#this bitch is so cocky he calls other people dogs

[4e7her]

when another sports anime sucks u in via good fanfics and now u have to start writing your own fic :| i haven't even watched the damn anime

[astridthevalkyrie]

tw: dubcon, noncon, bully!gojo, afab reader w/ she/her pronouns

Gojo's a sick fuck.

He corners you on campus in the strangest places, taking advantage of the fact that he's been here a year longer than you. Sometimes Getou or Ieiri are with him, but most of the time he's alone, and when he's alone he's even worse than when he's just putting on a show for his dickhead friends. They only get to bear witness to him teasing you from afar, just his general idiocy and inborn cruelty. When he's by himself, though, nothing stops him from trying to corner you literally, one hand on the wall next to your head and the other finding some excuse to touch you, either running a finger down your cheek or brushing some invisible dust from your shoulder.

And you've had enough. You just want to find a place to sit down and study or read or eat or literally anything else as long as you don't have to worry about the only guy who tormented you all throughout school continuing the cycle in university where you were supposed to be free from this, this cocky, stupid, bitch.

You're in the library today, but his approach is the same as it is in any other location. Your physics lab, outside a professor's office, the community pool, for Christ's sake. First, he makes his presence known, making you aware that he's being his usual creepy self. This time, he's leaning against the wall when you turn the corner behind one of the shelves. There's a book in his hands that has so many dog ears you think he reads one page then saves the literal next one for the following day.

He doesn't look up, not right away. Not until he feels you glare burning his skin for a good few seconds. It's when you assume the burn actually becomes painful that he looks up, feigning a surprised smirk as his icy blues practically gleam. "Fancy seeing you here," he purrs, book staying open in his hands.

"Go to hell, Satoru." There's no point engaging further with him. The only option you have is to get the hell out before he gets to touch you. If he touches you, it's all over. You turn on your heel and throw a quick thank you prayer out that you don't immediately bump into Getou, who would act as the other mousecatcher whenever Gojo decided he wanted to play.

Behind you, you hear him put the book down and your legs move faster without you even thinking about it. You don't even know how he always tracks you down. Maybe he installed some app on your phone without you realizing. You'll get a new one. Anything to just get rid of him.

Even though you've been on campus for at least a month now, virtually every building is still wholly unexplored, mostly because you're constantly trying to avoid these exact types of situations. The amount of times you could have stayed on campus but instead scurried home is already close to the triple digits. And for what? You've only avoided Gojo a handful of times and left yourself unprepared for a hasty escape too.

There's footsteps somewhere, and now that your heart is racing you can't calm down enough to pinpoint where they're coming from. It's a Friday night and not even close to midterm week, so there's a few regulars here, but not nearly enough people that someone will see you. Not that Gojo minds, you've seen him look someone dead in the eye and then squeeze your hip impatiently, as though to tell them do you mind? You don't know where he gets his confidence, but whatever it is, it's well earned. Everyone gives in to him, eventually. Even you.

You turn out of yet another aisle, and then your legs falter.

"Hey, sweetness," he grins at you. Your back hits the wood behind you and your bag thumps to the floor. On days where he wants to really torture you, Gojo acts like a charmer, kissing the back of your hand or carrying your bag over his shoulder, preening in the direction of anyone who calls him a good boyfriend, singing a sinister thanks knowing damn well he isn't your anything.

This isn't one of those days. You can tell.

Gojo doesn't want to be your boyfriend anymore than you want to be his girlfriend. He likes his lifestyle, and an average stick in the mud like you would definitely ruin the perfect image. But that doesn't mean he wants you out of his life completely. When he'd learned you'd be going to the same university as him, he'd sent you the only text message he'd ever sent you, a filthy picture captioned with a sweet and simple can't wait to have you.

And have you he will, whenever he wants. He's pretty open about that. "Are you in a rush?" His blues blink innocently. You're not sure why he keeps up the act even when no one is around, it only serves to set your nerves further askew.

"Leave..." Before you can even formulate the thought of a process, his hands are on your hips, pinky finger slipping under your sweater inconspicuously. "Leave me alone, Satoru."

"Nah," he breathes, "you look real pretty today, sweetheart."

While he doesn't make a move to take your sweater off, he does bury his face in your shoulder and inhale the scent. Then he slowly switches from the sweater to your actual skin, tucking down the fabric of the turtleneck to expose your neck, which you'd taken pains and suffered the heat to hide. Gojo moans a little at just the last remaining bruise he sees on you.

"Love when you don't try to cover it up," he murmurs, "don't need you treating me like a dirty secret."

As if you could keep him a secret. No one aside from your professors even tries speaking to you, and you have no doubts as to why. "I do try—I did cover it up."

"This doesn't count." Instead of just kissing you, because he's a bitch, Gojo kisses the inside of your turtleneck, his hair tickling your nose. "I meant makeup and crap. This? S'like unwrapping a present, baby."

"Satoru," you choke. It isn't just how he touches you, it's everything. The proximity, the casual way he says the most scummy things you've heard in your life and says them like they're just simple facts.

"Normally, I'd tell someone to stop playing so hard to get after so many times. But you're special, y'know." Two fingers push your lower lip down and slide in slowly, running over your gums before violating your mouth further. "This bitchy attitude only makes me wanna have you more." He waits, waits for you to gag, to choke on his fingers and look up at him with watery, pleading eyes before he removes his fingers and slots his lips over yours.

When Gojo kisses you, it's not demanding so much as needy. For someone who already has an ego that's sky high, he still seems to want you to stroke it, and nothing strokes his ego more than the noises you make unwillingly. Every little gasp, whimper, sharp breath, he swallows possessively, as he drags his nails gently along your lower back, making you squirm closer to his mouth to get away.

He plays you like you're his favorite instrument. And he knows exactly which strings to pluck.

His tongue nips at your teeth playfully, and that's when you pull away, summoning up whatever remaining courage you have. "Someone's going to come down this way," you beg, because the only thing you haven't experienced yet is being fucked with an audience, and you're not eager to change that. "Please, Sato—"

"It's okay." The fingers that were just in your mouth a few seconds ago now slide down your waist and under your jeans, nudging them down. "Don't need any foreplay. Been hard since you walked into the library, sweetness. And I bet you've just been dripping playing tag with me. I promise one of these days you'll get to be it," he mocks, as his other hand undoes his belt.

Tears spring to your eyes, but Gojo kisses them off your eyebags before they can fall too far. "You're so tired," his voice coos, "m'gonna make it all better. I'll make you feel so good."

His hand twists into your hair, yanking it back in a single motion that must be gentle for him, but it's rough for you. It's the sting in your scalp that you focus on as he takes your hand and wraps it around his cock, making you jerk him off in preparation. It's the one thing he always demands, claiming he can't get off unless he gets to feel your touch first. Bullshit.

Once he's satisfied, Gojo moves your hand away, intertwining your fingers and placing them on the shelf next to your head as he guides his dick to your leaking pussy, sliding the first inch in with a hiss.

Praise drips from him easily like this, when he has you between him and any hard surface. The individual shelves hurt your back, but less so when he slides an arm around you, pulling you closer as he pushes in with one lazy thrust.

"Ah!" your cry catches in your throat, but he bites you, groaning with your lip caught between his teeth. He pulls out and thrusts again, and your tear slips down to your mouth this time, where he licks it off.

"God," he compliments, developing a pace that's fast but not fast enough, not fast enough to ensure you won't get caught or to make you cum, "so fuckin' glad I don't let anyone else fuck you. This cunt's only for me, yeah? Belongs to me?" When you don't answer, too focused on the feeling of him filling you, leaving you empty, and then filling you again, he speeds up. To Gojo, the more you struggle to give him what he wants, the more fair it is to make it harder.

The shelf shakes as he loves you against it, it won't fall but you fantasize about him being crushed under it anyways. Then you think about being buried under with him, completely in his clutches with no telling when you'd be able to get out, and you clench around him, eyes rolling back.

"You think there's cameras in here?" he pants, digging his nails into your skin again. The pads of his fingers press roughly under your shirt, sure to leave even more bruises for him to lavish with his tongue later, whenever he pleases. "Think someone'll see you getting railed and jack off to it? I know I would, baby. If I only got you on camera I'd be fuckin' my hand and coming on your face every night. Lucky me," he gasps, and you feel him swell inside you, "that I got the real thing all to myself."

You hate how much his voice and his words affect you, how much each filthy thought of his makes your pussy practically gush for him as one of your own fingers rubs over your clit frantically. Each squelching sound makes him more feral, till he's rattling you against the shelf, every thrust of his hips growing more frantic and more desperate.

"I'm almost there, sweetness." Gojo reaches up and squishes your cheeks together, blues blown out as he kisses your puckered lips one more time. "Answer my question, baby. Tell me whose cunt this is so I can blow my load in it. C'mon, fuck, tell me."

You let out a sob that hiccups into a moan, force out, "Yours," and cum.

Gojo whines, thrusting one, two, three more times before he's coming too, filling you up with each jerk of his hips. His head falls onto your shoulder, panting on your neck. Your turtleneck is entirely too warm now, and useless to boot. Cum drips from your pussy; Gojo slides two fingers against your hole as he pulls out, sticking them in your mouth, just at your tongue this time. You taste him and yourself, and even though he's not forcing them in further this time, you still feel like gagging.

He takes them out, then places them in his own mouth, sucking them off and groaning at the taste.

As he tucks himself back in his pants, he runs a hand through his hair, setting it back into place before dropping a kiss to your cheek. Your tears have dried now, and you're trying to ignore his cum leaking onto your panties as you pull your jeans up. You don't even want to think about how you look, or about how you'll bring yourself to another orgasm tonight thinking of this, albeit not one as good.

Patting your hip, Gojo flashes you his best grin. "See you next time, sweetness. Maybe tomorrow?" Without waiting for your reaction, he strolls off, a single hand raised in goodbye.

Wiping at your cheeks and taking out your phone, you release an angry sniff, penciling it in.

[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 莲花楼/Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Mysterious Lotus Casebook is a 2023 drama about a beautiful twunk who just wants to die of his chronic illness in peace, except that neither the dumbass purebred dog of a man who has decided they're best friends now nor the jock begging him for a rematch are going to let him go without a fight (in the latter's case, literally).

Also they ride around in a magical bamboopunk RV.

I have referred to it elsewhere as "the CW presents: Nirvana in Fire," and I stand by that assessment. (I orginally called it Tiger Beat Nirvana in Fire, before realizing that Kids These Days will not get that reference. Shout out to the other elder millennials in the audience!)

There's been a lot of English-speaking fandom buzz about this show, to the point where if you're in these circles, I'm sure you've heard about it before. I know I had by the time I started watching -- which left me largely unprepared for the actual viewing experience, because the parts of the show that fans talk about are not a representative sample of the show itself.

This drama can be a good time. It's fun to watch. It has some hilarious beats and also some emotional moments. It spent its not-huge budget very smartly, and as such is generally quite lovely to look at. As my League of Nobleman rec will attest, I appreciate raw materials, and this is a show that has some fascinating raw materials.

(Or some materials that need to get rawed, take your pick.) (Also, it's not my fault they didn't do a dramatically lit Fang Duobing shot so I could round out the trio here.)

You'll find some people out there who've gone real hard for this show, doing some deep analyses and getting really emotional over it. I don't want my gentle ribbing to give the impression that those silly fans are delusionally talking like the show's a five-star restaurant when it's really just a fast food joint. Not so! There's a reason it's captivated a whole lot of people! And in case you might be one of those, allow me to give you five reasons you should consider watching it.

1. This bitch

The main character, Li Lianhua/Li Xiangyi is probably 50% of the show's appeal all by himself. He's fascinating. He's gender. He's fashion. He's been afflicted with a substance we called "bitch poison" the whole time we were watching. He has many emotions. He cries a lot. He coughs up blood every other episode. Cheng Yi is putting his whole lianhuassy into this performance, and it shows.

I made the Nirvana in Fire comparison earlier, and I stand by it for a lot of reasons, but the truth is that he's actually much more Opposite Day Mei Changsu: Li Lianhua wants all this stuff to fuck off and leave him alone forever. He is not seeking vengeance, nor does he particularly want to Do Schemes, but Circumstances keep dragging him back into the thick of all this nonsense he thought he left behind when he (mostly) died ten years ago.

The thing is, he used to be a real dick back when he was a kid. And I mean a real dick. He was a dick to his chronically insecure adoptive older brother. He was a dick to his girlfriend with the personality of wet tissue paper. He was a dick to the handsome loser who liked his girlfriend. He was a dick to his followers. He was basically just a cocky little shithead who thought he was the best at everything -- and he actually was the best at everything, which just made it worse.

Li Xiangyi used to think everything (especially himself) was sooooo important, and now that life has massively kicked his ass, Li Lianhua had come around to the position that nothing is actually that important, so let's just all chill and grow vegetables. He doesn't want a rematch. He doesn't want to retake his rightful place as the head of anything. He just wants to pay his respects to the dead before he joins them.

Now will everybody please just stop moving into his house.

2. goof-ass jianghu nonsense (affectionate)

As I mentioned earlier, everything I'd seen about the show on Tumblr had still left me absolutely unprepared for what a silly ride it is. Because it's silly. Hoo boy, is it silly. My wife dubbed it "lace front Phoenix Wright," just to give you a metric for how silly we're talking. Ace Detective Fang Duobing never cross-examined a parrot, but I feel he came close.

This show has some serious goof-ass jianghu nonsense -- you know, the sort of stuff that's impossible and ridiculous, except everybody’s going to treat it like it's just a normal part of existence. Here's a short and certainly inexhaustive list:

mind-controlling bugs

other bugs that control the mind-controlling bugs

ex-conjoined twins

a grown-ass man who can compress himself into bitchy third-grader

grave-robbing societies with secret brag language

so much nonconsensual qi-blocking performed by poking people in the boobs, that can't be safe, everybody wear thicker shirts

magical crossdressing powers

a bad guy who looks like this

a princess who can get abducted and sex-trafficked and, like, nobody really notices? huh.

healing childhood paralysis by the power of believing in yourself

a ... hallucination pit? what was that, anyway?

so. many. mechanisms.

the equivalent of the "he's only mostly dead" business from the Princess Bride

a gradually lethal bookshelf

the strange amnesia everyone suffers from where a dude can cover maybe 30% of his face and render himself immediately unrecognizable to long-time friends and associates

The thing is: I think this goof-ass jianghu nonsense is a legitimate selling point. I found it so fun. I turned off my need for show elements to obey little things like the laws of physics, and I had a good time. It can be a very funny drama, in part because it knows how silly a lot of its shit is, and it chooses to go full speed ahead with a sincere heart. If you are down for some shounen absurdity, you are in for a treat.

However:

2.2. goof-ass jianghu nonsense (derogatory)

I'm granting myself a sub-point here, because this is an important qualifier for the previous point.

I'm going to assume, based on what I've seen from fan responses, that many of the people who really like this show actually don't like the goof-ass jianghu nonsense. They are here for the BL vibes (after all, there are three cute boys who alll have some intense emotions about one another), and therefore downplay all the parts that aren't that. I want to make it clear that this is not a bad thing to do. There are many, many properties where I myself fixate on a single element and toss the rest into the sea. No judgment here.

However, since this is a post written to convine you to watch something, I want to make it clear what you're going to get if you dive in. If you're one of those people who skips scenes and/or entire episodes when your ship of choice isn't onscreen, you're probably going to be doing that a lot here. (I mean, I can't imagine doing this, but Tumblr has taught me that fandom is a rich tapestry.) The bones are good, but the connective tissue can be questionable.

The main thing I wish I'd known before starting is that the mysteries are not the selling point. They are the celery that gets the cute boy peanut butter to your mouth. You, the viewer, absolutely cannot solve them; you're never given enough context or information to keep up with the detective lads, much less get ahead of them. Everyone does everything in the most convoluted way possible, to the point of comic absurdity. Finding out whodunnit is rarely that satisfying, because too often the culprit is Jianghu Steve, You Know, That Guy Over There With The Superpower The Characters All Know About But You'd Never Heard Of Before Thirty Seconds Ago.

The goof-ass jianghu nonsense feels like the place where the show I see fans talking about least lines up with the show that actually exists. And I think that's a shame, because I think the show that actually exists is actually a good time! It's just, you know ... silly.

3. Whenever Di Feisheng's not onscreen, all the other characters should be asking, 'Where's Di Feisheng?

This drama gets sold like it's the adventures of three guys together. (Hell, I kind of did it myself in the intro.) This is not the case. This is the tale of two guys who do most of the plot stuff near one another, and their occasional third, Di Feisheng.

This is a 40-episode series and I swear this guy's onscreen for maybe 15% of the time -- and for half of that, he's just off doing his own thing anyway. He disappears entirely for huge chunks of the series, which is a crime, because he is my absolute favorite.

He is the rare grumpy himbo. He doesn't just have resting bitchface, he has bitchface for all occasions. He somehow has bitchface even during the rare moments he actually smiles. He's got a whole traumatic backstory, but the traumatic backstory is not the reason for the bitchface. He's Just Like That.

(Important to note that the actor himself only slightly has a resting bitchface. Xiao Shunyao can look normal and indeed quite pleasant. He has simply leaned into it real hard for this grouch.)

The one -- one -- reason I can accept his being gone for so ding-dang much of the show is how often he re-emerges with perfect, hilarious timing. Thank goodness the show realizes how much comedic potential his character has, because his unexpected entrances are some of the best laugh-out-loud moments of the series. If the show had taken Di Feisheng as seriously as Di Feisheng takes himself, he would have been unbearable. As it is, he's an unmitigated delight.

While you losers were being heterosexual, he studied the blade.

He makes the perfect foil for both Fang Duobing, who's the human equivalent of a puppy trying to gnaw an elephant to death, and Li Lianhua, who just wants to be excused from this narrative. Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing are basically two dogs fighting over their favorite toy, and their favorite toy is Li Lianhua, who really wishes he weren't. Some of the most compelling and fun moments of the series are when these three losers are all together.

