#same guy who hates closed doors btw

[torutorubozu]

me n my sister coming back from indomaret at the asscrack of dawn only to find my fuckin dad cheating

[backwzzds]

absolutely need a plug!zoro cheating on his gf with u nsfw …

no bc y’all are on a roll w these plug!zoro requests! position is based off this video btw 😩

ೃ⁀➷ what you want, roronoa zoro

thinking about the way that man would literally hate his girlfriend fr. like, he’s sure he’s only with her because his family loves her, but he just doesn’t. and i mean he proves that when he ends up outside your door in the middle of the rainy night, somewhere around 3 AM.

everyone would always ask him—why not just break up with her? and zoro never had an answer. his girlfriend was too fragile of a person and he hated that crying shit honestly. the only person he ever cared about making cry was ironically you.

his relationship was anything but secure. zoro was chill with whatever his girlfriend did. he trusted her, at first. she wanted to go to a party, he’d let her. she got a ride from some guy friend who was maybe his level of attractive? he didn’t care. but the same rules didn’t apply to him. zoro could be getting ready to go to work and his girlfriend would be up on him with accusations.

“i feel like you’re gonna go and fuck that bitch,” his girlfriend spat with venom, referring to you as he slid on his jeans. the green head couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she rambled on about disliking you. he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly when he realized how crazy she was behind closed doors.

“well now i’mma go do that just cuz’ you said it,” he muttered, just trying to get underneath her skin. his girlfriend thought he was bluffing, but not with the way blood rushed to zoro’s dick at the thought of just being in your arms to cuddle tonight.

zoro doesn’t think twice either when it comes to pulling up to your crib. he parked in front of your cute little car, something he did to express his dominance over you in the way your cars together looked like a ‘his and hers’ pair. he was weird like that, but that’s just how much he felt for you fr.

by the time he gets to your door, his heart is already thumping in his chest. not in fear of getting caught, but instead at the sight of you in your tiny nightdress, two sizes to small to barely contain your wide hips and busty breasts.

you give him a blank look as you leaned against the threshold of the door. “ian call you for no weed.”

zoro gives you his million dollar smirk. “you should know that’s not the only reason i come over anymore.”

“yeah yeah to cheat on your girl, sure zoro,” you roll your eyes.

the green head kisses his teeth, “not cheating if i don’t want her.” with a step to the side, you helplessly let him in, and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. “missed you so damn much.”

“missed you too,” you can’t help but mutter against his lips. zoro wraps his hands around your waist and pulls your smaller frame against this larger own. his hands shamelessly wanter down to the fat of your ass as he grips it, giving it a reddening smack and repeating his actions.

zoro pulls away with one last peck to your lips. “how was your day mama?” he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.

“fine,” you muttered with a bored expression, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

zoro furrows his eyebrow and snatches the remote from your hand. “what’s up wit’ you? you okay? talk to me.”

you shrug your shoulders. “i’m straight,” but your tone wasn’t convincing him otherwise.

zoro gives you a suspicious hum before pulling you into his lap. “what you doing tomorrow night?”

“probably homework,” you admit. “why?”

zoro can’t help but grin at you, flashing his gold canine pieces. “got us tickets to see that standup you been wanting to go to.”

your eyes can’t help but brighten at his words. “you lying.”

“i’m so deadass,” zoro laughed.

you kiss your teeth and slap his chest. “you don’t even like comedy!”

the greenhead gives you a shy shrug with a small blush flaming his tan cheeks. “they have an open bar, free sake so,” with a playful roll of your eyes, you kiss your teeth but smile. “so you gon’ stop giving me this bratty ass silent treatment?”

“whatever. you’re a whore for sake.”

“nah,” zoro shakes his head. “you ain’t hit me all week. you know what i had to go through not talking to you.”

you give him a sarcastic frown before pecking his lips. “aw, poor baby.” you move to pull away but are shocked when zoro grips your face and forces you back into his orbit.

how you found yourself half naked on his lip with your legs spread for him—you don’t know. damn mosshead was just that good.

“i got you,” zoro’s voice is all you hear as he steadies you on top of him with your back facing the tv. his one arm is all he needs to steady your body against his lip while he uses the other to start rubbing at you clit. “just touch me baby.”

a breath escapes from your throat as you find the courage to wrap your hand about his hard cock. his tip is an angry peach color as it oozes out pre cum, already excited from your touch. “like this daddy?”

“fuck, just like that mama,” zoro’s own breath hitches in his throat as he fights not to buck up into your grasp. “love the way you touch me. just like that baby. make me feel so safe.”

you’re almost shocked by the words leaving your mouth as you continue jerking him. the two of you hold an intimate scope of eye contact as you touch each other’s body, nothing being heard but the soft moans and breaths from your arousal.

“make you feel safe?” your voice is soft and sultry as you run your thumb over his tip. zoro can’t help but groan at his sensitivity, too late to even catch himseld. “feel safe when im loving you like this papa? you like that?”

“oh fuck, yes,” zoro whined, fully submitting to you. his girlfriend had never seen this side of him. every time he had sex with her, if he ever did, it was quick and to the point. no one was able to milk out this soft and vulnerable side to him but you. oh how you had his fucking heart and dick in the comfort of your pocket.

your legs are spread in front of zoro, giving him a complete view of what you were working it. somehow wanting to see you spread more, he grabs you by your thighs and opens you up more, practically salivating at the sight of your pretty clit glistening from his touch.

“you make me feel safe too,” you breath out with a blushed smile, trying to keep your pace with jerking zoro off. it was hard to do so when he was rubbing you nice and slow, just the way he knew you liked it.

at this point? it was all more than sex. zoro meant every word he uttered out, especially how you made him feel safe during his most vulnerable moments. only you bought this side out in him.

“fuck i’m almost there, zee.” you throw your head back and grind further into his touch.

“me too baby,” zoro breathed out, watching as cum oozed from his tip by the second. “you fuck me so good, no one does it like you—shit.”

you lick your lips as you lean over and spit on zoro’s cock, adding more lubricant to your already slippery movements. “like it when i stroke your fat cock papa? like this?”

“zoro bites his lip and nods his head. a whine fights to break through from his mouth as he lets out a broken “mhm. fuck, mama. keep going and you’ll make me cum.”

you take this as a challenge and speed up your movements with hopes to overstimulate him. zoro’s mouth falls open, and the tables inevitably turn when he’s shaking beneath you, watching you milk every drop of cum out of him. you hold your tongue out as he shoots his load upwards, droplets of his semen landing on your taste buds.

a greedy smile graces your lips as you continue jerking him off, more and more cum flying out from his sore tip by the second. “fucking hell—just like that just like that, fuck!” zoro moans loudly as he feels himself get drained.

you didn’t mind the fact that he came before you this time. watching this hard man come undone before you was enough to have you creaming all over his fingers right after. you too begin to breathe heavily as zoro maintians his circular movements against your clit.

when you’re both fucked out from your intimate session, zoro slides you onto his lap, your clit begrudgingly grinding against the base of his still hard dick. with his face in your neck, he breathes out, “i’ll break up with her. your eyebrows raise at his words. “if that’s what you want.” you waste no time in giving him a stern response.

“it is what i want.”

[boyfhee]

박성훈 、SECRET NEVER KEPT

sunghoon likes getting detentions.

featuring ⋆ rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader, highschool au

contents ⋆ kissing, suggestive i mean you can say this went out of hand a little...sunghoon is crazy guys don't try this at school ( 0.78k )

notes ⋆ another rich boy hoon bc it's always on my mind. they should cast him in a drama and make him third gen chaebol heir idk. btw this one is for @atrirose

sunghoon’s lips curl into a subtle smile when he heard footsteps coming towards the classroom. he knows it’s you, he knows your pace, way too familiar with you to not even recognise the faint humming echoing in the hallways.

he chuckles, his smile growing wider as he pushes one of the desks aside. he shakes his head at how easily you make him smile, and you aren’t even in the room. the melody you’re humming gets a bit clearer, and he turns towards the door as you slide it open.

“detention again?” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. it’s unfathomable how giddy he looks after getting detention. “it’s pleasing to watch the mayor’s son sweeping the tiles,”

“just a little charity work for school,” he hums jokingly with a shrug, and then he looks up at you, his eyes are soft and just a tad bit crinkled at the edges and his smile is sweet as if an invitation to come and kiss him. 

not a whiff of what happens at school reaches his parents because he knows his dad will have anyone who dares point fingers at him lose their job. while his mother is more inclined towards him trying to lay low and mixing into the general public, sunghoon can’t help but stand out. 

he likes attention.

he likes it when people talk about him when he walks down the hallways, or when you wink at him from across the room. he liked it when you visited him when he had gotten detention for the very first time, and it’s a routine now. you stay after school for extra lessons and he hates not being able to sneak in a few kisses with you in the storage after school ends. fortunately, detention gives him the perfect excuse to stay.

“charity is nice but this—” you say, pointing at the mop and bucket, walking towards him as he carefully holds your hand so that you don’t slip over the wet tiles. “— doesn’t suit your pretty face.”

and sunghoon laughs, sitting on one of the chairs around, pulling you on his lap. your arms wrap around his shoulders out of habit, and he can’t help but swoon at the way your gaze rests on his lips for a fraction of a second before going back to his eyes. “well you win some and you lose some,” 

and he doesn’t really care, honestly. with hands that are made to caress your cheeks and hold you close, he doesn’t really mind if they’re occupied with mopping the floors. just the same way he doesn’t care if his father hears about you and him. with elections ‘round the corner, he will be furious to see his dear son dating the daughter of the opposition. 

but when has sunghoon ever cared about what others have to say about you?

“you know, anyone could walk in right now,” you warn quietly, although your actions are contradicting your words as you tilt your head a little, giving him an easier access as he presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of slow kisses down and then to your jaw.

he pulls away slightly, taking in the fragrance of your perfume— it’s the one he had gifted you on your birthday, and he likes how irresistible it makes you, as if you aren’t already. “the whole building’s empty,”

“the guards take rounds after school,”

“well, no one will come. and if they do,” he gently tucks your hair behind your ear, fingers drawing random patterns on your thighs, and you can feel your cheeks heat up as he slides his hand a bit further up. “we can put on a little show for them,”

“hoon—” he doesn’t let you say much, simply cutting you off with a kiss. most of the time, it doesn’t fall upon him to be the responsible one in the relationship, but you’re not any better with the way you pull him closer, fingers lost in his locks. you huff and his arms move up to your waist, and you pull him closer, kissing him deeper— a clear confirmation that you’re into this just as much as him.

and it does end up this way, most of the time. you on his lap, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck, lips together, in the empty classrooms or storage, under the staircase— sunghoon doesn’t care if someone sees. it’s least of his concerns when you’re with him. sunghoon falls first, he falls hard. everyone knows it, it has never been a secret. 

[bad268]

can you do an arvid lindblad x reader story where reader gets alot of hate for being a female driver and arvid comforts her?

love you stories btw

+Pls could u do an Arvid Linblad and reader where reader is in the paddock and its super busy and they get overwhelmed and he calms her down

+could u do smth with arvid or paul where they just announced that you guys are dating and the media is being really mean but they comfort you?

Deserve the World (Arvid Lindblad X Fem VCARB! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS <3)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid, sexist comments, hateful fans

POV: Second Person (You/your/She/her)

W.C. 1227

Summary: The fans and reporters are brutal when a female joins the grid.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Red Bull was known to be ruthless, and they rarely moved up their junior drivers. That did not stop you from joining their junior program. You loved the team, the benefits, and the knowledge you could learn from them.

Well, when the news hit that Red Bull was promoting not one but two junior drivers to VCARB for the 2026 season, shit hit the fan. Then, when people realized that one of those drivers was a girl, shit really came crashing down.

You knew this would happen. It happened when you first joined Hitech in F2, and you expected it when you eventually moved up to F1. Most of the haters dwindled down when you and Arvid pulled a 2021 like season in F2 since it kept everyone interested, but ultimately, they came flooding back when you won by a singular point. You had grown since the start of the season, so you took their criticism with a grain of salt and moved on.

At least you did on the outside.

Sometimes, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling down the rabbit hole that is Twitter (X) and Instagram comments. You would rather know everything they said than work yourself up over what they could be saying. Call it one of your red flags, but you did not want to remain unaware of their backlash.

Arvid had caught you in that rabbit hole on more occasions than he wanted to admit, and yeah, he got his fair share of hate. His was nowhere near the amount you got. He tried convincing you to get someone else to manage your social media accounts, but you always declined. Who else would post the not-so professional pictures you take during the weekend? Certainly not a professional staff who is in charge of making you look professional. 

The first race of the season was already off to a shitty start. You were a few minutes late to the media pin, and everyone started speculating that you were sleeping with Red Bull or VCARB staff for your seat. In reality, you were meeting with the staff to discuss how to go about addressing the hate.

You tried to clear it up with the first interviewer, but he was one of the haters. He immediately started poking at how there’s no way a girl like you could get a seat based on pure talent on track. When you asked what he meant by that, he chuckled and said, “Clearly, you have talents behind closed doors.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as you immediately turned and left the pin, trying to get back to your garage before you had a full breakdown. You heard the main reporter and a few nearby interviewers laugh as you made your hasty exit, and that made the situation worse as nearby fans heard the commotion and pulled out their phones. The way the pitlane was set up, you had to walk past all of the fans to get back to your garage. Just the thought made your heart rate quicken if that was even possible. 

It did not take long for Arvid to notice your lack of presence next to him or in the media pin at all. Usually, you two stuck together since you were on the same team, but you both also found comfort in being next to each other. Many people thought it would have caused a rift in your relationship competing against each other but given that you were together for almost a year before you started your F2 campaigns, you were up for the challenge. Plus, you were naturally competitive to begin with, so it made your bond stronger. 

He looked around for you, confused, before he briefly spotted your back retreating out the back of the pin. He gently excused himself, but even the interviewer could tell Arvid’s attention was elsewhere. It looked like Arvid was on autopilot, and he was as he felt gravity pulling him toward you. 

It did not take him long to be right up behind you, and that’s when he realized the “fans” had practically caged you in as they shouted at you. Profanities and derogatory terms were being thrown at you left and right in any language, and Arvid knew he had to get you out of there. 

He quickly wrapped an arm over your shoulders as he pulled you into his chest, shielding you from the chaos, and began backing out of the center to find a way out. Thankfully, there was no one blocking behind him, so he was able to just go back the way he came and take the back way around to the VCARB garage.

The garage wasn’t too far, but it felt like an eternity for you. Your heart was racing, and despite knowing it was Arvid taking you to safety, it didn’t help calm you down. You didn’t even register that he had gotten you all the way to his driver’s room until he pushed you to sit on his couch while he kneeled in front of you. He moved one of your hands to rest against his neck as he kept the other in his.

“You’re doing great,” He said quietly as he used his thumb to rub across your knuckles while taking deeper breaths, “Can you breathe with me?”

It took him repeating it a few times, but soon enough, you caught on and began to take struggled breaths in time with him. You finally started to register the noise (or lack thereof) around you. There were no screaming fans or condescending reporters. No camera clicking or shouts of displeasure. 

It was silent for once. You were finally able to hear your own thoughts and think clearly for the first time this whole weekend. Your eyes cleared as you made eye contact with your concerned boyfriend who was still grounding you in the way he had learned a long time ago, causing you to smile.

“Thank you, Arvid,” You whispered as he moved the hand still entwined with your hand up to rest against your cheek. “You always know what to do.”

“I’m always here to pick you back up, and I’m always here to tell you that everybody else is stupid,” He said with a chuckle as he started in the routine speech he gives you wherever the hate gets too much. “What have these people done? Nothing but shit on your parade. You are the first female F2 winner. You are the first female in an F1 since the 90s or something. I am confident you will be the first female on an F1 podium and definitely the first female to win an F1 race. Maybe both in one go, but we’ll see when we get there.”

