat and reassured him that all will be well.

Vaggie hissed as a window was knocked out.

”Oi come on out! Valentino wants to see you! We don’t mind using force whorebug!”

You felt your eye twitch.

the gang was trying to think of a way to get rid of them.

They were going to tear the hotel apart at this rate.

Charlie protested as you made your way to the lobby double doors and swung them open.

”Why hello gentlemen, is there a reason for such distasteful actions?” You smiled, but it was anything but friendly.

You took a step forward, a dark aura manifested around you as your eyes glows and teeth sharpened.

”Take her out boys! I’m sure the boss man would like a new toy!”

oh poor things.

You launched at the unexpected demon, sharp teeth at his neck and with a quick yank, his head was gone.

You heard horrified gasps as you moved to dispatch each disgusting creature.

”Ooh my dear you shouldn’t have” you heard Alastor say.

The gang had poked their heads out the front door and was shocked. There were dead bodies everywhere on the front lawn, bodies parts littering the ground. 

Angel and Vaggie gagged as they saw you, teeth deep,in a poor demon. You were shaking it like a dog would with a toy, until it flung out of your mouth, leaving your mouth bloody.

”OOH that’s sick so fucking sick!”

You grinned at Alastor, sharp teeth white a pale contrast to the bright blood smeared on your face .

You shyly tucked a strand of loose hair, standing to dust yourself off. “Ooh i do apologize Alastor. They were just being rude and ruining the exterior! Such disgusting things! They didn’t even deserve the grace to be eaten! How dare they try to-”

You were pulled from your murderous ramble by a soft cloth on your face. You blinked, eyes focusing on Alastor’s smiling face.

”Knew you would look good in red” 

You blushed as he wiped the blood from your chin.

”Oh stop it. You know red doesn’t suit me” you playfully hit his chest. He hummed, ignoring your comment as he cleaned your face.

”I think you look ravishing’ he purred as he licked your blood-stained cheek.

You giggled and held up a liver for him to bite.

In the background the gang was flabbergasted.

so that was HOW Alastor bagged a bad bitch?

shes a fucking cannibal…huh who would have knew?

Well you had to be some sort of freaky to be entertaining the Radio Demon.

[xokxzuha]

Xiao - Jealousy ~♡

Cw: F!reader, Degrading, size kink, tit play, rough sex, public sex, creampie, mentions of breeding, overstimulation, (reader is smaller than xiao btw ) No proof read Word count: 910

Xiao couldn't believe what was fucking happening at this moment. Right now he was at the top of Wangshu inn staring at you and Aether from afar. Aether had come to Wangshu inn to ask Xiao for some help with something but apparently he was ‘unavailable’ so Aether decided to get the next best person who could help, and that person was you.

But instead of talking about important things related to the topic that you and Aether were discussing about he instead was flirting with you! “Oh Y/N you’re so cute!” your face then started to heat up “O-oh really Aether?” Xiao then saw the sight of your face getting red and flustered so he decided to go down and eavesdrop on you and Aethers conversation. “Aw c'mon Y/N don't be so shy around me now~” “e-eh sorry Aether” your eyes then look away from Aethers and to your surprise your eyes then meet with Xiaos who was looking at you and Aether getting all flirty with each other. At that moment you then saw Xiaos extremely pissed off face so you decided to flirt back with Aether to see how he would react. “Oh Aether, has anyone ever told you how cute you look?” Before he was about to flirt back with you he then notices a very mad and jealous Xiao glaring at him to death. Aether was pretty sure if he was gonna continue on with his response to you he would be put 6 feet under in no time by Xiao.

“Oh why thank you Y/N but uhhh I just remembered I have to go now bye” Aether then ran off as fast as he could and before you could turn around and walk back to Wangshu inn Xiao was standing right behind you. “Oh Xiao I didn't see you there”. Xiao was taller and bigger than you were so most of the time you had to look up at him just to be able to talk to him. Suddenly Xiao grabs you and picks you up bridal style without saying anything, and takes you back to you guys' shared room in Wangshu inn.

Xiao then suddenly throws you onto the bed then locks the door. “H-HEY WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” Xiao then sighs and then suddenly you are below Xiao with your wrists pinned above your head. “Oh Y/N would you please stop being such a fucking slut for once.. I saw how you talked to Aether, whoring yourself out to him like that..” you gave him a shocked look “H-huh what do you mean Xiao?” “Stop acting like a fucking bitch you know what the fuck im talking about.” he then slaps you across the face. “You know what Y/N since you clearly like to spread your legs for the whole of Teyvat like the slut you are how about I show the whole of Teyvat who you truly belong to” Xiao then strips you and himself completely naked and brings you outside to the balcony so he can fuck you from behind.

“X-Xiao people can see me!” Xiao then grabs your tit from behind earning a moan from you. “Did I say you can fucking speak slut?” you then moan in response and then nod your head.”hm good… Now i want you to scream my fucking name out so the whole of Teyvat knows that you. Are. mine.” Xiao then started playing around with your tits, grabbing them harshly and pinching your nipples. “N-ngh o-oh Xiao please more!~” Xiao's movements then suddenly stop and he goes close to your ear “hm what was that sorry I couldnt hear you- say it louder right now”

“AGH XIAO PLEASE MORE MORE N-NGH~” “mhm good now princess who do you belong to?” “YOU XIAO- YOU I BELONG TO YOU AND ONLY YOU- A-AH~” suddenly you felt Xiao's cock enter your dripping pussy. His rough muscular hands that were much bigger than yours went to your hips while he thrusted harshly into you and holy shit were you enjoying this. He was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed and honestly you could just cum right there and then.

Xiao loves the fact that he is so much bigger than you- why because it makes you look so submissive and breedable. “X-Xiao im close a-ah” you were a moaning and panting mess, your face was bright red and flushed not to mention some people passing were staring at you getting fucked but you couldnt care less of what the thought of you because right now you were getting fucked so fucking good. “Cum on my cock bitch” even though Xiao's words were harsh though you loved that he degraded you and the thing is he knows you love it that's why he does it so often to you! Poor bb is just trying to show that he cares and loves you :(

After you came on his cock his thrusting didn't stop at all instead he increased the speed of each thrust. “A-Ah Xiao - I-I can't-too much” you started to feel overstimulated “it's fine you can handle it”.

A few final thrusts later Xiao finally felt the knot in his stomach about to snap. Xiao finally cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim. “Oh sweetheart you thought I was done with you, this is just the beginning of this..” oh archons you are in for a wild ride!

[enid-rhees]

hi ! i was wondering if you could write something for maggie? maybe helping her take care of hershel when she’s busy leading hilltop🫶 im sorry if this is vague i just love your writing</3

hi anon !! don’t apologize and thank you so much :] !! i hope you enjoy !! i wasn’t sure if you wanted reader and Maggie to be in a relationship or not so i hope this is okay!

warnings: none except there’s like one paragraph that mentions Glenn’s death, other than that there are none!

A/N: hope you all enjoy this new story! if you’d like to request, all info is in pinned :) i have another request i am currently working on so that should be done either late tonight or tomorrow ! (Dead City is tomorrow !!!!)

it was busy today. with Maggie officially leading Hilltop, everyone was hard at work doing everything she asked. the community was great though, it was clear everyone preferred Maggie over Gregory.

she was doing an amazing job. you admired her from afar, watching her talk to everyone with a smile on her face.

you never doubted Maggie and her abilities. this was something that was made for her to do. you knew Hilltop was going to be great as long as she was in charge.

when she spotted you, a smile made its way to her face as she walked towards you, Hershel in her arms.

“hey, pretty.” she greeted. “hey,” you smiled back. “would you be able to take Hershel inside for a bit and keep him company? it’s getting busy out here, and i don’t want him in this heat for much longer.”

you took Hershel out of her arms, “of course. just in your office?” she nodded, “yeah. all his toys are in there.”

before you walked off, she stopped you. “thank you for doing this. really. it’s been really amazing having your help around here.” she told you.

you put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “you’re doing incredible work around here, Maggie. everything is coming into place. i’m happy to help in any way.”

she pressed a kiss to your head before you took off back into the building. you laid a blanket on the ground and set Hershel down on it.

you got down on the floor with him, picking up a little rattle toy. he giggled when you shook it, reaching for it. you smiled at how his face lit up.

he grabbed onto it, shaking it hard. “you like that toy?” you hummed, you received a noise in response. he then reached both his hands out to you again and whined. “oh, i see. you just wanna be held.”

you picked him up and placed him on your lap as he continued to play with the toy. “definitely got that from your mother.” you joked.

he continued to play with the toys surrounding him as you slowly rocked him side to side. after a while, he began to quietly cry.

you coo’d, “ah, i think it’s time for you to eat, little guy.” on Maggie’s desk sat a bottle. you stood up with him in your arms and grabbed the bottle.

as you brought it down he grabbed onto it and started to eat. you slowly walked around the room while he eat, reading the spines of books on shelves as you passed by them.

after a few minutes, you noticed Hershel had gone silent, you looked down, he was still holding the bottle, but he was now fast asleep.

you chuckled, carefully taking the bottle out of his hands to try not to wake him and setting it back down on the desk. he looked so peaceful in your arms.

Hershel had grown to be comfortable with you, ever since you and Maggie started to see each more often and you offering to stay with her in Hilltop. you were the one who took him anytime Maggie needed a small break.

you weren’t regretful of your decision either. leaving Alexandria might’ve been a huge change, but it was better for both Maggie and Hershel. you wanted everything to be close to perfect for them.

after Glenn’s death, you tried everything to be there for Maggie. driving her back and forth between Alexandria and Hilltop for ultrasound scans and just normal checkups, being the first person she would see in the morning asking if she needed anything.

you sat on the couch, closing your eyes as well as Hershel napped on your chest. before you could fully fall asleep, the door opened. Maggie walked in, making you smile.

she aww’d at the sight, moving to sit next to you. “he wore you out?” she asked with a laugh. “not really. the second he fell asleep i started getting tired too. he has like a special power with that.”

Maggie laughed again, admiring the sight of you two. “thank you again for helping out today.” she said softly. “it’s no problem, really. i’ll always be here to help.”

she planted a kiss to your cheek, laying her head on your shoulder. you looked down at her, “y’know if you want, all three of us could totally take a nap upstairs right now.”

she laughed again, “yeah. that sounds nice.”

[crabonfire]

heya! could u do scout (or all the mercs if you can) x gyaru!reader hcs :o? like everyone suspects [merc] to have a badass s/o cuz their also so badass but in reality their all glammed up and lookin like their goin to a beach party 😭 thanks! and if you don’t want to do the req/can’t do it no problem! ^_^

Scout's Gyaru! Partner!!

character: scout (mercs are barely involved)

note: this cute asf I had to do it lol 😭

The other mercs are involved a bit

I made the S/O super cheery and a little aggresive but that's just cause idk I think its funny LOL

Gender ain't specified but they act more femininely!! love me feminine ppl 😚

warnings: none

♡Scout♡

• Ever since Scout started to date you, from the way he described you as "Cool, confident and badass" they expected somebody who actually fit the description.

• The men didn't care about it at first. He'd babble on about you randomly in conversation, and automatically, they'd groan and try to change the topic.

• And from the way he'd always do what you told him when you two called over the phone, they assumed you were somebody stricter than he was.

• So they were a little shocked to find somebody with dashing makeup, long painted acrylics with the most glamorous, pastel colored outfit they've ever seen. Your hair was dyed brightly in certain areas, you carried a purse embedded with pearls and cute pins...you were the OPPOSITE of what they were thinking of.

"Oh! Are you Engineer? Jeremy's told me all about you!"

"...Yes-"

"About Jeremy, have you seen him? He was supposed to come with me to a party but he totally ditched on me and he won't answer my calls. The asshole he is."

"Well-"

"OH! I haven't introduced myself, I'm [S/O]! Sorry, that was really rude of me."

He paused, cracking up an awkward smile.

"I could tell."

"Haha, yeah, anyway, have you seen him? He's such a dick for leaving me like that."

"He's in the training grounds with the others, I'll take you there, sweetheart."

"Aw, you're so nice. Thanks!"

He smirked, walking you over the base. How did you find the base? He doesn't know. Does he want to see Scout get yelled at? Yea.

♡♡♡

• "Jeremy what the hell?! You left me out there alone you dick. So fuckin' rude, and you didn't answer my calls..."

"OW- I TOLD YOU IM SORRY-" He winces, rubbing over the area you hit his head at. "I was busy..."

"Busy with what? Being a little bitch?"

• The mercs who watched from afar snickered, he gave you a frown and you retorted your insult.

"I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it babe."

"Yeah yeah, and I'm sorry for not telling you anything. I was busy, and I left my phone in my room."

"Okayyyy, I won't yell at you anymore. I came to ask if you wanted to go to the beach this week? I got this super cute beach set and like, we could take cute pics together. It'd be sooo fun!"

"Hell yeah, people will see my muscles and stuff."

• You chuckled, "Yeah! Your strong muscles, and we'll both look so cute together."

He smiled at that, then he looked you up and down.

"I never got a good look of you, but damn...you look real cute today." He muttered, "Are these new?" He said as took your hand in his, admiring the colored nails with their cute accessories.

You grinned brightly, "Yeah! I'm so glad you noticed." He felt himself melt, "They're nice. I like the colors."

