#so someone let him in and then he just started knocking on doors 🔪

[nbadenverweeders]

Sending a political canvasser to my house to bother me about whether or not I’m voting for your guy is the absolute best way to ensure that I never ever fucking vote for your guy in my entire life

[halloweenbitch2764]

i love your blog !! i'm new to reading slasher fics, but i've been loving the hcs people have been coming up with. i'm a sucker for fluffy headcanons about thomas, vincent, and brahms if you're willing 💜

and if you fr do ahs too, kit has always been a fave! and kai... lord have mercy. i'll be happy with whatever tho, i love your writing!

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Ahhh thank you so much! I can definitely give you some fluff :D So, I started writing this months ago and am just getting back to it. I'm gonna skip the AHS boys on this (just for now) because I really want to focus on the Slashers. Sorry!

Slashers x Reader Fluff

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas had had a long day working, and you had had a long day of doing your own chores. Your joints ached, and you thanked the stars that it was becoming fall. The almost unbearable heat from the summer nights was moving out, and it was becoming nicer.

You dressed into your nightgown and climbed into bed. Thomas wasn't far behind, undressing down to his boxers and climbing in after you. He had even gotten comfortable enough to remove his mask. The bags under your eyes felt like they weighed a ton as your eyes struggled to stay open.

You looked over to Thomas, who was already staring at you as he admired your features. He still couldn't fathom why someone as pretty as you would fall for someone like him. You never chastised him like Hoyt did.

You felt your cheeks start burning and averted your eyes, which caused him to chuckle. He pulled you closer to him, and you couldn't help the giggle that left you. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he grinned. Despite being married (at least in the eyes of the family) you two acted like you had yet to leave the honeymoon phase. Of course you had the occasional argument. It was nothing that couldn't be solved though.

Your sleepiness hit you in the face and you felt yourself starting to drift off. Thomas had started his nightly habit of rubbing your back. It seemed as soothing to him as it was to you. You gave him one last sleepy smile before drifting off. He drifted off as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent had been working in the basement (as per usual), and you knew he needed to quit for the night. The sun was nearly setting, and he had worked through the day from nearly sun up. You had brought him food and drinks throughout the day to make sure he didn't get too engrossed in his work. You had also made dinner, which was why you wanted him to stop for the night.

You made your way to the basement, knocking to announce your arrival so you wouldn't surprise Vincent. You opened the door and stepped in, smiling at Vincent, who had looked up to see who was at the door. From the way his mask shifted, you could tell he was smiling.

He wiped his hands off on his apron, and you practically skipped up to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his masked cheek. Vincent hugged you to him before releasing you after a moment. "I think it's time for a break, my love." You say and smile at him. He stands still for a moment as if thinking over what you said before agreeing with you. "It's becoming night anyway." He nodded, and you two headed back to the house.

It didn't take long for you to arrive, and you got plates out from the kitchen, setting the little kitchen table. Silverware came next, and then you plated the food, setting it on the table. Vincent waited for you to sit down before removing his mask to eat. Vincent wasn't scared to take his mask off around you anymore. He just preferred to have it on.

You two ate happily, making small talk about your current projects and such. After dinner was finished, being ate and cleaned up, you headed for the bedroom. Neither of you were ready for bed, but you knew it likely wouldn't be long before you got tired. You yawned and changed into your pajamas before climbing into bed. Vincent changed out of his wax stained clothes and did the same, changing into his own pajamas and climbing into bed with you.

You let out a sigh and rubbed your eyes. Vincent smiled at you, and you could tell he was worn out. You smiled back at him snuggled against him. He blushed but didn't object, wrapping his arm around your waist. You played with a strand of his hair and kissed him sweetly, which he returned. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, apparently more tired than he had realized.

Brahms Heelshire

A soft yawn escaped you as you stood in the kitchen, making the two of you dinner. The majority of the rules had been completed, which left you at dinner. Brahms had disappeared into the walls before you started cooking as he usually did.

You hummed softly as you diced the vegetables that would be used in the dish. Soon enough the dish went into the oven to cook. You let yourself drift into your own little world as you cleaned up the cabinets and cutting board. So far into your own little world that you didn't notice Brahms standing behind you.

The feeling of eyes on you pulled you out and you turned, jumping almost instantly at the sight of Brahms in your peripheral. A soft huff left you as you hung the towel up you had used to dry your hands. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugged before picking you up by your thighs and setting you on the counter. A surprised squeak left you as you grabbed onto him for support. A childish giggle left him. He seemed proud of himself. Before you could say anything he shoved his face into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your chest had easily become his favorite pillow (next to your thighs). When you read to him, he would lay with his head on your chest. If he could find the opportunity to do it, he likely would. You wrapped your arms around his head loosely and set your head on top of his.

Though you couldn't see his face, you knew he was grinning. His body language alone portrayed how he was feeling. You let your fingers run through his hair, gently working out any knots. He nearly purred. And so you two stayed in relatively the same position until the meal finished cooking.

[james-is-here]

hi!!! i absolutely love your writing it's so good! please keep up the good work, i also never really see any kpop boy pussies so i'm hoping you will do this request.

i have a request, what about cock obsessed lee know who can't stand not having reader's cock not pounding his pussy. he gets so needy constantly begging and touching you very different from how he normally acts. so reader in return teases him back and it ends with lee know getting the best fucking of his life. thank you!! 

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Oooh boy, thank you, after I wrote the other Minho fic, I've been motivated to write more and I am slowly but surely becoming obsessed with whiney, subby Min 🫠Also, the boys have like all the brands I know (except Han's) and I didn't want to repeat so your brand in BrandRacha is Prada :P

Also, let me know if I misinterpreted your request and I can rewrite it, I don't know why but I feel like I did by accident. There's still BoyPuss Min, just not sure if I fulfilled it to your liking.

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Tags: Min is called good girl so some feminization, desperate Min, implied color system, lots of edging, Min is called princess, good boy, kitten, other members are mentioned, Minnie gets emotional and drops, brief mention of a cervix. lmk if I forgot anything.

When you have free time, it's not just your free time it's yours and Minho's free time and during this free time he flips from his usual self so fast you get whiplash and you're completely thrown off every time.

He's seemingly annoyed that you and Chan hug him but that night he's a complete 180, begging for you to hold him close and let him ride your thigh.

Absolutely killing the stage and being his usual annoyed but loving self and after he's dragging you to an empty room, shoving himself against the door and pulling you in for a kiss while pulling your hand to his crotch and grinding the best he could in his stage pants.

You're wrapping your arms around him from behind on camera or on stage and he's standing there almost begrudgingly but really he's throbbing in his pants and soaking his underwear and when alone his hands are all over you trying to pull you close.

Don't get me wrong, you love how obsessed Minho was with you. You both have equal libido and stamina and it amuses you whenever you see the needy look his eyes. It's just...oof, well, a lot. He does relax but if you had to think, he has you inside him more often then not having you inside him.

Yes, the boys know about you, unfortunately Minho's neediness can be relentless and he said himself before a movie night with the others "I'll behave, please just let me cockwarm" and next thing you knew, Minho was squirming in your lap and Chan scolded both of you before kicking you both from movie night and to your room.

Now, you've been gone for a week for a Prada event and it was really fun to do something on your own from your group but ~someone~ called you at every opportunity the first day you arrived at the location the event was at that you had to send them your schedule so they didn't interrupt anything.

When you arrived at the dorms from the airport, it seemed that no one was home. It was late but most of them usually stay up late. Walking down the hall, you knock lightly on Chan's door before opening it. "Mn!" He looks up from his laptop, taking off his headset and getting up to meet you at the door to pull you into a tight hug, a smile growing on your face as he squeals softly and rocks you back and forth. "Hi Hyung!" Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you return the hug.