“Stop blowing my nonexistent horn here,” You tried to dismiss as you gently pushed at his shoulder. “You’re giving me more credit than I deserve.”

“Absolutely not!” Arvid interrupted before moving to cup your face between his hands as he squished your cheeks and shook your head. “You deserve the world, and it’s my job to build you up. I won’t stop until you finally believe it.”

“And what if I never do?” You chuckled but it came out a little weird since he was still squishing your face.

“Then I guess I’ll never stop.”

~~~~~

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[judasgot-it]

Argument with Dazai Part 2

Here's a link to part 1 if you haven't read that, people asked for a second part (I love you guys I will always write second parts if you ask btw no matter how old the post is) so I am now finally delivering !! Sorry I'm a slow writer lol I can't help it

This almost makes me seem like I hate Dazai but I try to follow canon and dude is a menace when it comes to relationships, but I tried to redeem him best I can! LOL

Scenario: Getting into an argument with Dazai; making up <3

You could feel the heat from the day leaving beads of sweat on the back of your neck, your thick shirt sticking to your back as you carried your bags on your lower arms. It was uncomfortable, threatening to slip off as you tried to unlock your door.

Inside your head, you were praying that Dazai had left for the day.

But you watched as your keys, still stuck into your door, jingled as the door swung open on its own. Behind the door, you saw your walkway, with your usually haphazardly thrown shoes now neatly put away, and there were a pair of chestnut eyes looking shyly at you, waiting for you to step in.

Taking your keys, you tried to avoid those eyes, instead focusing intently on resettling yourself back into your home. You tried to ignore the hand that hung your keys next to his, fingers doing so as if the metal were made of glass. You turned your head as you felt those hands slipping the plastic bags off of your arms, ignoring how cold his hand felt next to your own skin.

You merely observed as your body did the same as it always did, walking into your apartment and observing the changes.

For once, you were surprised.

"Do you wanna sit down?"

Dazai put a feather-light touch on your shoulder, leaning so close you could feel his hair sticking to the sweat on your face. You pushed him away.

"Dazai."

You finally turned to look at him. The man you usually knew to stand tall and straight had his shoulders slumped over - his entire body gave into you, as if it were already an apology in itself.

You could see him eating his ego as he looked at you, his eyebrows taught as he kept his hands at his sides.

"I'm sorry about what happened."

He rushed it out as if trying to prevent your harsh words from hurting him more than your mere presence did. Guilt was eating him alive.

You looked down at the floor. What you had expected to do when you came home was clean up the rest of his mess - but right now, instead of stepping on sticky alcohol, the floor you were standing on was spotless.

"There's no point."

You moved to sit on the couch, crossing your ankle over your knee. Dazai's shadow was near your foot, begging to be acknowledged. Its cold static wisps were clawing at your white sock, although the man himself had made no move to come closer towards you.

In all your time of knowing him, sharing space with him, you had never known him to be scared.

"You won't tell me why you acted like that, besides the alcohol. Dazai, I've known you for years, but I don't even know who you are. I don't know if anyone knows who you really are, anyhow. And I don't think you're going to tell me."

A weight settled a small distance from you, only enough to feel the disturbance in the cushions he made with his weight. You passed a glance at his hands, which were kept firmly on his thighs, twisting and picking at his nails. They were red and raw as if he were set on destroying himself all day.

"I don't know how to tell you. There's a beginning that I can't even look for myself. The worst parts are too painful to bring up, but I know you want to know at least why I do the things I do, right?"

A nothing answer, maybe a lead. Dazai was vague at best with this, but with the way he was trying to peel even the tiniest piece of skin away from his thumb, it was clearly difficult for him to spit it out.

You gave pause, having a moment of silence between the two of you, before you replied.

"Is it loss?"

There was a deep breath that Dazai released at that. You finally looked up at his face, watching as his brown eyes were carefully trying to conceal the emotions that he felt. You could see clear as day, past the mask that he had carefully built up, that his eyes were large and wet, with a pulled-back lip to hide the shaking.

This affected him. Deeply.

It was so apparent but he seemed to hide it better than you would ever suspect. He only seemed to show his grief in self-destruction. Self-inflicted punishment for a crime he didn't commit - how Dazai of him.

"Yes. It was a few years ago now, but he was the closest thing I had to a father. After he died, um..."

You reached out to Dazai, placing your hand over his, peeling his other hand away from his now bleeding thumb. His eyes met yours.

"Sorry. I was never a good person before I knew him. I promised to be better for him, but I'm not good at it."

You looked to your hands, where you felt his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. You could feel the callouses on his skin as they brushed against the back of your hand, back and forth in a languid Dazai-esque pattern.

"Well. You try. It's why I came back. I think he would be proud of you for that - if he saw that you were trying. That's the only thing you can do when you make these kinds of mistakes."

You took your other hand, reaching up to brush away Dazai's hair that stuck to his neck due to the sweat. His skin was cold and clammy as he leaned into your touch.

Pulling him closer, you let the brow fall against your collarbone as you gently stroked the back of his neck, feeling the small stubble of hairs that were growing from his last haircut. Dazai pressed himself closer against you, trying to hide his face in his bangs and in your shirt, although you could feel the tears that he tried to hide.

Dazai held your hand a little tighter.

You pulled him a little closer.

The apartment you shared felt more like a home today.

Idk if I like the ending LOL but um this is kinda long?? also sorry if this reads different than usual cause im trying to improve my writing style im just figuring it out aaaahhhhhhh

[pandorasfavorite]

hi i have so many dom smut ideas!!

-reader is new social media person & dom constantly flirts with her, maybe inviting her out to a club with a few others & she has to sit on his lap & when he flirts with her he feels her pussy clench on his thigh & he calls her out on it and smut ensues

- mutual masturbation when sharing a room (maybe happens by accident or overheard)

- flirting with reader & getting needy and begging to be touched & she makes him put on a show or guide her hands because she enjoys seeing him pathetically needy

Filthy and teasing

AN: I'm doing all of these BTW. But we are starting with the last one because I crave needy Dominik. I'm trying to work on my characterization for him, so help me out, guys. OMG, he's so sexy when he's sweaty. Also, this is kinda of long and Filthy guys. WHY DO I HATE MY TITLES LOL.

You are obsessed with changing your outfits, almost every time you walk into the ring, you are wearing something new. Its always a variation of dark colors that represents the Judgement Day and it drives Dominik crazy. The way your outfits hugs your curves and shows off every bit of your body is chilling for him.

Seeing you walk into the dressing room in all black, and purple outlining the outfit at the curves of your boobs and ass makes him sallow. The outfit is modest for the most part but it shows just enough skin for the imagination, the top going into a V down your chest. Your legs are out and smooth, but with fishnets going all the way down.

Dominik doesn't even speak when he sees you, Finn was talking to him, but Dominik doesn't even remember the conversation. The only thing on his mind is how good you look, how easy it would be to rip those fishnets off and bend you over the counter.

You walk around the room leaning over counters and trying to find a spot, Dominik gets to see it all. Your ass looks so good in that outfit and all his thoughts are reaching his dick. Your outfit is just so tight and fitting, complimenting every inch of your skin. It feels like hours but you finally turn around and make eye contact with Dominik smiling at him innocently, like you were unaware of the effect you had on him. "Dominik! I'm talking to you", Finn says loudly from the other side of the room trying to break his concentration. "Stop ogling her man", Finn noticed just like everyone else. Damian laughs to himself and Rhea just grins looking off to the side.

"Sorry man", Dominik waves it off, even though he feels the burning in his cheeks from embarrassment. You smile genuinely and strut over to Dominik, you lean down and kiss his cheek, and some of your lipstick stamps onto him. "That's okay Dom. You can ogle me", you say to him not worried about the listening ears. Dominik looks up at you, everything but you is blurred in his vision, he revolves around you and only you. He can barely speak at your loving display, all he knows is that it's making it hard for him to keep it in his pants. You kiss the other side of his cheek quickly before yelling out a quick, "gotta go", not only him but the rest of the group. Everyone throws out 'bye's and 'good luck's and the door clicks shut behind you.

Rhea becomes super confused for a moment and she looks over to Dominik who is still stuck in the same position you left him in. "Aren't you supposed to be ringside?", she mentions. Dominik throws himself off the couch and curses while running, "Shit, I forgot". Damian slaps Finn's chest while joking, "Guess she did too" and he raises his eyebrows suggestively. Finn busts out laughing at some sort of underlying joke, Rhea just rolls her eyes and gets on her phone; enjoying her time to rest.

Dominik was in his own world for a minute there, you're so breathtaking to him that he couldn't find the words to say anything. Now he feels more prepared to speak to you, to get your attention that he aches for. Dominik managed to find you waiting close to the entrance, there were only 2 minutes until you were supposed to walk out. Dominik walks up behind you smacking and grabbing your ass suggestively, "God you look sexy tonight", he says huskily. You turn your head to the side to notice him, "Am I not every night?", you grin knowing his response.

"You know you are. This though, I've never been this hard", he moves to kiss your collarbone, his hair fanning over his face attractively. You feel him brush against you and he reacts strongly, whimpering without meaning too. Falling out of his dominant role accidentally. You spin around and press your front against him, You run your finger down his Adams apple and his chest, all just to grab him by the loops in his pants and giggle at his flushed face. He looks down at you, taking his hand to hold the side of your face and to rub your bottom lip, like he's considering leaning down and taking advantage of the position you're both in.

Your entrance music blasts and you whip around walking out, but with Dominik's hand clasped in yours. Dominik's eyes linger on you for longer than they should, fans will definitely notice the sexual tension between you both if he keeps it up. During your match you show out as much as you can, willing yourself to jump around to get the attention of Dominik; though you don't have to do much.

Dominik is starting to sweat; your beauty and his neediness not being a good mix, and he attempts to control himself. He closes his eyes for a split seconds and reminds himself over and over that he is on public television that he has to wait. Like clockwork Dominik ushers you out of there discreetly, wanting to grab and hold you to him and never let go.

You walk into the dressing room smiling proudly at your win, but Dominik just looks exhausted and ready to go home. Some would think he just ran a marathon but really all he's been doing is thinking about you on your knees bobbing on his cock. You take your time getting things out of your locker, longer than usual to be a tease. Dominik stands extremely close to you, he holds your waist and he lays his forehead on your shoulder. "Can we go now?", he asks squeezing his eyes shut; he's trying to force all of the dirty thoughts out of his mind for just a moment. You shake your head smiling to yourself, "I'm hurrying, just a few minutes". Dominik trails after you, every step you take he does too. Dominik taps his hands on the steering wheel shifting a bunch in his seat, impatiently.

You slide your hand onto his thigh trying to relax him but it just makes things worse. Dominik twitches at the proximity and at this point he's so hard it's starting to hurt, and his pants feel tight. You unlock the door and step into the house, Dominik rushes in after you, pushing you against the wall and sinking to his knees while he kisses down your body. He squeezes your thighs and kisses them erratically. You grab Dominik's hair pulling up a little to get his attention, "Stand up" you tell him without room for argument.

Dominik's eyes glint and his stomach flutters. The pulling on his hair alone makes him feel close to cumming. He raises up his face only a centimeter away from yours, his breathing fanning across your lips. His breath then becomes yours. You peck his lips and say the words that make him whimper in distress, "I'm going to take a shower". He rubs his clothed cock against your thigh and he closes his eyes breathing heavily, "Baby can it wait? Please- can it wait?", his fists clenching at his side. He shakes his head side to side, controlling himself, trying to last for you.

You pull on his hair making him groan and rut his hips more, "No. Go sit down, I'll be out in a minute". Dominik looks at you, trying to break your composure, to change your mind. You raise your eyebrows at him, daring him to argue. He pulls himself away from you, doing one more once over before moving to the couch. Sitting down and manspreading to release some tension. You smile mischievously and sway your hips while you walk, your bottoms ride up some, so more skin is right in front of Dominik taunting him. "Fuck me", he mutters to himself, the words slipping out seeing you walk away.

You take much longer in the shower, teasing him is so fun. While your in the shower you imagine him withering and trying to control himself, willing himself to hold off touching himself till you get back. You have only a towel wrapped around you when you walk out of the bathroom; small droplets of water run down your body from the steam. You step a few feet in front of Dominik and he swallows, "Gonna make me wait?", he says in false confidence. You drop your towel, water from your hair falling and running down your tits and thighs. You walk over and climb onto Dominik sitting your bare pussy onto his leg.

Dominik shudders at the sight of your dripping pussy sitting on his leg, You grind forward against his leg, the sound of wetness making Dominik moan. You kiss down the side of his face then under his ear, "You'll have to wait until I'm done" you whisper to him sweetly. You rock against his leg, your clit brushing against his flexed leg. Dominik's head lolled backward and he tried to compose himself but only pleas fell from his lips, "I need to be in you. Let me feel that tight pussy baby" Your other leg brushes against his cock just a little, "Fuck..fuck". His eyes squeeze shut and he grips the couch, "Mami, I'll do anything'. He feels his eyes well up in desire for you.

You still your movements when the idea comes to mind: Dominik moves his head to look at you. You move the hair out of his face to get a better look at him, "Okay. Show me what you want", Dominik's hands rush to touch your body but you grab his wrists before he can touch you. "No touching-", "Mami~", "Use my hands to show me what you want". Dominik swallows the whines of protests, he knows this is the most he is getting right now. He holds your wrists and puts your hands on your boobs. You moan quietly, starting to grind against him again. Dominik moves a hand down to slide down your stomach lowly and slowly, your pussy clenching at the proximity it brings. Dominik makes eye contact with you as he moves your hand to slip down to your pussy, your own fingertips grazing your clit.

You moan eyes fluttering closed while you play with your clit, Dominik aiding your movements. You twitch on his leg, his leather-like pants helping you glide against his leg easily. Dominik pulls your own hand back to put it on his chest, "Baby" he mutters like it's painful. You start to pull off his shirt, a relief for him, Dominiks positive he's getting what he wants. He lifts his hips up when you start to tug off his pants, his pants sliding off alone was enough friction to make his knuckles turn white from gripping the side of the couch. You sit on his lap now, his cock prodding and aching in need, leaking so much precum you thought he already came.

You kiss Dominik's cheeks and then ask, "What do you want baby?" you whisper in a seductive manner. Dominik's hips thrust up a little while he speaks, "Anything. Ride me, my cock, my face. Just sit on it Mami. Fuck just sit on it", the thought alone provokes his body to shake. You take your finger and run it down his cock and Dominik gasps his whole body shooting back. You wrap your hand around his cock and pumped him twice, your thumb grazing over the tip of his dick.

Dominiks dick twitches and his cum spills out coating your stomach and thighs, it all dripping down your body. Dominiks trying his best not to push you away from him, your warm pussy still laying on him. You notice his struggle and the way he’s pants with his lips are parted; overstimulated. You notice this, it’s so hot the way his body is begging for you, you stroke his cock; lifting a little to rub your wetness on him. “Mami wait. mmm s’too much”, A hand finds your hair for support and his other hand is lying on your bare waist to hold you still.

