#the way you can hear him in pain when the master is inside his head

[embrassemoi]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒)

─── The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. But Obi-Wan manages to make it warmer.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Contents: fluff, established (secret) relationship, obi being cute, bullying Ani, one suggestive joke, no beta, 1.2k+

Notes: Takes place sometime during S1E15 :Trespass of the clone wars :) also here’s the original request

“Marker… this a joke.” 

The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. It swept underneath clothes, chilling and biting at the skin with its coat of frost and endless expanse of snow. 

Her hands, she concluded, were the coldest. The gloves the Council had issued were thin, allowing for dexterity to properly yield her saber, but provided no warmth. Her jacket, yet lined with artificial fur, did little overtime to shield them from the wind as she shivered at the bone-chilling gust of wind ruffling through. 

She lowered her chin into her scarf and coat, only glancing over to Obi-Wan who shuffled closer to her as Anakin proceeded to complain. 

“One. Hilarious. Joke.” 

She curled and flexed her fingers, noting how numbness settled into them. 

“Argh! Blast!” 

She and Obi-Wan turned their heads to shoot Anakin an amused look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, only staring out over the frozen field, looking forlorn. 

A series of muttered profanities spewed from him – face a blotchy pink as his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Anakin did a poor job fighting the shivers racking his body. 

She would have laughed at him had her face not been frozen into a similar grimace. 

“Something the matter?” Obi-Wan asked, amusement lacing his voice. 

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing right now, Master.” 

“It’s an honest question. Maybe it’s something to do with how violently you’re shivering.” 

“Ah, yes,” Anakin drawled, “must be because of the sun.” 

“It is lovely out.” 

Harsh and howling, they fell silent when the wind hit them again as they trekked further across the horizon. Anakin could be heard sucking in a pained breath and the sounds of fresh snow crunching under their boots. Even Obi-Wan turned his back sharply against the breeze, shielding both of them while several clones in the distance huddled closer together for warmth. 

Anakin groaned loudly, pulling the hood of his jacket further down to shield his face. “Why is it so kriffing cold!” 

She was foolish that it was impossible to get any colder than she already was and with a cloud of breath bursting out from her along with a laugh. 

“Perhaps it’s because it’s winter,” she shot back, fist curling and uncurling. 

A pointed elbow knocked her in the side as he grunted something inaudible. 

“Have I mentioned that I hate you?” 

“The Jedi cannot hate, Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathly exhaled. 

She, however, found herself smirking. “Not since Naboo.” 

“Oh,” he drawled, “I’m long overdue then.” 

Obi-Wan forced down his smile while keeping his eyes fixated on the building they’ve been monitoring, senses alert and mind ready for impending danger. 

“Okay,” Anakin hissed out dryly. He spun around, looking at the General as he slowly began inching his way back down the fill. “I can’t do this. I’m going to see if the Senator or droids need me.” 

“May the Force lead you to some warmth, then,” Obi-Wan replied, only to hear Anakin spout how the Force can ‘stick it,’ much to his dismay whose only response was another wearily sigh. 

Both Jedi cast one look back towards Anakin’s disappearing outline before reflexively turning towards each other. They drew closer, walking in companionable silence until more violent winds halted them in their tracks. 

“Let’s finish securing the base,” he said hurriedly. 

Never had she agreed to an order faster. 

• • •

Time was easily lost. 

They had spent hours making certain the security around the perimeter of the abandoned Republic base was stable and void of any suspects. But even inside it felt colder: the damaged heat generators broke down with long-disused fireplaces. 

With what was left, the day eased into dusk as exhaustion wore down on her, the mission becoming far more violent than originally intended.

She pulled herself into a secluded room and stared out to the open sky, catching a glimmer of streaking starlight and letting tranquillity settle through instead before shifting into a meditative state. 

Perhaps it was the calling of her name or the unwelcome chill engulfing the little bare skin still exposed, but she snapped out of her reverie as Obi-Wan stepped in, closing the door behind him and stood by her side. 

Silence fell around them for a long, blissful moment, letting the stiffness roll from their shoulders. 

He turned to her eventually, giving her a thoughtful look and murmuring, "I’ve been looking for you.” 

“I tried to find somewhere warmer.” 

By her side, her fingers twitched: burning from the cold before rubbing them together in hopes to convert the friction into warmth. 

Instinctively, Obi-Wan reached to grasp one, pressing a kiss over her knuckles. 

“I told you to pack warm,” he muttered, pulling her close to his chest. She watched his mouth curl upwards. 

He beckoned her into his arms, feeling the hot air brush against the nape of her neck while he dipped his head to press a kiss to her jaw and cheek. A shiver thrilled down her spine. 

“We could always share body heat later.” 

Obi-Wan sighed with a low humming laugh that managed to break out a few giggles from her. 

And yet, he continued to observe her with a faux-skeptical arch of his brow, standing beside her with cross arms as though he wrestled internally with a sort of dilemma. He looked at her with a strange intensity and she felt just the slightest brush of his signature against her own. 

His fingers raised to tip her chin up, tenderly letting his hand brush against her cheek while his azure gaze greeted her. 

“I want to show you something.” 

Slowly, he tugged off his gloves before hers – not without protest – as his hands cupped hers into a ball. His eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated: the Force around them shifted, pulling out something deep within Obi-Wan. 

A small gasp tore from her. 

A flicker of warmth materialized in the space between them while his signature flowed outwards. It ebbed away at the cold filling their bodies with warmth and he continued to emit light. 

Like this, with the little light still left to reflect off the blinding white snow, it glinted off strands of his auburn hair and made them burn like gold. 

“Better?” he asked, eyes fluttering open with a slight pink hue on his cheeks. 

As the cold released her from its hold, her body relaxed into his warm embrace. She could feel her hands again, that dull numbness vanishing the longer he held them. 

“Better.” 

He hummed and like muscle memory, Obi-Wan briefly let his signature expand out, checking for anyone close before leaning in, pressing warm lips against hers and sliding his hand down the base of her neck. 

It was soft, without urgency, and everything felt like an unravelling of heat – open-mouth kisses that held no meaning other than just being content to be near each other, to simply have something just for them at that moment. 

She kept breathing him in, feeling her head swim and body effervescent. 

It was only the sweeping cold that managed to work past the walls and barrier of warmth that stopped them. Obi-Wan’s signature flickered intensely, feeling another wave of warmth wrapping around her dotingly. 

“You have to teach me that one.” 

He gently pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I don’t know. I like holding you like this.” 

[mieisuke]

Argument Aftermath || Part B

Characters: Rindou Haitani + Wakasa Imaushi + Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu

Tw: fem!reader, swearing, super fluff

Master List ; Part A

Rindou Haitani

How long had Rindou been standing outside your door? At this point, he wasn’t even sure of how he came to be at your front door. His hand was extended out but merely inches away from the wooden structure.

Would you really want to see him?

How long had it really been since you’ve both seen each other? Weeks? Months? Years? It felt all too long in his mind and he was beginning to think that coming to your front door was a mistake. Then it crossed his mind:

What if you had already found someone else?

It may be none of his business but something inside him just had to know if you’d found someone else. His fist met the door twice and he waited patiently, hearing the stumbling steps on the other side as the door opened.

There you were, dressed in your summer nightwear: a cropped t-shirt and shorts. A sight he was all to familiar with, though, inside of a happy smile – there was an evident scowl on your face.

Your voice almost sounded disappointed, “I see that you didn’t bleed to death… kind of a shame.”

Yep – he deserved that.

Rindou tried his hardest to remain his variation of ‘calm’, “(Y/n), can we talk, please?”

Your body leant against the doorframe, clearly indicating you had no intentions of letting him enter the house as you sighed, “Oh? I don’t know – you tell me. I wouldn’t want to be controlling your decisions, ya know?”

Yep – deserved that too.

He remained silent as he watched you clasp your hands together with fake enthusiasm, he’s known you too long – these days, he just knows your thought process.

“Let me guess!” you faked a joyful tone. “You’re here to stich things back together?”

Oh – that one as well!

Rindou exhaled, “(Y/n)… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. All you ever do is try and help me and all I give in return… is giving you a jackass attitude.”

You patiently listened Rindou preach what he had been wanting to say and in all honestly, you’ve been involved with him long enough to know that these things happen. You’ve just been waiting for him to come grovelling back to you but you’d never tell him that – don’t want to damage his pride.

Plus, the satisfactory of getting a Haitani to beg for forgiveness is a privilege that is never seen or spoken of. After Rindou had finished what he wanted to say, he began his departure from your doorstep and when he was about halfway across your front yard, you called out to him:

“Oi, jackass!” you chuckled, a small smile on your face as Rindou swung his head around, probably giving him whiplash. “We both know that your bike is being repaired – you really gonna walk all that way home?”

You moved from the doorway slightly, allowing him access to the house, if he proceeded to take it. The male looked at you with slight confusion as he spoke in a voice which still held sadness, “But I treated you like shit… in the time we’ve been apart – haven’t you found someone else to take care of you – better than I can?”

You tapped your chin with a wide smile on your lips, “Babe, it’s only been two days. Plus, I have no chance of finding someone else. After dating a Haitani – you’re practically branded as “off limits” for life. No one wants to cross you annoying fucks.”

Sometimes, walking out on Rindou Haitani is worth it just to see him run his way all the way back to you.

Wakasa Imaushi

These past weeks, your life have been truly painful. After ending your eight-year relationship with Wakasa Imaushi, you foolishly left everything of your possession in his hands. Your apartment was a big factor that you left with him – him and his new bitch.

For the meantime, you’ve been staying with your best friend, Mieisuke, someone who has helped you through the toughest times of your life and will always pull through for you when you need it. Even if it does take her a while.

Currently, you and Mieisuke sat side-by-side, on her couch as you both watched the morning news. It had become a regular occurrence as of late.  

“Can you believe all this stuff?” Mieisuke sighed, standing up after hearing the coffee machine beep. “Stupid Politian’s these days and all of their “righteousness” – fucken shoot ��em all. Have I ever told you how much I hate politics?”

You chuckled at your friend’s “hatred” towards politics. You both knew it was true, Mieisuke despised the topic like one despises the common cold. As you continued to watch the news, the doorbell rang and you allowed Mieisuke announce that she was going to answer it. In all truth, you weren’t going to move in the first place.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Hearing Mieisuke seethe that line caught your interest, was it an ex-lover of hers? You could recognise the tone in her voice – disgust. That’s when you found yourself behind her, peeking over her shoulder, only to realise that it was your ex-lover.

After convincing Mieisuke to leave the door, you stood face-to-face with Wakasa for the first time in weeks. You’ve probably had more of a confrontation with him in the first few minutes at Mieisuke’s doorstep than you ever had in your own apartment.

As you opened your mouth to speak, Wakasa intercepted your chance, “I just need five minutes, okay? Five minutes to explain myself and if that’s still not valid, I will exit your life entirely. I will answer any questions you have afterwards.”

Your mouth sealed itself shut as you allowed him to speak, “The woman you saw with me that night owns one of the best jewellery brands in Tokyo—”

You scoffed, “I really couldn’t care less about what—!”

“Let me finish!” he demanded. “The only reason why I ever met with her in the first place is because I was getting… something specially made….”

You sighed, “Still doesn’t explain the consistent avoiding.”

Wakasa rubbed the back of his neck as a heavy sigh rumbled from his lungs, he may as well have been pacing on the front veranda, “I’ve been avoiding you because I haven’t figured out how to approach you… I’ve known you over a decade but still… I couldn’t decide whether you’d be ready….”

You could’ve pieced it together but something inside you wanted him to explain it – explain it all as he dipped his hand into his pocket. “Ready…? Ready for what?” You asked.

“Whether you’d be ready to spend the rest of your life with me.”

Your eyes were glued to the little box before you that he held in his hand, you weren’t even sure what his facial expression was currently. Frankly, you were too shocked to even register what was happening around you. In the box was a beautifully designed ring with a precious stone finishing it off – a Tiger’s Eye.  

Wakasa had begun to explain that he was meeting with the lady to discuss the designs for the ring but you cut him off as you launched forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pressing multiple quick and short kisses onto his lips. That of which he happily returned.

Bonus Scene:

Mieisuke watched happily from her lounge room window, a silent tear of happiness rolling down her face. Never in her life had she been so happy that she’d actually answered Wakasa’s phone call for the first time and actually aced the acting that she was required to display when he arrived.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Only a couple of hours had passed since your argument with Sanzu and during those couple of hours that you were free of his presence – you aimlessly walked the halls of the building. Where else could you go in your pyjamas anyways?

For the first hour, you wondered. For the second, you just sat against a wall and watched the wall-clock near the vending machines. Currently munching on a Twix you had purchased from the machine; an overly dramatic sigh of irritation escaped your lips as you gently rested your head on the wall.

Some reason, you still refused to admit defeat – not that you were defeated. Why did you even leave the penthouse? You both live there, hell, you picked the place out and decorated it. You wanted to make Sanzu suffer and what better way than to invade his space?

It’s not like he’d even still be there at 5 a.m. – Bonten has priority after all. Plus, you were tired as fuck at this point and just needed to rest in your bed. You set your plan in motion as you made your way back to the penthouse, semi-thankful that your ‘undetermined-relationship-possibly-semi-ex-boyfriend’ didn’t lock you out.

Carefully shutting the door, there was no noise you could hear to indicate that Sanzu was still home. Making your way through the house, you entered your bedroom and your breath hitched as you saw your ‘undetermined-relationship-possibly-semi-ex-boyfriend’ laying in his side of the bed – his back facing your figure.

For a moment, you contemplated sleeping on the couch but yet again – fuck him, and not physically. With precision, you slipped under the covers and laid your head down onto the soft pillow, your back facing Sanzu’s. Though, you could still feel the heat radiating off his form and being winter, it would’ve been nice if you weren’t mad at him.

Yet, when he shifted on his side of the bed and his arms mystically found their way around your waist, you didn’t have the energy to object. The contact was giving you goosebumps as his heated breath hit the nape of your neck, indicating just how close he was.

“Don’t want no one else…”

It was faint, and almost inaudible which were two words that couldn’t be used to describe Sanzu’s genre of speech but too you, that’s what it was. “’M sorry ‘bout all the stuff I said earlier… only want you….”

You hummed in response, kind of unsure about how to approach this rarely seen side of your ‘in-the-progress-of-repenting-his-sins-semi-boyfriend’, “What makes you think anyone could even put up with your shit, huh?”

He placed a kiss on the side of your neck, “Only you, baby.”

You snuggled yourself into a comfortable position with Sanzu’s arms still wrapped around your form, “I’m way too tired to keep this going any further… love you, Haru.”

A devious smile crept up onto Sanzu’s lips as he whispered, “I love you too,” back into your ear. For once in his life, he was grateful to be sober enough to remember this moment.

That’s when you spoke, “And did you really think I’d through your pills out, babe? They’re where you left them – the first aid kit.”

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[smolkiwi98]

Hii!

Can I pls get a period comfort fic with Eddie? Like reader is staying the night at eddies trailer and then they go to sleep and it’s all cuddly. But later in the night Eddie feels something warm and wet in the bed, so he lifts the comforter and sees blood. He feels bad for reader and stuff and takes care of her?

You really don’t have to, but I just need this rn❤️

Of course!! I haven't take request in a while, so I'm sorry if it's a bit bad. I hope you enjoy!

Eddie Munson x Reader

WARNING! Mentions of period and blood.

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Comfort

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Tonight you were going over to your boyfriend's house which isn’t new, but the only problem there is…you woke up with cramps this morning. You’ve been around Eddie while on your period before, but you always got a little nervous when spending the night while on it. Luckily for you there was no blood, so hopefully it was a little stomach ache and nothing else. 

Eddie sat on your bed watching you walk back forth from your overnight bag to your closet to your dresser back to your bag. You didn’t know he was coming over early to pick you up, so you didn’t bother packing right away. As you were grabbing things from your dresser Eddie was going on about some D&D campaign he had planned “After this campaign is over I think the boys….and Lady Applejack wouldn’t mind if I were the Dungeon Master again. I mean I’m a great one! They would have to let me do it again.” You chuckle softly and stuff your things in your bag “I’m sure they’d love that, but your campaigns are always…brutal.” Eddie tilts his head a little and squints his eyes at you “What do you mean?” Is he really that confused? You were going to answer, but a sharp pain shot across your abdomen making you pause for a second “Are you okay?” you heard Eddie ask. You cleared your throat and nodded “Yeah!” You said with a small smile “Um…I gotta grab my toothbrush and I’ll be ready to go.” You grabbed your bag and walked to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and to be on the safe side some pads. 

After everything was packed you two were on the way to Eddie's place. You spend a lot of time over at his place, so it feels like you should just move in already. Of course Eddie has already proposed that to you. When you two finally made it to his trailer you raced inside. Nights at Eddie’s meant snacks, movies, and cuddles. You walked into his room while he went into the living room to set up a movie. You put on a pair of night shorts and Eddie’s Dio shirt that you found laying on his bed. You let out a sigh and walked out to the living room and sat on the couch “What are we gonna watch tonight?” You asked while hugging one of the couch pillows. Eddie inserted a VHS and turned to look at you “I rented the Poltergeist.” He said with a smile “I know you like some scary movies, so I got this one.” You smiled up at him and stretched your arms out signaling him to come and hold you while you watched the movie. 

20 minutes into the movie and you passed out. Eddie was laying on his back and had you laying on top of him. His hand was in your hair and the other resting on your lower back rubbing it. Your body was so tense and you kept getting cramps every 10 minutes. Eddie knew something was up, but didn’t want to mention anything and possibly upset you. He glanced down at you and saw that you were passed out, so he thought it would be a good idea to just go ahead and take you to bed. 

~ 1 hour later ~

It was in the middle of the night when you felt someone softly pushing on you “Sweetheart~” Eddie whispered “Come on, love you gotta wake up.” You were half awake and you could hear a bit of worry in his voice. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times “What’s wrong?” you asked sleep still in your voice. Eddie had his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. You sat up a little still looking at him until you felt a wet spot in your shorts. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down at yourself. The sight made you blush with embarrassment, you could feel tears start to build up. You had started your period in your sleep and not only did you ruin your panties and shorts, you ruined your boyfriend's bed. You looked back up at him and then you quickly looked away again “I-I’m sorry…I-I didn’t know I was going to start…” You started to ramble on not looking at him once. In the middle of your rambling Eddie gently grabbed your face with both of his hands “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He said in a calm voice. His thumbs ran across your cheeks and under your eyes wiping away your tears “You’re not mad? O-Or disgusted?” You asked in a whisper. Eddie looked at you confused and let out a small chuckle “Why would I? This is a normal thing that happens, it’s okay.” He leans in and kisses your forehead “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll change the sheets. We can cuddle and if you want, talk afterwards.” He suggested. You didn’t really want to speak, but nodded your head at his proposal. 