He then starts to jokingly cry and pull back, holding your shoulders at arms length. "I have all my kids back!" You let a snort out as he pulled you back into his arms. "Oh, I hope you're never gone that long again." "Hyung, You're sounding like an obsessed boyfriend." "No, I'm your desperate hyung, go take care of your boyfriend please."

You laugh as he all but begs you, turning you around and pushing you towards Minho's room. "I'm so jet lagged though, can I wait until tomorrow when I'm more awake?" "No, now, please, go." You shake your head and lightly kick your bag to roll over to your door before smiling at Chan. "Not a very good welcome home, you're all settled for the night." "I think Hyunjin is still awake painting." You turn in the opposite direction to go say hi to the dancer. "Jinnie." You cheer softly but Chan grabs your wrist. "Hyung..." You pout and he pushes you back over to Minho's room. "Boyfriend first, Jinnie later." Groaning you playfully shove him before going to your boyfriend.

You open his door, not even deciding to knock, and find your boyfriend in your hoodie and his sweats, laying in his stomach with one leg extended and the other thrown over his mangled blankets. He's hugging his pillow but looking again, the pillow case doesn't match his and you realize it's your pillow.

There's enough room next to him on his left so you gently crash next to him, throwing an arm over his back and pulling him, causing him to roll onto his side and into your chest. His hand falls open and something slides out, picking it up, it's a remote. You chuckle before placing it to the side and reaching down, placing your hand on his abdomen.

Tugging his hoodie, you slip your hand underneath, his skin warm under your cold hands and he whines in his sleep. Moving down, you slip into his sweats and you were honestly expecting his boxer shorts but instead you felt lace. Tracing the delicate details, you follow them until his hip, gently taking the band between your fingers then sliding further down until your fingers are near his core. "Min~" You groan quietly and remove your hand, pulling him closer until his ass is pushed into you.

Reaching up, you grab the remote, wrapping your arms around him before pressing the button for the second setting. His body jolts and pushes back into you as he gasps, breathing heavily. You can faintly see purple in the dark room of the remote and you smile softly when you process what toy is nestled inside him, the only one he has access to, not too long but not to short and no stimulation to his clit. It was the worse one to be left with but hey, you love torturing him.

Moving the remote to the other hand, you reach back into his sweats, dragging your fingertips over the lace of his underwear then grab his thigh, carefully lifting his leg and shifting onto your back slightly so he's laying back on you.

Your hand cups his heat, causing him to choke out a gasp as his chest heaves faster and his hips start to squirm. Raising the speed, your fingers find his clit through the fabric, making tight, quick circles that pull quiet moans out of him as he parts his lips and leans his head back on your shoulder.

"Minnie~" You murmur quietly, moving the fabric to the side and touching him directly. He is soaking wet, dripping around the toy and all over your fingers. "Minnie, Princess~" His breathing picks up, chest rising and falling rapidly and as his hips squirm and push back into you and your hand. You draw a few more rapid circles before withdrawing from him completely and turning off the toy.

He lets out a choked sob, hips still moving wildly as he tries to chase his high before eventually settling down with a whine and turning his head towards you, opening his eyes and blinking away his tiredness. "Hyung..." He pouts and you kiss it away. "Hi Princess." "Please~" "How about...no."

You turn the toy on again, resting your hand above his core and holding him against you. "How about I finally get back at you being a slutty brat, huh?" "I-I'm not a brat." "Mmm, but you are, Princess, don't lie." "M'Not, fuck~" You add your fingers back into the mix, playing with his clit. "Did you really think I wouldn't get back at you for being rude to the boys?" "I-I wasn't...I'm not-" "We just want to love you, Minnie, why you gotta hate us?" He whines and shakes his head. "N-No, that's not..."

You turn off the toy again and remove your hands from him. "No, Hyung, please stop." "You want me to stop? I'll stop if that's what you want." You move slightly, making it look like you're gonna leave the bed before he turns towards you, eyes brimming with tears as he grabs your wrist. "Don't go, please, please just fill me up please, I want your cock so bad, please." "I don't know if you deserve it, Minho. You should appreciate our love."

He gasps, sitting up and pushing you onto your back before straddling your thighs. "I-I do, I really do. I swear I appreciate all of you, I love all of you." "I don't know, Min." Your left hand, extended out on the other side of the bed, you click the second setting and he squeals with a gasp, hip jolting on your thighs before you place your hands on his hip to hold him still as his upper half falls forward and his hands prop himself up on your stomach.

His moans are breathy gasps as he tries to move his hips. "How about four more?" "Four?!" Tears fall down his cheeks as his fingers tighten around your shirt and his nails dig into your skin, not painful thanks to the shirt barrier but a light sting. "No...No, please, I'm sorry. I-I do a-appreciate you all, I d-do show it, I-I'm not a liar, Hyung, please..."

You know he does, he's not that cruel but it amuses you how he teases the boys and shows distain for their affection but then 180s with you and always tries to get your cock in him.

"Four more, for the last four boys." "No, please, I'm sorry." He cries and leans down until his face is hidden in your neck, tears falling onto your skin. "This is how you'll make up for it, yeah?" "No, please...M'sorry, Hyung, please..." "I said four didn't I? You don't know what I'll do for you to make it up to me." He doesn't have to make it up to you, you know the truth, but again, you love torturing him.

"Four more times then I'll tell you what I want." He whines when you finally shut the toy off, hip shaking in your hold. "Three, my bad. Or I could start over and you could do seven and tell me what each member means to you while trying not to cum." "No! Fuck, please, I-I can't take it."

Okay, you weren't that cruel...maybe another time.

"Four more, kitten." Turning it to the fourth level this time, he jolts, slowly trying to slide his hips further up to meet your crotch but you kept him in place. He harshly tugs at your shirt with a whine. "Off, please, off." "Don't move. You move, we start back at three." He nods, his hands moving to your waistband as you sit up slightly and remove your shirt. You could barely drop it to the floor when he pushes you back by your shoulders and his hands are rubbing your chest, his nails are scratching lightly against your toned stomach, their moving to hold your waist, they're everywhere.

"Stop." "What?" He whines and brings your hands back to his hips. "I-I'm gonna cum, stop." You smile gently and stop the vibrator. "Aw, thanks for telling me, such a good girl taking her punishment." You praise, lifting a hand to cradle his face and he leans into it, your thumb wiping away his tears and you pull him down, attaching you lips to his firmly and finally kissing him since you've returned home.

His hands cradle your face, kissing back just as hard before pulling back and moving to the crook of your neck again. "T-Two more...Please." "Being such a good girl, Minnie." Before turning it back on, you tug his waistband. "Take these off, Kitten." He gets off you, quickly taking the clothing off and tossing them away before getting back on your lap. He was wearing a pair of black lace panties you bought for him. "So pretty." You murmur softly, placing your hands on his waist before turning the toy on again.

You grip his waist slightly, pulling him down to sit on your thighs properly then sliding your hand down so your thumb is just above where his clit is. His stomach twist and he whines, his heat throbbing painfully and he wishes you would just move your thumb just an inch to relieve some of the pain but he knows it's wishful thinking, you know his body, know that if you did, he'd cum instantly. You're teasing him, driving him crazy and he tries to think of anything but your thumb near where he needs to be touched.

You bumped it to four and his hips jolt forward, your thumb nudging his clit slightly and he barely gets out his words. "Shit- S-Stop, stop." You turn it off and Minho shakes above you. "Fuck, it's hurts. Hyung please." "You can do one more, Kitten. I know you can." "I-It's too much, I- I can't-" His hips squirm subconsciously and you move your hand away slightly. "I know you can, it's okay."

He drops his head, his left hand holding himself up on your stomach and his right on the bed. "Min?" He hums, sniffing softly. "Min, color." "Green...i-it's green, m'sorry." "No, No, it's okay. Can you take one more?" "Yeah, I can...I can." "You sure?" "Yeah. S'punishment." "But if you can't take it, we stop." "I-I want to." His fingertips lightly graze over your abdomen. "Can..." "Can what darling?" "C-Can I touch you?" His fingers curl into your waist band and a soft smile graces your lips. "Yeah, you've been such a good boy, you could've touched me a while ago."

