#so not only was my presence useless i also didn't get anything out if it

[crispyliza]

You've heard of mansplaining, now get ready for: dadsplaining!

Example: you're filling out paperwork and your dad sits next to you and tells you the answers to questions like: what is your name and last name (he also helps you spell it), when is your birthday, when did you graduate high scool etc.

[yougavememyopia]

18+ NSFW, but it's clothed, sub yandere, mean afab reader, he falls between your legs and y'know, "master," degradation

Clumsy yandere, who constantly looked at you with lovesick eyes. Following you everywhere and basically worshipping the ground you walked on. Every item that you touched was sacred, added to his little shrine. Every angle of you was a picture in his poorly made scrapbook.

He'd accidentally bump his drink into random nobodies while he was busy trying to get a sniff of your divine scent. Frustrated that his clumsiness led him to losing sight of your fleeting figure.

You tried your best to ignore him. The loud thud of him falling over objects or his small "oof" when he bumped into walls never went unnoticed by you.

He'd instinctively apologize to the inanimate articles and walk away awkwardly. Ashamed of the attention he drew to himself.

You finally decided to confront him, getting tired of watching him trip over his shoelaces and timidly fleeing the scene. "What's the matter with you, huh? Why are you such a fucking klutz?"

He had no idea how to answer that. It was as if he was cursed to be so uncordinated ever since he was born. He chuckled and shrugged you off with a joke about bad luck. Hand brushing against yours while you helped him up. He had never felt so warm— his cheeks flushed scarlet as a heat wave traveled through his body, building awkward sweat.

You didn't understand how you managed to make his knees buckle with your mere presence. He'd trip over nothing, ending up injured at your feet. Looking up at you with glistened eyes and a dumb smile. It took everything in you to not step on his pitiful face.

"Guess you could say... I, uh, fell for you?" His laughter triggered another eye roll from you. It was truly pathetic how he thought that he could win you over one day. After all, his luck was bad. Very, very bad.

He kept getting caught by you doing the most unhinged things. Sniffing your dirty laundry. Stealing your useless trash. Lurking around your place at strange times.

Denying the truth from you always got him nowhere, so he'd try to confess over and over of how much he loved the little things about you. Sounding incoherent as he stumbled and jumped between words.

"I just can't– s-staying away from you is– I mean, I am sorry... a-a little? But you're like my master. N-no, wait, I... I didn't mean to say that–"

Loud drums of his heartbeat banged in his ear every time your eyes met. The repulsed look on your face making his stomach twist with glee. You were looking at him. Paying attention to him. He didn't deserve any of it. He truly didn't.

“I didn't do anything terrible this time! Just stole your straw. Is that bad?" He'd say in an ashamed voice— head down, eyes studying the ground. His sweaty, shaky fingers fiddled with each other as he waited for your verdict.

You forced him to throw the object in the bin. He felt orgasmic as you lectured him about his creepy behavior. The pure displeased look on your face giving him a high. Only if you knew the thoughts going on his head, you'd slap him without hesitation.

He had a detailed diary about all the little things about you that he loved. Each physical and personality characteristic was intricated in unusually specific details. Of course, his terrible curse led him to accidentally lose it at your place the first time he broke in.

Not only did he get an injury collapsing on your floor— running away when he heard your security system— but he also exposed you to his most disturbing private thoughts.

Pages and pages of your name and doodled hearts. I love you's and perverted fantasies written all over. Scribbles of how he wanted to carve your name into his skin with a knife. Feel you inside his veins. Finally belong to you and only you~♡.

You were disgusted. Particularly grossed out (and a bit turned on) at all the sexual positions he wrote about. The shameless smut written like he had already experienced it. Most of it about rough punishment that made your mouth agape.

No matter how hard you tried to avoid him after that, he was always there. With a weary expression and a bruised body. His fearful gaze had changed to something cloudy and crazed. Like at any point, he would break.

The tension between you grew each day, and so you invited him over to talk. Feeling the need to do something about the lustful glances exchanged.

Then he did it again— ruined everything with his clumsiness. He brought over a drugged drink. Your favorite flavor with an addition of something that'll aid in kidnapping. Before he could hand you it over, he collapsed on you. The cup spilled and flooded the ground, turning the tiles slippery.

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself to be okay. Sighing relief as no weird cliché kissing moment happened. Instead, warm breaths fanned your thighs. The clumsy yandere faced with a sight he had only imagined.

Your smell flooded his nose, and his eyes shut in ecstasy. He felt as if this was the best thing that could ever happen to him. Happy that his luck led him to the source of your scent. Moaning loudly without intent.

"I-I'm so sorry-" You could barely hear his muffle words, the vibration of his voice sending shivers right through you. Your thoughts unclear with the feeling of his mouth moving on your crotch. "S-so sorry."

"Nngh—" You let out a noise from the simulation. He wanted to move away but found himself unable to find the strength to. Your mind became hazy. A hand reaching down to hold his head there, earning a small whimper from him. "You... already made a fool of yourself. Use that mouth for something better and show me how sorry you are."

"...really? T-thank you! Thank you so much." That was all he needed to stop hesitantkng and create a wet stain on the fabric of your front. Whining each time his tongue felt a little bit of your private through the pants. He wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and taste you. "Please... please give me a chance to worship you like you deserve it. Keep me as a toy to use whenever you please. Please master-"

"-shut the fuck up already! I have no interest in you gross fantasies." You tugged on his hair and forced his flushed face to get as close as possible. His breathing hitched while you grinded against his tongue, making his pants feel tighter. But all his focus was on your voice. "Just make me come, you worthless creep."

Oh, how he loved when you spoke to him with such disgust in your tone. He wanted to serve you as best as he could, so maybe one day, he'll finally get the privilege of being praised.

[heeseung-min]

[22:00]

Yang Jungwon has been always jealous of his brother. Being first in everything, getting everyone appreciate him, even his parents favor his brother more than him.

"Jungwon, come here. Your brother brought someone. Introduce yourself."

His mother said delightfully. Looks like she is so proud of the person his brother came with. Jungwon rolled his eyes and walked closer to them and finally sees the person his mom was talking about.

Jungwon couldn't explain how he feels at that time. He went speechless when he sees you shyly standing beside his brother while looked at him. His brother immediately introduced your name although that made Jungwon annoyed a little bit because he wants to hear your voice not his brother.

"It's rare for you to bring a girl to our house."

"Well because she is not just a girl. She is my girlfriend."

His mom screamed happily at his brother's remark but Jungwon didn't feel the same. He left the conversation and went straight to the table to dine the food his mom prepared. The dinner went good with his mom asked few questions on you such like when you started dating, about your family, your work and more. The conversation mostly focused on you and his brother. Jungwon wanted to leave the table since he felt his presence is not needed until he heard your voice calling at him.

"What do you do now, Jungwon? Your brother told me you just finished your college weeks ago."

"Um, well I don't have specific job right now. I just do part time when I'm free and at the same time I started planting some of fruit trees at our grandma's garden."

"That's awesome. Is the small garden at the front yard is yours?"

"Yes. I planted some flowers ---"

Jungwon's mother cut him off before he can even finish his sentence. His mom keep asking questions and questions leading to keep your attention focused on her. His brother also didn't care about Jungwon and keep talking between them only. Jungwon huffed slightly and went to wash his dishes before entered his room.

His face flushed when he remembered how focused you were listening to what he said. Usually, his mother or brother didn't pay attention on what he does as long as it's not embarassing their image, it's fine. He felt warm when you genuinely praising him. He loves it.

And maybe he wants it more.

"Do you like the flowers?"

Y/n looked at her behind and found Jungwon slowly walked and crouched beside her and stare at the flowers she was looking at.

"Yeah, the daisy looked so beautiful when I see it in front of my eyes. I didn't expect a man to plant flowers."

"Why? I think planting is really fun."

"Most of men thinking it was too difficult and planting flowers usually done by women. Even your brother thought like that."

Jungwon chuckled when he heard that sentence. Of course, his brother doesn't deserve to have you. Useless prick. He didn't know how to take care of woman properly.

Jungwon and Y/n started to get closer. But Y/n treat him literally like a younger brother and Jungwon is dying to get out of that zone and want more than that. That day, his brother went out to work while his mother was out to visit her friends and Jungwon was pretty sure it will take a long time so he wanted to use the time wisely to spend it with you.

He went out of the room and saw you were sitting in front of the piano on the living room. Seems like you wanted to try to play but didn't know how to so the notes that coming out sounds funny. He walked closer until he is behind you. While you still didn't realized someone has been standing on your behind, Jungwon took the chance to slide his hands on yours and hold it gently. Hearing you gasped and felt your hands shaking a little bit made him smile.

"Jung- Jungwon? What- what are you doing?" You stuttered through your speech. Jungwon didn't say anything but he started to move both of your hands on the piano.

"I'm teaching you." Just a short sentence from him and your tense body slowly relaxing. Little by little, you started to enjoy it and both of you lost in the time playing the piano with each other. Jungwon even taught you some simple songs that you can play on the piano.

"Thank you so much, Jungwon. It feels really nice."

"I'm always here for you, noona."

There are another week left until your marriage with Jungwon's brother. Everything has been prepared but you are still nervous about the ceremony.

"I hope everything will be fine."

"I'm sure it will. We did good so far."

Jungwon's brother reassured you. He knew you are the type to easily get nervous so he did his best to not make it too stressful for you.

"Hyung, can you take mom from her friend's house? She asked for it." Jungwon suddenly said made both of Y/n and his brother looked at him. His brother just nodded and stand up to take his coat before went out of the house.

"Be careful, okay?"

"Will do, baby."

Oh,

Jungwon certainly sure it will not.

Three hours have passed yet your boyfriend and his mother is still not back. Jungwon did told that her mother's friend house is not too far and they should be back in 30 minutes. At first, you tried to stay positive thinking that they may go to somewhere else before going home. However, when your text messages and calls didn't get answer you became paranoid.

"Jungwon, do you think we should go find them?"

"Let me try to call mom's friend first."

Before any of both of you can do anything, Jungwon's phone ringing. He picked up the call and you can read from his reaction, it seems something bad happened.

"Noona....they were in a hospital."

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Jungwon's happiest moment in his life was the day he got to married with you. He still can't believe when you said yes to his proposal after few times you've been refusing. The second happiest moment when he decided to sabotage his brother's car that night.

When the doctor announced that his brother and mother did not survive from the car crash, he nearly jumped out of excitement. He had to control himself since you were beside him sobbing uncontrollably. He played his role as a hero so well that you never figure out he was the killer.

"I love you so much, Y/n."

"Love you too, Jungwon."

OH MY GOD YALL🤡🤡🤌HOW LONG I TOOK THIS TO FINISH GOSH SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEAR FOR TOO LONG😞😞i hope yall still didn't forget me

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[tinybrooms]

Our Last day, or maybe the first - Pt 2 Thomas Hewitt x fem Reader

NOTE: Since part two was very acclaimed, I want to clarify that I have gained confidence and will bring more than a second part, I also want to say that this is an adaptation of the movie but with changes made by me so that the character fits better with the environment, I hope you enjoy my work, love for all here ♥

Summary: Is Thomas last day on the slaughterhouse and a pretty girl is going to help him today...or forever

Warning: Murders, Workplace Harassmen, hard vocabulary, Stockholm syndrome

Part 1 here!

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Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you looked out the dirty window of the police car, you knew there was no escape, there would be no way for you to run away from the Hewitt's without getting killed and you had to find a way to make everything as good as possible for you and for them

-You're very quiet, honey - the old man looked at you in the rearview mirror with a sarcastic smile - Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Tommy wouldn't let someone hurt you, right?

Your eyes barely looked at him and quickly returned to the window trying to control your sobs, you felt more than insecure in that car with that disgusting man, for some strange reason you knew that Thomas was also someone dangerous, his hands could break your bones with a single squeeze if he wanted, but his mere presence made you feel safe, as if you had this giant beast in the palm of your hand who would be willing to do anything you asked, everything except let you go.

-We have arrived, come down before Thomas arrives, we don't want him to find you here and get angry, do we? - The man smiled opening your door in a sarcastic way of being a gentleman.

You had no other option, so you went down carefully, the visibly overgrown grass scraped your legs as you walked behind him towards the huge house, many questions were running through your head while your eyes looked everywhere looking for a quick way to escape but everything seemed useless, Thomas should be nearby and could reach you at any second and end your life.

The house was dirty, there was dust everywhere and stains on the wooden floor that seemed to have never been polished the footsteps sounded as you entered a room where a man even older than the one who had brought you to that house was looking the television

-Go get ready Uncle Monty, we have a beautiful guest today and we will have a great feast for dinner - the disgusting man smiled looking at you touching your chin to which you only reacted by turning your face in disgust.

-Who is she? ..- the old man with glasses sat up looking at your body from head to toe while he scratched his crotch.

-She is Tommy's girlfriend, pretty don't you think? The boy is very lucky - they both laughed looking at you and then felt something cold on your arm which made you turn your head noticing how the now ''sheriff'' was pointing a gun at you - walk pretty girl, we don't want Thomas to arrive and found a hole in your beautiful body, right?

Your eyes widened as you walked in front of the man, guiding you to where he told you, climbing the long stairs towards a corridor that was barely illuminated by the poor rays of sun that came through the windows.

-Here, this will be your room come in now - the barrel of the gun pushed you in the center of your back, making you enter a room arranged in a feminine way but even dirtier than the rest of the house, it was obvious that no one had entered to that place in a long time, there was dust even on the bed and spiderwebs on the night lamps - make yourself comfortable, Tommy will arrive soon

The man closed the door leaving you standing in the middle of the large room and after a few seconds making sure he didn't come back quickly you ran to the window to open it and look into what seemed like an abyss, if you jumped out of it you wouldn't get out without a broken bone if you weren't lucky enough to be killed by hitting the floor.

You were trapped by that family of murderers, there was nothing to do just wait for them to end your life.

Your feet slid against the floor, sitting against the window while you hugged your legs crying, your tears wet your skirt, you could only hear your own sobs and heavy breathing losing track of time until you heard the door open, your wet eyes trying to focus was he the disgusting old man? or maybe Thomas?, you could notice a small, plump figure taking slow and careful steps approaching

-Don't worry, I won't hurt you - a kind, feminine voice sounded as the woman's hand extended so you could take it and help you get up from your place on the floor - tell me your name little one.

-y/n…my name is Y/n…please don't hurt me - your voice was broken between your cries of desperation and fear.

-I'm not, come to bed with me - the woman walked slowly guiding you to the bed while she made a gesture of disgust when she saw all the accumulated dust and sat you down next to her - I'm mama, Thomas is my little boy ya'know, he's my Baby you must be the girl from the slaughterhouse right?

-Yes, I worked with him in that place-your free hand carefully cleaned your cheek while your other hand held it Luda caressing it slowly with her thumb

-I see, you are a pretty girl and you look like those educated people who are not stupid like we are - her eyes looked at you with little kindness - I know what you are doing, you are kind to Thomas so you don't end up like his boss right?

