#which is crazy because knife play scares me

[akai-akai]

TW: irresponsible use of knives, minor blood

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still thinking about deadpool and wolverine banging fighting in that car...

which means I'm also still thinking about simon and johnny fighting in the car, all teeth and bloody noses and bruised knuckles.... and then simon pins johnny across the back seat, pulls a knife, and plunges it into the cushion, just barely knicking johnny's ear as he leans down so that their faces are inches apart and snarls at him to stay still...

and johnny has this wild look on his face, pure joy and adrenaline mixed with something almost predatory.

like we've seen johnny pissed off to the point he loses self-control (makarov helo scene) so I can't help but imagine he loses his shit and simon is the only one there and has to bring him back down somehow... and his solution is to pin johnny down and force him to chill out.

AND THEN THEY FUC—

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I'm so normal about them I swear

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[errriiie]

Right now you're mine

shauna shipman x fem!reader minors DNI, all characters are 18 y.o

TW: smut, shauna shipman, jealousy, co-dependent relationships (?), dubcon extra tags: fem!reader, y/n mentions, porn with so-little-plot, jealous sex, degrading, possessiveness, fingering (r! receiving), dark themes, knife play word count: 3k not proofread english is not writer's first language!

Shadows dancing on the sheets If you obey I might give you a treat. There's something weird about you with Shauna. She's kind to you, then mean, but you never talk about it. She gives you mixed signals every damn day, and you're not quite sure what to make of it. You've been hanging out with Lottie lately because you thought it was okay. Shauna didn't like it. She made that clear. And she just wanted to wipe your nose and wipe the smug smirk off your face the way she knew how to do it best. (Also, you're a little like Mari here)

Your team won the treasure hunt. You were good at running - it was something natural, something that couldn't be taken away. You and the other girls were jumping up and down in a big happy ball, hooting happily, knowing that all day long you would finally be able to rest for at least a day from all this work for the good of your little camp. You tried not to bother anyone, although when Mari or Gen teased one of the losers once again, you did not try to hold back your smile. You finally felt some semblance of dominance, having fun with your friends and also letting off some arrogant comments. You knew that Shauna lost to you, being on the opposite team. Really, you did. But you tried to ignore her unreadable glances, from which her frown and disfavor towards you were given away only by her eyebrows, drawn together to the point of transference, when she snorted and whispered something in the ear of Melissa, who had so inopportunely formed around her.

It pricked your heart, but you couldn’t quite say why. There had never been anything formal or complete between you and Shauna one way or another. There had been some strange looks, awkward touches, but nothing serious, especially since the end of this winter, when the cabin had burned down. Shauna scared the shit out of you, but you couldn't bring it up. There was just something unnerving about her all-encompassing hatred and the way she separated herself from everyone. From you included. Well, it wasn't like you were friends or anything more. You dressed in the rags that Lottie, with whom you had grown a little closer in the last couple of weeks, called "sacred and appropriate" and proudly sat at a chair with the others. You were having a feast, followed by a ritual for those who had died in the winter. You shared grins with your team, cheerfully tapping your fingers on the table, unaware that Shauna was the one bringing you your food. You felt her presence twenty centimeters from your body as she came close. Everyone was busy with each other. In her hands was a deep bowl with something obviously tasty, and even if not, in your circumstances, you had no choice. You looked into her eyes - she looked into yours and, spat, sent a wad of saliva straight into your stew.

"Bon appetit." She placed it in front of you. You did not understand what had just happened. Your eyes widened while Shauna did not even think to move from her place. Then the realization of the disgusting gesture came. The desire to fight for justice followed.

"What the fuck, Shauna? Why did you just spit in my food?" you didn't expect your voice, fueled by the feeling of offense, to become loud enough for others to hear.

"Me? No. I'm not." The look she gave you sent shivers down your spine. She sounded like it was the most natural response, and it almost made you feel like you were the crazy one here.

"Fuck, Shauna, did you spit in her food? Seriously?" Natalie's tired and genuinely confused voice came from your side as she stood up. For some reason, you stood up too.

"No, and the mere suggestion offends me." she replied. Oh, you just got angrier. Apparently no one believed her. But Shauna didn't look like she needed it at all. "You should eat, y/n. I worked hard on this food."

