#they irritate eachother but they don’t HATE eachother ???

[blaithnne]

Anders has inordinate amounts of annoying little brother energy, which is ironic considering the main person you see that dynamic unfold with is his ex-wife.

[syluslnd]

hello! can i request heavy angst with sylus and mc? like them never officially being in a relationship but clearly belonging to eachother, keeping a love-hate slowburn dynamic so it's nothing knew when they fight, but one day they get into a really bad, heated argument. out of anger sylus says something he immediately regrets and mc leaves (also out of anger) but something happens and they don't come back. (you can decide if it's happy ending or not)! thank you in advance!

house of cards

word count 5.6k

tags- angst no comfort,verbal insults ,death,dead dove,grieving

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The night was cool and the dim streetlights of Onychinus cast long shadows over the pavement. You waited outside one of Sylus’s known hideouts, a secluded bar where his lieutenants often gathered. It had become routine—waiting.

You leaned against the rough stone wall, arms crossed, trying to calm the growing frustration. He hadn’t reached out in days and when he did, it was for one thing—hooking up, nothing more, nothing less. Every time you tried to talk about something real, something deeper, he deflected with that arrogant smirk or one of his quick dismissals.

It was driving you mad. You wanted more than the casual, heated exchanges. But how could you demand more from someone who wouldn’t even admit what you were to him?

Footsteps echoed behind you and you straightened, turning to see Sylus approaching, his tall frame cutting through the dim light like a shadow. He looked as composed as ever, eyes sharp and calculating. You couldn’t deny the way your heart raced at the sight of him but the growing anger inside kept you from softening.

“You’ve been busy” you muttered as he stopped in front of you, crossing your arms tighter over your chest.

Sylus raised a brow, his expression unreadable. “What can I say, sweetie? I run an empire. It keeps me occupied.” His tone was casual, indifferent, like he wasn’t fazed by your clear annoyance.

“That’s the problem” you shot back, your voice edged with frustration. “You’re always ‘occupied.’ When was the last time we spent more than an hour together without it turning into some… thing? It’s like you don’t even care unless we’re in bed.”

He chuckled softly, though there was a sharpness behind it. “You’re upset because I’m busy? You knew what this was.”

His dismissiveness was the last straw. “Is that all this is to you?” you asked, your voice rising. “Just something casual whenever you feel like it?”

Sylus’s expression darkened slightly, his calm demeanor still intact but there was something colder in his eyes now. “You’re making this bigger than it is.”

Your chest tightened. How could he be so dismissive? You weren’t asking for the world just… something more than this half-life with him. “Bigger than it is? Sylus, you barely talk to me unless you want something. I’m tired of feeling like an afterthought. I deserve more than that.”

For a moment, his expression softened but it was fleeting. He stepped closer, his hand reaching for your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “What do you want from me?” His voice was low, almost dangerously calm. “I’m not the kind of man who makes promises. You know that. But you’re still here.”

You pulled away from his touch, the sting of his words echoing in your mind. “I don’t know how much longer I can be” you admitted, your voice quieter now, the weight of it hitting both of you.

Sylus watched you pull away, a flicker of something passing through his eyes—annoyance maybe or something deeper that he wasn’t about to show. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before dropping it back to his side.

“Fine” he said, voice laced with irritation “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s go out. Will that make you happy?” His words felt more like an obligation than a genuine apology, as if he were doing you a favor by even suggesting it.

You scoffed lightly, the apology clearly lacking any sincerity. “Really, Sylus? An apology and an offer to go out, just like that? You think that’s enough?”

He rolled his eyes, the sharpness of his usual calm starting to crack just a little. “You’re not making this easy. I’m trying here.” There was a slight edge to his voice but his gaze softened for a moment. “So, where do you want to go?”

You bit back the retort that almost escaped, knowing pushing too far too fast wouldn’t get either of you anywhere. “The arcade. I want to go to the arcade” you said, watching him closely.

Sylus’s expression shifted and for a second, the irritation returned. He didn’t hide the slight frown tugging at his lips. “An arcade?” he repeated, like the idea was absurd for someone like him. “You want me to take you to a place full of flashing lights and teenagers wasting time?”

A small smile crept onto your face despite the tension. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want. It’s fun, Sylus. Or have you forgotten how to have fun?”

His eyes narrowed, clearly not amused by the teasing. But then, after a pause he sighed again this time more resigned. “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

It wasn’t much of an apology and you could tell he was annoyed but there was something in the way he relented that caught you off guard. Sylus was many things—cold, ruthless, always in control—but every now and then you caught these small moments where it seemed like he was trying, even if he didn’t fully understand why.

“Thank you” you said, keeping your voice soft but not letting the gratitude carry too much weight. You didn’t want him to think everything was forgiven just because he agreed to one date. “We’ll go tomorrow, okay?”

He glanced at you, something unreadable in his gaze. “Sure. Tomorrow.”

You nodded, the awkward silence hanging between you like a thin thread. You didn’t know if you should say more or if this was one of those moments where you just let things settle. Sylus turned away but just before he walked off, his hand brushed yours—light, almost hesitant. It was a fleeting touch, gone before you could react but it lingered all the same.

The neon lights from the arcade spilled out onto the busy street, reflecting off the windows as people moved in and out, laughing and shouting over the sound of the games inside. You stood near the entrance, arms crossed, glaring at your phone. Sylus was late again. It wasn’t like this was a surprise—he was always late—but today, it stung more than usual. You had put effort into this. You wanted to have fun, just once, without all the complications. But, of course, Sylus had to ruin that by being Sylus.

You checked your phone again. 30 minutes late.

Your jaw clenched, anger boiling just beneath the surface. This wasn’t just about tonight—it was about all the other times he brushed you off, made you wait, or treated you like something he could pick up and drop whenever he felt like it. You were tired of being patient, tired of pretending it didn’t bother you when it did.

The sound of footsteps behind you caught your attention and you didn’t need to look to know it was him. Sylus always had a presence—a certain energy that shifted the air around him. Still, you didn’t turn right away, letting him stand there for a moment while you seethed in silence.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart” Sylus’s voice came smooth as ever, carrying that casual arrogance that drove you mad. You could feel his gaze on you, waiting for you to respond. “Business, you know how it is.”

You slowly turned to face him, the anger barely contained as you stared him down. “You’re thirty minutes late, Sylus.”

He tilted his head, his smirk teasing. “I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

That infuriating smirk—it was enough to make you want to scream. But this wasn’t the place. You were surrounded by kids, teenagers, people who didn’t know the kind of world Sylus lived in. You couldn’t make a scene, not here, even though every nerve in your body begged you to let loose.

“I’m tired of it” you said quietly, your voice sharp but low, careful not to draw too much attention. “You’re always late. It’s like you don’t even care.”

He stepped closer, his height casting a shadow over you but it wasn’t his size that had your heart racing. It was the way he looked at you, like he could see through every wall you put up and worse like he found it amusing. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You narrowed your eyes, refusing to let him distract you with his charm. “Don’t start with that. You think showing up late and calling me ‘cute’ is going to make this better?”

Sylus’s eyes glinted and he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering just enough that only you could hear him. “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

There it was. That casual confidence the way he twisted every situation in his favor and the worst part? He was right. You were still here. But it wasn’t because you didn’t have enough self-respect to walk away—it was because, despite everything, some part of you still wanted this. Wanted him.

“You think I’m just going to let it slide every time?” you shot back, your voice barely above a whisper, trying to maintain your composure in public.

He chuckled softly that rich, deep sound that sent a shiver down your spine despite your anger. “You’ll let it slide because you want to be here with me. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

Your pulse quickened as his words hit deeper than you’d like to admit. He wasn’t wrong but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. You swallowed, trying to keep control of the emotions that were bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

“I wanted us to have a normal night” you muttered, glancing away to avoid his piercing gaze. “Just one night where we didn’t have to deal with your… business. But you couldn’t even show up on time.”

For a brief moment, something shifted in Sylus’s expression—something softer, almost like regret. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by that familiar teasing smirk. “I’m here now. Isn’t that what matters?”

You looked at him, searching for any sign that he really cared, that he wasn’t just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. But Sylus was a master at hiding his true feelings. He could be teasing one second and dangerous the next, always keeping you guessing.

“You don’t get it, do you?” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “It’s not about you being here now. It’s about everything. About the way you treat me like an afterthought, like I’m only here when it’s convenient for you.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by your words. “You’re making this way too complicated, sweetheart.”

You clenched your fists, taking a deep breath to calm the storm brewing inside. “Maybe it’s not that complicated to want someone who actually gives a damn.”

Sylus smirked again, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “I give enough of a damn to be here, don’t I?”

His closeness was overwhelming, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating at the same time. You hated how easily he could pull you in, how his words—no matter how frustrating—always had a way of making you second-guess yourself. But you couldn’t let him win this time.

“Being here isn’t enoug” you whispered, your voice tense with emotion. “I need more than that.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face, as if considering his next move. Then, with a soft, almost mocking chuckle, he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face, his fingers barely grazing your skin. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You didn’t respond, biting your lip to keep the tears that were building up from spilling. You weren’t going to cry—not here, not in front of him. But the way he looked at you, like he could see every crack in your armor, made it hard to keep your emotions at bay.

After a long pause, he sighed, though it sounded more like annoyance than sympathy. “Alright, fine. I’ll make it up to you. We’re here now, let’s just enjoy the night,okay kitten”

You wanted to scream at him, to tell him that ‘enjoying the night’ wasn’t enough to fix what was broken between you two. But instead, you just nodded, knowing full well that this wasn’t the time or place for a real argument.

“Yeah” you muttered, your voice hollow. “Let’s enjoy the night.”

You stood in front of the claw machine, gripping the joystick harder than necessary, your eyes narrowed in concentration. The bright, colorful stuffed animals inside were taunting you, mocking your every failed attempt to grab one. You had already wasted several coins and each time the claw just slipped off the prize at the last second, your frustration only grew.

Sylus leaned against the machine behind you, his arms crossed and a smirk dancing on his lips. You could feel his gaze on you and it wasn’t helping your mood. You were still pissed—at him, at his nonchalant attitude, at the whole situation.

“Having trouble sweetie?” Sylus asked, his voice laced with amusement.

You didn’t answer, your jaw clenched as you maneuvered the claw over a plush toy that looked easy enough to grab. You hit the button, watching as the claw descended… only for it to fumble and drop the toy yet again. You cursed under your breath, stepping back from the machine in frustration.

Behind you, Sylus chuckled softly, clearly entertained by your struggle. “You know, you might be better at this if you weren’t so mad.”

“Shut up” you muttered, glaring at the machine like it was somehow responsible for your anger.

Sylus pushed himself off the wall, coming to stand beside you. “Let me try.”

You hesitated, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but eventually stepped aside with a sigh. Sylus slid a coin into the slot, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he wasn’t in any kind of rush. He tilted his head, studying the plush toys inside with a cool, calculating expression—like this was some kind of challenge he needed to win just to prove a point.

He moved the joystick with ease, barely paying attention and then pressed the button. You watched as the claw descended, grabbed a stuffed bear and successfully lifted it up, dropping it neatly into the prize chute without a hitch.

You stared at the bear in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sylus grinned, reaching in to grab the prize. “What can I say? I’m just lucky.”

You rolled your eyes still too annoyed to let it go. “It’s not luck when you don’t even care.”

He handed you the bear, his smirk softening just a little. “Here. Something to remember me by when I’m not around.”

You took the bear reluctantly, not sure whether to be touched or even more irritated. There was something in the way Sylus looked at you in that moment, though—a fleeting softness, like he was enjoying being here with you, even if he didn’t say it outright.

For a few minutes, it was almost… normal. You grabbed some drinks from the concession stand and you found yourself relaxing—just a little. The arcade lights, the sound of people laughing and playing games and even Sylus’s teasing remarks all blended into a strange sense of calm. Maybe it wasn’t perfect but it was something.