And these three losers are barely all together.

This show is Not Danmei. It's so Not Danmei that I had a tremendously difficult time while making this post finding either official images or screencaps with even two of them in frame at the same time, much less all three. It is, however, a Danmei Starter Kit. I mean, the tag on AO3 has, at present, 742 works in it (283 in English). That's just since July! There are years-old c-drama shows that have a fraction of that fan output! And I'm willing to bet a big reason why is how little the very intense boys with ridiculously compelling interpersonal dynamics actually interact onscreen.

But, I hear you asking, why would less of what the fans want equal more fan goo? Well, friends, that's exactly what the fan goo is for: filling in the blanks. And this here show has a lot of blanks. Look, I've made a very scientific diagram (that many people seem to agree with) about how this all works:

The Hump of Compelling Mediocrity is the place where the amount of stuff worth thinking about far outpaces what the show actually contains of said stuff textually. It is the ideal location for imagination adventures.

Di Feisheng and Li Lianhua's relationship in particular lives right in the middle of that hump, what with the huge gaps in their backstory and all. They are a pair made entirely of unanswered questions. What the hell is going on there? What's their whole history, beyond the big fight? Why are they like this about one another? The show refuses to say. Whatever you imagine, you're correct. Now go tell AO3 about it.

interlude: God's perfect dipshit

I feel like I'm engaging in Fang Duobing erasure in the rest of this post, since he's not at the tip of any of the points I'm making, so I'm going to add a picture of him here, because I love him and want to pinch his perfect little cheeks.

You know what I am shocked by? How the MLC/DMBJ reincarnation fics apparently have not taken hold yet. I give it another two months.

4. IT HAS A DOG

FOX SPIRIT, MY SWEET BABY

'You mean the dog gets a whole selling point to himself' yes the dog gets a whole selling point to himself, because he is a very good dog and a very good boy (and his actor is a very good girl)

Apparently he has a whole backstory in the novel that never gets included in the drama, including an explanation of why he's named "Fox Spirit," if you feel like going and reading up on that.

Sadly, Fox Spirit is in the show even less than Di Feisheng is, and that is a crime, because he could have solved all these silly human mysteries in thirty minutes flat, Wishbone-style.

Dogs are so good.

5. One bad, bad girl

Do you like an unhinged villainess? Someone who's been sucking down Crazy Juice since beat one? Because oh boy, this show's got one of those for you.

Jiao Liqiao wants two things: to rule the world, and to make Di Feisheng her pretty little housewife. And whomst among us does not understand these two impulses?

She's not even the Big Bad! She's mostly just Di Feisheng's personal nightmare. She is the type of woman for whom the phrase "he's just not that into you" was coined. You've got everyone around her telling her, honey, I don't even think I've ever seen him look at a pair of breasts, while she's already planned their whole wedding menu and reserved the venue.

She has spent the last ten years of Di Feisheng's extended vacation making sure she's the one who's actually in charge, functioning as the point person for all the other evil schemes going on. Instead of handing over the reins upon her himbo boss' return, she's just going to keep doing what she's good at. As long as he keeps doing exactly what she wants him to do, she's gonna let him do it. If he gets out of line, well, there's always Plan B (the B stands for Breaking all of his tendons and making the world's surliest RealDoll).

I love the fact that she's so obviously evil, and he can't see it. To a certain point, it's not his fault -- everyone who serves under him is pretty obviously evil, so that doesn't make her special. But she's real evil even above and beyond that, and his dumb ass can't stop thinking about Li Lianhua long enough to notice any of the hundred or so knives she's aimed right at his back. He's so uninterested in her constant advances that he doesn't register how wanting to fuck someone and wanting to overthrow someone are not mutually exclusive desires.

(Was I bothered throughout most of the series by how her lipstick should be a little more crimson and a little less coral? Yes, but I'm not going to hold it against her. She's busy doing evil stuff. She'll get over to the nearest Jianghu Sephora and restock one of these days.)

While the show occasionally sidelines or straight-up forgets about a lot of its supporting characters for several episodes at a time, it never forgets to check in on what Jiao Liqiao's up to. Claws out, hair done, she is at all times a constant glorious, scenery-chewing menace with excellent taste in terrible men. Absolute legend.

Bonus: These two sluts

They don't get to be a full point because they're not nearly in the show enough, but just look at them. This is peak male character design. Slutty undone hair and slutty bare forearms, be still my bisexual heart.

Going to give it a try?

iQiyi's got you exclusively, baby.

Have I sounded a little defensive in this rec? Yeah, probably. It's just that I know there's a big and pretty intense fandom out there for this already, and I feel like a jerk coming in and being like "sure, it's fun!" when people are posting about how it made them cry for weeks. I want to be clear that that's not a bad reaction to have, while at the same time also being clear that that's not the reaction I had.

I might not even have written this rec, had I not been nudged to -- not because I don't think it's worth watching (I clearly do!), but because I don't know how much help it needs from the likes of me. There are plenty of other evangelists out there that'll give much more enthusiastic recommendations (like this one).

But the truth is that not every show has to be a heartbreaking work of staggering genius to everyone. I watched the show, and I liked it, and I had a normal time.

I also think there's something to the way I watched it, which was: one episode per day, schedule permitting, such that it took nearly two months for me to finish it. (And before you think I singled MLC out for this, this is actually how I watch most c-dramas.) I bet binging it is a way different experience, one where what rises more readily to the top is the tragic throughline of Li Lianhua's whole deal. If you're inclined to skip things not immediately germane to your points of interest, this is definitely the show to take at a solid run.

I actually paused in the middle of making this rec and made the one for the Blood of Youth, because the two invite comparisons: jianghu tales with chronically ill protagonists, some imperial bullshit going on, pretty boys with swords being weird about one another. Mysterious Lotus Casebook did not grab me as hard as the Blood of Youth, because MLC went for a more understated take on all its nonsense, instead of shooting completely over the top, which is how I prefer my nonsense (as the record will show). If you take your silliness with a subtler flavor, this could be the perfect thing for you.

Maybe you'll wind up being one of those people who gets their whole insides totally ripped out by this drama! But even if you don't, you're probably going to have a good time watching it anyway. And really, what more can you ask for from a show than that?

Peace, nerds.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, JASON PETER TODD. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Benito age: 24 pronouns: He/Him ooc contact: @finalgirlboy (twitter) other characters in xc: N/A

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Jason Peter Todd age: 25 pronouns: He/Him series: DC Comics canon point: Pre-Knight Terrors

app triggers: Domestic/child abuse, drug abuse, overdose, child death, paternal/maternal death, vague depersonalization, canon typical violence

personality:

Jason Todd is a puzzle, even unto himself. He is the product of a series of fractured families, broken homes, and the bitch of circumstance. A good portion of his actions are done for the sake of reaction; he works under the impression that he is the most hated guy in the room, and will often do whatever in his power to make sure he’s correct in that assumption. It’s part of his process, the way in which he tries to take control of a situation. If he can control the reaction, he knows where he stands. If he knows where he stands, he doesn’t have to spend time making nice. Fuck climbing the ladder. Knock the building over and build it back yourself. How else do you know what the guts look like?

Which is the problem with Jason, in many ways. He cannot progress, socially or emotionally, because he is constantly tearing down the fruits of his own labor. People cannot approach him in earnest, he cannot let his walls down long enough to be seen at his most vulnerable. Dying at fifteen will do that to you. Stunt your emotional intelligence, keep you from learning the things most adults ought to know.

He has become consumed by the desire to prove himself. In his mind, it’s a form of vengeance. A chance to show that he is more than what is expected of him. The reality of these actions are much more grim. They’re cries for help; calls for the validation he never got from the people who taught him only how to be what they needed of him. A boy waiting for his dad to say, ‘Good job.’ A dog waiting for his treat. He is trapped in a cycle he isn’t even aware he’s in, and the longer it goes on, the higher the body count gets.

something your muse struggles with: He copes with his own emotions poorly, lashes out, does everything to avoid the self reflection necessary to free him of the cycle he traps himself in. He carries the name of his killer like a brand, aligns himself with ideals and actions antithetical to his own proposed idea of what is good and just. He constantly sets himself up for failure to avoid the painful and unknowable struggle of accountability and growth. Fuck the road less traveled. Who knows what’s out there?

your muse’s greatest strength: Jason is passionate. That’s the heart of his conflict and his strength, really. He loves so much that it hurts. Everything he feels is felt in extremes, but at his heart, he loves deeply and loves forever. His family, his brothers—he would do anything for them, even if he’d never admit it. At the center of every conflict he has is love. The perceived lack of it, the excess of it. Jason Todd is defined by a love felt so deeply it has rotted and festered.

history / background:

Born to Willis and Catherine Todd, Jason was born and raised on the streets of Gotham City. Growing up caring for his mother and dealing with his emotionally and physically abusive father, he learned at a young age that love was as dangerous a weapon as it was powerful a force. After losing his mother to an overdose, he turned to petty crime. Serendipity shined down on him in the form of the Batmobile parked right on his street, missing its goddamn hubcaps, like the Holy Grail of suckers-to-rob. Maybe he got a bit cocky trying to go back for seconds.

Batman offered him a deal. If he let Batman enroll him in a reform school for boys, he wouldn’t turn him in. Jason wasn’t going to argue. Food, bed, and schooling? It wasn’t ideal, but better than the alternative. Only moderately. You know how it goes. Your school ends up being the front for a crime ring run by a crazy old woman, you help Batman stop a museum heist, and suddenly you’re Robin. Suddenly you have a mentor. Not just a mentor—suddenly you have a father. An older brother. A home.

Jason loved being Robin. He loved being Bruce’s son. There was a mean streak to him, an underlying paranoia of a shoe waiting to drop. Maybe that was why Bruce cared for him so deeply; why he adopted him, even before Dick. The recognition of himself in Jason. Maybe that was what he feared, too. Jason had a penchant for trouble, one that culminated in the ultimate consequence. While following a paper trail to uncover the identity of his mother, he was kidnapped, beaten, and ultimately killed by the Joker.

…and yet, he wasn’t. Not technically. An anomaly in time, corrected six months later, painfully brought him back to life, still in his grave. Scared, injured, and lying in a coffin, he dug himself out and fell into a coma from his newly refreshed wounds from the Joker. The aftermath is a bit hazy; he was thrown into a Lazarus Pit, revitalized, improved, some might say. Trained. Given the time and resources to harness his anger, to let it fester and corrupt his motivations. He returned to Gotham to confront Batman—to confront Bruce—not for letting him die, but for letting the Joker live. For not avenging him, his son, for not punishing him for separating them.

Refused the catharsis he wanted by Bruce, he turned his sights to Blüdhaven and Dick Grayson, his dear brother, and caused some havoc there. He didn’t blame Dick, really, but he knew him. Knew how he’d react to Jason; maybe it was the appeal of making someone hurt, making someone as angry as he was all the time. Maybe he wondered if Dick would reach out to him in a way Bruce hadn’t. It didn’t go as planned, to say the least. It seemed the world valued Jason Todd much more as a memorial in a cave than they did a living fuck-up.

The road beyond that is unclear. He’s reformed, in the vaguest of terms. Still willing to take that final step that Dick and Bruce won’t. Still willing to get his hands dirty. But his causes were… perhaps noble wasn’t the word, but they were generally good. He even worked amicably with Dick sometimes. Bruce was a harder nut to crack.

Now the universe is crumbling. The multiverse is crying out, and the finger’s on him. Because it always is, isn’t it? Maybe it is his fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have come back. The multiverse isn’t exactly kind to him.

Maybe the next one will be.

powers / abilities: this dysfunction is all natural baby!

inherent abilities:

Peak Human Condition: He keeps himself at peak physical condition using regimens given to him by both Bruce and his time with the League of Assassins.

Combat Training: During his time as Robin and after his resurrection, he was trained by highly skilled fighters, including Batman, Nightwing, and Talia al Ghul.

Firearms: Jason is a highly skilled marksman. Ironically, Bruce taught him how to shoot.

Swordsmanship: During his time with the League of Assassins, he was taught how to be a master swordsman by Talia.

Gymnastics/Acrobatics: He’s highly trained and skilled in gymnastics and acrobatics from training by Dick.

Master Detective: Before even being allowed to go out in the field as Robin, he mastered computer science, forensics, and the art of espionage. He’s a good detective, and enjoys a good mystery.

items / weapons:

Red Hood Helmet: Just a red helmet.

Red Hood Outfit: During this era his suit is literally just like. A riding suit. Jacket, shirt, combat pants+boots. His flop era

Red domino mask

Batarangs

Combat knife

Dual handguns

Respirator Mask

Electric Crowbars

starting ability: N/A

starting item: Red domino mask extra: much like the bible i am actively considering only the parts of canon i like and agree with and ignoring the rest

discord id: bestrobin

passcode: [harley voice] whos robin is this anyways?

[wri0thesley]

Nat, what are your headcanons for what kinks the JJK boys might be into? You choose which ones!!! (but it would be nice if you included sukuna ok bye👉👈)

anon you do not know what you are unleashing

warnings: mentions of dom/sub relationships, sensory deprivation, gags, blindfolds, pet play, spanking, jealousy, marking, pegging, breeding, bondage, humiliation, toys, dacryphilia, dumbification, corruption kink, predator/prey, unhealthy dynamics, somnophilia, guns, knives, needleplay, medical play. there’s a lot here. 

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo is one of those men who will try anything once, just to both say he has tried it and to see if he likes it. He hasn’t found something he hasn’t good at yet, and he sure as hell isn’t about to start with sex. He’s mostly a top; one of his absolute favourite things to do with you is to remind you of his strength. How powerful he is - he likes taking you against walls, holding you up with nothing but his own arms. He likes reminding you of what power he has over you. Big fan of you on your knees, looking up at him, pawing at him for attention. He likes overstimulating his partner until they don’t think they can come any more, and then they do. He also loves getting you to come without touching you; just seeing how utterly whipped you are for him. He also really likes sensory deprivation; gagging you, blindfolding you, tying your wrists together so you can’t touch him and all you can do is feel his hands sliding all over you. Has a bit of a kink for you dressing up cute; put on some cat ears, some frilly lingerie or a maid costume and he’ll be ripping it off of you in moments. If you’re smaller than him, he’s got a size kink - interlacing your hands with yours and smirking about how small they are, how small they’d look wrapped around his cock. He’s also a big fan of marking; he has a jealous, possessive streak. He hates thinking of other people touching you - hates it when you come home and other people’s cursed energy clings to you, and wants to ensure that it’s covered only with his. You can get him to sub for you, but he’ll be topping from the bottom, a bratty, cocky little monster as you peg him and he taunts you with ‘come on, you can go harder!’. 

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami’s kink is making you feel good.

Oh, he’s a top alright - he’s one of those stern, caring dominants who loves heaping praise on you when you’re good, and punishes you as if it’s your own fault, acting as though he’s sorry to have to do it as he spanks you even though his cock is hard and straining by your cheek. He mostly likes your obedience; likes you to cockwarm him if he asks, with any of your holes - likes it if you run to do whatever he says. He loves tieing you up with his tie - he also loves shibari, though he clicks his tongue and admonishes you when you squirm. He’ll take you out with a rope harness under your clothes to a fancy restaurant and his eyes will darken as you squirm and the ropes press against your most sensitive areas. If you want him to be a mean dom, though, he’ll gladly provide - just expect to be absolutely smothered with gentle aftercare afterwards. 

He’s got a bit of a hard-on for the idea of you being cute and domestic at home, waiting for him - wearing a frilly apron and nothing else, asking him how his day was, wearing a pretty night set and letting him slip inside of you while you’re half-asleep. He has a big breeding kink; he just wants you to know that you’re his, and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Perhaps has a little bit of a thing for public sex, though he’d deny it if asked - still, on a train, he always presses himself very close to you so you feel the hardness in his crotch and one of his arms wraps around you, big hands dangerously close to your more intimate areas. 

Also, call him ‘Sir’. Secretly very into the power dynamic of you being helpless for him; try a sexy secretary roleplay with him and he may or may not absolutely lose it. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto can be nice, or can be mean - it depends entirely on what he thinks you deserve. If the two of you are on even footing, he’s a fairly traditional man. He likes you in fancy, elegant lingerie - he likes you with his cock in your mouth, deep-throating as far as it can go. He likes you in short skirts and no underwear, likes to watch his come trickle out of you when he’s fucked it as deep in you as he can go, likes to make you scream and moan out his name.

If he thinks you’re lower than him, or less than him, though--

That’s when he starts being mean. Orgasm control, a collar around your neck, a leash that digs into your soft skin when he makes you walk behind him like a dog. Degradation (and he’s very good at that); name-calling, leaving toys buzzing inside you and telling you you’re not allowed to come, gagging you - coming inside you and plugging you up so you don’t waste a drop, because you should feel lucky to get to have any of him inside of you. Very much likes using toys on you.

Spanking, pulling your hair, choking you. Fucking you silly. Dumbification, so all you can think about is him (it’s not like you had much in your pretty little brain to begin with, is it?). If Geto is going to be mean to you, Geto is going to be mean, and you are going to love every second of it. 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji has a huge corruption kink. Taking someone innocent and wide-eyed and cute and just absolutely ruining them? Nothing gets him harder faster. He’s another with a size and a strength kink, too - no matter what size you are or how tall you are, he will push you around easily and you will have the breath knocked out of you because of how he hasn’t even broken a sweat.

Predator/Prey kink. Let him take you on a picnic and tell you to run; he loves the thrill of chasing you, of hunting you down - and probably, let’s be honest, eventually rutting into you like an animal with a hand pressed down over your mouth so you don’t alert any passers-by to the fact you are currently being fucked between the trees. 