-No…I…I don't - your head shook quickly, looking at her - I would never treat Thomas like everyone else treated him, I was just kind and…and I ended up here, I don't know what I did wrong, I didn't want to hurt him, i don't want to hurt no one - your crying again made Luda soften her gaze realizing what they had put into you.

-Don't worry, you see Thomas won't let you go soon, it's the first time I've seen him be different from how he's always been and I don't want you to break his heart, try to get to know him, my boy is a sweet man, give him a chance and we'll give you a chance

Her hand delicately patted yours, standing up looking at you from the doorway giving a deep sigh.

-You better remember what I told you, dinner will be ready in a while, get ready to look good.

What was happening with that woman's words, they seemed to go round and round in your head, should you give them a chance?

You walk to the bathroom and was disgusting, clearly the same as the room, so with just a little water you cleaned your hands and face, just the thought that you would be downstairs surrounded by strange people made you feel nauseous but something even deeper made you miss Thomas, he hadn't shown up all day or maybe not in the room and you were curious to know where he was.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the figure that was looking at you from the bathroom door which you could see in the reflection of the mirror and made you jump in fear.

-I see that you are getting pretty for dinner, mama wants you to come down and join us, we put another plate for you - the old man dressed in a police uniform smiled at you, rudely looking at your body to which you could only respond with your gaze towards him the floor settling slightly.

You followed him through the dark corridor barely lit by a couple of lamps and then up the stairs that made every step you took sound with a creak in the wood.

-Look who has arrived, our beautiful guest will be with us tonight - the old man moved a chair away from the table, inviting you to sit down, you just approached with fear, sitting down without saying anything, looking at everyone around you, there was the old man with glasses. and the woman who looked at you through the strands of her blonde hair.

The plate was in front of you, empty and cleaner than you expected, the song that played on the old radio in the distance made you dissociate from the speech that the man was giving until you heard his gratitude to the ''sheriff for accompanying them that night on the table'' your eyes traveled quickly to the casserole, just as everyone was in disbelief at what they were going to have for dinner that night.

-Don't worry doll, just like in the slaughterhouse, meat is meat - the man smiled sarcastically, serving you what looked like a stew on your plate.

-I'm not hungry…thank you - you looked at him with fear, regretting your words when everyone looked at you with some annoyance.

-Food is sacred and we must be grateful for what the Lord gives us, now eat - Luda looked at you, scolding you apparently she had taken what they had told her very seriously, now you were her ''little girl''

It was after a few minutes when you heard a door open but no one came in, it just stayed open until the policeman looked and smiled a little excitedly, moving his hand inviting whoever was in the shadows to come through.

-Come here boy, we don't want you to miss this first dinner with your girl, right? - The old man served another plate, placing it next to yours.

Thomas doubted it a little but after sighing (which almost sounded like a growl) taking courage, he entered with his head down, sitting down sadly and despite being next to you, he took his distance.

Your eyes stared at him, as if his face had a magnet for you, he looked different, he was no longer wearing the bloody apron, his clothes were clean as were his face and his hands, even his nails looked clean and with a pink color that you had never noticed

-Don't they look cute together mama?

-Shut your mouth Charlie, stop bothering them and eat once and for all - The woman looked at him, annoyed, eating from her plate.

-Hoyt mom, Charlie is dead now my name is Hoyt

The tension could be felt in the air, despite the conversation that the other three were having, you felt their gaze on you as if waiting for you to make a mistake in something so they could kill you but there was no way that was going to happen, your mind was somewhere else while Your hand slowly turned the spoon inside the plate, playing with the food, losing your appetite more and more, sometimes you felt your eyes get wet but you took a deep breath and convinced yourself that everything would be fine, at least for a couple of days in what you found how to escape from that place.

Your trance was broken when Luda took your plate pushing it away, scolding you again for not eating anything.

-I'm…I'm sorry, I don't feel at all well - you looked at her embarrassed and afraid with your hands in your lap - can I go and rest?

-It's been a long day, hasn't it? Come on, go rest honey - the woman patted your shoulder lightly and then took another plate and walked to the kitchen.

As soon as you heard those words you stood up as quickly as you could, almost running to the stairs, the only thing you wanted was to get out of that place and be alone, but when you got to the room and made sure that the door was closed properly you realized the problem which you had gotten yourself into.

Being careful not to make noise, you began to clean the place, at least dusting the nightstands, removing the spiderwebs and also arranging the sheets, leaving only those that looked cleanest, you opened the window wide so that the breeze from the night could enter and when you were ready you sat on the bed.

You carefully removed your heels that, despite being low, made your ankles hurt, then you removed the bun from your hair, feeling a relief in your skull and finally you opened the buttons of your blouse, opening it completely to take it off but something stopped you making you close it quickly with fear when hearing the door suddenly open.

-Thom..Thomas hi - you looked at him embarrassed, closing the blouse in a hurry, your hands securing the fabric, looking at him nervously.

He just approached slowly, with his gaze everywhere but on you.

-What are you doing here? -Despite the little light in the room you could see his eyes through the long strands of his hair.

But the huge man only stretched out his arm towards you, offering you something that he was hiding in his giant hand and making you copy his gesture but in your case offering your palm to receive what he was going to offer you.

-What's that? -You looked at him curiously, his fingers barely touching the palm of your hand as they opened, letting an apple fall out- oh…is it for me?

Thomas just nodded, looking at the other side of the room. Over the years he had learned to be careful and alert to every situation that happened around him and with you, his sensors worked harder than normal, noticing every millimetric gesture you made. He knew that you had not eaten anything and the humanity that still remained inside him made him know that that was not fair for you, after all you were there because he wanted it that way, not because you chose it.

-Thank you, I'll eat it before going to sleep - you smiled shyly, taking the apple with both hands, looking at it carefully, trying to look for any defects but it was perfect - are you going to sleep too?

He just shook his head, playing with his hands as they grabbed the fabric of his pants and after so many months you could notice his arms, which now that they were clean showed scars and wounds that still looked open.

-Thomas, what happened to you? are you hurt? - Your natural state of worry made you leave the apple on the bed, approaching him, but he just rejected your touch, moving away, making you also walk away from him in fear - I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's just… you are injured

He shook his head, looking at his arms, quickly lowering the sleeves of his shirt covering himself and before you could say anything else he quickly left slamming the door so hard that it made the nightstands shake.

Had you done something wrong? His rejection made you feel something inside your chest, a pinch that made you sigh as you sat down and took the apple again, looking at it carefully with the night light.

What was it you felt? After all, you weren't there for pleasure, but strangely he made you feel it.

Part 3 Soon...

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[mila-uchiha]

Best Friend's Older Brother ⁺◦ Itachi x fem!reader

a/n: hey guys... not sure if any of you even remember my blog but its been 2/3 years since i've written lol. new life new errything but my new bf is giving me so much inspo for smut it's insane (he's so hot) and so here we go... enjoy! this prompt tickled something in my brain xxx (also this is set in a modern au w no uchiha massacre where reader wants sasuke's older brother itachi and winds up in his bed,,, just read it [3 years in the making] lol trust its GOOD)

warnings: NSFW, don't feel to write the rest in lmao i haven't done this inna while but hella smut just sayin

word count: 5.6k (wtf?? ok i went overboard here and did not realise but i hope u enjoy LMAO)

You knew it was wrong. You knew there would be conversation, after conversation once you two were done with this. You knew everything would change. But you had wanted it more than you had ever wanted anything before.

A few days prior, your best friend Sasuke had let you and your friend group (if you can even call them friends) know about a "small birthday get together"- in his words- at his house that weekend. You wanted to be excited. You wanted to enjoy yourself. But there were multiple reasons why you felt like you wouldn't; the first being the shitty group of friends that you two shared. They weren't the nicest people nor did they take interest in you and you somehow always felt like an outsider when around them. It was only when you and Sasuke hung out alone did you really enjoy someone else's company. Unfortunately being friends with him meant being around these guys a lot, and that included this weekend for his birthday.

The second reason involved something more complicated: Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's brother. You were- let's not use the word obsessed...- maybe a bit infatuated with him. It may seem like a good thing, to spend a night at the house where your crush lived, but seeing him hurt a little bit more inside every time, and I'll explain why.

Sasuke hadn't been your best friend since you two were kids- it had only been a few years since you met, and yet still, a few years was enough to develop the most enormous crush on his older brother- and of course Sasuke knew nothing. It started off very innocently, you knew nothing would ever happen, you knew he'd never want someone as young as you, and you simply found comfort and entertainment in keeping it to yourself- a silent crush... That was until last year.

You were different now. More mature. Emotionally and physically. You knew that you were capable of being with someone his age and you felt yourself growing older by the day, your interests expanding and your emotions as well. You talked more than usual at the dinner table with Sasuke's family about "intelligent" topics (or what you thought classified as intelligent). You tried to make your presence more known. You tried speaking to Itachi (occasionally) and yet every thing you did was met with a response that contained no more than a few words. And there was certainly never any reciprocation of question given to him that was directed back to you. Not only was he blunt, he was cold too, his voice lingering with iciness and a twang of unkindness, snarky comments occasionally slipping out.

Ultimately, it was useless, and that uselessness turned into pain. You didn't want to see him this weekend. It simply reminded you of what you wanted so badly, yet could never have and it had been three weeks since you had been to Sasuke's house, your feeling of isolation growing more and more. Until this weekend.

You walked up to Sasuke's house, hoping you could quickly sneak up to his room and wait for the rest of his friends to get there, but of course it was never that easy. This may sound like a cliche and joke, but it wasn't Sasuke's mom or dad that answered the door, it was Itachi, and when that door swung open and his brows furrowed upon inspection of who was at the door, you couldn't help but gulp and think this was all a mistake. You felt your heart sink and that horrible familiar feeling fill your chest again. You knew this would be a long night.

You both said your greetings (although his full of much less words than yours) and you stepped inside the house, faintly smelling his fragant smell- the best thing you had ever smelt in your life, although you didn't want to admit that in the moment.

It was awkward. He was cold, and weird and god you just wanted him so bad but of course once again you were left standing there uncomfortably. "Cmon y/n, think! Say something!", you thought to yourself and urged the confidence you had gained in the past year to enter once again as he shut the front door.

"So how's college? I haven't seen you in a few weeks." Finally, some words coming from you. He paused briefly, before answering, "It's fine, I thought you were here last week?"

Ouch. Clearly any attempt you had made to be noticed went unnoticed.

Before coming here, you knew he never paid attention to you (and when he did it wasn't very pleasant) so you thought there was no harm in specifically wearing something a bit "older", a bit more slutty. Your tits were highlighted and pushed up in this sleek, black, partially see-through lace top with a matching laced mini skirt alongside your knee high black boots. Your brown curls were left out and flowing, accompanied by a white headband that framed your face beautifully. You knew most guys your age would drool at the sight of you, but this wasn't most guys your age.

"Sasuke's upstairs", Itachi said roughly. "Yeah I know, I just-" You paused. You could see his eyes scanning your outfit, your body, up and down, his brows slowly furrowing at the sight. This is it! He's finally seeing me in a different light, you naively thought. That was until he opened his mouth.

"Why do you look like you're dressed for halloween?", he asked, a sense of judgment coming from his tone. You looked at him, confused, hurt. "Your outfit. You do realize you look like a nun right?". OH. fuck.

The stupid white headband you threw on with the all-black outfit made you slightly look like a nun, one that was standing there stupidly, looking- not only overdressed- but dressed for an occasion that was not tonight.

"Oh haha, I guess you're right. I do actually look like a nun..." You said quietly, your eyes trying to analyze his facial expression and read his thoughts.

"Yeah a slutty one- and not the good kind," and with that remark he scoffed, walking away as if he was bored with the conversation already.

A sluttly one. And not the good kind. You tried to walk up the stairs and head up to Sasuke's room but those words were repeating themselves in your head. As you opened the door and found Sasuke and two other friends sitting on his bed they all looked at you strangely. "Why are you dressed like that?". It was not going to be a good night.

The next few hours were filled with strange looks from the eyes of those dressed a bit more casually, weirdly sensual looks from some of his friends and mostly a lot of alcohol. You all were still in school but Sasuke's parents weren't exactly the strict type. Yours were however, and you had only ever been drunk once before this night- specifically for Sasuke's birthday last year. He was definitely not the best influence.

The drinking games and the shots were getting to be a bit too much for you as you felt yourself entering a state entitled "The most drunk I have even been.... why do I want more alcohol?". As teenagers do, a variety of games were played such as spin the bottle which involved you having to make out with some gross guy in the friend group and ultimately, strip poker- without the poker. You didn't manage much, however your top did come off, leaving your in your sleek black bra completely on display. You didn't really care though, as everyone else was half naked and now at least you could blend in a bit better without your raunchy, lacy top on.

Despite all the distractions happening in these two hours, you couldn't help but be hurt by everything that transpired downstairs upon your arrival. His tone, his words, I mean he practically laughed at you. You felt your heart sink the more you thought about it and as you found yourself getting more quiet and more drunk, you decided what better to do than head downstairs and give him a piece of your mind.

You had had it. The year of him making you feel like this. Like a younger brother's friend (which, yes, you were but come on, he didn't have to show it). The year of the rudeness and the way he ignored you in the times where you wished he didn't. You were about to head downstairs and tell him exactly how horrible he was. Except you didn't realize that you were in your bra.

As you reached the bottom step, you looked up to see Itachi walking towards the front door, heading past the steps with a few of his friends slowly following behind. "ITACH-", you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Y/n what the hell are you doing? Why the fuck are you down here in your bra?" He grabbed your wrist tightly. "I'M COMing down HERe to tell you-", again no sentences finished. He spun you around and led you back up the stairs, his hands on either side of your lower back while he pushed and walked behind you. You only managed to produce thoughts for a second and in that second you almost seemed to sober up, his broad hands on your bare skin, the warmth and the feeling that filled you. It was short lived, though, the minute he removed them and guided you to his room. "What the fuck are you doing? My friends are downstairs and you're coming down in your bra?"

You entered his room, his smell evidently everywhere as you looked around at the familiar four walls. You had been there before when snooping around with Sasuke a few years ago, but of course Itachi didn't know that.

"So what? It's not that big of a deal", you slurred your words as he rummaged through his closet, as if he was in a rush. "Here" he tossed you a shirt. One of his shirts. "Put this on," he said as he looked at you with a slightly disgusted expression on his face.

"Why do I have to do anything you say? This is the most emotion you've ever showed me!" You shouted as he stood waiting for you to comply. He didn't respond.

"You know what, fine!" You reached for the waistline of your skirt. "I'm older now and if I want to walk around in my underwear I fucking can!" You started tugging your skirt down, partially revealing the lacy black underwear underneath but before you could fully drop your skirt to the floor, Itachi grabbed your wrists with both of his hands tightly.

"Y/n are you fucking serious? Don't fucking do that in my room or you wont be welcome in this house again." He said roughly in your ear. Ouch. His words were serious. His hands harshly let go your wrists as he added, "Put the shirt on and get the fuck out of my room please." He headed to the door and before he could open it you shouted back, "Where are you going?". He turned and looked back, the familiar icy blank stare facing you again. "To a party", and the door slammed shut.