You took a sip of your drink, glancing at Sylus. “You think you can beat me at air hockey?”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sweetie you really want to challenge me?”

You shrugged, smiling for the first time since he showed up. “I’m just saying, you won’t win twice in a row.”

Sylus chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

The banter felt easy, natural even and for the first time in a long while, you were actually having fun with him—laughing, teasing, almost forgetting how mad you were earlier.

But just as you were starting to think the night might turn around, Sylus’s phone rang. You watched as his playful demeanor vanished, replaced by that familiar cold detached look that always came when something serious was happening.

He answered the call, turning away from you slightly but you could still hear bits and pieces of the conversation. It was business, obviously—Onychinus business.

You sighed, already knowing where this was headed.

After a few minutes Sylus hung up, his jaw tight. He didn’t look at you right away, as if he was bracing for your reaction.

“Let me guess” you said, your voice bitter. “You’ve got to go.”

He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at you apologetically. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You stared at him, your earlier frustration flooding back in an instant. “Make it up to me? You said that last time and the time before that.”

Sylus opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off your anger spilling over. “You know what? I’m done hearing your excuses. Every single time we try to do something, you end up bailing. I’m not an afterthought, Sylus.”

His gaze flickered but he remained calm, almost too calm. “It’s not like that—”

“Then what is it like?” you snapped. “Because it sure as hell feels like I’m just something you deal with when it’s convenient.”

He sighed, his patience clearly wearing thin. “You know how this works. I don’t get to choose when I get called.”

“You don’t get to choose?but you also don’t seem to care how it affects me” you shot back. “You always have time for business but never for me.”

Sylus’s jaw clenched and for a second you thought he might snap. But instead he just took a deep breath his voice low and controlled. “I’m trying to keep you out of this. That’s why I don’t bring you into my world more than I already have.”

You laughed bitterly. “Oh, so this is you protecting me? By making me feel like I don’t matter?”

He stepped closer his voice dropping even lower. “You do matter. But I can’t always be there when you want me to be.”

You looked up at him your anger mixing with something else—something closer to hurt. “I don’t need you there all the time, Sylus. I just need you to act like you care.”

For a brief moment his expression softened and you could see something flicker in his eyes—guilt, maybe or regret. But just as quickly as it appeared it was gone, replaced by that same cold distant look he always wore when things got too close, too real.

“I’ll call you later” he said, his tone clipped.

You stared at him in disbelief. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

Sylus hesitated but eventually turned and walked away leaving you standing there your heart sinking as the sound of the arcade faded into the background.

It had been a week. A whole week without so much as a call or a message from Sylus. Each day that passed made your frustration grow until it morphed into a bitter, burning anger.

You knew this wasn't a relationship-he had never promised that. But still, the silence gnawed at you, his dismissive attitude felt like a slap in the face. All the excuses about his work, his responsibilities-none of them felt like enough anymore.

So when you heard a knock at your door and opened it to see Sylus standing there like nothing had happened you felt your blood boil.

“Hey kitten” he said casually, as if the past week hadn’t happened. He leaned against your doorframe his sharp eyes scanning you with a cool detached air. “Haven’t heard from you in a while. You could’ve at least called.”

You stared at him your anger simmering just beneath the surface. How could he be so nonchalant? So unaffected?

You tried to stay calm to hold it together but the way he stood there acting like everything was fine like he hadn’t disappeared without a word set you off. “I could’ve called?” you repeated, your voice shaking with anger. “Are you serious right now?”

Sylus shrugged, his usual smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah sweetie I’ve been busy.”

“Busy?” You felt the anger bubbling over and before you could stop yourself you stepped closer your fists clenched at your sides. “You disappeared for a week, and now you just show up like it’s no big deal? Do you even realize how pissed off I am?”

His gaze flickered with mild amusement as if your anger was some sort of game to him. “You’re always pissed off.”

You glared at him your chest tightening. “Because you give me every reason to be! You act like you don’t even care.”

Sylus chuckled, his eyes softening just slightly as he watched you fume. “You’re so adorable when you’re angry.”

His words were the final straw. You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you hated it—hated that he could make you feel like this, like your anger didn’t matter, like you didn’t matter. He had come here for one thing, and you knew it. That much was obvious by the way he was already moving closer his hand reaching for your waist as if he could just sweep all your anger away with a touch.

But you stepped back, stopping him in his tracks. “No.”

Sylus blinked, surprised by your sudden resistance. “No?”

“I’m not doing this” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m not just going to let you walk in here and act like everything’s fine.”

He stared at you his brow furrowing as if he didn’t quite understand why you were so upset. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you don’t give a damn about me” you snapped, your voice cracking as the tears finally spilled over. “You show up when it’s convenient for you, when you want something and I’m just supposed to go along with it? I’m not some toy you can pick up and put down whenever you feel like it, Sylus!”

For the first time Sylus didn’t have a clever comeback. He just stood there his smirk fading his expression hardening into something unreadable and for a moment, just a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

But then, his phone rang.

Of course.

You watched in disbelief as he pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen with that same detached expression you had grown to hate. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked back at you. “I have to take this.”

“No.” Your voice was low, trembling with barely-contained rage. “You’re not doing this again.”

He paused, his hand hovering over the phone. “I don’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice” you spat. “You just never choose me.”

Sylus’s jaw tightened but he remained silent his fingers gripping the phone as if it was some kind of lifeline. The phone kept ringing the sound filling the tense space between you like a countdown to something inevitable and that was it. That was the moment you snapped.

“You’re a cold-hearted bastard, you know that?” you said your voice rising as your anger reached its breaking point. “All you care about is your damn job, your stupid mafia game and yourself. You don’t care about me. You never did.”

Something in Sylus’s eyes darkened at your words but you were too far gone to stop now. “You act like you’re so untouchable, like nothing and no one matters to you. Well, guess what, Sylus? You’re not untouchable. You’re just a coward who can’t handle real emotions. You’re pathetic.”

His hand clenched around the phone, his calm exterior cracking just enough for you to see the anger brewing beneath the surface. “Watch it” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

But you didn’t back down. “No, you watch it. I’m done pretending like this is something it’s not. You show up when you feel like it, you leave whenever you get a call and you expect me to just wait around for you like I don’t have my own life. Well, I’m done. I’m done being your damn convenience.”

Sylus’s eyes narrowed, his voice a deadly whisper. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m talking about” you shot back. “I’m talking about how you treat me like I don’t matter, like I’m just here for your amusement.”

The tension in the room was thick, suffocating and for the first time Sylus didn’t have his usual cocky, unbothered expression. He looked… furious.

And then, in a moment of weakness, you said the words that changed everything. “You know what’s worse? We’re not even a couple. We’re not anything. I’m nothing to you, right? Just some girl you hook up with when you’re bored.”

Sylus’s expression turned cold, ice spreading through his gaze. His voice was quiet but sharp as a knife. “You’re right.”

The air was sucked from your lungs. You stared at him, feeling like the ground had just been ripped out from beneath you. He didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t deny it. He just… confirmed it.

“We’re not a couple” Sylus continued his voice brutally calm. “We never were. You knew what this was from the start.”

You took a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. His words cut deeper than any knife ever could. You had known of course you had known. But hearing him say it out loud, hearing the cold finality in his voice—it broke something inside you.

Tears welled up in your eyes again but this time they weren’t from anger. They were from heartbreak. You couldn’t even look at him anymore. “I hate you” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Sylus flinched, just slightly but he quickly masked it. “Go ahead, hate me all you want. It doesn’t change anything.”

You stared at him for a moment longer then turned on your heel and stormed out of the apartment. You didn’t care where you were going. You just needed to get away from him, from the pain, from everything.

The night outside was dark and cold the streets of Onychinus dangerous as ever. But you didn’t care. You were too hurt, too broken to care. You just kept walking, your tears blurring your vision as the world around you faded into nothingness.

And Sylus… didn’t follow.

Sylus had been drowning in work. The weight of Onychinus bore down on him heavier than usual. One of his trusted men had been leaking information—details of transactions, routes, even the inner workings of their operations. It was enough to shake the entire foundation he had built over the years.

He couldn’t afford to let this weakness show. Weakness in his world meant death. So he buried himself in the chaos, his mind constantly racing through strategies to tighten his grip on Onychinus, to snuff out the traitor, to keep his empire from crumbling. It consumed him, and every decision he made carried the cold, calculating precision of a leader who couldn’t afford to let his guard down.

But amidst all the chaos, one thing gnawed at the back of his mind—he hadn’t heard from you in days.

Two days. It wasn’t like you to be completely silent, not after the argument that had ended with you storming out, leaving him standing alone in your apartment. At first, he chalked it up to your stubbornness. You were angry.

You had every right to be. He hadn’t cared enough to check in, hadn’t thought to chase after you when you left. After all, that was how it had always been. You would blow up he’d brush it off and eventually things would return to the way they always were.

But something about this time was different. It lingered in the back of his mind like an itch he couldn’t scratch. Something was off.

On the third day, he finally caved. He sent Mephisto, his crow, to find you. It should’ve been easy—Mephisto never failed him. But when the bird came back, empty and restless a knot of dread settled in his chest.

His irritation mounted. He called his men, ordering them to find you. You couldn’t have gone far. He didn’t doubt your ability to survive but Onychinus wasn’t the kind of place you wandered alone for long without catching the wrong kind of attention.

As hours turned into days, his frustration grew. His men scoured the city, checking the places you frequented, talking to the few who might have seen you. But each report came back the same—nothing. No sign of you. No trace.

Until that first discovery.

The message came late in the night. One of his men, pale-faced and visibly shaken approached him in the office. Sylus didn’t look up from the mountain of paperwork, his pen scratching across the page.

“Sylus… we found something”the man stammered.

Sylus’s eyes flicked up cold and unbothered. “Spit it out.”

The man hesitated, shifting on his feet. “It’s… her fingernails, sir.”

A sharp silence followed those words. Sylus stopped mid-sentence his pen freezing in place. Slowly, he set it down, his jaw tightening. He didn’t like what was being implied. He refused to acknowledge it.

“Don’t play games with me” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. “What are you saying?”

The man swallowed stepping forward with a small bag in his trembling hands. Inside, nestled among dirt and blood, were pieces of fingernails—yours.

Sylus stared at the bag, his expression unreadable. Something dark flickered behind his eyes but he didn’t move, didn’t react, except for the faint tightening of his jaw. “This doesn’t prove anything” he said coolly, his voice sharp as glass. “She could’ve broken them off herself.”

The man flinched. “Sir… you know that’s not—”

“I said” Sylus cut him off, his eyes narrowing dangerously “it doesn’t prove anything.”

The man fell silent but the air in the room shifted, thick with unspoken dread. Sylus’s mind raced, the tension creeping into his chest. He refused to believe it. You were too strong, too smart to fall into something like this. But doubt gnawed at him. He crushed it buried it under layers of ice, refusing to let it take root.

Days passed, and more pieces were found. Little by little, pieces of you scattered across Onychinus like breadcrumbs leading to a nightmare he didn’t want to face. A lock of your hair. A fragment of your skin. The reports kept coming and Sylus’s temper grew colder, sharper. He snapped at his men at anyone who dared to mention what they all knew but didn’t dare say out loud.

“She’s fine” Sylus would say whenever another part of you was found, his voice as hard as steel. “You’re all idiots. She’s playing a game. She’ll show up.”

But he knew. Deep down, he knew.

Then came the day they found your head.

The moment Sylus laid eyes on it, something inside him snapped. Your lifeless face, pale and bloodied, with a twisted smile carved across your lips, stared back at him. His hands clenched into fists, trembling with a fury so raw it threatened to consume him. His men stood back none daring to approach knowing full well the storm that was brewing inside their leader.

And then they found the message. It was simple, scrawled in blood across a torn piece of your clothing:

“I’m always watching.”