You weren't going to swallow that. Not with so many curious eyes on you and Shauna. You grabbed the cup and pointedly, with one swift movement of your hand, dumped the entire contents on the ground. Shauna was furious because she clearly expected there to be no fight. She thought she knew you well. She thought you would bend to her will. The lack of the desired reaction was like the safety catch being released. Shauna leaned forward, grabbed your hair, tangling her strong fingers in the tangled mass and literally bent you over, smashing your cheek into what was left of the spilled stew. Not the smartest way to dispose of food. "I told you to eat, bitch!" she screams, letting you whine in humiliation and the efforts you make in vain to get out before the girls pull you apart. "Okay, I've had enough!" Natalie is pissed, and she's the queen, she's the leader of your little group, and you look completely confused as you try to wipe the dirt and stew off your face. "Both of you. House arrest. And no arguments. Don't ruin our evening with your bullshit." But you're hurt. You're literally the victim, you've done nothing to Shauna fucking Shipman, and you've definitely never wished her any harm, so why the fuck did she humiliate you in front of everyone and make you look so pathetic? You wrenched yourself free of the girl who was holding you and screamed furiously. "Fuck you all, this is bullshit!" you turned on your heels, trying to pick up the remains of your battered, pathetic pride and walked in the direction your tear-stained eyes were looking. Your back was literally catching sympathetic glances, especially Lottie's, and this only made you look smaller in this whole situation.

You clung to a tree, staring at the green crown of the spruce above your head. Damn Nat, who decided to punish you too. Damn everyone who decided not to intervene in time. Damn Shauna, who... the crunch of branches made you shudder and look around. You turned around, seeing a familiar figure in ordinary clothes. Dirty flannel, jeans stained with what looked like old blood, a knife... a knife? You look scared now. You stares at Shauna, takes a warning step back. "Whatever you're going to do to me, don't you fucking dare. Everyone will know." Your voice is menacing, and your eyes are watching the knife a dozen times more than they are watching Shauna's expression and intentions. "What the fuck have I ever done to you, Shipman? I didn't harm you in any way!" you try to defend yourself. Shauna's knife hand twitches at the word harm, moonlight catching the blade's serrated edge as she takes three slow steps forward. Her flannel clings to sweat-damp shoulders, that same earthy musk from pinning your face into the dirt still clinging to her knuckles.

"Done to me?" A bark of laughter scrapes her throat raw. She taps the knife's flat side against the pale line bisecting her left eyebrow—the scar from when you "accidentally" elbowed her during that stupid lake ice fight last winter. "You breathe. That's what you do."

The blade drifts lower, cold steel brushing the hollow of your throat. Shauna's other hand snakes out to fist in that infuriatingly soft shirt, yanking you close enough to smell the forest rot clinging to your hair. Her breath hitches—just once—when your noses almost touch.

Fourteen days ago. Midnight watch shift. Your laugh carrying from the tree line, leaning into Lottie's shoulder like you hadn't spent last Thursday letting Shauna braid wolfsbane into your hair.

"You wanna know what I'm gonna do?" Shauna murmurs, thumb swiping through the mud still smeared on your cheekbone. You presses yourself against the damn pine tree—or fir, it doesn't matter. You look wary, scared, and you trying to control your breathing so as not to show your fear to Shauna. Your head shoots up almost instinctively because you want to press youself against the tree trunk, just so Shauna doesn't slit your throat. "I... I actually hope you don't do anything," you says uncertainly, not knowing on what you supposed to be looking at: Shauna’s knife or Shauna’s face. "You know it'll cost you dearly if you kill me." The blade trembles—just enough to nick skin—as Shauna's mouth twists into something bitter and hungry. Pine resin sticks to your back, sharp and medicinal, mingling with the iron tang blooming at your throat.

"Cost me?" Shauna drags the knife downward, popping the first button of your shirt with surgical precision. "You think Nat gives a shit if I skin you like a rabbit?" You winces as a thin, shallow cut, small but bleeding, blooms across your throat. You can't even see it, and fear overwhelms you. You always thought this would be a rush of adrenaline, but your body just doesn't move as you mercilessly endures Shauna apparently undressing you.

"You're fucked if you kill me, I mean it," you voice is more of a tremor and a terrified bleat than anything else. The cougar bares its teeth even when cornered by a bear. "You know it's true, don't play with me."