• He was always so enamored by you. You were so energetic, so confident...you always wore whatever you wanted and did whatever you wanted because you never cared, and best of all you had the cutest fashion sense.

"I like how you did your make up today."

"Your hairs nice. It must've taken a while, yea?"

He started to comment on your outfit, telling you how cute you looked, making you chuckle and blush at his corny remarks. You two went quiet, and honestly, it was a new sight for these mercenaries.

• They'd never seen him so quiet, so enchanted by somebody before. Where he actually stops talking for once, and just looks at you with such love.

They almost don't believe it, Scout...BEING ROMANTIC? ain't no way.

"Wow, He's actually shutting up?" Medic says, "Pinch me, I'm dreaming." Sniper replied, making everybody crack a smile. They kept watching as you leaned down to give him a kiss, pulling back with the softest gaze they've ever seen on anybody.

"HEY! NO ROMANCE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!" Soldier screamed, making them both flinch and turn to their direction. "HEY HEY, WHERES THE PRIVACY AT? Fuckin perverts." He stands up from his bench, walking over with you outside as you chuckle in reply. He sticks his tounge out at them mockingly, as if saying "Your just jealous" before he does.

• Spy rolls his eyes, but there's a slight smile on his face. His son has found somebody good, somebody he can be happy with, even though they weren't somebody he expected. He's happy for him.

♡♡♡

I would've added more merc content for this but I liked how I wrote scout,, he loves ur fashion sense babe omggg

Honestly i miss writing scout, he's a big reason I'm really into tf2 in general haha.

[vesicapiscean]

im gonna try to type out what i can remember about my dream now that im in class and can’t pay attention to lecture

i joined some kind of all girls or girls majority group, like a cult or a school or coven or something. i was going to the classes and learning about the people and what the place was about (same school and neighborhood and house that i’ve always been dreaming of) i can’t remember any of the teachings but i know it was spiritual or occult in some way. i was still myself as i am IRL i was feeling antisocial and not wanting to talk to anyone or do anything. listening to one of the teachings i was hanging out with my friend brenden who was so skinny i felt his spine and i could basically wrap my fingers around it. I think there were like 2 or 3 boys there. the living quarters was all female. i remember i was about to leave the house with a little group of people and i decided to pull out my sketchbook to show people or to have people look at at their leisure. I looked through it and didn’t recognize any of the drawings. i went outside and we were standing by the cars and i suddenly saw a huge flash in the sky. like a meteor or a shooting star, but it started at the bottom of the sky line and moved up quickly, then sideways as it got smaller and then it zipped down and crashed into a commercial area. as it got smaller it looked like a jelly fish or something like that. and it was flashing pink and blue. when it crashed i was able to see it from afar (dream physics) and it looked like the Akira computer visualization but on its side and huge. i was so shocked i was unable to look away but also unable to fully understand what i was looking at.

there was a being with a strange form, like human but not quite because it was taller and seemed too ethereal and hard to comprehend. they came to the group i was standing with and they were emanating bright light and warmth, we were engulfed. we knew they were here to see one of us, it was something from the teachings of the group that we were experiencing first hand. i couldn’t tell right away but i could feel it. they selected one of the girls from the group, and they performed some kind of ritual together. the being produced a weird ball that looked like play doh and peeled “leaves” off of it. first they ate three green leaves, then they ate three yellow leaves. then some hand signals and i think a repeated phrase and then they both disappeared in a shimmery spiral. and we were all so excited and blow away, i think the vibe for all of us was just starstuck almost shocked and traumatized but in a positive way, like what we thought would happen actually happened.

we went back to the dorms and we were all really excited and busy with studying, cleaning, and talking to each other. i know we had to attend a class regarding what we had witnessed but i don’t remember much more past this point. the last thing i remember was a girl coming to my room and wanting to put her laundry in with mine. by this time we were all like sisters. she gestured to my laundry basket and i just said “mhm” and she added her clothes to my basket. i was too distracted looking into a box of needles and safety pins to look up at her, but i telepathically told her i appreciated how little we needed to talk. and then i woke up. i really wish i could have stayed, it reminded me so much of other cultish dreams i’ve had before and i only want to discover more. but alas none of it is real none of it happened and none of it could even possibly happen.

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 25th march 2021

pairing : denki x gn!reader

genre : angst to fluff

themes : established relationship

request : angst to fluff hcs idea! denki hearing his S/O talk about their day and Denki being a little mad about something else that day he explodes his anger to her and he says "will you shut the fuck up? damn im so fucking tired of you". His S/O avoid him the following week even at work. Denki, feeling alone he asked his S/O what he did wrong. And then his S/O, almost crying, tells him what he did. He felt so guilty and bad and was finfing the way how to make it up to the. Thanks :)

note : i’m changing it slightly so they’re still in UA :p

[ denki ]

> you literally don’t argue

> in your 2 years of being together you’ve argued probably only twice and that was about safety it wasn’t out of spite it was out of concern

> obviously no one likes fighting but you both despise not being able to talk to each other as normal

> you’re the couple who do tiktok dances and play stupid pranks on eachother even if it takes hours of denki bribing you

> you have date nights every other day

> so when the bakusquad don’t see you together for a week they get a little concerned

-> scenario

> today had been a particularly tiring day training, everyone was tired but denki seemed to be going hard on himself

> he was mad at himself for not being able to withstand a certain amount of electricity before short circuiting

> since you were also busy training you couldn’t reassure him or make him feel better

> as soon as training ended denki headed to his dorm room laying face in his pillow

> you had arrived a little after him with mina and since he wasn’t playing video games downstairs you figured he’d probably be showering or something

> “hey denks” he just made a grunting noise as you sat on the bed

> “it was kinda fun seeing how far everyone could go with their quirks, oh and at one point i went against mina and her new moves are so cool, i wish i could’ve used that move you helped me make but there weren’t many chances to use it”

> you looked back down at the blonde his head was still in his pillow, you nudged him a little “how was your day love” you laughed a little at hid position

> “oh i think i saw you fighting against kiri you were doing so-”

> “do you ever shut the fuck up, i’m so damn tired of you y/n” he turned over slightly staring at his ceiling

> “what-” you were confused he’d never snapped like that

> “god you’re so annoying” he interjected you scoffed not wanting him to see you upset

> “right, you won’t be saying the same thing when you’re begging for my attention”

> he hadn’t really caught your words, he didn’t even realise what he had said

> when you got back to your room you overthought it a lot how long has he thought that about me, did we just break up

> you knew you were overthinking but that didn’t stop you from crying about it fuck has he really thought that shit about me from the beginning, that he’s tired of me, that i’m annoying

> you avoided him like the plague that night, you didn’t go downstairs much and usually you kept your door unlocked so he can sneak in but you locked it

> it hurt a lot knowing he thought that about you

> you went downstairs to grab a drink kirishima bakugou and sero were sat playing video games

> “hey y/n are you gonna play tonight?” you shook your head and walking over to him to see what theyre playing

> “you okay? you look tired” well i am tiring apparently

> “yeah sorry, just tired” you lied

> “oh in that case you should rest!” you smiled at the redhead nodding at his words

> “oh and y/n kaminari seemed worked up when we sparred earlier is he okay” you winced a little before pretending to have not heard them

> you opened the door of your room and struggled holding your water phone and books

> “hi sunshine” a sleepy voice that usually made your heart race except it made your heart rate speed up for a different reason

> you quickly closed the door and locked it sighing

> “y/n? what happened? is this one of your pranks you’re not getting me back by locking me out”

> the next day you woke up slightly earlier than usual, denki usually woke up late anyway so you took your time

> you walked to your class with bakugou and kirishima and sat in your usual seat

> when denki arrived he was a little confused since you hadn’t stumbled into his room at 6:30am and cuddled him until your alarm went off

> you didn’t have breakfast with him or walk to class with him

> you hadn’t even looked at him this morning and it scared him

> he wanted to talk to you but aizawa walked in making everyone sit in their seats

> for sparring partners you paired with bakugou since your quirks are pretty compatible

> during your sparring session you had pinned his arm behind his back which meant he fell on you since you were both so unbalanced, he had his arms on the ground caging you beneath him

> the electric type stared in jealousy wait is this why they’re acting weird? because they want to leave me for him

> fucking dumbass no just don’t hurt my feelings🌝

> you sat with the dekusquad since you’re friends with all of them

> it wasn’t too weird to others since you and the deku squad are pretty good friends

> you successfully ignored him for another school day but there was still the dorms

> “oi dumbass we’re doing movie night you comin” you smiled at the blondes softness towards his friends “sorry i’ve got uh homework”

> “uh homework?” you glared at him “you know what i mean”

> he rolled his eyes before going back to your friends

> denki watched from afar he wanted to make you smile, he wanted to do that so why weren’t you letting him

> “y/n” you froze a little hearing his voice so pleading but you shook it off and went to your room

> the next couple days were hard you didn’t know where you stood with the boy and you were honestly afraid to find out

> denki had tried to talk to you but everytime he did have the chance he chickened out afraid you’d say you don’t want him anymore and that terrified him so much he couldn’t think about it without tearing up

> it had been about a week since what happened and everyone noticed the atmosphere

> you both looked miserable and you wouldn’t be caught in the same room together

> “oi y/n open up, Now dumbass” you groaned letting the blonde in

> “what the fuck is going on with you and dunce face?!” you sighed

> “i’m not exactly sure” that wasnt a lie, you don’t really know where you stand with him

> “explain”

> “i went to his dorm as normal and he told me i was tiring and annoying and asked if i ever shut up.. it may not seem like much since you say that all the time but it’s the way he said it, he said it with so much hate, just didn’t feel great i guess”

> “just suck it up and talk to him, you don’t know what he’s thinking so find out”

> “and what if he wants to leave me”

> “then fuckin let him if things are meant to work out they will, besides i’m not doing this out of kindness, you’re uh not at your strongest during training so”

> you smiled a little hearing the blondes excuses for caring about his friends

> just as you let bakugou out denki watched and looked at the ground feeling tears in his eyes

> your eyes widened a little as he pushed open the door letting himself in

> “i don’t know what i did but you could’ve broken up with me before dating him you know!”

> you furrowed your eyebrows holding back tears

> “is that some sort of fucking joke denki?, you can’t tell me i’m tiring and annoying asking me if i ever shut up and then accuse me of cheating when that was very clearly your way of telling me to fuck off”

> just as he was about to ask what you meant he remembered what had happened that day, he was so tired and caught up in his own anger that he had forgotten

> “what the fuck, y/n i’m sorry i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to say any of that.. i shouldn’t have accused you of anything or taken it out on you” he let a tear slip out staring at the ground

> you thought about it and scolded yourself for overthinking so much

> “can we be okay y/n.. i love you even if i don’t deserve to”

> you sniffled a little at his words before smiling “do that again and i’ll fucking gut you”

> he jumped towards you with a grin on his face engulfing you in a hug

> “i missed this, i missed you so much baby”

> you nodded into his neck “me too”

A/N : pain only pain, i barely see any denki angst to fluffs so i’m here feeding my people😫

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pls please PLEASE GIVE US A SNIPPET OF SILK FLOWERS IM BEGGING YOU,, IM ON MY KNEES FOR U PLEASE DEAR GOD JUST THIS ONCE PLEASE

I GOTCHU I GOTCHUUUUUUU

[HELP ME CHOOSE A WIP TO FOCUS ON GAHHH]

~

Roses.

It's basic, and he laughs at you for it every single time. Out of all the flowers you could've chosen, you chose roses. If you asked him, he would've told you to choose the lotus flower, or maybe the hippeastrum, or maybe even the canna lily. Regardless, all of them paled against you.

You.

Your arms were stretched out side to side in front of him, with the loose tape measurer hanging loosely from them as he took your measurements. Delicate fingers grazing over delicate skin, he had pins between his lips and different shades of fabrics draped over his shoulder. He walked around to the front of you, measuring your bodice.

"You know, Yuyu, I'm still the same size as when you measured me yesterday," you chuckled.

"Are you? I hope you don't mind that I'm double-checking," he mutters, the pins moving ever so slightly up and down. "This is the most important dress in your life, I want it to be perfect," he brushes his hair back, stepping one foot off the riser to look at you from afar. "Remind me what kind of skirt you wanted, darling."

"Ah, right, the skirt..." you hummed. "You know, Johnny and I have been tossing around ideas, but I'm still not sure," you muttered.

"Not sure?" He walks around the circular riser, his eyes sharp, calculating. "I know for certain you don't want to wear a mermaid one, right?" His lips curl into a satiric smile.

"Do not bring that up!" You gasped. The memory of you tripping over that damned skirt and into a fountain is one you'd never forget. "What... what do you think I should go with?"

"Hm..." he stops in front of you again. "In all my years of making dresses for you... I don't think I've seen you in a ballgown yet."

"Ballgown it is!"

"Ballgown with blue," he mumbles.

"Yes, it was the one request Johnny told me, to have those accents on the dress, and it's so simple, how could I have told him no?"

It was like Johnny was mocking him, no, surely, he was. All the times you'd come in here before, he was certain that those sweet eyes you always looked at him with would one day belong to him and him only. He was sure that one day he wouldn't just be making dresses for you, no, he secretly hoped that one day he'd be removing them too. If only he had held you longer and if only he'd had told you that night that he wanted nothing more than your lips on his... maybe things would have been different.

The lotus flower represented majesty or grace, the hippeastrum represented determination, and the canna lily represented glory. But roses, the flower you'd joyfully pointed out were your favorite so many years ago, and in the shade blue nonetheless.