Likes ruining you. Pulling your hair, making your makeup run, making you drool and slur your words because of how fucked out you are. Ripping your clothes. His favourite place to come is always inside you, but he also likes seeing his come spread all over your chest, your face, your thighs. Likes petplay, too - only instead of being in it for the cute ears and tail, he’s in it to have you on all fours whimpering like a bitch in heat. Will spank you, and you will say ‘thank you’. 

- ♡ -

♡ What isn’t Sukuna into, is more of the question here. Don’t even think for a second he’ll do anything like ‘sub’ for you - what he requests from his ‘partner’ (though it’s not really an equal partnership) is nothing less than total control. Everything you do will now be managed by him; he’ll decide what you wear (nothing), when you’re allowed out (never, you’re his now), and everything - down to how many breaths you should be taking in a minute. Will occasionally trip you up on his rules because he absolutely loves punishing you - spankings just seem to hit different when he has four arms to do them with. 

Sukuna will accept nothing less than total power exchange. You belong to him now; and that means he can do anything he wants to you. Definitely into you being fucked silly, over-stimulated - size kink, belly bulges, the whole nine yards. He does have two dicks, and you can and will take them both at the same time. If he says ‘jump’, you don’t ask ‘how high?’ - you just do it. 

On your knees before him at all times. Always ready to serve him, whenever he wants, never mind if people are looking at you - he gets a thrill out of people eyeing you up because he knows only he gets to touch you. Yes to cockwarming. Yes to degradation. Yes to being his human pet. Yes to fearplay - seeing the worry in your eyes is enough to have him wanting to fuck you right there and then. Yes to somnophilia, being touched whenever he wants to touch you, calling him ‘Master’. Yes to a chastity belt. Yes to you being humiliated, degraded, spanked, bitten, branded, spat on, choked, fucked until you can’t remember what it’s like not having one of Sukuna’s cocks inside of you--

Another one with a corruption kink, though his is a little more . . . sacrilegious than most. He is your God, now, and you’ll treat him as such - and that means serving him without hesitation. Knowing that you’re lucky to get a whit of his attention. 

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito will sub and dom you with equal pleasure; he’s bouncing with curiousity to try absolutely everything that human sexual intercourse has to offer, and you’re his helpful little guide to that. He’s going to explore some of the weirder kinks with you, but his favourites always seem to come back to those uniquely human ones - there’s something, for instance, about medical play that gets him excited. All of those interesting new clinical words, getting a chance to study your body up close and personal, watching how you move and squirm and twitch with equal precision! 

He’s a curse, and a curse born specifically of human hatred - he’ll let himself be degraded, and absolutely love it, but he’ll give back to you twice as hard and he’ll think it’s cute if it makes you cry. 

You’re his favourite toy, so he’s not going to fuck with your soul - but that doesn’t mean he won’t fuck with you in other, permanent ways. Mahito’s very interesting in exploring scarring and branding with you; very interested in kinks that other people might worry are dangerous. Wax play? Yes, he’ll try it, but don’t be surprised if you get hurt! Needleplay? Ooh, he’s itching to see how you’ll respond to it - and don’t worry, he’ll let you do it to him too!

Big exhibitionism kink - for you, that is. He’s had to accept not many people can see him, but the idea of someone stumbling across you in public half-naked and watching your hole be pumped by an invisible cock? Very fun! Very good! Mahito’ll try knife play, gunplay, fearplay - with him, you never know if you’re about to meet your expiry date, because he’s always smiling and laughing even when he’s deadly serious--

Oh, and being able to change his body at will? He definitely wants to explore that. Being able to make his own limbs into knives and guns and tentacles, give himself a dick that gets bigger and stretches you out more as he fucks you - there’s no way he’s not going to use that. He gets very interested in all of that human pornography (there’s so much of it) - and Mahito wants to watch it with you, and explore the things they do in those films with you - for your own good, I suggest keeping him away from hentai. 

-  ♡ -

[lunareclipsee]

a little thing that’s been in my head for a min

so sam takes darlin to a clan meeting bc it’s about quinn, and will wanted someone who was in close quarters with quinn for a long period of time in order to give the clan an actual idea of who they were up against

before it starts, everyone’s kinda lingering outside (vincent talking to lovely, fred and bright standing close to eachother bc they’re the only people they’re close to besides sam, and a couple of others dicking around before war talk) and darlin’ doesn’t even need to feel sam’s slight change in demeanor to know that the bitch that just walked in was alexis.

darlin involuntarily half-shifts, just making themselves bigger and more imposing, nobody touches him-

will eventually calls everyone in and they discuss war shit, how there’s rumor of quinn massmaking an army, how they fight newly turned vamps, how many allies they had, how they would go about it.

then, it’s darlin’s turn to dish on quinn. how they met him, how he manipulated them, how he made them believe that everyone was out to get them, how he kept them under him for so long. and how he would try to pull shit with everyone he could. he didn’t trance, he had never really felt the need to. getting people to follow his every order without magic gave him some sort of rush, it was his MO

sam was beside them the entire time, of course, subtly leaning into them, letting them know he was there.

after the meeting, sam and darlin’ walked out together and alexis was waiting with someone and she says smth like

“what a cute little guard dog, sammy. does it do tricks?”

sam tries to lead darlin away, because he knows who will win that fight and he really doesn’t want to deal with the fallout, but they get out a little jab before he can.

“i dunno, leech, wanna come over here and find out?”

now, a little background. darlin’ was absolutely raised country. up at 4:30, make breakfast, feed the animals, clean the pastures, all that. to be able to be around huge animals that early, they had to be quick on their feet. one second too late and they have a broken limb, a broken rib, or worse.

poor alexis doesn’t even fucking stand a chance. she leads with her left foot, so she’s ending up on the right of a half-shifted wolf who has her by the throat in a vice grip, not letting go. darlin’ may be a tank, but they’re not stupid. they know how to fight.

now, alexis is just playing along at first. looking all scared before sporting this cocky ass grin, but once she realizes she can’t get out? she’s beating at darlin’s arms begging sam to “get his mutt” and at that comment he just kinda throws his hands up like ‘not my problem anymore’

darlin gets her on the ground and gets in two punches before they’re pulled off

(it takes both will and vincent to keep darlin’ from breaking alexis’ nose, though vincent almost “accidentally” lost his grip. lovely is cheering darlin’ on bc they never liked alexis, especially after hearing what she did.)

[misssquishy]

Fifty Shades of Lucifer. 18+ an obey me fanfic🔞 (A dominant Lucifer and a submissive Mc)

🔞 Warning:  spanking, toys, bondage, shock collar and a whole bunch of sin.

I need some help. There was this obey me fanfic on this hellish website and I don't know who it was wrote by, or what was the title of the post, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about, please link it in the comments. so the boys were trying to hide their heat from Mc, but Mc, found out anyway and it went from youngest to oldest; belphegor got caught doing shit to Mc's underwear, beel fuck Mc on belph bed, asmo couldn't stand his own scent, Satan was angry, Levi did the 'do' to himself with his tail, Mammon was mammon and the last time I check Lucifer one wasn't out. so if anyone knows what I'm talking about please link it in the comments, I will kiss you.

If you're curious what is wrong with me click this link

if you find a grammar mistake don't tell me I'm not going to fix it

I was about to do this whole like every time Lucifer speaks is red but I forgot the app sucks donkey ass, so it doesn't save what I want it to do (it also removes some of the stuff I wrote down here)

He was sitting in his study, up late again as the night before paperwork had to be done. Lucifer was tired as he sat at his desk, gloves were off, his tie was undone.  Leaning against his hand as he tried his hardest to stay awake. He was stressed and he knew it. He was tired of the paperwork, his brother's antics and tired of cleaning up their messes. But he has too much pride to admit that he needs a break. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran through his hair. He came to a realization that he is too stressed to carry on, he needed to let out his frustration. He usually just holds it in until he has enough and blows up on Mammon. But recently Lucifer got a new pet to take his anger out on. He chuckled to himself as he stood up, he walked to the fireplace and put out the flames. He opened the door to his study and closed it behind him as he left for his room, a smile plastered across his face as he made his way to his room, gratefully waiting for your arrival.

Feeling groggy your eyes flutter open, slowly being woken up by your D.D.D. ringing on the nightstand. You rolled out of bed and walked to the nightstand, the name 'Lucifer' flashed on the screen as you answered the call "Hello…?" "Were you asleep?" He asked with a voice more tired sounding than yours "Come to my room, now, don't make me wait" you looked at your phone confusedly as the call ended, you wondered why Lucifer wanted you at this hour as you slowly walked to his bedroom. You knocked on the wood, a weary "Come in" encouraged you to open the door "You wanted to see me, Lucifer?" "Yes, close the door" you complied and closed it. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on a little box lying on his bed. You looked at the table, several more Akuzon boxes sitting on it. You glanced at the Avatar pride that was sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand "Come, set" he gestured to the bed. you wandered over and sat down next to the box  "I'm sorry for calling on you at this hour, I needed to ask you a question"  "Is the question that important that you have to wake me up at 2:00 am?" Lucifer didn't like the cocky tone in your voice as you said those words, but he kept calm as he knew that cockiness wouldn't last for long "Yes, it's very important for that it couldn't wait for tomorrow" he put the glass of wine up to his lips and sipped it "First, I would like you to open your gift" he gestured to the Akuzon box sitting next to you. You hesitated, it's Lucifer after all and the way he was staring at you, wasn't innocent. He noticed your expression as you looked at the box curiously and laughed "Go on, It's not poisonous, you can open it"  you looked at him then slowly shrugged as you began to open the box. You were shocked as your eyes looked at the content within the box: a red leash with a matching collar and golden dog tags attached to it

"Do you like it?" He asked with a slight smile across his face. You stared at the collar as you noticed your full name and your date of birth on one of the dog tags, and the words ‘property of Lucifer’ on the other "Now, on to the question why you're here" he said as he sat his glass on the table "Are you my good girl?" You stare at him as you slowly realize the real reason why you're here. You tightly squeeze the dog collar as your heart pounded with excitement "yes" you mumble as you squeeze your thighs together, your hips shifting in your seat. Lucifer let out a slight chuckle  "Is that how good girls talk now?" You looked down at the floor in shame as you slowly shook your head "Now, I'll ask you again" placing his elbows on the table as he rested his chin on his hands "are you my good girl?" He stared at you and curiosity as he wandered, will you give him what he wanted? You started to become aroused. You know what he wants, and you know if you say it, you would become his bitch from that point on. staring at the collar again, glancing over the dog tags once more as you took a deep breath and let out a little ”yes, master”

Lucifer started laughing, that was the right answer. He leaned back in his seat and patted his leg "Come here, and bring the gift" you tried to put up some "fight". you think it's fun to get under his skin sometimes, and think it's sexy when he gets angry "I'm not a dog, Lucifer" . He saw that you were still defiant, and wondered how much you could take until you finally broke. He sighed "why are you so damn stubborn?" He stood up straight, his words were full of annoyance as he spoke "I said come here" you rolled your eyes as you got on your hands and knees on the floor and slowly crawled to Lucifer, leash and collar in your hand. Stopping between his legs as you look at him, a devilish grin plastered across his face "That's how good girl's should act" a part of you hates being treated like a dog, but you can't ignore your arousal. And the more obedient you are, the more ecstatic he becomes. He took the collar from you and fastened it around your neck "It fits perfectly" he said "Now people will know who you belong to" He then patted his lap, encouraging you to lay on it. As you lay your head on his inner thigh he begins to rub his fingers through your hair "You're such a good girl, yes you are" you sit there as he pat your head and you close your eyes, it was soothing. It was late and you didn't mean to. but loving the tension, you slowly drifted off to sleep. Lucifer saw that you were going to sleep and got even more annoyed. 

He grabbed the leash and yanked on it, jerking you forward "Don't you dare go to sleep on me now, we haven't got started yet" he let go of the leash and place a hand on your cheek "I have more gifts for you" he said "But you have to earn them" his hand moved to the back of your head and ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful of it, making you wince as you stared at the devilish grin on his face "Now, be a good girl and suck your master’s cock" he set up and started unbuckling his pants "I will warn you, I'm not going to hold back this time" You weighed in anticipation as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He ran his thumb under the waistband of his boxers staring at you while he did it, making you wait "Is this what you want?" He asked while pulling down his boxers, exposing his aching shaft. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you can't deny it any more, you did enjoy the way he treated you. He cocked an eyebrow at your eagerness. He found it amusing, how you were so hesitant the first time you two did something like this, but in that moment you were like a dog begging for a treat, and he loved it. Lucifer put a hand on your cheek, his thumb entered your mouth and rubbed it on the inside of your cheek before pulling on it, making your mouth open wider. The tip of his cock rested on your tongue before sliding in your mouth, a slight hiss escaped from his lips as you fully took him in your mouth "Ahw! fuck yes!" His hands moved to the back of your head, his fingers slid through your hair as he bucked his hips. You gagged as Lucifer’s cock slid into your throat, you always had trouble taking him in your mouth, he definitely was on the thicker side than his brothers. your aching pussy throbbed between your legs as your arousal began to be unbearable. Enjoying the feeling of your face being fuck, you put your hand down your pants and started teasing yourself, rubbing and teasing the sensitive folds. 

Lucifer stopped, looking down at you,  he saw what you were doing and pulled out of your throat, resting his cock in your mouth before slamming back deep in your throat, making you choke.

 your eyes begin to water from the feeling of his member violently thrust into you "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself" he removes his cock from your throat, leaving you with an empty feeling. You wanted more, removing your hands but reaching out a hand to touch the throbbing member before you, but Lucifer smacked your hand away "dogs don't eat their meal with their hands" he grabbed your hair and pushed your face against his crotch making his dick grind against your cheek. He took the tip of his cock and started pressing it against your cheek "A good dogs eat there food with there fucking tongue" he said while forcefully rubbing the head of his member against your cheek, making your face shiny with pre "Now, be a good BITCH and eat your food" you tried to put up a fight. You wanted to please him, but you also wanted to piss him off just to see what he does next "I. AM. NOT. A. DOG-" as soon as you said those words, Lucifer immediately became annoyed and grabbed your face. He held your chin with a tight grip as his thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks "are you trying to piss me off!?"

Yes, yes you were..

"Why are you so disobedient?!" He knew you were being disobedient on purpose, he knew you were just trying to get under his skin, just to rile him up. He knows he has to break you now. Lucifer roughly rubs the tip of his cock against your lips, making them glossy as he covers them in pre-cum "Now, be a good bitch and lick my cock" without hesitation your tongue is out, licking the underside of Lucifer's shaft. You rolled your tongue from the base to his head. A weak "finally" croak from Lucifer's throat. Your tongue explored his shaft, licking up and down his cock making him grit his teeth. You licked back up to the tip and started circling the head with your tongue. Lucifer growled when the tip of your tongue licked at the slit of his cock. Looking up at him, his eyes were glossy with a yellow hue as his gaze met yours "does it feel good?" You smile with a slight chuckle as the tip of your tongue digs into the slit of his member, lapping up beads of pre. Lucifer got agitated "shut up" your mouth was suddenly filled with his cock. You put your hands on his hips and dig your nails into his skin, the feelings of  your throat being filled up once again made you moan around him. He bucked his hips, he ran his fingers through your hair as he started to lose it  "N- now that's how a good girl should act!" His thrust got faster and rougher, and the pathetic, muffled sound that you tried to make only encouraged him "do m- my pet want a treat?" He pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Lucifer took his cock out of your mouth, and stroked it in front of your face "open your mouth, and stick out your tongue" you did what you were told, sticking your tongue out and watched him as he stroked his member, vigorously. His tip lied on your tongue as he pumped his cock up and down "don't spill a fucking drop!" he said with gritted teeth. With one final grunt, your mouth was full with his cum. Covering your tongue. his cum overflowed from your mouth, you tried to catch it with your hands. Lucifer pulled away and looked at you. He got even more annoyed, you had one job and you couldn't do it right "lick your hands" he said with a disappointed look on his face. You stared at your hands that were covered in his seed and put them up to your lips. You looked up at him as you started to lick the palm of your hands, tracing your tongue over lines in your hands that were covered in his seed. Lucifer stared intensively as he watched you suck your fingers, staring right into your eyes as you licked between your fingers. When you are done you sit on the floor, waiting for him to give you another command. He laughed at your obedience "you did such a good job in sucking me off, but…" he crouch down in front of you, a slight devious smile plastered across his face as he tap the floor with a finger "you missed a spot" you looked down at the small puddle of Lucifer's cum seeping into the carpet "Lick it up" you stared at him "no" you said with a little cockiness in your voice. Lucifer didn't find your disobedience cute however, now he knows that he has to break you of that little Pride you have left.