The next few hours were filled with even more alcohol, to add to your already debilitated state. Sasuke and his friend's looked at you weirdly for wearing what was evidently Itachi's shirt, but nobody really questioned anything when you kept taking more shots of vodka, attempting to forget the embarrassment of a few hours ago.

As time went on, your enjoyment went down and so did your state of coherency. You could not shake the events of tonight, yet one thing you couldn't understand was why Itachi was so worried about you being downstairs in your bra in front of his friends? Surely that had nothing to do with him? Maybe he was embarrassed that one of his younger brother's friends was making an embarrassment of the family? Either way, whatever triggered his reaction surely wasn't prideful on your behalf.

It was now 1 am and you felt yourself slipping, unable to soberly process and function. You kept quiet for a bit, knowing Sasuke's friends wouldn't have cared if you were there or not and eventually decided it was time to get up and go find somewhere to sleep, possibly the couch. As you stumbled to open the door and nearly tripped on your way there, Sasuke knew you were completely out of your mind drunk and decided to help you walk, a concerned expression on his face.

"Are you alright, y/n? Do you feel to throw up?" You shook your head. No way were you doing that tonight. You knew you just needed to sleep. "Sleep- I just need to sleep."

"Okay, well you were going to sleep on my bed and I'd sleep in Itachi's room but I don't think these guys are leaving soon," He gestured to the open door in the hallway that lead to his room, a blur and haze of noise escaping it. "Ughhhh close the door, too loud!" you slurred and demanded. He laughed.

"Maybe you can just sleep in Itachi's room?" Your eyes suddenly opened wide. "Itachi??? No... No thank you I'll sleep on the floor." You suddenly plopped your drunken self on the floor of Sasuke's hallway. He laughed once more. "No, y/n, its fine. He's out at a party tonight and I doubt he'll be back- will probably spend the night by some girl as he usually does after parties."

Sigh. Probably spending the night by some girl huh?

You complied, finally, and managed to stumble into Itachi's room once more, still wearing his T-shirt and inhaling the scent of him that bounced off the walls. Before climbing into bed, you managed to at last take off the itchy, lace skirt and drop it to the ground alongside your bra and your underwear, remaining in nothing but Itachi's shirt. It may seem a bit strange, but this is how you slept. 'Fully breathable' you called it.

It didn't take long before you were under his duvet, wrapped up in his scent and warmth, and drifted off to sleep while the room slowly spinned.

By this point you were fast asleep. Hours and hours passed as you framed peaceful dreams in your head of god knows what- something you'd wake up to in the morning and forget. That was until the scent of Itachi filled your breath. Every inhale that was taken just fueled the desire in your crotch that kept building and building until you- fully asleep- started humping his bed. What you didn't realize in this moment was that the scent wasn't coming from his bed- it was coming from him. Right next to you.

In the few hours you slept, it was peaceful and quiet. Sasuke's friends left one by one and that led everyone in the house to eventually fall asleep. That was until a few minutes ago, when a partially drunk Itachi came staggering up the stairs into his own room, unaware you were in his bed. He didn't bother to turn on the lights, he was exhausted and just craving sleep and upon stripping into nothing but his boxers, he managed to crawl into his side of the bed.

It wasn't until he jumped into bed, unable to wake up in your passed out state, that he realized you were there. Fast asleep. Humping the mattress. Minutes of contemplation from him passed by but nothing could prepare you for what you saw when you awoke.

As your eyes slowly opened, your underwear fully soaked from the dream you had, Itachi's smell was stronger- it was more than just his bed. You adjusted your eyes and in your half-asleep state managed to latch on to the shadowy figure next to you: Itachi- with his hand in his boxers gently stroking himself up and down, whimpering ever so softly.

What. the. fuck. was going on. You didn't move a muscle- frozen in your position on your stomach as you tried to make sense of the situation. His hand was in his pants. His hand was stroking his dick! Surely this made no sense? Your thoughts ran rampant, trying to come to an explanation for this situation as you tried to understand that the only logical one was that he didn't you know were in his bed. Surely that was it right? He must've come back from this party, unsuccessful with whatever girl he was pursuing, and instead of winding up in her bed, he came back home to touch himself to the thought of her. That had to be it right?

Suddenly your hips started grinding again- the same as they were doing in your sleep. You simply couldn't help yourself. Despite being unable to actually see Itachi's dick, the blurry visual of his hand in his pants gently touching himself alongside the soft noises that escaped from his lips were enough to make you accidentally let out a moan as you grinded on his bed.

Now, you both were frozen from his realization that you were actually awake after the noise you made.

His hand quickly left his boxers, at the most rapid speed possible and he instantly sat up, his shadowed head facing you in the dark with his eyes slightly squinting.

"Y/n?" He called out with a hint of disgust in his voice. Great. You knew it. You knew he didn't realize you were in his bed and was definitely touching himself to some girl. You had the full view (besides his dick) and you ruined it by letting that moan escape your mouth.

This caused you to sit up as well. "Ita-chi?" you called out, the near- pitch black light of his room not helping. No response.

You hand patted his bed, trying to reach for his arm until you found it and latched onto it, your eyes both meeting in the darkness.

"Itachi? What are you doing?" you asked calmly.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He replied. "Why the fuck are you in my bed?".... You didn't know what to say.

"I- I don't know.... Sasuke told me that you wouldn't be here tonight and I needed somewhere to fall asleep before everyone left. I was really drunk... I still am, I'm so sorry- please believe me I'll leave now I didn't mean to intrude on a private time of yours," you rambled on an on and started to make your way out of his bed, away from the mess that this was. Until he grabbed your arm. With the same hand that was touching his dick.

"Wait, y/n, it's ok.... You don't have to go." Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned towards him again, the darkness still making it hard to see his face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well.. Sasuke's in his bed so you can't sleep there, and I'm not making you go on the couch downstairs. It's alright. You can spend the night in here, I don't mind."

You slowly crept back under his duvet, keeping a large distance between the two of you as you both sat there in silence. What the fuck was going on? Time passed and what felt like hours was only around one minute of straight silence. You were both trying to figure out what happened and it was sufficiently awkward at this point.

"I'm sorry I was in here while you uh... were.. ya know.. touching yourself. Sasuke told me you might've spent the night by a girl and I assume that you didn't, and needed some alone time to um... 'think of her'. I just didn't realize you came back," you tried to explain, your face showing clear embarrassment if only he could see it in the darkness.

Awkward silence filled the room for a few seconds. "Is that why you were grinding on my bed?" Itachi calmly asked. Fuck. He knows? So why was he touching himself while you were doing that?

"Ok fine. It's incredibly embarrassing but I was having a.. wet dream.. and you just happened to witness it. Nothing more to it."

"Is that why your eyes were open staring at me touching myself?".... Oh fuck. This was really bad. This was a very bad situati- wait.

"How did you know my eyes were open? You could see them?" You asked confusingly.

He didn't reply. You heard a scoff as he reached over to turn on his bedside lamp, a sensory input that distracted you from the horrible awkwardness of the conversation. Now the lights were on. There was no hiding anything. And both of you needed to explain.

"What were you dreaming about?" He asked. Unfortunately for him you were too distracted by the way he looked in the dim light to answer: shirtless, duvet sitting just below his boxers. Enough to see the hard bulge he still had, despite the uncomfortable situation.

"What were you touching yourself to?" You replied.

He paused. "No, y/n, I'm asking you. What were you dreaming about?"

Your eyes darted between his face and his bulge, evidently showing him that you could see it, yet for some reason, he didn't care. He left it on display, and god, were you taking it in. All of it. Sneakily hiding behind his black Calvin Klein boxers.

"Wait. Before I answer that, lemme just get this straight. So we were both practically pleasuring ourselves... in the same room.. in the same bed... while we both knew the other person was doing it?" You questioned. He had to provide answers at this point.

"Yeah." He replied.

That was it. A simple 'yeah'. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Oh come on Itachi, what is going on?"

"First, you'll answer what you were dreaming about."

"Oh my god, for fuck's sake! It was you! Obviously it was you!" you raised your voice, hoping no one else in the house could hear.

And just as the thought managed to process itself in his brain, you could see his dick twitch underneath his boxers. You both froze as seconds passed.

"What... were you touching yourself to..?" You managed to force the question out again despite your shyness at this moment.

"YOU, y/n. You in my shirt, in your fucking drunken, half asleep state, grinding your hips on my bed. That was until you fucking woke up without telling me."

"What?? Me??" You replied.

"God, of course I was. You showed up to my house looking... well.. the way you did. I couldn't stop thinking about it while I was out."

"So it was because of my outfit you got turned on?"

He scoffed. "Y/n, do you really think I haven't noticed you haven't been here for like three weeks?" Every sentence that was said he inched closer and closer to you. "You see this?" He looked down to his bulge. You were speechless. "Nobody's touched it in weeks. Except me. And anytime I have, I've been thinking about you, your face, your..." He paused.

"My what?" You asked, pressing him to answer.

He scooted back, realizing how close he was to you in the bed and all of a sudden looked like he had regretted those words. The entire energy shifted in the room and he abruptly went back to the very cold man he always was to you.

"Maybe you should actually sleep on the couch," he insisted.

Wow. One moment your wildest dream was coming true: his feelings were reciprocated. And then suddenly this? Was he regretting it?

"Itachi-"

"No, you should leave."

A sharp pain filled your chest and you felt hurt, beyond anything you'd felt before. You were slowly getting up to leave, disgusted by everything he exuded, but you knew he felt the same, and this was the one chance you had to fully prove it.

You turned back at him, his face turned away from you, not once grazing your skin. "Itachi, are you serious? Is that actually how you feel?" You inched closer to him. Soon, you were no more than a centimeter away, as you lifted your arm, ready to do something bold. While he still faced forward instead of looking at you, your arm trickled down to his boxers, finally managing to find his throbbing dick and hold it tightly.

You weren't very successful though, because in an instant, he grabbed the wrist of your arm, lifted it off his dick and used his other hand to grab you by the jaw. Now, you two were inches away from each other's face, your breaths mixing in the space between your lips while your eyes remained locked. Itachi spoke low, roughly;

"Y/n, do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"No, but we can deal with the stress of this situation after. I know what I want. I promise."

He paused as his eyes scanned between your lips and your eyes. "I don't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You can't handle this. It's too much for you." His lock on your wrist tightened.

"I. know. what. I. want."

And with that, both of your heads came crashing together as your lips met, a rough harsh kiss at first, that slowly turned into a slow sensual one as your tongues found each other.

You felt his hands wrap around you while you were still in his shirt as he found himself on top of you, his throbbing bulge meeting your bare pussy with no underwear. You both grinded against each other, giving you a feeling you had never felt before, until he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

He paused, moved back slightly and stared at your opening fully bare while your legs were spread. He acted like he'd never seen one before with a girl.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath. "Take the shirt off. Now."

And you did as you were told, leaving your bare tits in his sight as he continued to stare. He stared even more, then leant in, without touching, and whispered in your ear.

"Before I touch any part of you- and fuck I want to so badly- I need you to give me head, naked and pretty like this....... But I need to know that you can handle this, y/n. It's going to be a lot."

Your eyes met each other's as you nodded your head, willing to give him anything. And with that, he stepped off the bed and pulled his boxers down, finally revealing what he had underneath.

His thin, long dick with the prettiest, pink tip sprung out as he gestured you towards him.

"On your knees. Now."

And so you listened.

You dropped your knees to the floor and inched towards his dick, realizing that you had fantasized about it in the past. But what Itachi didn't know is that you had never given head before.

Your mouth opened wide as you let him insert it himself, a small groan escaping his lips once he felt it against your tongue.

You didn't know what to do. You knew that. But before you could attempt to make him feel good, he spoke,

"I'm going to throat fuck you okay?" And you have to take it." You nodded, and let him do what he wanted to you.

It started off slow. A gentle pace as he became more vocal, almost near moaning. But as his pace picked up, you didn't know if you could take it. He began thrusting in an out of your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat while his hands held your head, and as that happened you couldn't stop yourself from gagging.

"God your mouth feels so good on my cock."

By this point he was practically pounding into your throat, a sensation you had never experienced as tears fled down your cheek. Your eyes closed for a second, trying to catch yourself and let your throat relax, but as you opened your eyes and looked up at him, the tears from gagging turned into real tears. It was too much for you. And he could tell.

He stopped, slowly, but finally came to a stand still as tears still streamed down your eyes. "Y/n, are you okay?" You sat there on your knees in silence, embarrassed that you knew you couldn't handle it.

"Hey, hey, shh, it's okay," he grabbed you from the floor and lifted you up onto his bed as he got under the covers with you. Now you both were fully nude, bodies pressed against each other, but you enjoyed the comfort. It was more than just sexual.

"I'm sorry," you tried to speak amidst the tears, "I've just.... I don't know,"

"What is it? Tell me?"

"It's just that.... I... I have never given head.. And you expect so much.. I don't know what I thought. I knew I couldn't keep up with girls your age. This whole situation is just so much for me."

"Hey, shh, it's okay. Y/n it's okay. We don't have to do anything."

"But I want to," you replied amidst tears.

Itachi sighed. "It's okay. It's my fault for being so rough. I'll take care of you baby, let me show you how I've always wanted to fuck you."

Baby. He called you baby. And with that you agreed, nodding your head and leaning in to kiss him again.

This time it was sensual, your tongues licking each other as his lips trickled down to your neck, finally reaching your tits. He played with them for a bit, gently sucking and squeezing your nipples to force moans from you, until his lips trailed even further down, finally able to make you feel good.

"Such a pretty cunt," he pressed a kiss right on your clit, making your legs buckle. As his tongue flicked your clit in ways you could never imagine, you found yourself moaning very audibly; a sound you thought Itachi would never hear from you. He led you close to your release and sped up even faster, until finally stopping, leaving you upset that he didn't let you finish.

As his head perked back up, his lips red and flushed, he smirked, finally bringing his dick to your entrance, leaning in to whisper in your ear again.

"This may hurt baby, tell me if it hurts and I can either fuck you through the pain or stop. It's all up to you."

You nodded, unable to audibly form words. You simply couldn't wrap your mind around that fact that Itachi was speaking to you like this- like he wanted you. As he lined his dick up with your opening, he slowly pressed in, making way for his cock as you two watched each other forcefully- no eye contact broken. You both moaned, heavily once it finally managed to reach all the way in and Itachi leant in to kiss you as he started thrusting inside you.

His moans grew as well as his words, "Fuck, what a tight cunt," "Good girl, keeping squeezing around my cock." The pace of his thrusts increased as his thumb suddenly found your clit, rubbing it roughly and nearing you to an orgasm. As you locked eyes with his, you felt yourself coming undone the minute he spoke. "That's it- good girl, yes, yes- just like that let it out- show me how you cum" And as you reached your climax, moaning harder than you ever have before, you found yourself extremely close to Itachi: your lips pressed against his and as your mouth was open in an 'O' shape, he mimicked the same, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Once you finally caught yourself, you felt Itachi's dick start moving again inside you, and as his pace picked up you could tell he was close.