Shauna's knife hand goes still when your breath hitches. The second button parts with a snick of steel through thread, exposing a sliver of collarbone that glows blue-white in the moonlight. Her free hand digs into your hip hard enough to bruise, pinning you against sticky bark.

"Cost," she repeats, dragging the blade lower to trace the curve of a breast through thin cotton. "You still think we're debating philosophy in the Literature class? That Becky MacCoy is gonna tattle to mr. Devis?"

The knife tip finds the third button. "They'll thank me." Cold metal slips between fabric folds, grazing nipple. "Burn your clothes for kindling. Use your bones for broth." Her knee jams between your  thighs, pressing up hard. "But you?" The blade retreats, comes to rest against your lower lip. "You'll just be... inconvenient."

You whimpers as Shauna's knee presses so nastily—and so good—on your clit. Fuck, you doesn't even know what's happening. Your mind is all mixed up with the holy and the sinful, and you doesn't understand who Shauna is to you, or if you going to die today. Or if you going to cum, either.

"W-why are you saying all this? Why are you doing all this?" you asks, looking worriedly at the knife on your bottom lip, but you has to admit, you looking into Shauna's dark eyes more often. "I don't even... hate you. Why the hell are you doing this to me, you fucking sadist?"

Shauna's thumb presses the blade flat against your tongue, metallic bitterness flooding both their mouths. Her knee grinds harder, friction burning through denim as she leans in until their foreheads touch. Sweat-damp strands of hair cling to your temple—you smells like fear and elderberries, Shauna notes with vicious satisfaction.

"Sadist?" She twists the knife handle, making light catch the saliva-slick steel. "You begged for this when you let Lottie braid those fucking daisies in your hair last week." The accusation comes out hoarse, unexpected. Her free hand snakes under your shirt, nails biting into soft belly flesh.

That afternoon by the creek. Your head in Lottie's lap, flower crowns and shared jerky. Shauna gutting rabbits twenty feet away, blood dripping hotter with each peal of laughter.

The knife withdraws. Shauna licks a stripe up the column of your throat, tasting copper and pine sap. "You want reasons?" Her teeth close around an earlobe, biting just shy of breaking skin. "I'm the butcher. You're the meat." You lets out a low moan in Shauna's ear, because it's hard not to. But your head is a storm, and you itching to defend yourself. You've always been quite the fighter. Maybe that's why Shauna wanted to break you so much. "I will be the last one to be meat. I'm the meat if I ever draw the queen card. But right now, I'm not meat at all," you mutters in Shauna's ear.

"You want to know why I was hitting on Lottie a week ago? Why I had daisies and wolfberry and sea buckthorn leaves in my hair? Because I wanted to fucking suck up to Lottie a little. I don't need her at all, if you're wondering." you speak with surprising clarity, as if there's no lie in your words. "Are you jealous of me, Shipman? Or are you jealous of her? I think if you were jealous of her, I'd be a fucking corpse right now."

Shauna's blade slips between the fourth and fifth buttons, parting fabric with a sound like cracking ice. The knife tip traces the valley between your breasts—too sharp, too precise to draw blood unless she wants to. Her other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back against the tree.

"You think I care about your pathetic games?" The blade dips lower, slicing through waistband elastic. Cold night air hits bare skin as denim pools around your ankles. Shauna's palm slams against the tree beside your head, forearm flexing as she crowds into your space. "Jealousy's for people who don't know how to take what's theirs."

Her teeth find the juncture of neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to bloom a bruise. You twitch in pain, but to Shauna's satisfaction, you have nothing to counteract. The knife clatters to the forest floor as Shauna's hand replaces it between your thighs, fingers pressing ruthless circles through damp cotton panties. "You don't get to be meat," she breathes against the fresh bite, "until I say you're meat."

It's too much for you. You twitches, and damn Shauna for being so fucking strong compared to you. Even in the past, you had always been known for your speed and tact, but not for your strength, which Shauna had in abundance.