You ignore him, grabbing him by the base and slipping him into you. You moan at the slight stretch, how his cock fits into you perfectly. You lift up arching your back and you knock Dominik's hand away from your head, you grab his hand and put it onto the other side of your waist. You press your lips to him, your lips moving against each other, both of you trying to control the pace of the kiss. You hum into a kiss grinding back and forth, his dick moving inside of you. There's a fluttering in your chest from the overwhelming feeling of lust and pleasure.

“Taking it so well”, you say; fingers scratch down his back lightly, your pussy clenching on him, the smacks of your skin against his; one of the many things Dominik manages to grasp. His mind is flooded and mushy, he can’t comprehend anything but you and how long he’s been waiting for this, how badly he always wants you. Your thighs burn from riding him, to the point you want to lay down and take it. You slide off of Dominik, pleads tumbling from his lips immediately. “Baby?”, he looks down at himself making it so much more intense, “Don’t leave, let me help please - please”, he turns his body after you.

You lay on your back taking up the rest of the couch, you smile and put your hands above your head sexily, spreading your legs slowly for Dominik to take it in. Dominik licks the bottom of his lip, his eyes not leaving you. Like it’s instinct he grabs your thighs and pulls you flush against him and his cock. He spreads your legs further and he pushes into you cursing lowly.

He thrusts into your dripping hole mercilessly, his hips snapping against your ass. Dominik's hands grip your thighs to where it’s turning red, but his roughness feels so good, the switch in his behavior was sexy to you. Dominik rolls his hips, the tip of his dick hitting that spot inside of you that makes you moan loud and arch off the couch. “Always letting me finish the job and fuck you right, huh mami? Ain’t that right baby?” He grunts out his hair falling over his face some in the most perfect way.

You nod quickly your hands reaching to hold onto his biceps while your tits bounce at the force. He reaches down and plays with your sticky clit from his precum and your own wetness. You feel yourself clench around him and he moans. Your close with the feeling of Dominik inside of you pushing you close to the edge. “So tight -haahh- that’s it mami. Don’t run from it baby, so close”, your moan your vision goes dark for a second and your mouth falls open in a moan. Dominik smacks your ass and thrusts into you quickly, the tip of his dick being squeezed by your clenching pussy. Dominik cums and leans forward towards you, his eyes closing for a moment and his face blissed out. “S’so fucking good,” he says opening his eyes to see the love of his life fucked out with her chest heaving and lips wet with him.

[justice-maul]

Hello! I was hoping if you could do a rivalry fanfic about tony stark x dom male reader maybe? Like if Tony gets into a big fight with male reader and (this might sound a bit basic but whatever 😅) he pins him to the wall and they start a messy make out that might turn into smut? And maybe tony tells male reader that he been having odd dreams like this? ( I’ve never really requested before soo heh😀)

«Hateful Lust» Tony Stark x Dom Rival Male Reader

Word Count: 2,432

Author Note: I… I love you guys so much, I’m not a fan of porn without plot I fucking love plot gives it more character

Btw I literally know nothing about the business world so don’t check me on this and remember English isn’t my first language!!

Warning(s)⚠: Bottom Tony, rough hate sex, porn with plot, blowjob, butt plug,

Tony Stark was the most annoying human being you’ve ever known. While Tony had grown up into the business world, you had built your way to the top and Tony and his entitled personality always managed to get on your nerves.

When you met, it was at a simple business meeting between companies, but it was enough to make you dislike the man.

The entire time he wasn’t taking anything seriously, he kept making jokes and annoying quips, and he wasn’t even paying attention most of the time he just kept flirting with every girl he found attractive enough to his standards… so pretty much every girl in the room.

The worst part is that because of his status in the business world, no one could tell him off or saying anything disrespectful to him, but that didn’t stop your comments about his behavior, you didn’t care what he was capable of you always spoke your mind and criticized him when he needed to be

That was what made him dislike you and that’s where te rivalry all began, it started from petty little comments that were disguised behind your professionalism and only escalated to literally cussing each other out each and every time you were in the same room

As usual, you were invited to a Stark party (probably because Pepper usually wrote the invitations) and although you hated going, you knew it was always a good business opportunity so you decided to go ahead to the party and avoid and ignore Tony Stark as much as possible

But of course, Tony always had this way of making sure that everybody in the room noticed him and it always worked managing to piss you off, you huffed and just decided to walk off and go cool down.

Walking into a random room that looked like an unused office as you were looking around and finally feeling somewhat calm, Tony Stark obviously had to ruin that.

“Hey buddy, long time no see!”

He said in a sarcastic tone and closed the office door behind him and walked up to you

“Hi… Tony.”

You said with an exasperated sigh through your nose, clearly trying and not bite his head off

“Aww, what’s the matter hun? Don’t like me much?” He said teasingly making you grit your teeth, “Who would? Other then the girls you sleep with.” You said coldly to him making him roll his eyes while still smiling

“Well at least all those girls have money to spare,”

Now that made you upset, everyone was aware of your background but you never cared cause you were just as wealthy and powerful in the business world as them and they couldn’t say anything to you but for Tony to say it? It just pissed you off

“At least I earned my own money instead having my daddy help me.” You retorted mockingly

“Why is it that I’m able to get under your skin so easily?” He said smiling, he knew exactly what he was doing

“Cause your so goddamn annoying,” you said with a growl in your voice making him smirk in response as he got even cockier

“Why don’t you just admit it? You wanna kiss me.”

“Excuse you? Why the hell would I want to kiss you?” You scowled in disgust and turned to face him waiting for an answer but you could see that he was clearly enjoying this interaction

“Because your secretly in love with me. Why else would you be so mad?” He said trying to push you further, with that smirk still plastered on his face making you rolls your eyes and scoff,

“Oh fuck off Tony, I doubt anyone could genuinely be in love with you if it wasn’t for your money or looks.” You replied coldly

“So you think I’m attractive?” He asked teasingly looking smug as he spoke, moving closer to you and leaning forward “I bet you think about me before bed, don’t you?” He whispered into your ear, putting his hand flat on your chest and slowly dragging it down your body

“I know I do,” he said in a low voice still whispering to you as his hands moved to your belt gently tugging it before moving it further down to your length

“What do you think your doing?” You said grabbing his hand “Oh be real, we both know you wanna sleep with me.” He said pulling his head away grinning, and a part of you knew he wasn’t wrong

Your mind drifted to all those dreams you’ve had of fucking him so rough into the bed so he could finally learn some manners, when he would interrupt meetings and make those snarky comments you wished you could shut him up by making him deep throat your cock slurring and mumbling the words “I’m sorry,” over and over again

As you were thinking Tony’s hand firmly squeezed your softened cock rubbing it from the outside of your dress pants.

“Your thinking about it, aren’t you? I know you are,” He whispered softly near your lips as he watched your expression shift from him stroking your now hardening length

Having had enough of him teasing you, you pushed him up against the wall smashing your lips against his and kissing him, hard.

Tony kissed back, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his body against yours, his length grinding down on yours.

You lifted Tony up by his thighs making him instinctively wrap his legs around your waist as you slipped your tongue in his mouth, the kiss turning sloppy and messy as your arousal increased.

You don’t even know how long you two were making out when Tony pulled away to catch his breath, resting his head against the wall exposing his neck

You gave him no time to rest as you immediately began marking it all over focusing on his pulse points in a way that left him panting, letting out soft breathy moans, his legs started to shake and get slightly weak.

He was completely lost in the moment, wrapping his arms around you for support as his knees weakened at your increasingly aggressive movements. You set him down only for him to button your shirt and kiss down your chest

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry to which you responded with a simple nod, With a swift motion, Tony dropped to his knees before you, his eyes locked on your now erect length.

His hands gripped your hips as his tongue flicked out to trace along the length of your shaft his mouth enveloped you, his lips forming a tight seal around your cock as he began to suck and bob his head with a rhythm

His tongue danced along your sensitive skin, his warm breath caressing your most intimate area, sensations intensified and the wet heat of his mouth and the suction of his lips was driving you closer to the edge and eagerly taking you deeper into his mouth

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, Tony maintained his relentless pace, eager to milk every last drop. He moaned around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you

feeling the heat pooling inside you burst, you threw your head back as Tony eagerly swallowed, savoring the taste of your essence, sucking and licking to prolong your pleasure until the very last sensation of ecstasy subsided

“Fuck, at least your mouth is good for something when it’s not spitting out absolute filth,” you said in spite making him let out a breathy chuckle as he got back up from his knees “Oh you love it when I’m talking dirty, it’s get you riled up so bad…” he teased rubbing his hands up your chest as he batted the most innocent doe eyes at you

“Oh shut up already,” you said with a groan and pushed him against the wall so his rear end was facing you, he assisted you in removing his pants kicking them off to the side

“Well aren’t you inpatient?” He said cheekily, you dipped your hand down his back and spread his cheeks with your hand, ready to push your fingers in only to find a cold flat surface pressed against his hole, you didn’t even need to look to know exactly what it was

“Seriously Tony?”

He laughed “What? A guy’s gotta be prepared, right?” He said sarcastically and reached his hand around, his fingers gently tracing the edges of the butt plug making you grunt in response as you reached out grabbing the rim and yanked it out in a sudden, rough motion making him let out a startled gasp

His eyes widened a mixture of surprise and pleasure evident on his face “Fuck, I love it when you get all riled up, it’s such a turn-on” he said with a hint of breathlessness evident in his voice and turned around to face you, wrapping his arms around your neck

You lifted him up again like before and pulled Tony down on your cock making his body tense and moan softly, his lips parting in a silent plea for more as his hands moved to grip your shoulders for support and adjusted to your size his body gradually relaxing before he began slowly rocking his hips

You fucked into his sloppy hole, his eyes locked on yours, the desire shining in them as you moved your bodies in sync, each thrust bringing you both closer to a crescendo of pleasure

“Oh come on, at least fuck me like you mean it, don’t tell me your a virgin,” He said cockily even though his body responded eagerly to every thrust, riding the waves of pleasure.

“Says the one clenching around my dick like a needy whore.” You said with malice. The intensity of the moment was only increased by the roughness, the lust, the desire, and the hate between you two creating a powerful intimate bond

Your hands stayed on his ass, using it as leverage to fuck into him further. He arched his back, pressing his ass furthermore against your hands as he moaned

“Is this what you wanted? Is that why you’ve been such a brat?” You could only chuckle as his nails dig into your shoulder and he could barely respond, only throwing his head back “If you could’ve just asked me to put you in your place, I would’ve been happy to give it to you the way I know you’ve thought of,” you whispered in his ear, amplifying your words with deep, sharp, thrusts

He let out a guttural moan and buried his head into the crook of your neck “I’ve been having so many weird dreams about this, about you fucking me just like this…” he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desire which ultimately surprised you but only made you cockier

“Yeah? Is that why you always invite me to these parties that you know I hate? Were you really that desperate for me? Wearing tight fitting clothes all. The. Fucking. Time.” You punctuated every word with a sharp thrust, and he only responded with breathy whimpers into your neck which wasn’t something you’d ever expect from Tony Starj but man did it really boost your fucking ego

You laughed at his reaction and angled your thrusts against his prostate, making sure to hit it roughly and even grind against it which made him let out the throatiest moans you’ve ever heard as you pounded him

He pulled away from your neck to breath but he could barely even catch his breath as you fucked him into an oblivion making his brain fog his thighs trembling around your waist as he did his best to hold on

You, just plain old you, finally defeated the great fucking Tony Stark with your dick, knowing this entire time this is what he wanted, that he’s been dreaming of this, enticing you on purpose, he wanted you to hate him enough to the point where you felt the need to put him in his place, and there was only one more thing for you to do in order to have him completely under your hand

You fucked him purely to chase your release, not caring for his as your hips snapped against his ass relentlessly, making him scream out strings of moans with every sharp thrust before slowing down and finally spilling your load inside his messy puckered hole leaving him an almost adorable drooling mess

You pulled out watching as cum trickled out with your satisfied smile only widening from the look of him completely dazed with drool dripping down down his chin, as much as you hated him and thought he was the most annoying guy in the universe, your not an asshole

You left him on an office chair for a quick second and came back with tissues and water cleaning him up to the best of your abilities and offering him the water until he got back to his normal state and he was able to get back to his own party

“You really fucked my brains out, huh?” He said, still a bit out of it with a dumb smile plastered on his face as you only scoffed and rolled your eyes at him

“Yeah, yeah, this was only a one time thing, your a real pain in my ass Tony,” you said and he only snickered

“A lot of people say that to me, but we both know eventually you’ll come back for more,” you couldn’t say he was wrong per say, after already fucking him once you wanted to do it again and wipe that cocky ass smirk off of his face but you would never admit that to him

“Whatever, see you at work Tony, and not a word about his to anyone.” You said sternly and he made a locking his mouth gesture and throwing away the fake key and you shook your head at his childish behavior and left he called out after you Nanking sure your the only one who heard over the loud music

“Cal me when you want round two, sweetheart!”

You continued walking off but had to admit you couldn’t actually wait until you fucked him again even wait to bf a bit to see him leave the room a minute later and going back to mingling and flirting at his own party, his own cocky-self restored and although you wanted to again, you decided to go back to your own place… for now.

(Lol, sorry I didn’t know how to end this but I hoped you guys enjoyed! Eat, drink some water, and get some rest my lovelies!)

[whyse7vn]

FOREVER 24 -

[ot7 x reader]

NAMKOOK MONTH!!

8 participants - 8 online

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jin: namjoon be honest are you bald by choice?

namjoon: yes

yoongi: pretty shit choice

jk: namjoons bald?

tae: cancer :/

jk: OMG???

y/n: that’s not funny tae

tae: not cancer

jk: oh…

jimin: why do you sound disappointed

namjoon: why wouldn’t it be by choice

yoongi: cuz it’s a shit choice idk

jin: was wondering if tae shaved ur hair off by accident or something

namjoon: why would that ever happen

jk: why would you choose to be bald?

namjoon: it’s hot

y/n: hot as HELL

hobi: drop it like hot

namjoon: i hate summer

y/n: wait

jimin: we’re talking about temperature btw

hobi: not the seventeen song?

y/n: not namjoon?

tae: i’d get him pregnant if i could

y/n: 🙏🏽

jin: what

tae: i’m a man full of love

yoongi: full of shit

tae: some say i over love actually

i overlove

i overthink

i overfeel

❤️

jimin: you underbathe

jk: i love to bathe

hobi: it doesn’t show

y/n: i have to dress jungkook everyday so he doesn’t embarrass me

jin: that’s sad

yoongi: why would the way he dress effect you

y/n: we live in the same house if i let him dress himself some people might suspect child neglect

jk: neglect

namjoon: the worst part about it is that you let her jungkook

tae: what have i told you about standing up for yourself kookie

jk: i enjoy it actually

tae: stop talking

you can’t keep embarrassing me like this

jk: i’m sorry

tae: if you were sorry you would change

jk: i will change

for you i’ll always change

jimin: get a room?

hobi: is it not jungkooks birthday today?

jk: happy birthday 🎂 💜

oh that’s me lmao

jin: idiot

y/n: it’s tomorrow

jk: when she knows ur birthday 😍

tae: when’s mine lol