"I don't think I stuttered, did i?" Lucifer's voice was low and cold. He grabbed you by the hair and pushed your face down into the carpet "I said Lick. It. Up!" You reluctantly did what you were told. He watched with amusement as you lapped up his cum from the carpet like a dog. When you were done you looked at him, waiting for another command. Lucifer met your gaze, chuckled as he slowly shook his head. He grabbed you by the arm and made you stand up, his hands moved up to your face. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that still remains "you were doing so good, mc" he said as his hands slide down  to your shoulders "but you wasted it, so now I'm going to have to punish you" he grabbed you by the arm again and sat down on the couch, dragging you down with him. He bent you over his knee, making you face the fireplace. You let out a gasp as he started pulling down your pants "Lucifer?!" He let your pants dangle from your ankles, exposing your ass to him. He ran a hand up your thighs, and slowly cupped one of your cheeks before slapping it. you whine from the pain. You tried to brace yourself for another strike, but you couldn't help but to scream as his hand came in contact with your skin again, harder, making a wave of pain wash over your body "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, you wasted my cum and you are so disobedient. Scream all you like, this is your fault" he hit you harder, and harder. Your screams bounce off the walls. It hurts, but you couldn't help but to get off from it. Lucifer was enjoying your screams as he slapped your ass, leaving red handprints on your abused skin "Apologize" "wha-?!" Was all you can say before he hit you again "Apologize for what you did" his hand began to rubbed over the red skin of your ass "Apologize for being disobedient, wasting my cum and for touching yourself without my permission" he slapped you again making you whimper out a weak "I'm sorry" he slapped your ass again "LOUDER!" "I'M SORRY!" You screamed as you balled your hands into fists. You brace yourself for another hit but you are caught off guard by Lucifer laughing. He didn't know why he was laughing, but somehow the way you pleaded for forgiveness was cute, and also pathetic. Lucifer's hand went back to your ass. You wince from the stinging sensation as Lucifer's warm hands started rubbing the abused skin of your ass cheek, smirking as he rubbed the red marks that he made "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "no.." you whimpered out. Lucifer  knew that you were lying and found it cute that you tried so hard to deny what you truly wanted. His hand moved to your thighs, slowly sliding them up. Your whimpers turn into moans as Lucifer fingers trails over your aching folds "If you're not enjoying this, then why are you so wet?" He removed your pants from your ankles and threw them. He grabbed you by the arm and lifted you up to make you straddle him. The smile that was on Lucifer's face quickly turned into a devilish grin when he saw your tearful eyes. Lucifer cooed happily as  he licked your fallen tear from your cheeks, before moving to your ear and whispering "Maybe we should stop" "what...?" You said as you tried not to focus on the stinging sensation from your butt "Since my bitch is crying so much, then we need to stop" you were shocked. Why did he want to stop now? This wasn't the first time that Lucifer spanked you, far from it, but this time you know it was different. Almost like he's been causing you pain deliberately, like he's trying to prove something. Your mine ran blink for a moment, then a slight sigh lifted you as leaned your head against his shoulder “I will stop with the behavior” You now know what this was about. Your voice was hoarse as you quietly whispered "don't stop…. please" you moved to kiss him. A gentle kiss to his lips turned into a rough one, leaving you gasping for air when you pulled away “ You sank to your knees on to the floor, grabbing the red leash that was still hooked to the red matching collar that was still on your neck. Lucifer was surprised when you put the leash into his open palm and then closed his hand. Pulling away, you looked up at him as nothing but shame fell from your lips "please don't stop" you let your head hang down a shame as you continued "I'll do what you say, I'll be your dog, just don't stop" setting on the floor with your head down, you felt a shane but you wanted more. The room was uncomfortably silent as the two of you waited on for the other one to speak first, the Avatar Pride was stunned by your sudden actions that he actually looked at you with a slight pity. It was until you utter the word "master?" when Lucifer's calm demeanor turns into greed. When he loosened his grip on the leash it slithered out of his hand, and on to the floor "such a picky pet" you kept your eyes on the floor, waiting for your master to tell you what to do. It wasn't until Lucifer grabbed you by the hair when you looked at him, a stinging sensation in your scalp from how hard he was gripping on to your hair. Lucifer looked at you with disgust  and that look that he gives you when he's disciplining you. It was full of shame and disappointment, and you usually were afraid when he looked at you like that, but in this situation you can't help being aroused. "You'll do what I say, huh?" You nod your head with the little mobility you had "You like it when I treat you like a dog, don't you? treating you like shit, while I fuck your brains out?" a worried "yes" was all you can say before you were forcefully tossed on the floor "Then prove it" he crossed his legs as he continued "Bow to me and prove your loyalty" you moved from your spot on the floor to be in front of Lucifer. Setting yourself up where you were on your knees, and slowly bowing your head. It wasn't enough for Lucifer however, and he silently put his foot on the back of your head, and pushed down to make your face buried in the carpet "Look at you, not putting up a fight like an obedient bitch" he continued "now, who does this bitch belong to?" He slowly started grinding his foot into your head, making you wince "I said who do you belong to?" A weary "you, sir" came out before your face was buried deep into the carpet, your head pinned  down to the floor by Lucifer's foot "I'm going to do what I want to you and you're not going to complain, you understand me?"

"Yes, master"

"Good"

Lucifer removed his foot and stood up straight "I guess you're good enough" you lift your head to look up at him, a sweet and gentle smile replaced the wicked grin he had before "You can open a another present" he gestured to one of the Akuzon boxes that was still on the table "Some may bring you pleasure, while the other will bring you pain. But no matter which one you choose, you will enjoy it" You turn to look at the table in the several unopened boxes lying upon it. Staring at the different sized boxes you wondered to yourself; If the first box had a leash and a dog collar in it, what was inside the others? You wanted to open all of them at once to ease your mind, but it wasn't until you noticed that one of the boxes didn't have the Akuzon logo on it. It was just a plain box. Lucifer shifted closer, he noticed that you were glaring at a pacific box that he put together. sitting on the edge of the couch he leaned down to hover over you "Are you sure you want that one?" Your curiosity turned into dread. The unknown contents of the box started to become concerning as you reminisced what Lucifer said "what's in these that would make me feel pain?" Lucifer didn't give a direct answer other than a smile "Pick one and find out" you hesitated, still unnerved by the fact that you don't know what is in the boxes. but put that uneasiness aside as you want this to continue. You pointed to the box with no recognizable markings and sighed "This one" with a smile Lucifer grabbed your arm and stood up, making you stand on your feet. He walked with you until you both were in the middle of the room, standing under the chandelier. He told you to "Stay" and return to the table. He picked up the box that you singled out and opened it. Lucifer proceeds to rummage through contents of the box "Take off your shirt" he demanded over his shoulder. You did what you were told, taking off your shirt and letting it fall to the floor, leaving you naked. You tried covering your chest with your arms but as soon as your hands touched your breasts, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and jerked you forward. He gave you that look again, that disapproving look that made your legs weak. Suddenly, Lucifer tied your wrists together, it wasn't until the rest of the rope was strong through the chandelier when you noticed his intentions. He pulls on the rope, making your arms raised above your head. He didn't stop pulling it on, however. Pulling the rope tighter and tighter, you begin to whimper about the rope starting to dig into your skin. It wasn't until you're on your tippy toes when Lucifer stopped and tied the rope to the Chandelier. He took a step back to look at you. Staring at the pretty 'rope bunny' in front of him, made the Pride filled demon giddy with glee. Even though he was tired, Lucifer hasn't felt this satisfied in a while. the only time he find something this satisfying is when he used to torture demons that disobey him, or when his greedy little brother max out his credit cards. The way your wrist was bound together and the way your legs wanted to give out as the chandelier struggled to hold your weight, made his cock hardon again. 

"It's too tight" you felt the rope dig into your skin. It is not the first time you've been tied up, but you were struggling. Lucifer just closed his eyes and shook his head, he giggled "I thought you said you won't complain" he looked disappointed in his face as he continued "It seems like I have to discipline you" he turned around and walked back to the table. You watched as Lucifer put up the box of the table and walked back over to you, with that same disappointing look. Your eyes met. It wasn't until he walked behind you and that eye contact broke, you tried to angle your head to see him, but you couldn't because of how your arms were positioned "what are you doing?" Lucifer shushes you. You tried your best to know what he was doing by the sound of his movement, but to no avail. The room became uncomfortably silent. You heard no movement, nothing, almost like Lucifer wasn't behind you "Lucifer?..." Nothing. You tried again "Lucifer… please" still nothing. It was only when you mumble the word "master?" When you heard something like a snort when you were reminded of his presence. You heard Lucifer footsteps, he was right behind you but you were still startled when you heard his voice right in your ear "impatient, are we?" Suddenly, the caller that was still around your neck was being removed and it was immediately replaced by something else. You couldn't look to see what it was as it was around your neck, but you could tell whatever that was now around your neck wasn't normal. It wasn't long until Lucifer's hands were on your body. Coming from behind, his hands started at your waist, feeling your soft skin as his fingers shift to your hips "Such a delicate human form" he said "Too bad I'm going to ruin it" Lucifer moved back from you, going back to the bed he picked up a ball gag that he took out of the box. Lucifer then walked in front of you "open your mouth" he demanded as he put the ball of the gag up to your lips, and fastened passed the straps behind your head after you took the gag between your teeth. Now you were bound, gagged and completely at a demon's mercy, you could scream and no one would hear it. Just what Lucifer wanted. You looked at one another, like a standoff between predator and prey, but the prey knows it has lost. Lucifer shuffled back behind you but quickly walked back in front of you as he held something behind his back. With his hand, he reaches up and caresses your face. You leaned into his touch, letting out a muffled moan as a ball gag had you mostly silent. But that sweet moment didn't last for too long however. As soon as you let your guard down, Lucifer grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back. Your whimpers were blocked by the ball gag but that was still enough for the Avatar Pride. The thing that Lucifer was hiding behind his back moved in between your legs "If you cum, I'll make you regret it" before you could think, the feeling of pleasure rushed through you. The vibrator that Lucifer pressed against your aching pussy made your legs weak, as your moans that were blocked by the gag tried to break through. You felt your knees starting to buckle, the rope that was still wrapped around your wrist was the only thing keeping your body from falling on the floor. Your body felt like it was about to collapse, he just started touching you and you're already at your peak,  you weren't expecting to cum so soon, you blame yourself for being so sensitive. But you didn't want to give up your orgasm quite yet. You looked up and focused your eyes on your two arms that were bound above your head, trying your best not to climax. Lucifer knew you were trying to fight it, he took your resisting as obedience. But Lucifer wanted you to cum so he could punish you. Lucifer was sliding his fingers across your sensitive flesh, increasing your excitement and stimulating you as you tried to steady your breathing. He placed a kiss on your breasts, it was gentle, a lot more gentle than the ones he gave you on your lips. But when his mouth moved to your nipples, you tried to ignore him. Closing your eyes trying not to give in to the pleasure. When he wasn't getting the response that he wanted, Lucifer rubbed the vibrator on your clit but not before putting on the toy on Max power. Your eyes shot open, you looked down at the smug demon who was teasing your breasts. You wanted to scream, to let your voice out but the ball gag prohibits those rights. All you could do was inhale and exhale rapidly, as you begin to unravel. The wand continued to vibrate your clit, you felt the urge to cum increase when Lucifer pinch your nipples between his teeth. your orgasm rattled you as you cried out his name in a long note of pleasure. Your climax just kept rising higher and higher, you could feel your knees weaken tremors throughout as you wrote out your orgasm as your juices drench down your thighs and cover Lucifer's hand.he moves to cup your face wiping the loose strands of hair away. You stared at him teary-eyed as you try to come down from your euphoric high, he smiled at you wickedly before he whispered in your ear "you came, so now I get to punish you" you realize what you have done, you disobey your master and slowly start shaking your head "no" but you're quiet please fell on deaf ears as bolts of electricity rush your body. You screamed but nothing came out as agonizing pain filled your body. And just like that it was gone, leaving you a twitching mess as the remnant of electricity made your nerves feel like they were jumping. Your legs finally give out. The only thing that kept you from falling to the ground was the ropes that still bind your wrists to the chandelier. You were breathing rapidly, you wanted to pass out but lost his voice caught your attention "This is your punishment, so enjoy it" the rush of the electricity filled your body once more but it was a lot stronger, more painful. And once again the feeling of being shocked was gone, leaving you a trembling, confused mess. your heart pounding in your head as you tried to think straight, feeling dizzy and your vision was doubled, you slowly trying to gain your sanity back. It wasn't until you heard Lucifer calling your name when finally you felt like yourself again "Mc? Is my little doggie dead?" You looked at him, after what he did to you, Lucifer's caring smile felt foreign. He proceeded to remove the ball gag from your mouth. as soon as Lucifer did that, you're heavy panting was the only thing coming out of your mouth before you ask, in a shaky breath "w- w- what the fuck d- did you do to- to me?!" He pointed to his neck "shock collar" he calmly said. Lucifer pulled out a small remote and waved it across your face. You stared at him bewildered then remembered that he put something around your neck that you couldn't see "I did originally bought it for Cerberus, but sometimes inside bitches needs discipline too" Lucifer precedes to untie your wrist and you immediately collapsed in his arms, tired as you can barely stand up. Lucifer wiped the sweat from your face, he stared into your tired eyes and gave you a sweet kiss to your forehead. But when you thought the torture was over, Lucifer grab your hair again and when you saw that disappointed look on his face, you knew it wasn't over "Get your ass to the bed, and bend over" your master gave you orders and you followed them. Getting onto your hands and knees, you tried your best not to fall over as you crawled to Lucifer's bed. Bending over, you stuck your ass up in the air as your upper body laid on top of the covers. Looking over the bed, you notice there was more sex toys lying upon it: couple of vibrators, a few dildos. But one thing that caught your eye the most was Lucifer's riding crop. The same riding crop was picked up by the demon. Lucifer gripped the riding crop tightly in his hands and glared at your still bright red ass. 

"do you remember what to say?" Preparing for the strike to come, you gripped the covers and nodded in response. Lucifer took a deep breath before striking you with the riding crop. you jerked forward, you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure as Lucifer precedes to hit you again

 "say it"

 "I'm a dumb human whore" the riding crop came in contact with your skin as Lucifer precedes to hit you harder 

"what else?"

 "I love to be stuffed by demon cock. To be used as a cum dope by your kind" he hit you again the riding crop leaving red marks to your already abused bottom 

"do you like to be treated like this?" Another strike thrash your skin, your words messy as you try to breathe

 "I- l love to be abused, used and treated like the scum I am" Lucifer steps back and smiles, admiring the new marks he added to your skin. Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair and quietly chuckled to himself as he watched you slowly crawl into his bed. Tired and out of breath, you just wanted to be filled up by him. You roll over onto your back and spread your legs open, you reached between your legs and spread open your wet and drenching cunt, exposing yourself to him "please, just fuck me" you continue "I said what you wanted, I did what you wanted, now please just do this one thing for me and fuck me" Lucifer inhale deeply, as he fight the urge to ravish you, to bury his cock deep inside of you. He looked over to his nightstand and slowly laughed as he stared at a clock that was sitting on it "look at the time. it's very late, maybe we should get some sleep?"

[bigtittydemonwife]

Life in the Slender mansion with a serial killer harem Part One Feat: EJ, Jeff, Jane

a/n: Guess who's back bitches

I had a mental breakdown, got kidnapped by jeff, lived that (y/n) life, cleaned my room at 3am, stayed in my bed for a week while binge watching the same two minecraft youtubers, dyed my hair red and came back swinging.

this is simply self indulgent crack living that mAiN ChArAcTer MaRy SuE (Y/n) life which also borders on yandere

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Living day to day in a place like the slender mansion can be strange to say the least, on the worst day it's lying in bed staring at the ceiling to a Courage The Cowardly Dog episode that been playing on repeat for an hour that you can't be bothered to change while disassociating so hard your ceiling doesn't even look like a ceiling and you can't remember how words work or what colors exists anymore.

and on the good ones you can look at something that looks like a lovecraftian horror and tentacle hentai had a child standing in the living room yelling at a teenage boy who looks like he listens to my chemical romance close to stabbing each other to death and you just gotta say whack and go back to making burnt toast.

It's odd to say the least, but at least the company isn't all that bad. at least to you.

To start off there's Jack.

Eyeless Jack to be precise but you always just called him Jack, after all if you lost your legs you were 100% sure you would not want to be called Legless (Y/n), like, way to rub salt in the wound how about I call you fatherless Jeff would you like that? No? I didn't think so.

Anyway, Jack is probably the one with the closet connection to his humanity despite being arguable on of the ones furthest from it when it comes to blood, at least on his good days.

Jack still puts his knowledge of medicine to good use and became the doctor of sorts to the mansion, if you we're injured weather it was a sore stomach or broken ribs Jack knew how to treat you, the extent of how he helped you depended on how much he liked you on a scale of one to ten.

Anything from a 1 to a 3 means a quick run though of help and what to you and helped back to your room if he had too, other than that unless you came back to him he was officially done,

a 4 to a 6 he puts more work into it, while he may not be super nice he won't be rude, he'll have a softer touch when he treats you and will stop by every now and then to check on you.

a 7 to a 10 is very unlikely, this Jack cares a lot for that person and will do anything sort of healing them himself and monitoring their health constantly.

On this scale you are an 11, if Jack isn't forcing you to stay in his office until you get better he's almost always in your room checking in on you like a mother hen, but it's not awful, after all if your injured and lonely Jack is very charming and an amazing conversationalist, you've found he's not only book smart but socially and morally smart. the conversations you've had been with have been some of your most interesting and enlightening.

Then on the opposite border of this is Jeff, Jeff is....if a cat became a person. He's not a good person, morally speaking no one in the mansion is, but Jeff is the easiest to villainize due to his already menacing and disrespectful attitude, but despite this Jeff isn't always like this.

Sure he's a cocky jerk with the attitude of a angsty teenage boy but that's to be expected, and Jeff isn't completely mean all the time, he just shows his emotions differently than most people.

for example, Jeff prefurs a teasing quip to a compliment most of the time, or a headpat to a hug but he's very protective, He's like a flea covered stray cat you find in the alley and bring into your house, it hisses and scratches but if another cat tries to sleep on your bed a genocide is being committed.

Jeff at day is a different person at night, the comfort of the darkness can bring out a difference in everyone. The loneliness of the night tends to remind Jeff of the similarities in himself. No matter what, there's a rule, Never bring up what Jeff says at night during the day.

Then there's Jane. beautiful women, goddess among mortals. Jane is naturally a very kind person, especially to people she cares about, Jane is less possessive at least noticeable so, since she really sees you as a friend she can't bare to do anything that would hurt your feelings or make you feel bad.

Jane morally sees things as black and white, good or evil, to her there really is no between, and even if she had to turn evil to herself and her morals she saw it as a lesser evil if it was taking down someone worse. Which means she sees you as good, it doesn't matter what you do to her you're an angel who can do no wrong. She truly loves who you are as a person no matter what you look like or choose to be,

Love can make you blind and in Janes case love pulled a Rika scratched her eyes out gave her glasses with no lenses and said "try"

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Karl Heisenberg with Lycan!S/O

Okay, so I didn’t know if you wanted this to be a story/one-shot or not, if you do feel free to reach out and ask. But on another note, this is how I think this would play out with a reader who can change at will with everyone’s favourite discount Magneto.