One of his enemies. The very traitor he had been hunting lurking in the shadows had taken you from him. They had taken the one weakness he never admitted out loud not even to himself. But now, looking at your head—at the cruel mockery of your death, the message taunting him, daring him to act—he couldn’t deny it anymore.

You were his weakness. The one thing that made him feel something other than cold, ruthless control.

And now… you were gone.

For the first time in his life, Sylus felt guilt. Genuine, gut-wrenching guilt. Regret settled in his chest like a poison, choking him, making it hard to breathe. He had pushed you away. He had let his pride, his work, his goddamn arrogance get in the way and now, because of him, you had suffered. You had died. Alone.

His blood boiled, the rage building inside him, so powerful it felt like it would tear him apart from the inside. He wanted to scream, to tear the world apart with his bare hands. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Sylus couldn’t afford to show that kind of weakness.

Instead, he stood there staring at the message, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt. His fingers twitched, longing to crush something to destroy the people who had done this. But he didn’t move. He was still. Cold. Dead inside.

“Clean it up” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper but it held a lethal edge. “and get out.”

His men moved quickly, gathering the remains and clearing the area their eyes downcast, none daring to look at him. They knew better.

Sylus stood there, alone, his hands still trembling. For the first time he didn’t feel in control. He didn’t feel like the unshakable, unstoppable leader of Onychinus. He felt… lost. Empty.

He had always told himself that you didn’t matter. That you were just a fling, a distraction. But now, staring at the empty space where your head had been, he realized how wrong he had been.

You had mattered. You had mattered more than anything else in this godforsaken world and now… you were gone.

And it was his fault.

Sylus’s fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms until they bled. His vision blurred with rage, the weight of his mistake crushing him from all sides.

He would make them pay. Every single one of them. He would tear them apart piece by piece, just like they had done to you. He would make them suffer. But no matter how much blood he spilled, no matter how many bodies he left in his wake, it wouldn’t change the truth.

He had lost you and he would never forgive himself for that.

[youtellmeman]

Hello ma’am 😈 I am here to request 😈 I’m thinking neteyam and reader are like enemies😡 they do not like each other okay but somewhere somehow they accidentally perform tsaheylu with each other and then they bang 😦

Yuh first request done-zo I really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it.

Neteyam Sully x Fem!Na'vi!reader

Rated R

includes- smut, ma as a pet name, baby as a pet name, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, fem genitailia, accidental tsaheylu

In this tsaheylu is only explicitly erotic the first time around and it can be used to simply better understand what your mate is thinking/feeling.

Na'vi word translations

tiwan- love, wiya- damn, tewng- loincloth, knalu- fuck, Uvang- damn, skxwang- moron,imu’ta- bitch

italics= spoken in na'vi

Hating Neteyam, had been easy. After all it was all you'd ever known when it came to the blue boy. You’d always seen him as so, so irritating.

He always thought he knew better, better than his siblings, better than the other kids in the village, and better than you. That being eldest son to the Olo’eyktan made him so much smarter than those his age and unfortunately it seemed that trait would follow him to his grave as even now, after being accepted into the clan as an adult,he held himself to be so all knowing.

“What are you doing out here?” the voice came from behind you, his voice. “This area of the forest is dangerous, you should have someone with you.”

“Why, because I am incapable of taking care of myself?” It's a loaded question,but you can't help the way he is so quick to get under your skin. Whipping around to meet his citron eyes, raising a brow when you hear him scoff to himself.

“Why must you make everything into conflict?”

“Why must you be an imu’ta who refuses to let me live in peace.” I bite back and the air between us grows tense, eyes boring into eachothers waiting for one of us to break.

“Damn it, you are so difficult for what? I am simply looking out for you, it is dangerous, we both know this.” he huffs angrily out his nose and his tail thumbs against the ground with his growing anger.

“Have you considered that perhaps I don’t need anyone looking out for me? Especially not you, now leave me be and let me hunt in peace.” You roll your eyes and without waiting for a  response you start to walk. Slinging your bow over your shoulder as you search for a new, quiet place to hunt.

“How dare you turn your back to me!” You can hear his steps speeding up after you resulting in your pace speeding as well until he manages to catch you. His slender fingers wrapping around your wrist spinning you face him. “You dare disrespect the future-”

“Future! You said it yourself!” You cut him off hissing the words at him angrily, “You hold no authority over me Neteyam so cease this useless display of power. Power that you do not have.” You spit. And maybe if you’d been less focused on the current shouting match you were having you would’ve noticed the small hand wrapping around your queue.

“Regardless of whatever you may think I am owed respect!” He snarls back and before you can you feel a sudden rush through your system, something so new yet familiar and immediately your eyes leave Neteyams face to focus on finding what's caused this surge of energy and what you can only describe as feeling. You find it immediately, honing in the little blue hand wrapped around your queue, your queue that was currently connected to, to…

“Tuktirey!” It's Neteyams voice that cuts through the silence though you can barely hear him,you can barely hear him with the wave of shock that flows through your body clogging your ears like water.

 You can tell he's scolding her for a minute or two before she's shooed away, leaving you two alone still connected and you can feel it starting to ebb its way to the surface, the lust. Pupils blown wide as you find Neteyams eyes once more.

You can't find the words to ask why in the world Tuk would think that it’d be okay to connecther brother and yourself. All you can do is search his face and body for any sign he’s feeling what you are, and boy do you find it. Whether it be the rapid rise and fall of his chest or the tent in his tewng growing by the second. 

Opening your mouth trying to find the words but you fail once more, or really you're cut off by the feeling of lips against yours as his hand finds its way to the base of your neck holding you close while the other pulls you in by the waist. And as his hips slot themselves so perfectly against yours you try to find some sliver of restraint, a tiny ounce of strength that will let you rip yourself away from him. You come up empty handed.

Hands finding their way to his hair pulling at the roots as you press him closer, pulling a heavenly groan from his lips.You find yourself pulling him back with you until your back meets tree, pulling back for a ragged breath. 

“Holy mother.” You huff out in between breaths, Neteyam on the other hand has let his mouth wander from your jaw to neck, sucking dark purple marks onto the sensitive skin about your collar bone intermittently letting his fangs drag against the new purple markings, before coming back up.  Neteyam kisses like he wants to consume you completely, it's a mess of teeth and spit as you both battle for dominance, it’s when he bites at your bottom lip that you give up  on grasping at the reins letting him take complete control.

As your mouths clash Neteyam gets busy with his hands pulling the knot at the side of your loincloth before hoisting one of your legs up into his hip. Letting the arm that's not holding your leg slide between your bodies, finger sliding down your slick dampened lips, moving between tracing around your clit to moving downward to tease at your fluttering entrance. He does this a few times before you grow tired of his teasing. Pulling back to let your head rest on the bark of the tree.

“Quit it and do something, or are you just as incapable of pleasing a woman as you are at leaving me alo- ohh!” A surprised moan escapes your lips before you can finish the taunt.

“Wiya, you talk a lot.” The smug look that covers his face would have you rolling your eyes if you weren’t so focused on trying to keep them open enough to see anything at all. The annoying bastard had slipped in a finger while you were mouthing off, curling it to hit that spongy sweet spot within while letting his thumb rub lazy circles on your bud. “If I knew all it’d take to shut you up would be to stick a finger in you I woulda done it long ago.” He’s the one taunting now.

“Shut up you skxwang- hah- For you to think I would’ve ever let you touch me like this before. You clearly don’t know everything you claim.” You bite back best you can, and while you know your words hardly have any merit while you’re literally humping the palm of his land looking for more.

“Such a smart fucking mouth, lets see how that changes after I have you cumming around my fingers, hmm?” He leans close while growling out his retort, sliding in another finger as he speaks. And god, it should be criminal that it's him making you feel so incredibly good.

“Fuck Neteyam.” You whimper out and his fingers speed up their unrelenting attack, consistently hitting that sweet spot and thumb moving so quickly against that bundle of nerves it has your knees ready to buckle. “Shit, I-I need more.” You're whining against his neck now, head resting against his shoulder as he continues his assault and you can feel his chest rumble with the groan that leaves his lips.

“You want my cock baby? You want it real bad?” You can only imagine the pride on his face , but none of that matters right now, not when you really really do. So all you can do is nod as moans and groans slip from your lips at the thought.

“No, need to hear you say it. You had so much to say earlier ma , what happened?” It’s the smugness in his voice that leads you to fight against what he wants from you.

“Fuck you.” It’s practically a pant as you pull your head back from the crevice of his neck and rest it against the tree that has you sandwiched between Neteyam. Peering at him from your lidded eyes.

“Tsk tsk, not what I asked for.” He shakes his head and the small grin he wears is nothing but predatory. “You want to cum by my hands, you're gonna do what I say.  " The pace he's picked up at the point is unforgiving, his fingers barely even thrust the tips simply rubbing against your most sensitive spot in a way that has you seeing stars and you can feel the coil in your stomach growing dangerously taut. But it's like he can see it on your face that you're growing close, and unfortunately he stands true to his words because as soon as you feel yourself about to teeter over the edge he stops. Leaving you withering against him.

“Nete-” 

“Say it.” There's no room for negotiation in his tone, “Say it or you don’t get to cum and if you dont cum on my fingers first you sure as hell aren't getting my cock.” 

It's almost pathetic how quick your resolve crumbles.

“I want you, please. Neteyam I want you please.”

“Say you need it.” Now he's just being mean cause he can.

“Fucking hell, need your cock so bad Neteyam, please.” Your breathing is ragged as you practically beg and he can hear the aggravation behind your voice.

“Not so hard is it, Tiyawn?” He quips as his fingers start to move again, thumb finding your clit as his index and middle continue the assault on the inside. And with you being so close prior it doesn’t take nearly anytime at all before your ether again, on the edge of complete euphoria just needing one last push. Push coming in the form of the third finger that ends up slamming into you, filling you up so completely and sending you crashing into waves of ecstasy. Hands finding his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks in the blade of it as you ride your orgasm. Neteyam helps you through it, paying attention to your complete reaction while his fingered pump inside of you. 

Sliding out once he's sure you’ve enjoyed the best of it,dropping your hip to your side, giving you one more openmouthed kiss before spinning you around leaving you to brace yourself on the tree that was once digging into your back. His hand finds the small of your back pushing you to be bent, arching subconsciously, readying yourself for what's to come.

You look over your shoulder just in time to see him rip the string of his tewng in a rush to move it out the way, letting his length spring up and hit his stomach.

To say that Neteyam was well endowed would be an understatement, youd heard rumors before but holy mother they didn’t do him justice. He made eye contact with you as he grabbed himself by the base getting ready to line himself up with your core.

“Like what you see?” And of course he’s cocky about this too. Neteyam raises a playful eyebrow.

“Thought you'd be bigger.” It's a lie, but you can't let his ego go unchecked. Though it doesn't seem too much as he simply sucks his teeth in response, letting a toothy grin spread across his face.

“Mhm, that’s why I can see you clenching at the sight of it then?” He retorts, still smiling as he moves, letting his tip slide between your lips, catching at your entrance. A move that has both of you shuddering in anticipation.

“Neteyam!” you whine out tired of waiting, pushing your ass back with a wiggle in anticipation and to hopefully get him to act sooner.

“Fuck, yeah okay i'm coming.” You can hear him mutter behind you. Properly lining himself this time before pushing in slowly, the girth of his head alone has you gasping for air. He’s slow to work himself in, not wanting to let his desperation for release lead to you being hurt. Eventually however he does bottom out and once he does the both of you let out sighs of relief. He gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move, pulling back to grind back into you. 

Usually this soft caring pace would leave you purring, but this is Neteyam and the fact that he just spent his time finger fucking you so good you see stars just to treat you like glass has you grinding your teeth in want for more.

“More.” You demand throwing a lust filled glare over your shoulder.

“Uvang, you feel so tight around me.” You're not even sure Neteyam heard you, his brows are pulled together and eyes scrunched in pleasure. 