The way his heart raced now, trying the different blues against the skin of your neck. He was so close. So close to holding you right now.

"That one," you whispered. Shivers ran down his spine and he turned to the mirror behind him, looking at the lapis blue against you. "It'd make beautiful roses, don't you think? I'd love for them to be this color, Yuta." Anything for you, always.

Blue roses.

Did you know that they represented unrequited love?

[sunflowersteves]

𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒈 ❅ 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒇

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: a little eggnog can be the best liquid courage during the holidays. 

author’s note: y’all i love natasha so goddamn much. so much. im so sorry for this being late!! i lost track of time yesterday with schoolwork but here it is! anyway, i hope you all enjoy this one! 

warnings: fluff, drinking, smut!! fingering, oral sex (fem receving) [18+ only]

holiday prompts m.list

You watched Natasha from afar as she sipped on a cocktail, her head rolling back in laughter at something Tony had said to the group around them. Your heartbeat skyrocketed as her eyes began to make their way towards yours, a smile matching your own. 

Yeah, you were in love with her. 

And boy, did it suck. 

Mostly because you were frightened at what she was going to say to you. Your mind had convinced itself that she could never like you back, and you did the only thing you knew best, hide your feelings. 

You ignored the way your stomach did flip flops when you watched her train with Wanda. You ignored the thumping of your heart straight against your chest at the way she glowed when she talked to you. You ignored the heat washing over your form when she’d touch your shoulder as a congratulation for a successful mission.

But another wall had always stopped you from doing what you wanted so badly. You were absolutely terrified. You were so terrified that she’d laugh in your face or she’d find your love repulsive. There was a small part of your brain that told you she would never do such a thing, but your mind had quite the imagination, and the fear of rejection had only fueled it further. 

On normal occasions, you were fairly good at hiding your infatuation with the assassin and was able to avoid her almost completely. However, today was not one of those days that you could easily detach your eyes from her. 

She looked utterly divine in that cranberry dress and deep lipstick that made an imprint on her glass. When she walked into the ballroom, you choked on your eggnog and it got all over the granite on the bar and a little on your dress. 

So, to avoid all interactions, you sat in the corner of Tony’s extravagant holiday party as you nursed your second eggnog of the night. You were hoping to get some kind of courage to get up and talk to Natasha, and you thought alcohol would be the best trick. So far, you did nothing but stand in a corner all night, daydreaming about being in her arms. 

“Just tell her, idiot brain.”

You rolled your eyes at Bucky’s nickname for you but then sighed in sorrow. Tears almost welled up in your eyes at how frustrated you were with yourself. Why couldn’t you just do what you’ve wanted for so long?

“I’m just so scared.”

His eyes softened slightly before clasping a hand on your shoulder in support. He knew that getting the courage wasn’t that simple, but he was getting tired of having to watch his two best friends being trapped in agony from not being with one another. 

“Just tell her, doll. You’re always on edge, and it’s making you miserable.”

You wanted to scream at him that very moment because you knew he was right. You were always teetering towards the edge, making sure that every single flustered glance, shake of your hands, or the thump of your chest was silenced. And at some point, it needed to end.

Your eyes saunter back over to watch Natasha, her hand swirled the stirring straw that sat in her empty drink. She turned towards her friends and said something, prompting a nod from all of them. She then grabbed her belongings and started to walk towards the elevator, most likely retreating to her room. 

Oh, fuck it. 

You were done with this mopey shit. You were done feeling sorry for yourself when she’d go on blind dates. You were done with suppressing every little emotion that she made you feel. You were done. 

You downed the last bit of your eggnog before running across the ballroom, trying to get to the closing elevator doors as fast as possible. 

“Hold the door!”

Natasha’s eyes widened as she saw your hand in the middle of the elevator doors, then making some room for you in the elevator. You immediately turned towards her and opened your mouth, her eyes meeting yours in the process.

You continued to stare into her eyes as waits for whatever you were going to say. God, why can’t you say it? Here she was, right in front of you with the perfect opportunity to say it. There was no one around, no distractions, no interruptions, and yet you still couldn’t say it. 

Your mind scrambled and bashed around in there trying to find the courage. You screamed inwardly to just fucking say it. Your eyes closed involuntarily, hoping that it’ll soften the blow when she rejects you. Oh, just say it for fucks sake—

“I love you.”

Silence. 

Sheer and total silence. 

You could hear the small creak of the elevator as it made its way up to Natasha’s floor. You could hear your heart racing in your ears, loud and thundering. You open your mouth again to come up with any kind of excuse but quickly close it.

But then your eyes snap open wide at the feel of soft lips on yours. After a second of composure, your hands went to cup the apples of her cheeks while her mouth swallowed your surprised gasps. Your hands felt like they were on fire as they touched her supple skin. Her hands then reached down to wrap them around your waist, pulling you in even further. 

The kiss becomes bruising and impassioned, her tongue resting on the base of your lower lip—begging and pleading to be let in. You could feel the heat wash over you as your back hits the elevator walls, allowing her tongue to suck and pull the inside of your mouth.

Keeping you steady, her hands come up to play with the hem of your dress that's bunched up around her stomach. They explored the valleys of your stomach, the pads of her fingers relished in the softness and delicateness of your skin. Your breath hitching as she reached a bit higher, agonizingly close to the soft mounts of your breasts. 

The ding of the elevator was melodic, while your legs wrapped around her waist and her body carried you out of the elevator. Her lips never left yours as she was slightly stumbling around, trying to find her way to her room. Her lips were so soft, so tender. Your mind was clouded with fuzzy dreams and loving sensations as she continued to walk down the deserted hallway.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

You smile into her sweet kisses as her hands fumbled with the doorknob. You feel her gasp when your lips moved from her lips to her neck. She was able to get the door open as you’re biting and kissing her neck. As she shoves the door closed, the wet feel of your tongue makes the eyes roll in the back of her head.

She imagined this so many nights, so many days. She imagined the way your body would feel against hers, the way your mouth would feel against her. God, you looked so perfect at the moment. Your eyelids were hooded as you stared straight into her eyes, and your lips were already swollen.

“Fuck, baby, I have to taste you.”

You let out a small groan at the desperation laced her voice. She then lays you down on her bed, rubbing up and down your voluptuous thighs. She lifts your dress and presses light kisses to your thighs, loving the squeaks that left your pretty mouth. She moaned into your clothed pussy as she got a whiff of your arousal, a wet patch already dripping onto your panties.

You couldn’t believe that this was all happening, and it was all happening so fast. Your heart thudded against your chest as you felt Natasha move your panties aside, immediately taking a dip into your wet pussy. You feel her groan against your lips from just getting a small taste, which made your hips buck forward. 

“Best pussy I’ve ever tasted, fuck—so fuckin’ good.”

You let out a gasp as her tongue goes along your folds, devouring you as if she was starved. Her mouth practically swallows you whole to now waste a single drop of your dripping cunt. Her tongue then moves to your clit, flicking it over and over. She has to move her arms to pin your stomach down; she needs you to be as still as possible. 

Your whole body shudders at the feeling of her tongue slipping between your lips, her tongue lapping and sucking every inch. You tried your best not to move, but with her attacking your throbbing pussy, it was hard. 

“Natasha, please!”

You don’t really know what you’re begging for; you just need more. You need more of her caressing touches on your thighs; you need more of her tongue applying pressure to all the right places. Your pussy clenches at the feeling of her nose brush up against your clit, a loud whimper leaving your mouth in the process.

She leaves your pussy for just a second, admiring your glistening cunt before her, “you’re so pretty, baby. So fucking pretty—”

Your hands clench the sheets as she delved back in, this time circling and rubbing your clit. You gasp as you feel a finger easily inserted and whine as her fingers curl slightly with each thrust. Your cunt clenches around her finger, making her moan in delight.

She adds another one and presses into you harder—your body relishing in the ecstatic pleasure. Her finger curls slightly against the spongy cushion in your cunt, immediately making you shout her name as if it’s the only word you know.

“Natasha, fuck, I-”

“I know, baby, I know. Are you goin’ to let go on my fingers? Are you going to be a good girl for me and drench my tongue?”

It was all too much, the sensations filling that perfect bubble to the brink, and Natasha watches as it crashes against you like waves in a storm. Your legs tremble, and your body convulses as your climax crashes up against you in full force. Natasha is feeding you praises, your pussy gushing all around her fingers, and she opens her mouth to catch every single drop. 

You giggle at the feeling of her licking and nipping all-around your thighs and then sighing at the delicious taste. She then moved right on top of you, your arms slung around her neck.

“I love you too.”

You pressed a couple of kisses to her cheeks and nose, prompting a large smile from her.

“Best holiday party, ever.”

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natasha: @natasha-danvers​ @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​

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[is-nini]

What if…

What if a girl try to mess with you.

Childe x reader

Warning:

Some reader and Childe being yandere stuff below.

"Good morning baby".

A raspy voice comes from beside you, the voice belongs to your boyfriend, Childe. 

"Good morning honeyyy<3".

You smile back and greet back. You both are still in bed, basking in each other's presence and warmth while looking at each other's eyes, the light illuminating Childe's face, even though he just woke up there's no mistake that this man is like a friend of god himself.

You can feel his hand muscles moving around your stomach, reminding you of last night, a night full of pleasure. 

Your face instantly turns red at the thought and Childe notices it, he laughs and kisses your cheek and then your mouth as you whine against his mouth.

"Stop being so cute, i will ravage you here again baby".

He said as he rested his big hand on your ass cheeks. You put your hand against his chest, trying to get him to stop as he laughs at your embarrassment.

"Noo.. i can barely feel my leg, Childe...".

You whine out as he slowly gets up from the bed and pulls you to his chest, picking you up princess style and walking towards the bathroom.

He put you in the empty bathtub as he opened the faucet and let the warm water flow to the bathtub with you inside it. He walked towards a shelf filled with essence, soaps and shampoos.

"Which one do you want to use baby?".

He asked, you look at the shelf and point to your favourite one, he nods and takes them, putting them beside the bathtub.

Childe slid inside the bathtub and pulled you so now you're on top of his lap, he sniffled your neck as you slowly poured the soap in and let it bubble.

"What are we gonna do today??".

You asked while playing with the bubble, putting them on top of each other to make a mountain like shape, Childe watches your childish cute act as he thought about the plans for today.

"Well..  let's go out and get some fresh air, what about that?".

He suggested, you nod your head and lean back to him more, the bath was fun, mainly Childe praising you being a good girl and teasing you at times but mostly he shows love and care for you throughout your relationship.

After the both of you are done, you both went to take different routes to do your necessities. You look into the wardrobe to decide what to wear.

"Does this look good, Childe?".

You asked him, wearing one of your new bought favourite clothes with your favourite colour.

"You look good in anything baby".

Childe said while walking towards you and pulling your waist and peppering your face with kisses.

"Mmhnp! S-stap! Wait!".

You said, laughing and giggling, he kissed your lips one last time and then cupped your cheek.

"You're pretty already baby! Let's go out fast! I wanna show my pretty girlfriend off to everyone".

You laugh alongside him, all the way from your home to the park to get some fresh air. Childe has always been a popular guy he sure does catch a lot of girls attention and you can't deny that, but you know he will stay with you until death comes.

Most girls know how to stop and get the hint to stop flirting with your boyfriend but… unfortunately some don't get the hint and shamelessly try to get between you and your boyfriend.

“Hello childeeeee~”.

A girl said, she's pretty but sadly.. Her act makes her really ugly. She goes beside him and hold his wrist, walking beside him and you, being the sweet girlfriend you are tries to stay sweet to her but as times goes on she's really starting to getting on your nerves, since you are shorter than childe and the girl is taller than you, some people would look at the three of you and said.

“Ahw the big brother is letting the (h/c) hair sister join on their dates”.

Or something that's related to them being a cute couple and how you're just his little sister. It irritates you so much and seeing her rubs herself all over him. Childe’s face is downwards and people doesn't really  get the hint when he is angry or pissed but for you, it's clear as day that he is pissed.

“Baby, would you like to get ice cream?”.

Childe ask, looking at you, pulling your waist towards him, making you closer than...her 

“Sure!”

“Yes!”

You both say at the same time, you look at her, not bothering to hide your hatred that's burning in your eye. Childe glares at her too he slips his hand away from her grip as he holds your hand and starts to walk towards a nearby ice cream truck, pushing his body closer to you.

You smile triumply towards the girl as she growls, her face slowly getting red, she starts to jog and catch up with the both of you. Once the both of you are at the ice cream truck Childe started to order yours and his favorite ice cream and let the girl order her own.

Childe paid the both of your ice cream as the girl looked at him kind of expectantly. The ice cream man looks at the both of you and then looks at her, gazing at Childe expectantly.

“Hahhahahahaha won't pay for your girlfriend kiddo?”.

The man asked, half joking and half serious, Childe glared at the man and the man felt chills running down his spine.

“SHE is NOT my girlfriend. This is MY girlfriend”.

Childe explains, his glare becoming unseen as he forces a smile towards the man. Childe kissed your lips for a while and then led you towards a nearby seat, leaving the girl with the man, not caring for her anymore.

“I can't do this Childe! I want her gone!”.

You whine against hima s he shushes you and kisses you here and there, stroking your head and playing with your hand.

“Its okay baby, calm down, I will find something to do with her okay”.