He tugs down your waistbands down just enough to wrap his hand around your length and pull it out from its confinement. "One more, hyung." "Okay." You turn it on one more time, pulling a whine from him as his hands are placed on your pelvis around your length. His head tilts back slightly before rolling back down and taking you into his hand.

He strokes you lazily but just enough to send sparks up your spine, making you groan. Minho whines softly, his hips stuttering with trying not to move and your heart melts. "Ride my thigh, baby." He shakes his head, picking it up and looking up at you. "N-No, one more, I-I can do it." "Min, it's okay." "S-Stop it, Stop the-" His legs shake as he gets closer and closer but you don't stop the vibrator and he takes it from your hand and turns it off, hips jolting forward as he settles from his last denied orgasm.

"Min, I was letting you cum. You didn't have to follow the punishment anymore." "B-But I-I'm a b-brat a-and I-I don't show that I a-appreciate the others..." "Oh, Min..."

Sitting up, you pull him into your arms and turn around, laying him on his back before his hands are on your chest as you pull your sweats back up. "Wait, Hyung-" "No, Min, what color?" "Green, Hyung, please. I-I have to-" "Truth, Min, What color?" You say firmly. "Hyung..." "Minho." You push, using his name and he stops and covers his face.

He's silent for a couple seconds before his body shakes and a choked cry gets caught in his throat. "Minnie..." "I-I d-do....I do apprec-iate a-all of you...I-I l-ove a-all o-of y-you, 'm s-sorry I-I d-don't sh-show it..." He gets out through his sobs. "Y-Yellow, 'M s-sorry, H-Hyung, 'm so s-sorry." You mentally slap yourself and lay down next to him, pulling him into your arms and hugging him close and tight. "No, Minnie, I'm sorry. I know you love them, I know you care about them, I should be the one apologizing, baby, I'm so sorry." You bury your face into his neck and hold him close both for your sake and his.

You feel so bad for causing his drop, of course you know that his coldness is just an act, you were just meaning to tease him. "Hyung is sorry, Minnie. I'm so so sorry." You kiss his cheek and lean back to look down at him, cupping his face with one hand and wiping his tears away. "I'm sorry for going to far." He sniffs, taking shaky deep breaths before leaning his forehead on yours. "Minnie?" "Hyung?" "You back with me?" "Y-Yeah." "You know when you dropped?" "L-Last I-I remember...w-was asking t-to touch you..." You sigh, bringing him back into your arms and tucking him under your chin.

"C'mon, let me clean you up." "W-Wait, but..." "Min, you just dropped, darling, I don't think it's best to keep going." "I-I said yellow...not red...I-I still r-really what your cock in me...this toy is dumb..." "Min..." "Please?" "Only if you promise that when we're done, I coddle you and give you the softest of aftercare and not just laying in bed after." "It's the middle of the night..." "Okay, fine, I'll just use a rag but let me make it up to you tomorrow?" "Sure."

You kiss him softly, like he was glass, before pulling back. "I really didn't have any way for you to make it up to me, I was just gonna fuck you and make you cum so it was more of a reward for you." "Is it still a reward?" "Of course but, now, you choose the position." "Any that let me look at and hold you." You laugh and gently pull him back onto your lap.

Carefully, you move the fabric covering him out of the way and slowly pull the toy out of him. "Shit." He pushes out with a heavy breath as you gently squeeze his hip. "Fuck...s'empty..." "Hold on, won't be for long." You set it aside and hold his other hip as he pulls down your waistband out of the way for you and pulls out your cock. Dragging him forward slightly, he wraps his arm around your neck as he lines you up with his entrance before sinking down. "Ah~ Fuck." His head drops down as his hand moves up a bit and he hovers over his clit. "Touch yourself, Kitten, go ahead."

His fingers instantly circle the bundle of nerves and his head falls onto your shoulder, his thighs moving automatically to ride you and you wrap your arms around his back to take control, thrusting up into him causing wet sounds to occur every time you thrust in and out of his soaked cunt.

"Fuck~ Right there." You thrust into that spot inside him quickly and you draw continuous moans out of him with every hit with your tip. "Move you fingers faster, baby." His fingers rub faster, drawing him closer to his continuously lost high.

"Open." He lifts his head and parts his lips, letting you put your thumb into his mouth and he closes around the digit. His tongue swirls around your thumb before you remove it and bring it down, glancing down to move his hand out of the way before looking back up at him and replace his fingers with your thumb. "Oh fuck~" His legs move again and bounce inconsistently, meeting your hips every couple bounces.

Your thrusts pick up speed along with your thumb and you throw your head back, groaning as your own high approached, then look back at him. "Fuck, Hyung, m'gonna cum, shit~ Ah~" He moans softly, his hips bucking forward and your thumb becomes firm against his clit. "Me too, Minnie. Go ahead, Kitten, you took my teasing so well, such a good boy, let go baby." Your thrusts go impossibly faster, at least to Minho, and he clenches around your length so tight you unexpectedly stop with a stutter, your thumb keeping its momentum as your sunk deep inside him.

"Fuck, Fu- Hyung, don't stop, don't- Ah Shit!" His moan drags from the back of his throat, morphing into a soft squeal as his walls flutter around you and he tightens around you even tighter, his hand flying to your wrist as he rocks his hips into your hand. "Fuck, Min." His tightness, the slickness, and his absolutely lewd sounds cause you to cum deep inside him shortly after, thrusting so shallowly and deeply it's as if he could feel you fuck your cum into his cervix.

"F-Fuck...s'deep, Ah~" His hips rock against yours before he's pulling your hand away and his thighs shake. He pushes your shoulders to push you back slightly before falling onto your chest and your slip out of him. You hiss and he moans, leaning his forehead on your peck as his muscle contract and he's too weak to stop your cum from dripping out of him. "Shit." He mutters quietly and grabs the toy from before and slowly inserts it into him as a temporary plug despite the multiple drips already staining your sweats.

Laying back on your chest, he wraps his arms around you. "Can we just stay here?" "We're all yucky though." "So? That's never stopped us from cleaning up later." You sigh, both having no energy and your jet lag catching up to you. "I'm only agreeing..." You struggle but manage to kick your sweats off then cover the both of you up. "...because I think my jet lag is catching up to me and I'm tired." "Good, sleep now."

He kisses your chest where he lays and you kiss the top of his head, closing your eyes and promptly passing out.

[linos-luna]

Valentine’s Day with Yandere!Stray Kids ❣️🔪

Warnings: , unhealthy relationships, Yandere, jealousy, smut, 18+ , possessive behavior, obsession , dub-con ?

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Chan

Channie is flirty and romantic all the time but Valentine’s Day was special. He wanted to show how devoted he was to you… whether you liked it or not.

• buys you lots of plushies and sweets

• it seems like a cute sentiment but it’s because he treats you like a child

• you’re his baby girl, he has to spoil and smother you with love.

• you have to call him daddy

• don’t resist or you’ll regret it.

• he’ll yell at you or lock you in the closet. Then act like nothing happened right after

• you’re not leaving the house today. Someone might steal you away!

• wants to make love but if you resist be will be rough. Although he’s always rough

- - -

“Let me out!”

You cried while knocking on the door. You had been shaking and crying since he threw you in there almost an hour ago while chan was in the kitchen, practically ignoring you. It was cold in that closet too. There was some peaceful music playing and he was calmly cutting up fruit. It wasn’t long before he came back to the closet and opened the door.

“Hey babygirl, what are you doing?” Chan asked, crouching down to your level. “You should be getting ready for our date silly!”

You only hugged him and he picked you up like a baby, taking you to the bedroom.

After getting dressed and cleaning up, Chan led you to the living room where he had cut up fruit, chocolate, and wine waiting. There were roses on the table and new plushies on the couch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babygirl.” Chan said, giving a tight hug from behind.