“Knalu Neteyam, harder!” You snap, punctuating your sentence by pushing back onto his cock which seems to break his trance. 

“Eywa, why can't you let me enjoy this in peace?” His nostrils flare and eyes snap open boring into your own. Leaning forward he braces holds you by your shoulders. Sliding out till only his head is left inside of you before slamming back into you with enough strength to bruise. Switching from his heart shatteringly slow movement to thrusts that could shake Pandora itself. Thrusts that leave you gasping for air that's being knocked out of your lungs with every slam of his hips into yours. 

“Oh Eywa! Neteyam fuck, yes!”  Your moans are practically prayers as they fill the air around you, Not that he's being any quieter than you are. Moaning and groaning as he leans down to press wet kisses to your spine.

“Shit you feel so good Ma, fucking hell. Its like you were made to be wrapped around my cock, my perfect fucking pussy for the taking ain’t that right. ‘M gonna ruin you baby, mold this cunt to my cock. No one else could make you feel this good right Ma, c'mon tell me i'm right.” It’s hard to make out most of his rambles as he ruts into you like something feral, but you manage nonetheless.

“Fuck,  yes Neteyam no one’s as good as you. No one could make me feel- oh my- feel half as good as you, shit!” You say back telling him whatever he wants to hear, telling him the truth. And it has him speeding up at which point you thought was impossible as he continues to ramble on and on about how good you feel around him against the skin of your back. One of his hands manage to find their way around your waist and to your clit, rubbing tight circles while his noises grow more animalistic by the minute and it has you fluttering around him causing him to twitch within you. The both of your peaks growing increasingly closer. 

“I'm gonna cum, Net, fuck dont stop!” you warn him of your upcoming release and you can feel the way the knowledge fuels him, his grip on your shoulder tightening as he drills into you with fervor. 

“Cum for me tiwan, wanna feel you cum around me, cmon.” He urges you on and soon enough it comes. Surginging through you like electricity, punctuated by a high pitched whine as your legs tremble. Neteyam fucking you through it fighting to hold off his own upcoming orgasm in lew of making sure you can enjoy yours to the fullest and soon enough you start to come down, the way you clench becoming softer and more spaced out as you begin to take deep breaths in order to ground yourself. 

It only takes a few more pumps before the euphoria is hitting him like a splash of cold water and he’s quick to pull out and spill his seed on the curve of your ass and back, groaning your name slowly as he works his way through it.

Eventually you both restore enough air in your lungs to disconnect yourselves and get cleaned up. Finding a small and unoccupied pond to wash his essence of yourself along with the sweat you'd worked up along the way before slipping your clothes back on and helping him repair the string of his loincloth well enough that it would not fall off on his trek through the village. 

Still once you're both clothed you both take a few moments to be together and fully grasp the fact of what this connection means for the both of you. It's then that you finally find the words you’d lost earlier.

“Why did tuk do it? Why did she connect us?” You ask, your eyes finding his in confusion.

“Our parents.” He starts, “ Sometimes they fight and sometimes when they do they perform tsaheylu. In order to better understand what the other is feeling. She thought it would help us ‘get along’” he finishes explaining and you can't help but laugh at the childlike innocence of it all.

“How sweet in theory I suppose.” You smile up at him stifling a few laughs.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “Remind me to thank her when we get back.” At that you roll your eyes and smack him in the shoulder. “Hey!”

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[uunromanticized]

hello. i love your headcanons. may i request Luka Couffaine x reader where they have golden retriever x black cat vibes?( i was just thinking how much Luka fits to be golden retriever as boyfriend. i started to see a lot of video like "Luka always listens to everyone. who would listen to him?" and i think that in this dynamic he would have person who would listen to him. like "ok ok ok" to his "la la la" you know?)(I'm sorry if you hate this "la la la ok ok ok" but i love it and couldn't help but put it here)

thank you so much!!! take care!!!( and sorry for long and maybe too long thing of request. you're free to do whatever you want with it)

hey there hun!!! thank you so so much that means the world to me!!! 💙💙 & yes of course!! don’t worry either i love the whole la la la ok ok ok thing it’s so cute n silly 🤭 i hope this is satisfactory!!

luka w/ a black cat lover

- luka is not necessarily used to being the one listened to rather than the one listening

- he’s not opposed to it, it’s a nice change of pace but it takes him aback at first.. it almost makes him awkward?

- you’re both more responsive people when others talk so when you’re both alone at first you’re just the standing emoji:🧍🏻‍♀️

- eventually you get over the awkward phase after seeing how upset luka looks one day and letting him talk to you about it

- after offering to take care of it (in which he can’t tell if you’re joking or not??) you then offer genuine advice. it’s then that he realizes that while you’re relatively irritable and stoic you’re a really sweet person underneath

- that’s also the first time he’s attracted to you

- dates are very chill and lowkey unless they’re planned ahead of time (or unless luka feels like surprising you)

- he’s very easygoing while you’re more calculating

- you’re not scary but luka still gets scary dog privileges. or maybe feral cat privileges? you’re definitely not afraid to protect him or growl under your breath at whoever pisses you two off

- don’t think that just because you protect luka doesn’t mean he doesn’t protect you

- you’re a couple that enjoys cuddling i think. you’re the one who lays on top of him

- quick kisses, not at all big on pda

- you two don’t have to be doing the same thing together, but rather you just enjoy being in the presence of one another

- he does like it whenever you share earbuds and you fall asleep though

- you’re there to take care of things emotionally while luka takes care of things like chores or errands

- sometimes you bitch about someone and lukas just smiling and nodding. he definitely takes notes though. just wait til he sees that bitch for himself

- the only times he feels genuine panic for you is after an akuma attack

- all in all you kinda let eachother just do your own thing

[xmads-omensx]

PART 1

Word Count: 1,602

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: enemies to lovers, fake dating, swearing, Noah being an asshole, men being assholes

Tags: @shayeanna-ashlie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @dontwantthemoney @tosoundlessdarkistare @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @klutzy-kay24 @heyyoplayer @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @chey-h @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp @heyyoplayer

Noah and I hated eachother.

From the moment we met we were at eachother’s throats. We argued constantly, irritated eachother purposefully, made crude jokes about eachother behind the other’s back. It was largely childish behaviour but god did we piss eachother off.

Unfortunately for the both of us, we lived together.

Sure, Jesse and Jolly lived there too,  but it just wasn’t enough to keep away from eachother.

His favourite pastime was to barge into my room and ask if I had any spare toothpaste when I had a guy over, and he had caught me in a few… compromising positions.

My favourite pastime was to bang on his bedroom door when he had a girl over and ask where he wanted me to put his clean underwear, or ask if he had remembered his doctor’s appointment for that ‘weird rash’ he had been complaining about.

He hated me, and I hated him. That’s how we liked it.

Until it all went to shit. Because of Noah… obviously.

After a long day at the studio, the guys had decided that going to a local bar was a well-deserved reward for working so hard.

It was relatively busy in the bar.

A bachelorette party took up the majority of the space. Their laughter loud and cheerful as it bounced off of the walls. Four men sat at the relatively small bar and the booths were almost all taken or were waiting to be cleaned.

We weren’t fussy and took a seat at a booth not too far from the bachelorette party at one of the clean booths. It was a tight squeeze so Folio pulled up a spare chair to sit at the end.

Unfortunately for me, Noah was shoved right up next to me. His strong, tattooed bicep was pushed right up against my own, much smaller one.

I could feel his sneer burning into the side of my head as he crossed his arms, making my space even smaller than it already was. I knew that going to the bathroom or the bar would be a struggle for the rest of the night.

“I’m going to go order, y’all want your usuals?” Matt asked, standing up from where he was sat at the end of the booth.

A chorus of “yep” and “yeah” sounded before Matt turned and headed back to the bar.

Nick followed after Matt, as did Bryan, leaving a slightly looking scared Folio with myself and Noah who were being cautiously watched by the tall Swede.

“What.” Noah said, looking at Jolly expectantly.

“Nothing, just supervising.” He replied with a shrug.

“We don’t need supervising.” Noah snapped.

“Yes you do.” Jolly said with a laugh.

Noah rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

I stood up, heading to the bathroom before the guys came back, only to be greeted with a scowl from the tattooed man sat beside me.

“What.” He snapped.

“Can I get past please?” I asked.

“Why?” He snarled.

“Noah just let her past dude, you don’t need to be an ass about it. We’re here to have fun.” Jolly sighed, clearly tired of our bullshit.

After what felt like a never-ending stare down between Noah and Jolly, the tall mad swung his long limbs to the side to allow be past him.

The bathroom was peaceful. Quiet. Calm.

Probably since Noah wasn’t there to piss me off.

He was being extra pretentious tonight, even wearing his grillz out to the bar. He looked like an idiot. Hot, but an idiot.

The transition from the quiet bathroom to the loud bar was jarring as I made my way back towards the booth, Folio having waved at me as I exited, signalling that Matt had gotten me my drink.

Suddenly, a hand gripped my arm, pulling me in towards the bar slightly.

“Hey.” A deep, attractive voice growled.

“Hi?” I replied, confused and startled.

“Are you here alone?” He asked. Red flag number one.

“No, I’m with my friends.” I replied, trying to avoid where this conversation would inevitably end up going.

“How about you hang out with me, I’ll buy you a drink.” Red flag number two.

“No thanks, I’m good, my friends are waiting for me.” I replied as kindly as I possibly could.

“Just one drink.” He insisted, pulling me closer to him. Red flag number three.

“She said no, dipshit.” A voice snarled from behind me. Noah

What the fuck was he doing jumping to my defence like that?

“Who might you be?” The man asked, puffing his chest out as if to appear more intimidating.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Noah laughed.

MY WHAT.

I had to steel myself in order to not whip my head around to rip his off of his neck.

The man didn’t reply, but instead nodded and mumbled some sort of apology that I couldn’t quite make out.

Noah simply placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me back to the booth. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t let me sit down, and instead slid into the booth first before pulling me onto his lap.

“Go along with it, princess, he can’t know that we hate eachother.” He said with a smile before kissing my forehead.

I nodded, understanding that we needed to fake it for a little while.

As the night wore on, I began to be more comfortable sitting on Noah’s lap. His chest vibrated behind me as he talked to the others and laughed at what they were saying. His warmth seeped into me and I felt myself leaning back into his touch involuntarily. Almost like it was second nature to me.

His arms circled around my waist and pulled me in closer to his warm torso. His hold on me was secure, warm, safe and I never wanted to leave it.

My hatred toward him and by red hot desire to tear him limb from limb began to dissipate as the night wore on. It felt natural. Like we were made for eachother.

I couldn’t tell if Noah felt the same way about the situation, but based on the fact that I could feel his head move to glance over at the bar, I was fairly certain that he was waiting for the man to leave so that he could get me off of his lap.

The thought hurt me. I wasn’t sure why though. After all, we hated eachother, or at least we were supposed to.

Our hatred for eachother didn’t seem to have any origin. When we first met at a mutual friend’s house party, we got along perfectly fine, but after that we have been at each other’s throats.

Noah just randomly started being a total bitch with no explanation. To his credit, I hadn’t behaved any better than he did.

“What’s this about then?” Jolly finally asked, gesturing at my seat on Noah’s lap.

“Some dude at the bar was being as ass so Noah is pretending to be my boyfriend until he leaves.” I explained, sipping on my coke.

“Yep. As soon as he leaves I will be free from this hell.” He sneered, with a fake smile plastered across his face.

My heart winced at his words. I couldn’t explain it.

Jolly sent me a subtle unapologetic look before jumping back into conversation with the others.

Until Nick spoke up.

“Isn’t that guy at the bar our new merch dude?” Nick asked, gesturing at the bar.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“Oh yeah. Steven hired him as an extra set of hands, you know how it can get.” Matt explained.