After you showered and Eddie changed the sheets the two of you were back in bed. He held you close, resting his hand on your stomach rubbing it in hopes to help your cramps. Eddie had asked you a few times if you wanted to talk, but you just wanted to lay there. Eddie not wanting you to sit in your head and over think the small situation started to talk about a bunch of different things! His band, D&D, some comic book he found, what he found in his van, just different things to make you smile and forget about what happened. When he saw that your eyes were closed again and smiled to himself “I love you, Y/N. Very much.” He whispered in your ear before drifting off into sleep himself.

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[animeyanderelover]

Anonymous asked: Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Light, L, Matsuda, Kaneki, Haise and Urie with a darling who got injured and needs to undergo surgery for a day but makes it out alive?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, overprotective behavior, paranoia, anxiety, violence, abduction

Injured s/o needs to have a surgery for a day

Ciel Phantomhive

☕️The young Phantomhive lord feels responsible, maybe even a bit guilty, that you ended up getting injured so badly. He’s not one to worry about just every cut and wound you get, usually he lets Sebastian or one of the other servants take care of minor injuries. Ciel guarantees for the safety of his s/o with his position and his butler alike. He is, even if rather possessive, also protecting and would never step as low as hurt his darling physically, he has so many other ways.

☕️It is because he prides himself with his power a bit that he is especially disappointed in himself. Usually he always makes sure that at least the servants are keeping an eye out for you and if there is someone to blame for this they’ll either be ruined by him or will get a sturdy scolding and possibly a cold treatment if it were the fault of his servants or even you. There is still this feeling of guilt, that this wouldn’t have escalated to the point of a surgery if he would have done something differently because in a way he sees himself responsible for you.

☕️He doesn’t let his butler do the surgery because he only gives Sebastian that much trust in regards of you. Instead he hires the best doctors he can find and tasks them to do everything within the safety of his mansion. Ciel tries to cut the paperwork shorter, only finished what he deems to be more urgent since his mind isn’t quite focused on the task at hand. He keeps his composure, not only because he would see it as unfitting for him to lose his head, but also to give you a sense of calmness.

☕️The signs of his own slight nervousness are very subtle, only Sebastian notices his hawks eyes at the door during the surgery or that his silence is one marked with slightly jittery nerves. A short feeling of relief when he hears that everything went well before he finally sees you after hours of surgery again to check on you personally. You’re put on a bed rest for the following days by Ciel in order to give your body the needed time to heal fully.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛Sebastian is a rather arrogant individual who prides himself even more with the fact that he can protect and care for his human mate better than anyone else. He’s a demon after all, looks down at the humankind and finds himself at best amused with them. Whenever he is met with everyday small wounds you suffered he swiftly bandages and aids those wounds with the best of his knowledge and teases you for your clumsiness though he still looks out a bit more for you.

🐈‍⬛The demon is especially protective, so much more since your mortal body can’t sustain too much damage. His whole confidence aside he might be somewhere deep in his core concerned that one day he won’t be there in time or not react fast enough. He feels it physically the moment it happens even if he isn’t there, a dread that brings him close to actually feeling sick and he experiences troubles staying composed, in a rush to go where you are and see you.

🐈‍⬛Almost mad at himself that he wasn’t there in time and he is clingier than normally, has a hard time being physically away from you, especially if you are still in pain. He eliminates a culprit for this if he can, otherwise he just asks his master if he can take some free time on the day of your surgery. Sebastian feels extremely uneasy with the thought of being away from you at all or letting humans perform surgery on you even if they are qualified to do so. He’d probably do it himself if he could.

🐈‍⬛He might even try to sneak his way inside and pose as a professional doctor if his master doesn’t stop him and even then he will still use his demonic powers to somehow stalk the whole process to make sure that nothing goes wrong. He’s actually nervous for the first time in his life and latches almost on you after you’ve successfully undergone the surgery, makes it hard for other people to visit since he wants your time for himself. He’s more doting than usually afterwards, doesn’t let you lift a finger.

Alois Trancy

👅If Ciel and Sebastian try to be calm and composed and aren’t the types to flip out over a simple cut, Alois is the exact opposite. He’s a bit of a worshipper, sees his darling as a kind angel which is exactly why he can’t even stand the mere image of them hurting. The demons who serve him are used to it, his shouting and drama monologues when you scratch yourself or accidentally cut yourself. Hannah is the only one truly eager to help you since you make her master happy.

👅Alois restricts you in a lot of activities. He much rather spoils you rotten and lets his servants do everything for him instead of risking letting you get hurt. He has no expectations that you should be able to do certain activities like Ciel, he just wants you to stay with him and return his affection. You haven’t seen shit though until he actually is told that you have to undergo surgery. He completely flips out, yells, cries and goes physically violent against his servants since he pushes a part of the blame on them.

👅A part of the responsibility rests on his shoulders though which has him experiencing a new low and is only poison for his paranoia. He scouts for the best medics he can find with his money and probably ends up scaring them with his mood swings. One moment he clutches their clothes and begs them to heal you and the next he yanks them by the collar and threatens them if they shouldn’t be able to help you. Not like he’d allow them to leave the mansion if they’re scared though.

👅There is a high chance that he’ll even stay in the same room you’re being treated in because Alois would be absolutely restless just waiting outside. Trying to tell him that he should give the surgeons time and space to do their work might just end in another harsh slap, he wants to be with you even if he feels like throwing up when he sees them performing the surgery. He clings onto you the following days like crazy, barely leaves the room you’re staying in. He feels paranoid not having you near enough for him to touch you so he doesn’t allow you to leave his side after.

Claude Faustus

🕷As a demon himself, Claude is quite the arrogant individual himself who looks down on humans, only interested in promising souls who will guarantee for a exceptional meal. He grows even more arrogant when he finds his mate, he sees himself utterly entitled to be their partner and provider since he can do everything a human could never do for them and more. He can be quite smooth himself but differently from Sebastian he tends to be faster annoyed and aggressive.

🕷Ever so swift to care for the wounds you inflicted somehow on your skin with far more tenderness and care than his young master ever experiences, a small comment to just ask him next time to help. Claude enjoys the aspect of having you go to him and let him aid your wounds but also finds himself a bit annoyed and concerned if it should happen often in which case he is willing to neglect Alois in order to look more after you.

🕷He reacts passive-aggressive to the person who delivers him the news, he might even snap shortly before he fixes his facade of composure as good as he can. It’s still quite obvious that he is in a bad mood from the rude tone he uses when he speaks with others. Doesn’t trust those doctors quite as much who will be your surgeons during the surgery, he’d rather do it himself as well. The problem is that he has a much more less understanding master who consumes too much of his time.

🕷Honestly, Claude is about ready to ditch his master of it means being with you because he has difficulties keeping his bad temper in check the longer he is away from you. He visits you the days after as often as he can, even skips times where he should already be with Alois only to stay a bit longer with you. Fawns over you and is most likely planning on kidnapping you very soon since this incident just triggered him. You’ll be safer once you are in only his hands.

Light Yagami

✍️Light Yagami is a menace himself yet he is surprisingly protective. He feels entitled, possessive and wants to be worshipped by his s/o yet there is a genuine interest in keeping them safe. He knows that it is a lawless world out there, that scum is walking freely around. He can’t let his s/o live in such a evil world, can he? They‘ll be by his side as soon as he is the new god of the world after all. Surely as soon as the whole world respects Kira, there will be no dangers for you anymore.

✍️I feel like Light would end up forcing his s/o into the position of the spouse who stays longer or always at home the bigger his need for complete control grows. It is a bit of a ideal vision he has, having you staying obediently at home. He wouldn’t go to the point where he straightforward forces you to give up on your job or end up socializing with friends but you can never be careful enough. His delusions somewhat got to his head though because he did not expect you to ever get into an accident.

✍️There is this short paranoia that you were attacked by someone, that someone had the nerve to attack Light’s angel. If that is the case, he’s going to go a bit more crazy because whilst he is a bit too prideful to say it, he feels responsible. I’d wager that he won’t wait in the hospital during your surgery though, Light wants to continue his work and scheme on his plans. His mind is going constantly to you so he is to his disappointment and annoyance not able to finish what he wanted to finish.

✍️Light is driving over as soon as he gets the call that you’re fine. He doesn’t really show his vulnerable side to anyone but he was quite a bit concerned about you so he feels relieved to know that you’re going to be fine. He’s still giving you this lecture of his where he might end up saying the one or other thing that hurts you since he somehow expects you to be wise enough to know how to avoid injuries. Though that would be a different story if you were attacked in which case you’ll be seen as the innocent victim. Prepare for restrictions regarding your freedom.

L Lawliet

🍰Wiretaps, cameras and a slightly amused Watari keeping his eyes out for you. You’d mean that with those stalking devices L would be able to keep harm away from you, especially if you count in the fact that he is a genius. The detective is always watching his darling even if they don’t know it yet and even if they know, he ignores the paranoia and discomfort it might trigger in you. He wants to know everything about you and your own feelings aren’t always his first priority.

🍰He’s keeping a even closer eye on you if you are already with him, either by force or your own free will. L is rather clingy, wants you constantly in the same room with him to feel a sense of satisfaction and doesn’t fully trust you either. He’s rational enough to know that even with his safety measurements something can always go wrong yet it doesn’t take away this dreadful surprise he experiences when it happens. It’s not really noticeable on his rather plain expression though.

🍰Absolutely manipulates the whole situation and your visit in the hospital. If he hasn’t kidnapped you yet, he plans to do that now and for that needs to transfer you somehow to him. Even if that isn’t the case, he can’t risk anything that might include giving away your or his true identity so he has to fake your whole data. L is rather squirmy, can’t sit still and it becomes obvious that his mind is with you so rather than continuing investigations, he just waits hours for the surgery to be done.

🍰He’s checking you out of the hospital as soon as he can, he doesn’t have to risk a single second that might be too long. Your condition is fine after all, you just need the rest and so you are put under rest. If you are freshly kidnapped now, he’ll take his time explaining everything to you and how life with him will loom from now on. L will eventually even go over to his analysis on how the incident you got yourself into could have been avoided if both of you had been a little bit more smart.

Touta Matsuda

👮Matsuda is rather insecure about himself and his skill set even if he attempts to stay positive. He’s dearly in love and even if he questions himself often whether or not this love is the healthy kind, he has his delusional days. That never takes away his fear that you’ll eventually leave him one day for someone better. He’s young and naive, impedes investigations sometimes and doubts occasionally even his ability to be a boyfriend. Matsuda is determined though to prove himself to you.

👮Maybe he can be a bit more paranoid from time to time, resulting in increased clinginess. He’s working for the police, is confronted with cases where mafia, blackmailing and death is involved and knows firsthand how messed up this world can be. He’s in return a bit more protective and doesn’t want his darling to be involved in his world at all. Maybe he is a bit co-dependent and for that has a short meltdown when it turns out that his s/o has to go through surgery.

👮He’s begging Soichiro and his coworkers to let him off the hook for a day so he can be with you. His brain and his nerves have turned into mush, it isn’t hard to see that he’d not be any help since he is clearly out of it. Pestering your doctors to see you one last time to see you to squeeze your hand tightly in his and apologize that he couldn’t prevent it from happening. It doesn’t even have to be his fault, he’ll feel guilty anyways. He waits excruciatingly long hours for you to leave the infirmary healthily.

👮The young man is almost a bit dizzy out of relief when he hears the surgeon say that everything went well and that his s/o is fine. The staff in the hospital will find themselves having a hard time shooting him out since he can’t bring himself to leave you even after no visitors are allowed anymore. As soon as you are able to leave, he’ll try to take over as much of the household chores as he can to let you take more rest. He still feels guilty, cooks you your favorite meals and buys you small gifts as an apology.

Ken Kaneki

🔲The poor boy can suffer from a headache from merely worrying about you alone. Kaneki is a paranoid, highly paranoid, guy and even a small cut on you results in a moment where his heart shortly stops out of shock for him. He is such a loyal stalker, too terrified to show his real face but also too afraid to leave you without additional protection. You never know what’s going to hurt you in life, he experienced this quite literally. His actions are shameful but he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he wouldn’t do this.

🔲His behavior somewhat intensifies after he kidnapped you. He keeps his distance to let you hopefully adapt to the situation but he babies you a lot as well. Kaneki does most of the tasks in the house, hesitant to let his s/o help and they’ll know why after they suffer from the first small injury. For Kaneki the end of a small world. A true nightmare is when his darling gets injured and has to be taken into a hospital though. It crushes something inside Kaneki.

🔲He has troubles, huge troubles, to not storm off and abduct you right away. With a lot of effort he manages to hold back, acknowledging that he can’t give you the medical treatment you need. So he waits, unable to sleep and eat, until you are out of the surgery and he overhears that you’re fine. In case you are already kidnapped he asks Touka if she knows someone with professional knowledge, hesitant to let you under humans. He’ll even ask Tsukiyama if needed since that man has contacts.

🔲Kaneki can’t get over this event, feels like it is all on him to blame and that this all could have ended even worse. He’s a complete wreck of nerves during the operation and he is one after weeks of it. Paranoid to overwork you or risk another accident, he forces you to just stay in bed and works tirelessly to do everything. Constant apology speeches where he might even burst out in tears, desperate vows to be from now on a better person for you. The situation is complicated, specially if you were just abducted.

Haise Sasaki

🔳Whilst Kaneki is most certainly still a part of Haise, the young man never feels the overbearing need to restrict your freedom and lock you away. That doesn’t mean that he never feels more clingy and protective but he tones it down enough for you to feel comfortable. He has his squad, his friends after all and he trusts them. They’re basically like family to him and if an emergency suddenly appears he won’t fret to ask them to watch out for you.

🔳The city isn’t peaceful, his line of work makes him all too aware of that and yet he is somewhat optimistic. At least optimistic enough to not glue himself constantly to your hip, he has his clingy moments from time to time too though. He wants to prepare you though, warns you to stay away from certain areas and to not follow people you don’t know somewhere isolated. He’s hit hard when you tell him that you have to go through surgery because of your injury, you can tell that he feels very guilty.

🔳Even his team tries desperately to cheer him up because he just seems to emit a gloomy and worried aura. Haise is sort of desperate to get a free day in order to be able to stay during your surgery in the hospital. His teammates are trying to convince his higher-ups as well. He looks a bit helpless whilst just waiting for you, there is no denial that he’s a good partner though as soon as he’s instantly by your side to make sure that you’re alright. He’s more protective for a while after, constantly shoos you back into bed and let him do the work in the house.

Kuki Urie

🖤Even if Urie usually keeps a rather stoic expression on his face, deep down he is terrified to lose his s/o. He’s still not fully over the death of his father and he can’t even begin to imagine what he’d do with his life if you were gone. In a way he just declares himself at one point to be your personal guardian dog. He accompanies you to a lot of places you go to ensure safety and also to keep any potential love rivals away by making his presence known. He even attempts to move in with you or at least stay as often as possible.

🖤The young man can be quite vicious against anyone who touched you the wrong way, he tends to worship his darling and expects good behavior from everyone around them. He holds a grudge for a long time as well so once someone messed up, Urie will never stop tormenting them for their mistake. He gives a facial expression when he hears your rather worrying news though, eyes widening and a terrified look crossing his face before he tells Haise scarcely that he’ll take a day off from his work.

🖤He couldn’t care less about what everyone in the higher positions will think, he places no one quite as high as his darling and they always are his first priority. He intimidates every doctor a bit because not only is he aggressive, he gives subtle hints that he will punish them if they don’t do their job right. Extremely impatient, he probably pesters someone from the staff because he wants to know how everything is going so far with the surgery. There is even the idea to just walk into the operating room in his head.

🖤It reminds you of an interrogation as soon as you’re awake again. Urie wants details about what happened, either so he can lash out on someone or to prevent the same accident from happening again. He is less tense now that he knows you’re fine, mumbles that he was worried sick over you whilst holding your hand, his thumb rubbing gently over your hand. He’ll be a better man for you from now on, he promises you. Forbids you to work in the household for a long while, he just pushes you carefully back into your room if he catches you during your act whilst scolding you.

[somemydayy]

Kuroko’s Basketball | Suggestive/Smut HC

Various kinks mentioned under cut. Proceed with caution.

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Types of kinks & fetishes I think they would have: Warning: mentions of BDSM, sir and master kink, size kink, humiliation, nylon, or panty-hose fetish, voyeurism, praise kink, size kink, Impact play ex: spanking etc. (Please tell me if I missed anything else) oh yeah mentions of reader having female genitalia and boobs for some of the so.

Seijūrō Akashi

I suspect he has a sir kink, but he definitely has a master kink, it’s plain as day. Likes being in control and will enjoy you just screaming his name so everyone knows who fucks you good.

Akashi seems like this type to be into BDSM he enjoys being sadistic, destructive even. But he knows your delicate so he holds back most of the time. But he can’t help tying you up and playing with your cunt as he watches you beg for more.

The literal fucker will shame you as he pounds his dick into your dripping mound to overstimulate you. And watch as he eyes you, scream out his name as you bounce up and down his pulsating cock. Whispered then straight up shouts out about all the most lewd positions he’ll put you in. Comments to you how only he can make you feel this god, and you should be greatful, and as he nibbled at the tip of your ears as your cheeks turn scarlet shade of red he laughs at your lewd and fucked out stare.

I can also see him as the type to partake in humiliation; he enjoys the look of your face as it twists in pain, and tears drench down the mounds of your cheeks as he lick them and gives you a knowing grin. He know you get off to it too, he’ll just knows.

But sometimes outside of the bedroom he’ll intentionally make you so angry you couldn’t help, but cry out of frustration. He just loves the way your tears would be dripping down your flushed face and a sadistic smile coats his lips as he hugs you patting your head in the process. To anyone else it seemed sweet, caring, loving almost but you knew the fucker got off on you crying.

Shintarō Midorima

I don’t think it’s so much a kink, but I have a suspicious feeling he’ll enjoy looking at the calendar and marking your cycle. He’ll absolutely do his best to make you feel good by fingering, or dicking you down. But don’t worry, he’ll clean you up right after. A nice shower or bath would be nice, especially since his lucky item for today was a rubber ducky.

Has a thing for personal hygiene, he likes how you file your nails down, and how your skin is always so smooth and spotless. But he also immensely enjoys the act of marking you, leaving love bites against the most noticeable of places. Across the inside of your thighs, and along your throat, behind, and under your ear. He’ll be sure to mark you one way or another. Your his lover after all.

By how tall he is, I do think it’s a major possibility he has a size kink. He immensely enjoys the feeling of how your smaller figure is spewed delicately across his lap as he bear hugs you.

I bet he has a nylon, and panty-hose fetish. He just can’t help but rip a hole at the seam and stuff his hardwood against your leaking core. He’s desperately trying to grasp your legs up and around his middle as he ruts into you. It’s might be overkill but soon he finds himself unable to contain himself and just ends up gizzing all over the pantyhose. Guess he’ll just have to buy you s brand new one or two.