He said, trying to calm you down but you dont wanna listen, you want her gone. NOW.

From afar you can see that she's walking towards you both, with a sickening smile on her face, this time she sat beside you, surprising you while Childe glared at her, slowly becoming suspicious as to why she sat beside you. All intention was clear once she ‘drops’ her ice cream on your skirt.

“Whoops.. Sorry.. My hand slips”’

She said, smiling and visibly trying to hide her laugh. You growl and stand up as childe stands with you, he opens his sweater that's big enough to cover your skirt. You smile gratefully at him, forgetting about her for a while until she walks beside him again as you eat the ice cream while glaring at her as she walks with the both of you home. 

In order to go to your shared home, you and Childe need to pass an alleyway near a convenient store. You smile at childe and hold his hand, kissing his lips, making you both stop walking.

“Childeeeeee can you buy me a bread pleaseee im hungry”.

Childe is hesitant to leave you alone but he can't say no to your cute little pouty face, also if you're gone, he can always pin the blame on her. Childe always knows where you are, he is not a god but he is experienced with people being lost he always seems to have a tracker for you so whenever you're gone, he is never worried. He can always find you in a matter of minutes or seconds like some sort of magician.

“Okay baby, but stay here and be a good girl okay”.

He stated as you smile and nod, he started to walk towards the store. You looked at her, seeing her making goo goo eyes at YOUR boyfriend is making you sick. You pull her and smile sweetly at her, as she follows you to the alleyway so easily.

“Ewwww why are we here.. This alleyway is disgusting- oh wait this is where you belong right? Near the trash”.

She said as she laugh, too busy laughing she didn't notice that you has already pickles up a block of brick, she then stopped laughing because hearing your lack of respond, she saw you holding a brick, in a stance ready to throw it to her, before she could even shout you throw it as hard as you can, sadly it lands on her cheek so now she's laying on the cold dirty floor, trying to reach out her hand for help.

Childe looks around the place where he told you to wait, seeing you're not there he just smiles and walks towards the alleyway, seeing you standing still and her on the floor, reaching her hand out for help. Childe runs towards you and hold your cheek, kissing your lips.

“You okay baby? You're not hurt are you?”.

He asked, concerts about you more than she does, seeing him your lips curled upward and kiss him back, you nod, not feeling to talk because you just committed a crime, childe laughs and pick you up princess style, not even bothering to relief the girl from her pain, instead choosing to bring you home as she bleeds to death.

“Good girl baby, next time don't do that okay, if you want to kill someone just ask me baby yeah?”.

He asked and tried to explain as if you're a baby, you just nod and kiss him again as you both walk home.

“I love you”.

“I love love love you too baby”.

What if…

A girl try to mess with you.

Childe x reader

"Good morning baby".

A raspy voice comes from beside you, the voice belongs to your boyfriend, Childe. 

"Good morning honeyyy<3".

You smile back and greet back. You both are still in bed, basking in each other's presence and warmth while looking at each other's eyes, the light illuminating Childe's face, even though he just woke up there's no mistake that this man is like a friend of god himself.

You can feel his hand muscles moving around your stomach, reminding you of last night, a night full of pleasure. 

Your face instantly turns red at the thought and Childe notices it, he laughs and kisses your cheek and then your mouth as you whine against his mouth.

"Stop being so cute, i will ravage you here again baby".

He said as he rested his big hand on your ass cheeks. You put your hand against his chest, trying to get him to stop as he laughs at your embarrassment.

"Noo.. i can barely feel my leg, Childe...".

You whine out as he slowly gets up from the bed and pulls you to his chest, picking you up princess style and walking towards the bathroom.

He put you in the empty bathtub as he opened the faucet and let the warm water flow to the bathtub with you inside it. He walked towards a shelf filled with essence, soaps and shampoos.

"Which one do you want to use baby?".

He asked, you look at the shelf and point to your favourite one, he nods and takes them, putting them beside the bathtub.

Childe slid inside the bathtub and pulled you so now you're on top of his lap, he sniffled your neck as you slowly poured the soap in and let it bubble.

"What are we gonna do today??".

You asked while playing with the bubble, putting them on top of each other to make a mountain like shape, Childe watches your childish cute act as he thought about the plans for today.

"Well..  let's go out and get some fresh air, what about that?".

He suggested, you nod your head and lean back to him more, the bath was fun, mainly Childe praising you being a good girl and teasing you at times but mostly he shows love and care for you throughout your relationship.

After the both of you are done, you both went to take different routes to do your necessities. You look into the wardrobe to decide what to wear.

"Does this look good, Childe?".

You asked him, wearing one of your new bought favourite clothes with your favourite colour.

"You look good in anything baby".

Childe said while walking towards you and pulling your waist and peppering your face with kisses.

"Mmhnp! S-stap! Wait!".

You said, laughing and giggling, he kissed your lips one last time and then cupped your cheek.

"You're pretty already baby! Let's go out fast! I wanna show my pretty girlfriend off to everyone".

You laugh alongside him, all the way from your home to the park to get some fresh air. Childe has always been a popular guy he sure does catch a lot of girls attention and you can't deny that, but you know he will stay with you until death comes.

Most girls know how to stop and get the hint to stop flirting with your boyfriend but… unfortunately some don't get the hint and shamelessly try to get between you and your boyfriend.

“Hello childeeeee~”.

A girl said, she's pretty but sadly.. Her act makes her really ugly. She goes beside him and hold his wrist, walking beside him and you, being the sweet girlfriend you are tries to stay sweet to her but as times goes on she's really starting to getting on your nerves, since you are shorter than childe and the girl is taller than you, some people would look at the three of you and said.

“Ahw the big brother is letting the (h/c) hair sister join on their dates”.

Or something that's related to them being a cute couple and how you're just his little sister. It irritates you so much and seeing her rubs herself all over him. Childe’s face is downwards and people doesn't really  get the hint when he is angry or pissed but for you, it's clear as day that he is pissed.

“Baby, would you like to get ice cream?”.

Childe ask, looking at you, pulling your waist towards him, making you closer than...her 

“Sure!”

“Yes!”

You both say at the same time, you look at her, not bothering to hide your hatred that's burning in your eye. Childe glares at her too he slips his hand away from her grip as he holds your hand and starts to walk towards a nearby ice cream truck, pushing his body closer to you.

You smile triumply towards the girl as she growls, her face slowly getting red, she starts to jog and catch up with the both of you. Once the both of you are at the ice cream truck Childe started to order yours and his favorite ice cream and let the girl order her own.

Childe paid the both of your ice cream as the girl looked at him kind of expectantly. The ice cream man looks at the both of you and then looks at her, gazing at Childe expectantly.

“Hahhahahahaha won't pay for your girlfriend kiddo?”.

The man asked, half joking and half serious, Childe glared at the man and the man felt chills running down his spine.

“SHE is NOT my girlfriend. This is MY girlfriend”.

Childe explains, his glare becoming unseen as he forces a smile towards the man. Childe kissed your lips for a while and then led you towards a nearby seat, leaving the girl with the man, not caring for her anymore.

“I can't do this Childe! I want her gone!”.

You whine against hima s he shushes you and kisses you here and there, stroking your head and playing with your hand.

“Its okay baby, calm down, I will find something to do with her okay”.

He said, trying to calm you down but you dont wanna listen, you want her gone. NOW.

From afar you can see that she's walking towards you both, with a sickening smile on her face, this time she sat beside you, surprising you while Childe glared at her, slowly becoming suspicious as to why she sat beside you. All intention was clear once she ‘drops’ her ice cream on your skirt.

“Whoops.. Sorry.. My hand slips”’

She said, smiling and visibly trying to hide her laugh. You growl and stand up as childe stands with you, he opens his sweater that's big enough to cover your skirt. You smile gratefully at him, forgetting about her for a while until she walks beside him again as you eat the ice cream while glaring at her as she walks with the both of you home. 

In order to go to your shared home, you and Childe need to pass an alleyway near a convenient store. You smile at childe and hold his hand, kissing his lips, making you both stop walking.

“Childeeeeee can you buy me a bread pleaseee im hungry”.

Childe is hesitant to leave you alone but he can't say no to your cute little pouty face, also if you're gone, he can always pin the blame on her. Childe always knows where you are, he is not a god but he is experienced with people being lost he always seems to have a tracker for you so whenever you're gone, he is never worried. He can always find you in a matter of minutes or seconds like some sort of magician.

“Okay baby, but stay here and be a good girl okay”.

He stated as you smile and nod, he started to walk towards the store. You looked at her, seeing her making goo goo eyes at YOUR boyfriend is making you sick. You pull her and smile sweetly at her, as she follows you to the alleyway so easily.

“Ewwww why are we here.. This alleyway is disgusting- oh wait this is where you belong right? Near the trash”.

She said as she laugh, too busy laughing she didn't notice that you has already pickles up a block of brick, she then stopped laughing because hearing your lack of respond, she saw you holding a brick, in a stance ready to throw it to her, before she could even shout you throw it as hard as you can, sadly it lands on her cheek so now she's laying on the cold dirty floor, trying to reach out her hand for help.

Childe looks around the place where he told you to wait, seeing you're not there he just smiles and walks towards the alleyway, seeing you standing still and her on the floor, reaching her hand out for help. Childe runs towards you and hold your cheek, kissing your lips.

“You okay baby? You're not hurt are you?”.

He asked, concerts about you more than she does, seeing him your lips curled upward and kiss him back, you nod, not feeling to talk because you just committed a crime, childe laughs and pick you up princess style, not even bothering to relief the girl from her pain, instead choosing to bring you home as she bleeds to death.

“Good girl baby, next time don't do that okay, if you want to kill someone just ask me baby yeah?”.

He asked and tried to explain as if you're a baby, you just nod and kiss him again as you both walk home.

“I love you”.

“I love love love you too baby”.

[megalony]

Met his match

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Murderer! Ben masterlist

Summary: Ben is a hitman tracking his latest target, and he is getting ready to kill them but things get tricky when his conscience gets the better of him. And the situation unravels when soulmates are involved.

Enjoy.

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Reaching his calloused hand into his back pocket, Ben pulled out the phone that was vibrating to show someone was calling. Taking a scan of the phone case, he sighed at seeing it was his personal phone which he couldn't be bothered to answer right now.

He'd been in the game for a two years now and had managed to pick up many tricks of the trade. Rule number one was to have seperate phones so if he got caught, he could give the police his normal phone that was just for friends and family. The innocent phone. All the implicating and cryptic messages were on his work phone so he could keep things separate and in order. His normal phone was white and his work phone was black as a teasing reminder of his life like day and night.

Switching the rather annoying item off, Ben slipped it back into his pocket before turning his attention down to the glass resting on the shining polished wooden surface in front of him.

This was a very different experience for Ben considering that for the past three months he had been in hiding.

Laying low wasn't all it was cracked up to be and Ben hated it. He hated having to disappear underground, to go to dingy, disgusting bars for a drink and to make sure no one would find him. He hated having to scan the bars to make sure they were the kind that didn't have CCTV so he could stretch the truth about how long he was there if an alibi was needed. He hated being around the cringy, loud-mouthed people that bustled about and spilt their drinks on one another.

Ben couldn't abide by the hotels and the small B&B's that he had to go to when he was out of town and needed to go unseen.

Laying low was the part of being a hitman that he despised because in order to keep the job he had so graceously decided to take, he had to cover his tracks and give himself alibi's. He had to make sure his face was never in papers or on websites. He had to make sure only the right kind of people knew who he was so he wasn't known to the posh people or the ones in contact with the police so he wouldn't be caught. He had to make sure the people who knew what he did weren't informants for the police or traitors.

But his job was something he found great pride and achievement with, even though he knew he shouldn't. Killing people wasn't the kind of job that someone should be proud to have and yet Ben was. He had pride that he had been doing this for two years and no one had caught him yet. He was proud that people respected him in the underworld and that people paid a high price for the job that he did. People went to the trouble of finding him to get his help, they risked a lot to find him with the knowledge that he could turn them down.

The thrill that it gave him, the planning that he got to put into it and the risks he took made laying low all that much better.

But to finally be out of his hiding and back in the world of the living was something that he enjoyed immensely. Ben enjoyed being able to come to the bars and restaurants that were more appealing to the eye and soul. To be able to act as if he fit in with the higher society when really, despite how he hated to lay low, that was where he belonged.

The thin black button-up shirt he was wearing was rather itchy around the collar and he had to refrain from scratching his neck every ten seconds but he had to act formal since he was technically at work right now.

Turning his head to the left, Ben locked his bored eyes onto the man he had seen wandering around the restaurant for the past hour. He went around hitting on any girl that walked in and every time he had got rejected which wasn't surprising given that this wasn't the most high class place but it certainly wasn't of low standards. The women here were more refined and didn't take to a drunk man wandering the bar asking them if they wanted to go home with him for a 'night-cap'.

The drunk man seemed to get more riled up and annoyed with every rejection he got until he was starting to get aggressive. If the guy would take each rejection with his chin up then Ben would have said good on him for taking it in his stride but the hitman was getting fed up of the idiot's persistence with anyone in sight.

Hunching his shoulders forward, Ben leaned his head down but let his eyes lean around the idiot a few feet at his side, trying to get a look at the poor victim the man was now pestering.