"Baby, I'm going to cum in you okay? Has anyone ever done that before?"

And as quickly as you could reply 'no', he came fully undone, groaning heavily as you felt his white cum seep out into you, almost as if him being the first person to release in you tipped him over the edge.

His body weight rested on you, skin to skin while his dick remained inside you and your breaths matched each other's. You couldn't wrap your mind around the events of tonight and how it lead to this although you'd never complain ever again in your life. From seeing Itachi pissed off at you in your bra (which was evidently because he didn't want anyone else to see you like that), to being rough and dominant, to then fucking you sensually, telling you how beautiful you were, you simply felt like you were dreaming.

"Itachi, please pinch me and tell me this is real," you urged.

"It is real, and it's perfect, but it may not be tomorrow... We may have some explaining to do."

You paused, upset at the fact that this night could not last forever.

"Well let's make it last as long as it can- you can be more rough with me... show me that side of you.. I want to experience it."

Itachi smirked, flipping you over immediately onto your stomach and into an arch with your ass in the air.

"Good, because this ass looked like it needed some smacks." And as you felt his massive palm strike down on your right cheek, leaving an obvious mark, you knew that tonight you were about to experience something sexually that you never had before.

And tomorrow's problem... was tomorrow's problem.

[laswells-ashtray]

The fun thing about taking a childcare course in college is that now I'm going to tell you the 141's key features of attachment when they were children/toddlers and you can't stop me.

If you've seen any of my Price-posting then you know I think his parental situation consisted of a dead mother and a drunk father who was heavy handed with a belt, this stands.

John's key feature of attachment when he was just a little toddler was safe haven, returning to dad when he was upset even if the man had drunk himself into unconsciousness. But the lack of conscious interaction did nothing to soothe his distress or anxieties, so in the long run, it resulted in an ignorance towards the man's actions. John couldn't tell you if he entered or left a room because he became so apathetic to his presence and he became reliant on himself for comfort and protection that in his adult years it's why trying to explain his discomfort or anxieties to someone else makes his skin crawl. It's also why he so often acts as a base of security for the other men, spending years self-soothing leads him to try and soothe others the way he never was.

Kyle was without a doubt proximity maintenance, didn't matter if it was Mum or Dad. He wouldn't need to be clinging to them but if his Mum was in the living room and then moved to the kitchen then he carry his blocks through to the kitchen table so he could play while she was near. If Dad was out in the garden fixing up his older brother's bike then Kyle had his toy cars and was playing with them on the steps just a few feet away.

He didn't need their attention at every second but he needed the comfort of knowing they were nearby. He has a great relationship with both of his parents, on the worst of days he'll go home and sit in the kitchen while his mother cooks and they'll talk. She doesn't want his help because God, if he isn't fucking useless with anything other than a pot noodle but she'll let him sit there for as long as he needs and they'll just chat about whatever.

Simon's was secure base. If little toddler Simon Riley was exploring a new environment then he needed Mum somewhere in the general vicinity so he could return back to her every 10 minutes or so to stop the experience from becoming overwhelming.

Only, we all know what his childhood was like. And my perception of it is that his mother's mind was elsewhere, her priority was ensuring Simon didn't do anything to anger his father. So, it resulted in almost a disinterest, the less she cares about what the little one is babbling on about then the less likely he is to get enthusiastic and subsequently loud, which would upset his dad. And the lack of interest or comfort she provided led to Simon approaching new environments with an uncharacteristic disinterest for a child of his age, he wouldn't explore or participate in any of the same sensory seeking activities as other children his age. He'd just sit there on his own and glance around with a blank look. In later years he'd struggle to form good relationships with people because of his perceived disinterest, he'd never be enthusiastic about anything. Eventually, he'd learn how to express himself in a way that doesn't make him embarrassed but also can't be mistaken as a lack of care.

Johnny is without a doubt separation distress. Take him away from his Mammy and see what fucking happens. If Mrs MacTavish is cooking then he's standing by her side and holding on to the edge of her cardigan. And when she realises she's three seconds away from tripping over him then he's sitting on the counter and her cardigan is draped over his shoulders as he babbles away at her.

He has a good relationship with his dad too, mind you. His dad never took it personally but Mr MacTavish knows that when Johnny Boy comes home after being away for months, he's heading straight to his Mum to give her a hug. He keeps one of her old scarves at the bottom of his bag and switches it out whenever he goes home not because he can't live without it but he sleeps a little easier knowing that it's there. If there's anyone in his life whose opinion he cares about it's Mum, if he's going to get a new tattoo then he'll ask her opinion on it first and if she has suggestions then you bet your arse that he's adjusting it accordingly. He can go months without talking to her but no force on earth can stop him from being a Mammy's boy.

[gallifreyan85]

Before the day is done

pairing: Agatha x reader

summary: cast out of the only life you've ever known, you find yourself in the imposing presence of agatha harkness herself, set to get revenge on the witches you're with. she deals with them accordingly, but what to do with you?

A/n: had this in my WIPs for a while now, thought I'd try and make something out of it. This is sort of a part zero?? for this fic, but can be read as a standalone. enjoy!!

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Your head ached. You had only yourself to blame for the situation you found yourself in, seeing as everyone else had already given up on you. Your village, your family, your acquaintances... everyone. And so, alone, naive, defenseless, you managed to stumble into the path of none other than one of the most feared witches in existence.

Agatha Harkness.

The Agatha Harkness.

You realized it soon enough, but it was already too late. It seemed the witches that had so kindly taken you in, showed you sympathy by letting you stay for a night, had also angered her. And she came to get her revenge. It was only a matter of time before she captured you too, bound you with magic and who knows what, and you couldn't- you didn't see a way out of this. You were already cold, exhausted, trembling before her in fear while she sighed. Tilted her head. To one side, then the other, like a predator looking at some helpless animal they had caught, debating the best way to--

„My, my." she murmured to herself, voice low yet intrigued. „It seems I've got myself a little extra this time. What do you think, darling? Should I go ahead and—" she waved a hand, making you flinch.

You followed her calm gaze to the bodies of the witches she'd fought. Well. It wasn't exactly much of a fight. One second they were all turning on her, blasting her with magic, and the next---

Purple.

Blinding.

All-consuming.

And she just laughed, held out her hands as if saying come and get me, go on, as if teasingly luring them to their demise. And that was indeed what happened.

They dropped like ragdolls after that, one by one, drained, powerless.

Dead.

Everyone but you. You had hid, of course, too afraid and surprised and taken off guard by being woken from the first sleep in two days by all the magical crossfire and spells in the air.

When you raised your head a little more the air felt heavy with power, the aftermath of wilting magic, cast and now split into nothing. You allowed yourself a shaky inhale. Agatha, still in front of you, just smirked.

She moved her hand about, enjoying the way you almost winced every time it shifted in your direction.

"Go on, dear." she said coolly, "Give me a good reason to keep you alive. Or else... well..." she smiled, giving the clearing you were in another glance. No words left your mouth. You wanted to speak, to plead, anything, really you did, but you were just... frozen.

You blinked.

She blinked.

Her hand paused in the air, movements ceasing momentarily.

You felt the back of your throat tighten, the threat of tears in your eyes as heavy as the weight holding your bound hands, magic pressing against you from all sides. You were trapped. Alone. There was no changing her mind, and you had no real, good enough reason for her to spare you. A tear slipped down your cheek. Then another. And another. She sighed.

"Oh, Hecate." you heard her scoffing. "Are you seriously crying?"

A sob escaped you, shaky and uncertain. Almost apologetic. She sighed again, looking annoyed, not that you saw it through your endless steam of tears.

"If you're going to sob at my feet at least try to have some-- hey!" you flinched when she lowered herself down to look at you, blinking at her tearfully.

"Are you listening to me?" she asked.

You nodded quickly.

"Do actually know anything useful? Like, at all?"

A shake of your head. And another sigh from her, frustrated this time.

"Hell's sake." she murmured. "You really are useless. Fine."

She stepped back, and you almost stepped forward.

You weren't even sure why.

You should have kept a distance, a safe distance, but nothing you did felt safe anymore, not for a long time until she--

The movement was a mistake. Because she paused. Stood up. Looked down at you. She was frowning now. It only made you cry harder.

"What was that?" she asked.

You gulped.

Words seemed to find you, your voice, returning.

"I- I'm sorry—" but she cut you off at once, looking affronted,

"No-- no. Don't you dare lie to me or so help me I'll look into your head for myself."

That made you freeze. You knew a little about her. Famous, ancient, scary witch. But could she really do that? You supposed she could. So instead of letting her make up her mind you simply blurted,

"I-- I don't-- know."

An eyebrow raised. She looked unimpressed.

"You don't know?"

You shook your head pathetically.

"You don't know why I caught and bound you here and instead of pleading for your little life you actually move closer towards me?"

"I-it's just-- I've been..."

"Yes?"

"I just- I've been... alone... for so long... and I didn't r-really feel safe, at all, but then when you..."

Oh, now she was listening. With a sort of bewildered expression on her very-much-not-349-years-old-looking face. And you just went on. You already lost your dignity. Might as well tell her everything now. What was the last time you were so honest with someone? You found it sad that you couldn't even remember.

"I just... thought... you... you took them down so quickly, like... like you weren't even trying, and I thought, whoever is on your side must feel really, really safe." you said.

It was an odd thing to say. But it was the truth. However terrifying she did seem, there was something about her that seemed to lure you in. Made you want to find out more.

She gave you a look.

Frowning. Processing. As if your words had made zero sense.

"This is so depressing." she muttered, stepping away, disappointed almost. "Honestly, I was about to threaten you and everything and you're already so close to falling apart I didn't even get to making you beg."

"I-- I can still—"

"Oh, can you?" she retorted sarcastically, tilting her head in an exaggerated move. You winced.

"Are you really so pathetic that—" she turned abruptly, then stopped, as if really, really begrudgingly deciding something.

You stayed quiet.

And then, just barely, slowly, so faintly, you felt her magic around your hands loosen a little. You sniffled. Looked up. She was still standing there, stock still, lost in thought. You hesitantly got up. Stumbled. Caught yourself.

She turned so abruptly again that you startled. Her eyes went over you. It seemed she wasn't expecting you to stand up.

A moment of silence. Then-

"Alright, I see this has been a complete waste of my time," she sighed, annoyed, "and you did show some self restraint not attacking me like they did... of course I suppose that was just..." her words trailed off. "But I'm feeling generous today, and this pity party going on in your head really is very pathetic, so... you're free to go."

You said nothing. What was wrong with you? Why did a part of you want to come with her? You let yourself see it for a moment, not alone anymore, but by her side, gaining insight into magical knowledge and-- maybe even learning how to control it. How to do what she can do.

And you scrambled after her.

"W-wait--- wait- please..."

"Oh, now she pleads." Agatha sighed, turning around. "I think I told you to leave. Not many people get the chance to walk away from me unscathed, dearie, so consider yourself lucky and be on your merry way."

"But I want to come with you." you blurted.

She turned. Fully. Facing you again, looking utterly confused. Like no one had said those words to her before.

"With me." she echoed. "You're so desperate, aren't you? Willing to tag along with any powerful witch you meet? Darling that'll only get you more problems. You want to be safe? Learn to protect yourself. And don't get in my way again."

"But I don't know how." you said, a little more sure of yourself but still desperate. You took another tentative step closer.

"Does that sound like my problem?" she said flatly.

You looked up at her, pleading.

"Don't give me those eyes, kid, that won't work."

You blinked. Came just a little closer.

"I'll do anything you want—" you offered hopefully.

"Anything, you say?" a sly smirk on her face, prefect teeth smiling, "Anything at all?"

A nod.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into darling. I'm not much of a caring teacher."

"I don't care. Just please. Let me come with you, I can- help. I can be useful, please—"

"Alright, alright, enough of that. I don't want to listen to more of this pathetic nonsense." She scrutinized you once more, as if assessing whether or not you'd be good on your word.

"And you'll do anything I say."

You nodded. "I promise."

She smiled. Not a cruel smile, but something mocking, teasing you almost, as if saying you'll regret that later, darling. You blinked, eyes still teary, and before you could say another word she nodded. The faintest, barest, hint of a nod.

"Fine."

You swore you wanted to jump up and down. But you stayed put. Didn't move. Scared you misheard her. When you turned around again she was already walking, going down the grassy path, leaving you in the mess of her destruction.

"Come on then, hun." she called, pausing for the merest second, "magic won't wait for you, and neither will I. Let that be your first lesson."

You watched her for a moment, imposing, confident, formidable. Perhaps things would be different now. You'd make them different. You'd make sure of it. You hurried after her, trailing by her side, absentmindedly rubbing over your sore wrists and standing just a little taller. Like an apprentice. Like a witch. 

A/n: title is from Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine. Feel free to comment if there's something more you'd like to see from Agatha in the future. Also, I'm thinking of making a tag list (tagging people when posting a new agatha fic) so if anyone is interested in that comment here or send me a message on private. Love y'all!! <3

[yolli-es]

That was the last time

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, mental issues, mentions of blood, selfharm

At the request of one of the readers. I find this idea interesting. Also, I think you're already tired of my headcanons, so I wrote the text :3 I hope I was able to convey to you the idea I was thinking while typing this.

Jinx was sitting in her workshop, working on her bombs as usual. Before meeting you, Jinx never worried about time. Spending the entire night creating a useless trinket was not a problem for her. But not now. On the walls, on the table, on the floor, and even on the couch. Watches are everywhere, so Jinx always keeps track of time. It also helped her get into the habit of checking her watch. She did it again, as she had done many times before, when she suddenly realized that it was well past midnight and you were still not with her. She actually hasn't seen you for a little over two hours. Jinx breaks out in a cold sweat, and her body trembles. The realization made her jump and immediately run out into the street in search of you. In her head, Mylo and Claggor immediately started suggesting the worst-case scenarios. But now was not the time to panic; Jinx had to be stronger than them now. She knew without Mylo that you were probably in a terrible situation right now. You couldn't do something stupid again, could you? It could be fatal. And it will be her fault. Again. 

"It's your fault now."  

"Shut up, Mylo."  

When you officially started your relationship, Jinx knew it would be a hard and challenging time for the two of you, but she never realized how hard. 

Jinx ran and ran, knowing exactly where you were and what you were probably doing. You left "on business" a couple of hours ago, and she was only now thinking about the real reason. "I'm disgusting, disgusting, just useless," was going through Jinx's head over and over. It was too obvious; how could she miss it? The way you looked, the way you trembled and blinked awkwardly at her questions. It was so obvious this morning. You thought about it all day, fought with yourself, and she just did nothing; as always, she couldn't help. No, she just didn't want to. Mylo was destroying her for it right now, making her cry but not stop. She fought with her mind and thoughts just to get to the decrepit factory with only two floors. It's too old to use, but also too expensive to just tear down. It's just that no one needs it. That's why you're so drawn there? 