Also another kink I think he’ll have is voyeurism, sometimes he can’t help dropping by your place to lend you a book or pick up another lucky item for the day. He has a spare key you gave him after all, most of the time he makes sure to call ahead of coming over but today it slipped his mind, and in all honestly he thanks the heavens above. Especially when he sees you in all your naked glory, spewed out legs open and pleasuring yourself. He’ll can’t help but continue to watch as you call out his name in raspy and breathless moans, at first he thinks you caught him being s peeping-tom but he hears you say you want more, want him, and only him. He knows it isn’t right but he picked up your schedule, you usually end up pleasuring yourself after each one of his games. He wonders, if you’ll ever come clean about it, but he’s one to talk. Maybe it’s better for both of you if you remain ignorant just for a little while longer that is.

Aksushi Murasakibara

I highly believe he has a size kink. He says he likes tall women. If he does have a tall significant other, he’ll enjoy bending her over and fucking her while she stands arched against a wall. With her ass on full display for him.

On the other hand he’ll definitely fantasize about stretching and destroying her pussy and make her scream out as he bottoms out. He’s so big, I’m certain he’ll hit the cervix in no time. I think if his significant other is of a smaller build, he’ll thoroughly enjoy pounding into her, seeing her be engulfed by his dick, going in and out of her at a alarming pace as she cries out in pain and ecstasy. He immensely enjoyed the rush.

Impact play; with his hands I honestly do believe he’ll enjoy the feeling of his palms on your ass, he’ll enjoy the sensation of palming, spanking and hitting your bottom until it’s red as a tomato. And I believe he’ll smirk while palming your ass before harshly raising his hand to spank your ass cheeks one at a time. Leaving his massive hand print on both cheeks.

More so I do believe he’ll throughly enjoy the feeling of his significant other’s smaller body pressed up against his chest; especially the way your boobs would be squished up against him, it’ll drive him insane.

Definitely has a praise kink, liked being told he’s big, and they can’t take him any longer since she’s a giant. He likes it when his significant other offers him snacks after being intimate. Sometimes he feels like it’s a bribe, but what can he do he just likes you too much to say otherwise.

Daiki Aomine

What can I say, he’s a boobs guy. He likes them big, he enjoys his idol magazines, but damn the real thing was a thousand times better especially how big, perky and soft your’s were.

He just loves the feel of your chest pressed up against his hands, chest, face. He’ll definitely seem like the type to motorboat your boobs. He immensely loves the feel of your delicate and tender flesh against his hands, but most of all he likes licking and sucking on them just as much, or even more.

I also see Aomine as the type to be a Switch. As you know, he’s quite lazy hence all his naps on tell rooftop. He’ll very frequently just laze around, asking you to do all the work. You’ll straddle, ride him, maybe deep throat him even.

Him being a cocky bastard will automatically tease you and flip you on your back as he laughs tauntingly at you as he kisses up your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

I don’t think he’s the type to be clingy, but he can’t help himself when you complement him. I’m pretty sure he has a praise kink. He just loves it when you tell him, he’s perfect, he’s good with his hands. You being innocent don’t take notice of the eyebrow raise and the sexual innuendo you just spewed out. But he just grins and whispers in your ear saying how you’ll get it all home.

Ryōta Kise

To people whom he acknowledges, Kise often acts cheerful and outgoing while also being a bit dramatic. So you being his significant other he’ll call you (Y/n)-cchi but on the rare occasion he’ll call you by your last name. Usually this happens when he’s serious, mad even.

To you he’s very playful, overly dramatic even. But you never mind. He’s just such a sweety pie. He’s definitely has either a praise or degrading kink. If he has a praise kink he’ll make you whimper, and shout out how good he feels as he fills you up. Asking if it’s enough, adding more pressure to your clit as he thrusts up into you. If he has a degrading kink, he’ll thoroughly enjoy you calling him names, as you take him in one go. I don’t believe he’s a very emotional person, but he is very expressive. So he’ll probably show in his face as he’s almost reached his peak only for you to ask him if that’s all it took for him to cum. He’ll burst at the seams and let out a lewd moan as he released his fill into you.

Sometimes he can’t help, but let you edge him until he almost cums just for you to leave him high and dry. Usually he whines out complaints, and then go to the bathroom to take care of his problem. But on the rare occasion he’ll just lay there, and stare at your figure or back until a brilliant idea pops up onto his head. He taps your shoulder and asks if he can use your thighs, with a soft whine you let out a “yea, sure.” He takes his place against your soft thighs and moves around a bit until he reaches his peak. Morning your name on repeat.

At first it’s soft thrusts but soon it becomes full on rutting. He’ll grab your thighs and slightly lift himself up and rut against your soft plush thighs until your coated in sticky white cum. He’ll probably giggle after finishing, but he’ll always make sure to grab you a towel, and clean you up.

It’s a known fact Kise likes showing off, so he’ll kiss you during practice and hold your hand during halftime. But on the rare occasion he’ll just stuff his face in your neck and sniff you. Kise is very needy, no one can tell me otherwise. Sometimes during half time, he’ll sneak off, and kiss you in a corner of a empty hallway. And it’s obvious as day what you both did as you come back with a hicky or two sometimes even more scattered down your chest and you hurriedly fix your clothes, hair slightly disheveled as you arrive at the court. Kise could only grin teasingly as he placed his coat against your shoulders, and placed a gentle kiss against your cheek, nose and lips. He’s super into pda, and it shows.

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[clusterfuck-dom]

LEON DRAFT HERE RN

WIP I

Sub Leon Kennedy x Dom Reader

Laughs in 29 Leon Kennedy drafts.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: degrading, thigh humping, hair pulling, scratching, usage of “whore,” usage of the color system, usage of “good boy,” usage of “master.”

“That’s not fair,” he whined, straddling your thighs with his legs while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Not fair—” you sputtered at the dirty blonde. “What do you mean not fair?? YOU’RE interrupting MY work with your stupid horny-ass, and you’re calling it not fair that I’m not gonna fuck you right here, right now?”

He mumbled a simple “yes” into your shoulder before wiggling his hips against yours. The fucker was definitely hard — you could feel it through his gray sweatpants — but you weren’t gonna give him what he wanted. At least, not the satisfaction.

“That’s fucking pathetic,” you spat out at him. Your thigh rubbed up against his crotch, ripping a choked moan from his throat. “Can’t leave me alone for 5 minutes, can you?”

You could feel him shake his head against your neck, causing you to roll your eyes. While one of your hands went to his hip, the other took a handful of his hair and pulled him away from your shoulder. “C’mon, you little brat. Speak up.”

“N-no,” he whimpered. His hips were desperately grinding against your leg in an attempt to relieve his growing problem. “No, I can’t leave… mhhh!! Can’t leave you alone—!!”

His eyes fluttered shut when you dug your nails into his hip. One tug of his hair, however, caused them to shoot open again. Now that you were sure you had his attention again, you continued. “And why not?”

A pretty pink color flooded his face as he continued to hump your thigh. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down from thickly swallowing before he mumbled something incoherent.

“Couldn’t hear you,” was your response as your hands twisted his hair. There was a yelp of pain that left his mouth that quickly dissolved into a lewd breathy moan. Your fingernails scratched up his side, all the way to the start of his rib cage, as you demanded him to repeat himself.

“I-I’m a,” a hiccup interrupted his sentence, “a worthless whore!!”

“Damn straight,” you scoffed. Suddenly, you threw him to the floor, making sure to knock the wind out of his lungs. Your eyes raked over his body as you stood up from your chair. He was hard — painfully hard, even — with his black shirt riding up a bit to reveal the scratch marks you left moments prior. Baby blue eyes were both hazy from lust and glossy from unshed tears, and a few strands of hair fell into his face.

God, Leon was a beautiful boy, but now wasn’t the time to be admiring him. “… Color?”

“Green,” he quickly panted out.

“Good boy,” you softly responded. The praise seemed to go directly to his growing erection and made him release another moan. Once again, you found yourself rolling your eyes. “You get one praise and suddenly you’re acting like some horny bitch.”

He turned his head away from you out of what seemed to be shame, his cock practically jumping in his sweatpants. You nudged your foot in between his legs and he happily spread himself wide for you. Like it’s instinct, you bitterly thought to yourself. What a whore.

Nevertheless, you found yourself kneeling in the space he had just created for you, hands running up and down his sides. His hands stayed dutifully on the ground (he knew what would happen if he reached for you, and he was in enough hot water already) as tiny sounds of lust escaped his breath.

“(Y/N),” he whined.

“(Y/N) isn’t here,” you answered.

Another whine came from him, his flushed face turning a darker shade of pink. His brows were turned upwards as he chewed the inside of his cheek. He swallowed down his own saliva before finally calling you by your proper title.

“M… Master…”

You gave a content hum. “Good boy.”

[eddies-puppet]

My Queen

I’m laid up with horrible cramps today so just a little blurb/ daydream about Eddie looking after his girlfriend in the same situation 🥰

Warnings: menstrual cramps, fluff.

~ 800 words

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“Y/N, I’m heading off now, do you need anything?” I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the stairs.

“No thanks, I’m good,” I called back, my voice hoarse in my throat.

“Ok, see you tonight,” she yelled again before I heard the front door slam shut behind her and her car start up. I lay there for a few seconds, just listening to the engine tick over. There was a loud squeak coming from the engine that mom had nagged me about a million times, but turning the music up louder so I couldn’t hear it was easier than constantly nagging my boyfriend, who’d promised to look at it.

Eventually I heard my mom pull off the driveway, and the squeak faded to silence as she made her way down the block. The clock read 8am, I should have been starting class now. Instead, I snuggled down into my pillow, pulling the covers tight around me, a hot water bottle pressed to my stomach as I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would at least let me ignore the pain for a few hours.

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I woke with a start as my bedroom window flew open, a string of curses falling from my boyfriend’s mouth as he fell head first onto my carpet.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” He jumped up from the ground, pushing his long curls back from his face.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he smiled. “I was worried, you weren’t at school so I thought I should check on you.” As I glanced at the clock, Eddie made his way to my side, sitting gently on the edge of my bed. “You ok?” He asked softly, placing his warm hand against my cheek.

“I’m fine, it’s just cramps,” I smiled tiredly. “Eds, you should still be in class.”

“You think I’m gonna sit through O’Donnell’s class when my queen is sick? What do you take me for, Y/N?” He ranted dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest in mock offense, causing me to giggle softly.

“Ok, there’s no need to be such a drama queen,” I laughed.

Suddenly a sharp pain ripped through my stomach, like a thousand tiny snakes coiling around my insides. I pulled my knees to my chest, rolling my face in to my soft pillow as a groan rumbled in my throat.

“Oh love,” Eddie soothed, rubbing my thigh softly until the pain subsided and my body relaxed. “What can I do to help?”

“Not a lot,” I shrugged. “One of those famous Munson hugs would be really nice though,” I whispered, smiling as his face lit up.

“That I can do, my love,” he grinned as he shrugged off his denim vest and leather jacket. “Scoot over.” I shuffled backwards, giving him room to climb under the covers with me, and as soon as he was tucked up beside me, I snuggled into his warm chest, the sound of his heart beating and the smell of his apple shampoo filling my senses. The feeling of his strong hands pulling me in tight against him, rubbing my back, was heavenly.

“How was Hellfire last night?” I asked him, drawing a loud laugh from him.

“The Dungeon Master went undefeated as I’d expected,” he told me smugly.

“You know, you really should ease up on them, let them have half a chance for once.”

“Huh,” he scoffed. “Absolutely not. I’m doing those little sheep a favour sweetheart, building their resilience.” I giggled, shaking my head. Only Eddie could enjoy the win so much while pretending it was for someone else’s benefit. “You doing ok my love? Comfortable?” He asked softly, his hands running lazily against my lower back. I hummed contentedly.

“Always better when you’re here Eds,” I said, moving my head to look up at him. He smiled back down at me, his deep brown eyes twinkling in the late morning sun shining in through my window. “Thank you for coming to check on me. You don’t have to stay here all day though, I doubt I’m much company.”

“Hey,” he said, one hand moving to place a gentle finger against my lips. “There is literally nowhere else I’d rather be. Wanna take care of my girl,” he grinned, lowering his face to mine, the tip of his nose brushing softly against mine before he kissed me, his lips soft, warm against mine, the heady combination of cigarettes and minty gum so Eddie, so comforting. “I love you baby,” he whispered as he snuggled his head back into my pillow.

“I love you too,” I smiled as I closed my eyes, burying my face back in his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat slowly lulling me into a gentle sleep.

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,246

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 3 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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You are surprised to see you wake up before your alarm goes off. The need for sleep dissipating each second your eyes spend open. You take that as a sign to get up from bed and start your day. You usually, or at least, you're supposed to be up by 7 AM but it's 6:25 and you can't go back to sleep.

You tap at the keys on your laptop and see that it died this time so the first thing you do is go to plug it in. As you stretch after do you feel a dull ache take over your arm. You look down to see the bandages and the night before plays over in your mind like a horror movie.

You sigh.

There wasn't any time for you to cry about it. You did enough of that last night. Although the need to cry no longer existed within you. You just felt empty.

You press your tongue into the inside of your cheek. You'll worry about this and Hyun-Woo later. For now it was time for you to get ready and start your day.

You're quick to start it. Running on autopilot as you wash up and dress in your standard uniform. You go to follow the rest of the servants who line up in the hall just outside the room that houses many of the cleaning supplies. Ji-Woon stands there with a list of chores for the servants who resided within the manor. Those who live at the campus have their own head of servants, just below Ji-Woon, who assigns them their tasks for the day. As you draw closer to him you are met with a slight scowl and a slap to the head with the list he now has rolled up.

You reach up to grab the area he smacked with a look of disbelief and pain.

"Oh don't give me that look," he chides. "I barely hit you hard enough to leave a mark."

"But what was that for?" you whine. You can hear the snickers of the other servants behind your back.

"Were you or were you not told to stay out of sights yesterday?"

Your eyes widen a little. "You know about that?"

Ji-Woon rolls his eyes. "Word travels fast when it comes to gossip." His voice slowly rises as he says this and the servants next to you hush up as he sends a pointed glare their way. "Really Y/N did you really think no one would see you outside and with a Lord of Bangtan at that?"

Your face involuntary flushes at both his scolding and the memory. He didn't point out how you'd met all three of the Lords prior during the tour. You guess he doesn't know and you're not about to mention it either.

"I needed some fresh air," you mumble. You definitely don't want to talk to him about the incident preceding your visit outside. Especially not in front of everyone else. You don't think you can stomach any of their reactions.

Ji-Woon sighs before smacking you with the paper once again. You go to complain but he beats you to it.

"Don't do it again." His words leave him softly. He can't stand being upset with you even if your actions warrant such a reaction.

You look at him before nodding solemnly.

"You have the gardens again today. Finish up what you couldn't because of the downpour yesterday. After that it's the kitchen and dining area."

Nodding again you leave towards the gardens to do your work.

You're upset he found out. You're upset a lot of people were talking. It wasn't anyone's business what you did but they couldn't help themselves in talking on situations that didn't pertain to them. You didn't care to know what the exact words they shared were but just the idea of it was enough to piss you off.

You nearly stomp your way down the stairs and towards the sliding door that leads out to the garden. It's breezy out and the skies are clouded. It's not supposed to rain today but it looks rather gloomy out despite it being well into Summer. Something to match your mood.

There's a garden shack not far from the patio you step onto. It's there you go to grab the things you need. Yesterday you'd been pruning the hydrangeas before it started to rain so you'll be going back to them again today.

You grab your sheers and gloves - learning after the incident with Master Hyun-Woo that you needed to keep these on hand - and step over into the fenced archways that housed the flowers. It's for a while that you work on them. At some point you go back to the shack to grab a basket to place the parts you cut off into it. There's much to cut around the shrubs as there are many. Master Hyung-Won has a love for these flowers in particular and so he had planted as many as he could. It doesn't bother you to do such a task as you love the smell of the flowers. Enjoying your time out around the one place that brings you happiness.

At some point, you switch on over to the signet marigolds to make sure nothing was damaged during the downpour from yesterday. It's as you check the soil that you feel a presence behind you. You don't acknowledge it at first thinking it's one of the other maids who tend to the gardens along with you. They stand there for a while before making their presence known as they speak.

"Pretty girl."

You whirl around at the voice and are surprised to see Hoseok before you.

"Lord Hoseok!" You hurriedly stand and bow to him before checking your watch. It's 12 PM and he's awake? "Sh-Shouldn't you be in bed, my Lord?"

He chuckles. "I said I would find you, didn't I? And found you I did."

That didn't explain why he was up and out so early. Not that the sun would affect him much as it spent more of its time behind the clouds today. Even if it was out, most vampires would be able to tolerate it a little.

Hoseok smiles before jutting his chin towards the basket. "I see that you're working. Do you enjoy pruning the gardens?"

"Yes, it's relaxing for me."

He hums in response.

You worry your hands together. "Is there something you need, my Lord?"

Hoseok frowns a little at your question. "Did you forget? I wanted to talk to you more today."

"I-I didn't forget. I just," you shrug. "I'm kind of busy."

He pinches his slacks between his fingers to lift them up before kneeling down in front of you. "Then we can work together and talk."

Your hands shake in front of as you yell. "No! No, no Lord Hoseok you shouldn't be doing this." You come to join him on the ground, kneeling before him.

He grabs your hands with a cheeky smile and you freeze. Your face growing warm as you look him over. He's dressed in an all black ensemble. A button-down with high waisted pleated slacks. He looks stunning and his pants are being ruined by the dirty ground. You try to wrench your hands free from him but he holds onto you tighter with his smile growing.

"Lord Hoseok please don't do this." You cringe.

"Why not?" He looks confused. "And please just call me Hoseok."

"Lord Hoseok," you sigh. If he won't listen for his own sake then maybe he will for yours. "I can get into trouble. People will assume the worst and I don't want that."

He frowns a bit before sitting back on his heels. His hold on your hands loosen and you take the chance to free yourself from him. He seems to think to himself for a minute before his lips part to speak.

"Then I won't work but I'm staying. I told you I wanted to talk to you more and I will." He almost sounds like a child throwing a tantrum and you chalk that up to his Lordness.

You inhale and exhale deeply. You feel like you've aged a few years but there's not much else you can do. He won't listen to you much. At least he won't be working. That was your biggest worry.

You eye him warily. Couldn't he at least stand? You want to complain some more but there's a look in his eyes that prevents you from doing it. So you hesitantly turn back to the marigolds and get back to work.

Hoseok watches you silently as your fingers dance across the petals. Your touch is delicate as you check them for any signs of damage. You remove your glove to press into the soil to check the saturation levels and it's with wonder that he observes you.

"How did you sleep last night?"

His question catches you off guard for a moment.

"Oh, I slept well."

He hums. "How's your arm today?"

As attention is drawn to it you feel a throb. It was fine for the most part. The saliva of your Master was currently working to repair the wound but it still ached. Of course it would as it had been bitten into. Twice.

You're quiet for a moment more before you answer.