Ben had to refrain himself from growling in sheer annoyance when he realised that the victim this drunk idiot was pestering was Ben's next target. Rubbing his hand over his face, Ben scratched at the corner of his eye with the pad of his thumb as he tried to stay calm and unnoticed.

It was always a surprise to Ben when he found out that his victims were women because eighty percent of the people he was told to snuff out were usually middle aged business men. With the odd exception of a young inexperienced boy who had taken something he shouldn't or who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. But killing a woman was never hard for Ben, a hit was a hit and it didn't matter who it was as long as the job was done and Ben got paid at the end of it.

The only times he ever refused to do a job was if he himself deemed the hit unnecessary. Maybe there was a young boy who just didn't need to be killed or a woman who was only wanted dead because her rich husband wanted her out of the way.

Other than things like that, Ben usually didn't care the reason even though he always asked. It was part of his invisible policy that Ben was to be given all the details, the reason and half the payment up front before he went through with a hit.

For the past two weeks Ben had followed his victim, got to know her routine and what she did and he knew that tonight was the one opportunity that he had to get the job over and done with.

Tonight was a night where she was most vulnerable because she was alone, away from home and her family and friends thought she would be away for another week so the timeline for her disappearance would be vague at best. Ben had already disabled her phone signal from afar and he had ensured that he wasn't on any security tapes.

All he had to do was find her after she left the restaurant and he could pounce.

Ben knew the reason why he had to kill this girl.

She had smuggled a lot of money from her father's account and placed it into a lot of other accounts ranging from her own to her father's victims who he had complete control over. What she had done was completely legal since she had access to the account and had unsuspectingly gotten her father to sign the documents allowing the transactions. He had lost out and now his daughter was a threat to his rather secretative dodgy dealings.

She was a threat he wanted rid of and the police couldn't do anything, nor could they get rid of her in the sense that her father wanted.

But Ben could.

He applauded his victim's reasons and what she had managed to do but at the end of the day, she was a hit and Ben had taken the job.

Turning his head to the left, Ben glanced his eyes over at his victim as if making sure that she hadn't disappeared without him knowing.

His victim had her rather long hair folded and pinned to her lower head just at the top of her neck but she had two short strands of hair hanging loose framing both sides of her face. And her vibrant eyes were shining for everyone to see. Her head was tilted to the side and the distant look in her eyes made her seem as if she was in a world of her own. She had one arm resting on the circular wooden table and her other hand circled around the half empty glass of red wine in front of her.

She looked as if she fitted in so well here with her baggy button-up shirt tucked into her high-waisted trousers that skimmed over the top of her ankle boots. Her appearance and her smile and the way she held herself made her fit in so well with the upper class people in the restaurant. But there was just something about her that made Ben feel like she was an outcast. Someone desperately trying to fit in when really, she didn't belong anywhere at all.

Just like him.

The pick up line that the drunken man used on Ben's victim washed over Ben's head just like it did the girl's head because she didn't spare him a glance. She seemed to be used to people trying to gain her attention and she seemed very good at choosing who deserved her attention and who didn't.

When the man didn't persist anymore and left in a huff, Ben felt like doing the exact same thing. He had been in this restaurant for two hours now and had had no interaction or conversation with anyone but the bartender who simply kept refilling Ben's glass the moment Ben pointed at it.

As much as Ben enjoyed being at places like this, it did get boring when he had no one to talk to because talking to people could potentially ruin an alibi if he needed one. They could say the exact time he left, who he had been looking at, what exactly he had told them. Ben would never say anything to incriminate himself or make himself seem untrustworthy but interactions were just as harmful as doing the job he did.

As bad as it was that he sat and talked to no one, it was safer.

"Any good?"

The new voice broke Ben out of his consuming thoughts, much to his relief, but when his head turned to his left he felt a spark of adrenaline bursting through his stomach when he saw who it was talking to him.

"The whiskey here, is it any good?" (Y/n) pointed her finger towards the circular glass of whiskey resting in front of Ben that he was holding with a vice grip in his left hand. It was the only thing she could think of to spark up a conversation with the one person here who seemed to feel like an outcast here the same as she did.

It seemed to take him a while to respond, she could see his eyes studying her as if he didn't exactly know what to make of her or how to take her question.

Ben observed the way that (Y/n) leaned her elbows on the counter with one arm outstretched like she was trying to reach behind the bar and grab one of the bottles. Whilst her other hand was resting against her neck like she was trying to prop her head up. Ben couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her, noticing how her hips were pushing against the bottom of the bar counter and her knees were straight like she was trying to make herself look a bit taller than she really was.

"Better than most places I've been to."

Ben didn't usually talk to his victims.

In theory, Ben could tell his victims anything. He could tell them his bank details, his name and address, his age, his national security number. He could tell them anything and everything about him because his victims always ended up in the same place; a grave. And dead men tell no tales.

But this was different, Ben talked to his victims when he was about to force a bullet into their skulls or make their deaths drag out. He didn't normally jave a chat with them before they knew that he was their personal grim reaper about to steal their life and soul. He never talked to his victims like he was trying to make a new acquaintance or even a friend.

Talking to his victims could often make him feel sorry for them or make him regret killing them. Ben didn't need them haunting him in the dead of night disturbing his sleep or making him think over his life choices and his choice of jobs.

"That's enough for me." (Y/n) didn't even get chance to speak when the bartender approached them both before her new acquaintance pointed to his glass before holding up two fingers indicating he wanted two glasses this time. It always fascinated (Y/n) how people like him were willingly in places like this when they clearly didn't want or need social interaction.

It would clearly be a lot easier and cheaper for him to just buy a bottle of whiskey and take it back to wherever he resided. But then again, if he liked to be around people he wouldn't get that if he lived on his own. Some people like to be surrounded but not interacted with, they liked to people-watch but not be watched themselves. (Y/n) didn't know him or why he was here and she wasn't usually one to judge a book by its cover.

"Thank you." (Y/n) generously took the drink placed in front of her, a curious but appreciative look in her eyes to which the stranger nodded in understanding before downing his drink.

It was her last night after all, the least he could do was buy her a drink.

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Breathe.

The one thought rattling through (Y/n)'s mind was telling her to do something that she normally never had to think about. Such an automatic process that happened thousands of times every day was something that (Y/n) was now having to remind herself to do in case she suddenly forgot or held her breathe for so long that she endangered herself even more by fainting.

Breathing was the only thing that (Y/n) was certain of right now, everything else was an illusion that she couldn't see past and it was frightening to say the least.

But even breathing was becoming hard when (Y/n) could feel her lungs pushing uncomfortably against her ribs ten times faster than usual. Her chest was heaving, her body was aching and none of her muscles were back under her control yet.

(Y/n) didn't even know where she was and the more she thought about what had happened, the worse her head started to ache because she didn't understand it. One moment she had been walking down the street aiming to get back to her hotel, the next moment an arm had secured around her waist and a cloth was smothered to her lips. When she awoke, every part of her was aching and she seemed to be laid on a sofa if she had guessed right. Unsure where she was, what was going to happen or why she was even taken in the first place.

She could tell that none of her limbs were tied up, her kidnapper had relied solely on the medication on the cloth that had knocked her out and the blindfold wrapped around her head to stop her from seeing anything if she woke too early. But (Y/n) couldn't move, her body was still asleep even if her mind was now awake meaning getting away was impossible right now.

"I can tell you're awake."

A small maon escaped (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to get her body to come back under her control, but the moment those words registered in her ears she could feel her blood running cold.

She knew that voice.

"W-whiskey." (Y/n)'s voice shook and her head spun as she felt waves of horror creeping up her spine causing her muscles to shiver. It was the man who had bought her a drink at the bar. The man she had spoken very few words to and shared a drink with before heading back to her table. The man who had left the restaurant way before she herself had done.

What on Earth had she done to him to make him want to kidnap her?

"I'm honoured you remember me, love."

(Y/n) could feel the whiskey man getting closer, she could feel the way he cut through the air ever so slowly like he was slowly piercing the atmosphere with a knife. And when she felt him leering over her a whimper escaped her lips that were numb from whatever had been pressed against them earlier to knock her out. He hadn't looked the most harmless man in the bar but he didn't give off the vibes of a kidnapper. (Y/n) didn't know him, she'd never seen him before in her life, what did he want with her?

When his fingers slowly trailed against her cheek and up to her hair (Y/n) wanted to cower back in fear but the most she could do was shift her shoulders a little.

She could feel his hand slowly brushing the loose strand of hair behind her ear before he slowly grabbed the material covering her eyes, pulling it away to reveal her tired eyes that were blinking rapidly to adjust to the dim light. (Y/n) almost jumped when her vision cleared enough for her to realise that the whiskey man was crouched down on his knees in front of her. A serene yet almost intrigued look on his face as he stared at her with his lips turned up at the corners.

(Y/n) tried to move her uncoordinated limbs and managed to press her right hand down on the sofa before pressing the back of her left hand down against the cushion to try and lift herself up. The whiskey man had laid her down on the sofa as if she had just fallen asleep and he had carried her here- wherever here was. He didn't tie her up or lock her somewhere or even dump her somewhere, he had taken time and care with her. And when (Y/n) tried to manoeuvre herself up, he even leaned and placed his arm under hers with his hand resting on her back to guide her up.

Ben didn't miss the way that (Y/n) flinched when he touched her and he didn't exactly know why he had let her live so long.

He brought her to a hotel that he knew had no security in the reception or in the corridors so he couldn't be seen or caught on camera. He had the room already set up and paid for in advance and simply told the man on reception that his wife had gotten drunk and he was carrying her back. The young man believed him, who wouldn't?

But Ben could have killed her by now.

He could have put a bullet in her or even a knife if he wanted to get creative and he could have left through the fire escape without anyone knowing. No one knew she was in this hotel, it wasn't booked in her name so they wouldn't know who she was and Ben had taken her purse and phone. It would be a mystery and he could have given her some peace by killing her whilst she was asleep. It would have been kinder.

But Ben just couldn't do it.

He brought her in here, laid her down, locked the door and closed the curtains. But when he thought about just killing her and leaving, something stopped him. He had spent at least twenty minutes or so just watching her sleep, wondering what was going through her mind and when she was going to wake up and beg him for mercy.

He didn't have a problem with killing her, there just seemed to be something about her that made him want to talk to her and make her beg before he eventually took her life from her.

"What... why am I here? I don't know you..." (Y/n)'s speech was slow and her words were slightly slurred from how delirious her mind seemed to be after being drugged. She didn't know where she was but she didn't even know why she was where she was, let alone why a stranger had taken her.

"No, but I know how you are, love. We're both here on business and very soon, that business will be finished."

(Y/n) couldn't help but whimper, unsure what kind of business this man wanted with her but she had a few grave ideas. But the moment her eyes set on his right hand, she felt like she was going to be sick. He had a gun in his hand with a silencer on the end. If she tried to scream he could shoot her and no one would be any the wiser. If she tried to escape then he could shoot her before she even got off the sofa and by the looks of things, he was going to shoot her regardless of whether she tried to get away or not.

She was dead no matter what she did.

"No... no p-please... why would you kill me?"

A pang of pain struck Ben in his heart as he watched the way her lips couldn't help but pull down at the corners and when the tears fell from her eyes Ben almost felt bad. But this wasn't personal, he didn't have a vendetta against her or hate her or want to hurt her just because he randomly picked her to be his next victim. This was calculated and decided by someone else, Ben was just the paid method to get rid of her. This had nothing to do with him.

"This isn't personal, darlin'. I'm afraid this is what I'm paid to do, your daddy decided it. Don't worry, you won't have to feel anything unless of course, you want to."

He could see it in her eyes. She was desperate to beg him to spare her, to lie to her father and tell him she was dead but secretly let her live. She would disappear, she would go far away if he would spare her life. But it was clear in his eyes that he wasn't going to let that happen. As he said, this wasn't personal, this was clearly a job for him and he seemed like the kind of man that didn't stop until the job was done. The whiskey man didn't care for her and therefore her pleas were going to fall on deaf ears because he wouldn't be fazed by her begs for mercy or he wouldn't have agreed to do this in the first place.

Ben watched in curiosity as (Y/n) moved her hands to rub her arms like she was trying to give herself a comforting hug before she died, knowing it was inevitable.

She wasn't like the rest of his victims, begging, pleading and sobbing loudly or trying to attack him and make their escape. Most of the time Ben killed from afar, he stalked like a predator then suddenly shot them in a dark alley or stabbed them. Some of the worse ones were the ones he dragged out, he tortured them before leaving them to die somewhere. But just recently he started talking to a few victims or letting them wake up like now before he killed them.

But none of his victims seemed to sit and accept their fate like she was. This one was special, she was smart.

Ben let his eyes wander down to the gun in his hands as he slowly stretched up until he was hovering over her, looming like the grim reaper ready to snatch her soul. He checked the bullets left in the gun knowing full well he had five rounds though he only needed one or two at the most if he felt cruel. He then twisted the end of the silencer to make sure it was properly fitted, not wanting to make a surprising sound and let anyone know what he was up to in here.

(Y/n) needed him to do it now and get it over with.

She couldn't handle waiting and watching like this, death was always something that scared her but she always thought it would be unexpected or hoped she would pass in her sleep. Knowing it was about to happen now made her skin crawl and sent her mind reeling and this whiskey man was just prolonging it even more.

But as she watched him click the safety off the gun, her heart rocketed in her chest and started to spasm achingly when he began to whistle a quiet tune like he was preparing himself for an audition rather than a killing.