It took her another two miserable minutes to reach the farthest room on the second floor. It was dark, but the light from the lantern came through the right window, giving Jinx a chance to see the basics of the place. There was a complete mess around you—a bunch of paper, candles, and some junk. And you were lying on the floor, holding your knees with your back to Jinx. The air was heavy, the atmosphere oppressive, and only the sound of your breathing in the complete silence allowed Jinx to relax a little. 

Hey, Toots—Jinx began, walking up to you slowly, trying to catch her breath,—You didn't do anything wrong, did you? You didn't have to run away from me. 

You didn't answer, although you were startled by her sudden presence. You must have been too desperate and decided that she would never come.

—She’s become so persistent today—you answered very quietly, sometimes forgetting to breathe and simply suffocating—I just couldn't resist.

Jinx was finally close enough to see the small blood stains just inches away from you. Damn. She took a deep breath, trying not to burst into tears and become hysterical.

Unfortunately, Jinx wasn't the only one who suffered from voices in her head. However, while she had Claggor with his comforting words and encouraging words, you were all alone. Just you and "Alice," as you called her. A girl with long, white hair, always hiding her face, and significantly shorter than you. She had a sweet voice but cruel words. Alice hated you and longed to take your place. Because she was better. You described her so realistically, truly believing in her existence. Jinx realized that Alice was only in your head when you suddenly ran away from her in the middle of a conversation. Jinx asked you about it later, and you said that Alice took you away then.

Jinx understood you like no one else, so your peculiarity was not a problem for her. Until Alice began to cross the line and deliberately suppress your personality along with your body. At first, you behaved aloofly, often not hearing Jinx and awkwardly asking to repeat herself. Then you became irritable, and only after that Jinx found out about your cuts, which you did yourself. "Alice made me," is what you answered. Jinx tried to act radically, constantly repeating that it was only in your head and self-harm was just crazy. You almost broke up then. You were so angry and upset, screaming and tearing your hair out. And then you suddenly went silent and ran out of the workshop, leaving her alone. If Jinx hadn't decided to follow you then...

Enough time has passed since that incident that Jinx swore to herself never to make you feel so insecure and misunderstood again. But then she did it again yesterday afternoon. She's sorry, but you just crossed the line. Then she spent the whole day with you just to make sure you were safe.

And now she has to bear the consequences of her actions. And it's just unbearable. You look sick, almost dead.

It doesn't take long for Jinx to fly up to you and gently flip your body over. Your eyes are closed, your body is shaking, your hands are weakly clinging to her hand, and, worst of all, this time you went too far and cut your legs. Your arms were hurt too, even more than usual this time. One of the cuts was so deep that Jinx thought she could see the bone. It looked disgusting and simply awful, but Jinx was tormented only by fear and sadness. Your clothes were covered in blood, some of them torn into shreds and clumsily tied around your arm and leg. Maybe Alice had left at some point and the will to live had returned to you. But it was too late, and you didn't have the strength to help yourself.

What have you done?—Jinx sobbed, no longer able to hold on. Nothing matters now; there's only you and her. Fighting, voices, work, and everything else just don't matter.

Sorry—was all you could say before falling into a deep sleep. Now that Jinx is finally here, you are safe. Alice can't hurt you, definitely not now.

Jinx pulled you out of there as if in a fog. The street, the alleys, the workshop, the search for Shimmer, and, finally, salvation. Yes, Shimmer did a good job of coping with your suicidal antics, but alas, the scars remained. Jinx blames herself for all of this. She saw your condition, knew about your thoughts, and still did nothing. Even when your worsening condition was her fault. She is too busy with her own problems; Mylo and Claggor constantly put pressure on her. You cannot be a support for her, just as she cannot be for you. But she still does not give up trying to be there with you. Jinx still loves you too much to leave you, but not enough to focus on your problem.

Sure, you'll wake up in a couple of hours. You'll apologize with tears in your eyes, and Jinx will do the same. You'll live in harmony for another week, and then Alice will come back.

Jinx promises herself to be better, for the tenth time. Perhaps this situation taught two of you a lesson, and now you will support each other? Who knows.

I'm going back to yandere requests, I hope you're happy about it 🤭🥴

[sofreddie]

Not What You Wanted - Part 2

Summary: Sam and Dean begin to discover who Y/N is while she struggles with a rude awakening that foils her plans.

Characters: F!Fan!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gadreel, Crowley

Warnings: Soulmate AU, Canon Divergent AU (Season 9/10), Angst, Injuries, Kidnapping

WC: 3,192

A/N: I working on creating a masterlist for the series. Please let me know if you requested a tag but aren't seeing anything. Some tags get lost in the notes, and others haven't received notifications. New chapters are posted every Friday.

Part 1

Sam hated that he had to lock his brother, Dean, in the dungeon of the Bunker. But after the Angel Gadreel showed up unexpectedly and Dean had slit him across the torso with the First Blade, they had no choice. The Mark of Cain that his older brother wore was changing Dean into an angry, violent, bloodthirsty being. It also took its toll on Sam, who struggled to see his brother held captive by an ancient and powerful force. He was determined to rid Dean of the Mark and to battle whatever consequences came their way until then. 

Now, however, Sam was headed with Cas to try and find Gadreel after only locating the pool of blood on the War Room floor where he once sat. He couldn't have gotten far with his injury. It wasn't long before the pair came upon Gadreel's vehicle pulled off the side of the road. A quick inspection showed even more blood, pools of it leading in a trail off into the thick underbrush that grew alongside the road.

Noticing their presence, Gadreel tried with little strength to move away from them, but it was useless. Castiel knelt beside him, raising a hand to heal the Angel's wound.

"No, Castiel," Gadreel protested. "Your grace-"

Castiel dismissed his concern, healing him anyway. Sam listened as they talked of Metatron and Angel Radio.

"I can sense God," Gadreel spoke, looking into Castiel's eyes questioningly. “Has He returned?”

“Yes, I tracked a source of God's power on Earth. God brought someone here,” Cas continued, with a sigh, looking at Sam directly. “I believe you met her - which was why I could smell that connection on you both. She’s your soulmate,” he stated to Sam. “Yours and Dean’s.”

Sam looked at Cas; the silence between them stretched out as Sam processed what he was hearing.

That must have been why he and Dean had both felt so off. Like lightning to his brain, Sam realized it had to be her, the woman who emerged from the woods. It was too coincidental that she came from the same direction Cas was sensing the power, and both he and Dean felt so weird after leaving her at the bus station. But now? Now, he just felt anger. Castiel flat-out lied to them about the woman, about their Soulmate.

"Why?" Sam demanded through clenched teeth. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I figured that we all had enough to focus on as is, Sam," Castiel argued. "I fully intended to investigate further at a later time."

"You intended?" Sam echoed. "You know, it seems to me that something like my soulmate would be something I want to decide about."

"I can help you find her," Gadreel offered, trying again to prove himself to the Winchesters.

"I can't sense her anymore," Cas muttered before meeting Sam's angered gaze. "Either she's been warded, or she's-"

Sam bit back the growl that rumbled in his throat. "You two, figure out what Metatron is up to."

"Where are you going?" Cas shouted after Sam's retreating form. 

Sam didn't respond, but he didn't need to. Cas knew he was going back to see if he could find the woman, still feeling she was a distraction and burden at the most inopportune time. But he also knew if God had sent her, she might be necessary.

"Let him handle it, Brother," Gadreel insisted. "He will call for help if needed, yes?"

-

With Dean locked safe in the Bunker's dungeon for the time being and Castiel working the Metatron angle with Gadreel, Sam returned to the bus station in Lebanon, hoping to pick up the trail.

A freaking soulmate?! If he were honest, he'd understand why he felt the way he did around and apart from her. Dean had felt it, too. He was pissed at Cas for keeping it from them for sure. But he had to be pissed at themselves for not listening to their guts - or hearts - and even pretty pissed at her for running.

She had to have felt it. Whatever she said about a 'boyfriend' was why she ran. Issues with men? However, Chuck had brought her there, so she must have known something. Either about Chuck's plan or about him and his brother. Did she know she was their soulmate?

He was driving himself in crazy circles and decided treating it like any other case would be an excellent place to start. So he began by talking to the attendant who guided him to the station manager, using his FBI badge and spouting some words about a potential suspect in a case to gain access.

"She bought a ticket," the young female station manager spoke, batting her eyes at Sam. "Asked for the 'longest route with the most stops.'"

"I'm going to need to review the security footage if you don't mind," he said with a tight smile. “I’ll also need a copy of the itinerary.”

The manager escorted him to their security room and introduced him to the guard who worked with him to pull up and review the footage Sam requested. A surprising number of people traveled through this station, and Sam was frustrated at not finding her.

He saw her in the crowd loading onto the buses for a moment, but he never saw her get onto one. He let out a long sigh, rewinding and reviewing the footage again, but he still did not find anything new.

Sam was starting to realize this woman was a lot more clever than they anticipated. She was trying to hide. But was it from this supposed ‘boyfriend’ or them? Sam thought she knew who they were when she came out of those woods, and she used that knowledge to evade them.

Standing in the parking lot next to the Impala, Sam fidgeted with the keys, turning to look up and down the street before him. With a copy of the bus itinerary, he decided to head back to the Bunker to check on Dean and see if he could pick up a trail online.

-

Sleep wouldn’t come for Y/N. She was restless, paranoid, and starving. She forced herself from the bed with a huff, noting it was dark outside. She changed her clothes from the few she had, shoving the items back into her bag and throwing them over her shoulder. Remembering seeing a small diner just a block away, she set out, her hunger finally making itself thoroughly known.

She was on edge, her eyes darting everywhere as she kept an eye out for Chuck or the Winchesters. Part of her said not to worry; they knew nothing and had no reason to come after her. Part of her was paranoid beyond belief. She entered the diner, noting there weren’t many customers. She went to a corner booth in the back where she could see the front door and the restaurant.

“What can I getcha, hun?” The waitress asked, a kind smile on her face. Y/N was momentarily flustered before she placed her order; the waitress wrote it down and smiled again. “It’ll be right out!”

She couldn’t think, and she was beyond tired. Who knew being on the run and in hiding was such hard work? The Winchesters, probably. She scoffed and shook her head, surprised when her food arrived. She must have spaced out for a minute there, the waitress flashing her a worried look before smiling and leaving once more.

Y/N brushed it off, focusing on her meal. She was more than ready to get back to her motel room to attempt to sleep. Seeing a newspaper abandoned by another customer, she quickly slid from her seat to retrieve it and sit back in her booth.

The Lebanon Times, she read the paper's name, then glanced over the date: May 20, 2014. Damn, she was many years in the past from her timeline and world. Closing her eyes to focus, Y/N tried to think about which season and year it was. She did the math, counting the seasons and remembering the story arcs. Her eyes flashed open at her conclusion, and she swallowed hard, hoping she just really sucked at math or was confused about the story.

She hastily finished her meal, leaving more than enough to cover the food and tip on the table, and slunk out the front with her bag slung over her shoulder and the newspaper clutched in her hand. She just needed some rest, and she could review the paper in the morning to see if there were any jobs she could pick up without questions or paperwork. Maybe if she stayed local, she could keep an eye from a distance, and they'd never suspect she'd stay so close. 

-

The car door opened, and the man got comfortable in the backseat before closing the door behind him.

“She’s in there?” 

“Yes, Sir,” the man reported, his eyes flashing black. “We followed the energy signal, and it led us here. Steven and Charles are in the room next to hers.”

“A woman,” Crowley smirked, finishing his glass of whiskey and glancing out the car window to the motel room door that hid their prize. “Let’s go introduce ourselves.”

Crowley and his minions barged into the small, dingy motel room with relative ease and uncaring of the commotion. The woman in question rose from her slumber but was too slow and weak to fend off the demons that held her fast.

“Let me go!” Y/N roared, struggling against the demons that held her arms, her kicks doing nothing to impede them.

“So this is the mysterious woman that God has brought?” Crowley mused, stepping closer to examine her.

Y/N’s eyes widened in recognition; the King of Hell stood before her, studying her like some archeological find.

“What’s your name?” Crowley asked, amused at her stubborn silence and glare. “The hard way then,” he smirked, snapping his fingers and watching as the demons dragged her off to the waiting car, “I love the hard way.”

Their surroundings shook, causing Crowley to sigh in annoyance. 

“You’re being summoned, Sir,” one of the demons provided. “By a Winchester.”

“So it would seem,” Crowley spoke casually as he straightened his suit. “Take her to my palace and secure her in a room. I will be there shortly.”

The demon nodded, and Crowley watched as the hired car drove off. With a snap of his fingers, he vanished, wondering what the Mark-ridden, flannel-wearing nuisance needed this time.

-

Dean knelt before the bowl on the dungeon floor, settling himself after violently vomiting. He couldn't believe his brother and friend would go so far as to lock him in the dungeon. Probably pissed about the dictatorship thing, he mused.

Lighting a match and dropping it into the bowl, he watched the summoning ingredients spark in flame. Seeing Crowley appear before him, he rose to his feet, rubbing at the Mark on his arm.

“What the hell is happening to me, you son of a bitch?” Dean asked, his concern shining through.

“Liquor before beer, bad taco? How should I know?”

“I can't turn it off! Ever since I killed Abaddon, it's like this whole...other thing. I get this high, and I-I-I need to kill. I mean, I really, really need to kill. And if I don't –”

“You yak your guts out. It's the Mark.”

“Meaning?”

“It wants you to kill. The more you kill, the better you feel. The less you kill, the less better you feel.”

“How much less better?”

“One would imagine the least-best better.”

“So dead?” Dean shrugged, scoffing at Crowley's acknowledgment. “Well, Cain had the Mark. He didn't die.” 

“Cain was a demon. Your body's not strong enough to contain the blade's power.”

“What if I got rid of it?”

“You want to get rid of it?”

“What I want is Metatron.”

“Go on.”

“But I have to get through that door, and I have to get to the blade. And you're going to help me.” Dean commanded, leveling his gaze at the demon, who smirked back.

Crowley was more than eager to comply, snapping his fingers. The doors to the room swung open, and Dean walked out, intent on finding the blade.

"You seem…different," Crowley remarked as he followed Dean. "Some sort of power coming off of you. Faint; not from the Mark," he pondered aloud.

Crowley could tell Dean had come in contact with the woman, a faint hint of that energy about him. However, he wasn’t sure if Dean knew he had met the woman. Or, as he could now sense, that she had a connection to them. Crowley smirked, determined to test her and see if his theories were correct. 

Dean entered the Library, ignoring Crowley’s questioning and knowing he wouldn't tell him a thing—not if what Castiel said was true. Then Crowley was the last being he should speak to. Seeing a sigil box on one of the tables, Dean rushed to it with a huff, finding it unlocked.

"You think Moose would've made more of an effort to hide it," Crowley rolled his eyes, watching Dean remove the blade from the box and cloth.

"Thanks," Dean offered, his blade still tightly held in his right hand as he turned to face Crowley. "Now you should leave."