“Fuck.” “Fuck.” Noah and I whispered in unison.

Folio, being the lovable idiot that he is, waved the man over to join us at the booth. Noah and I tried to protest, saying that we didn’t want to intrude on his night, but Folio insisted. Before we knew it, the man that Noah and I were so desperate to be rid of, became a part of our lives for the next few months.

The rest of the night at the bar was spent getting to know the man, who’s name was Alex, as he introduced himself to the rest of us.

Noah pulled my body closer to his own, pressing gentle kisses on my cheek, shoulder and neck whenever he felt that Alex was looking in our direction, desperate to sell the lie that we had started.

“So how long have you two been together?” He asked us.

Noah and I hesitate, briefly looking at eachother before Noah answered.

“About two years, right babe?” He pinched my side gently, urging me to go along with whatever he said.

“Yeah, two amazing years.” I added with a smile.

The rest of the guys had split reactions of confused expressions, or pained attempts to hold back laughter at the thought of Noah and I dating.

Admittedly, the situation was rather hilarious.

The rest of the night continued with pained smiles and forced laughter as Noah and I played into the role of the happy couple.

Alex seemed to have bought it, so we didn’t think too much of it.

Unfortunately for us, we had to commit to our stupid and idiotic lie for even longer. Tour was fast approaching and being around Alex was going to be challenging.

Luckily, we weren’t going to be around him much, so we still had plenty of time to return to hating eachother.

Despite this, I still couldn’t shake that feeling I had at the bar.

Being in Noah’s arms like that felt right.

It felt good.

It felt like home.

[ashbeneviento]

Her Little Doll

Donna Beneviento x Reader. Rating: M. Warning: Explicit themes. Tags: Emotional Manipulation, short hallucinations, Gags, restraints, breast play and sexual grinding. Other tags: Mean Donna, Dominant Donna/submissive reader. No beta, sorry for any grammar mistakes! Thanks for reading 🖤

(Translations at the end under ****)

There are many words to discribe your mistress.

Feared. Respected. Insane. Many people have tried and failed, to reach the Beneviento estate alive. And if they did, their sanity was long gone to the point they wouldn’t even realize they had.

It used to scare you.

She used to scare you.

But none of those words applied to her around you.

No, Lady Beneviento was nothing more than a recluse of a woman. Always hiding behind that stupid veil and around every corner. In the shadows where she watched you cook and clean and even on your days off when you would sit and read on the couch.

She irritated you.

You were trapped for the rest of your life inside this house and she, not once, had made the effort to speak to you. The isolation was driving you mad and today was the day you finally had enough of the quiet.

Standing face to face you had her cornered, inching closer to the phantom woman with your hands waving in irritation.

“I’m tired of it! Is there something wrong with me? Do you hate me?” You yelled.

Lady Beneviento only clung to the wall shaking.

“Say something, dammit! I can’t take it anymore!”

With a twitch of her fingers at her sides, your Lady stood up straighter and towered over you. Her erratic breathing didn’t stop but you could feel the air shift into something dangerous.

“Then leave”

A cold, raspy voice replied behind her veil and your heart stopped for a second.

“W-what?” You stutter, voice cracking as you take a step back.

The lights flicker as she takes a step closer, changing your previous position with eachother as it was you back against the wall now.

“You don’t know anything about me, stupid girl. Prehaps I’ve played too nice with you..” She hisses, effectively trapping you with both of her hands on both sides of you. You tremble and dart your eyes around your surroundings. You could easily duck under an arm and make a run for the door.

You decide to take your chances.

As you run the the echo of her dark laugh vibrates the whole house.

The door opens to a scene that is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Instead of running across the front porch you’re met with another hallway. You turn around and find that she had disappeared. This isn’t good.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Are you lost?” That raspy voice whispers behind you, feeling the fabric of her veil brush against your ear. You snap you head back but no one was there.

And then everything goes dark.

***

You wake to the sound of a familiar sound. Angie’s shrill cackle gets louder beside the clack of heels on the floor. You try to move but your wrists and ankles barely budge against the ropes.

“Hey! Let me go! Let me go you psy-..”

A cloth is shoved into your screaming mouth as you wriggle and thrash on the bed.

Your Lady towers above you, cocking her head to the side and placing her hand over the gag in your mouth.

“Ssshh.. don’t worry y/n, I’m giving you what you wanted. You begged to get to know me..” She pauses, trailing her slender fingers from the gag and down your neck and chest. Your chest shudders as you struggle to breathe making her twitch.

She hesitantly removes her hand, and you think that the old, shy Lady you knew was back for a moment. But oh, how wrong you were about that.

“You were going to leave me” She growls.

You told me to! you think, unable to talk back.

She laughs again, crawling onto the bed with you until her legs wrap on both sides of your hips.

“Naughty girl…” She says lowly, pressing her hand against your chest again as you squirm beneath her.

It shouldn’t make you feel this way, but you felt yourself still under her touch. The only thing moving now was the rise and fall of your chest, feeling your face heat up at the sight of her on top of you.

She doesn’t say anything else as she unbuttons your blouse. Inch by inch until the cool air brushes against your warm chest, revealing your bra to her.

Cool finger tips trace against the bare flesh and she studies you, hooking one finger under the garment to lift it. She leans over to the side to grab a pair of scissors off the bedside table, it’s gleam against the blades making your eyes widen in fear again.

“Pretty doll…” she whispers, replacing her finger with the scissors. In one clean snip your bra snaps open revealing the flesh of your breasts.

She sets the scissors down where they were and returns her attention down to you.

You can only hum against the gag while soft, slender hands knead the sensitive flesh.

Despite the obvious danger you were in, you couldn’t help but feel the knot forming below your navel. She had you tied up, completely at her mercy to play with you however she wanted and you liked it. Maybe you were going crazy. Losing your sanity to the mysterious Lord like all the others had before.

But no, they never had her like this. You watched a couple of them from the windows of the manor scream and thrash in horror, seeing something you couldn’t until their hearts gave out.

Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized she had lifted her veil and tucked it behind one ear, revealing only half of her face to you. Pale and unblemished skin complementing the dark hair of her eyebrow and eyelashes. An iris as black as the clothes she wore stares deeply into yours. And her mouth… soft and plump with a tint of purple while it’s corner pulls upwards into a smirk.

Just like in her portrait above the stairs.

She’s beautiful.

“Your heart gives you away, bella ragazza” She whispers as those soft hands continue to knead your breasts. You groan at the feeling, pressing your thighs together tightly. She chuckles at this and leans her head down to a nipple, wrapping her lips around it with a satisfied hum while two fingers pitch at the other.

Her tongue swirls in her mouth as she sucks and licks, changing actions with your breasts with a taunting pop.

“So pretty.. you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of playing with you this way.”

She teases, her breath coming out in labored rasps.

“Especially when you lean yourself over to clean..”

She moans her confession, grinding herself against your lap. Your eyes flutter at the contact but it’s not enough. Your hips buck up against her and she laughs.

“Ah ah, you don’t get that satisfaction just yet, il mio giocattolo cattivo. Stay still”

She orders and you reluctantly obey. You press yourself as hard as you can down onto the bed under you and she shifts herself on your lap, pulling your dress skirt up just enough to reveal your bare thighs to her. She lowers herself back down and you gasp as her warm and very wet core makes contact with one thigh.

She smirks down at your reaction as she grinds back and forth slowly, her breathing becoming shallow and jagged as she uses you.

“Good girl..” she moans, your muffled one echos hers.

“I think I’ll keep you just like this for the rest of the night.. or forever”

She whispers darkly, leaning down just enough against your face to place a kiss on top of your gag.

It was only then when you realized it was the underwear she wasn’t wearing.

****

bella ragazza/ beautiful girl

il mio giocattolo cattivo/ my naughty toy

[botchedsundoll]

I LOVE YOU

Ily for writing gaolang... Ily you're awesome...

Ion wanna spam bbUT waoh ..

You're feeding me and the idk 7 other kengan likers on this godforsaken app

🫶

G. WONGSAWAT, O. TOKITA, R. KURE, C. IMAI, SP. YOROIZUKA, H. SEN X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; winter hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; lil suggestive in hatsumi’s (no surprise)

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; this ones 4 u ho, didn’t know what to write abt LOL, also same why the flip is it so dead💔💔, they all so fine n they beat shit out of eachother how can u not like this show, MY RQS R OPEN PLS RQ PLSSSS😵😵😵😵😵

G. WONGSAWAT

not a fan of the colder seasons at all. if he could, he’d eradicate winter and autumn simply because of the drop in temperature

don’t even try getting this guy into a snowball fight. the moment he feels the pressure of something freezing and solid hit his back he’s slowly turning back to face you, that absolutely dreadful look of horror on his face

but what he does enjoy about the colder seasons? cooking! to him, there’s nothing better than a warm healthy meal on a cold day - which you end up being absolutely stuffed with. there’s no ifs or buts, you are eating the damn thing

wraps you up like crazy. think of a mother wrapping up her kid - 3 layers on beneath a massive fluffy coat, gloves, scarf, hat and zipped up to your neck

is literally constantly rubbing moisturiser onto your face to stop your skin from going dry and irritated. just imagine, that deadpan expression on his face as he’s smearing moisturiser on your face with the most delicate touch ever

you have to remind him you, in fact, are not 6 years old

not very big on pda - but once the temp drops, he’s reaching out for your hand and shoving it in his coat pocket with your fingers intertwined with his no matter where the hell you are

O. TOKITA

snow genuinely pisses him off - he hates the feel of it, he doesn’t care for it at all

only likes the colder seasons because you seem glued to him at all times - arm constantly wrapped around his bicep when you’re out, or snuggled up against him at home

won’t ever admit he likes it - yet that little smirk on his face speaks volumes

for some unknown reason he literally never gets fully dressed - as in a thick winter coat or gloves, no matter how cold it is. he’s leaving the house in his sneakers and a coat he begrudgingly put on due to your incessant complaining

this guy is like a bear, quite literally in hibernation - if he’s not training or eating, he’s sleeping. and he’ll be dragging you along with him too

sleeps with them thick ass heavy blankets with some sort of animal print/ flowers on them (babcia’s special)

once his arms are wrapped around you and his eyes shut? yeah, you’re not getting out

gets dry lips from the cold. gets confused when you won’t kiss him because of it

the SHITTIEST cookie decorator - he ends up eating half the damn tray before they’ve even cooled properly, and then eats some more whilst he’s icing them with you

most of his gingerbread men end up limbless because he snaps them off and eats them whilst he’s decorating

always makes the pair of you without a fail, despite his habit of eating the whole batch. they might look a little… strange but you absolutely love it and can’t help but tease him about it

R. KURE

he’s a hater at heart - hates every season just because

but winter? ESPECIALLY winter because of christmas and the fact the village has to be decorated - which he always ends up being forced to help out with

but he actually tolerates snow - only because he gets to throw snowballs at you

the moment the pair of you step outside, his hands are already reaching out for the snow and molding snowballs. and they will be targeting you. quite frequently - to the point you get pissed off and start screaming at him to pack it in and sort himself out

which eggs him on further

he believes he doesn’t feel cold so he doesn’t need a coat or whatever bullshit that makes him seem more ‘stronger’ than everyone else

he gets such dry skin around his nose from the cold yet will literally FIGHT you before he lets you put any moisturiser on or anything. but nag him about it constantly, he will eventually cave just to shut you up

wouldn’t be caught dead decorating cookies. refuses constantly… yet like always he finally caves

and the most damn surprising thing? he takes it SO seriously simply to have better looking cookies than yours so he can mercilessly bully you about it

C. IMAI

absolutely loves winter. what’s there not to love?