You moans, softly and loudly, haltingly, trying to say something but unable to start a new sentence. You whine, and feels your teeth wound ache. You see the blood from the bite mark on Shauna's lips and leans forward, kissing them and biting her bottom lip before Shipman can say anything. You didn't understand what you were doing, but you really wanted to save your life. You already understood that Shauna had no intention of killing you. Yet. Fucking you was probably more interesting. You had fantasized about it a couple of times when you had to press yourself closer to Shauna's body in the winter because you had no choice and had to endure this forced closeness. You didn't remember when exactly you started liking it. Shauna freezes when your teeth catch her lip—a split-second of stillness where the forest holds its breath. Then her hand flies to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in sweat-damp hair to crush their mouths together properly. The taste of her own blood blooms between them, metallic and primal, as she licks into your mouth with the same ruthlessness she uses to field-dress deer. The kiss tastes like violence.

Her free hand rips the remaining buttons off your shirt, nails raking down pale ribs. The abandoned knife lies forgotten between pine needles as Shauna shoves her knee higher, denim seam grinding against soaked underwear. "Still think you're not meat?" she growls against swollen lips, biting the question into your jaw. Her thumb finds the hollow beneath your ear—that spot she'd mapped weeks ago during forced proximity—and presses hard enough to make your eyes roll back.

You moans hoarsely, your hips jerking against Shauna's knee between your legs. You need more, you want more, and you both so turned on right now. "Sh-shut up..." you moans, your cheek pressed against Shauna's for a second before your hands slide under Shauna's flannel and t-shirt, your nails raking painful lines down her back. You're such a fucking mess. Both of you. "P-please, do something. Give me your fingers back." You almost begs, biting you own bottom lip. Her knee isn't enough.

Shauna's laugh comes out ragged, more breath than sound, as she drags her bloodied lip across your cheekbone. "Begging already?" Her teeth catch the shell of your ear, biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. The hand at your neck slides much lower, calloused fingers hooking into the waistband of those ruined panties.

With a sharp tug, Shauna tears the cotton aside. Her middle finger slides through slick heat in one brutal thrust, curling upward on the retreat. "This what you wanted?" she rasps, palm slapping against clit with each punishing stroke. Her other hand clamps over your mouth, muffling the sounds she'd die before admitting she's memorized. "Or you need me to carve the answer out of you?"

The forest floor swallows yours mingled breaths—pine needles crunching under shifting weight, distant owl cries drowned out by the wet slap of skin. Shauna presses her forehead to yours, brown eyes gone feral in the moonlight. "You'll take what I give," she growls, adding a second finger that stretches tight muscle, "and fucking thank me for it." You look at Shauna blurrily, your eyes unable to find focus, so bright and blue usually, so enchantingly deep now, looking so faded with sexual arousal. You moans in mild pain - it's been a long time since anyone has stretched you from the inside, and you feel sick from the unfamiliarity. That nice, fucking good feeling down there becomes clearer as you whispers. "I'm going to c-cum," you doesn't know why you warning Shauna about this, leaning almost all your entire body on her. One of your hands falls from Shauna's neck and lazily tries to pull Shauna's jeans down, but they won't budge. Of course. They're fucking buttoned. Shauna catches your wandering hand mid-hip, slamming it back against the tree with enough force to dislodge bark. "You don't touch," she snarls, the knife suddenly reappearing in her periphery—plucked from the forest floor and pressed sideways against your heaving stomach. Her fingers never stop moving inside you, the heel of her palm grinding relentless circles as sweat drips from her jaw onto exposed collarbones. "Think I'd let you sully these?" Shauna jerks her hips forward, denim-clad thigh rubbing against your bare one. The blade traces lazy patterns over damp skin without breaking it—this time. "These hands skin bears. Butcher does the taking."

Her thrusts turn jagged, knuckles whitening with the effort of keeping you pinned. The knife falls again, forgotten as Shauna's teeth find purchase on a peaked nipple through torn fabric. "Cum then," she demands against salt-damp skin, voice cracking like dry kindling. "Prove you're more than Lottie's fucking lapdog. More than just another dumb bitch who's content with her measly victory."

Moonlight catches the wild glint in brown eyes as Shauna watches—always watching—the exact moment your body betrays you. Her free hand digs into the soft flesh of your thigh, blunt nails leaving crescent promises that'll outlast dawn. You shudders, whimpers, and as if on cue, cums all over Shauna's fingers with a soft moan. Your head snaps back and hits the tree trunk. You hisses in pain, but it doesn't matter as you recovers from the intense orgasm. You doesn't even look at Shauna, simply because you afraid to look her in the eye after that.