Crowley was ready to argue, to demand Dean join him in exchange for being set free. But the sight of the First Blade gripped tightly in Dean's hand, the Mark pulsing with its own life on his forearm, had him second-guessing. Not only that but there was still the question of the woman he now held captive.

By the next instant, Crowley had vanished. Dean dropped into one of the Library chairs, determined to wait for Sam's return. Sam didn't take long to come through the Bunker door, its loud creak echoing through the concrete halls.

Sam was surprised to see Dean sitting in the library, feet propped on the table. He had a crystal glass in hand and finished the contents, leaving the glass on the table. The box was open, with the blade on the table close to Dean's right hand.

"Dean?" Sam approached with caution. "How'd you get out?"

"Crowley," he answered, leveling a heavy look at Sam. "We need to talk."

"Do you need the blade out to do that?"

Dean had to admit, he loved how Sam was on guard and pensive. Just as Crowley had said, he liked the power of the Mark while also hating what it was doing to him. He glanced at the blade, running his fingers over it gingerly. Wrapping his fingers around it, he held it briefly before tossing it into the sigil box and shutting the lid.

Sam let out his breath, moving to take the seat opposite Dean. He eyed the box, but Dean laid his hand atop it, scooting it closer to himself.

"So…what did you want to talk about?" Sam began, trying to appear calm, but Dean could still sense his defense.

Since Crowley's words and disappearance, he thought about this for a while. After meeting that woman, he and Cas had mentioned sensing a power about him. 

"The woman from the woods," Dean spoke, Sam sucking in a breath but nodding.

"What do you know?"

"What do you know?" Dean countered with a suspicious glare.

Sam let out a huff of air, leaning his forearms on the table. “Cas and I found Gadreel,” he began, eyeing his brother warily. “When Cas healed him, Gadreel said he could sense God's power, too.”

Dean’s upper lip curled in the corner as he growled under his breath. Sam wasn’t sure telling Dean what he had learned was such a good thing, as he was already riled. But he wasn’t about to withhold it the same as Cas had done. 

“Castiel said the power he felt in the woods and on us…he thinks she’s our soulmate. Our shared soulmate,” he huffed with a shake of his head. “I think she might know who we are and is running from us," Sam admitted the thought he'd had earlier, handing over the bus itinerary for Dean to leaf through.

What the fuck was happening?! Dean thought to himself as he ran his fingers roughly through his hair, tugging on the short strands in frustration. God finally decides to show up to do something. But it’s not to stop Metatron or help the Angels or deal with the Mark or anything fucking helpful! No! He doesn’t even show his face; he just zaps some woman into the woods, makes her a Winchester soulmate, and then releases her into a chaotic world. 

She was their soulmate, supposed to be with them, and he’d just let her slip right through his fingers. He was so preoccupied with everything else that he wouldn’t even let himself think over the weirdness he felt because of her. Now, it seemed, he’d pay for that decision, too. Just like every other thing he did. Making the wrong choices and fucking up everything he tried to accomplish, the lives of those around him. Now, with the Mark - pulsing away with an evil lifeforce all its own, worming its way through his veins - he knew it would only worsen.

Still, that selfish and scared little boy inside him - the one still soft and tender and who yearned for love and family and to be held until he fell asleep - begged him to pursue her: to find this woman, their soulmate. As small as it was, it urged him almost as urgently as the Mark itself.

"She could've got off at any of these stops," Dean complained, successfully hiding his inner turmoil from his features.

"Yeah, and Cas said he couldn't sense her anymore. So she's either warded or-"

"Dead," Dean finished, dropping the papers to the table.

Why would she have run if God had sent this woman here for them? Thinking over everything in their lives, he assumed she had to know about them, or else why would she have run? She was smart, already finding ways to disappear and keep herself from detection. He didn't believe she was dead.

"So," Dean sighed. "How do we find her?"

"You want to find her?" Sam answered with surprise. "I mean, I just thought, what with everything, that you'd be against it or wouldn't really care."

The silence stretched so long that Sam was sure Dean was about to explode in rage. Yet, he remained calm, chewing over his thoughts and tasting the words before he spoke.

"Cain had a woman he called his soulmate - his wife - who he said helped calm him and the Mark," Dean explained, too ashamed to meet Sam's eyes lest he find deep-rooted judgment.

"Okay," Sam nodded, accepting Dean's reasoning. 

Sam had his reasons for wanting to find her. He wasn't ready to tell anyone, but he was happy and excited about the prospect of a soulmate. She may be different from the others. She could break the cycle of lovers who died or left them. Maybe she was here to save them from themselves.

PART 3

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HIIIII OMG HIIIIII YOU SAID RITSU PROMPTS??? I WILL GIVE U RITSU PROMPTS OMGGGGG

hes literally my fav ever ajhsdhjvfaggjhafgjfadh BASHING MY HEAD INTO A WALL okay im normal hi i am so sorry

okay so,,,, if i may,,, can i offer u ritsu with a partner who is very much a helper? like they get him morning coffee and organize stuff for him and are always ready and willing to help him with anything he wants/needs?

sdhjhsdgv i am SO EXCITED to meet another ritsu fan SO EXCITED!!!! we are rare so i get so jumpy jsadhasgfd

i hope this prompt inspires you but if it doesnt feel free to delete ofc !! <33 happy writing nd have fun!!! thank you!! :D

˙⟡ jitters

ritsu shinjo x fem reader 

fluff, pining ritsu propaganda 

mdni! 

authors note: i was about to go to sleep when I saw this, and immediately got a vision... rraaahhhhhhh!!!!!

tw: none 

As he does each morning, Ritsu has polished his appearance. An upcoming lawyer is to always keep his appearance put together, in order to reflect his capabilities, after all. He even went so far as to wake up 10 minutes before his usual alarm in order to polish his collar chain. That specific brand sells earrings of the same design… the design that you complimented. 

Perhaps he should acquire them for you as a show of gratitude. You had accompanied him yesterday to search for a file, which should've contained information about a potential client's family. The endeavor itself was fruitless, but he did acquire some useful information! For example: you are sensitive to dust. 

Recordings show that when he set down an unrelated folder on a particularly dusty cabinet top, you sneezed after only a few seconds. Of course, he had to confirm this by repeating the circumstance after 3 minutes, and again after 7, just to confirm. (Not because it was cute. That would be unprofessional, and a distraction from his and your work.) 

You seem to be fond of tomatoes. On that day, and 4 days prior, you had eaten food containing the ingredient while dining with him. You seemed quite satisfied with those dishes. He'll have to remember that for future outings. (Italian restaurants are quite likely to offer at least a few options with tomato. Perhaps he should celebrate your next accomplishment with a visit to the one he's visited quite a few times with his mother.) 

When he voiced his displeasure with the useless search while escorting you to your dormitory, you had slightly laughed. It wasn't in a mocking tone, and he didn't mind it. His mood slightly lightened after it, in fact. (Most who laugh in his presence weren't very polite. But you've never said anything disrespectful about his manner of speech, or way of thinking. Each laugh he prompts from you has him wanting more of it, in fact.) 

The morning walk to your daily meeting spot before your dormitory is the perfect time to compose the words he wants to say to you. He has started escorting you to and from the school building, as it's a good opportunity to recount what you both need to do that day, and what was accomplished. Client meetings? Investigations? Consultations? Perhaps a mission? Your aid in gathering necessary information like client phone numbers and e-mail addresses is a great relief. (He will admit he got slightly vexed that time an informant had made passes at you, while you were attempting to figure out a person of interest's schedule. Also, he may have made an anonymous tip about that person's habit of sneaking alcoholic drinks into his dorm.) 

He has a habit of visiting the corner store for some take-out coffee, as it's on the way to your destination. So, for what reason do you have a similar cup in your hand? It's not the same color either… 

"Morning, Ritsu. Sleep well?" Your voice isn't very cheerful this time of day, but it's nevertheless friendly, and still tinged with tired raspiness. You've addressed him by his first name for some time now, and he has confirmed you are alright with him doing the same. "Good morning, miss (Y/N). As usual, I have. I hope the same is true for you as well, as we both should be in our best capacity in order to secure the laurel crown." It feels pleasant to refer to the two of you with the term 'we'. Two people so compatible, they operate as one. He hasn't managed to refer to you by name alone, but you don't seem to mind it, and even smile at the title. 

You hold out the plain natural white cup. It's covered with a lid, but he can tell by the wafting scent that it's coffee. "Black, as usual. Figured it would save some time if I made it here. Does it taste good?" He has to remind himself to move his hand to take it, instead of just staring at yours. It immediately warms him, even through the leather of his glove. He hopes your hand wasn't irritated by the heat. 

"…it's acceptable." He can tell it's the same brand as the one at the corner store. He also knows you don't drink this coffee, claiming it's too bitter. Did you go out of your way to purchase the brand of coffee he prefers, taking time out of your morning? He knows you dislike waking up early, and like to sleep in as much as possible, even if it's only a few minutes. Did you push that habit aside for him? "Ah, good. By the way, I managed to get that schedule you asked for. I don't have a printer, so I wrote it down on this paper. Hope you can read it." Your handwriting isn't very neat, but he's learned to read it with ease. Ah, you're already a few steps ahead. He stumbles a step to catch up, and thankfully you don't notice. He angles the paper to cover his flustered face. He should order those earrings for you this evening. 

[beforetimes]

Your post about disciple sy looking similar to yqy has given me brain worms. With regards to his presence eventually pushing yqy and sqq into finally addressing their shared painful past I think it would happen post binghe becoming a disciple; because while lbh doesn't visually resemble sqq, his past acting as a sort of foil to sqq which spurs on sqq resentment would probably be magnified 100% with the addition of sy fervent attempts to protect and care for lbh in the face of sqq abuse, because now it's not just lbh at least having a glimpse of happiness in a similar origins as well as potential where sqqs past was only suffering but he also has the protection promised but actually fulfilled by my and what a dark mirror to look into. Here is mini yqy being there as promised while sqq was abandoned man that would set him off like a powderkeg there is no way it would not launch him into even more blatant and frantic cruelty which would cause sy to fight even harder to be there for lbh and bam that's one horrible cycle until it all reaches critical mass where maybe sqq does something to far beyond the pale yqy can't push it under the rug or try to justify it, making him actually stand his ground leading to a blow up fight that finally pushes them into fully airing out everything unspoken between them. Would sqq chill out afterwards probably a bit. But man at that point jumping into the abyss may seem a more viable option for lbh and sy than staying at qing jing. Although sy in canon seems very supportive or revenge by binghes hands so sqq may be in even more danger than in pidw lmao or who knows maybe living well is the best revenge

ohh don't even joke lad this is suchhh a tasty post. i lowkey didn't even look at it from the angle that shen qingqiu would see both yue qingyuan and himself in shen yuan and luo binghe but like. oughh. that works so well. because he probably would feel even more that it was some sort of sick joke, sending these useless disciples to cang qiong mountain at the same time just for him to always stare at them to see what he could've had and just. didn't. for reasons out of his control entirely. while these two kids seem to just goof off without even understanding how lucky they are—?!

i do see a world where shen qingqiu is harsher and more cruel to luo binghe because of these exenuating circumstances but also! maybe it's just the little shen jiu fan in me who wants to imagine that with enough friction and pushback from shen yuan, wearing yue qingyuan's face, maybe he'd ease up? that's lowkey wishful thinking tho... hmm. idk! i've always imagined this au as one for healing more than anything and even though the idea of shen yuan and luo binghe both going off to the abyss to become partners in crime sounds super fun, i've always just! wanted a bit of peace for yue qingyuan and shen qingqiu!

i very much like the idea of shen qingqiu getting to a point where yue qingyuan has to talk to him, though. because it breaks down both shen qingqiu's tempermant to the point of being blatantly irrational and also pushes past yue qingyuan's seemingly unwavering ability to turn a blind eye to shen qingqiu. i don't know how to explain it but the way he brushes everything aside for him almost feels like? babying him in a way? as though he still sees shen qingqiu as this little kid who needs his protection instead of being able to take responsibility and stand on his own two feet. though that might be a pessimistic way to look at it, i think it would make the fall out between them even more emotionally charged ^_^

[kai34902]

Addiction to Tranquility

Blurb: When all eyes are on you, you are forced to preform. till your legs bleed, your heart torn apart, and your mind goes numb you must not stop. Until a boy who has no interest in anything but science and space becomes a safe haven for you.

Or alternatively

When two people realize their feelings too late, and now must rebuild civilization while also try to get rid of their feelings for the other. Just one problem: they're addicted to each other

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Paring: Senku x reader

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Prologue 1: Lettuce boy

Summery: reader meets senku and Taiju who are doing an experiment.

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Word count: 2373

Warning: not proof read, mostly reader's backstory, and 1st person

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Ever since I could learn. I had to be perfect. Coming from a family with generational wealth and prestige, all eyes were set on me and my brother. Few were filled with love and respect, others filled with disdain and jealousy, but most were filled with hatred and disgust. These looks came from the company retainers. They did not once like me. Which is why they pushed me to the brink of exhaustion. 

I never received a normal education, courtesy of the retainers. Instead I was given tutors, but they never lasted long. I had an innate learning ability that was faster than my peers and even the adults. Everytime they praised me to the retainers they were fired soon after. The more tutors they fired the more wary they became. They hired more people to teach me about things that are completely useless in the modern world, funny enough that I still excelled at those activities. Which is probably why the next course of action they took was to assassinate me, though it was more like a kidnapping attempt.

After that incident I couldn't function normally. I was scared out of my mind of people I didn’t know, to the point that I would talk to people behind my baba or brother. The retainers tried to use that as leverage against my baba. He didn’t bid them. He knew the truth, just couldn’t find the evidence to prove that. In the end he hired a bodyguard for both my brother and I. Despite my brother being an up and coming and world renowned martial artist as well as boxer.

My bodyguard is 6’3” or 191cm tall man that I was afraid of. He looked frightening with a glare that could kill someone. Yet it always softens when facing my baba. I can’t blame him nor judge him. My father has an immense beauty that rivals or maybe even surpasses the top model. It took me a while to get used to his presence as he is usually stoic, but in the end he became one of my most favorite people as he would read books he would read to me. I nicknamed him ‘Al’ as I could never pronounce his name correctly.

In conclusion I have an abnormal life. Due to the incident my baba stopped the stream of tutors coming, and gave me professors to teach me the basics so I wouldn’t fall behind. It left me further enclosed into the cage I call my reality. With no friends or people I could safely talk to with no sort of biases or having the responsibility of reporting to the retainers or my baba.  I resorted to befriending the only thing that was available. The moon.

Pathetic right?

My only friend is a large spherical rock in space that's 384,400 km (238 855 miles) away. It's not like I wanted my friend to be an inanimate object that's far away. Yet here I am talking to the moon like a weirdo. I would tell the moon numerous things from what I learned to the minute things like what I ate or saw. The cold light provided a warm solace for my affectionate starved self.