namjoon: are we having a party?

yoongi: not coming

jimin: let’s have it at yoongi’s place

yoongi: what

can you not read??

y/n: we can have a sleepover party!!!!

that would be so cute

tae: super cute!!

it would also be cute if you told me when my birthday was loool

jin: give up

i’ll bring drinks

namjoon: i can do snacks

jimin: NO YOU WONT

last time you were on snacks you brought us a whole load of plant based crackers

hobi: i can be snack man

y/n: i can decorate yoongi’s place a bit before

yoongi: wtf is wrong with you all

when i don’t open the door to any of you

y/n: i have a key?

yoongi: you do?

y/n: don’t act like you didn’t know

yoongi: idk what ur talking about

that’s pretty scary actually

jimin: get a room pt 2?

tae: let me in the room lol

when was i born @y/n

jk: all of this for me 🥺🥺

jimin: don’t flatter urself i just want to drink

hobi: what about a cake??

namjoon: i can get one

tae: you can just say the month i was born forget the date lmao

jin: how old is he turning?

jk: 26

jimin: 25???

hobi: i thought he was 23?

namjoon: i think it’s 24

yoongi: 1

y/n: he’s been 24 for like 5 years in a row

jin: somone google it

actually nvm i don’t care enough

namjoon just gonna put 24 on the cake

jk: is it a surprise party?

yoongi: are you stupid?

jimin: yes now close ur eyes ok?

jk: ok

hobi: there’s no way

y/n: jungkook…

yoongi: he is stupid

tae: i’ll give you a hint it ends in ember

namjoon: tae shut up

y/n go tell jungkook to open his eyes

jimin: here comes the fun police guys

y/n: sir yes sir 🫡

tae: lol i’m into that

hobi: tae got a really round head

tae: WTF NO I DONT

my head is perfect

jin: no because i was thinking the same thing it’s BIG as hell too

tae: ur wrong

if anything

yoongi’s head is CRAZY ngl

yoongi: why the fuck did you word it like that

y/n: yoongi and tae fucking omg???

jk: plot twist

jin: look who opened his eyes

jk: it’s me lol

he’s talking about me

cuz my eyes were closed

jimin: we know

hobi: open your eyes - 7th sense nct u

y/n: neo got my back 💚

tae: whose neo why is he touching ur back

is this consensual???

can he fight??

namjoon: you all are getting to old to be acting like this still

hobi: wdym jungkook is only 24?

jimin: maybe he’s talking about jin

jin: BACK OFF NAMJOON UR BALD

namjoon: i’m so tried

jk: i bet ironman is tired rn

yoongi: didn’t he die??

jk: you can be tired in heaven as well yoongi

jimin: beyoncé probably tired rn but she still looks pretty what’s ur excuse namjoon

hobi: bald people can’t be pretty

tae: about to cook guys wish me luck

yoongi: kys

tae: what

jk: keep yourself safe?

yoongi: kill yourself

tae: i’m gonna ignore you

y/n: jungkook shake ass on tiktok

jimin: ew

jk: ok

jin: you literally have no backbone jungkook

jk: ummm yes i do

i am no worm

namjoon: 😕

hobi: if she told you to jump off a cliff would you

yoongi: pls

jk: who

y/n: jungkook jump off a cliff

jk: what cliff

where is it

i’ll do it

jimin: not surprised

hobi: i think every year he decreases in age

jin: that makes a lot of sense

tae: i just deep fired an apple

y/n: why

tae: stay tf out my business

y/n: i hope you never see happiness

namjoon: what time is the party btw?

yoongi: never

jk: happy birthday 💜

hobi: we ride out at dawn

tae: should i bring deep fired apples

jin: i don’t even fuck with you all i won’t lie

y/n: do you think nct will perform for us

tae: sausage fest woah

yoongi: there is something really fucking wrong with you

tae: me and ur mother be fucking lol

yoongi: he’s not invited

someone kick him

nvm i’ll do it

yoongi kicked tae from "namkook month!!"

jk: do you think fish get lonely when they’re alone

jin: you think fish have kinks?

hobi: what if fish were behind the titanic crash

jk: what if they were in front of it

y/n: wow that’s insane

jk: ikr sometimes you have to think outside the box

jimin: you think outside the box constantly!

hobi: bro thinks outside the triangle 💀💀

jin: what does that even mean

jk: thanks guys!!!

namjoon: i asked a question

y/n: are we in school rn?

jin: yk i love a good bit of role play 🙈

yoongi: isn’t it better without him

jin: who’s him?

yoongi: exactly

jimin: i’m him

y/n: i could throw up

jk: do you know the muffin man?

namjoon: can we decide on a time pls

jk: OMG

what if we all just show up and see if we’re all in sync with each other

namjoon: that’s stupid

yoongi: i agree i’m not mentally connected to you guys in anyway shape or form

y/n: yoongi’s lying we talk telepathically all the time

jk: YOU DO???

jimin: ….

hobi: i agree with jungkooks idea

wow

never thought i would say that

wow…

sorry give me a minute guys

jk: take all the time you need bro

yoongi: he just insulted you

jk: WHO?????

jimin: i’ll be there at 6

PM btw

jk: i don’t think you understand what we are doing jimin

ur not supposed to tell us

jimin: stop talking to me

namjoon: 6 ok

fucking finally

y/n: dw jk jimin’s a bit yk…

jk: ohhhhh ok

i’m sorry jimin

6 sounds like a plan wink wink lol

jimin: never fucking wink wink lol at me again you rat

hobi added tae to "namkook month!!"

yoongi: do you hate me

hobi: sorry he wouldn’t stop calling me

i don’t like being harassed

tae: hiii guys did you miss me

yoongi: no

yoongi left "namkook month!!"

jin: if i was to ever pass out it would go like this

heLLLLOOOPPPP

HELPPPP ME PLSS

ITS ALL FADING TO BLACK

HELPPPPP 😩😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😨

GASP

HELP

🫨🙄😵‍💫😵 (that’s my eyes rolling to the back of my head btw)

now i’m passed out £2!2£2&:&&;&;&;&;&;&,&;&;;;8;&&:&&:8:88;87,7,7,£,£,£;&;&;&,7,7,7,77,7,8;&:,&,&&,&,&,&,&,?&,&&?&&&,&,&,&:7,7,7,7;77;£,£;7££;£,,£,7,7,7,&&,&,,’cmnnmmmm98828:&,&,&,&,&:&,&,&,&,£,£,£,£,

and scene

jk: wow that was really good

it really felt like you passed out

jimin: wish you would pass out for real

jimin left “namkook month!!”

hobi: i don’t think it’s healthy that after one conversation everyone just ends up leaving the gc…

namjoon left “namkook month!!”

tae: no but fr who is namkook and why is it their month what a selfish bitch

y/n left “namkook month!!”

hobi: nvm i get it

hobi left “namkook month!!”

tae: lowkey i think you might be the problem jungkook…

jk: you think so?

tae: yeah lol

jk: why can’t you be the problem?

tae: why would i be the problem?

jk: i can’t always be the problem

tae: you seem to make it work

jk: ur not invited anymore

tae: what

jk: to the party

don’t come

ur uninvited

tae: don’t say things you’ll regret jungkook

whose gonna bring the deep fired apples if i don’t come??

jk: i’ll make it work

like i always do

this is goodbye taehyung

bye

jk left “namkook month!!”

tae: what the fuck

—

happy jk day !! clearly this was written yesterday lmao

[gluion]

somebody ➵ ji changmin

you needed somebody to give you what you crave. will you allow changmin to be that for you?

requested by @sungbeam for the song "somebody" by keshi

genre/warnings ➵ smut, afab reader, porn no plot, petnames (baby), slight dom!changmin, changmin is trying to prove to you that you're all he needs, reader is very much insistent on denying that they need him, no explicit consent was used (consent is sexy btw!), use of your vibrator (though he doesn't let you cum with it), hickeys, making out, nipple play, unprotected sex (yes there is p in v action! please wrap it up), dirty talk, cum eating (reader's end), no aftercare since the ending is kind of abrupt, not edited because i kind of hate rereading the smut i write... apologies

word count ➵ 3.2k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @vernyangel

a/n ➵ surprise! fulfilling my first request since i first opened it!! i hope you enjoy it beam!! i know i said to expect it at the end of this week but smth possessed me... i'm not sure if it's great because i'm also getting used to writing smut </3 but i still hope you enjoy it!! let me know your thoughts :DD for the other readers: if you enjoyed this, always make sure to reblog (even if it’s on your tbr </3)!

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They say that any decisions made after 2:00 a.m. are ones made to set you up for the worse. All rational thought seems to leave someone’s brain when the clock’s hand strikes that number. And all events that occur after that time are ones people tend to regret, rethinking their choices and the situation they’re placed in as soon as the next day comes. 

You are well aware of the curse. Your friends have been victims of the supposed curse, making choices that will give them another story that will gather laughs or scowls from others. And you end up becoming the one person your friends call before they make these stupid choices—the one person who has to knock sense into your friends whether they may be in an intoxicated state or not.

But it’s embarrassing enough that while you usually take the position of knocking some sense around this time of the night, you find yourself in the same position your friends seem to always be in—lips interlocked with the guy you should have no connection with.

The smell of him has your brain turning into putty. This could all be due to the later hours of the day; you’re probably only making these impulsive decisions because you’re deprived of sleep. But being in this hazy state intensifies how his hands feel as they venture all over you.

As soon as his lips leave yours, he notices how insistent you are in keeping your eyes closed. The idea of you refusing to meet eyes with him out of pure shame has him chuckling. “Come on, now. There’s no need to be shy,” he mumbles before letting his lips move to the side of your neck. His hands find their place on your hips, holding you against your bedroom door. 

You feel the way he sucks on the skin, and it’s one you can never find the right words to describe how it makes you feel. Call it blissful, pleasurable, or gratifying—all you know is that it’s sinful to feel all this just because of him.

“I’m sure that there’s a reason why you let me in your dorm,” he says as he stops littering your neck with hickeys. As you feel his breath fan over the wet marks, you cannot help but shudder at the sensation. “I’m sure I made it clear about what I wanted from you since you saw me standing by your door.”

You shake your head. “No, I didn’t.” Your attempt to defend your pride is almost pathetic—one that even has you cringing at the sound of it. In no way did it sound convincing but you needed to do anything and everything to protect your ego.

A chuckle leaves his mouth. And the hands that held you against your door maneuvered you away from it. Your eyes snap open, finally taking sight of the man who seems to know what you crave. The smirk on his lips has your blood boiling. “That’s not true.” And before you could protest, his lips find their place on yours.

The way he tugs on your bottom lip has your knees going weak, providing him an advantage to knock you down to your bed—the same one where you find yourself dreaming about him marking you up in every spot possible. Between you and this bed held secrets you were afraid to ever admit to anyone.

Even in the hours you would never allow Changmin to touch you as you were capable of making rational decisions, thoughts of him occupied every corner of your mind—from the way he would leave your lips all bruised from the way he kisses you all the way to how he had you moaning his name into the crook of his neck while he whispered nothing but profanities and dirty secrets that had you creaming around him.

As you two lay down on your bed, his hands tugged on the hem of your shirt. He parts away from you, leaving you both breathless. “Don’t forget that I know all about you,” he points out before another smirk shows up on his face.

Before you know it, he removes your shirt off of you, your bare chest now exposed to him. And when one of his hands finds its place on your boobs, you cannot help but whine at the way he gropes you, fingers playing with your nubs.

“I never forget, baby.” The way he whispers the pet name has you wanting to kick him out. He shouldn’t call you that, ever, for it should only be reserved for ones you’re in a relationship with. And in no way are you and him together. But god, these hours hold power over you—you never tell him to stop.

His hands continue to fondle your chest and you bite on your bottom lip to hold back any moan—any sound—from leaving you. But you cannot help but let your eyes flutter close. If Changmin didn’t know your body better than you do, maybe then it would be easier to reject all his offers.

“There’s no need to hold back those pretty sounds of yours. I know all of it, remember?” He leaves a kiss on the space of your cheek that’s close to your ear. “But I have a question for you: Were you expecting to meet with someone else by your door?”

When you shake your head, he chuckles against your ear. “I don’t believe you.” Your eyes snap open at his claim. He moves away from the side of your face so that he can look directly at you.

“Something tells me that you were trying to ring up your other hookups. From the way you were dressed up when you answered the door,” his face gets close to yours so that your noses touch. And with his breath fanning so closely over your mouth, you cannot help but hold yourself from breathing. “It’s almost like you wanted someone to fuck you then and there.” The way he whispers such profanities has you sucking in your breath. 

You really weren’t expecting to meet with anyone—not even when Lee Juyeon from your general mathematics class messaged you an hour ago. Although his message did say that he was interested in doing some “homework” with you, you were capable of reading between the lines after all the instances you two couldn’t help but make out.

But the reality is that you two never went further than groping each other—you were too preoccupied with thoughts of the man who continues to pleasure you now.

“I really wasn’t going to meet with anyone,” you admit as your eyes almost close from exhaustion and desperation. “I was going to go to sleep until you barged into my dorm.”

Changmin cannot help but laugh. As he sits up with his legs caging you down, he removes his shirt. As soon as he flings his shirt to the side, he allows his chest to be pressed up against yours. You want to gasp at how nice it is to have his skin on yours, but you do your best to make sure your facial expression never changes. 

He lets his hand reach out to your face, cupping your jaw so that you keep your eyes on him. And the question that leaves his lips makes you want to kick him out of your dorm. “Were you really going to go sleep or use that purple vibrator of yours until you passed out?” And you should’ve pushed him off of you—tell him to get out so that you could allow yourself to sleep. But when you try to look away from him, that’s when he knew he had you right where he needed you—you had him right where you shouldn’t need him.

He chuckles and says, “Is that why you let me walk into your dorm? Is that vibrator of yours not enough?” His hand leaves your face before he sits up once more, reaching out for your bedside drawer. 

“No, it’s more than enough,” you argue back, trying hard to not have your hands all over his chest—over his arms, for that matter. But when he’s at eye-level with you once more, you notice the smirk that seems to be etched on his face. And before you know it, he raises your toy so that you can see it. As soon as you gulp at the sight of it, that’s when Changmin knew that his assumptions were right.

Before you can say anything, he pulls your shorts down with one hand, bringing your panties along. Your eyes cannot help but trail to his arm all the way down to his hand that successfully holds your bottoms all crumpled up. And when he examines the garments, he notices a wet patch on your underwear that was formed all from the way he touched you.

He tongues the inside of his cheek as he looks back and forth between the garment and you. As soon as he flings away your bottoms to the side, he uses that same hand to reach down to the area where you shouldn’t need him. But as soon as his fingers make contact with your folds, you cannot help but arch your back in instinct. It’s embarrassing to want him carnally.

Changmin’s fingers prod their way into your pussy. The way you bite on your bottom lip to hold back any moans is what has him chuckling. “There’s no need to hold back. I’ll give it all to you.” His fingers trail up and down, gathering your slick. And now, you were sure you weren’t exhausted, for all the sensations you were feeling were enough to keep you awake until you got what you craved.

Once his fingers leave your pussy, you bite the inside of your cheek so that a whine never leaves you. But as you watch his slick-coated fingers rubbing over your toy, you almost want to pass out from what can be expected next. As he clicks on a button, the toy begins to emit a buzzing sound, vibrating in his hand.

“Let’s see if this toy can really make you cum.”

And before you know it, the toy rests right at your entrance. You let your hands reach to your scalp, holding onto your hair so that you don’t touch him. You wanted to grab your vibrator off his hands just to show him where you needed it to be, but you would never give him the pleasure of watching you get off. And yet, it’s almost as if he reads your thoughts for he brings it upwards, meeting your clit.

The sudden vibration on your nub has you sucking your breath in, your head lolling backward. With how hard you’re biting on your lip, you’re positive that a wound has started to form. “Why don’t you moan for me? We both know you want to.” Changmin’s words have you shaking your head. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. But with how good your toy feels on your clit, you almost find yourself giving into him—just almost.

As you shake your head with your eyes closed, you hear the way he hums. And before you know it, your vibrator goes at a faster speed. Your face scrunches up in pleasure. Now, all you want to do is chase your high until you can finally cum.

“Look at you, all desperate for me.” His words almost sound like he’s making fun of you. But when you let your eyes slowly flutter to look at him, you notice how in awe he is with how you try to chase the feeling. You notice how his eyes trail down from your torso all the way to where the vibrator is found. “Is this how you look like when you fuck yourself until you pass out? God, I need to see you more like this.”