Spoilers for the game if you haven’t seen it yet. [You never know]

Both General/Fluff and Smut HCs [This also covers the topic of heat]

Enjoy!

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! General HCs!

!Gender Neutral!

Karl was shocked when you first met, to say the least, he found you in the village just living your life with the people of the village, just trying to feel normal and that if you tried enough then you’d make it true and maybe that other part of you would leave.

He almost killed you when you met, wanting to make you a part of his army to rebel against Mother Miranda. He had you alone, ready to pounce until you changed, a defense mechanism to keep you safe. He wanted to take you home with him like you were a lost puppy on the side of the road.

You didn’t go until the village found out about your “condition” and gives you the ultimatum to leave or die. So you left and with the Lycans being debatable about you when you’re out of Lycan form you went to the factory.

Karl’s way of welcoming you was more a joke than anything. The man held up a collar like “welcome home puppy” and when you tried to take off his arm he dropped the joke as a whole and resorted to just keeping you

He, of course, has trust issues as you’re the first of your kind and he suspects instantly that Mother Miranda’s behind this so expect many places to be closed off and him being very tight-lipped about his work.

When you do gain his trust you’re basically appointed to be his attack dog-er-Lycan. Given your new status in the “food chain” [for lack of a better term], a lot of the Lycans go out of their way to listen to you and to stay out of your way, they’ll recognize you as an alpha given your place beside Karl

Given your strength with being a Lycan, he’ll ask get you to help move things that he can’t because they’re not metal and he’ll lowkey think it's hot but won’t admit it to a single soul.

He will all the way take you everywhere he goes: down to the workshop, out looking for scraps [he loves getting you to find “the good shit”], even just out on a walk-in and out of the factory

He’ll also take you to meetings with the other lords and Mother Miranda and tell you to stay by his side, which you do

Should an argument arise between him and Lady D. he’ll hold his hand out to get you to stay but if it gets physical you step in and keep them apart.

Would all the way scratch your ears to calm you down if you start to lose control in your Lycan form

Should you two start a relationship:

He’s a lot more aware of you and your status in the Lycan pack and will not hesitate to [bonk] kill one of them if they make an advancement

On nights when neither of you can sleep but don’t want to work he’ll convince you to change forms to cuddle and 9 times out of 10 the warmth that radiates off of you has him out like a light.

He’ll spoil you: make you stuff, bring you something he found while scavenging that he thought you might like, steal something for you from Lady D. cause he thought it’d be cute on you

Would jokingly get/make you a collar like “you’re technically my dog/bitch right?”

He will literally do anything for you especially when you go into heat: bring you things for a nest, cuddle you when you’re in pain, work from the room instead of his workshop

He’s whipped

!Smut!

Is way more turned on than he’s willing to admit when you change forms and get dominant with him. While the man is dripping dominant switch energy there’s something about you biting him with sharp teeth and using him that gets him off

He will make you wear the collar he got/made you so he can pull you by it

Man will all the way call you “puppy” while getting it on either during or before to get you riled up

“Who’s my little puppy?”

“Such a needy puppy for me.”

Talkback to him and don’t be surprised when he muzzles you because “you wanna act like a bitch you’ll be treated like one”

If you’re in heat he will not hesitate to help you out, a free chance for sex [of course it depends on the timing because the man is a workaholic]

Will leave marks [that’s the tweet]

He’s a cocky little shit so every chance he gets he’ll tease you about moaning or begging for him to do something

“What did you say? Ima need you to speak up.”

“You’re such a slut, begging for me.”

To say the trash man will destroy you is an understatement.

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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can i fix him but it's the f1 grid.

lewis hamilton - i have not figured out if i wanna get railed by him or get adopted by him, either way, he would be the one fixing me. he just looks so kind.

valtteri bottass - he's finnish, he takes part in cycling competitions for fun, he poses naked for netflix and insta. there is something about this man that intrigues me. so, i wouldn't fix him but i would observe him very keenly for academic purposes.

max verstappen - i could fix him, but why would i do that, when i can be the one that makes him worse? i would be the final element to his corruption arc.

checo - if helmut hasn't already fucked him for calling lewis the 2021 champion (so true, bestie), i would probably fuck him up by giving him anxiety about my reckless behaviour. he would be worried about me.

charles leclerc - i cannot fix this man or do any emotional damage to him. he's headed towards an inevitable jungle fuck and i just wanna egg him on when he's fucking up.

carlos sainz - does not evoke any strong emotion in me, looks pleasant enough but nothing about him compels me to care enough about him to fix him.

lando norris - yeah, i could fix him. i have insane patience when it comes to cocky dumb fucks, so yeah i could and would fix him.

daniel ricciardo - i have enough trauma and toxic habits (that i'm working on changing) that could just wreck him, but that guy's strong. but, he also has this deep desire to be liked by everybody which i despise. but i also adore his general vibe and optimism. but, historically, i have a bad record with people who are too nice. i feel like we could either fix each other or completely ruin each other's stability.

pierre gasly - doesn't need to be fixed. petty bitch (justified), but has a base level of emotional maturity. i just wanna ask him where he got his blonde tips done. also, would ask for an insight into charles' brain.

yuki tsunoda - no, i'd be friends with him simply because of how angry he is. already fucked up and i have no desire of fixing him.

sebastian vettel - i wanna get married to him. don't want anything else. we could build each other up, make a home, take care of each other, all while engaging in activism while judging others. best case for everybody.

lance stroll - daddy's money, but actually has talent. yeah, i could fix him but don't really know what there is to fix.

fernando alsonso - i want him to [redacted]. he would fuck me up. period.

esteban ocon - underrated. but i don't feel strongly about him to fix him. although, considering his maybe-rivalry with pierre, he might need some slight tweaking. i could do that.

nick latifi - would make him grow out his hair and beard. that's all that needs to be fixed.

george russell - hidden anger issues while maintaining a superficial layer of politeness? i would either fix him or murder him depending on the day i'm having.

kimi raikkonen - i know a sum total of nothing about the guy. also finnish, i think? added to the list of people i have an academic interest in.

antonio giovinazzi - he's italian and looks like jesus. by virtue of that, i would just let him be. maybe ask him about his shampoo.

mick schumacher - i wouldn't try anything on him. i wanna go to gardens with him, teach dogs tricks with him, learn how to ride horses. our friendship would have no emotional layer to it apart from vibing with each other and having mutual admiration.

the other guy from haas - i refuse to be associated with him. anybody who brings me near him will be hearing from my lawyer.

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 5

xWord Count: 3,374

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 5/?

A/N: If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 5

I woke up to a heavy and warm wight around my waist. As my mind started registering the scene around me, I noticed the soft snores that were filling the room, the strong smell of cologne, the rough skin encircling me, the chest in front of me that raised and fell at a slow pace. At some point during the night, Derek must have crawled into bed, and I couldn’t say that I minded.

He looked peaceful when he slept. No supernatural problems, no feuds, no hunters, just peace. My hand unconsciously landed on his cheek, softly stroking his cheek. Still succumbed to slumber, he leaned into the touch, nuzzling his head onto my hand like a puppy. I wish this could be the way it always was, but now that I knew the reality of the world we were in, there was no chance it would ever stay this way.

Deciding to let him sleep longer, I tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen where breakfast had already been prepared. I looked around and noticed that their car keys were gone, which meant they had left early in the morning to do whatever it was that they always did. I greeted Brody who had trotted my way from the living room, and filled his dog bowl, adding a few tasty treats. While I served two plates, I put the coffee machine to run, ensuring the freshest pot for the morning. I looked around for a tray to take the breakfast upstairs in case my parents came back at any moment, eating my food as the coffee brewed. Placing some cream and sugars on the tray, I made my way back to the bedroom where Derek was starting to wake up, Brody following behind.

“Morning, sour wolf.” I softly pushed open the door, the tray in front of me. Derek was rubbing the night from his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. Upon seeing the man, Brody jumped on the bed greeting him with slobbery kissed. Derek laughed and petted his head as he laid at the foot of the bed.

“Morning,” he yawned. “Whatcha got there?”

“Some eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Also, some coffee.” He took the tray from my hands and set it on the bed. Taking one of the coffee cups, I sat over on my desk to work on the homework I had left pile during the week. Derek grabbed the plate and came to stand behind me, leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder.”

“What are you doing?” He inquired, downing the food from the plate quickly.

“Homework. You know, the thing people my age have to do to be able to graduate from high school with good grades.” I looked to the side, my heart beating faster noticing the closeness of our faces. “I’m sure you wouldn’t know much about that.”

“I’ll have you know I was a good enough student.”

“Emphasis on good enough.” I booped his nose with my pen and continued my work. “When you’re done you should head home, don’t want my parents catching you here just in case.”

“Why? We’re not doing anything.” He sipped his coffee and sat down on the bed, Brody laying his head on his lap. I turned my chair and faced him, a laugh escaping my lips.

“I think you’re forgetting who you are and who my family is. Apart from that, I don’t think my dad will particularly enjoy the fact that a 21-year-old werewolf is in his teenage daughter’s bedroom, alone.” I grinned. “But suit yourself. I’d love to see how it will play out.”

“Alright, but can I at least take you out some time this week?” My heartbeat quickened, the sound loud enough for me to hear. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s not a no,” I grinned.

“I kind of need an answer,” he pressed. A grin played on his lips by the point he had stood and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“How about, I’ll let you know?”

“I’ll take it,” he smiled. “I’ll text you.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed his jacket to head towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“Home?”

“Not through the door you’re not.” The dumbfounded look on his face was hilarious. “what would I do if my parents walked in.”

“I’m fast, you know. Like supernaturally fast.”

“Mm, I’ve seen you. Not fast enough.”

“Fine,” he surrendered. “Keep watch of your phone.”

“I will,” I smiled. He took a step back and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Brody got alerted by the sudden move and jumped off the bed to bark at the window, standing on his hind legs to prop his eye out. I joined his side and saw Derek standing normally in my backyard as if he hadn’t just jumped out of a two-story window. He waved and I waved back as he became a blur, vanishing before my very eyes.

I slumped down on my bed and ran my hands over my face. What was I doing? There were so many things that were pit against us. My 18th birthday was still a little less than a year away, he had something going on with Erica, my family and he are natural-born enemies, we are currently under the terror of a reptilian shapeshifting Jackson, and that was just scratching the surface. I couldn’t scrutinize why he would ask me out too much, it was probably not even in a romantic way. It could just well be that he wanted to keep an eye on me since I was new to this whole werewolf, Kanima, hunter thing.

A couple of hours went by where I took Brody out for a walk, finished what was left of my homework, and started watching a movie when my phone went off.

“Hey, I heard the good news! You’re staying in town.”

“Hey, Allison. Yeah, it looks that way.”

“Well then, I believe you owe some people an apology.”

“What could you possibly mean?” I scoffed. But she was right, as hard as it was to admit.

“Don’t act dumb, (Y/N). You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t like it when you’re right,” I sighed. “What do you think I should do?”

“I could invite them over to your house and you could apologize to them. They never object to free pizza.”

I was glad. Instead of sulking on the 'he likes me, he likes me not' nonsense, I prepared the house for Allison and her friends, the people I hope to win over. One by one they arrived at my doorstep. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. I had put out some snacks and the pizza I had bought. Scott and Stiles were not shy about their hunger as they dove in right away.

"So, what's the purpose of this meeting?" Lydia asked, her usual cocky attitude on full show.

"Uh, well, I wanted to apologize for being such a bitch these past few weeks."

"Hm, understatement of the century." Stiles chuckled with his mouth full.

"Actually, she can be 1,000 times worse. That was just level 1 bitchiness."

"Point taken. But why would you apologize? We get it you don't want to be our friend."

"That's not it, it's just... ugh... Look, it’s honestly a very long story, but moving around it’s hard to cut ties and start over for so long. After a while it’s easier to builds walls up and maintain everyone at arm’s length." They all stared at me. Hopefully I was getting through to them. "But this time I'm changing that. I want to be your friend and that's why I'm apologizing."

"Well, I don't know about the other guys, but I've always considered you my friend. I mean, I've considered Lydia my friend and she hates me."

"Oh, please, Stiles. I don't hate you, you're just, um.... special."

"I'll take it."

"We understand. And of course you're our friend, (Y/N). You were just too stubborn to notice." Scott smiled at me. "Now, is there more pizza?"

"How the hell did you two boys just finish two boxes of pizza?"

"We're growing?" Stiles said with his mouth full.

"Barely," Allison mumbled.

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"That's the point, Scott."

The whole room laughed and continued to enjoy a very pleasant afternoon. It felt weird to finally feel like I belonged somewhere; that there were people around me that cared for me despite my flaws. As I looked around the faces of the group that had welcomed me with open arms, I couldn’t help but feel that someone was missing; the person that had first accepted me.

The clock had hit 4 o’clock when the last piece of food was gone, and the gang had gone home. After cleaning up, I decided it was time to call Isaac. I didn’t like the person he had become after the bite. But I couldn’t say I didn’t understand. He felt confident, strong, but he was using the wrong outlet. Just like I was.

“So, you’re finally talking to me,” Isaac chuckled, a cocky tone to his voice.

“Only if you’re done being a douche.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since you turned into a werewolf you’ve been nothing short of unbearable with your cocky behavior and holier-than-thou attitude.” I could hear him shifting on the other line, the news taking him aback. It seems Derek hadn’t told his pack that I knew everything.

“H-how… who told you?”

“Derek, your alpha. He told me everything the other day. I know all about werewolves, kanimas, hunters, pack, blah, blah, blah. But none of that excuses your behavior,’’ I sighed. “So, are you done being a dick?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Can I see you?”

“Sure. Why don’t we go grab a bite? I’ll pick you up.”

“Alright!” He sounded excited. “I’ll text you the address.”

After hanging up I decided to take a quick shower before leaving. I threw on a white t-shirt and jeans and paired them with my leather jacket. As I tied my boots, I reached for the keys of my dad’s Chevrolet Suburban. Hopefully, I didn’t crash. In the car, I typed in the address Isaac had sent me. It was an industrial loft not too far from my own home. I honked my horn to notify Isaac I was there as well as sent a text.

“Are you stalking me now?”

I jumped at the sound of Derek’s voice and the knock he left on my window. . He appeared like a ghost and leaned on my door. “I could say the same about you. I’ve never been here before.”

“I live here,” he laughed, pointing at the building. “It’s my loft.”

“I’m here to pick up Isaac,” I said sheepishly. “So, he’s been staying with you. I thought you live in the woods.”

“It’s my family’s house and it’s under my ownership, but it’s not under livable conditions. And, yes, Isaac has been staying with me.”

“Hey, Derek.” Isaac finally emerged from the doors and jogged up to my car, patting Derek on the back. The man’s expression rapidly changed as soon as Isaac joined the conversation. The playful smile he wore had been replaced by a menacing scowl. “We’re going out for a while. I’ll see you later.”

We said goodbye and as I drove off, I stared at Derek. His body was tense, and his jaw was clenched. He was angry, but I didn’t know why. When we were alone, he was a completely different person than what he showed to others. There was this terrifying façade that was impenetrable by everyone else, yet he was a completely different person with me; he was an Alpha to the others, but he was just Derek to me.

I parked the car at a small burger joint Isaac directed me to. It wasn’t too full, so our food came out quickly. We sat at a table in the back, far from any prying ears.

“So, what did you mean about this cocky attitude?” He popped a french fry into his mouth, playing around with his food. “You seemed quite mad about it. Mad enough that you avoided me for some time.”

“Ever since you transformed you’ve been carrying yourself like you’re above everyone, you don’t even bother to be respectful of teachers or anyone for that matter. I miss the old Isaac.”

“You mean the pushover wimpy kid?” He scoffed. “I can’t say the same.”

“That’s not what I meant.” My hand reached out to his clenched fist and his hold softened. “You were nice and respectful, and knew how to treat others because you knew how it felt to be mistreated. Of course, you could have done with more confidence, but that’s not what this is. It’s almost as if you’re turning into Jackson, heaven forbid.”

His eyes softened and I knew I was getting through the wall he had built up.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). It's just… this is the first time in my life that I have felt powerful, like nothing and no one can touch me. I've dealt with so much shit that I thought I deserved to act like that," he sighed. "Can you ever forgive me?"

“You’re practically my best friend, how could I not?”

“Thanks.” He gave me a smile that I happily reciprocated. For the first time in a while, I was seeing the Isaac I had met some time ago. “So, what is it that you needed to speak to me so eagerly.”

“Remember how I mentioned that I would be moving at the end of the year so you shouldn’t get attached?” He nodded. “Well, it seems you’re gonna have to put up with me for a long time. Beacon Hills is now my home.”

“What?! That’s great!” He exclaimed a little too loud. Heads turned towards us and Isaac tried to hide his blush. “Does that mean we can truly be friends now? Not just study partners or casual conversation acquaintances?”

“Yes, Isaac. That’s exactly what that means,” I laughed. His face had lit up as the hard mask he wore finally broke apart. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what happened the night that I picked you up? It was such a weird night.”

His whole demeanor changed, clearly a sore subject to talk about. "If Derek told you what we are I presume he told you about everything else." I nodded. "The Kanima. It killed my father. We, um, had gotten into a fight and I ran out. It seems he went out looking for me but didn't get to me. I found him dead in his car, but I ran and called you."

" Isaac, why didn't you tell me? I mean, I know why you didn't tell me, but something; you should have told me something.” I looked into his eyes, worry evident in them. He had gone through such a traumatic event basically by himself. “Is that why the police were looking for you?"

He nodded. "They thought I had something to do with his murder because of something Jackson said. He was unfortunately my neighbor and had seen me running out of the house, but there were no tracks leading to me. I'm not a fugitive anymore." He smiled softly.