You were still shaken up from earlier but he didn’t even acknowledge putting you in the closet. You just played along.

Minho

Minho is strict and rough with you. Valentine’s Day is no different. He expected you to listen to him and give him what he wants. And you normally did since he was good at manipulating you…

• always so strict

• but secretly is desperate for your love

• makes you dinner and even takes you out for a movie

• but be sure to not look at any boys

• or he will be pissed.

• wants a romantic night

• so you better let him have it… or else…

- - -

Minho was dragging you inside by your arm and threw you on the shared bed.

“Why?!” He shouted. “Why did you do that?!”

“I’m sorry…”

“You ruin everything!!” He slapped you and continued yelling.

“Y-yes yes, I’m sorry!” You replied, wiping the tear rolling down your cheek.

Minho stopped for a moment and shuffled through your drawers, finally pulling out some lingerie and cat ears. “Put this on…”

You were confused by his sudden mood switch and started undressing. Once putting on the outfit, Minho pushed you into the bed and started kissing your neck.

“Why don’t you want me?” Minho groaned as he rubbed you over your panties.

“I-I-… I want you…” you said, moaning as he reached under your panties.

“You looked at another boy.” He said, suddenly pinching you down there causing you to cry out loud. “What a bad kitten you are…”

“No no no!” You cried. “I-I love you!”

“Yeah? You do?”

“Yes! Yes!” You continued crying.

Minho smiled and removed your panties.

To prove his love for you he ate you out and fucked you hard. He wants to make sure you’re just as devoted as him, he made you suck him off and ride him. This continued for hours and you ended the night weak and exhausted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten”

Changbin

Changbin scares you. He was often violent and his muscular built didn’t make it any better. But he wants you to love him

- - -

• tries extra hard to make you love him

• buys you everything to impress you

• forces his affection

• you’re hesitant at first

• he’s so unpredictable

You were locked in the shared bedroom. Changbin had gone out for something and you waited there on the bed; he was nice enough to let you have your phone today.

“Hey baby. I’m back.” Changbin said as he came in. You only looked at him with a small smile. 

“I got you gifts.” He was a bit awkward when pulling out the teddy bear and chocolates from the bag. Seemed corny but he figured that’s what girls liked.

Changbin held the bear towards you and you instantly flinched.

“No its okay. it’s for you, baby.”

“Thank you, Binnie…” You reluctantly took the bear.

For the rest of the day you guys ordered dinner and watched movies while Changbin kissed and cuddled you. You weren’t very receptive to it at first but eventually gave in when he started getting frustrated.

Hyunjin

• he’s a Pisces. Romance is important!

• he gets lunch and buys you gifts

• but not for free, he wants something from you

• he wants to make love with you

• he gave you things, thus it only made sense that you give him something in return!

• gets angry when you don’t

• gets aggressive

- - -

You were being pinned against the wall as Hyunjin kept trying to kiss you. You were shaking your head and trying to get him off

“Baby hold still!” Hyunjin said getting frustrated.

“No! I don’t want it!” You cried out desperately. “Just let me leave!”

“I’m trying to love you!” He was getting frustrated and threw you on the couch, now getting on top of you and pinning your hands down so you couldn’t move. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”

Hyunjin removed your pants along with his own before now wrapping his hand around your throat. “I’m going to love you whether you like it or not!” He was squeezing and you were quickly beginning to lose consciousness. Hyunjin was just glad you couldn’t resist.

Jisung

Jisung is delusional. He believes you’re madly in love with him.

• acts like everything is normal even tho it’s not

• crying? Well it’s because you love him so much!

• resisting hugs? Just means you want it tighter!

• takes a lot to tik him off, especially on this special day

• Valentine’s Day must be perfect!

- - -

You woke up suddenly, wrists and ankles tied to a chair at the dining table. You looked around to find a meal that smelled good but why were you tied up? Had he drugged you?

“Hi noona! Finally you woke up!” Han said cheerfully as he came in from the kitchen with some soup and sat next to you.

“Han…? What happened?”

“What do you mean? You just took a little nap!” Han was blowing on a spoonful of soup. “And now you’re here for dinner!”

“Did… did you drug me?!”

“Noona, you’re so funny!” Han chuckled and tried feeding you.

“N-no!” You shook your head to avoid the spoon and some spilled on your lap.

“Oh you might not like this one.” He pouted. Let me get the chicken then.”

Han leaned over to kiss you but you turned away. This didn’t deter him and instead he grabbed your chin and forcefully kissed you.

“Love you noona” he said now going to the kitchen. You only glared at him and he laughed. “I’m glad you love me too!”

Han force fed you to his liking then moved your chair so he could kneel in front of you.

“We should say everything we love about each other.” He was rubbing your thighs while looking up at you. “I’ll go first! I love your beautiful eyes!”

“Han, I-I don’t love you-…”

He pinched your thigh, causing you to wince. “Oh noona, I love you too!”

It went on like this for a while…

Felix

Felix had been stalking you for a while. You were friends but nothing more and you never knew how obsessed he was with you. He decided Valentine’s Day is the day he’ll make his move

• he’s been stalking you and you never knew

• he’d take things like your panties or clothes but you would disregard it

• he’d spy on you every day and knew everything about you and your routine

• but now it’s Valentine’s Day! He wants to leave you gifts.

• leaves gifts from a “secret admirer”

• at first you thought it was cute but it started getting weird…

- - -

You got home from work to find a bouquet of roses at your front door along with a card. You thought it was interesting and brought it inside.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love

- love, your secret admirer

You chuckled and set it on the dining table. Then something caught your attention in the living room.

After taking your shoes off you went to see the gift basket left on the couch. Who left this here? Your attention was caught by a glimmer in the basket. It was your necklace. One that’s been missing for a while. On top of the fact that a basket was inside your apartment, the necklace truly freaked you out and you started heading to your room.

Just as you got to the door, it swung open and there he was. Your friend Felix? You gasped and stumbled back.

“Felix?? What are you doing here?!”

“Did you like your gifts?” He asked, now coming closer. “I made brownies too!”

“How did you get in?!” What are you doing??” You were frantically asking while backing up before felix grabbed your hands.

“I want you to be my valentine! To be with me forever because I love you!”

Before you could do anything else he pinned you to the wall and kissed you. Then suddenly grabbed your wrist and zip tied them together.

Afterwards he took you to your room and laid you on the bed. You were too scared to move as he lifted your shirt to touch your breasts. For the rest of the night he continued touching you while telling you everything he learned about you and how much he loved you.

Seungmin

Seungmin is strict and nearly stoic. You’re expected to go along with anything he plans without explanation. He will make this day romantic

• buys you a new dress and expects you to wear it

• he made a special dinner reservation and you must behave

• don’t look at anyone, keep your head down

• he’s not afraid to punish you in public

• be grateful for all his gifts

• give him compliments

• constantly assure that you love him

•no complaining or talking back

• tonight must be perfect!

- - -

At the restaurant, you looked through the menu while Seungmin sat there watching you.

“Baby, you look beautiful today…”

“Thank you…” you said quietly while continuing to look down.

Suddenly he kicks you in the shin under the table and and you wince at the pain.

“T-thank you.” You say a bit louder. “You look very handsome today.”

“Thank you, daring.” Seungmin smiles.

Soon the waiter comes and your boyfriend orders for you.

“That’s what you wanted right baby?” He asks squeezing your hand.

“Yes seungmin.” You nodded. “You always know exactly what I want. No one knows me better than you.”

Dinner would continue without issue and you would head home. Seungmin expected you to have romantic sex and cuddle with him, that’s what you do on Valentine’s Day right? And if you don’t comply he will be pissed.

Jeongin

Jeongin looked so sweet. How could such a sweet loving boyfriend actually be so violent and scary? He wanted you to love him but at the same time didn’t care for your feelings. He gets what he wants

• easily frustrated

• why don’t you just love him??