"It's fine. Healing."

You clean your hand after patting around the soil. It doesn't feel too wet and your worry over the flowers begins to diminish. The petals look fine for the most part and whatever has wilted is coming to nicely. You smile to yourself before looking Hoseok's way.

"And how are you, my Lord?"

Hoseok huffs in mild frustration. "Please just call me Hoseok. I don't care much for my title and I'm fine. Much better actually that I found you."

His words leave you feeling uneasy but you don't mention it. Instead you wonder about something else.

"How did you find me, my Lor-Hoseok?" His name feels unfamiliar on your lips without his proper address.

To this he smiles. Something along a Cheshire grin. "I have my ways."

You chuckle nervously. If he notices how slowly put on edge you are he doesn't mention it. You try and distract yourself by pruning the flowers instead.

Silence ensues as he watches you. It's a bit unnerving and you would say something if it weren't for the fact that his social status is above yours. The peace you normally feel in the garden is slowly beginning to diminish.

He continues to watch you as you finish your task and sooner rather than later you find yourself done. You go to stand with the basket heavy with all that you pruned off. Once weightless, it hangs over the crook of your arm and sways as you move. You go to turn around and gasp at Hoseok's presence as he stands close by you. You hadn't forgotten about him but he moves quickly and quietly enough for you to not have noticed him stand to his full height.

"Let me," he says as he takes the basket from you.

You don't put up a fight and allow him to take it. He follows you as you make your way to the shack to deposit your equipment and asks what to do with the trash. It's with a look over your shoulder that you tell him where and together you empty the basket within a close by bin.

His delicate hands work in tandem with yours and you wonder how much softer they must be compared to your calloused ones. Having never needed to work a day in his life you're sure. The thought doesn't leave you with a sour taste because you know this is how your lives are. It was neither fair nor unfair to you. It just was.

You take the basket from him and place it down beneath the shears and gloves you previously placed down. It hides under a table out of sight and it's from there that you exit the shack and close it shut.

Hoseok smiles and stretches out his arm for you to take. You hesitate for a moment before slipping your arm through his where he presses it firmly against his side.

"Where to now?" He leads you off towards the patio.

"Um, the kitchens but you don't have to accompany me there." Shouldn't rather.

"Nonsense. We just started our time together. It's only right I follow you to do your next task." That radiant smile of his returns. "I had a few questions I wanted to ask on the way as well."

"Like?"

Hoseok slides the door to the manor open and lets you in before following suit. Your arms coming to loop together once more.

"Like what's your life like here?"

Your brows raise high onto your forehead. "It's not much. I clean and occasionally help in the kitchen. And I attend my Master when it is required. A routine life like any other servant." You lead the two of you in the direction of the kitchen. "I'm sure the servants of your estate are no different."

Hoseok hums. "You say you attend to your Master. Only one?"

"Uh," you hesitate a little. It wouldn't be bad to say where you stood with the triplets would it? You didn't want to paint anyone in a fake nor negative light so you go with as close to the truth as possible without revealing too much. "Yes, I only attend to Master Hyun-Woo. The other Masters have servants that attend solely to them as well."

"I do recall Hyun-Sik's words from the other day. Something about Hyun-Woo against the idea of you entertaining others."

Your face grows warm and your arm aches as you tense. You don't know how to answer to that and Hoseok notices.

"Am I wrong?"

"N-no. No, you are not wrong. Master Hyun-Woo is," you stop yourself short. How do you say this? How do you speak on him without smearing his name? Everyone knew how Hyun-Woo was with you but with those outside of your home it was different. You bite your lip hard as you think. "Master Hyun-Woo isn't fond of other scents tainting what's his. He's very sensitive to the smell of others."

Well you're not entirely wrong. He wasn't fond of the scent of others if it mingled with yours. For obvious reasons but Lord Hoseok didn't need to know the whole truth.

"I see." The way he speaks is unnerving as you couldn't decipher the meaning behind the way he says his words. "I feel like I can sympathize with the man."

You look up at Hoseok with raised brows. "You can?" Did he have someone back at his estate he felt strongly about like Hyun-Woo did with you?

"I can." He nods. "Our sense of smell is quite delicate. Nothing like the werewolves but it's strong enough to pick up the scents of others. And when they're intermixed with that of our objects of desires in can become quite displeasing."

Objects of desires? Your face flushes. "I think you have the wrong idea about Master Hyun-Woo and myself."

"I think I have the perfect idea. I feel like it's pretty obvious if his reactions from yesterday have anything to say about it."

You flinch as you recall exactly what he's talking about. Hyun-Woo was clearly acting possessive of you and Master Hyun-Sik's words only fueled the acts more.

You sigh. "Sorry."

Hoseok looks down at you with a small frown. "Whatever for?"

"I don't know. My Master isn't always like this." He is.

"Oh I'm sure but it doesn't change the facts about him."

He's right. You don't know why you're so defensive of your Master. Despite what he's put you through, but he's your Master nonetheless and you wish people wouldn't think negatively of him.

"And how do you feel about it, love?"

"Huh?"

"Do you like them possessive?"

Your eyes open wide as a flash of heat takes over your cheeks and ears. What was he truly asking you?

Before you can process his question someone calls out to you.

"Y/N."

Your shoulders tense as they rise up to your ears. You don't want to face the man who calls out to you but you have no choice. You slowly turn around to come face to face with an unreadable Ji-Woon. He expresses no emotion but you know that doesn't mean anything good.

You try to slip your arm from Hoseok's but he holds you firm against him. He isn't helping your case and it begins to worry you further.

As if he just noticed him, Ji-Woon's eyes draw over to Hoseok and he bows. "My Lord."

Lord Hoseok is silent. You look up towards him and you instantly regret it. His eyes are alight with fire as he glares at your elder. It's frightening to look at and you have to wiggle your arm against him to make him look away. He looks to you with embers of that terrifying glare and you try to calm them down to ashes with your soft tone of voice.

"He's the head of servants, Ji-Woon. My boss, essentially."

Hoseok stares at you for a minute more before a smile breaks out across his lips. He then directs it to Ji-Woon as he speaks. "Ah, of course. I think I saw you briefly last night during the feast. It's nice to have a name to a face."

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lord." Ji-Woon bows again. As he draws back up he stares at you again with that unreadable expression. "Y/N shouldn't you be working?"

Your mouth drops open along with your furrowed brows. "I am." The words leave you almost unsure as you look up to Hoseok who has made no move to release you. If anything his grip on you is iron-like especially when you try to pull away from him.

Ji-Woon seems to sense the situation and bows once more to Hoseok before speaking. "My Lord forgive me but this maid has much to attend to today. If it is a tour you are interested in I can give it to you myself or if you would prefer another-"

"That won't be necessary." The words come out harsh and cold. Hoseok seems to look down on Ji-Woon as if his presence was a nuisance to him. It disturbs you and it's then you force your arm out of his grip.

He doesn't react to you nor does he look at you. Your arm hurts from how tight he held it and you massage the limb to relieve it. You stand awkwardly by his side almost as if you're waiting to be dismissed. Neither of the men look at you choosing instead to look between one another and it's leaving goosebumps up and down your arms. Ji-Woon looks unperturbed but Hoseok seems irritated by the elder's presence.

You clear your throat. "I should be headed for the kitchens now." You should but you announce it in hopes it breaks the fierce eye contact being held between the two men.

There's nothing at first but soon after Ji-Woon is the first to break it with a smile directed your way. "Be careful."

You don't know why but his words feel ominous. As if he was telling you to be careful of something more.

Hoseok stares at him for a little longer before directing his sight onto you. Any sort of irritation, anger, or disappointment in his eyes are gone as he stares at you with his radiant smile. The heart shape appearing almost as if to soothe any distress you must be feeling.

"I'll see you later then? You must be busy and I'm taking up your time."

You must be? He knew this but took up your time anyway.

You don't say a word in response but nod with a small hum. You don't want to say anything afraid your voice would shake. Hoseok takes your hum as a good enough answer though as he smiles once again.

He steps away from you and your elder but not without that radiant smile of his being directed towards Ji-Woon's way as well. And it's with that departing smile does he leave in the direction from whence you both came.

You're frozen in your spot confusion and something else licking away at your insides. Lord Hoseok's behavior was disturbing to say the least. In the short amount of time you've come to know him he's been amiable with you. A little pushy in some ways but nothing along the lines of what he's just done. Then again you've never seen him interact with anyone else other than yourself and your Masters. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth and you briefly wonder if his true colors were bleeding through in this short interaction.

Your name is called as Ji-Woon approaches you. He gives you a look and you're quick to defend yourself.

"I told him I was busy but he wanted to join me on my tasks." The words leave you quickly in hopes he'll hear you out.

Ji-Woon sighs. "Is he bothering you?"

Is he bothering you? You don't want to say for sure because it would make you sound ungrateful of the time you've spent together. He isn't harassing you. You don't mind spending time with him but he isn't one to take no for an answer when he should.

"Y/N."

"N-no. It's fine."

"Y/N I need to know. If we need to let the Masters know. I don't want for another occurrence such as that with the Lady of Lumière."

"It won't." The words leave you in a curt manner. "What happened with the Lady was different."

He watches the way you start to close in on yourself and sighs. "I didn't mean any harm. I just-"

"I know." Your words are softer now. "I know."

Ji-Woon looks you over before looking in the direction Hoseok had left and back. He walks up to you, his hand raising for a moment as if to rest it on your shoulder. He doesn't though and hangs it back by his side. His lips part to speak but you're faster.

"I should get going."

He purses his lips with a nod. It's as you turn to leave does he sigh. It's audible to you but just barely as your feet pad down the hall.

You hated this. How at just the mere mention of her - how your body tenses and your mood turns sour. You know Ji-Woon is looking out for you but Hoseok isn't like her. If he was you would've been bitten and bleeding the second he saw you.

You slow to a stop outside of the kitchens and rub your face. You'll have to apologize to him later. You didn't mean to snap the way you did. And when given the chance you'll apologize to Lord Hoseok for your time spent together ending the way it did as well.

The doors to the kitchen open suddenly and you have to jump out of the way to avoid getting hit. Hana gasps as she sees you a hand to her mouth.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know you were there."

"No, no it's my fault. I shouldn't have been standing here like an idiot." You give her a tired smile.

You both stand about awkwardly before a bright smile overtakes her round face. "Did you eat the food yesterday?"

"I did! It was wonderful, thank you." You pause a moment before cursing. "But I forgot about the dishes in my room."

Hana shakes her head. "It's okay! I have to go back to my room to get something anyway. If you're okay with it I can go to your room and retrieve them."

There are very few people you trust to go into your room without you and Hana is one of them. So it's without a second guess do you nod with a small "Okay."

She smiles and her cheeks puff from how hard she does so. She excuses herself and you step out of her way.

You take one more deep breath before entering the kitchen where two other maids and a servant work. They're working on tonight's dinner. Another feast that would require time so they start on it early. You excuse yourself as you get to work. It seems it's just you and, presumably, Hana that has cleaning duties in the kitchen. You work in silence even when your friend returns. The faster you get the work done the better. You work well together. Rarely getting in the other's way. At some point you ask her what her next task is and are a little disappointed to know it isn't the dining area like you.

You check your watch and see that it's nearing 2 PM. Soon Master Hyun-Woo would be awake. Unless he already is.

You give pause after putting the things you used to clean the kitchen away in the cabinets.

You have no reason to see him but you wonder if you will. Especially now that he's had his frenzy feeding, you'd more than likely not be needed for a while. It doesn't stop him from asking for you from time to time. Like early yesterday. Would he ask for you now? After what happened last night?

You shake your head. You don't want to think about that now.

Tapping your fingers against your sides, you step out of the kitchen and into the dining area where other maids are at work. You fall in line with them and you go back to your usual silence.

Normally it's like this. No one says much to avoid being reprimanded if they get caught by Ji-Woon or Dam-bi, the head servant of the campus out back. Not many know how to multi-task and are then often seen slouching about having a bit of gossip instead of working. It doesn't stop some from talking. Even as you work on the dining table you can hear hushed whispers just behind your back. You don't understand much but for some reason you're feeling a little paranoid. Enough so to think they're talking about you. About what you're not sure but you recall what Ji-Woon said about there being gossip on you and Hoseok being seen together.

Your teeth grind together at the memory. Why couldn't people mind their own business? You wipe the dining table faster and harder as your mood slowly drops. The marble gleaming under every vigorous swipe.

It's not the first time word had spread about you. The other time was when news got out you had triggered Hyun-Woo's frenzy. You remember flushing red from head to toe at the gossip. You were confronted by Leanna about it. She didn't mean any harm. As one of his carers during his frenzy she seemed more concerned for you than anything. It takes a lot to trigger something like that and whatever you did - you couldn't bring yourself to admit how - was enough to do so. He wasn't even due for a frenzy feeding either so when servants witnessed their Master escaping your room in a hurry, eyes iced and bleeding, it was enough for gossip to be born.

You move across the lengthy table, wiping down whatever you could reach as the whispers behind you began to die down. They shushed between each other before you heard someone snapping their fingers in your direction.

You flinched to each snap and was surprised to see it was Master Hyung-Won doing it.

"You," he points to you. "What are you doing? Why are you here?"

Your lips part and close in confusion. "Doing my job, Master."

"No." He shakes his head. "No, no you're supposed to be in your room. The guests will be making their way down here soon. You're not supposed to be out."

Not supposed to be out as if you were an animal. And were you really supposed to be in your room? Again? Your presence has already been made known to the Bangtan Lords. It shouldn't matter if you're out attending to your duties.

Hyung-Won snatches the rag from your hands and you nearly yelp at the speed. "If there's one thing I can't stand dealing with its my brother's temper. Go Y/N before you have to deal with mine."

No one dares to make a sound as you depart from your frantic Master. He leaves no room for argument. Even then he isn't Hyun-Woo. You can't talk back to him. Despite the silence it doesn't stop the embarrassment from washing over you. You could already imagine the things that would be said about you.

You wipe your hands on your pants as you make your way out and through the halls. It shouldn't matter now why you were out but you'll deal with it. You had no choice unless... Unless you convinced Master Hyun-Woo otherwise. You bite your lip in thought. Why shouldn't you confront him? You had to see one another at some point again anyway despite what had occurred the night before.

You take in a deep breath to prepare before nodding to yourself. You'll go see him.

Stepping around a maid in crossing, with a little more pep in your step you make your way up to your Master. You're nervous to see him again and he'll know by the way your heart beats erratically but you needed to speak with him. He needed to know that you wanted to work. You couldn't stand being locked up in your room yet again over his jealousy. You'd have to come to a compromise wouldn't you?

You shake your head. You'll get to that when the time comes. Right now you had to stop psyching yourself out and knock on his door you now stood before.

Your lip is bitten raw before you finally raise your fist and bring it down to his door. The first knock is soft and if it weren't for the fact that he's a vampire you doubt he would have heard it. Still you do it again louder this time and wait with baited breath.

There isn't an answer. You look at your watch and doubt he's left his room already. But what if he did? you question yourself as you go to knock again, but still no answer. You sigh when silence is all that greets you. You're about to give up and walk away when the door opens by the slightest bit. Your eyes widen and your heart beat escalates dramatically.

You're met by a sliver of Hyun-Woo's face as he timidly looks out.

"You came." His words are soft and layered with confusion and disbelief.

All of the words you wanted to say leave you at this point. A cold sweat takes over your body and you have to shove your hands into your pockets when they begin to tremble. You swallow hard before nodding.

Hyun-Woo looks down for a moment as he's consumed by his thoughts. He's like this for a moment more before he opens the door wider. "Come in."

It was now or never. It didn't stop the shake in your legs as you made your way in. You berate yourself. Tell yourself to keep it together because last night that wasn't your Master. Was it? The timid man before you wasn't him either.

Hyun-Woo closes the door behind you before scurrying off in the direction of his vanity where he leans back against it. He watches you. Watches the way you struggle to get the words out. He feels horrible and you can tell just by the look on his face.

"Last night," you start. "That wasn't you."

Hyun-Woo's brows furrow. "But it was." His words are like a hushed whisper.

You shake your head. "It was but it wasn't. You," you struggle to get the words out. "You wouldn't have done that to me if it wasn't because something triggered you."

"Who are you trying to convince here?"

His words give you pause. You slowly blink as you get a hold of your erratic heartbeat he can so clearly hear.

You ignore his question. Instead speaking out one of your own. "What triggered you?"

Hyun-Woo is silent before he looks off towards the side. His brows that were once furrowed with sorrow are now furrowed in slight agitation. He doesn't answer. Choosing to grind his teeth together instead.

You watch the way his jaw clenches and unclenches and you sigh. "Fine. But tell me that wasn't you."

He looks back your way and you can see the gears going in his mind. A million thoughts flit behind his eyes none made aloud to you. Instead he watches you - his brave, brave girl. He watches you before he answers.

"And if it was?"

You swallow hard and your nostrils flare. "It wasn't."

Hyun-Woo closes his eyes in silent defeat. His arms are crossed and it's what's keeping him upright and protected right now. His lips part softly before he answers you. "Then it wasn't me."

A feeling of relief floods you at his words. He can physically tell you're not on edge anymore and it does something to his heart.

"Is that all?"

His question stumps you for a moment before you recall the real reason on why you came here.

"Master Hyung-Won scolded me."

Hyun-Woo frowns and he straightens from where he stands. "Why?"

Your fingers wiggle in your pockets a little. "He didn't like that I was cleaning the dining area. Said he didn't like dealing with your temper."

He frowns further before the realization behind what you mean washes over him. "You should've been in your room," he sighs.

"But they've already seen my face and nothing bad has happened. I'm okay." It's like you're pleading to the wall because he shakes his head before you even finish the sentence.

"It doesn't matter, Y/N."

"But-"

"No buts. Don't make me punish you."

The empty threat still gives you pause. The images from last night rearing their ugly head. He seems to notice how your reaction has shifted into something less pleasant and he curses to himself.

"Not like that." He frowns as he makes his way over to you. "Please know I don't mean it like that."

Hyun-Woo stands before you. His arms uncross and he hesitantly places his hands on your arms. He can feel the way you tense at first before loosening under his touch.

"I just," you sigh. "I don't want to be alone."

He watches you for a long moment. You watch him as well. Watch as a series of emotions runs across his face before his nose scrunches. He sniffs once, twice, then a third time closer to you. He pulls back and an irritated look overtakes his face.

"Why do you smell like Hoseok?"

Your face drops and you're left speechless. You forgot vampires have sensitive noses.

"Y/N." He clenches his teeth.

"I ran into him earlier but I swear," He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I swear nothing happened Hyun-Woo."

He sighs. "What did he do to you? What did he say?"

Should you tell him the truth? You doubt he'll like a single bit about it so you do the one thing you hope you can get away with: you lie.

"We just bumped into each other. I apologized and he said it was okay. I promise nothing else happened."