But it wasn’t enough. After one nasty encounter with one of the younger retainers I ran away. Well Technically I didn't run. I had Al drive me out to someplace without a lot of people. A place to myself where I could wind down and won't be judged. He led me to a path where elderly people or regular people would take a walk and relax. It looked kinda boring but I didn’t want to go back so I gave walking down the path a shot.

I was walking down the road with Al in tow who was keeping an eye on me. No one recognizes me, they probably thought that Al was my dad and that we’re bonding. It didn’t matter what they thought as I had enough of that. I was taking in the peace and quiet that I usually hated until I saw something peculiar. 

It was a boy with lettuce-like hair down on the grass and behind a screen. He was watching a pan heat up on top of two cinder blocks and a furious fire in the middle. A strange sight to see on a presumably normal day, even the elderly folk were staring in bewilderment at him. 

It was such a strange sight that I watched him do his experiments the next day and the day after that and the day after that. It was really entertaining. I wanted to go up to him and talk about what he was doing, but I chickened out in the end. Though I guess he caught on to someone staring. Once in a while he would look around as if he was looking for something despite having his friend right beside him.

One day three older looking guys came and beat down the machine the boy brought out earlier. Fortunately the boy and his friend came just in time to witness it, but unfortunately the older boys beat them up despite the brown haired boy blocking their fists. The very scene infuriated me. I had a strong sense of justice, courtesy of my baba and the classical books Al would read to me.

When the brown haired boy finally collapsed, I finally appeared out of my hiding place.

“Oh you with them” one of the older boys asked

“No” I answered truthfully

“Then mind your own business”

“Not till you apologize to them”

“Thought you said that you werent with them” I punched him where the sun didn't shine. He deserved it from the way he was confidently smirking at me. He needed to be taught a lesson. In all honey though I didn't aim there on purpose, I was aiming for his belly. But they’re taller than me, and I'm still not used to hand to hand combat despite fighting training with my brother.

I manage to bring him down before one of the other boys grabbed me by my written and started yelling: “WHAT THE HELL I'LL BEAT YOU FOR THIS KID”

But he was quickly shut up by Al who grabbed him and punched him square in the face which knocked the boy out. The third quickly surrendered with his two friends in tow. I left a first aid kit by the lettuce haired boy for him and his friend.

The next day I came by but the lettuce boy wasn't there nor was his friend. I came by the next day, he wasn't there either. Then I came again, same thing. By the fourth day I was starting to give up on seeing him. I Thought they moved since they were not welcomed there. But thankfully I was wrong, one of the few things I was happy to not be right. 

The boy came back with a strange thing that looked oddly like a sniper gun. He aimed it at the three older guys from the other day and shot at them. Electricity came out and shocked the three boys. Thankfully they didn't look injured but it was so funny that I couldn't help but laugh. In the end he got his revenge. But unfortunately for me he heard me laugh and looked straight at me. I speed walked for the rest of the time I was there. Gave myself a mental note to not come there for a few days. Went back to the company to find my baba asking why I came earlier than usual. I lied through my teeth which I felt terrible about. Surprisingly Al didn’t report what happened which I was grateful for.

That night I told the moon about what happened earlier just like I had been.  Told it about how the lettuce boy was so dedicated to his craft and that I was sorta jealous of him. The moon is the only thing that is able to bring out the truth in me. 

The next day when I went out on my now daily walk I decided to go to a park that was somewhat near the place I would normally see the duo. I only went to this park that's further away from the company because I didn't want to get interrogated by my baba again for coming earlier than usual. Honestly he should be grateful that I'm actually outside instead of inside like I usually am!

I found the swings and sat on them. When I got tired of just swinging around I asked Al to read me a book. The next book that he was going to read to me was 'Pride and Predigest.’ He told me to find a spot while he gets the book and a blanket to sit on. I found a nice shaded spot under a tree that had a nice view of the park. It was then I saw two familiar boys coming towards me. I mentally cursed myself as I didn’t have anyone to hide behind.

“Hey aren't you the girl who has been spying on us for the past week?” A voice spoke as if he was annoyed

“Pardon?” my voice squeezed from nervousness

“Wait, that's her! She's the one that punched that guy square in the nuts Senku! And the one to give us the first aid kit” He pointed at me which was kinda rude on his part

“Wait, you were watching?”

“So it is you” The lettuce hair boy who I now know as Senku interrupted

“Did I make you feel awkward?” I sheepishly asked, “I'm sorry If I did, I was just curious and well…” my voice trailed off

“No I would just prefer if you’d actually come up and introduced yourself instead of staring from a distance like a creepy doll”

“Well then I guess I should introduce myself im (l/n) (y/n) ” I reached my hand forward

“Ishigami Senku” he shook my hand

“And I'm Oki Taiju!”

That day I spent playing with Senku and Taiju with science experiments that Senku brought out. I had completely forgotten about Al and that he was supposed to read to me. The day ended with me spotting my baba’s car and him talking to Al. It was more like fighting but it was one sided with my baba. Al was toying with him. I had to bid my new friends goodbye but promised them I would come back again tomorrow. That night my baba was crying about how I finally made my first friends. My brother was teasing me about how my first friends were boys and asked if one of them was actually my boyfriend. I rightfully shut him up by asking him about the girls he befriended. Baba cried at that too with incoherent sobs about: “his babies are growing up too fast”

I met senku's father about a month after befriending him and taiju. Senku Taiju, and I were in the library educating ourselves with books or the internet in order to help Senku build a swimsuit for his dad. When Bakuya came to check up on Senku I immediately  recognised him to be one of the many tutors that was hired and fired. I almost didn’t believe that I was looking at the same man. He was an eccentric person that I quickly realized when I was learning under him, it was just the fact that he was so overly affectionate with Senku that I thought knew he rivaled my own father.

He recognized me quickly. He was surprised that I could be such a different kid outside of the classroom. He muttered something about it being a small world. He invited me over to his and Senku’s house. I had to beg Al to let me go but he vehemently told me no. In the end I was able to convince him with the help of Bakuya and Taiju, Senku only added his input here and there.

The first visit turned into two, then into three, and soon the ishigami household became my second home. I would visit there more than when I visit the company. In a strange way I became closer with Senku than Taiju. I would aid him in his experiments and offer help when he was stuck on something. 

One day we were testing out the electric waves on Taiju’s body. Senku made Taiju’s arm and fingers move around weirdly which made Taiju shocked. The very scene made me laugh my lungs out. 

After we were done, much to Senku’s dismay, Taiju then started talking about what we wanted to do in the future. He asked me what I wanted to do since I wasn’t set to inherit the company as I wasn’t the oldest. I replied with only one thing in mind: “I want to go to and meet the moon maybe even talk to it”

“So you basically are a creepy doll” Senku joked

“No I'm not!” I yelled at Senku

“Wait hold on! can't you just meet the moon from here?” Taiju asked

“No you big oaf she means she wants to go to the moon”

“Woah! You both basically want to go to space! It's like you guys are meant to be!” He beamed

“Hmmm like soulmates?” My thoughts protruded

“Ew” senku replied fast

“Oh you don't believe soulmates? Not even platonic ones?” I poked at him

“No soulmates are an ideology that humans like to believe. It's not scientific nor provable. Its irrational and a source of trouble”

“Yet living creatures need to procreate in order to have its species continue on, are you saying that humans should procreate with everyone they meet instead of finding that someone to spend your time with and create a family?”

“...yes” he hesitated

“Ewwwww” My face scrunched up, but inside I was laughing my lungs out. It has been a while since I last had so much fun like this. Science is fun just like Senku told me before.

Dear Moon,

Are you happy that this friend of yours finally found her place? Are you proud of me? I’m not. It feels like I'm replacing you with him.

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[trivia-yandere]

Hello! I was wondering If I could request? Yandere bts whoever you choose, where their darling has never cum before, experiencing it for the first time with them and overstimulation, getting dumb off of dick 🥰

yes we can! it wouldn't be us if we didn't add at least a little yandere to it

two sentence horror story

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin... @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom @chimmy-licious

halloween masterlist

word count: 2.309

warning: dirty talk, humiliation kink, slight sadism, restraint, bound/gagged, pussy slapping, possessive/jealous seokjin, oral (f receiving), spitting, edging, yandere/dark themes, fingering, squirting,

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin.

Seokjin likes to think that he’s graced you with his presence. That you are lucky to have him - lucky to have someone so successful, handsome and rich. You were lucky to be his girl, someone who he spoiled with nice clothing and jewelry. He took you on expensively lavish vacations and dates. You ate only the finest food and drank the best wine the world has to offer. You didn’t even have to work, not while you were his girl and he had it - because that meant that you also had it.

But you did work, much to Seokjin’s dismay. You were a woman that didn’t need him to be dependent, no matter how many times he would place his credit card in your hands, you only ever used it on useless things such as gas for your car - the same car he wishes you’d get rid of all together. It wasn’t luxurious and it didn’t fit the look for someone like you - his girl.

Seokjin didn’t appreciate your lack of respect for him. Your refusal to quit your job, stating that you worked hard to get where you were at. So what? Thousands of girls would drop everything to be beside him like you were, and yet everything he did never appeared good enough for you. You didn’t need him like other women would’ve - and that is what upsets him. There was no control over you. You had your own money, car, home - what was he truly useful for if you didn’t need him for anything?

Seokjin had been lenient with you. Even as the months passed and the relationship grew, he had yet to bed you. He learned that you had little experience during one tipsy conversation and that’s all he needed to know to understand now. You couldn’t submit because there was never a reason to - no other man gave you what he could. You wouldn’t submit to a man that couldn’t even make you cum - how comical. 

“J-Jin…”

Seokjin hums, head snapping to your direction. You were always so beautiful to him. You didn’t have to try hard to catch his attention. Your glow was as bright as the sun, radiating off of you heavenly.

Seokjin could say he was a bit of a sadist. It’s another reason why he isn’t quick to bed you - you couldn’t handle then what he had it store for you now. He marvels at your oiled, naked skin, arms wrapped tightly behind you while your legs are spread apart widely, ankles tied beneath the bed post. 

“Remember how you told me you never came before?” Seokjin questions, learning against the bed frame to look down upon you. “That ex boyfriend of yours only cared about pleasuring himself, huh?”

Seokjin notes how you’re confused, wondering why he’s bringing this up now out of all times. 

“I saw you talking to him. It must be awkward working with an ex.” Seokjin’s tone is dangerously calm as he speaks, eyes glaring holes into your face for a reaction. “Is that why you don’t want to quit?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. “I have to talk to him. He’s my coworker.”

Wrong.

Seokjin slaps his hand against your bare pussy harshly. You jump at the impact, eyes widening. “J-Jin-”

Seokjin slaps you again, and again. Each slap is harder than the last. You don’t notice the moans coming between your lips and just how wet you were becoming. Shivers erupt through your skin and it feels taboo just feeling this way; getting pleasure deprived from pain. 

“You’re soaked.” Jin chuckles, fingertips ghosting across your bulging clit. “I don’t believe you.”

You knit your brows in frustration - both sexual and irritable. 

“You and him had dinner.” 

The prints of Seokjin’s fingers place themself firmly against your clit. He rubs in slow, taunting circles.

“I-I…what?” You moan, hips buckling, arms squirming in the restraints. You’re unsure why you allowed him to have you in such a position. It was brought up randomly when you had come to his home and you’d admit that you were curious. 

“I-I…what?” Seokjin mocks, rubbing along your clit more roughly. “You aren’t a dumb bitch, Y/N. You know what I’m speaking of.”

Seokjin never spoke to you like this, but it was hard being upset when he was pleasuring while doing so. You bit your lip to suppress a moan. 

“A work dinner.” You pant, recollecting the only time you had seen the man outside working hours. “You followed me?”

Of course he had. Seokjin scoffs. You were his girl after all - someone he has graced his presence for. He allowed you into spaces other people could only dream of being in. 

“Have you ever been eaten out?” The question catches you off guard and causes you to grow hot with embarrassment. 

Seokjin hums upon your head shake and now he grows hungry, mouth salivating at the thought of tasting you. 

“Though you do not deserve it,” Seokjin lowers himself between your legs, eyes set right on your wet clit. You squirm once more, humiliated by him being so close to you. “I’ll just have a little taste.”

“Jin- oh!” your words are caught in your throat when you feel him - his tongue wet and warm against your clit. It flickers back and forth at a steady pace.

As for Jin, his nose touches the top of your clit as he dives deeper to have a taste of you. Having complete control over you is an added bonus while getting the chance to finally taste you. His tongue laps between your folds as your thighs quiver.

You gasp when Jin leans back to spit, then suckle onto your clit once more. He looks up, eyes watching the way your head falls back as you continue to moan.

“I-I think I’m gonna-”

“No.” Jin pulls back, lifting himself up and away from your clit. You shivered, feeling your high come crumbling down to a disappointing halt. “What do you two talk about?”

You swallow thickly, eyes flickering open. You’re panting as you speak. “N-Nothing but work.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Jin tilts his head. His fingers are dangerously close to your clit once more. “There has to be a reason why you keep going back to work.”

You want to scream that it’s because it’s your job and you need it, but your mouth is shut. Jin fingers enter you swiftly and now he’s pumping inside of you. “You’re so wet that I was able to slide right in.”

Your walls clench around his fingers selfishly, wanting more and more. The pleasure is one you have not felt in a while - and even then it wasn’t like Seokjin’s. Your juices are coating his bedsheets, but he doesn’t care. The sight of you is utterly filthy and worth it.

“You’re going back to see him.” Seokjin’s thumb rests upon your clit as he pumps, rubbing in circles. 

Your eyes are clenched shut and your moaning increases. “Does it feel good, Y/N?” Jin teases - he knows it does. 

“Y-Yes!” you sigh. “So good.”

Jin removes his fingers from inside of you and slaps your clit harshly. You scream, tears lining your eyes. Your high once again came down, disappointed at the lack of pleasure.

“Why should you deserve to feel good?” Jin questions, his tone dark. “It’s not like you deserve it.”

Your eyes blink a few times to look at Jin. He appears serious, waiting for you to respond to him. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” you murmur to him, hands clenching in the restraints. 

Seokjin scoffs. “I want you to tell me why I should let you cum?”

You swallow. “You were the one that wanted to make me cum.” you hiss. You were growing frustrated with the man. He was hell bent on showing you how pleasurable sex could be and not one-sided - but now all it appeared to be was him questioning you about an ex you cared little about.

“Aw, feisty.” Jin cackles.

“If this is what you meant then maybe I could go to my ex.”

Your ears are ringing seconds after you snap at Seokjin, your cheek stinging. The room is eerily silent.

“You…” Seokjin’s tone is deep. The deepest you’ve ever heard it become. 

“Jin-”

Another slap across your cheek, and then another. You don’t manage to speak before Seokjin hovering above you onto the bed.

Seokjin pulls off his pants, underwear going right along with it. He has been lenient enough but your words angered him. To say such a thing to him when he’s allowed you to do what you wanted the entirety of the relationship was a slap to the face.

“I wanted our first time to be enjoyable.” Seokjin says. He spits at your clit once more - not because he needed to. No, you were wet enough, but because spitting on you was what he liked doing to show that you were his - he likes to say it’s a way to mark his territory. 