• low-key a psychopath

• he wants today to be romantic

• you better give him what he wants

• he’s not afraid to give out harsh punishment

- - -

“Are you gonna listen now?” Jeongin said as he rubbed your bare ass.

“Y-yes!” You were bent over his lap and sobbing; he had been spanking you for a minute straight for refusing his advances.

“Noona, I hate when you’re a brat!” He spanked you again causing you to cry out.

“I’m sorry Jeongin! I’m sorry!!”

Once he was satisfied, he laid you back on the bed and removed your shirt and bra.

“Let’s try this again…” he said while removing his shirt. “Noona…Can you let me love you?”

“Y-yes Jeongin.”

He started kissing your neck and moved down to your breast, practically sucking harsh marks on them. That’s all he wanted.

“Why do you resist me, noona? I know you love it.”

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Sorry it’s kinda long and late 😅

Not really proofread…

[bateman-whore]

Hiiii, I was wondering if you could write a fic where Patrick sees someone get a little too close to reader and murders him? 🔪🩸🫶

You belong with me

(Sorry for the Taylor Swift reference, Im not a swifty but it’s one of the few songs I can stand and I didn’t know what to title this lol, TW: murder, Patrick being Patrick)

Your pov

I sat at my desk, mindlessly typing away at my computer. I wanted nothing more than to get the day over with but the minute passed like hours. As I attempt to finish the paragraph, I hear a knock on my office door.

“Yep” I called out as the door opened, it was Paul.

“Hey y/n, how are you doing?” He asked, taking a seat in front of me.

“Meh, I just want to go home. It’s been a long day,” I laughed with my face in my hands.

“Oh I hear ya,” he says, flashing a grin, his teeth seemed a little too big for his mouth. “Now I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight?” The question was accompanied by another big tooth grin.

“Listen, I would love to but-“ I was cut off.

“Oh come on like you have anything to do after work, pick you up at seven, yeah?” It wasn’t a question. He got up and started for the door.

“Paul I-“

“See ya!” And with that he closed the door behind him.

Before I could process what just happened, there was another knock on the door.

“Yep,” I called out again but instead of Paul, Patrick walked in. He sat down across from me and put his feet up on my desk. “Yes?”

“You and Allen seem to be getting close?” This was more of a statement rather than a question.

“I mean I guess, what does it matter to you?”

“It doesn’t,” he said plainly and got up and left my office.

Patrick’s POV

I don’t know why but it does matter to me. For some reason I can’t live with the thought of Paul being so close to y/n,

“Hey Paul,” I leaned up against his cubicle walls, I took note of them, “nice set up you got there.” I picked up what seemed to be a family photo and examined it.

“Uh thanks I guess,” he took the photo out of my hands and placed it face down on his desk.

“God I can’t remember the last time I sat in a cubicle let alone worked in one,” I let out a laugh.

“What do you want?”

“I was wondering if you could stop by my place-“

“Nu uh uh uh, can’t. I got a date with y/n tonight,” he interrupted.

God he really has a problem with interrupting

“Yeah yeah, I’m sure you do, look it’s about your report, there’s something I need you to change.”

“Why can’t we talk about it right now?” He asked, confused.

“Because how can we discuss work matters without a drink or two?”

“I guess, as long as you make it fast,” he finally gave in.

Later that night, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, it was Paul.

“Ah Paul come in, come in,” I stepped aside to let him in.

“Thanks for inviting me, but really we have to make it fast. I’m supposed to pick up y/n in 45 minutes,” he walked in taking his coat off, “are you renovating?” He asked taking note of the plastic sheets that cover every part of my living room.

“Sure. Can I get you a drink Paul? You look like an old fashion kind of guy.”

“Uh sure.”

I walked to the kitchen and poured him his drink, but before I went back to the living room, I crushed up a handful of downers and dissolved them in his drink.

“Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?” I asked him.

“There ok i guess,” he replied, taking a drink.

“Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor.” I started to ramble as I popped a CD in the player.

“Hey Halberstram.” I could tell Paul’s speech was beginning to slur. The drugs were taking effect.

“Yes Allen?”

“Why are there copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?”

“No, Allen.” I was in the kitchen at this point pulling on a raincoat. My ax was hidden behind the door frame.

“Is that a raincoat?” Allen laughed.

“ Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself,” I took the ax and walked up behind Allen. I raised it above my head, “Hey Paul!”

He looked behind him at me as the ax came crashing down into his face. Blood splattered all over my face and body.

“TRY TAKING Y/N ON A DATE NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, FUCKING BASTARD!”

I caught my breath and regained my composure. I cleaned up the scene, took a shower, did my skin care, and went to bed.

Part 2??? I’ll probably do a part two. Sorry if it’s not entirely accurate yk, I need to rewatch the movie. If you have a request my inbox is open and as always the gif and divider are not mine.

Mastearlist

[pink-tonic]

Day One🔪

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Warning: Graphic details about how Ayato wants to kill (Y/N), stalking

A few text messages are in here:

Bold= Ayato

Red text = Info-Chan

Taro was right about not having any spare time. When I closed my locker, the bell rang to head class, but others and I knew that we would not head to class, but instead, we would be going to the gymnasium.

As we're heading to the gymnasium, there is a crowd of students all making their way to the gymnasium doors. It took a bit of time for the both of us to make it inside, but when we did make it inside, it was more peaceful than outside.

The students are lined up one after another, which ends up making rows. Taro walks to one of the rows and stands in the back of it, I follow him.

Before the assembly starts, I try to see if I can find Taeko among the sea of students. A strong frustration starts to grow inside of me when I can't find her.

Then, I hear the headmaster walk up and take the stage, but I don't care.

I need to find my senpai.

Who even cares about the first year I killed? He was a naive first year, who thought he had a chance with my senpai. I still can't believe he was stupid enough to follow me.

I stood in place, but I continued to look for Taeko.

I finally found her. She was standing near the front, so it made sense that I couldn't see her. I wish she could have been closer to me.

While I stared at her, I heard the headmaster step off stage, and one of the teachers told us to head to our next class.

I decide to follow Taeko to her class, and Taro seems to have noticed this.

"Where are you going, Ayato? Our class is on the second floor," Taro tells me.

"I'll meet you there," I say back as I go up the stairs to the third floor.

I make my way up the stairs, and I can see Taeko enter her class. I stand near the door, and I can see her pull out her chair and take a seat at the back of the class.

When I see that she is safely in her class, I walk back down the stairs and make my way to my class.

I enter right when the bell rings, and I take my seat just as the teacher starts her lesson.

I look to my side, and I see Taro giving me a confused look.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

The bell rings for lunch, so I make my way to the third floor to see Taeko. When I see her,  I slow down so I can follow her. During lunch, she usually goes to the roof and eats her lunch, but this time, I see her take a seat on one of the benches that are near the clubs.

Is she waiting for someone?

I then see (Y/N) walking up the hall to his club. He must be eating his lunch inside of his club room.

I take a seat on one of the benches that are nearby and continue to watch Taeko. I notice that she seems to be thinking.

I wonder what goes on inside her pretty little head?

Then she finally moves. I see her get up from her bench and walk over to the newspaper club. She knocks on the door, and Makoto answers it.

She must want to join the club, right?

While I watch the two talk to one another, I hear a voice.

"There you are, Ayato! I was wondering where you left after class ended," Taro says to me.

"I was going to get a snack, but the vending machine didn't work," I lie to him.

"Well, let's just go find another machine. We still have time," Taro tells me.

I get up from the bench and walk down the hall with Taro. As we walk down the hall, I can see (Y/N) close the door, and I can't help but to send him a dirty look.

I know he doesn't have a thing for Taeko, but I hate the fact that she wanted to talk to him.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

After school ends, I follow Taeko, and I see her directly go to the newspaper club. I see her stand at the entrance before she fully goes inside. I decide to walk by the open doors to the club and take a look inside.