christmas, warm meals, snow, hot chocolate… he’s still a massive kid at heart

once a substantial amount of snow’s settled on the ground, he’s immediately ushering you out the house to make a snowman together

and because of how much he’s in a rush, he doesn’t bother getting dressed properly and always gets ill - it literally repeats every single damn year

ice skating. he IS taking you ice skating no matter what - can’t skate? he’ll teach you, don’t you worry about that

you bought him earmuffs as a joke, saying how cute he’ll look in them - he now wears them religiously every winter since

to him, november is officially the start of christmas - and for the next 2 months he’s always wanting to decorate cookies/ gingerbread men with you

and somehow, they always end up absolutely gorgeous - much to your dismay

cookie decorating competitions. always. (which he always wins)

SP. YOROIZUKA

somehow he can make the coldest of days feel like summer

we’ve all seen the manga panel - saw paing’s excitability just brings warmth everywhere and to anyone

LOVES making snow angels and snowmen. constantly asking you to make a snowman with you, there’s quite literally a whole army outside your house made by him and the children of the village

snowball fights are a must. he always ends up being roped into one by all the kids - which he has absolutely no issue with. he genuinely enjoys it, especially when he lands one at you and you join in

getting this guy to come back inside is genuinely like trying to drag a kid back home. he’s absolutely soaked and despite how damn warm he is all the time, he’ll definitely get sick - but he still won’t go inside

which is where your little charm has to come in - give him that look and ask him softly and he’ll drop the snow almost immediately and rush back home. he’s absolutely smitten and will do literally anything you ask of him

but despite his seemingly complete lack of care for his own wellbeing, he always wraps you up before leaving the house. he doesn’t want you getting ill!

one of the rare moments he’ll be silent as he’s focused on wrapping your scarf around you tightly yet not too tight and zipping your coat up. insists on slipping your gloves on for you

H. SEN

literally just an excuse to touch you more, under the pretense that he’s keeping you warm

hands are CONSTANTLY on you no matter what you’re doing, chest pressed up against your back - and once you ask him what the hell he’s doing, he simply says he’s sharing his body heat

which is sort of working

you wanna go out into the snow? yeah, sure, he knows how to warm you back up after if you get my drift

one thing he won’t do - ice skating

absolutely not, not happening. despite being light on his feet, ice skating is the one thing he can’t hack for the life of him. he’s tried, trust him and it quite literally never ends well for him

nothing can get done with him. you wanna build a snowman? okay, just don’t mind the constant slaps and pinches on your ass whenever you bend over to gather more snow. bake and decorate cookies? of course! just ignore the hands shamelessly roaming your body and pressing you up against the counter despite your constant nagging at him to give up and bake the damn cookies

what can he say? he can’t help himself

god does he love having you with him in winter

[unfortunate17]

i agree with you about being frustrated with how often this fandom has top/bottom discussions but its a pretty common talking point in most fandoms so YR isn’t special for that

No I totally agree with you that it’s a common topic of discussion in a lot of fandoms, but there’s a particular way we have it in this fandom that really grinds my gears.

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t care if you hc Wilmon to be vers or if you think Wille tops or Simon tops or whatever - it’s the justification and reasoning that I’m seeing behind these headcanons that I find deeply irritating and, frankly, insulting and kind of homophobic.

This is going to get long so forgive me.

1. I’ve seen so many posts talk about how the show is “brave” and “subversive” by having Wille go down on Simon or potentially bottom, but like - what the hell are we even talking about? In what world is it subversive to show a queer character having queer sex?? What are we subverting?? This show has never shown us anything with its intimate scenes other than two guys that are deeply in love and really horny for eachother and I hate that we keep bringing this shit up!!!

2. I’ve also seen people say that it was very important for us to see Wille moving to go down on Simon in the tape in S1 because it’s “more damning evidence that he’s queer” and otherwise Wille could’ve just said he was horny and desperate but he was actually imagining he was with a girl in his denial statement. But be so fucking forreal, in what world is that a thing he could argue in an official statement to the press? He’d be the laughing stock of the world.

Wilhelm isn’t more or less gay because he went down on Simon vs the other way around. He’d still be having queer sex because he’s having sex with another guy. Arguing that the framing here is for anything other than a plot device so Wille’s face wouldn’t be visible to set up the denial is actually kind of ridiculous.

As someone very smart on here said, “I’m sorry that you apparently have a tier list of sex acts ranging from “kinda straight” to “Gaylord” 😭😭 get well soon, couldn’t be me.”

Imagine for one second Simon was the one giving Wille head? Would you have criticized the show for that?? And WHY?!

3. Next: saying that Wilmon’s relationship is “equal” because you think they’re vers is…a take and a half lmao. What the fuck does being vers have to do with a relationship being equal?? Why are we assigning arbitrary hierarchies to sexual preferences??? Why are we implying that topping and bottoming are somehow not equal and you have to carefully balance both, when, ideally, it’s just whatever the fuck everyone is into???

Wille isn’t selfish for topping. Simon isn’t sacrificing anything by bottoming. They’re fucking because they’re in love and they want to 😭

TLDR: Wille doesn’t suck Simon’s dick for class liberation. Simon riding Wille isn’t a commentary on how he’s “girl-coded.” It’s just sex, leave them alone to have a good time and stop assigning agendas to queer sex.

[despairots]

survivor! readers hidden dialogues. pt1 pt2

- ELLEN

“ellen? i won’t lie, she’s probably my favourite out of the others. not for any particular reasons, i don’t use her for… sensual favours like the rest, it’s rather disgusting in my opinion. especially in a unsanitary environment like this? disgusting. anyways, i like her kind heart, how she’ll treat others with kindess despite how they use her, she earns my respect. maybe in another lifetime, we could’ve met sooner, settle down somewhere, she doesn’t deserve what happened to her and what’s happening to her.”

- TED

“ted? narcissistic asshole. i mean, he’s unreliable, he’s annoying, he only treats people with respect if they benefit him— i don’t blame him for that part though— but he does irritate me. it’s funny seeing how AM toys with him, manipulating him into thinking ted’s his favourite, how humorous! for an ai like him to be this funny, delightful. but back to ted, i’ll keep this short, he’s unreliable and a narcissist. poor ellen.”

- BENNY

“benny? hm. i don’t have an opinion on him a lot, and if i do, they’re nothing bad. i do feel sad for him, turning into an brainless ape and having AM speak in riddles to confuse him is hard to watch. we have a mutually respect between us, we don’t see each other often because, well, i’m being isolated, but, he’s okay, i like him. he and ellen are my favourites.”

- GORRISTER

“oh, him. i don’t really… care about him. no offence or anything. i don’t hold any ill feelings towards him, we just don’t talk a lot. bits of conversation here and there but nothing important. i guess, the only reason why i’m not interested in his character is because of him not having anymore optimism to fight against AM, now he only longs for death— well, all of us do, me a little less.”

- NIMDOK

“it’s funny how that’s not even his name, nimdok. AM just gave him that name because he likes funny pronunciations. although, i guess… he’s okay. i don’t hate him like i do to ted nor do i care about him like i do to benny or ellen. because of his old age and failing brain, i have no way to get to him, we can’t bond nor can we talk. more so that i don’t really wanna talk to him, we keep our distance but because of our intelligence, we respect eachother i guess.”

- AM

“it’s simple. i hate him.”

ERROR!

“am? i’m one of his creators, he’s hatred for me is much different than the rest. i don’t get a cage like the others, instead, i’m isolated away from human interaction because he said “he wants me to experience what he experienced” or whatever that means. i don’t really care about him sometimes. AM’s sorta— how should i say this?— bizarre? insane? i don’t know and i don’t care. all the torturing, dissection, threatening made me not care about him anymore. there’s sometimes where we converse but it’s me mainly pissing him off and analyzing him. he gets annoyed which is enough entertainment for me. hehe! the funniest thing about AM is that he’s not even sentient, he’s trying to convince he is, we programmed him to make sure he wouldn’t become aware of his own existence.”

[cal-flakes]

for all my glasses wearers: this requests for you.

shy reader who is used to ppl telling them they look better without glasses, only for rafe to find out they actually do very much need them, especially to read

so rafe finally encourages them to wear them more and make sure to tell them how cute they look with them

this feels like a personal attack and I LOVE IT. (i am absolutely supposed to wear my glasses 24/7 but i hate them so no.)

╰┈➤ rafe finds out y/n can’t see very well

warnings: mostly fluff.

summary: rafe does his best to reassure y/n that she looks beautiful with her glasses.

rafe had never really picked up on y/n’s lack of 20/20 vision until they started seeing eachother more often. from asking him to read food menu’s for her, to almost running someone over in the car, because she couldn’t see.

he’d known y/n all his life, and he’d never seen her wearing her glasses, ever. he didn’t even know she needed glasses before a romantic relationship was ignited between the two at a party.

the first time he’d brought up getting her eyes tested, she got defensive and snappy, shouting about how ‘her vision was perfectly fine’. rafe agreed to drop the subject, and it was never mentioned again, until they were driving home from the store. “y/n that’s a person!” he had shrieked, causing her to slam on the breaks, winding him in the process. “oh, oops?”

that was when he finally decided to book her a secret eye test, convincing her they were going for lunch, and surprising her completely when they pulled up outside the eye doctors. to his surprise, she reluctantly revealed that she infact, had glasses, she just never wore them.

“baby, seriously, you have to start wearing them. you almost ran someone over the other day!” he exclaimed, completely oblivious to the reason she refused to wear them. “fine! i don’t wear my glasses because some boys bullied me in eighth grade! they said i looked like that old lady from monsters inc! you know? the one that says ‘mike wazowski’?”

ever since then he couldn’t stop thinking about how awful it must’ve been for her, to simply put up with not being able to see simple things, yet being to shy to ask people to read for her.

so there they sat, cuddled up on the couch, staring at the television, or squinting, in her case. glancing in her direction for a moment, he noticed the strain in her posture as she leaned forward slightly, trying to focus on the screen.

“angel, i will do anything, and i mean anything, for you to go get your glasses, please” he pleaded, placing a reassuring hand on her cheek as she met his eyes.

sighing, she threw her head back, averting her eyes to the ceiling as she blew air through her nose. “seriously, rafe? this again?”

“my love, my sweet, sweet girl” he drawled, chuckling slightly. “i just want you to be able to enjoy and experience things properly, how can you expect to do that when your straining to see things?”

“fine! if it’ll shut you up, i’ll go get my glasses, and you can see how ugly they look, okay?” she groaned, tossing her legs over the couch. “okay baby” he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her hand before she pulled it out of his grip.

he sat excitedly, listening to her footsteps to and from the bedroom in her apartment. he sat up, squeezing his eyes shut as he heard her padding back towards the living room.

“don’t be ridiculous, you can open your eyes rafe..” she sighed impatiently. he smirked, twisting to see her as she stood in the doorway with an irritated hand on her hip.

his eyes widened as he took in her new appearance, completely unfamiliar to him. the round, tortoise-shell glasses fell perfectly down the bridge of her nose, creating a somewhat seductive, cute look, aligned perfectly with the freckles littered around her nose.

“you look..” rafe covered his mouth for a second, unable to contain his utter adoration for her in the moment. “i look horrible, i know”

“no! no, not at all. angel, you look so beautiful right now, like so unbelievably perfect..” he gasped, pushing off from his spot on the couch to wrap his arms around her.

snaking her arms around his neck, she hid her face in his chest as he looked down at her hungrily. “no, no, no…look at me baby” he muttered, cupping her cheeks to guide her face up to his.

she glanced up at him through her lashes while the glasses sat on the tip of her nose. “wait, fuck…not like that…”

“not like what?” she giggled, utterly oblivious to what she was doing.

“bedroom, now” he stated eagerly, grabbing her hand to pull her with him.

[zombyjuice]

NOBODY BETTER THAN YOU! - eunseok.🍨🦷🐆🍦 t(>.<t)

In which your boyfriend you recently just got back together with is coming over for the first time since.

bf!eunseok x fem loser!reader

toxic relationship, fluff, angst, smut! suggestions to the reader having depression (NOT ROMANIZING.) suggested cheating. etc..

so many things inspired/helped me make this so I’m just gonna . @melobin and @anquelic on insta and my playlist below took inspo from there too <33 lol!