And you shake your head, eyes closing as you try to regulate your breathing. But when his free hand reaches your nipples, you almost pass out. The combined sensations have you breathing heavily, your brain reaching territories of absolutely no rational thought. Now, all you want is for him to be inside you.

The vibration on your clit has you moving your bottom up, aiming to get anything inside you. Somehow, Changmin knew that all the way from how your body was writhing in desperation. And you expect him to set your vibrator to a higher setting or to have his fingers shoved up in your pussy. But when your toy suddenly stops buzzing, your eyes open to only see him smirking.

He sets your vibrator aside before he sits up, his hand leaving your chest. “I’m not letting your first time cumming tonight be from your toy.” He unbuttons his pants as he stares you down. You’re still breathing heavily from all the sensations, but his eyes on you have you wanting to hide away in shame. “There’s no need to hide it, baby. I’ll be the one to satisfy you—to please you.”

As soon as he discards his pants, he lets himself lean forward so that his face is close to yours. With one arm resting on the space near the side of your face, the distance between you two is almost nonexistent—lips so close to touching once more.

“On the nights you need someone to please you, I’ll make sure to be that person for you,” he says as he holds his cock in his hands, his tip meeting your folds as it gathers your slick. “I’ll become that somebody for you—only if you let me.” And his whisper has all rational thought leaving your mind for you cannot help but wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours.

The way his tongue prods against the same of your lips has you parting your mouth slightly open, letting his tongue play with yours. The more he kisses you, the more lightheaded you feel. It almost feels like minutes since you initiated this kiss, and he still has yet to enter you. As soon as you part away from him, you’re about to scold him.

But before you can do so, his cock slowly enters you. The air gets knocked out of your lungs as he slowly enters you little by little, and the way you hold your breath has him chuckling. He lets his face snuggle to the crook of your neck as he leaves kisses all over the space. “Let me all that you need,” he mumbles against your skin. “I know all that you need, so why don’t you let me become that somebody for you?”

And you want to tell him that he’s wrong. You can find someone else who can learn all about what you want—all that you need. But deep down, you know how no one can make you crave something so carnally like he does; no one is capable to have your brain turning into putty just from how they touch you, and; no one can fuck you like he can.

So as soon as you find yourself slightly nodding, he is aware that you have completely allowed him to be the body that you will use—the body that will give you all that you need. And just like that, he thrusts into you. The moans now spill out of your mouth as you let your fingers scratch his back. His cock glides against your ways in a way that your vibrator never will.

“Oh god,” you blubber out accidentally. You can’t believe you let such words leave your mouth for they hold the power to feed his ego. You feel the way he smiles against your neck.

Once his lips move away from your neck, he moves his face so that it hovers over yours. “The way you moan for me is pretty. Do you moan like this for anyone else?”

You stare right at him. “Y-yes.” It’s your attempt to prevent his ego from inflating—to stop him from ever thinking how much of an effect on you. But he sees right through your lie, the smile now bigger on his lips.

“Okay,” he says. “Then I’ll make sure that you never go back to your other fucks.” And just like that, he continues to thrust into you at a faster rate. You throw your head back as more moans spill out of you. And when his tip started to meet the spot that had your toes curling, that’s when you knew you were so close to finally breaking.

With the way you start to clench on him, he looks down to where his length gets lost in your folds. “God, you’re gripping on my cock so tight. You’re going to cum already? But we’ve only just started.” You let your eyes meet his face, and you notice that his eyes are about to flutter close. Just like you, he was getting close to cumming as well.

His thrusts get sloppier. “Don’t worry about who you’re fucking anymore.” You feel yourself teetering on the edge of release. All you needed was something more. And before you can think of what you needed to finally push you to cum, you feel his fingers meet your clit, rubbing it in circles.

You gasp at the sensation. The way his cock enters you all while his fingers rub on the nub of nerves is enough to let you see white. “Cum for me.” And as he chants that set of words, you find yourself creaming all over him. The moan you let out as you cum all over him is sinful. With your face scrunched up in pleasure, he cannot help but feel himself about to orgasm.

Despite how tight your pussy grips his cock, he manages to find a way to move his dick away. Your eyes flutter open to see the way he grips his dick, rubbing it up and down as he tries to enter the same zone you’re in. As you watch the way his hand moves, you cannot help but admire the sight of him getting lost in pleasure—eyes closed as he focuses on the sensation. And before you know it, cum spills out of him as he moans, his release painting your chest.

His free hand rests on your bed as he continues to pump his cock, riding out the orgasm. Once he finished, you notice how his breathing is just as heavy as yours. His eyes flutter open to meet with yours. Once his hand stops holding his length, you notice that his fingers trail to your chest as they gather some of his release. And without a second thought, you let your lips part.

You notice the way his eyes widen at your willingness. Even without his conviction, you were willing to eat his release up. With that, his fingers coated in cum slips into your mouth. And he feels the way your tongue licks his digits up.

Just from the way you lick his cum off his fingers, he feels himself getting lightheaded and his cock growing hard once more. And before you know it, his digits leave your mouth. “Are you ready for round two?”

[gello-strands]

You're incredibly correct about scout btw. There was a poll awhile ago called "which merc is the most trans" and YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO SCORED OVER 30% OF ALL VOTES.

Like cool fine it's just headcanons. But its so annoying to be scrolling through the trans tag on ao3 and almost all the tf2 ones are scout snivelling over whatever made up problem ails him in this particular universe. Gah.

YES THANK YOU. I have zero problem with trans headcanons but when it becomes fully accepted in fanon it makes it insanely hard to find any other interesting takes or opinions on the character other than "he's a trans boy!!"

And most of the time their reasoning for why they headcanon him as trans is "oh he has anxiety and he's the twinkiest of the group!!" And I hate to be that guy™ but why is the most commonly trans character, the youngest and the most conventionally attractive?

Like I mentioned earlier, having Scout largely accepted as trans really closes the door on any other interpretation of his character!! And the way people characterize him as trans is so boring!!

Im sorry if any of you are huge fans of the anxiety-ridden daddy-issues-having twinky little depresso baby boy version of his character, but I absolutely HATE IT!!

I see a lot of people acting like it's a deep and interesting look on his character but in my opinion it really isn't!

Sure, he does get urked when his dad is brought up, and sure he is pretty damn awkward sometimes. But I think his dumbass confidence is fully genuine most of the time!

He has anxiety because of his ego, he doesn't have an ego because of his anxiety.

People really just pull issues out of their ass for an excuse to make him a sad uwu boy. Even in a case where he IS going to lose, he's still the type to be a huge egotistical dick about it!! And I love that about him!!

Now I will say, I don't read much fanfiction myself, but I roleplay quite a bit and I do engage in a lot of general fanworks! And it really bothers me when people so blatantly favor Scout over other characters to the point that everyone else is nothing but a tool for something interesting to happen to their precious pookie bear.

If your going to see Scout as this serious, deep, multi-layered character, then the least you could do is give somewhat of the same treatment to other mercs! Especially spy considering how much of a plot device he can be to Scout!

But in SO MANY CASES. Spy is nothing but a evil mean stinky bad father who is fully 1-dimensional! It fucking sucks! In no way is Spy a good dad, or even a good person. But he really isn't such a heartless asshole as people make him out to be.

ANYWAYS. Yap session over

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hiii i love your writing !!

could you write a tyler joseph x reader where reader knows who tyler is and they get stuck in an elevator together? but she tries not to let on that she knows who he is and they hit it off really well. a little angst maybe?

<333

🍁anon

Elevator - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1464

A/N: hello 🍁 anon! fall is my favorite season so i love ur emoji choice! it's nice to meet you btw :) hopefully u like this! feel free to continue requesting!!

I’d been on holiday for about a week now, halfway through the break I’d quote-unquote “deserved.” I hated being away from my work. It’s part of who I am—it is who I am. But my boss had quite literally threatened to fire me if I didn’t take time off. I’d just come back from dinner at the sandwich place my mom had recommended and was 100% ready for bed. I stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the seventh floor, glad to finally have a moment to myself after a long day of tourist attractions.

Just as the gleaming silver doors were about to close, a tattooed hand slipped through, and they opened again. I knew that tattoo. Three lines across the wrist. I had the closest thing to that tattoo I could get without injecting ink into my wrist—three hair ties placed perfectly around my arm. Regardless, I knew the tattoo and the person attached to it. Tyler Joseph.

My little sister loved his band and would fight me for the aux cord to play their music. Not to mention the several posters of his and that other guy’s face sprung about her room. I froze for a second, recognizing his face almost instantly. I wanted to say hi, I wanted to tell him I liked his music—despite the number of times I complained enough for my sister to turn it off. But I swallowed that thought, determined not to make things weird. I’ve met famous people before; this should have been no different. I pretended not to notice who he was and stared straight ahead.

“Sorry,” he said with a polite smile, pressing the button for the eighth floor.

“No problem,” I replied, my voice steady, though my heart beat a little faster than I’d like.

The elevator began its smooth climb. It was quiet, and I caught myself glancing at him, trying not to be too obvious. He was... just a guy, right? I focused on the numbers lighting up above the doors, reminding myself to keep it together. But suddenly, the elevator shuddered and came to a jerking stop. The lights flickered briefly, and I lost my balance for a second, grabbing the rail for support.

Tyler pressed the emergency button, frowning slightly. “Looks like we’re stuck.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. Just what I needed today.

He let out a breath, leaning against the wall. “Hopefully, it won’t be long.”

I nodded, leaning back as well. It was strange being in such a confined space with him, pretending I didn’t know who he was. But I figured it was better this way—less awkward, less pressure. Still, the silence felt heavy, and I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.

“So,” Tyler said after a moment, breaking the thick silence, “you here for work or vacation?”

I swallowed, my mind still racing from the fact that I was stuck in an elevator with him. “Vacation,” I replied, keeping it short. “Against my will, mostly.”

He chuckled lightly, but there was something distant about his expression, like he wasn’t really here. “Same. Well, kind of. It’s supposed to be a break, but I’m bad at that. I enjoy my work.”

I let out a soft laugh, finding it easier to relate than I thought. “Yeah, same here. I feel like I should be working, even though I’m supposed to be enjoying myself.”

“Funny how that works,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost like he was talking to himself. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting to the floor. “Even when you get time to relax, it’s hard to actually relax.”

I knew what he meant, and there was an odd heaviness in the air, like the conversation was teetering on the edge of something deeper. I wanted to ask—wanted to know what weighed on him—but I stayed quiet, unsure if it was my place.

“I don’t know how to turn off,” I admitted, more to break the silence than anything. “Even now, I feel like I should be doing something productive. It’s stupid, really.”

He didn’t respond right away, his gaze still fixed on the floor as if lost in thought. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, almost weary. “It’s not stupid. I get it.”

There was something in the way he said it, a kind of quiet exhaustion that hit me harder than I expected. For a moment, I forgot who he was—the lead singer of a famous band, the guy whose lyrics my sister screamed at the top of her lungs. He just sounded... tired. And I knew that feeling all too well.

“I guess it’s hard when your work becomes your identity,” I said, not realizing how close to home the words would hit until they were out in the open.

He looked up at me then, something shifting in his expression, like maybe I’d touched on something personal. His lips twitched into a small, tired smile. “Yeah. It’s like... you can’t escape it, even when you try.”

I nodded, feeling a weird, growing connection. But at the same time, I couldn’t shake the tension that was building inside me. Part of me wanted to say more, to let him know I understood—that I knew who he was and why this hit home for him. But that part of me was overruled by the fear of making things weird. He didn’t need another stranger prying into his life.

The elevator remained still, the hum of machinery the only sound for a while. I felt restless, stuck not just in the elevator, but in my own head. Why was I holding back? It wasn’t like he’d care. He probably forgot people the moment they left his sight.

“So,” I started, my voice coming out more hesitant than I intended, “is it... hard for you to, you know, get time off? I imagine you don’t get many breaks.”

Tyler let out a short laugh, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You have no idea.”

I bit my lip, unsure how to respond to that. Something about the way he said it made me think there was more to the story. But again, I wasn’t sure I should push.

“I’m sure it’s not easy being recognized everywhere you go either,” I added cautiously, testing the waters.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was trying to figure out if I really knew who he was or if that was just a passing comment. I could see the shift in his posture, like he was preparing for something—maybe for me to mention his name, to fan out.

“I know you know who I am,” he chuckled under his breath. I let out a sigh of relief. 

“Was it that obvious?”

He nodded, probably used to fans pretending they didn’t know who he was.

“Yeah, but you seem cool,” he smiled. 

“Well, that’s a relief,” I muttered, though I could feel the awkwardness settling in.

But before he could say anything, the elevator suddenly jolted to life, the hum of machinery filling the silence. The floor numbers lit up again, and we began moving.

“Yeah,” Tyler agreed, but he still seemed to be studying me, his expression thoughtful. There was a pause, and then he asked, “So, you said you’re here on vacation. What do you do when you’re not... being forced to take time off?”

I hesitated for a second, then decided there was no harm in telling the truth. “I work in the film industry,” I said. “Mostly behind the scenes—editing, production stuff.”

His eyebrows raised slightly, genuine interest sparking in his tired eyes. “That’s cool. Must be a creative job.”

“Yeah, it’s... intense, but I love it.” I shrugged, feeling a bit more relaxed now that we were back on neutral ground.

The doors dinged, and we reached the seventh floor. As I stepped out, I felt a small tug of curiosity and... maybe something else.

Tyler cleared his throat before I could go. “Hey, I know this is random, but... you seem really cool and I’d love to hear more about your work. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the request. “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”

He smiled—this time a little more genuine—and pulled out his phone. “Could I get your number? No pressure or anything.”

I gave him my number, trying not to think about the surrealness of it all. Once he had it saved, the doors began to close again.

“See you around,” he said with a nod.

And just like that, the doors slid shut, leaving me standing in the hallway, wondering how a simple elevator ride had turned into... whatever this was.

//

REQUESTS OPEN!

[diyakkul]

✩°｡⋆THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU HEADCANONS⸜🎥✮

bc I'm bored and I miss them ♡ (diyakkul on AO3) warning for spoilers ahead??

First thing first: Neteyam and Lo'ak are half latinos!! And they perfectly speak Spanish (Lo'ak has a bit of an accent and Neytiri blames Jake's horrible/broken Spanish he had to learn to speak with Mo'at);

Neytiri never wanted Neteyam and Lo'ak to become actors because she didn't want the media to target them as 'nepo babies' due to her past fame;

Neytiri's choice to stop her actress career was solely hers after marrying Jake— he wanted her to continue;

Neteyam's first acting role was playing a tree in an elementary school musical recital;

Lo'ak was the first one to sign himself as an extra to start his acting career and dragged Neteyam with him;

Jake and Neytiri found out their sons were acting as extras while watching a movie on Netflix:

"Hey, doesn't that guy look like Neteyam?" Asked Jake as they were cuddling on the couch. "That guy is Neteyam!" Neytiri shouted after pausing the movie and studying the guy up close.

Their theatre club teacher was the first person they called when James Cameron sent them the script for Pandora;

Neteyam and Lo'ak bought their 'villa' together;

For Lo'ak was love at first sight when he saw Tsireya sitting in the script reading room;

Tsireya used to be a child model and did a few commercials when she was younger;

Tsireya and Ao'nung grew up together since Tonowari and Ronal are best friends;

Rotxo was already their friend since they attended the same high school for 'rich kids';

Ao'nung is the nepo kid par excellence, his first acting role was in one of Tonowari's movies as his own son, and doesn't care about being called a nepo baby;

Tonowari = Dwayne Johnson/The Rock btw;

Ao'nung *stared* at Neteyam throughout the first reading meeting but was so shy and overawed by his beauty that he forgot to say 'hi' back (the rest is history);

Neteyam was glad he had to switch roles with Lo'ak until he realized his character (Rai'uk) had too many scenes with Ao'nung's (Sahné);

After the switch roles news, Tsireya had to listen to Ao'nung's two-hour-long cheer in their usual nightly FaceTime call (Rotxo pretended to be sleeping);

Lo'ak and Spider used to challenge themselves in 'illegal golf cart racing' between a studio and another until James Cameron caught them;

Rotxo and Kiri had their very first kiss in his dressing room in the middle of the first season recording and had been dating ever since secretly;

Rotxo and Kiri used to share secret notes between one take and another;

Neteyam has never accepted roles in musical movies because he thinks he isn't good enough but he occasionally shares song covers on Instagram;

Among the cast, Tsireya is the one who shares the most moments/photo dumps;

Ao'nung had a secret account just to follow Neteyam before opening his own Instagram account;

Neteyam and Rotxo always read fans' tweets together;

Spider's podcast had to be a joke but too many people started following him, so he went with it;

Kiri will more likely end her acting career after the last season of Pandora because she wants to travel the world and do environmental volunteering work with Grace;

Neteyam sometimes thinks about accepting modeling offers;

Ao'nung's Instagram explore page: South Pacific landscapes, RPG games, Neteyam, surfing stuff;

Ao'nung's house is so big that Neteyam didn't meet his boyfriend's parents until two months after they went back together (Tonowari once opened the door for him and Neteyam couldn't stop praising him for his movies, Ao'nung had to drag him away + he met Ao'nung's mother in the middle of the night while he and Ao'nung were making a late night snack in the kitchen);

Neteyam and Ao'nung's housekeeper are partners in crime;

Neteyam and Ao'nung moved close to Lo'ak and Neteyam's old villa since Tsireya moved in with Lo'ak to be neighborhoods;

Ao'nung felt so betrayed by Rotxo after learning he had actually been dating Kiri for all those years he didn't speak to him for two weeks straight (Neteyam had to intervene);

Neteyam and Ao'nung sometimes like to share cute videos about their daily life or do Instagram lives together;

TMI (+18): Rai'uk and Sahné were switch;

Every time rumors about Lo'ak and Tsireya breaking up spread around the internet, they post a story thumbing their noses;

ENDING HEADCANONS! ♡⋆｡˚

Neteyam will become a director;

Ao'nung will join the cast of a highly successful action movie after a long hiatus after Pandora's fourth season: it will become a franchise, and Ao'nung'll live off that success.

Lo'ak will still do back-and-forth between horror and action movies;

Tsireya will slowly retire from Hollywood's spotlight after founding a cosmetic and haircare brand that will be a worldwide success (girl boss, she actually will make more money than Lo'ak);

Rotxo will eventually join Kiri in her environmental volunteering work around the world, and they will found two sea animal rescue centers: the first in Awa'atlu and the second in California;

Lo'ak and Tsireya are going to have two twins: Raul, a boy, and Lani, a girl;

Neteyam and Ao'nung will be more than happy to just be the funny gay uncles and will adopt two dogs, a French bulldog named Rainé (after Rai'uk and Sahné's ship name, Ao'nung's choice) and a beagle named Coco (Neteyam wanted to call him Cacao but 'caca' is still the only thing Ao'nung knows in Spanish and laughed too much);

Kiri and Rotxo were fine being the rich uncle&aunt couple until Kiri found out she was pregnant in one of their trips to Awa'atlu, they'll end up having a girl named Raina.

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

danganronpa v3 chapter 3 pre-investigation running commentary (writing down my thoughts live as i had them):

all that kaito and maki stuff i'd heard about prior to playing the game? i get it now, i've finally reached the bulk of the content. it's cute. the bright sunshiney guy dragging the murder girl around and making her be involved even when the rest of the group wants to shut her out - this is a recipe for ship success

i remember awhile back being like "is the vibe of this ship 'aw he's the first person that's ever been truly nice to her'?" and i was close. it seems like the vibe is more accurately "aw he's the first person to ever truly believe in her." that line of thinking is gonna go a long way in breaking down her mask that he CONSTANTLY talks about and getting her to trust him. yeah this is the good shit right here, i'm into it

i do wonder what these people are thinking watching me come into their labs and tear apart the entire room looking for money

the fourth floor music is so funky and strange, i love it

tenko flipping shuichi onto his back and then doing the EXACT same thing to himiko is the most i've respected her this entire game. finally, some equal rights. and her treating himiko semi-normally

sooo...miu and keebo were definitely having robot sex, right? do we all agree that that was robot sex that i witnessed? that was uhhh charged and dirty and i felt i shouldn't be listening. shuichi is definitely not beating the pervert hat allegations by fucking spying on them during that oml

maybe now that they're fucking this means miu and keebo will unionize together against kokichi's bullying. they could certainly use the help from teaming up. i feel like kokichi has been targeting those two specifically. (and also maki, but i don't think maki is worried about him lol)

i may be playing this game as shuichi, but i'm pretty sure kaito is actually the main character of this story lol, he's certainly acting like it

tsumugi calls herself "just plain" like WAY too much. i'm getting suspicious

god damn it when am i going to see MY ultimate lab? i want to see my moody detective lab!! where the fuck is it?? on the damn roof???

actually now that i think about it that's probably where kaito's lab is. btw there is nothing i want to see more than the astronaut lab, that's gotta be beautiful and trippy af. tbh i'm hoping it's just decked out in galaxy patterns

so as of this chapter there are 6 labs left to be uncovered: shuichi's, kaito's, keebo's, kokichi's, tsumugi's, and poor dead rantaro's (whatever rantaro's might be). kaito's has gotta be on the roof, and i'm pretty sure kokichi's is the mysterious black and white checkered door on the first floor that i can't open (matches his scarf). there's some empty space out in the courtyard so i think one of the remaining ones will appear out there. i think someone's might be hidden past that weird scroll on the fourth floor? and at least one of the remaining ones will be on the roof/top floor with kaito. guess i'll have to wait for a future chapter to see those

miu is already getting horny toward me in like her second free time event, and if i get her the bondage boots that are currently available at the casino i think that may be a one-way ticket to her fucking me

when i approached tenko during free time she was standing on one of the pillars in her dojo which was way funnier to me than it should've been

every time i talk to gonta but don't spend free time with him i feel so horribly guilty

what's going to stop me from just spending all of free time endlessly walking about the school gathering money?

answer: the 999 coin limit apparently

noooooooooooo my beloved keebo got brainwashed!!! keebo snap out of it!!! noooooo!!!!!!!!!!

i wanna know how angie does her brainwashing. she got tenko who hates her, and then she somehow managed to brainwash a robot which i'm very curious about

doing the "man's fantasy" scene immediately after the student council atua scene felt very clashing and jarring lol

shuichi is DEFINITELY not beating the pervert hat allegations after uhhh watching the girlies change in the locker room???? uhhhh dude wtf. if miu knew i'd done this AND walked in on her sexy time with keebo she'd never let me hear the end of it

i'm worried about kaito, he's been acting very strange ever since the formation of the "student council." since he's a very vocal leader, did angie, like, poison him to keep him out of her way???

maki will hang out with me now???? dude i was so shook i changed my free time plans. i usually hang with keebo but i didn't want to spend time him while he was brainwashed, so i hung with maki instead and gave her boba tea. emos need to stick together. side note: does kaito have a type? i'm pretty sure shuichi and maki were cut from the same cloth lol

does maki ring the doorbell incessantly exactly like kaito? lmao that's cute

i knew we weren't done with rantaro, there are too many unanswered questions about him

lmao nice reference to junko and mukuro. suspiciously meta

kokichi bringing up that rantaro might've been working with the mastermind and they let him get killed on purpose is a fascinating possibility

so we're killing angie, right? we're all in agreement that we're killing angie? she sucks, and that's the most efficient way to stop this brainwashing

this resurrection ritual is most definitely a trap. it's going to require sacrificing someone and/or backfire and lead to someone dying

i want the kaito monopad theme, because the purple theme is so aesthetically pleasing to me. but it costs so many casino dollars, which means i am going to sit here playing salmon fishing until i go insane. brb

we did it, gang. we made miu fall in love with me

i have been pursuing free time events with 3 people this playthrough: kaito, keebo, and miu. keebo and kaito have kind of been locked out for the latter part of the chapter bc keebo is brainwashed and kaito is mysteriously ill, so that led to me to fast-tracking my miu events, and i've got 5 fragments and her skill. additionally i've hit the bullseye gift-wise, i think i've given her top tier gifts every single time, so i like to believe she's extra in love with me

shuichi doesn't really seem to care all that much about miu's feelings for him, other than to remark "that's a bit over the top. but i'm glad we're bonding!" miu admitted her love and said we're going on a date when we get out of here, and shuichi was like "k cool whatevs." the feelings are not requited on shuichi's part lol. i guarantee you if this was kaito shuichi would be all 😍😍😍

why did she give me her underwear tho? i am uncomfy about this. miu is the only person it makes sense would give me her underwear. is this what everyone gives you at the end of getting all their fragments?? someone plz tell me if i'm on track for acquiring kaito's and keebo's underwear in the future

i was over here concerned that someone had poisoned kaito but it turns out he was so afraid of ghosts it made him sick to his stomach lmao kaito plz

aw kaito got cute nicknames for maki now?? yeah she's absolutely gonna fall in love with him and hate herself for it. he's definitely already got it bad for her but there's no way he's aware of it yet, he's just treating her like this on instinct lol

i knew tenko wasn't actually brainwashed! that hadn't made sense to me, she hated angie way too much to willingly go along with her plans like that

the second himiko said "i've been calling to her but she won't come to the door" i said to myself "oh she's dead in there"

bro is kokichi following me around? he popped up out of nowhere to unlock the door. i get the feeling he's a little obsessed with me, but he's also a little shit and i don't trust him

well, i say that, but he was actually among the people whose opinion i trusted the most once the student council started asserting their will. i tend to trust people who aren't brainwashed ya know

my reaction to learning that angie was dead:

can't say i'm that upset about it, she sucked tbh. now can we get to unbrainwashing the rest of the council? because i need my boys keebo and gonta back. and like tsumugi and himiko too i guess, but like whatever i sincerely do not care about either of them. but i need keebo returned to me i miss him and seeing him brainwashed is breaking my damn heart

[sniigura-archive]

come see inside my heart (1)

spencer reid x fem! reader

Summary: You’re rehabilitated! You swear on it! So, when a serial killer turns up, with the same killing method as you, it threatens everything you have worked not-so hard for.

tw/cw: CANON TYPICAL VOILENCE AND THEMES! This chapter is mild but! Further chapters will deal with mature topics, read at your own risk! I am not responsible for you guys. I take no critism btw

Read on AO3 for better formatting + tagging. Enjoy.

This isn’t Spencer´s scene. He knew it, his team knew it, and so did the woman and men who approached him. A successful caught criminal means a night out at a bar, or club in this scenario. Usually he could handle it, the people, the sounds, the overstimulation of his senses.

Sadly, today was a bad day, where everything was just a bit too much. So he excused himself to the restrooms, but he just ended up going through the back door, into an alley. It was dirty, with trash everywhere, but it was better then being inside right now. Spencer planned to be alone, for like 10 minutes to recharge and try again.

But, well, he wasn’t alone. A girl was crouching on the floor. Her arms over her knees, hiding away her face.

“I’m sorry… are you in need of assistance? Are you hurt?” Spencer carefully asked.

The girl lifted her head up, looking right at him with cold eyes. He wishes she was just looking at him, it felt like he was being looked right into. She was unraveling him, simply with her eyes. His soul was laid bare before her.

“…No, sorry if I scared you. I’m just trying to recharge my social battery.” Her hands rubbed over her forehead. She still made no move to get up.

Spencer carefully nodded, a small voice told him if he said the wrong thing, or made the wrong move that she would leave. He doesn’t want her to leave.

“I can relate to that, that’s why I also came out here.” Spencer said, he then tried to casually lean against the wall behind him. Once he came in contact with the wall, he felt it crumble under him. He quickly pulled away and wiped away the dirt from his cardigan.

And even though Spencer hates dirt, and he knows he will have to bleach his clothes and himself once he get’s home, he thinks it’s worth it. Simply because you giggled at him. He looked at you, still on the ground, but your lips were pulled into a grin. He couldn’t help but smile at you back.

“I thought you looked like a smart guy, guess I was wrong.” Your tone was teasing, and the playful insult causes him to blush in embarrassment.

“Yeah, well…Uhmm…Yeah..” And usually Spencer was quick with his words, his brain constantly on overdrive. And he could easily come up with some witty respond. His problem right now? The intense eye contact you guys held. Spencers only salvation was looking away. He took a deep breath and finally spoke,

“Well, actually I have three Phds and an IQ of 187. You tell me if that makes me an smart guy.”

“Three? Dude, how old are you?” You looked at him with big eyes.

“24.” At his answer you looked even more shocked, “Do I look that old?” He tried to tease you.

“No! No, its just I am 26 and I am not even close to three Phds, or an IQ of 187. I’m kind of envying you right now.” You slowly stood up, shaking out your legs.

“I also have eidetic memory.” You looked at him with confusion, “It’s, uh, commonly known as an photographic memory.”

“Now you’re just bragging. But being able to remember everything? That’s something I don’t envy. I love my mind for being able to repress things.”

“It’s true, it’s not always…easy. It’s very practical though in my line of work.” Spencer shifted from one leg to the other. Speaking to people wasn’t his forte, especially ones in his age rage who he was attracted to.

“Oh? What’s your occupation?” You tilted your head slightly to the side, looking him up and down.

“I work for the FBI, in the, uh, Behavioural Analysis Unit.” Spencer cleared his throat, trying to shake off his nervousness. He can talk to serial killers, but one pretty girl leaves him speechless.

“Wow! A doctor and agent? You are really an high achiever.” Spencer laughed slightly at your words, “Yeah, my name is Spencer Reid, by the way.”

You told him your name and stretched out your hands towards him. “Uhm, actually, did you know its safer to kiss then to shake hands? Yeah! It’s because of the-“

“Well, let’s kiss then.” You giggled at his stuttering, and the blush coating his cheeks and ears, “I’m just kidding! Unless..” Tip toeing towards him, you leaned your shoulder against the wall, looking right at Spencers side profile. He turned his head towards you, not wanting to miss a secound of looking at you.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands were starting to sweat.

“Can I have your number?” Spencer helplessly blurred out. Hopefully you were as interested in him as he was in you.

“Ah, I don’t think you will actually like me..” You trailed off, but still smiled at him.

“Why? You can’t know that.”

“Hmm, I do know, sadly. I’m not really…a good person, you know? I’m probably on some kind of watchlist.” You looked away from him, your finger was playing around with your lips.

“No way! I don’t believe you.” Spencer tried to convince you otherwise. In his head, he knew that this was a warn sign from you. Either you suffered from low self esteem, were not interested in him and tried to shake him off, or you were telling the truth. Please, be a liar. “What terrible thing did you commit?”