Oh God no.

(Y/n) knew that tune, she knew that tune all too well. It was the tune she had had in her head since she could remember, it was her song. That tune was the song that belonged to (Y/n).

Everyone in the world had a soulmate somewhere out there. People say that they know their soulmate from the first glance or just by looking or talking to them. But the one definitive way of knowing your soulmate is the song. Everyone has a song in their mind that is their own, not a song from the radio that they choose, but a certain rhythm, a humming or a whistling song in their head that they share with one other person in the world. Their soulmate. They are the only two that know the tune.

The whiskey man was whistling (Y/n)'s tune.

The only way that he could know that tune was if he was her soulmate. But he was trying to kill her, why would he whistle that tune if he was trying to kill her? Who whistled or even thought of their song when killing someone? She was going to be murdered by her soulmate and no one was going to come to her aid or her rescue.

Did this man even believe in soulmates?

Ben's lips curved up into a rather sinister grin that made (Y/n)'s skin crawl but she whimpered when he turned the barell of the gun towards her, aiming it at her temple. He could feel a small wave of guilt washing over him but he knew it would be taken away with the tide soon enough. His whistling grew louder as he got ready to pull the trigger, knowing he would have a lot of cleaning and tidying up to do very soon.

"It won't hurt, love. I promise."

But Ben's hand shook and his arm suddenly recoiled to his chest in horror when he heard her response.

His eyes blew wide in his sockets when he heard the rhythm she was shakily humming against her chapped lips. Her wild, rabid eyes locked with his own as she started to hum a bit louder, showing how uneven and timid her voice actually was because this was her only chance at survival. Humming his own song back at him.

"How do you know that tune? How?!"

The words bellowed around the room, resonating back at Ben as he suddenly jerked his arm out and pushed the barell of the gun against (Y/n)'s temple. Hating the way she cried out and cowered back at the feeling but still tried to hum the tune to prove she wasn't copying him, she knew what tune he had started to whistle.

"I- it's my s-song." Her chest quaked and her whole body trembled like she was undergoing an electric current before she tried humming the ending of the tune to keep herself alive, at least for now.

What the Hell was he supposed to do?

Ben's job was to murder people for cash and get away with it. He had no morals or code or rules he lived by and he certainly had no partner or wife waiting at home for him because he couldn't have any weaknesses or strings attached to him.

But that was his tune. He recalled his mother telling him about how she met his father and despite what Ben did for a living, his home life had been a good one. He knew his parents had been in love and he knew that soulmates existed purely because of the way his parents had been when he was growing up. No one had loved or appreciated his mother more than his father did.

A soulmate was not what Ben was looking for, he simply assumed that whoever out there shared his song was someone that he would never find. He wasn't looking for them and he didn't need a soulmate in his life, his life was perfect as it was right now.

But she was here right in front of him, cowering away because he was about to snatch her life from her.

But he couldn't.

If he took her life right now, all Ben could think about was what he would have done if his father had taken his mother's life. What would have happened if his father had killed his mother at any one point in their relationship?

(Y/n) didn't ask to be his soulmate, maybe she wasn't even looking for her soulmate either. Ben couldn't do it. The one thing in life that he wanted to believe in and abide by was a soulmate, he didn't necessarily want his soulmate right now but he knew it was real and he believed it happened. He couldn't ruin that by killing his soulmate, (Y/n) did not choose to have her fate be entwined with a murderer. She didn't choose to have her soulmate be a brute who was about to kill her.

"You... fuck! Fuck!" His voice suddenly rocketed around the room before the gun was launched out of his hand and violently hit the wall opposite him. "Why?! Why did you have to have my song? Why did you have to fucking hum it? I could have killed you by now- I should have killed you by now!"

"Y-you would rather kill me... not knowing you killed your soulmate? You could have killed me i-if you hadn't of whistled our song."

It wasn't just his song, it was their song. They both shared it and (Y/n) didn't know if it would have been better if he killed her because he would have gone through the rest of his life wondering why he never met his soulmate. People didn't always end up with their soulmates, they got tired of waiting around and just settled with someone else or settled on their own and made a new life for themselves. Some people chose not to believe in it and others met their soulmate and were too stubborn to want to be with them. But everyone met them at one point in their lives and knew about it.

Ben would have been more confused if he went through the rest of his life and didn't meet his soulmate.

"But I can't fucking do it now! I can't... for fuck's sake! I can't tell my client I haven't killed you because it turns out your my shitting soulmate!"

"Then kill me!"

"I can't!"

Ben all but screamed the words back at (Y/n), knitting his hands into his shortened hair before he turned his back on her so he could try and gather himself and think it through. Ben couldn't bring himself to kill her now, not now he knew there actually was someone out there for him. A soulmate was different than just finding someone and falling in love. (Y/n) was his match, she was someone that would love him and take him as he was. She was his soulmate and therefore their fates were entwined, it meant that she would love him despite him being a hitman and murdering people for a living.

He didn't deserve love but now he had a chance at it and this was his one and only moral. He couldn't bring himself to kill her, it had been hard enough to convince himself to do it before but now it was impossible.

"I can't kill you now... as weird as it seems, I just can't do it. I've failed this job and now you'll go and leave me because I've tried to hurt you." Ben smoothed his hand over the back of his head and neck before he bent down on his knees in front of (Y/n). He didn't know how else to explain it and he was desperate for her to see this from his point of view but it was virtually impossible. He had kidnapped her, told her he was going to kill her and now he couldn't because their fates were entwined.

Ben could see it now that if he didn't kill her he would have to let her go and then he would lose her because he couldn't follow and stalk her for the rest of his life. It wouldn't be right. She would leave him and he would lose her all because he couldn't kill her.

"I don't- I can't leave you... I mean, your my soulmate too."

(Y/n) had her proof that this man wasn't going to kill her, he didn't have the mind-set or the courage or the will to do that. The worst he could do was be rude because he clearly didn't intend to hurt his soulmate which meant he had some very warped morals. (Y/n) believed in soulmates, she had been waiting for him and now he was here, albeit in the worst of circumstances. She wasn't just going to walk away from him yet.

"What do we do now?" As bad as this situation was, (Y/n) couldn't quite see where they went from here.

"Isn't it obvious? I was supposed to kill you but I can't do that... now I need to protect you instead."

[sinner-as-saint]

If you're in the mood for a Geralt fic, can ya please write an angsty smutty one where Geralt has a hugeass fight with the reader and they have make up sex???? Its completely okay if you're not taking requests (CUZ I CANT FIND ANY GERALT FIC AND IM SAD)

Anything for you my love

Aight

So I'm thinking you were mad at Geralt because here you were, falling for him undoubtedly

And yet, each time you confessed your feelings to him, he told you that it was all in your head

Or that he wasn't someone one should love. Or that he cannot be the one for you because of his reputation

Yet, he would visit you a lot.

He'd fuck you like he owned you...for hours.

But then, he'd never stay till the morning.

Each morning you'd wake up in an empty in your family home, an empty space beside you.

You'd wake up to find that he's long gone for the day; fighting monster and what not.

You'd long and whine for him all day, trying to get a grip on your emotions and trying to convince yourself that no, maybe it's not love but something else

Yet each night when he'd come back and sneak into your room; he would remind you that you indeed loved him.

And each time, your heart would break a little, knowing that the man you loved was never going to love you back.

Ever

So you tried to get over him.

Once, after a heated fight, he left for a couple of days; and no one knew where he went or when he was going to come back

You two had fought over the nature of your relationship. And in the heat of the moment, he had very angrily told you that you were nothing but a means to let out his stress and frustration

Needless to say, you were heartbroken

And you tried to get over him while he was gone

Tried

You'd actually replied to other men when they talked to you

You'd say yes to dining with whichever Knights came to ask your father for permission to court you

Yet none ever compared to the white-haired Witcher you loved so much.

None of their kisses were as electrifying as Geralt's.

But in order to save yourself the heartache, you had to get over him. And you acted like you had

Until...

The day Geralt came back.

And he didn't know he hated seeing another man touching you until he found you roaming around with one of the Knights from the neighboring kingdom.

You were hand in hand, and Geralt watched from afar as the blond man caressed your face and stole a few kisses.

What hurt Geralt the most was that you kissed the man back

Geralt didn't know his heart could beat so fast, he didn't know jealousy could course through his veins with such intensity.

He didn't know, until now, that he felt so strongly towards you.

But as of now, he was jealous and angry more than anything.

And he decided to wait until night time. For in the dark of the night no one would see him sneak into your room.

He waited, his anger taking over and burning brighter and brighter with each minute he spent watching you smiling and laughing in the arms of the knight.

Then came night time

And as planned, he sneaked into your room

And he caught you while you were changing behind the room divider

You froze when you heard heavy footsteps.

But before you could peak from behind the room divider, Geralt was in front of you; grabbing your wrists harshly and pinning them above your head

His large frame pressed your naked body against the wall behind you

And for the first time, you saw something other than just tiredness and lust in his eyes

It was the green flames of jealousy, and guilt almost, but whatever it was, it was intense in his golden eyes

"Geralt, what the fuck are you doing?"

He chuckled as he watched you struggling to free yourself from his strong grip and failing miserably

"You've never questioned me before. What's changed now?" he asked, leaning in closer.

His voice was deep and low

He sounded dangerous, and angry.

"You left! You left me here. I'm just another easy fuck to you, aren't I? Well go on then, take what you want and go!" you raised your voice at him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Don't you talk to me in that tone! I saw you earlier today, walking around with... Whoever the fuck that was"

He looked you dead in the eyes while one of his hands slipped in between your legs; caressing your folds.

"Did he touch you?" he asked, leaning in so his lips hovered over your skin right beneath your ear, "Did he touch you like I do?"

You opened your mouth to sass at him but you ended up moaning instead.

He smirked and slipped his fingers past your entrance with ease; massaging and stroking your walls gently

He chuckled when he watched how you reacted to his touch.

His pride amplified because he knew now that no matter what, you'd always be his. And no one could ever touch you like he did.

The movement of his hand quickened, as your moans got higher and higher in pitch.

And he had you coming undone all over his hand in no time

Leaving you breathless while he dragged you to your bed.

The same bed he had fucked you in so many times now

But this time was different, because this time he wanted to prove a point.

He wanted to show you that you belonged to him.

Only him

He didn't waste time to push himself into you

His thick cock stretching you out while he claimed you to be his

Entirely his

He placed his large hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he pounded into you until his cum was oozing out of you

"You're mine"

He repeated over and over again as he made you come around his cock again and again

He was relentless

He fucked you on the bed

Against the wall

Had you bend over your dresser while he rammed his cock in and out of you until you came violently; gushing out all over him shamelessly

He carried your almost limp body back to bed, where he spread your legs apart and pushed his face into your sensitive core

His tongue flicked and circled around your swollen clit until you cried out and begged him to let you cum

But he wouldn't

He'd tease you, and bring you to the edge several times but wouldn't grant you the permission to cum

He could go on till the sunrise, but he decided to finally give you a break after he saw that you couldn't take it anymore

And he finally let you come all over his tongue

He'd proceed to lap up whatever you have him and he'd lick you clean

He'd kiss his way up your body and hold your trembling frame close to his naked body.

"I'm sorry, for everything I said. I'm sorry for leaving you"

His words were the last things you heard before you drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms

Surprisingly, you woke up in his arms the next morning.

He had stayed till the morning. For the first time.

[with-love-anu]

The One

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You set up Sirius with someone for the ball but end up falling for him instead.

Warnings: Nothing I could find! It’s pinning and fluff.

Word Count: 1,688

(Y/n) and Sirius were sitting in front of the fireplace, basking in its warmth. Others, being exhausted had left long ago. (Y/n) laid her head on Sirius’s chest, talking to him softly. The conversation went from homework to pranks to professors before finally landing on the upcoming ball.

“Wait! What do you mean no-one?” (Y/n) asked sitting up.

“I mean I am taking no one to the ball” Sirius shrugged.

“But, why?” she questioned. He, of all people wouldn’t bring a date?

“Well, I want to take someone I actually like.”

“Okay… and the problem is…” she prompted.

Sirius sighed. He looked straight ahead into the fireplace. (Y/n) didn’t want to push him. So, they stayed quiet for a while.

“I-“ he hesitated. (Y/n) looked at him waiting for him to continue.

“Everyone I’ve been with until now has been… well attracted to just my looks. I mean I know people like the way I look or am but…” he paused taking a deep breath. “The thing is they don’t like me. They like the idea of me. No-one, believe me no-one likes me for me. I saw James going with Lily, Dorcas and Marlene and I just… I am not jealous, I am happy for them, but I. I can’t have that. I don’t want to go with someone because of the way they think I look. Because why else anyone else want me?”

Sirius did not quite meet his friend’s eyes. He felt as if he didn’t deserve it, as if he wasn’t worthy of love like that. It was unlike him being vulnerable, but it was (Y/n). He always let his guard down around her.

“Heyyy, you know that’s not true!” she said softly. She did not know what caused the boy to think like that. He was after all one of the best people she knew. When he still didn’t seem to want to look at her she got an idea.

“You know what? I’ll help you find someone like that.” She said excitedly.

Sirius rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Yeah, right.”

“Come on, you’ll never know if you don’t try!” she nudged him.

“And how the hell would you go about this?” Sirius asked as if she said something ridiculous.

“I know you Sirius. I’ll help you find that amazing person.”