I see (Y/N) instructing her on what to do, but I see something unusual.

Is senpai getting flustered because of (Y/N)?

That can't be it. She must be shy to new people.

I know that the club ends rather late, so I decide to do clean-up duty for the rest of the time. 

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

As I clean the hallway where the newspaper club is located, I see some of the members leave.

I quickly put away the mop and get my bag. I rush down the hill, hoping to still see Taeko.

When I reach the end of the slope, I see her standing next to the gate as the pink cherry blossom petals surround her. She looks so perfect.

But why is she standing there?

I hide behind one of the bushes while she isn't looking and peek from behind it. Some time passes, and I see Makoto walking down the hill. He notices Taeko, and they greet each other.

I can't hear them, but I see them leave together shortly after.

She was waiting for him the whole time? No, that can't be! She must have wanted to discuss club activities, right? She isn't talking to (Y/N) because she likes him, right?

I follow them at a safe distance, and I can see her laugh and happily talk to (Y/N).

I clench my fist in frustration. Does she seriously enjoy (Y/N)'s presence? This can't be.

I then see them stop, and she pulls out her phone and hands it over to (Y/N). I see him put in his phone number and then hand it back to her.

I can't help but glare at him. In just one day, he is able to get Taeko's number with ease, while I've been trying since I met her.

I see her walk to her house, and they both wave to each other. I can't help but roll my eyes at their interaction.

What does (Y/N) have that I don't? What does Taeko see in him?

After Taeko closes the door to her house, I see (Y/N) make his way to his house.

I could easily kill him right now and dump his body in a ditch. The street is empty, and nobody is watching. My hand twitches at the thought of killing (Y/N). My body is itching to kill him.

To see his life drain from his eyes, as he gasps and begs for my mercy while he claws at my arms. Imagining his blood drip down from his wound to the floor. Feeling his body go limp in my arms before I harshly drop him on the pavement. Leaving him to rot in an alley.

The thought is a nice one.

But I know that it isn't the best time to kill anyone right now, or else it'll draw more attention to the school, and that can't happen.

First, I should text Info. Maybe she knows what is happening between the two?

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

I make it back home and make myself comfortable. I lay on my bed and start to text Info.

Do you know anything about Taeko and (Y/N)?

I do.

I gained some new information today.

Say it.

Just make sure to control yourself.

I'll try.

Taeko has a crush on (Y/N) and is planning to confess soon

I close the app and think about what Info told me.

Taeko has a crush on (Y/N)?

That doesn't even make sense. I've never seen her talk to him until today. How could she develop romantic feelings for him?

I have to control myself, but I don't think I'll be able to do so.

I'll have to watch over her from now on, and I'll have to start planning on how I'll get rid of (Y/N) before she confesses to him.

[reiyo0chu]

THE PINK KNIFE

creator's recent nightmare.

plot:

(this might be a little confusing)

TW!

major amounts of blood, knives

This is not suitable for people who get scared easily and/or have scopophobia.

10:07 pm

I was looking after my siblings, my dad was on his phone, and my mom was cooking. Suddenly, the tv silenced for one moment, though it was still normally playing those bright childish videos. I heard babbling that sounded like the middle brother (we are 3 siblings in my family, I am the oldest). A couple seconds later, it got slightly louder. My mom went to the door and saw a humanoid child in all black with luminous little white eyes. I put away my phone for a second and looked at the screen door. I saw it too, I immediately alerted everyone to go to the bedroom. My parents were demanding the reason and evidence and I showed them a news article that explained everything.

" If you hear a voice that sounds like you,

keep calm and hide somewhere safe. "

They needed me to elaborate.

" There were reports from families that

they saw black humanoid entities that

like any of the family members' appearance

when they are against the light. They

have luminous white eyes and clearly seen

in dark places. "

Ex:

I convinced my family for the second time. "Please, let's just go."

We went to the bedroom, the babbling got louder. 5 mins later I heard the screen door make a sound. He's inside, keep quiet. Then I heard the kitchen items clitter and clank.

Then someone was knocking at the door. My innocent siblings were making too much noise. The entity forced the door to open.

There it was. He was holding a knife. As soon I was about to be stabbed, I punched the humanoid child, grabbed the knife and stabbed him several times.

The entity became unconscious, then vanished in thin air. My parents thanked me, but I felt stupid. Why tf would I choose to hide ourselves in the bedroom. That was so fucking dumb of me.

We all went out of the room, and my mom hurried to check on the dish. It was ready, we then had dinner and straight after, prepared to go to bed. But I was not only ready for bed, I was prepared for the worst.

The moment I turned off the lights in my room, I started to pray, desperately hoping that I, my family, and everyone will be safe. I closed my eyes, with my face covered with a blanket. I never knew that it will be the last day of my life.

3:16 am

I heard someone knocking at the door. I knew it, it was here. Although the house was secured, how did it manage to- common sense, the windows. But how did they open? I was totally confused. I went to the door and blocked it with my body.

BAD DECISION, BAD DECISION. I broke into tears. I looked at the window and there it was. The entity had hair like mine, and supposed she was wearing a mini dress, the outfit I was wearing last night.

My windows opened.

I was in tears, pleading, begging, and said my last words. My teeth were grinning. I was scared. She was holding that pink knife from the kitchen storage.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M JUST A NAIVE, WEAK LITTLE GIRL, PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME! *sniffle*

...

"I'm sorry, Mom, Dad, I know I was the cause of your stresses. I was too much in my world. I'm sorry, God, that I have sinned too much. I wish everyone won't forget me, if they make it alive. You, everyone, you won't see me again in person, but please make a place for me in your heart too. I love you so much that I will never forget you, even if I went to either heaven or hell. I'm sorry for what I did wrong to you all, but now it's goodbye. Thank you so much for being with me through the years. Once again, I love you all. Goodbye, friends, family, everyone. "

The lights turned on.

(THIS WAS JUST THE LIGHTING OK)

There my corpse laid, the pink knife penetrated the right side of my chest. My blood splashed and flowed until it was outside my bedroom door.

🩷🔪

(I cried while doing the ending)

[tahitiwoke]

five times kissed 🔪

ONE | SEPTEMBER.

they only really ever see each other in the dark. maybe that's part of the allure, at first, the quiet way she just seems to appear in his life and disappear without fuss or thought or question; he does much of the same thing with her. in and out, sticking to the shadows and the corners of their shared space if he can -- tonight is much of the same. but she'd called to say there was a creep hanging around and would you mind? are you free? as it happened, he'd been asleep (a rare early night) but he'd climbed out of bed anyway. he stayed on the phone with her as she described the guy and what he'd said, where he was sat in the diner, and it doesn't take long for him to arrive.

when he does, daphne gives him a wave and only looks twice when josephine comes barelling through the back diner door with a happy hi, baby! she kisses him, a hand on the back of his neck to pull him down and looks like she wants to flinch at the contact -- dragging him out by a hand, a look over her shoulder at a guy in a booth in the far corner. it's quick, short, unwanted but accepted as a liveable evil for the time being, the two of them satisfied when the guy breaks his leery stare.

( phil doesn't let her drag him out too quickly. he stands stock still for a long discerning moment, a mean and angry frown cutting into the sharp jut of his forehead, his jaw tensed, his demeanour as threatening as one can be in the neon of a run down diner. the guy sweats it for a solid few pregnant seconds before he breaks eye contact. )

TWO | DECEMBER.

what do you do? as a job. she's in one of those moods again. the kind where she pries and prods and gets curious about the things people in friendships like theirs should not be curious about. in the moment, she's sipping coffee and looking out at the busy city starting to wake up through the floor to ceiling windows; he has his tie around his neck, untied for the moment, and his own coffee in his hand, the other occupied with a phone. he's just finished talking to sharon about acquisitions coming up, some new tech influx from stark industries that tony wants to champion, and josephine had been listening in a way that phil thinks she thinks is subtle.

he finishes his coffee and comes to stand beside her; it's an easy lie, easier than most. " we buy companies, chop them up and sell them off to other bidders. " there's a pause; he looks over, down, at her. something happened the night before and he doesn't know what, hasn't asked about it, but she'd called upset and came and drank his wine and slept in his spare room without really saying more than a handful of words to him.

she makes a face, like it's so corporate she can hardly stand it and when he finishes his tie, she stops him with a hand on his shoulder. thank you. for letting me stay last night. carefully, hesitantly, she pushes up onto her tiptoes and kisses his cheek and phil leaves feeling odd.