Hyun-Woo watches over your face. At the way you try and lie to him. Hoseok's scent is too strong for it to have been a mere "bump." It angers him but he tries to not let it get to him. You clearly wanted to keep the peace and if that's what you wanted he'll give it to you. For a price.

"Fine."

You raise a brow. "Fine what?"

"Fine. I believe you."

Your other brow joins the raised one before you give a soft smile. He believed you. You felt at ease.

"And I'll let you work tonight."

Your smile drops as something unreadable takes over his expression.

"You can work but only for me. You wait on only me. Your eyes on me and no one else. Understood?"

Your lips part open and close as your words slowly come to you. "I-I've never had to wait on any of you. What if I mess up? I can just work in the kitchen like I normally do."

"No." He nearly cuts you off. "You'll wait on me. Again, am I understood?"

You're nervous and it's beginning to show. The way he looks at you unreadable and his one hand curling deeper into your arm. He's like an unmovable force and you're beginning to regret coming here. You swallow deeply and do the only thing you can which is to nod. Hyun-Woo nods along with you with a barely there smile.

"Good. Now I need you to shower. Get. His. Stench. Off of you." He says each word with a clench to his teeth.

You know that means you have to shower and wear your last remaining uniform before you need to have your things washed. You nod again, almost hesitant this time before you part your lips to speak. "Yes, Master."

[joanquill]

Hello. I was honestly so happy when I found someone writing about Moriarty the Patriot! Your writing is wonderful and I hope you continue 💗💗. Can we have prompt 26 with the Moriarty group (maybe even Sherlock?) Thank you!

"Yep. We're lost. In the fucking woods."

Moriarty Gang & Sherlock Holmes

A/N: Thank you so much!! I wasn't sure if you wanted platonic or romantic, so it became kind of a harem but not really ^^"

Warning/s: Profanity

"Welp," you threw your arms in the air as you looked around, Master Jack standing beside you with a worried smile.

The carriage you were previously on was on the ground, lying on its side with a wheel missing, and its headlights were your only light source.

Albert, William, and Louis were on the ground, Fred and Bonde landed on some bushes, Moran hit his back on a tree, and Sherlock landed on a branch.

"Yep," you sighed, reaching your hands to Sherlock as you pulled him out of the branch while Master Jack helped the brothers.

"We're lost," you helped Moran up to his feet, making him groan in pain.

"In the fucking woods," you bit your thumb, feeling anxiety bubble inside you as you pulled Bonde and Fred out of the bushes.

"And at night...!" you breathed out, covering your face with your hands as you dropped to your knees.

"Now, now, Young (Y/N)," Master Jack knelt beside you, patting your head, "Don't be so negative,"

"Yeah, (N/N)!" Bonde chirped as he hugged you reassuringly, rubbing your back.

"I'm sure we'll find our way back," he added as Fred patted your head with a nod.

"What's the big deal...?" Sherlock grumbled as he pulled twigs out of his hair.

"Spending the night in the woods is not exactly part of-" you hissed as you tried to stand up, seeing your leg covered in thorns and cuts.

As you saw the blood dripping, the pain started to seep in, making you inhale through your teeth.

Sherlock furrowed his brows as he approached you, seeing the scrapes.

"You idiot! Why didn't you say anything!?"

"I didn't know!"

"What's wrong?" William asked as everyone saw your wounds.

William frowned at the sight, "Is anyone else injured?" he turned to the others, making them shake their heads.

Sherlock sighed as he lifted you, catching everyone by surprise.

"What are you-"

"-Would you rather walk around with a wounded leg?" Sherlock asked, making you quiet.

"Thought so," he sighed, looking back to William and the others.

"Let's just get back as soon as possible,"

As your group made its way through the woods, you would hear skittering in the dark, making you hold onto Sherlock.

"Will you calm down!?"

"I'm sorry, okay!?" you shouted back, making him sigh.

"What's gotten you so skittish, anyway?"

You frowned as you thought of your answer.

"...I was reading a horror novel on the way here,"

Sherlock stifled a laugh as his arms softened, making you grab onto him.

"Sherlock!" you shouted, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"S-Sorry," he apologized, trying to hold back his laugh and hold you up.

"Let's just get going," Moran grumbled as he grabbed you, lifting you on his shoulders.

"Hey!"

"Mr. Holmes seemed to be tired from carrying you," he answered, looking back at Sherlock, "So I thought of helping him lighten the load,"

"Load?" you repeated, furrowing your brows at him.

"I'm doing fine, but thanks," Sherlock reassured, but Moran kept a tight hold on you.

"Take a breather," Moran bounced you slightly, making you squeal and punch his arm, "I'm sure carrying (Y/N) must be hard," Moran smiled, carrying you up to the front.

Master Jack sighed as he followed behind Moran.

"Don't I get a say in this?" you asked Master Jack, making him chuckle.

"On behalf of these boys, allow me to apologize…" he whispered, seeing the other men become quiet as they glanced at each other.

[lacheri]

Hi cheri,

I wanna hurt so 25 + 31 for the prompt? 👉🏽👈🏽💛

-🌻💛🌼

order up!!! the angst is hot be careful touching the plate!! (shoutout to the master of angst @astridthevalkyrie for lending me her evil on this one! you're the worst astrid! <3)

cw: pain, suffering, forlorning, sorrow, Levi is a crestfallen chap, he's also a fucking moron, a stupid reason for a break up, hashtag Levi get a grip, mention of cheating (no actual cheating was done), mention of a dead parent, minors/ageless blogs dni!

wc: 1.4k

prompt event: taking requests until midnight est! <3

25. It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…” + 31. thank you for being in my life

Levi really shouldn’t be out this late. It’s raining for one; Seemingly infinite water drops ricochet against his windshield, the sound deafening in the complete silence of his car. He’s also feeling profoundly empty, not a thought floating around in his head or a goal in mind. He’s just sitting here in this vacant parking lot in the middle of a thunderstorm, staring mindlessly at a flickering street lamp off in the distance.

Erwin told him he should get out more and try to regain some form of normalcy. This probably wasn’t what he had in mind, but then again, Levi is at the very least trying. Which happens to be a lot more than what he was doing before, glazed eyes glued to the blue static of his living room television.

Maybe it’s not much of a difference after all, but he did get out of his stuffy one bedroom apartment. It lacks the abundance of furniture, or any sign of personalization, but it’s a place to sleep, so there’s no need to make it comfortable. It’s not his home. It’s not supposed to be his responsibility to make it that either.

It’s out of habit that he reaches into his pocket, digging out his wallet. Levi doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he’s flipping the leather open, thumbing over the laminated pocket inside. There’s an oval in the center, allowing the photograph behind the plastic to breathe, and he’s sure there’s permanent damage in that exposed paper from the skin he routinely swipes over. 

It’s been one year, six months, and thirteen days since Levi has last seen you. Your picture in his wallet gives him the illusion that you’re still around, still smiling just as sweetly as you are in his pocket, just waiting for him to come home, his real home. 

And on nights like this, when Levi is feeling exceptionally devoid of all feeling, he tugs that photo out of the laminate and holds it mere inches from his eyes. He inspects it thoroughly — the one strand of hair straying away from your face, your eyes crinkled and half lidded, your teeth glistening in that goofy smile of yours, stuck forever in the middle of heart warming laughter. God, the way you would light up a room, utterly remarkable. You were so bright, so warm and full of life and love and — Levi would give anything to hear that obnoxious laugh of yours again.

Maybe he likes to stare at this particular picture because it reminds him of how he left you. How couldn’t it? With those glittering eyes full of tears, your lips made up in a deep frown, the devastating heartbreak painted across your features, the polar opposite of your photo. 

Levi didn’t deserve you then and he certainly does not deserve you now. Not your smiles, not your tears, not your existence in his life. His palm flips over, running his knuckles gently across your cheek. Oh how he loved you, how he still loves you. 

But oh how he had told you he didn’t anymore.

“What do you mean?” You had asked so quietly, so softly. “What happened?”

Levi realized he was holding you back, that’s what. “I’m sorry.”

“Levi,” you pleaded, your pretty eyes becoming puffier and bigger by each passing moment. “We can talk, please, can we please talk?”

He hates himself, you should too. “I already packed my things, I signed a lease on another apartment. I’ll make this as easy as I can, for both of us. It’ll be like I never existed.”

You had laughed in his face then, not one of humor, but one of disbelief, “What do you fucking mean you’ll make this easy? I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Do it. Say it. End it. “I don’t love you anymore. I haven’t for a long time.”

The floor disappeared beneath his feet, the earth ready to swallow him whole, but time left him suspended, frozen in midair. Your fluttering lashes and shallow breaths were the only movements he could see, the edges of his sight turning black and he stared on in horror. Unblinking, he stared, drinking in as much of this sight as he could. He deserved it, deserved to see destruction he had single-handedly caused. 

But then you sniffled, hope bleeding into your wobbling irises, “Do you think we work this out? We could go to counseling, talk about our problems, fix this, whatever. I’ll do whatever I have to do, just, please, please tell me you won’t leave.”

“There’s nothing you can do. It’s how I feel. I can’t make myself feel something that isn’t there.” 

“Is there someone else?” You sounded so broken, clinging onto the last shred of sanity you possessed, trying to find reason in the madness.

He lied for the second time, whatever would make you give up on convincing him to stay, “Yes.”

The noise you released was gut wrenching, a wail so harrowing it permanently scarred Levi. It was the last time he felt an emotion so strongly, so overwhelmingly, he nearly fell to his knees and confessed the real reason as to why he was leaving you.

You weren’t seeing your friends anymore. If you weren’t working, mulling over a job you adored, you were spending every moment at Levi’s side. You had been offered a promotion, but it came with the cost of giving up on the life you had with him, the home you’d built together. Levi didn’t particularly love his own career, but he wouldn’t be able to leave this place. Not unless Erwin and Hange were packing up alongside the two of you, not unless he could pick up his mother’s grave and find a nice patch of soil in a promising new city for her remains. It’d be too selfish to ask you to give up on your dream, especially on him.

Levi is selfish and narcissistic and all the awful, terrible things you’d called him in that moment. He deserved every insult, every venomous snarl from your beautiful mouth. After you were done, shaking with sobs and hugging your body so tightly he could see the bones in your knuckles, he left, swearing to himself he would never love again if this is what love truly looked like.

The next, and final, time he saw you, you weren’t as unkind. He despised it, how sweet you had acted towards him. Helping him pack the rest of his things, offering to cook him lunch or brew a cup of tea before he headed out, politely nodding when he had declined.

“Sorry,” you had giggled softly, rubbing your palm over your opposing forearm. “I’m just trying to make an excuse to get you to stay longer.”

How many times is he going to have to break your heart in order to let him go? “It’s not a good idea, you know that.”

“I know, but,” you casted your gaze down to the floorboards, still holding onto your arm. “It hurts.”

In a lapse of cognisant thought, stupidly assuming you were referring to your arm, he asked, “What?”

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you,” your smile was so sweet, so sad, so defeated. “All I want to do is try and convince you to work this out, to work us out.”

“Are you going to?” He might’ve let you if you tried one last time. “Try?”

You shook your head slowly, your voice a whisper in the wind, “No.”

Levi’s hold tightens on your photograph. It was what he wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted you to be free of his shackles and chains, and he got it. Was it worth the cost? Maybe, maybe not. Levi doesn’t like to think much about anything these days.

He dares himself to flip the picture over, to stare at the back of the paper in his hand, to dig himself deeper into this pit of nothingness he exists in. Torture yourself a bit more, Levi insists to himself. Go numb. Do it.

In your messy writing, black sharpie swirling together, a message — Happy birthday Levi! Thank you for being in my life. I hope you like the wallet. I put this picture in here so you have me wherever you go! I love you handsome!

You ended up taking that promotion in the end. You moved away about a couple of months ago to that propitious new city, that glimmering new life, leaving Levi behind. Just as if he had never existed, just like he wanted.

Levi’s stare is vacant as he takes your photo in between his fingers and rips your smile in half. He rolls down his window and discards the shreds into the rain, turns the key in the ignition, and tries his hardest not to feel a single thing as he drives away.

LACHERI © 2022: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

[mochiswifey]

ARRANGE MARRIAGE *MDNI*

^Repost from other account. Ending Added.^

CW; JUST CRACK AND SADNESS, YANDERE

Make Believe.

~Sanzu's Part~

1

You were just a sweet innocent girl who was sheltered from the violent world. You were naive and delicate when you met him and was deceived by his poison laced lies.

You were hesitant to trust him but slowly you fell in love until you could no longer think about anything else other than him. You always ran to him as soon as you heard the door open and you wrapped your innocent arms around his waist loving the way he feels.

It was a great illusion until the day you opened the door to an unknown woman. Taller and more mature than you are. Red lips and dark eyelashes. The givenchy dress that your husband gifted her hugged her figure perfectly. She’s someone who could take any man she wants but she took yours who made you feel alive and free for the first time in your life.

“Who are you?” You asked confused. She smirks and handed you an envelope containing her ultrasound and a video tape of her spending a wild night with the husband whom you’ve loved so much.

You went out of the house with your heart shattered to pieces and once you got back your belongings are moved from the master’s bedroom to the maids headquarters.

You entered the house and you could hear them moaning confessing their love for each other. From that day you stayed silent. You watch your husband shower her with love while she made you feel like trash.

That was 7 years ago. And now you grew cold and accustomed to the dangerous and disgusting life you have. You no longer wished to be wrapped around his arms and found someone else who cherishes you.

“Hey. If you cut off my foot would I feel pain? ‘Cause like my foot is cut off.” You squint your eyes to your boyfriend. He’s a whooping 6ft 4 half Brazilian a quarter Russian and Japanese and he looks intimidating as hell with his big body and tattooes not to mention the scar between his eyes down to his lips. But he’s just a big dummy on the inside always asking you dumb questions.

“Baby, you graduated with me on Harvard yet you ask stupid questions.”

“I studied law not medicine.” He says pulling your hand kissing it. You blushed and sighed. Sanzu cheating on you was the best thing that happened to your life.

You were able to study in Harvard and meet your boyfriend. You look at him and admired his beautiful face. He’s the man who made you realized that it wasn’t you who was at fault.

“When will you marry me?” He asked you and you were taken aback. He knows about Sanzu but-

“I can just kill him you know.” You nervously laughed and leaned on his shoulder never letting his hand go.

“You’ll start a war.”

“I don’t care. Can’t believe that bitch hasn’t overdosed yet.” You laugh and rolled your eyes. It sure as hell would be a good scene to see.

“Oh, I forgot I want to give you something.” You reached for your coat’s pocket and tried to pull out the watch you’ve brought for him but it was nowhere to be found. You cursed remembering that you hid it under your bed back at the house you never really go home to.

“Fucking hell, why did I hid that there.” You mutter to yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Your boyfriend asked you and you shake your head softly before returning it to his shoulder.

“Nothing, I’ll give it to you tomorrow.” He hummed and the two of you proceeded to go to his house where you two made love. He is different from your husband. He handles you with care afraid to break you. He looks at you with so much adoration and from his eyes you could tell that he’ll never betray you. After he fell asleep you changed and decide to go back to your “house” not too far away from his.

As you parked your boyfriend’s car in front of the place you hate you noticed that all of the lights are on and the maids stood outside of the house shivering from the coldness.

Some of them plastered frustration on their faces while the others looked quite pleased. You went out of the car and went to the maid who cared for you the most when you were experiencing pain from your husband and his mistress.

“What’s happening?” You asked and she held your face and smiled.

“Your husband found out that he wasn’t the father of the brat.” You chuckled. You somehow thought of it in the back of your mind.

“And that’s the tea.”

“That was a great tea. Thank you.” You smiled wildly before going to the house. The furnitures are destroyed and everything is a mess. Sanzu and his mistress were nowhere to be seen.

Shit, I would’ve like to have seen the chaos.

You went to your room and took the watch before heading out ready to go back to your boyfriend. You smile as you look at the watch you bought him. It was a rare watch and you bid a million to get it. Money wasn’t a problem for you or for your boyfriend so maybe just maybe you could just fake your own death and be with your loving boyfriend. Away from everyone.

This will look good on him.

As you stepped in the living room you hear coughing and your eyes went to Sanzu. He was laying on the floor with a bottle of whiskey on his hand and pills scattered around the floor. You cringe at yourself for liking him in the past. He’s a hardcore addict. Skinny and looks like the Jack? From the nightmare before Christmas. Or is it Jonny? You don’t know and you don’t care.

Ew. Is that snot running down his fucking nose?

“Wife.” He says tiredly his eyes barely open before taking a sip of his liquor. You ignored him and proceeded on your way but he then started to crawl towards you on a fast pace.

“EW! Stay back disgusting piece of shit!” You yelled as you jumped and dash towards the door. You felt like you’re being chased by pennywise and your heart was pounding in your chest. You slam the door close and immediately went to your boyfriend’s car. You sighed thinking you’re safe but a scream escape your mouth when you saw him on your window banging.

“Wife! Let’s talk! Please!”

“Holy FUCK!” You yelled scared but your fear soon turned into amusement. You called your boyfriend as Sanzu kept pulling on the door like the crazy maniac he is. His suit is covered with cocaine and he smelled like a fucking hobo.

“Baby where are you?” You almost moaned when you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“Pinky got wrecked. His mistress cheated.” You laughed and your boyfriend from the other line went quiet before laughing with you. You turned on the camera and showed Sanzu. His eyes widen and started banging on the door harder. He was enraged to see the gorgeous man on the screen.

“Baby. He looks like RONALD THE FUCKING MCDONALD HOLY SHIT!!!” You and your boyfriend laughed together until Sanzu went away only to return with a rock on his hand.

“Shit.” You panicked and immediately started the car and drove off.

“That motherfucker is crazy as fuck.” You sighed relief that you got away from him. You look at the rear mirror to see him jumping around pulling on his fried hair yelling at the maids.

“What a fucking loser.”

“SHIT! WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING?! CHASE MY FUCKING WIFE!” Sanzu yelled to the maids like they could fucking outrun your boyfriend’s Ferrari. He threw the rock on the wall and yelled profanities until he passed out.

2

“B-baby hey how are you!” Sanzu appeared out of nowhere and knelt in front of you. You were patiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive at the cake shop you two always ate at and was quite happy until he ruined your day. The customers around got creeped out and asked to be moved leaving the two of you almost alone.

“Holy mother of fucking Satan. How the hell did you found me?” You threw your hands on the air agitated at his present. His hair dry, suit stained with god knows what and his under eyes that never had eye bags has it now.

“Look, lemme explain okay? I was fooled! She told she’s pregnant and the brat I thought he’s mine that’s why I left you but you know that I love you right?” He says wide eyed rubbing his hands together as he moves closer to you.

“Look, Haruchiyo-“

“No, don’t say that. I’m your Haru remember? I’m still your Haru.”

“Who the fook is this guy?” You laughed as your boyfriend impersonates Connor Mcgregor’s Iconic line. You stood up and went to hug your boyfriend leaving Sanzu on his knees to turn around just to see you in the arms of a foreigner taller than him.