“I’m glad, Isaac, really. And I’m truly sorry for everything you’ve had to endure alone for all these years. You didn’t deserve it.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). At least that part of my life is over.”

“Now we just have to get that damn Kanima and get on with our lives.” We laughed.

Before we knew it, the sky outside had turned dark, signaling the arrival of the night. The car ride back was filled with mindless chitchat and soft background music. It had been a long few days and exhaustion was evident in both of us. Soon enough, the grey building had come into view.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” Isaac leaned into the open window of the driver’s side.

“I think I’m just gonna head on home. I’m a bit tired and we have school tomorrow.” I smiled. “But, I’ll take you up on the offer someday.”

“Isaac, good to see you’re back,” Derek announced himself, his two betas following behind. “You’re late for training.”

“Sorry, Derek. Time slipped away.”

“Sorry won’t cut it.” His voice was commanding and a bit intimidating. I could see why everyone around me feared him. “Go with Erica and Boyd. Get started.”

'‘Bye, (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled and nodded, trying my best to comfort him.

“See you.” Derek stood back as we both watched the three figures disappear into the building. His chest moved, heaving, and he reeked of jealousy. “What’s your problem?”

“What?” Did he truly believe I was that oblivious? “I just…”

“You’re acting like a prissy child, Derek. You knew where Isaac was, who he was with, and that there was a possibility that he would come back late. There’s no need to grill him that hard.”

“He’s old enough to manage his time correctly, (Y/N). He needs to learn discipline. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Clearly, that’s not what’s happening here,’’ I laughed dryly. “Look, pardon the metaphor, but this whole alpha male act is gonna get very tiring, very quickly. If this is how you’re gonna be, don’t bother on scheduling that date this week.”

“Don’t be like that, (Y/N). I swear this has nothing to do with you. There are certain rules that we have to abide by, a different life. It’s complicated.”

“You’re not making any sense, Derek.”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Yesterday we said no secrets, Derek. What changed in the hours that have passed?”

“Nothing’s changed. I’m sorry if I seemed too harsh on Isaac, but I have to be. They’re young and reckless, and it’s my job to make sure they stay safe. No matter the cost.” He ran his hands across his face as he let out a loud sigh. “Why don’t we just keep the supernatural and our personal lives apart.”

“We can try that for a while, but they’re bound to intersect at some point.”

“I know, but…”

“Let’s play it your way and see how it goes, okay? And lay off Isaac and the others? They are just kids.”

“I’ll try,” he smiled softly. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“If I remember.”

I backed the car up and sped back to my house. When I opened the garage, my father was sitting on the spot where the car usually went. I had forgotten to tell them I would be gone, and my phone’s battery had died a while back. I was in so much trouble.

“Good to know you’re alive, darling daughter.” The sarcasm spewed from my father’s mouth, and it stung.

“I’m so sorry. I went out with a friend and my phone died. And I know I forgot to say I was leaving the house, but I rarely do that, so please forgive me.”

“Calm down, (Y/N),” he laughed. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay. You weren’t answering your phone, so we got worried. But remember, there’s a tracker on the car. We figured you were out. And I’m glad to hear you have a friend. It’s about time.”

“Thanks, dad.” He wrapped me in a hug and patted my head. If he knew who my friends were I’m sure he wouldn’t feel the same way. “But, if you knew where I was, what was this whole scary setup? I for sure thought you were going to kill me.”

“Nothing like that, honey. But your mother and I have something we have to talk to you about.”

“What is it? You can’t take back that we are staying.”

“It’s not that, but it is serious. Let’s go, your mom is waiting in the kitchen.”

My heart was beating at a rapid pace, a million thoughts running through my head. Although, at the bottom of my heart I knew what this talk was going to be about.

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[jisungsplatforms]

Humph!!

Pairing: Seo Changbin x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut, minimal amount of angst (if you squint), fluff (happy happy ending!); non idol au, enemies to lovers, college au

Warning: Mature content! (DNI if you are uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, name calling, reader is kind of a jerk, erotic asphyxiation, use of pets names, hint of degrading, praise kink (implied), fingering (f), oral (f&m), PIV, unprotected sex (be careful with this!), unintended voyeurism (Chan and Jisung accidentally hears reader and Changbin getting it on)

Seo Changbin.

Or as you like to call him, the bane of your existence. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself the ‘petty type’ but how could you ever forget about the boy who pulled on your hair and cut in front of you during lunch time, only to get the last middle piece of pizza- a slice that was supposed to be yours, in middle school? And yes, while it is something so small, so trivial, that you should’ve easily forgotten all about it, you just couldn’t for he just seemed to pop up around you every. single. day. Oh, the list of ways he picked on you could go on and on. It was like whenever he saw you, he just had to push your buttons as if it’s his little demented mission to irk you for the rest of your life.

No one has ever made your blood boil more than he has. It makes your blood boil even more when you, yourself, couldn’t even deny the fact that the once scrawny, immature boy turned to the hottest, most muscular (and fuckable) man you’ve ever seen. Now here you are, as college juniors, and you two are still going at each other’s throats. And of course, no matter how older you get, the two of you will always find time to bicker with each other for the littlest things

“WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT ARE YOU?” you yell, looking at Changbin in disgust. “WHAT NORMAL HUMAN BEING DOES THAT?!”

He rolls his eyes at you, clicking his tongue, “Well, excuse me for having COLD FEET. SO WHAT YOU THINK ITS WEIRD? I GET COLD EASILY AT NIGHT SO LET ME WEAR MY SOCKS TO SLEEP IN PEACE, WOMAN!” Changbin yells back, glaring at you.

Ahh, yes. Today’s fight is now on whether or not wearing socks to bed is considered ‘abnormal’. Cause what else could you argue about?

“BUT…It’s so WEIRD! Can’t you, like, invest in some thicker blankets instead? There are better options than wearing SOCKS IN BED.”

“WHAT? IS IT A CRIME TO WEAR SOCKS TO-”

Jisung interrupts Changbin by slamming one of his hands down onto the table. “God… SHUT UP! CAN YOU TWO JUST FUCK ALREADY?!” he moans in irritation. Chan lightly shoves Jisung in retaliation, scolding him for being too loud. Jisung looks at him and pouts, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. Chan sighs, finally looking at your startled faces .

“He’s kinda right though,” he says, calmly, “not exactly about the, uhm, having sex part, though the sexual tension between you two is nauseating. But I mean about getting along with each other and finally putting an end to this ‘rivalry’.”

You and Changbin glance at each other for a brief second before scoffing. “Please. Hell would freeze over before we do,” you sneer, side eyeing him.

“I’d rather kiss an electric eel than make up with that snake of a woman,” Changbin mumbles, looking away from you.

“How about I arrange that for you?” you smile, using the fakest sweet voice you could muster. Changbin turns to you with a scoff.

“You are such a-”

“Enough!” Chan says with a stern tone he almost never uses. The look Chan was giving you both was enough to shut you up and intimidate you; hell even Jisung was scared! “Either make up on your own by the end of the month, or else. Understand?”

Both you and Changbin sigh in irritation before agreeing. “Yes…”

“I mean it! Y/n, Changbin! This is getting ridiculous now. Honestly, you guys are full grown adults but you act like children, and not the good ones! Think of the other people you’re affecting with your behaviors.”

Silence fell upon your whole table. You could only nod your head shamefully at Chan’s words, while Changbin clicks his tongue but not say anything else. Jisung looks around the table, the uncomfortable silence making the poor boy feel antsy.

“Good,” Chan leans back, his cheerful demeanor coming back, “One month, that’s it. And play nice!”

“This is stupid,” Changbin groans, leaning back on his chair. You roll your eyes at him.

“Shut it. Remember, this is for the sake of our friends.”

Ever since that day- the day Chan scared the shit out of you both- you and Changbin made an agreement to try and be civil around one another. It wasn’t very nice, but you both knew Chan was right. You didn’t want to lose your friends because of some stupid rivalry that started 9 years ago. To fix your problem, the two of you, begrudgingly, decided to hangout with each other for the next month. Today marks your one week anniversary of your treaty.

Needless to say…you both hate it.

“If we have to hangout, can we not spend our time in a library?” the short man complains, looking at you with his sharp eyes.

“Well, sorry, but I have a chemistry test in a few days and I’m sure as hell not failing that. You know Science isn’t my best subject.”

Changbin groans, sliding down his chair. “Whatever.” he mutters distastefully. You shook your head.

“Don’t you need to study for anything too?” you asked, not even sparing him a glance.

“No. I’m done with all the tests I have to do and none of my other teachers prepped us for another one. So I’m basically free, doll.”

You cringe at Changbin calling you ‘doll’, hating how that simple pet name sent a delighted shiver down your back. You scoff.

“Disgusting,” you grimace, “Never call me that again.”

Changbin smirks, now sitting up on his chair to lean closer to you. “Whatever you say, doll.”

You look up at him with a nasty glare, resisting the urge to yell at him. “You are so lucky we’re in a library.” He laughs sardonically at you. You huff, standing up to look for a chemistry book. Changbin looks at you questioningly.

“Where’re you going?”

“Looking for more books.”

He sighs, starting to stand up as well. “No,” you stop him, “By myself.” He put his hands up, slowing sitting back down. You turn around and walk to the aisle containing the textbooks. After almost 10 minutes of searching, you still couldn’t find the book you were looking for.

“Damn, I was beginning to think you left me here by myself.”

You jolt at the sound of Changbin’s rough voice. You turn to see him leaning against the bookshelf.

“I’m not that much of a jerk,” you answer scornfully, going back to your search. You could hear Changbin’s heavy footsteps grow closer. You turn to see him standing right beside your crouching figure, looking down at you. The angle you’re seeing him in shouldn’t be making you think of such indecent thoughts. You snap your head back to the shelf as Changbin crouches with you, softly groaning as he goes down. You were trying your best not to make contact with him.

Changbin helps you look for a chemistry book, trying to be nice. You could feel yourself getting hotter at his courteousness. You really didn’t want to admit that Changbin was actually a decent person, so you couldn’t help but put up a front.

“I don’t need your help, you know?”

He sniggers, “I’m not trying to be nice. I just wanna get out of here faster.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not getting his joke. “Geez, then get away from me,” you raised your voice, still keeping the fact that you’re still in a library in mind. “I can do it myself.”

Changbin looks at you, a little shocked. He huffs, sticking his tongue against his cheek. “Honestly, you don’t have to be such an ass around me all time, you know?” he says, quietly. You stop your actions, feeling a little bad for snapping at him. “You said yourself, you want us to try getting along, why can’t you act like it?”

You bit your bottom lip, still not looking at him. “Simple. It’s cause I hate you,” you lied. He looked at you for a few seconds before standing up. You didn’t see the look of defeat on his face.

“You know,” Changbin says slowly, “I thought we could be friends. Deep down, I really thought we actually could.” You stayed quiet, looking down. “But now I know, you’re really just a stone-cold bitch.”

That. Now that lit a fire in you. You stand up abruptly with cold eyes. “Never call me that ever again.”

“What? A bitch?” He challenges, eyes equally as cold as yours. “See, here’s the thing; It’s true. I’m trying to be nice here and you’re just shutting down every single nice act I try to do for you. And what have you done for me? Drag me around like I’m some dog? You couldn’t even have the decency to even ask where I wanted to go.”

You could feel yourself get smaller and smaller with every step he took closer to you. For someone who was only 5’6”, damn did he look big. You bit the inside of your cheek when you felt your back hit the wall.

“What’s your problem with me, Y/n? I’ve seen the way you are with Jisung and Chan. I’ve seen the way you are with your other friends. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but ever since we started college, I’ve been trying to be nicer to you. But I guess it makes sense that someone as self-centered as you wouldn’t notice.”

You let out a sarcastic “ha”. You shake your head and stare into his eyes. “I told you. I. don’t. like. you. Do I need any more of a reason?”

“Yes. Yes, you do actually.”

“Hm. Find then. You’re annoying, you’re loud, you’re simple-minded, childish, irresponsible, you don’t take things seriously, you’re whiny, messy, irritatingly cocky and seeing your face is just so infuriated that it makes me nauseous,” you list. “Want more?”

The deadly look on his face simultaneously frightens and arouses you. The sarcastic smirk he gave you, though, was hotter. “Continue.”

“You’re nothing but a show off.” With those words, Changbin’s arrogant facade broke. “You act so cool and cocky when really you’re just average at best. Everything you do. Average. You don’t have much to show for. Nothing you do is worth being proud of.”

Changbin slams his hands onto the wall, making you gasp. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Take that back,” he snarls. If you thought he was intimidating before, boy were you wrong. But something in your touch starved mind made you more horny than frightened. Feeling bold, you tilt your chin up, maliciously. “Or what, Seo?”

All of a sudden, he wraps his veiny arm around your neck, choking you. It was so arousing and so sudden that you let out an embarrassingly whiny moan. “Oh?” Changbin raises a brow with a smirk. He tightens his grip on your neck, laughing cockily when you let out another whine. “Oh, I see now,” he whispers in your ear, “You act so high and mighty, always trying to take control of things, when really you’re just some sub in disguise. Isn’t that right, doll?”

You bit your lip, eyes tearing up in sexual frustration. You eyes roll back, biting your lip harder, when his grip on your throat tightens. “Aww~ how cute. You look so pathetic like this, baby,” he says, biting the shell of your ear. You arch your back at the stimulation, grinding your hips into his with a whimper. You were so glad that you were at the farthest corner of the library. Changbin moves away from you and grabs your arm. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

He drags you back to your table and carelessly stuffs your belongings into your bag. He slings it over his should and harshly pulls you out of the library. His apartment wasn’t that far from the library so the two of you didn’t bother picking up a cab. The walking distance between the library and his house was only about 10 minutes or less, but to you guys, it felt like hours.

Changbin fumbles with his keys, wanting to unlock the door faster. When he succeeds, he pushes you inside, slamming and locking his door roughly. He throws your bag to the ground then proceeds to pull you into his room. He turns the knob and kicks his door open.

Once inside, he pushes you onto his bed, hovering above you. The two of you were panting heavily from the tension. “Please tell me to stop,” he breathes shakily, staring at your lips, finally saying his first words since the library. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop before I lose it.”

Did you really want this? Do you really want him? Or is it just your hormones talking? You contemplate, thinking back on all the years you’ve known him. Yeah, you thought that he was annoying when you were younger, wanting nothing more than to push him down a well. However, as you grew up, you started to notice how mature he has gotten throughout the years. He still does make fun of you, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He did treat you like an actual human being when he wasn’t irritating you. Especially recently. He really did treat you nicely but you were too prideful yourself to admit that.

Even up to now, you said some really hurtful things to him, and he was still making sure you were okay when he could’ve just lashed out on you and done whatever he wants. Changbin is genuinely a really nice guy and you were just too stuck up to see that. In that moment, you realize that you actually like Changbin, as in, have genuine feelings for him. Maybe even way longer than you realize but you were being stubborn to acknowledge it. Speaking of, you seem to realize that you were so lost in thought that Changbin took your silence as a ‘no’.

Just as he was about to remove himself from your body, you grab onto his shirt and push your lips onto his. He was taken aback. He was convinced that you truly didn’t like him but you seem to have proved him wrong. Before he could kiss you back, you parted away from him, leaning your forehead against him. “Make me yours, Bin,” you whisper.

Without any hesitation, Changbin kisses you with fervor. The kiss held so much passion, desperation, and desire that it made you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, messing with his dark hair. Changbin groans, grinding his hips against yours. He pulls away to take off your shirt and start marking you up. You mewl, feeling him suck, lick, and kiss your neck.

One particular suck on the juncture of your neck made you moan out loud. He smiles against your skin, taking extra time on that area. You cry out, pulling on his hair to get his attention. “Changbin…” you say breathlessly. He looks up and nearly loses it on the spot. You laying underneath him, neck covered with sexy red marks that he created. You already look so dazed out that Changbin wonders how much more beautiful you will look when he actually fucks you.

He moves up to your face, stroking your hair. “What’s wrong, doll?” he questions you softly. You whimper as you roll your hips up to meet his. Changbin hisses at the feeling.

“Inside,” you whine, “Want you inside me, please.”

“Do you now?” Now his tone was condescending. You pout, nodding your head. “Cute. What makes you thing that I’d just give it to you after how much of a brat you were earlier?” You rub your thighs together, pouting.

Tears starts forming in your eyes. “Please? I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

Changbin chuckles darkly. “Oh, you will, doll,” he says, rubbing both your thighs. He glances up at you to read your expressions, only continuing when you gave him a confirming nod. He sits up and takes off your pants. He chuckles, licking his lips when he realizes that your bra and panties were a matching set. “How adorable.” he sings, making you flustered.

Changbin kisses your stomach before slipping his hand down your panties. You clench your thighs, trapping his hand, as he plays with your clit. He rubs slow circles on your clit, stroking your slit before sliding one finger inside you. You grab a fistful of his bed sheets, moaning. He lazily moves his finger in you, adding another one to fill you up a little more. You were already breathless. Your sweet moans filling up the entire room. Changbin starts to move his fingers faster, bending them, making you arch your back and whine louder.

You could already feel your high getting closer. You start squirming around in response. “Close, baby?” he asks, rhetorically. You nod your head frantically.

“Y-yes, fuck. Oh shi- yes.”

Changbin pumps his fingers faster for you, feeling yourself clenching tighter and tighter before you finally cum around them. He lets you ride out your high before slipping out of you. He brings his fingers to your lips, prying them open. “Open up, doll.” You let his fingers inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself, making the two of you groan. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, sliding down so his face meets your wet core.

You look down at him, questioningly. You were about to ask him what he was doing until he licks up your slit. Your eyes widened as you threw your head back, letting out a moan loud enough that it borderline sounded like a scream. His tongue explores your pussy, occasionally sucking on your clit as you pant.