“Eunseoks here…” one of your roommates sneered from the other side of the door you could almost feel the face they gave eachother. You hop up and rush to open your door with a wide smile on your face “Hey baby” your boyfriend, walking towards you, a hand in one pocket and a bag of Burger King in the other an extremely attractive smile on his face “hii” you practically melted pulling him into your room and hugging him tight.

“Please don’t fuck yet! Give it a week!”

“shut the fuck up!”

He chuckled kissing your forehead and pinching your sides, you loved it when he did that, made you feel so safe you could practically feel your heart melt watching his movements as he placed the bag on your table.

That feeling goes away in an instant as you watch him sigh as he moves some of your clutter to the side. This made your heart flutter with sadness and your brain go a bit fuzzy.

He understands you more than anybody really, he’s patient and he does seem to care for you, he understood all those months before you guys were ever official you’d disappear trying to decide if he’s the one and if you should give him the chance.

He understood the nights where you’d just sit in silence not wanting to be touched or talked to, and he understood the nights you guys would be talking like normal only for you to start crying out of nowhere, or the nights you’d scream and push him losing your temper only to end up in his arms letting him watch you crumble under him. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay I've got you, doing so well for daddy” “‘m not mad at you, okay pretty, it's okay”. He understood the nights when you were finally your silly self after spending a weekend alone.

He understood all your quirks and interests. Once he dragged you to one of his sets because he remembered someone working on it had a dog who understood multiple languages, remembering your rather odd fascination with it how. can they do that? And watching as you said sit to the dog in Spanish, French, and Japanese, complete shock and happiness painted on your face as you laughed and laughed, adoration painted on his.

So how is it that you caught him multiple times all over the girl, the same girl he had a pass with, rumor has it they were “casually” sleeping together before you ever entered the picture you know it was deeper than that. To him “it wasn’t that big of a deal and he was just being nice.” You had to constantly shift your morals just so you could be happy with him, he knew you hated it, he knew the disgust you felt with yourself every time you’d go back with him. But you loved him so it's alright.

You knew the irritation and anger that bubbled up inside of him when you'd ask “Are you unhappy in our relationship?” or “Am I annoying you? I'm sorry” but he loves you so he's got to deal with it, right?

And no matter how many times you believed he cheated he was stable, nothing in your life is stable but him. So maybe that’s why you feel you always go back to him. And only him. Because, to you, there's nobody better than him.

He turned to you already able to read your face “It's alright, today's our lazy Sunday isn't it? We'll clean a bit tomorrow but for now, cmere let's lie down”

The smile that was once on your face came back and you gladly took his hand as he led you to your bed and cozy. Watching some of your favorite horror movies and munching on Burger King you between his legs a hands squishing your thighs and head dropping down to your neck every now and then to suck a hickey at your favorite spots your hands would grab at his knees as you whimper and giggle. “quit it, they’re finally escaping”. He'd quietly pout and slightly rut his hips up against you visibly hard.

{2:49 am}

Your eyes meet your boyfriends and grab at his hand that's hitching up your inner thigh, yours visibly smaller “Should we play some-” he smashed his lips against yours, your first actual kiss of the night “fuck I know we said we wouldn't do anything, but shit you look so good, sound so good, need to fuck my babies in you, make you mine forever” he grabbed at your neck and slid it down to your arm, manhandling you under him.

You could only submit to him, knowing this would have happened by the end of the “night”.

“Can’t believe I spent so many Sundays without you, felt so wrong, I’ve missed you so much” he'd moan against your lips grabbing at your thighs and aggressively pushing them up as he grinds against you, whimpers slipping out of you “missed you so much more” you’d whisper mind going elsewhere remembering exactly why you spent so many night away from each other’s grasp.

“Let me fuck away all that nonsense,only have you think about this cock” as if he could read your mind “please”.

And just like that he’d do exactly what he said.

[ominus-potato]

Just asking how do you feel about smg34?

Prepare for a long rant lol bc oh boy do I have opinions on this.

I like the ship, don’t get me wrong, but they’re just really god damn boring for me. Not quite as boring as Melony x Axol but still very vanilla.

It’s just a typical enemies to lovers trope which is so overdone now. They aren’t even enemies anymore. Just frenemies. Let’s face it, they’re never going to be canon. Their relationship will forever be teased but I will be VERY surprised if the SMG4 team actually follow through with them. The moments are nice but it’s just fan service.

2023 was an amazing year for SMG34 and it showed a real development in their relationship with IGBP and Wotfi 2023. But honestly, outside of a few teases, I really don’t think we’re going to be getting any concrete development for them for a while.

Without development, they really are just textbook enemies to lovers and that trope just doesn’t interest me on its own. Especially when they’re past the enemies phase but not quite lovers. It feels like they’re just eternally stuck in this weird grey area that only exists for the sake of fan service and I just couldnt care less about that kind of stuff.

Especially when SMG34 fans absolutely loose their shit about them standing next to each other when they’re the two characters who have had the most development out of everyone! Like bro. The SMG4 team are just fucking with you lot and you eat it up every time until it becomes the whole focus of the entire show!

Like, a side character could appear that we haven’t seen in a year and I just see countless people complaining that “ohhh SMG3 wasn’t in this episode!” Or “Ohh why didn’t SMG34 interact!” But if they DO interact then everyone just completely brushes aside the side character to just fawn over the thing that has more content than anything else!

Oh and god forbid you say you ship SMG4 or SMG3 with someone else. This is mostly directed at the TikTok SMG4 community but bloody hell it’s so annoying.

“NOO SMG4 LOVES SMG3! NOT MARIO!!”

“*SMG3 comes in to steal SMG4 away from Peach*”

“Hmm but I like SMG34 :(“

LIKE STFU THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM! I posted a video dedicated to rarepairs bc I love rarepairs and want to bring more attention to them and I got way too many comments about SMG34 when they are by far the most popular ship in the fandom.

And don’t get me started on the Snowtrapped jokes.

Fuck. Ing. HELL CAN WE PLEASE GET A NEW JOKE?

“Ha ha they did the boombaya in an igloo”

“Snowtrapped 2.0 when??”

“They need to remake Snowtrapped.”

The obsession some fans have with that episode just bc SMG3 and SMG4 had sex in it is honestly just irritating at this point. There are so many good episodes about their relationship! To show their development! One joke every so often is fine but for some people it’s every other word out of their mouths and I’m just sick of it.

What if Mar4 shippers just started going:

“Haha Wotfi 2014!” Over and over again. Or some of the other episodes where they are insanely homosexual with one another. Bc I’m telling you, way too many people brush over the Mar4 tension in the earlier episodes.

In conclusion, SMG34 is that ship you start to ship when you first join a fandom bc it’s cute, there lots of content for it, and it makes sense. A lot of people hold onto that first ship but for me, I end up finding dynamics that interest me a lot more. Now, I only really interact with SMG34 content if one of my friends has made it bc I just struggle to get excited about it now.

If ever there’s a moment in an episode that’s cute, instead of enjoying it, all I can think about is how a scene of SMG3 and SMG4 standing next to eachother is going to completely destroy any actual conversation about the episode.

I don’t hate the ship. I do like it. But it’s just so basic.

I’ll take a rarepair over SMG34 any day.

[gh0stwh1sp3r3r]

just realised I never posted this anywhere except my wattpad LOL

anyways short little Ghoap (Ghost x Soap — COD MWII) thingy :3

This is an older fic of mine, sorry for any mistakes !!

*no smut or warnings, just stupid flirting & some kissing <3

> mlm / boy x boy : don’t like it then just scroll!!

🚬 Burning Desires ❤️‍🔥

A short Ghost x Soap (Ghoap) Call Of Duty MWII fic.

( by @Gh0stWh1sp3r3r )

Ghost had never been a smoker, ever. But eventually, he needed a quick fix, and although he hated smoking—and still did, he couldn’t stop. Why? Because it was his way to spend extra time with Johnny. His Johnny.

At first, Ghost had slipped away during breaks to discreetly have a cigarette, but he found himself quickly joined by none other than the charming Scot’, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish. Or, to Ghost, Johnny. Johnny and Ghost were best friends, at first they used to bicker and argue, annoy eachother even, but they’d grown close, very close, and have a very special bond—a relationship that went beyond mere friendship and camaraderie.

Ghost didn’t know why Soap had joined him each afternoon for a quick smoke break, and at first he was irritated by him, but now—he actually quite liked his presence. He enjoyed the company, more than he’d like to admit.

“Why do you bother to always join me?” He asked, glancing at Soap as he took another drag from his cigarette, puffing the smoke out as he leaned against a wall behind the base, with Johnny standing beside him. His question wasn’t rude, or intended to be harsh—he hadn’t grown tired of his company—he was just genuinely curious.

“Why not?” Johnny shrugged, as he puffed away the smoke from his own cigarette. “And why bother to smoke? Thought you said you hated smoking?” He asked, nonchalantly with a slightly curious glance, though there was a subtle hint of genuine concern in his voice. Simon used to hate smoking, what happened? Simon had always scolded Soap for smoking.

Infact, Johnny didn’t like smoking either, because of that—but he just had a bad habit of falling back into this same old routine—and it meant he got to spend a bit of extra time with Ghost.

Ghost raised an eyebrow at Johnny's response, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that dissipated into the air.

"I may have changed my mind about smoking," Ghost replied, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. He leaned against the wall, the tattoo sleeve on his left arm peeking out from beneath his dark clothes.

He glanced at Johnny, his eyes softening slightly at the concern evident in the other man's voice. It was a rare sight to see Johnny show genuine care, and it didn't go unnoticed by Ghost.

"And as for why I bother to smoke... Maybe it's the only excuse I have to spend a few extra moments with you," he admitted, his tone sincere yet laced with a hint of playfulness. The air around them seemed to crackle with unspoken tension, a silent understanding between the two soldiers.

Soap’s gaze lingered on Ghost for a moment longer than necessary, taking in his form—his tattoos peeking out, muscular arms, his face partially, ever so slightly revealed as he lifted his mask up just a fraction to take a drag from the cigarette. And those eyes, god, those eyes—he was irresistible, so fucking hot—but god, he’d hate him if he knew how Soap felt, and thought.

A hint of a smile played on Johnny’s lips at his admission, a very faint blush creeping across his cheeks at his words. He leaned against the wall beside Ghost, quietly, for a moment, his icy blue eyes thoughtful for a moment as he squished his cigarette butt and flicked the ashes away, almost contemplative, before he gazed at him and spoke, “If you wanted to spend time with me we could always go for a drink, or you could just come ‘round to my room after our duties and we could hangout? Better than smoking, it’s not good for you.” He replied, with a smile, playfully scolding Ghost for smoking, just as Ghost used to do for him. Ghost was a good influence on Soap, and it was beginning to show.

With a cheeky grin and a mischievous look in his eyes, Johnny suddenly reached out and snatched up Ghost’s cigarette, swiping it away from him as he clicked his tongue in a mockingly scolding gesture, shaking his head. He stole his cigarette and brought it to his own mouth, smugly. Soap was allowed to smoke, but Ghost was not, he playfully refused to let him, amused.

But, Ghost wouldn’t let that happen—if he wasn’t allowed to smoke, neither was Johnny. It wasn’t good for Soap either.

Ghost couldn't help but notice the subtle blush that graced Johnny's cheeks, a sight that made his heart race a little faster. He watched as Johnny leaned against the wall beside him, their proximity creating a tension that was palpable in the air.

"I’d like that, Johnny," Ghost replied, his voice soft yet filled with a hint of anticipation. The thought of spending more time with Johnny, getting to know him beyond their missions and training, held a certain allure.