You hummed, your face losing its smile and you spoke in a whisper, “I’m a serial killer.”

Spencer’s blood ran cold at your words, he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. But his question was quickly answered, because you started laughing, “You should have seen your face! For legal reasons I was joking, obviously.” You bumped your shoulder against his and made your way back to the door. “Bye bye, doctor Reid, you might get my number the next time we meet.” And with that you disappeared inside.

His saving grace was Morgan calling him, asking if he fell down the toilet or something. Spencer hurried back inside, the whole night he didn’t see your face again.

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You always meet someone twice. Spencer could curse whoever came up with that phrase, but well. He also cursed himself. Wishing to meet the pretty stranger from last week shouldn’t be too much to ask for. But, with his bad luck, it is apparently.

Spencer got what he asked for, he met you again. Sadly, under bad circumstances. While he daydreamed about sitting across from you at a dinner, he didn’t really expect to see you sitting in the interrogation room at the DC police station. While he could see you through the glass, you weren’t able to see him.

Hotch and Gideon stood beside Spencer, looking into the room, studying you, “She won’t crack, she didn’t when she was 16 and she sure won’t now at 26.” Gideon said into the silent room, Hotch nodded his head.

“We still have to try, we have no other choice.” Hotch replied in his usual even tone.

Gideon looked at the file in his hand, he then made his way inside to you. He sat himself across from you and sighed, “Weren’t you supposed to keep out of trouble?”

“…I do.” Your voice was stable, your hand was playing around with your handcuff.

“Yeah? Well, it doesn’t look like that to me.” With that Gideon opened the file and put the pictures of the crime scenes on the table. Only catching a glimpse of the content of the pictures, you turn your head away to the wall. Spencer was able to catch you grimacing.

“Yikes, want me to pass out?”

“There is no blood in those pictures. Take a look at them.”

Slowly, you turned your head back towards Gideon, avoiding looking at the table. With a deep sigh you looked at the pictures, Your brows were furrowed, studying the pictures, or more like trying to, because after a few seconds you started gagging and quickly turned them around, so you didn’t have to see them again.

“What the hell does this have to do with me?”

The pictures weren’t even gruesome, for the standard of the FBI. It were simple corpses, no guts, blood, or even visible bruises.

“Where were you last Tuesday, from 8PM to 11PM?”

“…I was at home?”

“You have any witnesses?”

“Yeah, actually. We have cameras all around and inside the house. My car and phone are also both being constantly tracked. Don’t worry, Jason, I can’t make a step without everyone knowing.” And with that you leaned against your chair, your arms crossed across your chest. You were shutting down.

Gideon noticed this and got up, knowing this was as much as he could get. He joined the other men on the other side of the glass.

The team was depriving with the police department, on what next steps they should take.

“The Heart, known for his obsession with blood. It is actually an unsolved case in the FBI, the Heart was active from 2010 to 2013 and seemingly stopped his killing abruptly. The profile which was established back then was of a white male, in his 20’s to early 30’s, someone who was charismatic and worked in the medical field. What’s really interesting about this case is the time frame, or more like the time in which the kills committed. Usually, serial killers evolve, the time between kills becomes less and less, the need for a high rising. With this one here, the time frame between the kills becomes more, as if the killer is seemingly lost interest.” Spencer rambled on.

“That’s great and all, but what does this have to do with the girl we took into custody? I know her Daddy, and I’m afraid he will come in here raise Hell soon. Do we even have any evidence.” A random police officer called into the room.

“We are aware that our current custodee seems innocent, but we have reasons to believe that she is in fact the Heart killer. We just…weren’t able to prosecute her. This may change now. We can hold someone in custody without evidence for 48 hours, I advise that was use the time wisely.” Aaron said, establishing dominance. The team was aware that the police officers were antsy, convincing them to take you into custody was hard enough.

Their job was just about to become harder, because two men entered the police department.

“Tell me a good reason on why I shouldn’t sue you and your whole bloodline.” One of the men spoke angrily.

“Sir, do you know where your daughter was last Tuesday from 8PM to 11PM?” Gideon calmly asked the upset father, “She claims to have been at home. Can you support that statement?”

“I don’t have to, we have cameras at our hose. We can check right now, if you want to. The video files are uploaded to our cloud.” The father carefully phrased, not wanting to incriminate his daughter any further. He made eye contact with the other man, a lawyer, who nodded his head.

This was a quick process, the video files were send to Garcia and she checked for any kind of manipulation.

“Well, depending on who hears this, it’s either good or bad news. The alibi is waterproof, no! It’s bulletproof. Not even for last Tuesday, but for all the murder times. On the day she wasn’t home, you can easily track her to the campus library, where they have video surveillance. So, yeah, not our guy…gal.”

“Thanks, Garcia.” With that Hotch ended the phone call. He looked at the projection of you in your home in one video, in the next it’s set in the library. He really hoped this would be an easy wrap up.

“What if she has a partner?” Morgan threw into the room, wanting to nothing more then to send you away for life.

“No. She keeps to herself and seems to be introverted.” Hotch answered. “We have no other choice but to let her go. Reid, release her. This doesn’t mean we won’t keep an eye on her, of course.” With these words Hotch left the room, probably sharing the news with the other law enforcement members.

Spencer made his way to you, keys in his hand. He opened the door, and took his time studying you without the glass separating you both. It was the middle of the night, you simply wore a tank top and shorts, sleep wear. Across your legs and arms were countless bruises, some old and some new. Scars lined your skin, some on your neck, those were small and delicate. Others were an your arm, your wrists, your thighs. Of course, the mandatory knee scars from being a kid weren’t missing. And Spencer would nearly miss it, if he wasn’t painfully familiar with them.

Small, circular scars on your arm. Old track marks. They were scarred over and there was no bruising, a good sign.

You didn’t bother looking at who came through the door, your house being raided in the middle of the night kinda ruined your mood. All you want to do is sleep. For once in your life, you were innocent!

Spencer walked towards you, he then carefully unlocked your handcuffs. Looking up, you saw the cute guy from the club. You kinda missed him.

“I didn’t do it.” You quickly said, not knowing what else to do.

“…I know.” Spencer spoke quietly, your alibi saved you. “The, ah, victimology doesn’t fit at all, the Heart killed at random while this one, while using the same killing method, has a specific victim type.”

“Yeah, girls who look like me. Just because I’m squeamish as hell, doesn’t mean I can’t make the obvious connection.”

This is embarrassing for Spencer, because truthfully, he didn’t make the connection. Yet. Maybe he should look for a different career path. Once your hand was free, you massaged your temples. You left the room and walked into the police station, the officers looked uncomfortable. Spencer followed you.

“…It might be a copycat. The killing methods and Victimology suggest that it’s an obsessive fan. Have you noticed anyone following you recently? Or a constant feeling of being watched?” Spencer couldn’t help but ask you, any information is good information. And any attention from you is good attention.

You turned towards Spencer, looking up at him. He could feel the anger radiating off you.

“Or, unpopular opinion, I also didn’t commit the first murders and it’s the true killer returning. Ever thought of that, Phd boy? I was just accused of murder back then! Without any evidence! Why is there no evidence? Because I’m innocent! Just because your fucking senior over there used his what? Magic super powers of reading fucking body language? Get fucked, honestly.” You turned away from Spencer completely, choosing to only look at your father.

“We are…Sorry for the inconvenience, the profile just fit and we didn’t think it through. Life’s are at stake here, and you did commit a murder.” Hotch tried to defuse the tense atmosphere, the team knew that the police officers were very sceptical towards the BAU. This could ruin any relationship and progress they made.

“You call it murder, the Judge and I call it self defense. Agree to disagree, I guess? Or are you salty that you weren’t able to catch the phedophillic serial rapist back then? Sorry that I killed him when he attacked me, next time I will remember to just not defend myself, asshole.”

Your father put a hand on your shoulder, a signal to stop. Your lawyer thankfully didn’t look stressed out, so you didn’t say anything too incriminating. Crossing your hands over your chest, you decided to shut up for the rest of your stay here.

“We would love to help you, Agent. We truly do, but if this is all we would like to leave now.” Your father carefully said. Innocent until proven otherwise.

There is not much Hotch could do, since it was now clear that you were not behind the murders. He nodded his head, “Of course, once again we are sorry for the intrusion.”

With that you once again leave Spencer behind. How inappropriate would it have been to ask you for your number?

[akiranzee]

😇 • ° ` — “ANGEL IN DISGUISE”

-> PAIRINGS: Mammon x f!MC -> SUMMARY: It has been 6 months since you've arrived in the Devildom. You have always believed devils are evil, and now that you're here, in their world, you've gotten far too close to this certain devil, and start to doubt yourself. -> WORD COUNT: 4.3k+ -> CONTAINS: Only fluff, Mammon is being soft, slight Mammon & reader angst, mean brothers, this story may not follow the og story's plot well, reader is a roman catholic, talks of traumas, & Mammon is 5,000 while reader is 23. -> A/N: helloo!! i’m gonna change the storyline a little, like belphie not hating on humans, not getting locked up in the attic, and certainly NOT killing you. this was kinda rushed btw sry lxmao. if any of you are wondering who mammon is, he is a character from the game called "Obey Me!" i recommend that game sm👍.

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You woke up, feeling numb pain on your back, and seeing a quite confusing sight in front of you.

A black-haired man and red-haired man with weirdly greyish skin smiled at you, while the black haired man held out his right hand to you, realizing that you're now currently laying down on a rough floor.

You hesitantly take his hand, assuming that they kidnapped you, but who would ever dare kidnap someone and bring them to this fancy looking place?

You looked around frantically, looking for your friends as they were the last people you were with before you got into this weird looking place.

You heard a man laugh behind you, so you twist your head directly behind you, seeing the red-haired man laugh, while the black-haired one just plainly smiled.

You gave him a confused look, or more of a look that says ‘I need an explanation’ and he easily catched up on it, clearing his throat and started to explain.

“Welcome to the Devildom, Y/N L/N. It is a pleasure to meet you, and before anything else, I'd like to introduce myself. I am Diavolo, ruler of all demons, and I will be crowned as the future king of the Devildom.” Your eyes were full of emotions, mainly, confusion, doubt, and anger.

“This here, is my right hand man, Lucifer. The eldest of the seven demon brothers. He will also be the one to take care of you in your 1-year stay here in the Devildom, and you'll be living with him and his brothers in the House of Lamentation.” Your eyes still wide, as you looked at the black haired man who was still smiling and who was introduced as Lucifer.

“Lucifer, what if you tell her about everything for a change, yes?” Diavolo looked at Lucifer, while this Lucifer man stalked his way towards you, and greeted you with a sort of heartwarming smile.

“Hello. As Diavolo said, I am Lucifer, the one who will take care of you in your whole stay here in the Devildom, and you will be living with me and my brothers in the House of Lamentation. They might cause you a bit of a ruckus and problem, but I'll try my best to handle the situation. Speaking of which, you are chosen to be one of the participants in this exchange student program. You have not need to worry though, as we chose 2 human participants from your world, which means a human will be joining and keeping you company during your stay.” Lucifer explained to you, and you actually were left dumbfounded, understanding literally nothing of what he said and of what was going on. You were about to say something, but someone barged into the door, making you look at them.

“I'm hereeee!” A cheery voice yelled out as soon as they stepped in the room, exposing a white-haired man with tan skin, and in a uniform just the same as what Lucifer is wearing.

“Mammon.” Lucifer, who was smiling so oh nicely to you, turned his sight to this guy who he called Mammon, sending the poor guy death glares.

“Eek. Did I come in the wrong time?” Mammon asked Lucifer, perhaps you could see him tremble, ready to step out the door and maybe run away.

“No. I'm assigning you to take good care of Y/N L/N here,” he stalked towards Mammon, “and if I ever hear a complaint coming from her, I will lock you up in the dungeons. Is that clear?” Lucifer said, threatening Mammon that's still managing to aggressively nod.

Lucifer turned his head towards you, smiling heartwarmingly yet again as if nothing just happened.

“H-Hey, human! C'mere and I'll give ya a tour!” The white haired guy managed to call you out, trying to maintain his posture.

Without any questions asked or words said, you started walking towards him not knowing why your body just moved on its own.

And with that, the both of you left the room. Both of you were quiet at first, but then you started to ask him questions.

“...What's your name?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“I'm the great Mammon!” Mammon answered cheerfully, smiling so brightly at you. You looked at him with visible confusion, thinking that he must be one of those overconfident men that you really hate. You tried to put no thought into it though, and continued asking your questions.

“...Why do you have a name of a demon...?” You question, looking deeply into his eyes.

“...Because I am...?” He answered, looking back at you confusedly.

“W-What do you mean you are?” You stuttered out, starting to feel scared over the fact that this man just called himself a demon.

Mammon was about to reply back, when you heard a voice calling his name.

“Oi Mammon! Give me back my money now will you!? Just die!” The voice yelled out at Mammon, spurting harsh words to him.

You always hated it when people say these kinds of things to other people, as if telling them they shouldn't have been born. Because that's what you were told to. To just die.

“Hey! That's kinda rude don't you think!?” You stepped in front of Mammon while yelling at the indigo-haired guy right in front of you.

You felt rage flow in your veins as you remembered just how horribly your so called parents treated you.

“What the heck!? Get out of my way you human normie!” The indigo-haired guy yelled back at you, also feeling rage flow in his veins.

“H-Hey! Why don’t we just calm down everyone, huh? A-And Levi! I’m givin' them back to you next week!” Mammon stuttered out, trying to break the tension that was going on between you two.

“Next week!? You always say that! And it has been 200 years for your information! I can’t even buy the new limited Ruri-chan figurine because of you! Ugh!” The Levi guy walked off, stomping away and probably going back to his room.

“Well that’s just rude. And 200 years? He put in too much exaggeration when it was probably just 2 months or something. Right?” You turn your head to Mammon, crossing your arms.

“Exaggeration? I admit that I didn’t pay him for literally 200 years plus, but ‘ey, it ain’t my fault I’m too busy.” Mammon replied, but his tone a little bit sad. He still continued to walk off anyway so you followed.

“I don’t get anything at all. I’m in a dream, aren’t I?” You asked, trying to break out from this cursed dream you're in, as this man you're talking to right now is certainly not evil.

“You're kidding, right? I know us demons have more IQ than you humans, but I didn't expect ya to be this dumb.” He says, turning his head slowly towards you.

Ok now that's insulting.

“What? Why do you keep calling yourself a demon? Demons are literally evil creatures. Stop that.” You say to him, feeling uncomfortable.

“Wha- oh my god you dumb human! Din't Lucifer tell ya about all of this exchange student thing!?” Now his head is facing you, face looking visibly annoyed.

“That black-haired man? Like hell I'd believe him. Demons don't even exist, they are just evil myths to us.” You say, facepalming with one hand.

You didn't give this white-haired man any choice, so he did what he could think of doing.

“See? Now I'm a demon!” He says cheerfully, all the while spinning slowly for you to see a better view.

The white haired man that was once in front of you was now gone, replaced by another one that looks just like him, but with wings and horns, like a demon.

“W-What-” You couldn't speak. And if you could, what would you even say? That it's just a prank? A dream? A dream can't feel this real, no. Your knees are even trembling that they have given up and now you're on the floor, looking like a terrified baby.

“W-Wai- Hey! Just chill out!” Mammon said, all while your vision getting blurry, last thing remembering is your head falling into tan skin colored arms.