“Who’s this guy baby?” You cringed at his words. He acts like he’s done nothing to you. He acts like he didn’t make you cry for months on end. And it makes you angry.

“Baby, Ass cheeks. You’re married to this…. Damn. You don’t deserve to be tied to this- Surprised this guy didn’t get sued for plagiarizing Joker. I’m actually a lawyer so give me a call-“ Sanzu stood up and swung at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend pushed you away and he took a hit from Sanzu which didn’t seem to have affected him. You groan after hitting the table and falling to the ground. Your boyfriend didn’t bother to take a hit and immediately went to you.

“H-Hey, baby. I’m sorry.” Sanzu apologize as he tried to help you up. You pushed him away and your boyfriend lifted you from the ground.

“Sanzu! Why can’t you let me be! I never said a word when you were with your mistress! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE HOW YOU MADE ME FEEL!” You started yelling at him. Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist and you buried your face on his chest.

“You moved my things on the fucking maids headquarters, you made her do whatever she wanted to do. You fucked her in the bedroom we were supposed to be together. You never celebrated my birthday or anything with me! You let me go to America and we haven’t talked for years and now that I’ve found someone that I love and that truly loves me you’re just gonna ruin it because your whore fucking fooled you? SHUT YOUR SHIT! I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

Sanzu was speechless. He hates that you are yelling at him while you’re in another man’s arms. It’s stupid. He knows. He’s a hypocrite, he knows. But he just wants you back. He forgot about you. It’s true. But why can’t he have you back now that he’s ready to love you again.

“You don’t know anything that I’ve been through. I hate that I fell for your lies and I hate that you’re trying to say that you still love me when clearly you never did. Because if you did. You would’ve never cheated on me. I was fucking 17! And I was in the same house as your fucking mistress! I questioned everything about me and blamed myself for your fucking faults!”

What did I do wrong? Was I too fat? Too childish? Immature? Dumb? Maybe it’s my stretch marks? The way I speak? Myself?

“I questioned everything and I was going insane! I went fucking insane.” You cried and poured all of your bottled emotion to the mad dog who doesn’t understand the concept of love. You burried your face on your boyfriends neck and he knew it was time to leave.

You did everything you wanted and threw me under the fucking bus. And now you want to take away my happiness?

Sanzu sat down on the chair you were sitting earlier and sipped on your half finished coffee.

If only he died you will surely come back to me.

SANZU VS YOUR BF (CHRISTIANO)

3

Soft breathings. You smile as you watch your boyfriend sleep. He’s not a saint and is quite ruthless but with you he’s always so gentle, scared to hurt you. Unlike your husband but when you’re in love you never really notice the other person’s flaws. You only realized that he wasn’t the best you’ve had when you met your boyfriend. He only cared about his pleasure and never thought about yours.

Never really remember anything about you and makes it your fault whenever you're mad at him. Gaslighter. Manipulator. Murderer and Cheater that’s what your husband is.

So, it really puzzled you how you fell in love with that kind of man.

Weeks turned to months and Sanzu never tried to approached you. Maybe he went back to his mistress. You don’t care. You’ll never care. Specially when you’re carrying the child of the man you love the most. You’re terrified to tell him but you know he’ll be as happy as you are.

“Babe? Are you okay?” Your boyfriend ask you as the two of you take a sit on a park bench after a long evening walk.

“I have something to tell you.” The winds intensified and he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulder. “Yeah?” “I’m pregnant….” “Bitch what?” You laughed as his mouth remained wide open. “Baby, you gonna be a daddy.” He didn’t spoke for a few seconds and you got scared but relief washed over you when he pulled you for a hug. “If you say sike we are going to be done.” He says as he shower your face with kisses. You laugh and tapped on his shoulder trying to calm him down. “I’m really pregnant. 2 months.” He pinched your face before kissing you deeply and started screaming that he’s going to be a father. Some passers looked at him like he’s a weirdo and some congratulated the two of you.

Your life was blissful until one day when you went out alone to go baby shopping…. “Excuse me miss, orange is a gender neutral color right? We don’t wanna know the babies gender until they are born-“ You were with a shop clerk until you noticed that she was gone. “Long time no see.” Sanzu appears well dressed and intact. You stepped back and immediately guarded your stomach. He laughs in disbelief. You tried to use the clothing rack to guard yourself from him but he easily pushed it away. “You’re pregnant? I don’t remember making love to my wife.” Calm. He’s calm but beyond that is a sinister man. A dangerous man that could harm you anytime. “Haruchiyo stop. Don’t hurt my baby.” He steps closer to you every step he took made you closer to death. He then knelt in front of you and pressed his ear on your stomach. “Hello baby, it’s daddy.” Your eyes flickers as panic eats you. Your shoulder starts to shiver and your mouth dries. So dry like you’ve been walking in a dry land for miles on ends. He’s delusional. Delusional and lonely. You can feel how he longs for love. Love that he doesn’t deserve nor know. “Have you been taking good care of my child?” He asked you standing up and wrapping his arms around you gently hugging you. “H-haruchiyo-“ “It’s fucking Haru.” He snapped for a moment before caressing your face turning his facade sweetness again. “I-i I need to go.” You look up to his dead eyes. “Are you tired? I was hoping to take you around baby shopping-“

I can easily escape outside rather than be grounded on his house.

“H-Haru….”

“Fuck, baby say that again. You make daddy happy.” He moaned before parting your lips with his thumb.

“Haru."

“Good girl.”

Shit, Christiano should’ve listened to you babe.

“Try to escape and I’ll pull my baby myself out of you today, got it?” He pressed his cheeks to yours and whispered to your ear. You nodded not wanting to harm your child.

“Great. That’s how I like you. Obedient and a good fucking girl. Just like the old days. When you greet me with your smile and wrap your hands around me. Don’t forget the nights when you let me fuck you dumb. It’ll be back soon baby.” He kissed your forehead and you try your hardest not flinch under his disgusting touch.

He held your hand and pulled you out of the store and dragged you inside his car. He sat you down and passen your seatbelt. 13 men surrounds you making it hard to escape. You soothes your nerves by thinking of your boyfriend and the dreams you two have.

“Kiss me.” He says and you complied. He wrapped his hand around your throat and he pushed his tongue in your mouth before starting to devour your lips like a hungry dog. He was too rough. He didn’t let you breathe and only stopped his harassment when you were tapping uncontrollably on his thighs begging him to stop.

This will end soon. This is just a quick nightmare.

“I should’ve been smarter. I should’ve picked you instead of her. Fuck. You’re so addicting.”

“W-what happened to her and her child?” He smiled sinisterly before returning to his seat.

“Kids organs are high on demands, hate to admit it but the slut has a great pussy so….” He trails off before leaning to you and giving you a peck on the lips.

“They deserve it, plus. The maids told me she was a bitch to you so it’s a good payback don’t you think?”

“Haru, what will happen to me and to my baby?” You asked him terrified at the future you two have. He signal his driver to start the car before returning his eyes to you.

“Nothing. We’ll just wait until you give birth and fuck like rabbits so you could pop out more babies.”

4 *ENDING*

His touches and kisses it disgust you. But you endure it for your child. Haruchiyo took no chances and instead of the promise of taking you around he got smart for some reason and took you straight to his new house.

Trees surrounds the whole mansion and no one will ever suspect that there's a guarded mansion within the woods.

"Welcome to our new home."

He says as you stare wide eyed to the damn house. You fear everything. You fear everything that's been going.

If only you were more obedient and listened to your boyfriend. Maybe you wouldn't be in the position you're in now. You gulped and turned your head to Haruchiyo who's grininning.

"Haru...."

"Yes? Do you wanna make love to daddy?" His words was like acid rain burning your whole existence.

"I-"

Before you could start gunshot were heard from afar and it immeditely alerted everyone.

"FUCK. How the fuck- B-baby go inside." He panics and pushed you towards one of his most trusted men.

Finally.

You smiled.

The guard dragged you inside the mansion and locked you. You didn't fought and instead started rummaging through everything hoping to find something that will set you free.

You were starting to lose hope and the fear for your boyfriend, and unborn child grew uncontrollably every passing seconds. The gunshots started to come closer and closer until it was heard from inside the house.

Your body froze and wasn't able to move as soon as you heard the door open.

"B-baby...." A new hope ignites within you after hearing the voice you love so much. You turn around and immediately ran to your boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" You look at his body trying to find wounds but miraculously he was unharmed. He tried to smile and calm you with it but the distress was visible.

And it made your heart ache.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't listen to you-" He hushed and kissed you deeply before grabbing your hand tightly dragging you away.

Bodies. Tons of them laid lifeless on the grounds but not Sanzu's. Blood was everywhere. It covered the man and even the woods.

After exiting the house you thought it was over but you were wrong. The ocean of bodies continued to the woods making it hard to ran to.

"C-Christiano- S-"

"Not now baby. We need-"

Two shots rang.

And the two of you stopped running and almost tumbled because of nameless body. Your boyfriend looked down and see blood oozing out of his stomach.

"You're not gonna take her away from me!" Shivers ran down your spine and you turned aroud and saw the devil himself. Almost beaten to death but still refusing to go to hell where he belongs.

"C-Come with me and I'll let him live." He says but rather than demanding it was begging.

Tears ran down your face as you realized the future was no longer as bright as you thought it would be.

"I'm gonna bring you with me." Christiano whispered before he turned around shooting the devil himself.

One.

Two.

Three.

And the third one was for you.

Haruchiyo's eyes widen as he realized he harmed what he wanted to have.

But she'll be with me right? He asked himself desperate for anything but rejection.

As the three of you fell to the cold ground your eyes stayed with the man who has truly showed you love.

"C-chris- I w-want our baby to live..." You whispered to him and he cupped your face giving you a warm smile he's has always given you.

"N-nothing m-matters us..." He had no strenght but pushed himself to say those words.

You touched your stomach and his hand went on top of yours.

You never believed in god but you started hoping that the three of you will be reunited in the afterlife where there's no pain.

"W-we belong together." You mumbled and he nodded.

His eyes never got tired and never showed pain. Even as the sounds started fading and even as both of your eyelids started to get heavy. The two of you showed your love for each other until the end.

Haruchiyo crawled reaching for your hand but even before he got to hold you his breath was taken away from him never reaching you.

He doesn't deserved to reach you.

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A Study in Pink (Final)

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Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Kidnapping, Guns, Murder and Crime, My cringy ass writing because I hadn’t written in a while (I Promise I’m going to edit it)

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When they arrived back at 221B, John and Sherlock were still out of breath. They had decided against taking a taxi back home and instead walked. They are immediately greeted byMrs. Hudson. Her hair was slightly out of place, and she appeared to be extremely stressed. Her eyes began to water. 

Mrs. Hudson, what’s wrong?” Asked John, as he quickly made his way over to her, giving her a hug to help calm her down. 

Mrs Hudson began patting John on the back as she struggled to find the words. “Sherlock, what have you done? They’re all upstairs. Say it’s a drug bust!” By the end, she was practically yelling at him. Immediately John and Sherlock dashed up the stairs. 

Exiting her flat, Y/N rushed towards her aunt. “Auntie M, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Hudson could only point up to 221 B. Deciding that her distressed Aunt was more important than whatever was going on upstairs, she guided Mrs. Hudson back into her apartment. Bringing her over to the sofa, she placed Mrs. Hudson down, wrapping a pink and green hand-knitted blanket around her shoulders. Y/N made her way over to the kitchen where she began heating a cup of tea for her aunt all while Mrs Hudson was nervously chatting about what Sherlock gets up to in his apartment. She cared for Sherlock as if he was her own son. The same went for John. “I tell him that he should stop with all those strange experiments!”

“I’m sure you do Auntie M,” reassured Y/N, handing Mrs. Hudson the steamy cup of herbal tea. Sitting down, Y/N intently listened to her occasionally nodding her head in agreement. Loud footsteps and occasional yelling, mostly done by Sherlock, could be heard from upstairs. It was hard for Y/N to determine what they were saying since the sound was muffled by the walls.  The ringing of the doorbell interrupted Mrs. Hudson’s worried rant and they both rose to answer the call. Y/N, not wanting to disturb her aunt’s calmed state, told her, “I’ll get the door”.  Making her way out of her aunt’s apartment and into the hall she paused trying to see if she could hear the conversation upstairs better. The doorbell rang again, and she turned to open the door. She was greeted by a familiar smiling face of an elder man. 

He slightly pulls down the front of his hat in greeting. “Have we met before Miss?” His smile grows wider. 

Y/N’s eyes widen in realization. Her grip on the door tightens as her jaw clenches. “No… we haven’t.” She shakenly says.

“Righ’ your the American from the airpor’ who turn’d down my offer.” Y/N gulps. “The cab Mr. 'olmes called is here.” He looked down towards his hands and Y/N’s eye followed till it landed on a gun pointed directly at her. “I suggest you get in the car, while we wait for the famous detective to come. It’s quite cold outside.” Y/N shuttered and took in a deep breath. 

Not once breaking eye contact, Y/N called out, “Auntie M, can you tell Sherlock the cab he called is here? I’m going out to make sure the cab doesn’t leave”. 

Mrs. Hudson came out of the apartment with the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders. “Of course, dear.” Y/N slightly closes the door, so her aunt doesn’t see the firearm as she makes her way up to Sherlock’s apartment. Once her aunt was out of sight, she grabbed her jacket from the coat rack and made her way out the door. The man latched onto the arm and pulled her in close so that the gun was pointed directly between her ribs. Y/N winced in pain. Once they reached the car, he opened the door and Y/N stepped inside. 

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“We’ve found Rachel, Sherlock.” States Greg as he straightens his overcoat. 

Sherlock turns towards the man, “Who is she?” 

“She’s Jennifer’s daughter. Well, dead daughter,” He replies, looking quite proud of himself. 

Sherlock frowned, causing his forehead to crease. “Why? Why her deceased daughter’s name?”

Just then, Anderson comes into the room holding the pink suitcase. “We found the case. Even better, we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath.” Anderson turns to Sherlock, giving him a smug smirk. 

Sherlock glared back at Anderson. “I’m not a psychopath. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research, Anderson.” Turning back towards Lestrade he questioned, “How long has the daughter been dead?”

“Dead for 14 years, was stillborn.” Explained Lestrade.

John chimed in with an idea of his. “You said that the victims all took the poison themselves, that he made them take it. Well, maybe he ... I don’t know, talks to them? Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow?”

“That was ages ago, why…” As if a lightbulb went off in Sherlock’s head, “She was clever. Jennifer Wilson was trying to tell us something.” 

Before he could continue, Mrs. Hudson had entered the room explaining to Sherlock that his taxi was there, and that Y/N was waiting in the taxi for him. “I didn’t order a taxi, Mrs. Hudson. You can tell Y/N to let it leave.”

“But Sherlock,” pleaded Mrs. Hudson.

“Shut up, everybody, shut up! Don’t move, don't speak, don’t breathe. I’m trying to think.” Sherlock brought his hands to the sides of his face and began to rub his temples. “Anderson, turn the other way. You’re putting me off.” Anderson was about to snap back at him, but Lestrade shot him a glare. Like a puppy with its tail between its legs, he complied with Sherlock’s wishes. A few minutes passed by in silence. Then Sherlock began to smile. “Ah! Clever! She was cleverer than you lot and she’s dead. She planted her phone on him. Planted her phone on the killer.” He began pacing around the room, occasionally stopping in random places. “She knew she was going to die, so she left us a clue to her killer.” Everyone in the room shared a look of confusion, none of them having the courage to ask. Sherlock noticed this and continued. “Rachel!” Lestrade looked at John for some answers but found none. John was just as clueless as everyone else. “Rachel is not a name,” Sherlock explained. “John, there's an email address on the luggage label.”

 John goes over to the luggage and reads it aloud. “jennie . pink @ mephone . org . uk”. Sherlock nods, pulling out his computer and opening the Mephone website, and begins typing the email in. John comes up behind him as Sherlock is about to type in the password. “It’s Rachel, isn’t it?” inquires John. Sherlock nods.

Scoffing Anderson remarked, “So we can read her emails, impressive Sherlock.”

Not taking his eyes off of the screen, Sherlock retorted, “Anderson, don’t talk out loud. You’ll lower the I.Q of the whole street.” Then looking towards Lestrade as he began to explain, “We can track the GPS on her phone. She’s led us right to her killer.” Pressing some buttons he continued, trying to track the phone. 

“Sherlock, dear. Y/N…”

“Mrs. Hudson, isn’t time for you to take your hip soothers?”

When the computer finally loads the location of the phone Sherlock and John can’t help but be confused. “How can it be here?” mutters Sherlock. He stands out of the chair and begins pacing the room again. Discussion between John and Lestrade occurs, but Sherlock zones them out. “Who do we trust, even if we don’t know them?” muttered Sherlock. Glancing out the window, he saw a black cab. Who do we trust? Someone’s missing. Y/N...Where’s. Sherlock’s eyes widen and his breath hitches for only a moment. He turns around and dashes towards Mrs. Hudson. “Where is Y/N, Mrs. Hudson? Where’s your niece.” His voice grows quieter. “Please, it’s urgent.”

Mrs. Hudson repeated, “I’ve tried to tell you. She’s waiting in the taxi for you. The one you called.” Without another word, Sherlock heads towards the door. 

Sensing something wrong, John rushes after him. “Are you alright Sherlock?”. Sherlock stops and looks over his shoulder back at John. 

“Just popping outside for a moment.” Without another word, Sherlock was gone. The uneasiness in John’s stomach did not disappear. Reluctantly he returned to the apartment. 

The cab was freezing, despite the thermometer stating that it was 21.6 degrees Celsius. (70.88 degrees F) Y/N was facing straight ahead. Her face was filled with worry. She fiddled with her hands to distract her from the gun pointing at her.  Inside she was panicking. Her whole body is stiff as a board. Her knuckles turned white, as she clenched her hands into fists. Her mind had gone into defence mode. She noticed how the driver kept his stare on her from the corner of her eye. His face contorted into a spine-chilling smile. A stray tear escaped her eyes as they waited and waited for Sherlock to come downstairs. 

“If Mr ‘olmes doesn’t make an appearance. At least I have you. Fate has a funny way of fallin’ into place.” The man chuckled. “An’ ere I thought you were the one who got away.”

Eventually, the sound of a door could be heard. Followed by the sound of footsteps. Y/N prayed to God that it was Sherlock, but she knew having hope in these situations was never a good thing. To her luck, Sherlock opened the side door and entered the cab. Taking the seat behind Y/N. Sherlock acknowledged the driver and the cab took off. Turning his head to look at Y/N through the rearview mirror, Sherlock noticed she was extremely distressed. Multiple iridescent tears coated her now pale cheeks. Sherlock didn’t know why, but he felt guilty. He felt guilty for leaving her in the care of a serial killer. He felt guilty for pushing her away. Maybe if he had been a little more kind, she wouldn’t be in this mess with him. He felt even more guilty thinking of the possibility of what could have happened if he had waited even longer to reach the cab. 