THREE | MARCH.

he does not know why she is so sad but something has happened to upset her in a deep, encompassing way that you cannot shake someone out of; she knocks on his door, even though they both know his doorman called up to warn him. he lets her in. pours her a glass of wine before he realises a little too late that she's already drunk and when he tries to persuade her into a glass of water, she makes the most vicious face, a scathing comment about how he's being pathetic, about how she doesn't want to be babied. so she has the wine and then another glass.

he makes her dinner and when they finish, she says in a quiet, hateful little voice you shouldn't be so nice to me. something has happened. her brother, perhaps? a phonecall from the absent parents, mentioned in the midst of one of those prodding, prying conversations? a fight with a boyfriend, though he's certain she doesn't have one. maybe a fight with a friend. she'd mentioned a few in passing, daphne and patsy.

he starts to say something but before he can, she's leaned over, she's kissed him. it's not gentle. it's slightly off centre of his mouth where she's drunk enough that her balance is off and she grabs at his shirt, his shoulder, material fisted so tightly in her hand that the creases will be there until an iron can get them out. she pushes forward as he tries to lean back, away from her because he can feel the wet where she's started crying, tries to climb into his lap, but when she does -- it jostles her glass. red wine spatters across his chest.

it looks like a gunshot. she looks like the one holding a gun.

FOUR | MAY.

natasha stays for a couple of weeks between missions and when she leaves, it's last minute; the result being a lot of her things are scattered about the penthouse. a coat on the rack. a couple pairs of heels tucked into a space that he will move them from eventually but hasn't got around to it just yet. some nail polish in the bathroom.

josephine sits on the couch in his harvard sweater (it had rained on the walk downtown she will tell him later and she'd gone snooping for something wear) and rolls a bottle of that same red polish around in her palms. are you married she asks before he's even taken off his coat. the bottle held between them like a knife, like it's evidence.

phil shakes his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. " i'm not married. i have a friend who stays here now and then. just like you. " oh. he hears her say behind him. just like me? he doesn't know what she wants to hear when she says that and so he doesn't say anything at all, choosing instead to stride into his kitchen without indulging in whatever argument she's envisioning. (natasha is not like her and he isn't interested in parsing out their differences. he doesn't want to tell her about the complicated life him and her have created for themselves, about the way he likes josephine in his space and the way she has softened some of his more destructive habits; he doesn't want to tell her that he really wouldn't mind if she stayed longer than the night, that he likes her company in a way that is so vastly different from the intensity of natasha's company.)

they don't really talk much the rest of the night, not until she gets up to leave and kisses his cheek, taking his sweater with her. he gets it back the next time she turns up and it smells like cigarette smoke.

FIVE | AUGUST.

at the diner, he orders eggs and coffee and she sits across from him in her uniform; he asks about her morning and she tells him, and she asks about his and he tells her that it started at six and it's been none stop since. she makes fun off, cackles when he shoots something withering back. it's nice. it's easy, easier than it has been in a while and she seems happier, brighter than he's seen her in a very long time. i met someone she says with a smile. he returns it with a wide smile of his own and they talk for a little about this new mystery man who's name she says i'm keeping for myself right now. but. i wanted you to know.

he hasn't finished his coffee when maria calls to tell him they've got steve rogers and they're about to transport him to the helicarrier, that phil is needed as a liason. do what you do best, coulson, handle the asset.

when he gets up to leave, he kisses her cheek, " i'm glad you're happy, josephine. if you're free tomorrow night, we should have dinner. i want to hear all about him. "

he's dead before that happens. but it's a nice thought anyway.

[briarrosescurse]

So uh...yume,is there a limit? Idk if there's a limit if there's a limit just answer the one's u want🥺but um for Jess and draco mayhaps?🌠 🔥 ☁️ ☄️ ❤️ 🔫 🔪 🙈 🙉

HIHI CHOCO there is no limit, so dont worry HEHEH thank u for asking abt draco and jess 🥺

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

i think jess would appreciate a chance to start anew, maybe. of course, it'd be easier to wish for what she wanted directly, but it wouldn't feel rewarding at all. it's not like the goal, the competition itself, is what she wants, but moreso the journey. so a chance to decide differently, perhaps with more... forgiving circumstances, that's what she would wish for.

there isn't really anything that draco actively desires above all. he's happy as he is, even if the entire situation around his family is a bit of a bother. so maybe, he'd just wish for whatever he feels like at the moment! although... as morbid as it sounds, he would find it funny to know what it's like to walk around like a dullahan. just for a day.

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

while her demeanor usually suggests otherwise, jess is a bit of a self-destructive mess. or rather, she easily could fall into that pattern if she wouldn't have anyone to keep her in line - or rather, knock some sense into her. she tends to feel easily resentful of others if she gets disappointed by them. she isn't above holding grudges either. (her twin sister would know best what jess is like when she is at her nastiest, lowest point...) although while this may be rather unconscious, she has a hard time interpreting people's actions in any good faith and often feels like they're hiding an ulterior motive; mainly for their own personal benefit. thus, jess is quite guarded around people. she herself became rather difficult to read and a bit secretive even. a bit edging on "me vs the world", isn't it?

draco, on the other hand, is someone who lacks a lot of self-discipline. he easily gets bored and always lets himself get distracted by anything that captivates him for the moment. he likes being entertained, so any repetitive responsibilities just simply exhaust him. as a result, some would deem him to be rather irresponsible and even unreliable. not only that, but through this behavior, he tends to rip the rug under his own feet away and sabotage himself. furthermore, draco can be a bit judgmental of others - including himself. he isn't particularly on a great high horse or anything, but he tends to rather listen to his initial feeling he gets instead of thinking through things and trying to find an appropriate explanation.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

it's not particularly obvious, but jess is actually quite the romantic and she adores anything romantic. though it's not like she feels cheesed by having the door held open for her or anything, she appreciates anything that really shows an innate, genuine love. a mutual understanding of one another, listening and hearing each other out, remembering the little things, etc.... she thinks these things are unique to every relationship, really, but that's what makes it so endearing. it doesn't really go to an extend where she idealizes everything, but a little dreaming never hurt anyone.

though draco doesn't mention them frequently, he actually has quite the handful of siblings. he is one of the older siblings and seems incredibly fond of his siblings. he isn't the typical big brother type, who keeps a careful watch, but rather, he is the fun sibling! he likes spending time with his younger siblings and entertaining them when he can. not to mention, they get incredibly excited whenever draco comes back home during the holidays and they finally get to spend time with their big brother again.