“Fine. Let us see how you do it!” he said sarcastically but anyone could see the hope glimmer in his eyes.

“Fine.”

***

(Y/n) and Sirius were sitting at the very back of the history of magic class, talking in whispers.

“What about Selene?” (Y/n) asked. Sirius grimaced.

“I played a prank on her a while back making fireflies fly around her head, but didn’t know she was allergic to them. Pretty sure she wouldn’t do so look at me.”

(Y/n) snorted out laughing.

“It’s not funny!” he whisper-yelled.

“It very much is.” The girl said trying to hold back her giggles.

“Okay… Okay… what about Lee?” (Y/n) suggested after controlling herself.

“Quidditch rival, so a hard no.” Sirius said thoughtfully.

“Don’t you think, you know, it would make up for some tension.” She said air-quoting tension and winking at him. Sirius rolled his eyes.

The two of them remained silent for a while.

“Sirius what do you want in a person?” (Y/n) asked quietly looking at him. She thought she knew but he had always surprised her, so she had to ask.

“I don’t know. Is there something I am supposed to? What do you?”

“Well you must think of something when you think of love. Like I want someone I am comfortable with. I want them to hold my hand through my ups and downs. Listen to me rant.”

Sirius waited for (Y/n) to continue but she didn’t.

“That’s it? You don’t want dates and flowers and you know the gestures?” Sirius frowned.

“No. I want the person and his love.” (Y/n) shrugged. “What’s the use of doing all those things if there is no real connection between you? I mean sure those things are nice and all, but I don’t want a perfect relationship. I want butterflies in my stomach when I look at them.”

“Butterflies?” he laughed.

(Y/n) smacked his shoulder lightly. She was sure he wasn’t going to drop it very soon.

***

(Y/n) pushed Sirius forward.

“Go!!!” she said widening her eyes.

“Are you sure? She seems a bit eccentric.” Sirius asked. (Y/n) sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“No. She is a lot like you. Just give her a chance.” She said. Emilia was a very sweet and charming Hufflepuff. Sirius would love her. Sirius huffed and finally moved to talk to her.

(Y/n) sat afar watching them. They seemed to get along. (Y/n) could see Sirius smile, not smirk, and she knew she was right. Then why was she so sad? She felt odd looking at them together. She couldn’t sit still. She tapped her foot, trying to concentrate on her book, but she couldn’t. All she could think about was Sirius and Emilia.

Sirius came back smiling. Somehow, for the first time she wasn’t as happy seeing it.

“So, how did it go?” she asked nonchalantly.

“Amazing, she is really nice. I can’t believe I never knew her. I-“

“Yeah, yeah I get it.” She huffed. Suddenly, she didn’t want to hear about the amazing Emilia anymore.

***

It took (Y/n) a week. A whole week to realize that she had fallen for Sirius. Someone, whom she herself set up with the girl she now didn’t like at all. It was painful, seeing Sirius so happy with Emilia. All she wanted to do now was somehow rip them apart. They went on study dates together, looking like the cutest couple and all (Y/n) could feel was her stomach twisting up in knots. Every time Sirius mentioned Emilia’s name, it felt like a knife through her heart. But, she couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t take away the happiness Sirius felt after such a long time.

“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked her.

“Umm… nothing? Why?”

“You look sad.” He asked concerned. (Y/n) forced a smile.

“I’m not” she said lightly.

“So, did you find the one?” he said smacking his shoulders into yours.

“The one?” you giggled.

“Well the imperfect person whom you’ll be happy; with him doing the most ordinary of things.” Sirius said making you laugh.

“Well, you think I am not asking for much but I am. I am asking to be the couple who you would see beside a shop walking hand in hand, happy and in love. I don’t want a hero, I don’t want an adventure but that doesn’t mean I am not asking for big things. I am asking for love in its most raw form. I want something which even though ordinary but is beautiful. Isn’t that the most people get?”

Sirius then looked at (Y/n) as if she was the ocean and he wanted to drown. She wished for such a simple yet priceless thing. She wasn’t like others whom he had been with. His heart surged. She looked so angelic sitting in the sunlight like that. And all of the sudden he wanted to be the one (Y/n) got those things from. All of a sudden, Emilia seemed like another one of his flings. Sirius gulped. Was he falling for his friend?

***

As days passed, it became more and more difficult for Sirius and (Y/n) to contain their realizations. The Yule ball was nearing and (Y/n) found herself dreading it. She did not want to see Sirius and Emilia together. It broke her enough to see them everyday; but in the ball dancing in each others arms? That would kill her.

“Sirius did you ask anyone yet?” Remus asked prompting him towards (Y/n). Sirius sighed. He did not know what to do. The person he actually loved didn’t love him back. It killed him. It really did. He had told all about it to James and Remus and they had constantly told him that (Y/n) felt the same way but there was no way he could ever believe that.

“No.” he answered. (Y/n) looked at Sirius.

“Why?” she asked.

“I don’t want to go with Emilia.”

“Why? What happened?” she asked as a sudden weight seemed to lift off her shoulders.

“I don’t like her that way. We are friends sure, but there’s nothing more” Sirius said sadly, if only the one he did like could see it.

(Y/n) tried hard not to smile widely. The thing that was crushing her inside had suddenly disappeared. Sirius did not miss how her face lit up. Were his friends true after all?

“Yeah. I met Lee. And I think we sort of connected.” Sirius smirked as he watched (Y/n)’s face fall.

“Oh.” She said. “Listen I need to go. I’ll see you later.” She said getting up.

Sirius grabbed her hand stopping her.

“Jealous much?” he said feeling his heart thump wildly. He smiled as he saw (Y/n)’s face go through a variety of emotions. He felt things becoming merrier around him every passing moment.

“Pftttt… Nooooo” she said unsure.

“(Y/n), look at me” he demanded.

(Y/n) felt heat crawl up her neck and face as she refused to meet his eyes.

“Look at me.”

She looked up to see Sirius looking at her softly.

“(Y/n)” he breathed. “I was kidding about Lee. I don’t like him”

“You were?”

“I… I like you. I wanted to see if you were jealous. And looking at you like that just made it worth it.“

(Y/n) smacked him. 

“You idiot. You made me feel like shit and you do stupid things like this.” She said as she slapped his chest lightly, overcome by emotions. Sirius grabbed her hands and pulled her towards him and kissed her. As they both pulled away breathless and light they smiled.

“I want to be everything you want. I want to love you forever, I want to-“ (Y/n) placed her hand over Sirius stopping him.

“Just hold me close and never let go.” She whispered. And that was how Sirius felt he found the one for him.

A/N: This was written for the very lovely @im-a-writer-right for her 2K celebration! Let me know what you think!

[marvel-mega]

mind, heart, and soul (remus lupin x reader)

A/N: yes this is a marauder lupin fic! I love young!remus and professor!remus so expect more of him soon <3 this is an extra fluffy fic I love ‘pinning’ type pics I think they are so sweet. I have a list of prompts I created myself that I drew inspiration from for this fic! I can post them but if you guys want to send in some ideas im more than open to new ideas and feedback!

warning: fluff, flirty sirius, pinning. 

word count: 1.4k

*not my gif, credit to owner <3* 

Remus never really understood how to talk to girls. Especially you. You were smart, funny, and understood all of Remus’ clever jokes. Not only that but you were best friends with all of his closest friends. Which made it difficult to get alone time with you, when you and Remus were together so were the rest of the marauders. While the other boys said that you had to know about Remus’ crush that didn’t really stop Remus from never telling you out of fear of losing you and your friendship. Sirius jokingly flirted with you just to annoy Remus but hell Sirius even flirted with James sometimes so Remus knew that his flirtatious advances never held any weight but Remus wondered if you understood that, so many girls fell for Sirius’ charming persona.

As you grew older Remus knew that bodies changed but in his experience, his body changed most dramatically, with his furry little problem. You even became an animagus to stay by his side during his changes. You became a beautiful doe, which in his eyes couldn’t have been more of a joke. It was like the universe wanted to show him how much he wanted you human or werewolf. After your fifth year during summer vacation, Remus was determined to tell you how he felt about you nothing was going to stand in his way, and if he lost you as a friend which he really hoped he didn’t then it was just two years at Hogwarts watching you from afar. Okay, it was a lose-lose situation but he couldn’t sit around pinning for you and watch while you got with somebody else completely oblivious to Remus’ feelings.

As he boarded the Hogwarts express Remus tried finding you but to no avail. Where could she be he thought to himself? And sat with the other marauders asking them if they’d seen you. Sirius smirked at him and Remus just knew it wasn’t going to end well, “you haven’t seen her have you moony?” “No, I just said that Sirius. What are you going on about?” “Let's just say I won’t be the only guy you’ll have to fend off of Y/N,” Sirius said and began talking to James about quidditch. Remus was beyond confused then he heard you laugh he knew that laugh from miles away and just as he suspected there you were laughing with a Ravenclaw boy in the trains’ corridor that Remus didn’t know. But what he did know is that the boy was a bit too close to you for Remus’ liking. As you turned around Remus noticed a few.. changes. Your legs looked longer and appeared endless and you looked like you slimmed down a bit, no that wasn’t right its like the weight you had decided to move and fill itself in other… places on your body. You seemed fuller and plumper for lack of a better word and Remus wasn’t to only one who noticed. As you approached the cart where the four boys were sitting James said, “Remus you got some drool on your chin mate,” before laughing as Remus rushed to clean the imaginary drool on his face you finally reached Remus and pulled him into a hug and Remus couldn’t help but feel his mind reel at how close you were to him and how he could really feel how developed you’d gotten. Before Remus could enjoy it any longer Sirius butted in and said “Come here princess I want a hug.” Before winking at Remus over your shoulder as you called him drama queen but pulled him into a hug regardless. All the boys were quiet as they stared at Y/N as she attempted to sit comfortably in the train car. “Okay guys what’s up did I grow a second head and nobody told me?” James was the first to speak, “Well my oblivious Y/N you see you have how you say blossomed over the past two months.” Y/N still looked so confused and Remus didn’t understand that someone as beautiful as yourself didn’t see that other people were starting to make note of it. Sirius draped his arm casually over your shoulders and began telling you how beautiful you looked today, Remus didn’t fail to notice the blush that rose on your cheeks. Which infuriated Remus not because he was angry at you, you could never do anything wrong in his eyes he was angrier at himself at the fact that that he couldn’t speak as open to you as Sirius does.

As the group arrived at Hogwarts the stares didn’t stop especially from the first years who saw you as a brand new shiny toy that added to the magic of a whole new school and a whole new life ahead of them. Remus knew that those guys would never get a chance with you but the way they looked at you didn’t fail to sour his mood. As James, Sirius and Peter walked ahead of Remus he didn’t notice you were beside him until you said, “You've been awfully quiet this evening.” He looked at you, really looked at you, and saw the same beautiful girl he fell in love with years ago whether or not you ‘blossomed’. “Rem?” You said while smiling at him. “Yea I’ve just got a lot to think about.” “I know what you mean with my OWL scores that came my parents are pushing me to figure out what career I want to pursue.” Remus had forgotten that your time together was coming to an end at Hogwarts. After Remus didn’t answer, you changed the subject, “what do you think James’ was going on about on the train? I don’t think I look any different, sure I lost the baby fat and grew a few inches but that’s pretty much it.” You looked up at Remus despite growing a ‘few inches’ you still had to look up at the curly-haired boy. Remus gulped, “well Y/N I’ve actually been meaning to tell you something and it has nothing to do with your changes.” You looked confused but Remus continued before he could change his mind, “you look different. More… developed, to say the least.” Remus couldn’t stop his eyes traveling down to your chest and your face burned red. “Oh.” Was all you said and Remus felt defeated but trudged on, “Yea so what I wanted to say was that I’ve had the biggest crush on you and I won’t bore you with the whole ‘I’ve liked you from the moment I laid eyes on you’ speech because that’s not true. Because that would be infatuation what I feel for you is so much more than that its love, admiration and so many other things that I can’t seem to put into words at the moment. I like you for your brains, your charm, your stubbornness, your strength, and your heart. Your looks come after that because I'm sure no matter what you looked like I still would’ve fallen head over heels for you Y/N Y/L/N.” You stood silent for a moment, trying to register everything Remus just told you before a tear fell down your cheek. Remus knew he’d ruined it. “Its okay Y/N I understand if you don’t feel the same way I just really don't want to lose you as a fr-“ Remus couldn’t finish what he was saying because you had kissed him, you the girl of his dreams, the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts had just kissed the marauder with the furry little problem. Remus felt like he was on cloud 9 he couldn’t stop smiling. As the two of you pulled away he looked at you and saw that you were beaming. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that I’ve had the biggest crush on you for ages rem and last summer boys started to ‘notice’ me more but I could tell they just wanted my body but with you, I don’t need to be perfect and neither do you. Remus Lupin I love you for your mind, heart, and soul. You never need to change a thing about you I'm already obsessed.” Sirius came out into the corridor where the two of you were and yelled, “Come on lovebirds Dumbledore is about to do his speech.” The two of you walked hand in hand into the great hall both of you looking thoroughly ecstatic.