Jeff, the cab driver, became more comfortable as his newfound power over the two in the cab increased. Sherlock noticed this. He also knew that he would get cocky. Discreetly he pulled out his phone and hit the record button, then placed it back in his pocket. Again, Sherlock was right. “No one ever thinks about the cabbies. You’re invisible. A proper advantage for a serial killer.” Jeff smugly explains. 

Sherlock urged Jeff on. “Is this a confession?”

Jeff took his eyes off the road. “Yeah. An’ I’ll tell you what: I didn’ kill those four people, Mr’ olmes. I spoke to them. One on one...an’ they killed themselves.”

“I want to understand. I want to know what you said to them,” demanded Sherlock.

Jeff chuckled, “Alrigh’ Mr’olmes. I’ll talk to yer…”

“And then you’ll kill me?” inquired Sherlock.

The car came to a red light and Jeff turned back to look directly at Sherlock. “No...you’re gonna kill yourself.” The stoplight turned green, and Jeff turned back to face the front. 

“What’ll happen to her? Are you going to have her kill herself as well?” Sherlock asked. Y/N’s eyes grew watery at the thought, and she took in a shaky breath. 

“No…after you’re dead. I’m gonna shoot her wit’ this gun. Righ’ here,” Jeff said as he brought the gun up to Y/N’s head. 

Y/N’s hand turned completely white from her grip. Sherlock looked in the rearview mirror making eye contact with Y/N.  If his blue eyes could convey a message, they would be saying “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you” Even if she was still angry with him earlier, the gesture was all she had. 

Feeling his power slowly disappear, Jeff blurted “I was warned about you.” 

Sherlock raised his eyebrow in intrigue. “Who warned you about me?”

Looking at Y/N, Jeff replied, “Just an old friend.”

Leaning closer to Jeff, Sherlock asked “Who?”

Jeff chuckled, feeling an air of power being restored to him. “You’ve got yourself a fan.” 

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Looking out the window, John reports on what Sherlock is doing. “He just got in a cab. Now he’s driven off in the cab.” 

Having enough Donovan bellowed “He bloody left again! We’re wasting our time!”

An idea pops into John’s head as he reaches for the computer. Silently praying to God that he isn’t right. He presses the reload button on the GPS. Grumbling stirred the quiet atmosphere of the apartment and Lestrade let his tired officers go home. 

“Why’d Sherlock do that? Why’d he leave?” interrogated Lestrade. 

John shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t know, but I have an idea. Just hope to God that I’m wrong.”

Lestrade approaches him, a wave of concern washing over him. “What is this idea?”

“It involves tracking the phone.” 

The computer beeps signally that the site had reloaded. Upon further inspection, the GPS was on the move. John clenches the bridge of his nose. “God Sherlock. I swear you’ll be the death of me.”

Lestrade looks at John and then at the screen, then back at John. “What is it?”

John looks at Lestrade, frustration seeping from every pore. “He got into a cab with the killer.”

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Arriving at their destination, Jeff escorts the two out of the car, grabbing Y/N and jabbing the gun into her side. Sherlock follows Jeff, his eyes locked onto the gun in Y/N’s side. “Where are we?” He asks, trying to distract Jeff’s focus on the silent brunette. 

“You know exactly where we are Mr’olmes.”

“Roland-Kerr Further Education College.” States Sherlock. Jeff nods as he and Y/N enter the building. Sherlock follows close behind. The college was empty, just like any school during the breaks. It was cold. The air was dry from all the air conditioning. The architecture was quite old but it was modernized by all the technology found in the rooms. Eventually, they arrived at their destination which was some sort of study hall. Jeff dragged Y/N and sat her down, then took a seat beside her. Sherlock stayed by the door, observing the situation. Taking out two darkly tinted bottles, Jeff placed them on the table. One in front of him and one in front of the seat that Sherlock was supposed to sit in. Walking over to the table, Sherlock snatched up his bottle and took the seat opposite Jeff. His blue eyes locked onto the woman who kept glancing down towards the gun in Jeff’s hand and then back at Sherlock.

“What do you think? '' inquires Jeff as if he’d just invited a friend to his home. Sherlock shrugs his shoulders in response, his gaze not leaving Y/N. “Gonna give you some time to think this o’er while littl’ lady and I have a private chat.”

A cry leaves the woman’s mouth. Sherlock’s voice becomes firm, “She stays here.” Jeff sensing Sherlock’s challenge brings the gun to Y/N’s head. “I hate to mess up my plans, but she ca’ go first.” Reluctantly Sherlock backs down as the cab driver escorts Y/N out of the room. 

Y/N’s composure breaks the further away she gets from Sherlock. All she can think about is the gun jabbed against her back. Eventually, they enter a classroom. From her blurred view, Y/N sees that all the desks and chairs have been pushed up against the walls. There were many windows present in the room and under the windows were heaters. The man dragged Y/N across the room, shoving her to the ground. Y/N couldn’t help but yelp in pain as her wrists made contact with the hard floor.  Afterwards, the man grabbed her wrists and handcuffed them to the heater. Tears were now falling freely down her face and she began to cry. 

“Now now, littl’ miss. We can’t have that.” Then he pulls out a gag and covers her mouth, muting her cries. “Sit there and be a good littl’ girl.” Crouching down in front of her, the cab driver took a minute to wipe the hair and tears from her face with the gun. In response, Y/N shivered, and the man smiled. He stood up and with that left. Leaving Y/N alone in the dark with the hanging threat of death looming above her. 

It had been 5 minutes since the man had taken Y/N. There were times when her cries and whimpers could be heard and Sherlock so desperately wanted to rescue her. Though he knew if he did he would have to explain to Mrs. Hudson why her niece was shot in the head because of his impatience. Eventually, the man returned to the room; without Y/N. 

Sherlock stood up and demanded to know where Y/N was. The cab driver smiled.  He motioned to the pill bottles in front of them “It’s up to you, you and this pretty littl’ lady are who’s gonna die ‘ere.”

“No we’re not,” informed Sherlock.

“That’s what they all tell me, Mr’olmes.” 

“Bit risky, wasn’t it? Taking me and Y/N under the eye of probably a dozen policemen and women.”

“Nah. You call that risk?” Jeff motions to the bottles in front of them with the gun, “This is a risk.” Sherlock cocks his eyebrow at Jeff. “You’re gonna love this Mr. ‘olmes.”

“Love what?” Sherlock narrows his eyes at Jeff, “Oh, I see. You’re telling me that you’re a proper genius too. Right, Jeff?” Jeff only smiles in response gesturing his arms out wide, practically waving the gun in Sherlock’s face. “Two bottles. Explain.”

“There’s a good bottle and a bad bottle. You take the pill from the good bottle, you live; take the pill from the bad bottle, you die” explained Jeff.

“But both bottles are the exact same.”

“In every way. It’s a game you see.”

“A game?”

“Of course, you’re the one who chooses. Whatever bottle you choose, I take the pill from the other bottle. Then we take the medicine together. As I said, it’s your choice.”

“How’s Y/N come into this? Why'd you drag her along?”

Jeff leans closer toward Sherlock, “Pretty littl’ lady saw my face. When I saw her with the good old Mr. ’olmes, I couldn’t just let her get away, now could I?”

“You said that I’d kill myself,” states Sherlock.

“Well, it’s all part of the game. You see, in one of the bottles, there’s a good pill and a bad pill. You take the pill from the good bottle you live; take the pill from the bad bottl,and  you die. Your choice, Mr ‘olmes.” Sitting comfortably back in his chair, Jeff smiled. “Take your time. I want your best game. Don’t worry, you can’t see through the bottle.” 

Glaring Sherlock hissed, “It’s not a game. It’s chance.”

“I’ve played 4 times Mr. ‘olmes. If it was chance, I’d be dead. No, it’s a game of chess.” Jeff licks his top lip as he observes Sherlock. 

“Are you ready Mr ‘olmes? Ready to play?” cackles Jeff. 

“Still just chance. Those 4 previous times, just luck.” Remarks Sherlock. 

“I know ‘ow people think, Mr ‘olmes. I know ‘ow people think, I think. I can see it all. Everyone is so stupid, even you.” Sherlock crinkles his nose. “I think it’s time to play, Mr. ‘olmes.” smiles Jeff motioning towards the bottles. 

Placing his elbows on the table, Sherlock enters his signature thinking pose. “I am playing, and now it’s my turn. There’s shaving foam behind your left ear. Nobody’s pointed it out to you. Obviously, you live on your own; there’s no one to tell you. There's a photograph of children. The children’s mother has been cut out of the picture. If she’d died, she’d still be there. Estranged father. She took the kids, but you still love them, and it still hurts. “Jeff winces and his grip on the gun tightens. “Three years ago – is that when they told you? Told you that you’re dying?” Jeff chuckles in response. “You didn’t kill those people out of bitterness. This is about love. Your children.” 

“You’re good, Mr ‘olmes. My kids won’t get much when I die, but I have a sponsor.”

“Sponsor?”

“For every life I take, money goes to my kids.”

“Who’d sponsor a serial killer” interrogates Sherlock.

Jeff leaning forward whispers to Sherlock, “Who’d be a fan of Sherlock ‘olmes?” 

“Who?”

Who’d be a fan of Sherlock ‘olmes?.” Jeff nods towards the bottles. “Choose.” Sherlock’s gaze looks between the bottles. 

Standing up out of his seat, Sherlock remarks, “What if I don’t choose either? I could just take Y/N and leave. Walk out of here.” 

Sighing, Jeff brings the gun to face Sherlock. Jeff smiles, “You can walk out, but I get to shoot you and littl’ miss in the head.” He makes an explosion sound. “Or you can take your 50-50 chance.” Sherlock’s jaw tightens as he sits back down. “Play the game.” Sherlock swipes up the bottle in front of him. 

“Oh, interesting.” chuckles the man, motioning for Sherlock to take the pill “Go ahead, Mr ‘olmes. You know, you’re not the only one to enjoy a good murder. There are othersoutt there just like you, except you’re just a man…and they’re so much more than that.” Sherlock’s nose twitches in distaste for the cab driver. 

Sherlock looks at the bottle and picks it up. “What d’you mean, more than a man?” 

The cab driver chuckles, “I bet you get bored, don’t you? I know you do. A manlikese you. What’s the point of being clever if you can’t prove it? Take the pill, Mr. ‘olmes.” Sherlock lowers the pill down eyeing the man. “You’d do anything…anything at all…to stop being bored.” Then Sherlock glances at the pill bringing it closer to his mouth, Jeff, the cab driver follows. 

 A gun fires. A body falls to the floor.  Sherlock looks in the direction of the shot. Finding John holding a gun. John dropped the gun and ran out of the room. Coughing from beneath Sherlock erupts.  A pool of crimson-red blood flows out of Jeff. Something in Sherlock snaps and he grabs the collar of Jeff’s shirt. “I was right. Wasn’t I?” Jeff doesn’t respond. “Who was it? Who’s the sponsor? Who’s my fan?!” he demands. Jeff just chuckles, coughing up blood. “Give me a name.” Jeff just shakes his head. Sherlock responds by squeezing the injured shoulder and Jeff gasps. 

Sherlock’s eyes grow dark with fury. “The NAME!” bellows Sherlock. 

Giving in to the immense pain in his shoulder, Jeff gasps “Moriarty.” It’s barely loud enough for Sherlock to hear, but he’s satisfied and drops the dying to the floor. Blood stains his right hand. 

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At some point in time, a few officers entered the room, Greg comes forward asking Sherlock where Y/N is. They eventually find her tied up and gagged a few rooms down, Her face stained with tears and her wrists red from her struggle.  Sherlock just stands in the doorway as they free her. One of the officers wrapped an orange blanket around Y/N’s shoulders and took her outside, taking her away from the high-functioning sociopath. Placing her inside an ambulance for her to be checked out. Sherlock approaches the ambulance. Sitting only a few feet away from Y/N in the back of the ambulance. An EMT places a blanket on him and He keeps taking off the orange blanket and an EMT keeps replacing it. 

“I’m not in shock!” Exasperated Sherlock. By now the news reporters had shown up. They always seemed attracted to crime like mosquitoes to blood. Their flashing lights caused Y/N to wince. Rising from his seat Sherlock moved to sit next to Y/N. “I’m sorry,” was all he could muster. To say Sherlock was ashamed wasn’t enough. Y/N could only nod in response. “Are you alright?” 

“No, I was kidnapped, held at gunpoint and had my life threatened,” explains Y/N. A pregnant silence fills the air. “I thought that he’d…I thought that he shot you.” It was Sherlock’s turn to be silent.  Then she shivered. Noticing this Sherlock took off the orange blanket from his shoulders and places it around her. Y/N looked into Sherlock’s eyes giving him a soft smile.  Then she brushed her hair away from her face and wiped the salty, dry tears off her cheeks. 

A cough interrupted the two of them. It was Lestrade. “We’ll bring you two in tomorrow. You can go when you’ve recovered.” They nod. They sit there for a while longer. Sherlock glances over at the woman noticing her eyes getting heavy. 

“Would you like to return home?” asks Sherlock. She nods and then reluctantly Y/N removes the blankets from her figure and the two exit the ambulance. 

John was waiting for them on the other side of the police tape, away from all the reporters. “Donovan’s just been explaining everything, dreadful. Are you alright Y/N?” asked John in concern. 

“I’m not dead.” She replies quietly.

Sherlock looks at John for a moment, then quietly replies, “Good shot.” John slightly blushes from embarrassment, failing to look innocent. 

“Are you alright?” asks Sherlock. 

John slightly nods, placing his hands into his pockets, “Yes, of course. I should be asking you two that.” 

“Well, you just killed a man,” comments Sherlock. 

“Well, yes, I…” Knowing that his friends have seen through his horrible attempt at a lie he sighed, 

“That’s true, isn’t it? But he wasn’t a nice man.” 

“No. No, he wasn’t really,” reassures Sherlock. Turning towards Y/N he placed his hands on her shoulders. Causing Y/N to slightly jump. “Let’s get you back to 221b Baker Street.”

“No cabs,” mutter Y/N.

“No cabs” repeats Sherlock offering her a sympathetic smile. 

John couldn’t help but smile. His eyes crinkled at the corners. The three of them make their way back to Baker Street, and a comfortable silence fell across the trio. They were oblivious to the fact that someone was watching them from a black car down the street. The windows of the car were tinted so darkly, no one could see inside.

“They could be the making of my brother. We’d better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade Three Active.” Ordered Mycroft. 

His assistant looked up from her phone. “Sorry, Mr. Holmes. Whose status?” 

Mycroft’s eyes squint at the three figures as they grow smaller and smaller, eventually turning on a street, and disappearing from view. “Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson, and Miss Y/N L/N.”

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Worthless - Part 5

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This is mostly a flashback chapter to when Elliot (aka whumpee) was first rescued

Content: pet whump, emotional whump, threat of character death, dehumanization, it/its pronouns for whumpee while he's a pet, brief mention of noncon

Just to reiterate for those that didn't see my character update:

Christian = Whumper

Landon = Teammate B

The rest of the team is not present in this chapter, but they will be in future chapters, I promise

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Pet was curled up in the corner of its cell, which doubled as Master's basement. Its slim wrists were chained, preventing it from wrapping its arms around itself to keep warm. It was bad that day, and because of that, Master had taken away almost all of its clothes, until it was left in nothing but a pair of boxers. It didn't know why Master hadn't taken those as well. Bad pets didn't deserve dignity, after all. Regardless, Pet counted itself lucky to have such a generous master.

Pet started when the door to the basement slammed opened and Master bolted down. It didn't have time to get into its normal kneeling position before Master grabbed it by its hair and started dragging it under the stairs. Pet squeaked in both fear and pain.

"M-Master, what-"

Master jerked its head, prompting a quiet yelp from Pet's throat. "Shut up, mutt!" Master whisper-shouted. Master hid both of them under the stairs, clamping a hand over his pet's mouth. Pet hadn't realized that in his other hand, Master held a knife, which he then pressed firmly against Pet's throat. "If you make a single goddamn sound, I will slit your fucking throat. Understand, mutt?" Tears welled in Pet's eyes, but it nodded, forcing itself to bite back the whimper building in its throat.

Pet didn't understand what was happening. It didn't know what was going on. Why would Master climb under the stairs with his worthless pet? That's when it heard the faint voice coming from inside Master's house.

"Elliot!"

Pet's eyes widened. It remembered that name. It couldn't exactly remember where it had heard it, but it knew that it remembered that name.

"Elliot! Can you hear me?"

Master's grip over Pet's mouth tightened and the hand holding the knife started to quiver, scratching away layers of Pet's bruised skin.

"We know you're here, Christian! And we know you have Elliot!" It was a different voice this time. Pet remembered Master's friends calling him Christian. So, Christian must be Master's name. Pet was proud of itself for figuring that out, but it still couldn't remember who Elliot was. "Just give him back to us and no one has to get hurt!"

Master's fingernails dug into Pet's cheeks. The pain was almost non-existent compared to the other things Master had done to it, but the act frightened Pet. It still didn't know what was going on. Who was in the house? Why were they looking for Master? Who was Elliot?

The door to the basement abruptly swung open and Pet gasped, which prompted Master to manhandle it. He wrapped an arm around Pet, but not in a comforting way. He still pointed to knife at Pet's throat, keeping his other hand secured over its mouth.

Footsteps started to descend the stairs, and Pet was trembling. It was so frightened. What would happen if they were caught? Would Master blame Pet? What would he do to it?

It didn't want to imagine what kind of punishment awaited it if they were caught, but its mind started racing, regardless. Perhaps, Master would take away its senses again and leave it isolated for days. Perhaps he would chain it to the wall and starve it while leaving a plate of food just out of reach. Perhaps he would tie it up and invite his friends over to use its body again. Pet didn't know, and it was terrified to find out.

Pet's worst fears were then realized as a figure came into view, peering beneath the stairs. The person's eyes widened when they took in the sight of Master and Pet cowering beneath the stairs. The person looked familiar to Pet, but it couldn't figure out why.

The person's relieved expression dropped into a glare when they set their eyes on Master, and Pet felt its blood run cold. "Let him go, Christian," the person demanded.

Master chuckled behind Pet. He abruptly removed his hand from over its mouth and took a fistful of its hair, dragging it out from their hiding place. Pet yelped. "Lyra!" Master greeted, raising his voice slightly. Pet flinched, crawling to keep up as Master approached their visitor. "Is that any way to greet an old friend?"

The person called Lyra clenched their fists, their glare deepening. "Let. Him. Go."

Master smirked and tugged Pet to its feet, only to wrap his arm around its shoulders and point the end of the knife against its neck. "I'm surprised you lot even cared enough to show up. After all this time, I thought you'd forgotten about him."