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

because of her public persona, people assume jess to be a little sunshine, always cute and cheerful, entertaining and easily to be entertained, and all that. it does go to the extend where they think of her to be an airhead and simply just a pretty face made to be seen (and even, well... quite promiscuous). people who have been around her longer, say any fellow students, may note for her to be a lot more mellow and quiet as well as diligent on school grounds.

well, it's safe to say that's far from accurate. it's no wonder that people might think of her this way, considering she purposefully curates that image in the public eye to, well, sell better. while it is true that she can be entertaining to be around, she isn't really a sunshine nor is she airheaded. she doesn't heed any mind anymore to people who talk badly about her just because of her produced image. it's just how the industry works. though it does stay true that on school grounds, she is diligent and much more mellow in comparison to her event persona. despite all though, she isn't particularly easy to read, unless you start to be friends with her and spend more time with her.

as for draco, people assume him to be incredibly reckless and impulsive. they peg him to be a rather careless character, who does anything he wants in order to have some fun, disregarding the feelings of the people around him. fellow ignihyde students would argue though that draco isn't entirely heartless or cold.

it's not entirely untrue, to be honest. he is naturally very reckless and impulsive, trying to entertain himself at any turn he can. but it's not like he maliciously dismisses the feelings of others. he just tends to... act before he thinks. that doesn't mean he can't be malicious though... still, draco is really friendly! usually. i just think, considering how most ignihyde students seem to be rather reclusive in nature, that they feel a bit guarded against such a straightforward extrovert like draco.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

jess: words of affirmation, acts of service

draco: physical touch, quality time

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

jess is far from someone who trusts anyone just like that. she needs her time to consider you as someone trustworthy, but once she feels like you're not someone who go behind her back, she seems to trust your opinion quite deeply. then, she wouldn't turn her back on you. she kind of has been backstabbed before, but not the typical image you get when talking about backstabbing. let's just say, the industry shows you what it's like to be on your own, thrown into a cage full of tigers. it is hard to find someone who wouldn't use you for their own gain. the chances of her not betraying you are never fully zero, in all honesty. (unless, well. you're her sister. they always has each other's backs and that won't change any time soon!)

draco is someone who isn't a blindly trusting fool yet he isn't unnecessarily guarded either. he just knows when to play his cards correctly, in a sense. don't be hostile but don't be a fool either! he is actually very able to maintain a good balance. though of course, he isn't immune to being betrayed either, so when/if it ever occurs, he would know better to ever put his faith into that person again. it's not like he would particularly blame himself either. sometimes, people are just incredibly deceitful. he isn't someone who would let that get to him. other than that, he really doesn't feel fond of the idea of betraying anyone else either; it just feels quite far from being a good sport.

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

a gut feeling tells me that jess would be particularly receptible to blaming herself if she was ever at fault for misfortune befalling someone she cares for. i think she'd do anything she can to fix it, but it would be incredibly difficult to convince her that she isn't to blame. even if it's just a simple injury, jess still gets quite fussy and tries to make sure they're doing okay before she can let them off the hook. (really, blame tess for always being so awfully reckless throughout the years)

although, draco on the other hand tends to sometimes realize the severity of potentially fatal injuries. it stems from the fact that his own species is one that heals rather quick, without much trouble. he doesn't really blame himself either, because he finds it too stupid to dwell on who's to blame and who isn't. it's more important to make sure everyone involved is fine, no? basically, he hardly gets really shaken up by it, but sometimes, you'd just wish he'd have a biiiit more concern.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

jess does put in quite the effort to conceal anything that shows her being too vulnerable. she just finds it... way too uncomfortable. still, there are times where she struggles to keep her head cool, ends up being much too on-the-nose with her emotions and honestly, even afterwards the situation will remain in her mind and she feels frustrated with herself for not getting it together. it bothers her. quite a bit. she does want to keep up a proper image in front of the public but even in front of her friends and loved ones, she just cannot deal with the idea of losing face.

draco actually... doesn't have anything grand to hide? or rather, he has nothing to hide that he feels like would ruin things or that make him feel ashamed. the only thing he would prefer to just dismiss/ignore/not show (you name it) is his relation to his family and their involvement with jupiter enterprises. he just simply finds the expectations other people develop for him that come along with it to be a bother. not to mention, he just cannot stand all the stinky, stuck-up stuff with those people. but it's nothing particularly tragic beyond that. it's just not his vibe.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

jess: for her efforts to be dismissed and to be told that it's all in vain. she puts a lot of heart into the things she does, especially the things revolving around her passion. for that to be not acknowledged for whatever reason, i think that's the worst thing you could potentially tell her. at least it would guarantee that she wouldn't respect you.

draco: i think he'd hate it if someone were to sort of... constantly try to provoke him? he doesn't have anything specific he'd hate to hear, but he simply just doesn't enjoy it if he gets ridiculed too much. he is a good sport, he can take a few jokes here and there, but he absolutely draws the line if someone tries to make a joke out of him. you really don't wanna try that with him.

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Yandere!Goshiki x Fem!Reader OneShot!!

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There's hardly any Goshiki Stories or OneShots on websites/ apps like these and since it's my babies birthday {well it's the next day but still-}

I thought I'd could write one, A Yandere one at that because I don't see many of those either so Enjoy!

{My first Yandere OneShot /First OneShot in General}

~Cover Art and Art For the Chapter isn't mine~

Goshiki’s Lovely Birthday Present

Goshiki’s POV:

It's finally August 22nd, My Birthday... I didn't want anything else but to be with my sweet sweet [Name], I love her so much everyday at practice she would compliment and praise me for the good job I did, I was hooked from the start, I was to nervous to confess to her so I would follow her around school, Take Pictures, and Leave Gifts and Letters...but now today... I'm gonna tell her how I feel...

[Name’s POV]:

I was walking to My Dorm Room After school when I heard my name, "[Name]!" I heard the persons yell, I turned around to see Goshiki Running towards me.

3rd Person POV:

"Hey Goshiki! Happy Birthday! Do you need anything?" [Name] says "T-Thank you and um...a-actually I wanted to tell you s-something..." "Oh what is it?" She looked at him curiously she wanted to know what was so important to where Goshiki had come all this way for not to mention he's kinda Red in the face "I-I like you..." Goshiki says "I've liked you for awhile now ever since you've said I did a great job at Volleyball Practice once" [Name] Looked at him with shock 'So he's the one who's been giving me those Gifts and Letters I'm guessing' She says in her head

It stays quiet for a minute and then [Name] says something that Goshiki wasn't gonna like "I-I'm Sorry Goshiki...I-I like someone else...." Once he heard those words his heart shattered, "W-What..." was all he could say, it's his special day and the love of his life just rejected him!? Not fair! "I know what your thinking 'It's My Birthday and I got Rejected!?' I know you don't wanna hear that but I have to tell the truth... I like Shirabu..." Shirabu... Damn Shirabu...? Goshiki eyes twitched at the name, out of everyone you could've liked it's fucking Shirabu... that's it

Goshiki Snapped, He didn't want to do this to his love but the love of his life rejected him... on HIS day! He's been working up the courage to tell you he loves you and this so what he gets... on his Birthday... Not Fair at all! Goshiki quickly Grabs [Name] "GOSHIKI WHAT ARE YO-" Before she can say anything, Goshiki Puts a Cloth over her mouth and nose, [Name] tried fighting him off but ended up losing which led to her passing out

~Three Hours Later~

[Name’s POV]:

I open my eyes and see I'm in a unfamiliar place, I try getting up but I can't, I look down to see... 'I-I'M TIED UP!?' I thought, I start panicking and trying to remember what had happened and it clicked... Goshiki... Goshiki seemed to snap after I rejected him, Knocked Me out and place me in some random room then I heard a sound of a door opening, I looked to see who it was... it was Goshiki.

3rd Person POV:

"Ah your awake Love~" He says "My Beautiful Birthday Present~" 'B-Birthday Present?' She Thought "G-Goshiki let me go!" "No can do love, you're my birthday present and I have you where I want you" He says smiling very creepily "Goshiki I know I rejected you especially on your birthday I'm sorry! But I already told you I like shirabu, please let me go! And please stop calling me Birthday Present I am a person you know!" She yells, Goshiki's Creepy smile turns into a frown "But you are my birthday Present... and I don't wanna share my birthday present with him it's MY birthday not his, he doesn't deserve you! Nobody deserves you but me! and until you understand that you'll stay hear and you won't be able to see anyone but me which is alright all you need it me Right, love~?"

{A/n}: hope you enjoyed this story! It will be up on my Tumblr and Wattpad which is the same name as on here “myahs-delulu-palace”