[devilreno]

@lifedxbt​ said: “NO” Pin Reno

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM

       Walking leisurely beside the Director in the open margin of the sector, Reno has his arms raised up with one hand holding the rod as usual and the other folded over the opposite end of it. Quickly giving the back of his neck a scratch, he lowers his weapon down. He’s been maintaining a casual conversation in which he’s the one mostly talking. Tseng, on the other hand appearing to be more attentive to the surroundings in contrast to Reno’s laid-back outlook of things. In the distance, laser bore sighter seeks out a target, a little red dot pointed to the fabric of black suits.Taciturn yet heedful of the strange tense atmosphere, Tseng’s the first to spot the malicious intent with fuscous gaze noticing the laser pointer roaming about Reno’s front frame.

       Everything happens within seconds— a fully gloved hand shoves into Reno’s side and he’s met with the wall at the other end. A groan of disgruntlement follows simultaneously as the bullet is shot and nearly grazes across the arm which had pushed the redhead just now. Reno breathes in the air back from when it was squeezed out of him by the impact to see Tseng already on the act, having taken out his gun and shooting it. With his breath still choppy, Reno locates the intruder from afar in the frame of his eyesight. The person seems to be shielding themselves from the incoming bullets in retaliation.

       “Dammit—,” he grumbles, “I’ll go get ‘im—!” He departs from the wall, almost been glued to it in the first place, and takes this chance to get closer to the assaulter while they can’t respond. He’s gone in a beam of lightning, leaving a bright, voltaic trail after himself which goes as far as up and over the second storage where this person is at. He could climb the wall with ease. He might’ve not gotten Tseng’s permission for it but it’s exactly what his intuition told him to do after he’s been saved from getting shot so shamefully. He wouldn’t allow the intruder to make an attempt to fire the rifle the second time, considering Tseng is still down there. And thus, the elimination process begins.

[thotantics]

hi can i ask for a prompt with yoongi? B12 and D13 please💌

⚤   pairing — reader + Min Yoongi

✎ word count — 2,591

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, masturbation, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), squirting

prompt(s) — B12: Heavy eye contact + D13: Squirting

[A/N] hhhngn i hope this came out ok! writing it was a little touch and go as i’ve been anxious the last couple of days again but ive been reading some amazing things and trying to keep myself inspired and happy, and im pretty satisfied with this. also!! happy belated birthday to @gotmetalkinginmysleep 💖💖💖

You knew exactly what to do to get him fired up. Even though Yoongi had spent the evening watching you from afar and sulking, you were pleased with yourself. He deserved it.

He’d promised you a romantic candle lit dinner the night before after countless nights of eating alone while he worked late, but when you showed up at his apartment, he was passed out asleep on the couch. Impossible to wake up once he was that deeply asleep, you hadn’t even bothered to try and had gone to sleep in his bed by yourself after a lonely dinner that was definitely lacking in the romance that you had been so looking forward to.

What was worse is he hadn’t even bothered to apologize. He slid under the covers with you just before dawn, groaning softly into the crook of your neck and prodding at the middle of your back with an erection, and though you had been wide awake, you pretended you were still asleep until he dozed back off, curled up behind you.

The following day you were, perhaps childishly so, hellbent on pissing him off. Yoongi, as complex as he could be at times when he tried to hide his feelings and act much tougher than he truly was, could be played like a fiddle under the right circumstances. Lord knows that you knew all the right buttons to press after a lengthy relationship. You knew all the ins and outs of this man by now. His hopes, his fears, his insecurities, his strengths, but most importantly, you knew what made him tick.

Using Jimin for your agenda was easy - the younger man was a born flirt and it oozed out of every pore regardless of who he spoke to. So when you stuck to his side that evening, giggling and playful, he was all too easy to use to get the right kind of attention from your negligent boyfriend.

Yoongi bought it so fast, too. Hook, line, and sinker. The moment you touched Jimin’s arm for a little bit too long, you could practically feel his eyes on you. But you didn’t let him know that you knew he was watching, not yet. Not until he came to you, voice low while you sat on the counter top with Jimin at your side, drunk and a little too friendly.

“Let’s go to bed.” Yoongi practically growled the words at you, his mouth at your ear and his hand squeezing just a little too tight around your wrist.

You agreed, lips curving into a knowing smile as you hopped down off the counter and gave Jimin a lingering hug goodnight before Yoongi all but drug you away from him.

You knew you had him exactly where you wanted him long before he kicked shut his bedroom door and barked out a command for you to strip and lay down on his bed. If you couldn’t have the romantic night he had promised you, at least you could have him like this. Possessive, needy, wild.

His eyes were flashing, mouth drown down in a tight lipped frown that made your heart flutter. He’s cute when he’s pissy, you think to yourself. You smile up at him, innocently, adoringly, and he whips off his belt and chucks it to the floor with a snap.

“What are you smiling about?” He asks you.

“How cute you are.” You reply.

“Oh? Not about how cute Jiminie is?”

At this, you let yourself giggle. He was truly so, so easy. Excitement rippling in your veins, you lay back on the bed, fully naked, like he told you to.

Yoongi hasn’t broken eye contact with you yet, not until the shirt he lifts over his head interrupts it as he asks, “What are you laughing about?”

“I just love you.” You tell him. And you mean it. As much as the previous night had disappointed you, finding him curled up asleep when he had promised you something, you knew in the back of your mind that you could have come to him in tears the next day and he would have rectified his wrong doing. But it was much more fun for both of you, this way.

He huffs a little, but doesn’t reply to your sentiment, instead telling you in a clipped tone, “Spread yourself for me.”

You do, parting your thighs and pressing your fingers to your sex to splay yourself open for him. He likes you best like this when he’s in a sulky mood, open and vulnerable and all for him. And god, do you like it, too, when he takes control and most of all, when he takes you. You’re entirely his, anyway, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to claim you over and over and over again, for the rest of your lives.

Yoongi is quiet when he starts. He jerks himself off while sitting on his knees, his balls nestled between your spread lower lips, teasing you with the jerking motion of his hand on his cock, his eyes locked on yours and daring you to ask him for more. But you don’t. You know he’ll give it to you in due time, especially if you’re patient. He masturbates in such a quick, rough motion that you wonder briefly how it doesn’t hurt but then again, you know that he likes it when it does. His fingers are tight around his shaft, the head of his dick red from being squeezed so tight repeatedly. Eventually the slick sounds of precum coating his hand is coupled with the ragged breaths from him, lording above you.

You writhe, needing friction, but just before it gets too unbearable, just before he can spill his cum across your belly and waste it, he stops and pulls back away from you. A glance down where your hands still spread yourself open show him that watching him jerk himself off has made you wet, and he gives you a haughty little smirk before he lays down flat between your open thighs.

You desperately want his mouth on you, but he busies himself with exploring you with his fingers first, like always. You steel yourself in preparation, eyes shutting tight. You know if you ask for it, he’ll just make you wait even longer. He’s meticulous, practiced, far too good at pressing all of your buttons same as you can his. It’s exciting and makes you both vulnerable, but you like it that way.

His fingers avoid your clit, stroking over your labia and pressing gingerly into your entrance, then he pulls back, pressing the slick digit into his mouth and just observing you while he sucks it clean, watching as you get wetter with anticipation.

“Did Park Jimin do this to you?” He asks you quietly, and you know that he knows better. He’s confident in your relationship, he knows you’re loyal and he knows you belong to him, mind, body, and soul. But you humor him anyway. 

“No, Yoongi. You did.”

His eyes lift from your sex and meet your own, lips curving briefly into a smile, but he wipes it away from his face as quickly as it appeared, ducking his head down to finally let you have his mouth. His eyes don’t leave yours when he tastes you, tongue flat and stroking from your clenching hole up to your clit. He leaves it there, flexing the wet muscle on your most sensitive spot, eyes on yours and silently daring you to look away. You wouldn’t. He’s hypnotizing and beautiful there, licking expertly between your thighs.

Yoongi hums, a low tone that sends shocks of pleasure straight to your core, legs jerking briefly around his head. His eyes narrow briefly, a silent warning for you to hold still and let him do what he wants to do, then his hands pin your thighs open wide and he nuzzles his mouth into you further, pushing your hands out of the way. He licks deeply and sucks, latching onto your clit with an obscene sound that makes you moan and gasp all at once.

You hold still the best you can, hands threading through his hair, breathing steady to keep yourself in check but he’s fully consuming you and it’s hard to be as still as you know he wants you to be. You want to rut your hips up against his mouth, to tug and pull on his hair to get him in the spot you want him in so you can get yourself off as quick as possible, but Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on you and you don’t dare.

If he wasn’t in this specific mood, to possess you and own you, you wouldn’t care at all to take what you want from him but like this? You take what he gives you and nothing more.

After all, you wanted him like this. You made him like this, mad with his need to consume you entirely and claim you as his. He nuzzles his nose against your clit, tongue fucking shallowly at your entrance and you murmur his name, thighs twitching with the effort to stay wide open for him.

“Yes, baby?” He pulls a breath away and his eyes are tender, even as he licks the remains of your wetness from his lips, “Tell me how I can please you.”

Not expecting him to want to cater to you like this, you scramble for a moment, mind reeling with possibilities but the truth hits you like a truck when his fingers dig into the meat of your inner thigh, and you tell him, “I want your fingers.”

“Where?” He encourages you, eyes flickering briefly down as he presses a kiss to your swollen clit, then he looks back up at you patiently. It’s a complete switch that’s been flicked, your submissive side out in full force, overwhelmed by him, by the need he’s been building in you.

“I-in my pussy.” You whimper, “Fuck me with your fingers…a-and, fuck!… keep licking me. Please.”

Yoongi was already granting your every wish before you could finish asking for it, his long digits pressing inside of you and curling up, making you curse. When his tongue goes back to work, he shuts his eyes briefly and savors the taste of you, wet and warm against his lips. He pumps his fingers into you, being sure to press shallowly into you with his fingers curved right up against the texture of your inner wall where he knows your g spot is.

His tongue feels like heaven, slipping between your folds expertly and flattening against the sensitive bundle of your clit, alternating between flicks from the point of his tongue at the perfect speed to lavishing you there with his lips wrapping around and sucking sinfully. You can’t stop your thighs twitching and your hips lifting, craving more and more though he happily gives it to you each time.

He looks up at your face only to see you watching his mouth carefully, entranced by the sight of his tongue. You expected him to tease you endlessly, to deny to orgasm until his cock was in you, but you lock eyes with him and whisper in warning, “I-I’m coming..”

He nods against you, giving you permission before pressing his fingers into your cunt harder and faster, his tongue flat and rubbing fully against your swollen clit while you rock your hips up against face. Yoongi groans, pressing a third finger inside of you, stretching you with the briefest twinge of pain before your walls accommodate to the addition. He uses the strength in his whole arm, fucking up against your g spot rough and harsh while his tongue keeps licking, sweet and slow. You feel yourself about to bust entirely, all while staring into his eyes and you shut your lids peacefully, letting go.

Yoongi fucks you three fingers deep, and the obscene squelching that emits from your sex sends a blush from your cheeks straight down your chest. You don’t expect the tidal wave that follows, but the moment you feel it, you open your eyes to look down at him in utter shock.

It feels almost wrong for half a second. Are you pissing yourself?? But the look of sheer desire that crosses Yoongi’s face, his brows lifted in surprise wipes away any negative feelings and you don’t even try to hold back. You’ve never done this before, never gushed so fully, never cum with this much intensity.

Writhing under him, legs desperately trying to shut around his arm as he pulls back to watch, you buck and groan and completely soak the sheets, soak your boyfriend’s arm, his tongue licking lasciviously across his lips to capture the taste of your cum.

“Oh my god,” You chant, “Oh god, Yoongi, Yoongi!”

“It’s ok, baby.” He murmurs, and he places one hand flat on your tummy and he keeps fucking you with his hand, deeper this time, pressing tight at your lower stomach like he’s trying to milk more of it out of you, his mouth hungry and his tone low as he groans desperately against your throbbing, oversensitive clit. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” He mewls against you, tongue and lips as desperate as his fingers to work another orgasm from you, just as wet as the first. “One more,” He begs, “Give it to me… please.”

You cum again just seconds after the first time, and the gush is significantly less but with his insistent fingers fucking you and his tongue on your clit, he gets what he was after. He withdraws in a hurry, palm rubbing sloppy and hurried at your clit as his mouth latches onto your core and he sucks and swallows every drop he can down, groaning and massaging your left thigh appreciatively.

He’s made you cum twice in a row countless times in the past, fucking you senseless after making you cum once on his fingers only to immediately hammer you into another orgasm but this time was different. With the sheets below you soaked and the evidence of your orgasm dripping from his chin, Yoongi pushes himself up from your pussy, gripping his cock and sliding it home inside of you. You whine and wrap yourself around him, completely fucked out of your mind and body trembling with the exertion.

It takes everything in you to keep your weary legs open so he can jackhammer his hips into yours, his mouth wet as he kisses across your neck and your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue and moan into his mouth, weak and used, but you give yourself over to the pleasure of feeling him rutting away inside of you, desperate to find his release. When he cums, he grunts into your neck and buries himself deeply inside of you, panting and shaking all over.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses, “That was so hot, baby.” He pulls back away from you and looks down at you in awe for a moment before he pulls out of you. Your legs fall weary, flat to the mattress and Yoongi stands over you, chest heaving, and looks at the mess the two of you had just made. You’re half dead, unable to lift a muscle, breath coming out ragged and head lolling uselessly to the side, completely and utterly fucked out of your mind, your insides still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You’ve never looked more sexy,” He declares, “Do you know that?”