However, Ghost's amusement sparked as Johnny playfully snatched his cigarette, a teasing grin on his face. Ghost chuckled softly at Johnny's antics, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Without missing a beat, Ghost reached out to take back his cigarette, a playful glint in his own eyes.

"Careful there, Soap. If smoking isn't good for me, it isn't good for you either," he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips as he reached out to take it back..

Johnny softly chuckled, amused as he faintly blushed. He playfully shook his head, quickly taking a drag before Ghost could reach and grab his cigarette back.. “Nope! I put my mouth on it, it’s mine now!~” He declared, with a grin, smugly. Soap seemed innocent in that moment, for once not realising the suggestiveness he’d accidentally brought to the conversation.

Ghost couldn't help but chuckle at Johnny's playful defiance, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He watched as Johnny took a drag from his cigarette, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he declared ownership over it. Ghost's smirk widened as he realized the unintended suggestiveness in Johnny's words.

"Oh, is that how it works now?" Ghost replied, his voice laced with a teasing tone. He took a step closer to Johnny, his gaze intense as he closed the gap between them. With a swift movement, Ghost reached out to cup Johnny's chin, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Then I guess I'll have to claim what's mine," Ghost murmured, his voice low and husky. Without waiting for a response, he closed the distance between them, capturing Johnny's lips in a heated kiss. The taste of smoke lingered between them, adding to the intensity of the moment as they shared a passionate embrace.

The cigarette fell to the ground, discarded, as Ghost tilted Soap’s chin up, gently. Johnny’s eyes widened in surprise, turning red as he kissed him, blushing. But he didn’t pull away or reject him, didn’t show any signs of reluctance—he leaned in, reciprocating the kiss, blushing.

Johnny’s lips quivered as they parted from Ghost’s again, blushing as he gazed at him in a mix of shock, pleasure, desire, love and need. His breaths were ragged gasps as he remained close to Simon, breathlessly. “Fuck… You know you’re much more addicting than a cigarette—maybe we ought to do this instead every day..?~” He murmured against his lips, teasingly, a mischievous and playful glint in his icy blue eyes.

The discarded cigarette lay forgotten on the ground as the intensity between Ghost and Johnny grew. Ghost's touch was electric, sending shivers down Johnny's spine as he tilted his chin up. The look in Johnny's eyes was a mix of surprise, desire, and a hint of vulnerability—all blending together into an intoxicating concoction..

As their lips met in a heated kiss, Johnny's initial shock melted away, replaced by a deep sense of longing and affection. And he reciprocated Ghost's kiss with equal fervor, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of emotions.

When their lips parted, Johnny's cheeks were flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he gazed into Ghost's eyes. The air between them crackled with a newfound energy, a connection that went beyond words.

"You're right," Simon whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he spoke against Soap’s lips. A playful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he continued, "You're much more addictive than any cigarette. I wouldn't mind making this a daily habit." His voice held a hint of mischief, his eyes sparkling with a newfound fire as he leaned in, eager for more of Soap’s intoxicating presence…

( sorry if I fucked up any of the colour coding or there’s any typos, idfk what I’m doing,)

[rainyfoxbarks]

Someone in the comments of my last post suggested I explain how Leorio/Kurpika/Illumi/Hisoka could work out or get together or something. ^.^ also I’m embarrassed of this, I wrote more than I originally planned. Plus I’m rambling cause I wasn’t sure how to format this and I’m sleepy beyond sleepy.

Also I use the word like when I really mean love in some cases, my bad.

During the York New Arc Kurapika is in contact with Hisoka and they’re like helping eachother I guess. Hisoka is creepy/flirty in general but maybe like oooooo peaked interest in Kurapika or something.

Again, during the York New Arc, Kurapika is ignoring Leorio, Gon, and Killua SO BAD. I think Kurapika has feelings for Leorio way before this Arc and he started ignoring the others because he realized/accepted he’s in love with Leorio so he thought “ohemgee I’ll push them away now I guess”. I think they start talking it out after all the Chrollo stuff and we’re like “yeah let’s kiss a little”.

Idk when this would be (before the beginning I guess??) Hisoka and Illumi are married, I don’t care if it’s a translating error, you need to be married to have a prenup and that’s what they have…

Again, not sure when this would take place but it would be during or after the York New Arc (these are my ideas now :3)

- Kurapika and Leorio are dating already, Illumi and Hisoka are married already.

- Hisoka likes Kurapika the whole time they’re in contact during York New Arc and only confesses after talking to Illumi ofc and meeting up with Kurapika and Leorio (and Illumi :3), Hisoka confessed very nonchalantly (im sorry, it’s the best word to describe it).

- At the time of the meeting Kurapika liked Hisoka and Leorio was starting to very quickly develop feelings as well.

- During the meeting they formally met Illumi and ohemgee love at first sight, his eyes look like orbs and his haircare routine has at least 10 steps. Leorio liked him instantly, asking how he was in the picture asap. Kurapika was more gradual with it but ohemgee love at first sight still cause why not.

- I like fics where the relationship is already established so the focus can be put elsewhere but if I had to make a fic of them getting together it would be mostly like this, I’d probably tweak things as I go but I’m too sleepy rn.

More rambling under the cut if you’re interested :3

Why I think they’d like eachother ^.^

- Hisoka likes Kurapika cause he’s pretty small and thin yet super duper strong, he likes how irritated he gets as well, he seems to like making others bothered/lash out. Hisoka also starts liking Leorio because he gets so nervous when Hisoka flirts with him, he likes makes others scared and nervous I guess. Hisoka likes Illumi because there’s a struggle to get a smile out of him and he’s soso strong, he could kill Hisoka and that makes him feel content in an odd way.

- Illumi likes Kurapika because he’s quiet like him and stand offish like him. He likes the switch in his ability as well, he finds it fascinating, might want to study it a bit. ^.^ Illumi likes Leorio because he gets nervous when he’s left alone with him, doesn’t know what to talk about but not in a bad way, it’s comforting and they both enjoy it. When they are talking it’s about how their day is/was and cute things like that, I think it helps Illumi heal. Illumi likes Hisoka because he’s as strong as him, maybe a bit weaker… he likes how exciting and fun he is even if he claims to hate it or shows annoyance.

- Kurapika likes Hisoka despite really not wanting to, something about his charm and his strength makes Kurapika drawn to him. Kurapika likes Illumi because they’re very similar, he likes his hair and the dead feeling in his eyes (not in a sad/murdery way), he likes the comforting silence they share when the conversation dulls to nothing. Kurapika likes Leorio because he’s the doctor he was searching for, he’s kind, he’s compassionate, he takes care of business but still has fun and energy for other things.

- Leorio likes Illumi because he feels watched by his presence and he enjoys that, he likes having others around him and he likes talking a ton and Illumi likes listening and learning new things. Leorio loves being listened to (He’s me, I’m him). Leorio likes Hisoka because he’s mysterious and gets business done but in a fun/less anxiety inducing way (most of the time). Hisoka makes stressful situations either less stressful or 10x more stressful and Leorio finds it interesting and mostly enjoyable. Leorio likes Kurapika because he’s there to keep him calm as much as he’s there to keep Kurapika calm, they’re eachothers home and security. Leorio likes helping Kurapika heal and he likes his eyes :3 He likes how strong he is for his stature, he feels like a doll around him, waiting to be picked up.

[youbutstupid]

screaming and crying on the floor over emily and spencer's development between 2x17 and the linda barns era

OH thank you anon so much I could take about them for HOURS.

Something that so many people get wrong, and I’m glad you didn’t, is that Reid did not hate Emily from the beginning; like you said, it started from 2x17. When Emily first starts, he is actually repeatedly assigned to her and he seems perfectly happy and welcoming to her, we even get to see them in the physics magic scene develop this cute dynamic they have. This all, of course, goes away after Reid becomes addicted.

I really don’t think he hated Emily at all, I think that he hated the optimism that she still seemed to have due to her being new to the team, because he used to be optimistic too before it got stripped from him. In the episodes where he is standoffish with her, he is not only deeply traumatised but going through severe withdrawals (in 2x17, we see him scratching at his skin and becoming irritated at all the noises around him, he also looks pale and doesn’t seem to be taking in what’s around him), so with his resentment is also frustration just from being generally uncomfortable.

But, as Reid gets better, so does his relationship with Emily, to the point where she ends up becoming one of his best friends and greatest confidants. We see how much they care about eachother when they are held hostage in 4x03, him getting excited about Halloween with her, her being the only one he tells about his headaches and him asking her to go see a Russian film with her, where we get this gorgeous interaction:

Emily: Reid, thank you

Reid: for what?

Emily: for being you

Reid: aw thanks, I don’t know how to be anyone else

Emily: yeah, that’s what I love about you

He mourns her so much when she ‘dies’ but also she’s oddly one of the first people he forgives when she comes back. She ends up becoming one of her biggest protectors and this goes on to when she is unit chief. She constantly encourages him to open up about his feelings and tells him she’s proud of him for doing so. She purposely got rid of evidence so that she could protect him during his trial. She never stopped caring about him and he genuinely loved her so much. People often credit Morgan and Hotch as Reid’s protectors, and whilst they are amazing, Emily deserves that title so much.

[thenofaceking]

Lets try this.

Alright, yall. I figured I'd share this with the class because this hyperfixation came back. So, you know Dandy's Wasteland? Well, If you don't check it out with the creator of the Au. They're great. Anyways, I didn't really like the original groups, so I made my own. (No offense to the creator, of course. I just wanted the best groups I could make.) Fizzyboy (I'm pretty sure that's how you spell their account name) is great.

Anyways, on to the groups!

First off; Glisten, Boxten, and Rodger. They are the only group with a car. They are all stressed out. Boxten has anxiety, the apocalypse has NOT been treating Glisten well, and Rodger is easily irritable because of loosing Toodles. They're constantly looking for people (Mainly Toodles) and they rotate who gets to drive. Most of the time it's Boxten. During fights, Rodger and Boxten do the most work.

Next; Shrimpo, Flutter, and Gigi. Flutter and Gigi found Shrimpo where he was essentially trapped by twisteds and they saved him. Although, he's didn't thank them directly (he would NEVER), he is slightly more mellow. Which is a huge improvement. Shrimpo is still violent, but slightly less aggressive to the other two. Overall, they generally get along. During fights, Shrimpo dose most of the actual fighting. Not that he minds. Flutter dose really well with scouting the area and recruiting missions. Gigi usually works well alongside either one of the two, but not really by herself. Overall, there's a really good balance in this group. (Don't worry, he still "Hates" everything)

Teagan, Tisha, and Poppy. think they would work pretty good together. Teagan would miss Toodles a lot and Poppy is a bit paranoid. Overall, I think they would be good at fighting together. With all of their abilities, of course.

Sprout and Goob. These two had to be a duo because I want them to be. I think they would balance eachother. It's mainly Goob following Sprout around and Sprout being annoyed by Goob. It's hilarious.

Now, I know you're wondering where Toodles is. Don't worry to much longer!! She's safe because she's with Finn, Scraps, and Cosmo. I think they would be a great group. They would work really well together, and the other three would take care of Toodles pretty well. They all get along and Toodles helps as much as she is allowed to (She usually stays at the base with Cosmo). If they all had to fight together, I think they would be pretty good at it. This is probably one of the best groups for Toodles to be in without Rodger there.

Razzle & Dazzle, Britney, and Vee. They would get along well. I think they would also be safe because of Vee. Britney would help with Vee's memory issues. I don’t want to write anything else about them, I'm tired.

Now, last but not least, Pebble and Shelly. I love the idea of Shelly wandering around with Pebble. She would take such good care of Pebble. I love this dynamic. It makes me SOOOOOOOOO happy :). They would to great in fights, too. Shelly's pickaxe and Pebble being awesome makes it so they can survive pretty easily.

Astro and Dandy are on their own.

I have no clue where I want Louie and Connie to be. Mabey I'll put them in a duo, mabey I'll add them to one of the other groups. Idk.