~~~~~

It was hazy, but you soon adjust to the lighting and open your eyes. And yet, the first thing you see is the white-haired man, or should I say, the great Mammon.

“Phew! You're awake! I swear to diavolo never to do that again or Lucifer's gonna c'mere and kill me!” Mammon said dramatically, while you were still in shock.

"Hey, look. I know this ain't good to hear, but yeah you are in the devildom, world of demons." He said, trying to ease you up a bit. But that definitely did not work.

"Stop telling me all about this demon thing demon thing would you!? Stop making me believe false lies and informations about them! Don't even think that you'd be one of those devilish creatures! Do you even know what you're saying!? I seriously don't know where I am, how I got here, who brought me here, and you just keep telling me all these fake stories of you, and everyone else here being a demon!" You rage out, head whipping, tears threatening to escape your eyes.

Mammon was shocked, he didn't expect that from you, after all, you’re just the curious little thing who's supposed to follow everything by order.

"Ugh.. You just can't understand, can you? Well, whatever. Not my problem anymore, Mammon's headin' out for the casino, make sure ya don't touch anythin’ here in my room. And oh, just stay here would ya? My brothers might see ya and eat ya. Can't have Lucifer feed me to his three headed dog monster or somethin'." And with that, Mammon is now out of the door.

You couldn’t believe it, you never could. How can you even believe it? They’re just myths, evil myths on top of that. And yet this man right in front of you claims that he is? This nice, loud, and kind man?

~~~~~

It was 15 years ago, lightning continuously spreading around your home, the room so dark.

“Dad...?” You called out, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you went down the stairs.

“Run... Y/N run...” Someone cried out, voice so familiar to you, but it’s tone so unfamiliar to you.

You peeked on your living room, horror start to consume you.

Blood. So many blood. It stinks. All red, everything is so red. And then there comes a man lying down on the floor, helpless, looking so dead.

“D-Dad...?” Your eyes widen, realizing, that the man you were looking at, was your dad, the man that raised you, cared you, and loved you.

Run he says. But you never did. You don’t know what to do, what to reply, what to say.

All you could ever think of is, your father is about to die.

The other man, or should I say killer, was about to stab your father with the knife he held on.

Instead of doing something, you just stared there, as blood splashed through your house walls, your father’s breath was cut off.

“Live.” Was his last word, not I love you or any other things a father in his dying breath would say.

But you know damn well that he said that word because he cared for you, loved you, wanted you to live, to survive within the grasp of this killer right in front of you.

Luckily though, the killer didn’t mind you and left the house, but you saw him. He was no close to a human, but a demon.

It was a traumatizing experience for you after all, a child like you could never do anything at that moment, and you regretted not doing anything at that moment. What can you even do at that moment? Because the memories from that night still haunt you, blaming you for your father's death, blaming you for not doing anything at all.

You just wished you'd go back in time and at least try to do something, not just stare at the dying man right in front of you.

One of the reasons for your undying wish to go back in that night was to escape from your mother's harsh grasp.

Sure, she is your mother. But can you even call someone that if they told you, 'you never should have been born'?

The trauma welcomes itself again to you, the feeling you always felt when it welcomes itself to you, hatred, fear, anger, and sadness.

Your hands were shaking, whole body trembling, and you feel your vision getting blurry. Then out of nowhere, Mammon comes back, barging into his very own room, expecting you ran away already, but instead, you were weeping on his shiny floor, hands covering your face.

This was the expression he expected you to show the least, since the very first time he saw you, he already knew you were this strong and brave type of woman, but just like he sees in every movie, they shed tears when they're alone, with nobody to stand on by their side.

So here he goes, trying to rewrite the original story, sitting beside you now.

"Hey... What's wrong? 'M sorry if I was too harsh on ya, it's just that I'm offended 'cause ya don't think 'm telling the truth or somethin' sorry." Mammon tried to ease your crying, his tone slowly comforting you.

Minutes later, your weeping finally stopped, and you looked up at him, saying,

"You don't look like a devil." With that confused eyes of yours.

"Eh? Seriously? I literally have horns and wings. What are ya, blind?" He answers back confusedly too, causing a laughter come out of you.

You never thought a conversation with a demon like this could be... fun.

And then a small 'meow' interrupts the fun session you guys had.

You looked under the bed and found a white furred kitty, and picked it up.

"Wait... is that Satan's pet?" Mammon looked at the kitty, pointing it.

"Who's Satan?" You asked, and just then, Mammon's bedroom door bursted open, revealing a blond haired man with green eyes.

You, of course, got shocked, which accidentally made you loosen your grip on the kitty, making it fall.

"Hey! Mammon! Why did you hide sir cat in your bedroom!?" He said as he picked up the white furred cat who was running towards him after it fell.

"Wha- Hey! I didn't hide it, Y/N here literally found it under my bed! Also, who the hell names their cat 'sir cat'!?" Mammon yelled back, strolling towards the blond haired man.

"I do! And you have a problem!?" Now they're on the verge of starting a fight. You were about to step in, until someone did the job.

"Hey! Why are you guys so noisy!? Ugh! I can't get my beauty sleep because of you guys!" Someone yelled, with both their hands on their hips.

“Ugh! What are y’all doing here!? Get outta my room now!” Mammon yelled pointing his index finger literally to the two people.

“Then stop being so noisy! I can hear your ugly voices from my room!” The person with a sleeping mask answer back, yelling.

It was so noisy, that the bickering already annoyed you, forcing you to yell back,

"Stop it!" And everyone turned their heads to you.

"Oh? What is this, Mammon? Why do you have a pretty looking woman in your room? Hmm, who is she?" The champagne haired man asked, slowly going near you, while also slowly putting his right hand under your chin.

You smacked his hand away though, earning a shocked expression from the three.

"Well well well, you're a feisty one, aren't you? I'm Asmodeus, the avatar of lust, 5th of the 7 brothers." He said smiling, slowly backing away from you.

Asmodeus then elbowed the blonde haired man, who later introduced himself as Satan, avatar of wrath.

All ended well anyway, leaving you and Mammon alone again in his room.

"So..." Mammon spoke up, but was cut off by you.

"I'm hungry." You said, holding your stomach.

"You remind me of Beel, but anyway, let's take you to the kitchen." Mammon said, opening his bedroom door, and you followed him.

"We can dine with my other brothers in the dining hall, if you want." Mammon said, taking a cola from the fridge.

"No thanks, I don't wanna be around people right now." You said, taking a muffin, and chewing on it.

"Well ok then, so what'dya wanna do after this?" He asked, sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe hang out in your room again?" You took a huge bite from your muffin.

You never knew you'd enjoy a demon's company this much, let alone know that one of Mammon's kind was the one that killed your father. But you know damn well this guy can't bring himself to kill someone.

Just then, you guys heard munching too, but it sounded crispy, so of course it isn't a muffin or a cola. You looked to your right to see an orange-haired man, chomping down some lays chips.

"Eh? Beel?" Mammon called out, raising his right brow at the man.

The man didn't even bother to look at Mammon and just continued to chomp his food down.

"Seriously, what are ya doing here? Aren't y'all eating dinner right now?"

"The plates were empty already." The man said with his mouth full of food.

"Well, that's 100% possible.."

"Hey Beel! There you are! I've been looking all over for you." A new voice intervenes, coming from a man with dark indigo-grey colored hair.

"Oh, Belphie. I was getting some food." Beel answered calmly, now swallowing the food he was gobbling up a while ago.

"Let's go then Beel, I'm feeling sleepy." Belphie said, his 3 last words was said with a yawn.

The orange-haired man nodded, taking a whole lot ton of foods, and then both of them went upstairs.

Leaving you and Mammon to stare weirdly and awkwardly at each other.

“Um-”

“The orange-haired one was Beelzebub, and the other one is Belphegor, his twin.”

“Oh.”

And then you don’t have anything to say.

~~~~~

A month has passed, and everything went well. Although, you still can’t get used to the noisy quarrels the 7 brothers have. And it was almost everyday.

2 months has passed, and well, you just found yourself a rival. You didn’t even do anything, but she just keeps picking on you.

And yeah, that pissed you off. So, when she blabbered mean things about you, you had no choice but to knock out her tooth to keep her to shut up.

So, for atleast maybe a week, she stopped going near you.

Although, Lucifer isn't happy to hear the news and lectured you for like 3 hours straight.

3 months has passed, and yeah, you and Mammon have gotten close that the both of you would even hangout in each other's bedrooms. Of course, without getting caught with Lucifer's nightly curfew.

4 months has passed, and guess what, it's Mammon's birthday the next day so you decided to get him something. Although, you don't even know what to get him. So you went to his brothers and asked what he likes, and all their answers were "grimms".

You flopped down to your bed thinking what else to give him aside from grimms, but your mind was occupied by something else.

You never thought a day would come where you would miss your annoying friends and boring family, but I guess this is the day.

It has been 4 months, you know? And you miss the nostalgic feeling where you guys would play video games, drink milkteas, play truth or dare, and many more.

Sure, the seven brothers are fun, especially Mammon, but of course you'd miss the people who were with you the longest.

Thinking about the times of you and your friends, you eventually drifted off to sleep.

The next day, you wake up to realize how dumb you were. It's Mammon's birthday and you got him NOTHING.

Oh well, better prepare some grimms there then.

You knocked on Mammon's door, thinking he is still asleep, and guess what, you're right.

He's currently asleep in his bed, and he looks tired as hell.

"Guess Lucifer made you do a lot of things again huh." You thought, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed as to not wake him up.

But as soon as you sat down, Mammon groaned and opened his eyes. Oh well, guess that plan of slowly sitting down failed.

"Hey.. happy birthday!" You said, raising both your arms up in the air, smiling widely.

He just chuckled and sat up while rubbing his eyes, letting out a low raspy "thank you".

You can't help but smile at his sleepy form, as this kind of quiet side of him is something you don't see everyday.

"So, what do you want for your birthday?" You asked, cursing yourself inside that he'd answer grimms, obviously.

"Hmm... I was planning to go to the casino today, but I guess spending time with you won't be so bad either." He smiles at you, but you’re completely shocked and flustered.

So in the end, for the whole day, you guys went to places where you’ve never been, and you gotta say, it felt more like a date than a birthday.

~~~~~

“Today was awesome!” You said while entering his room, flopping down on his bed.

“Of course it is! The great Mammon came with you, after all!” He replied, and oh well, there goes his usual reply.

You say nothing, but just chuckled. And with that, the night continued on.

~~~~~

5 months passed and hell, things got busier and busier. You and Mammon barely even spend time together. But you can only blame Lucifer the culprit here, making the both of you do a lot more errands.

You seriously want to lay down on your bed and talk nonsense with Mammon, but you can’t, just by obviously looking at the stack of books right in front of you.

“Um... can’t I get an assistance with this or something?” You asked Lucifer, looking at him with a ‘fuck you’ look.

“No. Don’t be lazy, Y/n. Now go put them back.” He answered, not even looking at your miserable way.

You sighed and start putting those books back to the bookshelves.

Seriously, how dare he call you ‘lazy’ when looking at him, he’s seriously just relaxing and reading a book while drinking a fucking juice.

You really hate Lucifer. Especially that big ass pride of his. But you can’t really do anything about it, can you?

~~~~~

6 months finally passed and it’s time to celebrate.

This was actually the chillest month of all, and you had a lot of free time. So you and Mammon get to go back with hanging out almost everyday.

But within those months, you’ve come to realize how the other 6 brothers poorly treated Mammon. It’s as if he was not their brother at all.

Saturday night, and you come home to hear yet another quarrel from the brothers.

“Ugh, just die Mammon!”

“The next time you do this, I will hang you upside down for a day.”

“Seriously!? You’re annoying!”

“You’re very greedy.”

You heard those, and those were the last straw.

“Hey! What the hell!?” You barged and interrupted on their quarrel.

“Don’t involve yourself in this, Y/n.” Lucifer sighed, holding his forehead in his palm.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Lucifer, and Mammon’s my friend, and he’s your brother, so why are you treating him this way!?” You yelled at Lucifer, everyone shocked to see your outburst for the 1st time.

“Brother? Ha! I hope he isn’t!” Leviathan said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“What the fuck? I know all for you are demons, but seriously, you treat your brother this way? He may not be the best of all, he may not be the smartest, but that doesn’t mean you can treat him like this. It’s as if you’re talking more to a wall than to a brother. I heard all of you were once angels, but guess what, to me, all of you are evil, and Mammon is the only one who isn’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was an angel in disguise and all of you were the real demons from the start. So what if he’s greedy? He’s called avatar of greed for a reason! And yes, he is greedy! All he ever cares about is grimms, grimms, grimms, grimms, grimms, all grimms! But he’s the only one that’s been kind to me ever since I got here. And what about all of you? You’ve been using your stupid ass demon forms to scare the shit out of me, while Mammon here only used it to protect me. I’d understand it more if all of you became demons from angels. It’s Mammon who deserves better than all of you. Let's go Mammon.” You finished your rant, and pulled Mammon towards his room, leaving the brothers stunned.

Once the both of you entered Mammon’s room, you locked the door and turned to Mammon.

“Hey, are you oka-” You were cut off by the sight in front of you.

Mammon was looking down to you, tears coming out of his eyes. You can’t help but hug him, knowing for 5,000 years, he’s probably went through this a lot of times that he’s used to it, but with someone comforting and standing up for him, he’s not used to it.

Yes, Mammon’s a demon, but he too, has feelings.

“This guy is what they call a demon?” You questioned your thoughts, when all you could see was that this guy was no demon at all. It was as if he was just an angel in disguise.

For the rest of the night, you guys stayed there, enjoying each other’s comfort in each other’s arms.

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Hey, I just saw your page and decided to drop by.

I was the anon who asked another account on here abt if they were into copia + Terzo but incest bc I know ppl are into that

I just wanna see your take on it if it’s okay!💜

(Btw I skimmed through your page and thought it was great!)

Yaaay you like my blog thank you!! ❤️

Ahem. So. My take under the cut (it got long lol).

I like the idea of them having no idea they're related, and starting out getting to know each other, and getting closer. Terzo encourages Copia to be more confident in himself, Copia allows Terzo to be more than just a Casanova type of guy when he's with him. They both see sides to each other that they don't show to everyone else, and they encourage each other to grow and change a bit as people.

But they keep their growing relationship a secret. Because a Cardinal and a Papa, together?? Someone would complain. Probably Nihil. So, Terzo and Copia keep it low-key and hidden from everyone else (except the other brothers. Primo and Secondo definitely figured out, and they may not get what Terzo sees in Copia, but he makes their little brother happy so whatever 🤷🏻‍♂️).

Their relationship crumbles when Terzo is dragged off stage and demoted, and it probably starts a self-hating spiral in Terzo which leads him to break up with Copia. Like, he's clearly not good enough to be Papa, so why would he be good enough for Copia (or anyone, for that matter)? It's a painful and bitter breakup, and they're both hurting. Copia probably makes a few attempts to convince Terzo to get back together, but that self-hate is just too strong.

And what makes it worse? While Terzo can confide in his 2 older brothers...Copia doesn't have anyone to talk to about this. It was a secret, after all. So, eventually, he becomes angry and bitter due to the pain and the unfair way Terzo is treating their (now defunct) relationship...and he comes to hate Terzo just as much as he loves him. He plays into this hate both as a coping mechanism, and to ensure nobody knows about that he and Terzo were involved. Everyone just thinks it's a rivalry, that Copia is playing it up to be cool and prove himself as the new frontman of Ghost. (See: that video of him playing one of Terzo's albums and trash talking him).

Then Terzo and the other brothers get assassinated, and it's Copia's time to shine. Of course, he's hurt by Terzo's death, but he pushes that pain aside and focuses on proving himself. That door (his relationship with Terzo) has been permanently closed, but a new one (being promoted) has opened. He puts Terzo in the past, and focuses on his own future. (Or tries to. Terzo's corpse being put on display probably not only breaks his heart, but also reminds him that he himself might be expendable too...).

Then, Copia becomes Papa. He's where Terzo was...but lasts longer. Makes the band (and its Satanic message) an even bigger deal. Maybe he's getting over Terzo, that pain now replaced with pride in himself and love from the fans. He feels more confident, he feels less out-of-place, he feels like he's finally where he's supposed to be. He's totally over Terzo now.

Except...maybe he's just lying to himself. Maybe he wishes Terzo was still here, to be proud of him. To share this joy with. Maybe. But Copia won't admit it.

Maybe he would if Terzo was resurrected. Maybe, after a lot of pain and tears and yelling and healing, they'd rekindle their relationship. Or at least try to. Maybe they'd find a way back to each other. And maybe Copia would reveal something that he's since figured out: that they have the same father.

Copia probably wouldn't care. He found such love with Terzo (twice!!) that he refuses to let something like being half-brothers stop him from loving that man. Terzo might need some time to process this, and Copia's worried and regrets telling him...but Terzo decides that he doesn't care, either. Maybe he even admits that he always felt connected to Copia (even before their relationship), in a way he couldn't explain...and now he knows why. They're brothers, so they were always destined to be part of each other's lives. But they chose to love each other in a different way, to actively create a relationship with each other.

Brothers by chance, but lovers by choice 💜💙