“Seokjin.” you attempt, but you’re squirming upon feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit. 

“If you cum along the way, that’s great for you.” Jin murmurs, cock now at your hole. He’s entering you slowly.

You widen your eyes at his words. Where was he going with this?

Jin snaps his hips inside of you. You scream out at the sudden impact. He removes himself just to do it again - this time grinding so deep that you swear you could feel him in your stomach.

Jin’s left hand grips your thighs while his right clamps down onto your mouth and just beneath your nose. Your eyes bulge at the sensation of him fucking you. He had no mercy, snapping his hips so roughly that the bedframe slams against the wall behind you.

“And to think I was going to let you keep that little job.” Jin chuckles and shakes his head. There’s already a white ring around his cock. “You’re creaming, baby. You’ve never been fucked this good, huh?”

Your throat groans a response, unable to do a proper one. Your eyes are rolling now, stomach churning. Your walls are clenching around him, suching him in for more.

“But after what you’ve said,” Seokjin pries your mouth open, entering his fingers inside. Your tongue swirls around this, tasting your juices. “I’ll never allow you out of here.”

Your mind isn’t registering his words - after all, you assume this was just roleplay. Men were into weird stuff. Instead you were busy groaning beneath him, toes curling. There’s drool dripping out of your mouth and down Seokjin’s wrist, but he doesn’t go to remove himself inside of you.

“Look at you!” Jin laughs, snapping his hips harder. “Cock drunk. You don’t even know what I’m saying.”

“P-Please let m-me cum!” you gurgle out. You could feel the familiar high bubbling once more, this time even more intense then the last two, 

“Why should I?” Jin removes his fingers from your mouth to cup your cheeks roughly. He was still pissed - and rightfully so. He was already upset that you were a whore enough to have dinner with your edx (colleague or not) and now you were begging him to have you cum?

“Please, Jin!” you feel hot tears pour from your eyes, so far gone that you don’t even realize that you’re crying from pure pleasure. 

Jin’s nails dig into your cheeks so deep that he notices that they begin to draw a pinch of blood. He growls low, feeling his own high coming.

Jin spits on you once more before capturing your lips in his, allowing a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s about to cum. He removes himself from you, cumming right onto your twitching clit, admiring how his cum drips off of you.

“I’ll let you cum, whore.” Jin murmurs, allowing four fingers inside of you now. The stretch causes you to scream once more, but he doesn’t care. He’s pumping inside of you without a care. 

You should be upset. You were being degraded and called out your name - you had spit running down your face. But you weren’t. You were far gone from your sanity, and the only thing you wanted now was to cum like he promised. 

“You don’t understand me now, Y/N.” Jin murmurs to you, eyes fixed on your soaking pussy. “But you’re not leaving. In due time you'll understand.”

“I-I’m cumming…!” you bite your lips, eyebrows knitting. 

Seokjin chuckles darkly, free hand going to rub your clit to bring you closer to your high. He feels you clench around his even tighter, head falling back against the headboard. 

Your juices squirt out, soaking him in the chest. It’s long and accompanied by a low shout.

Your breathing slows as your body twitches. You were feeling exhausted.

“Can you take these off?” you murmur after a few minutes of trying to compose yourself. 

Upon not hearing a response, your eyes blink open to find Seokjin.

“W-What-”

Your eyes are burning and now you’re screaming at the top of your legs. You pull at your arms to shield your eyes, but you are unable to. Your head thrashes back and forth in an attempt to get away.

“Now you can’t work if you can’t see.” Seokjin says in between your screams. “If you can’t see, then there’s no one else to look at.”

You’re crying, but even then it hurts. Your vision is blurred until it goes completely black.

“Now I can take care of you like I intended in the beginning.” Seokjin’s voice is now calm - peaceful. The one you recalled since becoming entangled with him. “Behave, or I’ll have to hurt you again. And I don’t want to do that, Y/N. I love you.”

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin.

He reminds you every day that if you misbehave, he'll take your hearing next.

[wildernessworship]

Some thoughts on the Lottie and Travis dynamic in 3x9.

Lottie doesn't want the group to leave, but she doesn't do anything to make them stay. On the other hand, she also doesn't try to stop Shauna from forcing them. 

Thing is, nobody who wants to leave actually puts up a fight, despite having the numbers and two of them being armed with a gun and crossbow. They don't even try to get Shauna to back down (and you could write an essay on the psychology of that, but that's not my focus here). 

So Travis doesn't get to leave, and he specifically blames Lottie for it. He spends hours making an elaborate booby trap spike pit so he can lure her to her death. Sir, that is an escalation. That is premeditated murder. And the way he baits her is calculated. He plays on her desire to be helpful and uses the one thing he knows she's obsessed with: the Wilderness and deciphering Its communication to them. 

Their relationship is so fucked up, and Travis isn't a complete innocent in this dynamic like I've seen some people try to imply. He relied on Lottie and the idea of the Wilderness to get through the winter. He was desperate for something to make sense, for an ounce of comfort and stability, and he looked to her to provide it. He enabled her and fed into her delusions when it was what he needed to survive, but now those same delusions are in his way. 

Lottie pushed with the shroom-induced hallucinations, and her singleminded focus and indifference to his pain was scary, and it changed how he viewed her and broke his trust in her. But he went along with it at first because he was also looking for answers, and when it became too much and too traumatizing, he lied his way out and diverted Lottie's attention to Akilah, who had only ever been kind to him. He's so far beyond his limits, he didn't even think twice about ditching everyone and walking out with Kodiak. 

I absolutely get why Travis has made the choices he has, but I'm not gonna pretend he's standing on a moral high ground. It's not about who's good or bad; it's about survival. They're all making decisions under intense psychological duress, and it's a useless exercise to point the finger at any one person because they all have responsibility for their situation. No one is entirely guilty or innocent. It's messy. 

Lottie takes his bait and is successfully lured, but Travis hesitates and gives himself away. He's grown to fear Lottie and hate what she represents, but he's also still drawn to her and to the Wilderness. He's angry and scared and desperate, but he knows she's not a monster, and he can't bring himself to actually walk her into the trap.

Lottie sees he's upset. "Tell me, I can help," she says. The thing about Lottie is that she's extremely earnest. She's sincere in the things she says. She's sincere in wanting to help the group. She genuinely believes they're safer where they are, and she really does trust the Wilderness. Her earnestness draws people to her, but it's also what makes her dangerous. 

Travis really pushes back for the first time. Lottie can't help him because she is the problem. She and her bullshit are ruining their chance at rescue. She told him about shrinks and pills, but he doesn't know what it actually means. He doesn't understand why she can't let go of her belief in the Wilderness now that they have a way out. He just knows she's in the way of what he needs. 

Lottie apologizes to Travis, and she means it. She says she wants him to feel Javi there with them, and she means it. Because she feels Javi's presence all around them, in the woods and the wind, and it brings her comfort. 

Lottie had nothing to do with what happened to Javi, but she feels responsible. She was unconscious when he died, and she was horrified when Misty told her what they did. She could accept her own death if it would help them survive, but she didn't want them killing each other, and she feels a deep sense of guilt over it because she was supposed to be leading them. It's a big reason she pushed leadership to Nat. 

Of course Travis doesn't know that, he thinks Lottie approved of Javi's death, because that's what Misty told the group. Still, he can't bring himself to actually walk her into the trap. He can, however, live with letting her walk into it herself. Lottie steps forward, and he's conflicted, but he doesn't stop her. 

Lottie knows what she's walking into, but she trusts the Wilderness to make the choice. It will decide whether she lives or dies. She's so far into her delusion that self-preservation is not a consideration.

She told us earlier: "It's not me, it's what It wants." Lottie isn't really driving the car right now. The Wilderness is at the wheel, whether that be her illness or a supernatural entity influencing her or both. 

She stands over the pit, and the branches don't break. Travis is in shock, and she smiles a little knowing smile at him. I've seen people call it a smirk, but it doesn't look like a smirk to me. It's more gentle and understanding than that. It's an acknowledgement: I know what you were trying to do, and I don't blame you.

Lottie smiles, and she walks away unscathed. The Wilderness chose to let her live today.

[bountycancelled]

dirty secret

coriolanus snow x reader

tip me on kofi

requested: nope, I pulled this out of my ass, but if you want more coryo stuff lemme know 😜

warnings: suggestive content, coriolanus snow (derogatory), speaking of derogatory, snow has a degrading kink in this so yeah, mentions of cockstepping, faceslapping, just... be prepared

content: im p sure i dont mention readers gender but pls correct me if you catch anything, hella ooc snow (like, this dude would never act like this but I'm a writer which means I can make him do whatever I want), readers a bitch but snow likes it, sub!coryo, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, unedited

smut under the cut♡

a/n: give me more submissive coriolanus you cowards (I'm kidding ur not cowards but pretty please write this man begging for mommy to let him cum or whatever, not for me, I swear.) also, this is my first time writing full smut like ever so, idek what came over and I wanna apologise😭😭

hear me out, academic rival!coryo with a little secret...

the two of share a friend, for lack of a more fitting term, in clemesia, and find yourselves in each others presence often as a result of the fact. and this would be good and well, if the two of you didn't despise each other down to the bone.

besides the fact that the two of you felt the need to prove yourselves due to differing circumstances, you both also shared an insatiable need for power, the kind that could only be obtained by being the very best at the academy.

it was almost comical how much you wanted to beat each other, and this rivalry bled into your non academic interactions, making them just as sour.

coriolanus found genuine enjoyment in getting under your skin, and you retaliating only made him want to poke at you more, which led to you retaliating once again, and so on and so forth.

as time passed, you'd somehow found yourself tolerating snow, even going as far as to enjoy your occasional back and forths with each other when you were the only two in the library, sitting at same desk even though you didn't need to (coriolanus insisted on planting himself directly across from you just to be a nuisance, and it worked.)

your banter turned more and more friendly, confusing your peers as you walked side by side, your arm linked with his as you bragged about receiving a higher score than him on a test, to which he just responded that you had gotten lucky and that it wouldn't happen again.

you didn't turn completely soft though, your insults were still as sharp as ever, even though you now said them with a playful smirk. they were cruel, and always seemed to send coriolanus into a spiral as he attempted to get the last word in, which he never did, always waving the white flag at the end.

you had always held that over his head, the fact that you could always best him in a verbal battle, on top of beating him in assignments and the like. but what you didn't know was that you were mistaken.

coriolanus didn't always relent because you were better at verbal lashings (which you were, but that's besides the point), he always stopped egging you on before your words escalated because if he let you degrade him any further, he wouldn't be able to hide how much he liked it.

he was almost shameless, as if he wanted you to know just how much you turned him on during you spats with him. like today for example, where you had been particularly harsh to him, even going as far as calling him useless. it wasn't his fault, someone had pissed you off before you had met up with him in the library and you were more agitated than usual.

he excused himself to the bathroom shortly after, and you found yourself wondering if what you said had affected him so heavily that he needed to get away from you.

oh, it affected him alright. he thanked the universe that 1) something had happened to make you as harsh as you were and 2) that the bathroom he entered was completely empty because he knew that he would have a bit of trouble keeping himself quiet.

he had barely made it to a stall and closed the door before palming himself through his pants, shudders moving through his whole body as his hips canted to meet his hand.

a whine tore through his throat as he imagined you catching him like this, and he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his hand in his underwear, stroking his dick firmly at the image.

you would probably laugh at him, dishing out every degrading name you could think of, calling him a dirty slut, saying that he was disgusting pervert for being so turned on at you being mean to him. and he would nod his head vigorously, because he was a slut, only for you.

maybe you would slap him across the face, leaving him with red cheeks, or maybe you would step on his poor weeping cock until he came on your shoe. would you make him clean it off? god, help him if you did.

his hips stuttered at the thought of eating his own cum, it was just so dirty and the fact that a simple look from you could turn him into such a depraved shell of the image that he excuded in his day to day was enough to send him over the edge.

he came with a groan, his hips not ceasing their thrusting into his fist until every last drop was out. as he cleaned himself up, fixing his uniform in the mirror, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, you knew what you were doing to him. and if the look you gave him when he came back, timidly taking his seat, it seemed that you had some idea.

"you know, I think you need to punished for what you just did, coryo. for what you've been doing. do you like the sound of that, hmm?"

and if the way the cock pulsed in his pants, already hard again was any indication, he loved the sound of that.

[jasmineiros]

I wasn't going to post this here due to the somewhat sensitive subject of idolization of celebrities and I actually already vented on Instagram stories, but once the dam breaks out it's useless to even try to contain it. And the only thing that is flooding my mind now is rage.

I already hated millionaires, but after Taylor Swift came to Brazil to that freaking circus people called a concert, I hated them even more.

In case you're not aware, Brazil is dealing incredibly badly with the climate crisis. In Rio they hit the temperature of 60°C (100F, but the sensation was of 140F). It was the highest temperature registered SO FAR. A mix of this unbearable heat and the fact that the staff managing the production of concert used certain materials such as god-damned metal to cover certain structures made several people to get severe burns and 23-year-old die of a heart attack.

Now, that's where the irony comes.

After hearing the news, the best Taylor could ever do was posting a stories saying "how sorry she was and she was so young and she was so beautiful and blablabla" but also very vehemently reinforcing that "due to her grief she wasn't going to say anything about it during the show". I mean, a person who technically loved her, had to get donations to travel across the country and literally died because of this god-damned concert and you can't even make a tiny, small tribute for her. She didn't even mention her name in the stories, which was Ana Clara, btw.

She or the staff never reached out to the family to ask if they needed anything, even though they absolutely had the means to do it. Several years ago, when a Rihanna fan was murdered, she personally paid for the expenses of the funeral, because the family couldn't afford it.

And it gets worse.

She cancelled her next performances due to the climate issues. Being herself is the biggest celebrity CO2e polluter of this year so far. And she got back to the US. In a fucking private jet.

I mean, this combo couldn't be more unbelievable. She not only completely dehumanized an incredibly painful and serious situation, as she, with the 1% of magnates that literally rule this planet, is simply the root cause of the imminent destruction of this planet but it doesn't matter, as long as she still has money being shoved into that white ass of hers.

Or maybe I'm being naive, maybe it's our fault, after all, monkeys are meant to the zoo, not to be in the presence of an untouchable, perfect and almighty nature force such as she, since apparently she can't even breathe the same air we do by just using a freaking common airplane, like a sensitive and sane person would.

The fact that she will just run out and make other concerts with that same innocent angel aura, even though she displays a borderline psychopath behavior, like she still was the 16-year-old girl writing songs about her break ups is absolutely unbelievable to me.

This is just so similar to when that cryptofascist piece of trash of Aurora decided it would be just a good idea to make a shallow and generic discourse about love and acceptance and how everyone is being cancelled nowadays when a member of her band posted and gestured dog whistle supremacy symbols on more than one occasion.

Honestly I wish I could feel anything else right now, but the only thing I can still manage to internalize and express is pure hate.