“N-no,” you stammer, “that’s not-n-no. I-I’m still sensi-ah!” You grip his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Changbin chuckles at this, the vibrations from it shooting up your core. Your sensitivity from your first orgasm brought you closer to your next release. You start bucking your hips, thighs closing in on his head as your core tightens. He grabs your thighs, prying them open. One last harsh suck on you clit made you cum again, this time on his tongue. Changbin licks up your slit, gathering up every single drop of your juices.

He sits up and smiles at you, his chin covered with your excess wetness. He rubs your thighs to calm you down. “You good, Y/n?” he worryingly asks, “Think you can handle one more?” You lazily nod your head, a little overwhelmed with the over sensitivity. Changbin wipes his mouth before crawling back to your face. He kisses you leisurely, taking his time with your lips to give you more time to calm down.

You hold onto his muscular biceps as he cups your face. You were still panting harshly even before he started making out with you. He peppers your face with gentle pecks, encouraging you to continue. “How ‘bout now? Can you handle one more orgasm, babe?”

This time, you could actually reply to him. “Y-yeah. ‘Think I can.” you said, quietly. Changbin smiles and gives you one more peck on your lips. He leans up and takes off his clothes. Even after two orgasms, you still felt needy for Changbin. Your eyes rake down his form, eyeing each one of his bulging muscles. Damn, no wonder why he’s always bragging about going to the gym everyday, cause he has every right to do so.

Now, if you thought his body was impressive, then his cock was another story. Your eyes widens, breath hitching when you see it. Holy shit, now I know why he’s so short, you thought. He has a monster cock that totally makes up for it. “Holy fuck-“ Changbin looks at you with a smirk.

“What’s wrong, doll? Bigger than you expected?” You nod dumbly, mouth ajar. Changbin could feel his ego skyrocketing. He pumps himself, throwing his head back in pleasure, finally feeling some kind of pleasure before lining himself to your hole. He adjusts his position, spreading your legs wider as well. “I’ll go as slowly as I can,” he mutters. You mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ as he starts pushing in.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes clenching as you try to take him in fully. Changbin moans rather loudly, your tightness a little too much for him. “W-wait. Fuck…” you call out with slight hiss. He stops his penetration, waiting for you to adjust. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, silently giving him the ok to move. He continues his advancement slowly until he bottoms out inside you. The both of you moan, giving each other time to relax.

Changbin leans down to kiss your cheek, whispering encouraging words to you. You stay in your positions for almost a minute before pleading for Changbin to move. At first, his thrusts were slow, testing out how well you could take him in for now. You moan softly, the way his hips move softly is already shooting bursts of pleasure throughout your body. Gradually, he picks up his pace, his once slow, loving thrusts are now hungry, desperate ones.

His hands were now on the back of your thighs, folding you in half. The new position allows him to reach deeper inside you. “B-bin,” you whine, clawing at his back, “hmm…fuck. M-more. Fuck me harder.”

“Harder? You really think your pretty little pussy can handle my cock, doll?”

“Yes! P-please g-give me more. I can handle i-it!”

Changbin laughs at your desperation, picking up his pace. You moan louder, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. Changbin’s soft moans and growls and your own whiny moans filled his bedroom. Neither of you knew who would break first, both of your releases nearing. The tip of his cock starts hitting right on your sweet spot, making you scream. He throws his head back with a loud, raspy moan when he feels you tightening around him.

“I’m s-so fucking close, Bin,” you cry, “Don’t s-stop!”

“My, what a desperate slut you are.”

He bites his lip, hips moving harder and deeper, as he leans closer to kiss you. Remembering the scene from the library, Changbin’s right hand snakes around your neck, firmly but gently choking you.You let yourself enjoy the feeling of him blocking your airways, closing your eyes in pleasure. You whine loudly when he slips his tongue in your mouth. You let him explore your wet cavern, loving the feeling. Your eyes shot open when you felt his thumb playing with your clit.

“Sh-shit! Changbin!” You moan, arching your back. You could feel the beginnings of your release.

“C’mon,beautiful,” Changbin whispers, “Cum for me.” His words seem to have triggered your orgasm. Your body went stiff, cumming around his cock, mumbling a bunch of expletives. You start trembling, the feeling of your orgasm was too intense. Changbin hisses, pulling himself out of you when he felt his own release nearing.

He pulls you up, pushing your head close to his throbbing dick. Getting the memo, you lean down and take him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down as you pump the rest of his cock. Changbin moans, his rough hand in your hair. He starts rocking his hips, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. One harsh tug on your scalp made you moan, the vibrations sends waves of pleasure down his cock making him throw his head back yet again.

“What a dirty little girl,” he pants heavily. “Love my cock that much, huh, doll?” Tears pool your eyes as you try humming in agreement. The second round of vibrations sent Changbin over the edge. Hot spurts of cum shoots down your throat. He holds your head in place until he finishes cumming. “That’s it, beautiful. Swallow it all. Don’t let anything go to waste.”

He lets go of your head and gently pushes you down his bed. He cups your cheek, rubbing it tenderly with his thumb. Changbin reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it down onto his floor and rubbing at your breast to soothe you, only letting go of them when you let out an uncomfortable whine. He moves up to your face and kisses you softly.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” he questions you. You nod, too fucked out to respond verbally. Changbin giggles, moving to lay beside you and petting your hair as you calm yourself. You turn your body to hug his, slightly catching him off guard. He immediately relaxes, however, and continues stroking your hair. The two of you lay comfortably until Changbin broke the silence.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, quietly. You note the tone of uncertainty in his words. Your eyes meet his in question.

“Mean what?” you slur, still having a bit of trouble talking.

“Did you mean what you said in the library? Do you really hate me? Was this just a…one time thing?”

You look at him sadly, his expression matching yours. He didn’t want this to be just a one night stand. He genuinely wants to be friends with you. Scratch that, he wants to be even more than that. You nibble on your lips, shaking your head.

“No…I don’t actually hate you…Yeah, you piss me off a lot but…I can’t actually hate you,” you say, moving your hands to cup his face. You could feel Changbin leaning into your touch. “Honestly, I don’t even remember when I started liking you. I guess I only just realized it now when you pushed me onto your bed.”

Changbin moves away from you in shock. “You…like me?” You timidly nod your head, a little embarrassed now. He lets out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him and kisses you. This time, this kiss was soft, filled with so much love and unsaid feelings. You giggle into the kiss, holding his face. Changbin pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes twinkling in joy. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You smile, moving to peck his lips. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “For everything I said. It was uncalled for and kinda mean. Scratch that, I really was a fucking bitch to you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Changbin hums, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I get why you said all that. I mean, this whole rivalry started ‘cause of me, so this was kinda my fault to begin with.”

“No, it’s not. We both brought this upon ourselves, Bin, so we’re both at fault.”

“I guess…Let’s just start over?”

You contemplate. “I think,” you start cautiously, “It’s better if we don’t.”

“Huh?” Changbin was confused. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean, I don’t really want to forget about our past and pretend our years of bickering never happened. We already fell for each other’s bad qualities, so why should we, you know? There’s nothing for us to hide at this point.”

Changbin had a look of realization on his face, drawing out a long ‘ah’. “I like that,” he laughs. “You’re right. Let’s do that!” He pulls you closer to his broad chest, kissing the top of your head. He hugs your form tighter, as if he was afraid that this was a dream. “Oh yeah, what’re we gonna tell Chan and Jisung when we show up together all lovey-dovey?” he wonders out loud.

“No need to tell us anything!” a voice sounding a lot like Jisung’s calls out from the other side of Changbin’s door. “We’ve been home for 15 minutes now. We heard almost everything! Chill out goddamnit!” You both could hear Chan in the distance, yelling at Jisung for saying that while he goes on about how you two “actually did it, they finally got laid!”.

“Oh my god…” you groan in mortification while Changbin drowns with laughter. You hide your face on Changbin’s chest, feeling it shake from his laughs. “Looks like we got that down!” he jokes. You slap his chest with a whine.

Yup. Today now marks the end of the Seo-L/n war, and damn were you glad it did.

~End~

A/n: hi. if you didn’t know, this is actually a repost yay :) cause after all this time, this fic still hasn’t shown up in the tags cause t*mblr is a little bi-

[holykillercake]

Coin Stealer

Trafalgar Law x psychic!Reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: Law does not believe that you can see dead people, so you crochet him the strange-looking beanie of the strange-looking man that walks around the Polar Tang. 

highlight: ¨I´ll give a chance to the uniform, and I´ll only address you as Captain when you behave as Captain.¨

warning: You are entering Trafalgar´s room. 

notes: Bello, ma people! This is the 3/3 part of a lovely anon request in which the s/o makes them a thing with crochet! This time is Dr. Heart Stealer edition!! I really enjoyed writing this, and it got a little long, but I did not want to cut off important things. Anyway, I hope you like it!

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

¨Hey, Bepo! Have you seen Law?¨

¨Y/N! I don´t know where he is... I´m sorry.¨

¨Oh, it´s ok!¨ you patted the mink´s shoulder, giving him a warm smile. 

You were never a big fan of his constant apologetic personality, but you couldn´t deny that you missed it during your time apart from the crew. 

The Heart Pirates had parted ways a long time ago when your Captain decided that the time to put his life-long plan in action had finally come. The crew split into three parts, and each one followed a different path. 

After the sudden disappearance of the Strawhats, the Paramount War, the Rocky Port Incident, and Law obtaining his title as a Warlord of the Sea, you were the first to depart, remaining in Sabaody Archipelago, waiting for the owners of the Thousand Sunny to return. You fought alongside a fishman called Hacchin, a weird guy that reminded you of Black Leg and other allies to protect the ship. 

Next to leave was Law, who sailed to Punk Hazard, where he formed a partnership with a crazy scientist bastard. Then the rest of the crew went on their own towards the island where you would meet once the plan was concluded.

The trajectory was not smooth by any means, but you did it, all of you. And now you feasted along with the Strawhats, celebrating whatever it was that you did not understand. Maybe they were like that, or maybe they didn't understand the risks you would take from now on. 

Anyway, the crew seemed to be in need of some music and fun, and you were too busy looking for your Captain to care about that.

In the midst of the evening breeze, the crackling of the fire, and the barrels of beer crashing in celebration, you saw the answer you were looking for.

Of course.

¨If I didn´t love you...¨ you growled as you made your way out of the island to reach the Polar Tang. And let´s face it, that was a detour.

You went straight to your room, where Law would probably be sipping coffee, napping, or just running from the crowds. And just like you, it has been months since he stepped on his own ship and slept in his own bed. 

So maybe you could cut him some slack. 

However, as you approached the room, there was no smell of coffee. No smell of coffee and no light snoring. Just a stillness carried with heavy emotions and your boyfriend, sitting in the dim light holding tight the crochet piece you gave him years ago. You swayed in place, expecting that thing you made to provoke him to be at the sea bottom.

¨Wondering why I kept this?¨ he asked. 

¨Not really.¨ you replied. ¨But I am surprised. Am I disturbing?¨

¨You never do.¨

You jumped on the bed, sitting beside him and resting your head on his shoulder.

¨YN-ya... do you know how he...¨ the question struggled to come out.

¨Peaceful.¨ 

¨Hm.¨ he nodded.

¨I don´t like when he smiles, though. It creeps me out.¨ His body bounced slightly as he joined you in a chuckle. 

¨Remember when you gave me this?¨

¨Of course, you almost kicked me out of the ship!¨ you giggled with the memory.

¨You were really annoying back then.¨

¨Hey! Objection!¨

¨Objection rebuffed.¨ he smirked and moved on the bed, pulling you to lay down on his chest.

You told him to shut up before cuddling in, not falling asleep immediately. None of you said much. Instead, you enjoyed the calming and comfortable silence of each other´s company. 

It has been a while since you had that. 

You remember every moment of your early days as a Heart Pirate. You and Law hadn´t started on the best terms, but he needed you - well, your skills - and you were given a good deal. 

The pivot of your history together began on a chain of coincidences. The first one being both of you docking on the same island. The second one was him finding a rare coin for his collection, the same one you would later slip into your pocket. 

You wandered around towns using the beautiful art of distraction to get anything you wanted from anyone. Watches, necklaces, wallets, and, well, coins? It was all he had in his pocket, and since it was a cute one, you decided to keep it. 

Some called you a thief. Some called you a burglar, and some may even have called you a big son of a bitch. But the thing they all had in common was that none of them knew exactly who they were calling those names. 

The thing is, you messed up the first rule and made eye contact with him. Well, it was more of you not being able to take your eyes off of him. He stood out in the crowd, and you had gotten cocky. So when he later found out about the missing coin, it did not take him long to connect you to it. 

A lot of things went through his mind. He felt frustrated because his Haki failed him, annoyed for the trouble he would have going after you, and intrigued by the touch so light he did not feel at all. 

Or that is what he kept telling himself. 

Yes, he was interested in someone with skills like yours, but maybe there was something else he would not admit. The way you looked at him as if you had deciphered his entire life and found the missing pieces of his puzzle. Even the ones he tried to hide. 

That night he went out for your head. Or better, your heart, literally. 

You were enjoying the comfort of your hotel room, eating some snacks, and playing with your new commemorative coin when he materialized himself by the bed. You instantly knew something was about to go down.

Oh, fuck.

That situation got pretty tense pretty quickly, both ends asking things, and no one willing to offer any answers. The stakes were high, glares cutting the air like blades. It did not help to ease the mood when in the sway of his hand your heart popped out of your chest. 

Long story short, his plan was never to drag you to the Polar Tang. Law wanted you to go willingly, joining his crew in exchange for your heart. However, the unfortunate variable he did not consider in the equation was that you would not go down without a fight. So by the time he reached the ship, he noticed the gentle fresh breeze ruffling his hair. 

You know, since his hair was usually covered by the hat. 

...

THE FREAKING HAT!

The next morning when he returned, you were waiting for him with a satisfied smirk bending your lips, the hat on your head, and the coin dancing between your fingers. 

At some point, you had stolen it, and once again, it passed unnoticed by him. That was not a good night for the Heart Pirates. And that was also the night Trafalgar Law realized a couple of things. The first, he needed you on his crew. And the second, you were going to be the death of him. Or maybe the aneurysm of him, he would not give you such credit. 

¨You´re late.¨ you said, amused, and his grip tightened around the sword.

¨What´s your name?¨ he repeated the question you dodged several times during your last encounter. 

¨What´s with the dog?¨ you pointed at the tall, white polar bear wearing a uniform. Law pursued his lips, breathing heavily through the nose.  

¨I am B-¨

¨Bepo-ya don´t talk to he-¨

¨Your name is Bepoya?¨ you ignored the man, bumping into his shoulder as you walked towards the mink ¨Hi, I´m Y/N! Nice meeting you.¨  

The polar bear looked back and forth at you and his Captain, not knowing how to behave in this situation, so he apologized and stepped farther back. 

¨Alrighty, now that we are all introduced, shall we go?¨ 

¨What?¨

¨Come on, Law, focus.¨ you snapped your fingers multiple times, teasing him. ¨You came here to pick me up, right?¨

¨No. I want my hat back.¨ He tried to grab it, but you ducked in time, holding the hat on your head with both hands. It was so soft. 

¨How about a trade? The coin for the hat.¨

¨How about my hat for your heart? Do this, and I won´t...¨ his words died in his mouth as he clutched his pockets. 

¨Looking for this?¨ You held your heart, wrapped in a cold and gelatinous box that you retrieved when you bumped into him minutes earlier.

How could you fool him again? He kept seeking answers that explained why it was so easy for you to outwit him, and his expression showed. 

¨You´re getting close, Law. Put your little trash can to work.¨ you tapped your temple, smiling mischievously at him. 

¨YN-ya, you know I can kill you, right?¨

¨Yeah, but you won´t.¨

¨How do you know?¨

¨I got a sixth sense for these things.¨ 

The rest of the conversation did not take long to come to an end. Amid sarcastic comments and threats to each other's lives, what should have been the pinnacle of the moment became a random passage in the Heart Pirates´ logbook.

¨So, YN-ya, do you want to join us? You´re gonna have to wear a uniform and address me as Captain.¨

¨I´ll give a chance to the uniform, and I´ll only address you as Captain when you behave as Captain.¨

Law sighed, giving himself a carotid massage ¨Ok. Let´s go.¨

He walked a few steps ahead of you and Bepo, wondering why he spent so much effort on an arrogant thief that wouldn't even call him Captain.

You quickly became friends with the polar bear, even apologizing for calling him a dog. He strangely apologized for your apologies, culminating in what would almost make the notorious Surgeon of Death suffer a stroke.

¨What the hell is that?!¨ you shouted when the Polar Tang entered your field of vision ¨That´s not a ship!¨

What if I am claustrophobic?

The ya thing is a schtick?

Death? That´s a little borderline controversial for a doctor.

Trafalgar more like Trafraude!

On occasions like that, Law wondered how peaceful and quiet would be the sixth level of Impel Down. From a current perspective, your initial interaction served as a vaccine, creating the necessary antibodies Law would need to deal with future pirate alliances. 

The crew got attached to you very quickly. Your adventurous spirit, your stunts, and street trades fascinated them. Losing bets against you seemed acceptable, your card tricks and the thing of guessing the numbers they thought was like fuel for a good day at work.

Law didn't seem to mind that much. After all, you wouldn't get him on his nerves if you were busy with them. However, one day, you let slip something that caught his attention. 

¨YEAH! That´s exactly what she looked like! How did you do this?!¨ 

Law heard Shachi´s roar, followed by a wave of surprised ´ooh´s coming from the kitchen, where the majority of the crew hunched around the dinner table. 

The doctor leaned against the door, silently observing what could possibly be more important than keeping the ship working. He had been drowning in files all night, and now he decided to have a coffee break. That mess early in the morning did not make him happy. 

No one seemed to be too intimidated when he cleared his throat, announcing his presence. Everyone greeted him with smiling 'good mornings' and turned their attention back to you.

 ¨What is going on here?¨

¨Captain did you know Y/N can see dead people?!¨ 

The coffee left a bitter aftertaste on his mouth.