"We would never-"

"Then, what, may I ask, took you so long? Hm?" Master grabbed hold of Pet's face, making a point to squish its cheeks in a mocking and degrading manner. "Poor thing thought you'd abandoned him. He used to tell me all about how his friends were coming to rescue him, but none of you ever bothered to show up. Now look at him." Master jerked Pet's head, eliciting a quiet squeak from its mouth. "I'll bet he doesn't even recognize you." Master gazed upon the face of his pathetic pet. "Do you, Pet?"

With its face still trapped in Master's grasp, it couldn't shake its head, so instead, it choked out, "N-No, Master."

Lyra absolutely deflated at that. "Elliot?" They whispered.

Master chuckled and let go of Pet's face. "I'm not surprised," he said, using the blade in his hand to tilt Pet's head up. "Your broken animal brain is much too stupid to hold anything but obedience. You don't even remember your own name, do you, Pet?" Pet shook its head, which earned it a quick slap to the face. Pet whimpered. "Answer verbally, mutt!"

Pet's lower lip was trembling. "I-I don't have a name, Master."

Lyra's hopeless expression dropped into that of pure, unadulterated rage. "What have you done to him, Whitlock?" They shouted.

Master smirked. "I've given him a purpose, a proper place." He turned to face his worthless pet again. "Why don't you tell them what that place is, mutt? Where do you belong?"

Pet sniffled, willing the tears building in its eyes not to fall. "At-At your feet, Master."

"That's right, Pet. Good boy." Master scratched the top of its head, prompting a whimper to escape its lips. Pet reveled in the praise and the gentle touches. It was so grateful to Master.

Master said that I'm good! He said that I'm a good boy!

It felt an aching in its heart when Master pulled his hand away. A stray tear oozed out of the corner of its eye. Master was almost never gentle with it. It longed for more.

"As you can see," Master said, turning back to face the person in front of them. "Your precious Elliot belongs to me now." Pet whimpered and sniffled. "Aw, look at it. You've confused the poor thing."

"Elliot, don't listen to him!" Lyra shouted. "You know me. I'm your best friend! You're not a pet and you don't belong to him."

Master tutted and shook his head. "Try all you'd like, Lyra, but he just doesn't understand. He's too dumb to understand anything except a simple order. Let me show you." Master loosened his arm around Pet's shoulder. "Pet!"

Pet flinched. "Yes, Master?"

"Kneel."

Pet did as it was instructed without a second thought. It dropped to its knees and bowed its head.

"Grovel."

Pet pressed its forehead to the floor. Being in that position made Pet want to beg, but it hadn't been instructed to speak yet.

"Kiss my feet."

Once again, Pet didn't think twice. It knew that disobedience only brought pain, so it crawled across the floor and kissed Master's feet until it was instructed to stop.

"Good boy," Master praised. Pet felt its cheeks redden. It was so happy to serve and be good. It would do anything that Master wanted it to.

Pet chanced a glance upward. "Am-Am I pleasing you, Master?" It asked.

"Yes, Pet," Master said as he reached down to ruffle his pet's unruly hair. "I am very pleased with you." Pet couldn't help but smile, which earned it a slap to the face. "What have I told you, mutt?"

Pet flinched. "I'm sorry, Master. It was-It was an accident." Another slap.

"Answer the question, mutt. What have I told you?"

Pet sniffled. "I-I don't-"

"That's enough!" Lyra shouted. All eyes turned to them, only to find tears in their eyes. "Leave him alone, Christian! Haven't you hurt him enough?"

Master scoffed and grabbed Pet by its hair. Pet yelped, but it didn't fight back. "I'm only making sure he remembers his place. Is that so wrong?"

"You've turned him into your lapdog!"

Master yanked Pet's head back to expose its throat, only to press his knife against it once more. "Yes, because that is all he is good for!" Pet started crying. It still didn't know what was happening and it was so scared. "All you lot have ever done is laugh at and degrade him! How is that any different from what I've done?" Lyra was silent. A sickening laugh left Master's throat. "Don't act all moral, Lyra. You and I are much more alike than you want to admit."

Lyra didn't say anything. Their eyes were wide and tears were steadily flowing down their face. Their eyes landed on Pet, who quickly averted its gaze, only to discover a shadow moving across the ground. Pet's eyes widened, and if its hair wasn't trapped in Master's grasp, it would've looked behind it to see what it was. However, it didn't need to.

There was a loud clang before Master suddenly slumped to the ground, releasing his grip on Pet's hair. Master's knife clattered to the ground, centimeters away from Pet. Pet gasped and scrambled backwards, gazing up at the new blond man standing behind it. It recognized the man, and a fuzzy name rose to the front of its mind, but it couldn't quite remember it.

Lyra sighed in relief. "What took you so long?"

The blond man shrugged. "Does it matter? You found Elliot, so let's go before Whitlock wakes up."

Both humans turned to face Pet, who backed itself against the wall and burst into tears. "Please-Please, d-don't hurt me. I-I'm worthless. I c-can't offer you a-anything."

Lyra knelt in front of it and held out a gentle hand. "It's okay, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you."

Pet brought its bound hands up to shield its face. "P-Please, don't s-steal me. I'm not w-worth anything. I'm just a-a stupid pet, please."

The blond man groaned. "We don't have time for this, Lyra. Just grab him and let's go!"

Pet flinched. Lyra turned to face the man behind them. "He's scared, you idiot! We don't know what he's been through. I can't just grab him!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Fine, then I will." The blond man stomped over to where Pet was cowering against the wall. "Come here, Elliot," he said before grabbing Pet by its arm and hoisting it over his shoulder like sack of potatoes. Pet screamed and thrashed, but it was too small and weak to make any progress.

"Landon!" Lyra shouted as the blond man carried Pet over to the stairs. Pet was screaming and begging the whole way up the stairs, sobbing and dry heaving in between each word. It was so scared. It didn't know these people. It didn't know what they wanted.

"Master!" Pet screamed as it was gingerly placed in the back of a large van, several other familiar people surrounding it. "Master, help me! I don't want to go, please! I'm scared!"

It felt a gentle pressure squeeze around its hand and it opened its bloodshot eyes to see Lyra sitting beside it

Lyra smiled sweetly at it, and Pet momentarily stopped crying. "Everything is going to be okay, Elliot. We're going home."

Elliot Pet stared at them in shock and disbelief. "H-Home?" It repeated.

Lyra nodded. "We're going to protect you. We're going to keep you safe from now on, okay, sunshine? No one is ever going to hurt you again."

For some strange reason, Pet believed them.

-

Fun fact, this was actually supposed to be chapter 4, but I didn't like it, and I still kind of don't, but I didn't really have an idea for chapter 5, so 🤷

I've been feeling super unmotivated lately and I haven't had many ideas, so if anyone has anything they want me to write (whether it be with this series or just a regular fic) please send them in my asks!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: {Y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.

Maturity: This book is rated mature for graphic descriptions of violence, foul language, and sexual content that may be sensitive to readers under the age of 18.

a/n: This story was originally posted on wattpad and will be updated there first. Follow there for quicker updates! https://www.wattpad.com/user/smaptin-smerica

Master List

Chapter 25

February, 1959

When I came to my senses the first thing I noticed was the intense cold. My entire body shivered and my aching bones cracked as I lifted my head. My entire body was stiff from the cold, preventing me from moving very much.

I strained as I lifted up my hand to wipe away the frost from the glassed tube I was in. I saw the inside of what looked like a lab. Some tables with various technologies on them as well as large machines.

I felt like a rusted robot, my body moving in slow, jerky motions. I was frozen, or on the verge of it.

Suddenly a familiar face appeared in the glass. Red hair and green eyes shone through. I raised my eyebrows and began to open my mouth. She shushed me.

Don't talk. You're in trouble. Hydra is mad. She began to speak to me in sign language through the glass. I kept having to wipe away the frost so i could see what she was trying to tell me.

I'm sorry for the future. I'm doing what I can.

"Ms. Harbor!"

A male voice that could only be Zola's boomed into the room. She jumped, turning her attention to the right. "Dr Zola. Just in time, I believe she's waking up."

Dr Zola walked into view, squinting his eyes up at me as I slowly looked down at him.

"Wonderful. Fully release her."

Caroline walked away from my view. I felt the cold around me completely evaporate and my body was my own once again. The air opened with a pressure locking sound and I stepped out into the real world. "Good evening, soldier." Dr. Zola hummed to me.

I looked at Caroline behind him with a confused look. You don't remember. She signed to me. I returned my attention back to Dr. Zola. "Where am I." I asked, playing along with the scenario.

I didn't remember much after passing out from the pain. Whatever the gave me back at Hydra was strong enough to knock me out for a while. As I was coming back to consciousness I remember now going through the memory wiping machine. Obviously, once again, it didn't work.

"You were you in a war and were severely injured. Left for dead by your friends and fellow soldiers. We found you and brought you back here. The Crytosis chamber, our newest invention. Allows your brain and body to remain on pause. This way, you heal without having to go through unbearable pain or addictive drugs."

The concept of the machine was rather fascinating, revolutionary even. Such a shame it was in the wrong hands. "How long have I been under for?" I asked.

"About one year, I would say." My heart dropped to my stomach. One year? I had been in a frozen sleep for a year?

"You are now part of our enhanced human development program. You've been injected with a serum that has enhanced your regular human capabilities 10 fold." This whole speech wasn't new to me. It was the third time I was hearing it now. I was still processing that I had been asleep for that long.

"But now, we have a mission. Don't worry, everything will come naturally to you. Come, follow me." Dr Zola quickly walked for the door expecting me to follow him. I took in stride after him and made me way through the familiar hallways. I recognized instantly where we were heading, the training center.

The doors opened and the first thing I saw was Bucky standing there in an entirely black tactical gear suit. He looked over at the door as we entered, his metal arm being occupied by a scientist that looked they were adjusting it.

"Good evening, Soldier."

Bucky didn't do anything other than nod a hello. He hardly gave me a second look. I admit, it hurt a little. But he had no idea who I was.

"Your next mission is to extract and exterminate. Here is your file." A woman walked up to me and handed me a Manila folder. I thanked them and watched as Dr. Zola and everyone else cleared the room.

The folder that I was handed was bared and empty. A series of photos were inside of a dark haired, olive skinned man. The only information that was provided was an address in Russia. I closed the folder and sighed.

"Here." I handed the folder in Bucky's direction. He looked at me with a cold gaze through his brow. He rolled his eyes and began to walk away. I was offended by his coldness, furrowing my eyebrows together in confusion. "You don't want to see it?"

"Already have. Let's go." His coldness was off-putting. He wasn't himself. He was hard cold and uncaring. I wonder What changed? Sure they brain washed him and erased everything but he usually was his warm self. I hope that they hadn't changed him.

We exited the building into the airplane hanger and loaded up to be shipped to our mission. Once we were in the plane, there were some neatly folded clothes over the plastic seats. Confused, I picked one up. It was a large, insulated jacket with many pockets.

"Here." I turned around to see Bucky standing behind me, holding out a similar looking jacket, only smaller. "This one's yours."

I looked down at the jacket and then back up at Bucky. "Oh, thank you. Here." We swapped the jackets and I slipped it on over my plain colored T-shirt. Wherever we were going, it must be cold. We were loaded up with different weapons, tactical gear and these round grenades. I examined them in my hand. There was a tiny button on top which I assumed was the activation.

I finally unwrapped my dagger, smiling as I moved my hand over the smooth surface. I was happy to have it back in my possession. "We're about to land!" The pilot yelled back to us.

I concealed my identity by putting on a face mask and goggle combination. The goggles were a dark tint, I could see perfectly out of them but were entirely dark on the outside. I looked up as Bucky approached my side. He had on the same facial covering. He looked down at me, only his eyebrows visible.

The plane rumbled in the landing, causing me to sway a little bit. The door opened and we were hit with a cold blast of wind. The both of us stepped out onto the cushiony ground. My mind was captured by the beautiful sight around me. The ground was smooth, sparkly and white. It had snowed.

I took off my goggles and mask, looking up into the dark sky as small, white snowflakes danced down from the sky. My face broke into a mesmerized expression. "Soldier, what are you doing?" A voice hissed at me.

Snow has been one of my favorite things as a child. It was rare that I got to see it during missions in the Red Room. Snow was clean, beautiful and quiet. It covered the ground in a cold blanket. It absorbed sounds, when it snowed everything was quiet. A quiet I loved to bask in.

I looked over at Bucky, he had taken his goggles off and was looking at me. I couldn't help my excited expression and wide smile. I saw a light in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time as we locked eyes. For a very brief moment, I saw the old Bucky inside of there.

"Put that back on. We've got shit to do." He hissed grumpily at me before putting the goggles back on and turning on heel to continue walking. I sighed. I felt a spark in my heart seeing that glimpse of the old man I once knew, but it quickly faded away. I put on my mask, following him towards the back of a hardly visible house.

We pushed through the door and then quickly shut it behind us. It was almost as cold inside as it was outside. I looked around the small, dusty living room. There were two reclining chairs facing a fireplace, off to the right was an open floor plan kitchen, then down the hallway there was a bathroom and a bedroom with a single queen bed. Great, how was this going to work out?

"We will sleep here for a few hours and then head out around 3 am." Bucky threw his things down carelessly on the kitchen table. Meanwhile I had found a small box of matches and began to attempt to start the fire. I scoffed a little and rolled my eyes.

"Yes sir." I said sarcastically, poking at the fire to try and get it to start.

It was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes. His thick, heavy boots thudded on the creaky hardwood as he approached the chair next to me. He sat down hard in the chair, a creak coming from the springs. "Are you always this arrogant?"

"You seriously don't remember me?" I asked, starting to get frustrated with his newly found hard nature.

"Why would I remember you I've only just met you." Bucky sounded rather annoyed as he leaned forward to rest his elbows in his knees. 

I bit the inside of my cheek, searching for an ounce of the sweet, kind soul I once knew in those cold blue eyes.

"You once told me that I would make your heart stop any time I walked into the room." I pointed an accusing finger in his direction, looking him deep into his eyes.

I saw a flash of emotion cross his face. There was no telling what emotion he was feeling. The only thing that changed was a brief furrowing of his eyebrows. "That proves nothing." He grumbled.

"The scars on your chest are from you trying to claw your metal arm off. That happened on one of our missions."

Instinctively Bucky's hand moved to his left upper arm. Though it was covered with clothes, I knew he was reaching for where the metal connected. I smirked a little, I had stumped him. He stood up quickly, huffing out air in frustration.

"You can take the first sleep." He offered, walking off to the kitchen. I stood up to follow him. "What do you mean the first?" I asked.

"There's only one bed. We can't both sleep there." He insisted, grabbing a cup and pouring himself a class of water.

I sassily shifted my weight to one him and rolled my eyes. "Scared you'll catch my germs?"

Bucky looked at me while taking a drink from his glass, raising an eyebrow at me. I put my hands up in surrender and turned on heel to walk back toward the bedroom.

"Fine! Don't complain to me when you're tired. You're more than welcome to join me!" My voice got louder as I walked deeper into the hallway before shutting the door. I frowned to myself, sliding down the door to sit on the ground. I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them.

Bucky's coldness towards me was upsetting. I didn't want to say heartbroken, because truly I didn't know what that felt like, but it hurt. I loved him. I'd like to think I still do if I could break down whatever shell he is living in now.

I flipped the fluffy comforter up and crawled into the bed to lay my head down. I quickly noticed how much colder it was now that I was farther away from the fireplace in the front room. I curled myself into a ball to try my best to keep warm.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity. I was stuck in this trance of half sleep half awake. Too cold to fully sleep but too tired to fully wake up. I felt the covers lift and the bed shift beside me. I finally opened my eyes, looking behind me to see the familiar shaggy brown haired man.

"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion. He scooted closer to me in the bed, pressing his chest against my back and then sliding his right arm underneath my neck. His arms wrapped around my chest and torso before he brought me further into his grasp.

"You were shivering." He said plainly before tucking his head into the back of my neck. His warmth helped significantly with my lack of body heat. I found myself smiling, curling more into his grasp and comfort. This was the Bucky I knew, he was still in there.

Maybe there's hope after all.

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[bemylord]

↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

//~~//

idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.

[merrysithmas]

imagine the utter boredom of Vader to Anakin. brash and brimming and eager Anakin. impatient and good and grimacing Anakin.

the banality of winning every single fight, of not flinching when someone puts their whole body, their whole soul, into a swing. the ennui of the Darkness, satiated only by more darkness, and more then, and more after. a whirpool of ink and black teeth. dizzying, disorienting, final. a serpent eating its own tail until it vomits.

the same repetition of pure instinctual fear, victims and the scent of excrement, a voided bladder, the bug-eyed terror - and the screams, the screams... how similar they all sound to his own, the last shrill agonies of Anakin Skywalker as the Jedi was burned out of his bones. It didn't have to be this way: the notes of their curdled shrieking always etch out this final horror. How their anguish seems to demand it: It didn't, it didn't. I had so much more to give-

the same old song, the only music he can make anymore.

still he wrings them out like a wet towel, discarding the refuse like garbage. bones, and blood, and tissue. oh, remember when such things were precious? to have bones and blood again -- to have them as more than a pile at his feet, stacked like shells, crunching under his boot. wedged like toothpicks in the dirt, like the skeletons of great beasts gone rotten in the sands of Tatooine.

Imagine Anakin sitting on that dark throne - a seat under the emperor, synthetic knee to the floor, head bowed in supplication. yes, my Master. imagine his Mother, in a bygone memory, a slave on a forgotten world. imagine the yawping pain in her spine as she carried him inside of her, across a hundred dunes, a hundred sorrows, to beg in starvation and desperation at the altar of a Hutt, to say, yes Master. that is her little boy. her little boy with the fixit hands.

Imagine Obi-wan, a prize on the wall. A saberhilt aloft - like the skull of a great game animal severed and displayed. the hands that once touched it, that once were his, that once touched him, mean nothing to you. but they meant something to Anakin.

Imagine Anakin, imagine the nightmares of Anakin. Because, in legend we certainly know, the Jedi was haunted by the phantom of Vader, which shadowed him like a skipped hologram. a blue ghost just barely out of step with his own movements, just nearly visible behind his own flesh body.

then if that -- Anakin must haunt this spectre in return. confined to his prison inside of him, ribs and metal allowing no light so instead the voice echoes up like hot air does. rising into Vader's head. asking over and over again Is this what you wanted?

a flaxen brow, an aureate figure, all his edges grouted with gold. stunning wings folded and burnt on the tips like he is hiding something, fingertips all dusted with ash.

is this what you wanted?

it is a simple question.

is this what you wanted?

it is an echo and never anything else. no words of kindness, no shared sorrow. the apparition of the Jedi turns his shoulder to him, a tall broad figure cloaked. his face always unseeable. his hair resplendent even from behind, but if only he could see those eyes -- what color were they once? blue?

Vader forgets blue.

the execution, the maiming, the bloodshed. the longwinded langour of it. it is but a distraction from those infernal words.

is this what you wanted?

until it is all the Dark Lord can hear.