¨What?¨

¨Yeah, Captain!¨ Shachi yelled on Law´s face, earning a death glare ¨She just described my mom!¨

¨Really, Y/N-ya? Now you´re a magician and a psychic?¨ he asked, taking the seat across from you. 

¨The perks of being me.¨ you shrugged. 

¨Do you see more dead people here?¨ 

Yes

¨No. But you sound a little skeptical, Law.¨ 

It was way too early for that discussion, but your biological clock didn't seem to care. Whenever Law came with his teasing, you would be ready to strike back.

He gave everyone a lecture about empathic accuracy and how good you were reading cues communicated by words, emotions, and body language. Or some crap like that. 

¨Ok, let me see if I got this right.¨ You shifted in the chair, hands moving in the air ¨You can pull organs out of people´s bodies, cut them in pieces without killing, switch their souls, but you do not believe that I can see dead people?¨

He tilted his head, but not giving you an exact answer.  

¨Do you wanna know what I think?¨

¨No.¨

¨I´ll tell you anyway. I think you have something you don´t want people to know, like a soft spot or a tragic past.¨ you sought the answer in his eyes ¨I´m guessing a loved one who died?¨ 

Overall, he was not wrong. You were a master in reading people´s body language, but you were not a jackass. So when the slight twitch of his mouth cleared up your doubts, it was time to stop. 

You knew how it felt, soft spots, tragic pasts, or late loved ones. There was no need to go further and throw more salt on his wounds. Hopefully, that taught him a lesson. 

An awkward silence ensued while everyone watched the scene, uncertain how to act, fearful that an extra spark would make everything explode into massive destruction.

¨Whatever.¨ he sighed ¨Show´s over. We´ll be reaching land in a few days, and we should be preparing to dock.¨ 

When everyone left the kitchen to go about their businesses, you remained alone with the figure that constantly wandered the submarine. He didn't do it in a creepy way. Despite his extravagant makeup and the intimidating aura, he was not a bother.

And it wasn't like he was there all the time, definitely more than anyone else. His passages were guaranteed on the days when Law was more sensitive. For bad or for good. He would look after him from the distance like a parenting figure. 

¨Who are you?¨ you murmured under your breath. 

For the next few days, Law made sure you were too busy to foster discussions about dead people or paranormal abilities.

When your services stealing rare supplies or getting answers to your Captain's questions you weren't required, you would help him with mountains of paperwork.

Only this time, he had outdone himself.

He managed to assemble the annual check-up of the crew, the inventory packing list, and the update of the logbook at once. This last one could easily wait until after you docked. But that freaking workaholic sadistic surgeon would not let this opportunity slip. So you pulled several all-nighters writing, signing, and stamping, all without exchanging a single word.

When you emerged, a few miles from land, you barely enjoyed the fresh breeze and sunlight. The crew hopped around, getting ready to put their feet on the continent as you sat in the kitchen profusely grouchy.

Your brain was fried, burnt, carbonized. 

¨You´re not coming?¨ Penguin asked, and you shook your head. ¨It´s been a while, Y/N, you should come.¨ you shook your head again. ¨I guess you´re not buying anything for the Captain´s birthday as well.¨

An incohesive question came out of your exhausted being. Penguin couldn´t help but feel sorry for you. ¨By the time his birthday comes up, we will be underwater, so everyone is preparing.¨ 

¨Do I have to?¨

¨No!¨ he chuckled ¨He doesn´t really like it, but we still buy him something.¨

¨Why?¨

¨´Cause he is a good Captain!¨ he said and sprunt out by the voice of someone calling him, waving goodbye at you. 

 It wasn't that you didn´t think Law was a good Captain. It was just an inherent nature of yours to clash every time you looked at each other. 

But on such occasion, you could combine the useful with the pleasant. After all, you were grateful because he gave you friends. Of course, he was the unfortunate by-product that came with them, but you could handle him. 

So fighting against your will to stay and sleep, you forced your way out to the solid ground, hoping to find the most random store someone could wish for, a haberdasher. 

Much to your delight, you did it. You picked a burgundy color wool and the first hook you put your eyes on and returned to your soft bed. 

The chances of you having scared your crewmates by staring at the blank for hours were high. In reality, you wanted to memorize and come up with a pattern for the strange-looking beanie that man wore. 

It had no pompom at the top like Penguin´s. Instead, two long pieces of fabric ran down from each side with heart-like things hanging.

When the sixth day of the tenth month arrived, Law´s desk was cluttered with presents. You had decided to wait until you were done with work and heading to bed to give it to him. 

After conquering that task, you locked yourself in your room, where you stayed until you had it finished. For some reason, you bothered to buy a box to put it in. Whatever.  

On the sixth day of the tenth month, Trafalgar Law could not focus on work. Every slight movement of yours, every bathroom break got him jittery, rehearsing words that wouldn´t make you hate him more. 

Not that you ever hated him, but you didn´t talk, so he didn´t know. After some time starting small talks and being ignored, you just gave up trying. 

By the end of that night, he had given up too. So when you placed the golden-yellow box on his desk, he couldn´t vocalize his feelings. It became just another silent night. 

Chests tight and hearts clogged with unspoken words. 

Law did not work for the next couple of days, and if he left his room, no one saw. The gifts on his desk were not even opened. Everything was left the way it was. 

Maybe you had crossed a line. 

As you marched up to the room at the end of the hall, several paths popped into your mind. You could act like you didn´t care, so what if you left? You had been alone for so long, it wouldn't make any difference! Still, something was begging you to apologize. To ask to stay, because being there was good, everything you never knew you wanted.

You were ready to pack your bags and have your title as a Heart Pirate retracted when you woke up one morning, finding a note on your desk telling you to meet him in his room. Your nails dug into your sweaty palms. Where did this tightness in your chest come from?

When you set foot in the room, your eyes hovered around. It was the first time you saw Law's room. It was exactly how you thought it would be.

Keeping your gaze locked on his was more difficult. He was sitting in an armchair near the foot of the bed. From afar, his appearance remained neat, as always, but as you approached you saw the circles under his eyes even darker. A thing you didn't think was possible.

For the first time, you didn't know how to read his expression. And seeing him vulnerable like that made your stomach drop. So you prepared yourself for the worst. However, to your surprise, all he did was ask you questions. 

No snarky remarks. You just talked.    

That day something changed. And from that day on, Law had found someone to help him carry the unbearable weight he had on his shoulders, and you found a place to call home. 

                                                             ...

¨Y/N-ya.¨ he called you, who was a cuddle away from sleeping.

¨Hm?¨

¨Before you left, in Sabaody...¨

¨Uhm.¨

¨You stole the coin again, didn´t you?¨ 

You giggled and pulled the commemorative coin from your back pocket, snuggling closer to his body and feeling the vibration of his chest as he chuckled.

Extra notes: I hope you had enjoyed it! It came out a little too long, but I have been feeling like I´m limiting myself when it comes to the number of words... I don´t know, I´m confused. 

Anyway, is that pink and red that I see on the horizon?

[smizzy]

first and last

[Show: Fear street 1994] [Kate Schmidt x Fem!reader] [angsty whores/fluff ion know📸🤪] [We back bitch🫂🙎🏽‍♀️☀️]

^Boii not you Simpin for the beautiful, fearless, confident queen, simp certified Kate Schmidt yuckies^

"And um yeah that's what I had to say"

"Next thing you know you're gonna be living in Sunnyvale with them" She joked "Over my dead body" You laughed she slightly opened her mouth and scoffed while looking the opposite way.

"Okay, if I moved there what would happen?" She struck out her hand pointed outwards "If you moved there fine! I'd walk, run, ride a bike, take a bus, or even get a ride from Deena just to see you and go right up your driveway and wait for you to come out so we can hang out" You had a smile on your face "And the stares from the smug, rich, scary white people?" You funnily pointed out "Who gives a crap?! maybe others but for me, as long as it's something that includes you I wouldn't give a dog's ass" Your smile slightly dropped and her words repeated in your head over and over "You'd do anything for me?" You lifted an eyebrow and let a laugh out "Okay you're getting a little cocky here Miss Movin' on, I said Includes you" Emphasizing her words. You both stayed together silently and smiled at each other.

Then again that same silence came around and then tension of feelings made it hard for you both to hold a conversation "Don't you have those kids to babysit with Simon in a couple of minutes?" "OH!" She realized what you said and got up and dusted off her behind giving you a quick wave and a "I'll see you tomorrow!"

As Kate walked away she felt her heart get heavy and felt like screaming into a pillow. When she got there with Simon saying the neighbors called off "A lifesaver you are" She said with Simon looking at her with a open mouth kinda formed in a smile "Oh my GOD, not you thinking I won't notice you falling in love with that girl y/n AGAIN" He said dropping down on the couch left with an annoyed Kate "First, keep it down second, when was there a first time I liked her?" Simon shook his head "Freshman year. First day of school Assembly. She sat next to you and you got red like falling on ass cheeks duh" Kate deep down inside recalled that day, you were her first crush in high school and she never thought you'd be her last one too. "Soooo? you gonna tell her or do I have to shove her in the school bathroom and make you both talk it out" He suggested leaving Kate rolling her eyes "Or! you're gonna stop talking to her for a day so your love for her won't get bigger" He and Kate knew that would happen.

Kate thought about what Simon said the night before about not talking to you just so she can clear her mind whole walking through the halls, she was constantly paranoid you would start to perceive her silence towards you. While walking towards other friends she felt a hand grip her arm and pull her into the bathroom leaving Simon, you, and herself after a pause he spoke up "Would you look at that I have to meet up with Deena" He said hurriedly speeding out "Hey Kate" She swiftly turned her head back to you after staring down Simon "Hey" She paused "Did he you know, say anything?" You shook your head "Like nothing about me or you?" She didn't wanna make anything seem suspicious but she didn't want her 'secret' getting out "Why, Schmidt? are you spreading rumors about us being together?" You were joking of course but since Kate was so paranoid about you she froze, she knew to play it off an just say something like "As if!" Or something but she couldn't. Down in her heart she wanted you to know so she chased after that thought "Why would it be a rumor? why not the truth?" After she said what she could come up with, she moved her eyes from herself in the mirror to you.

You didn't know what to say, you couldn't tell if she was joking or if this was your crush of several years finally admitting her feelings. "Truth of what exactly?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions and think she was asking you out "Us being together" Kate said it with an unconfident voice, well this is her taking a long shot and now it was your turn "Do you...Like me Kate?" The way you sounded to her sounded like you felt the same or like you really cared and weren't going to bully her for it. "If I do what would happen?" "I would say the feeling is mutual and give ya' a smooch" Kate stood there then smiled as you walked towards her and gave an innocent kiss right on the lips, once you both walked out the bathroom all you were left with was the rest of the friend group smiling noticing you both holding hands.

You were Kate's first crush of high school and you were her last even after you all had graduated.

[billys-mullet]

"you want to w h a t!?"

"sshhh!"

tw; w/tersports

billy's glare scared away the curious eyes that shot in their direction. sounds of running water and the raucous that tended to follow practice sessions filled the locker room for a moment. and when it appeared that nothing more was going to come from the outburst the gazes turned away. brown bored into blue as billy glared.

it was stupid to have brought this up in a crowded place, but it had been weighing heavy on his mind ever since he saw his ridiculously charming boyfriend yakking away at stephanie's party last week, all eyes within a ten foot radius trained on him. nevermind that steve had supposedly fallen from grace; people still flocked to him for his charisma and his pretty face. there wasn't anybody steve harrington couldn't charm. and that became extremely evident in the way tanya harris had been plastered against his side, giggling away at every little detail of the story steve was weaving.

so maybe billy was jealous. maybe he was a little possessive. maybe he wanted to mark his territory in the most animalistic of ways —

yeah, okay, maybe it was a little weird. the heat clawing up the back neck wasn't caused by the shitty spray coming from the showerhead.

steve breathed heavily behind the palm that billy had slapped over his mouth. they glared at one another for a long minute, and then billy's hand fell back against his side.

'not a word,' his scowl snapped.

'we're talking about this,' steve's glower replied.

billy would rather walk out of the room — but he knows steve will follow. they'll make a scene, one that probably wont end in flying fists like it should. they're past that now. have been for a few months. not even the illusion of the 'shaky friendship' they're putting forward would be enough to keep rumors from spreading.

billy's glare slides to the side and they slow down the pace of their showering until the locker room eventually empties aside from the pair. the door hasn't even shut all the way before steve is turning to explode on him:

"you want to /pee/ on me!?"

"it's not —"

"don't. don't you 'it's not like that' me. what else can it be!? there's nothing else it could be!"

"at least i asked first before whipping out my dick and just /doing/ it."

"you're disgusting."

"yeah? you like it."

steve's silence and the purse of his lips betray that he does, indeed, like billy... no matter how nasty he is. and, god, he was nasty.

"why...? why is that even a thing?"

"it's..." billy feels stupid. this was a stupid thing to ask for. but his boyfriend is hot. and sometimes his mouth got the better of him when he was spewing filth and things just came out, things he should have kept tucked away, things that should never ever see the light of day.

like this, like now. billy begins gathering up his bag, turning away from steve. nevermind. he shouldn't have brought it up. there must be some kind of look on his face because a hand slides up his wet arm and wraps around his bicep.

"billy... you have to talk to me. we're working on that, remember?"

"shut up."

"hey... hey, come here. i'm sorry, okay? i'm sure there's a reason. i'm sure, um, i'm sure we all have our kinks. just... explain it to me."

steve was so— billy didn't deserve him. he should leave this locker room without looking back, make steve crawl after him like a begging bitch.

"iwanttopeeonyoubecausei'mjealous."

"huh?"

"christ, harrington... you're killing me."

"you said it too fast!"

"i want to pee on you because i'm jealous!"

"...wh–... why? that doesn't even–"

"i saw you talking to tanya the other day and she was making these... these..." billy's voice is a breathless rush, "stupid goo-goo eyes at you. it pissed me off. and i cant stop thinking that... you know, you're /mine/. and i can't prove that in any way. and nobody knows. so if i were to just do something, like if i were to mark you then–"

steve's eyebrows furrow closer and closer together the longer than billy rambles. and then they suddenly shoot up.

"like a dog?"

"huh?"

"like a dog. they pee to mark their territory. is that...?"

"you calling me a bitch?"

"something like that." but steve is grinning. the hackles on the back of billy's neck lower. he's scowling, eyes narrowed where they glare at steve. he wants to mop the floor with the smile.

"fuck you."

"i'm sorry! come here. c'mere, i'm sorry. you set yourself up for that one."

as angry as billy is, he allows steve to gather him in his arms. their bodies slide against one another, slick from the spray still raining down on them. steve's mouth finds his easily, their lips moving together in a chaste press before billy pulls away. he's still trying to run, but the leg steve wraps around his waist keeps him rooted.

"fine."

billy's eyebrow arches.

"fine. you can pee on me."

"fuck off."

"i mean it! i mean it, billy. i'm not joking." steve's eyes are wide and sincere. billy rolls his own before going to untangle himself from their embrace. steve still won't let him. he hops up and wraps /both/ legs around billy's waist, taking him hy surprise and causing the two of them to nearly go toppling to the ground. billy barely managed to wrap his arm around that dotted waist, the way he stumbled forward causing them to rest against the tilted shower wall.

"this is as good of a place as any, right? no mess to clean up after. so just... do it. stop looking at me and do it. i'm not going to make fun of you anymore, i promise." steve is breathing a little heavy, though it's unclear if that was from excitement or from the fact that they had nearly busted ass.

billy can't look. the way his hands tremble and his own unsteady breaths betray him. he knows he should be cocky and sure but this is — it's a lot. too much. yet steve was still understanding and too damn sweet for his own good. billy loves him. he hasn't ever said it out loud but he hopes steve knows that.

"c'mon, bills. it's okay." a hand buries itself in the back of his head, scratching at his scalp. it's all the encouragement he needs.

a little maneuvering has the head of billy's dick trapped at the juncture between one of steve's thighs and the softness of his stomach. nerves bite him in the ass, but so does excitement. and it's hard to keep from getting, well, /hard/ when he's got slick wet skin against his own, the smell of steve's shampoo making him lightheaded. he's vaguely aware that steve murmurs words of encouragement against his temple.

it takes him a moment to actually do it. there's a visible jerk to his dick, body shuddering, and then relief floods his lower stomach while ropes of liquid heat spill over a dotted thigh, trickling down over his hip and along his ass.

billy buries his face in the softness of steve's throat, teeth gnawing a bruise. can't help himself as he murmurs a litany of, "mineminemine" as his bladder empties and a different kind of relief fills him. it's the nastiest thing he's ever done. it's the best thing he's ever done.

and steve—

gasps. goes taut. makes the strangest sound in the back of his throat when the warmth trickles over his skin. it might be from the way billy's got a hand fisted in the back of his hair, keeping him pulled close, but billy is selfish and wants to think it's because he's getting off on this too.

"g– od...  billy..."

a grunt is the only response steve gets. billy's bladder had emptied itself but he refuses to pull away from his hiding spot.

"billy," steve whines, tugging on the back of his head until he gets the idea. their mouths slot together in another kiss, sloppy and full of teeth. steve rolls his hips forward, half-hard dick sliding against billy's stomach, and it's enough to have his own fattening up where it's still enveloped in velvety tightness.

"that was hot. i've n– never seen you... like that. you really want me that bad?" a strand of dark hair sticks to steve's forehead. his own eyes are heavy with need, lips a swollen pink from their kiss. he slides forward again and makes that noise from earlier, head falling back against the wall. billy wants to devour him.

their bodies move together without any rhythm, nothing but the thought of chasing pleasure in their minds. steve finishes first, his yelp echoing off the walls. billy paints his hip white with a muffled groan a few seconds after, fingers biting into his backside.

they haven't even caught their breaths before steve is leaning down and whining a pathetic, "again."