"Was that all necessary?" you mutters, but not with aggression or irritation. It sounds like a strange question. Shauna withdraws her fingers slowly, deliberately, watching yours body twitch with oversensitivity. She brings glistening digits to her mouth, tongue swiping through the mess with a predator's grin. "Necessary?" The word drips with mockery as she steps back, adjusting her flannel with hands that don't quite steady.

She stoops to retrieve her blade, thumb wiping pine resin off the hilt. The night air bites at sweat-slick skin as she turns toward the tree line, shoulders rigid. "Don't flatter yourself." The words hang between them like a noose. "Just needed to shut you up before the coyotes came."

Her retreating footsteps crunch through underbrush, leaving you half-dressed against the pine. Dawn's first light catches the blood drying on Shauna's collar—proof of teeth marks she'll spend tomorrow's watch shift tracing with her tongue. She leaves you alone. Confused and half-naked. You awkwardly pull up your wet underwear, dress as best you can - your clothes aren't in the best condition, and you knew it was unwise to lose them like that. You came, but was it worth it?

You swallow your resentment as you slip into your hut. You just want to sleep.

[jarofstyles]

Blurb idea: dark Harry undressing y/n for the first time and she’s really shy and he’s like so in awe of her and like he thinks her underwear is so cute with bows😭 extra-daddy kink

Omg wait this is good…. I may continue it as a one shot if people like it

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Warning- knife play, daddy kink, dark h and he’s slightly crazy but oh well

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“Look at that…” he crooned, tapping the blunt side of the knife over the smooth cotton. “Aren’t these just precious, little dove?”

He could see her chest rising and falling in what he assumed was both anticipation and slight fear. She’d gasped so pretty when he pulled the knife out to cut off the pathetic excuse of a skirt she she’d worn out tonight, but the blade was increasingly close to her skin. He wouldn’t cut her, no, but he could tell from their previous encounters that his little bird liked to be scared. Just a little bit.

“I didn’t… I didn’t know you’d see them.” She stuttered, laid out in his bed. In fact, she’d thought he was ignoring her this whole week. “You didn’t text me back and I wasn’t… I thought you got tired of talking to me.”

“Oh, darling…” he clicked his tongue, face softening slightly. “Never. I was just busy with my… errands.” He smirked at the connotation. Y/N had met him because she’d seen something she wasn’t supposed to, and instead of threatening her and making her run off with fear stricken into her heart? He’d decided to comfort her, take her for some hot cocoa and dropped her off at home. It had been entirely her want to kiss, which he’d done so greedily before leaving her.

Since then he hadn’t been able to leave her alone.

“Oh.” She whispered, eyes going back down to the cool metal against her skin. “I thought maybe I wasn’t so good last time.”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes as he thumbed over the gusset of her panties. The wet patch was growing, making him feel all the more smug as her breathing hitched. “You think having my load all over that pretty face was me being displeased?” He shook his head at how ridiculous his bird was. “No. I took some pretty pictures and made myself cum a few times when I was away. But the last three days I held off so I’d have some for you. I think you liked it a lot last time, didn’t you?” He mumbled, watching her eyes widen. His girl was shy, but it was good he knew exactly how to read her.

“You did. Tell Daddy y’liked it.” He encouraged her with a kiss to her tummy, eyes meeting hers. “Go one. We both know you know how to use that pretty mouth.”

“I-I liked it, Daddy.” She breathed, hips bucking slightly into his thumb. “I liked it so much.”

A smile split his face as he watched her eyes round out. “That’s my girl. You do so well, y’know that? Even after I’ve corrupted you a bit and made you do all sorts of nasty things for me, you’re the sweetest little thing I’ve ever met. That’s why I keep you.” Another kiss was placed to her sternum as he took the knife from her panties and split her shirt, ignoring the squeak of protest as the tattered fabric was opened to expose a match bra. A light pink with a matching bow in the middle of her tits, just like the taunting one on the waistband of her panties.

“Christ, you’re perfect.” He rubbed his face against her breasts, moving up with sloppy kisses all over her chest. “I love these things. So sweet. Almost could fool me into thinking you’ve got no idea on what to do with a cock, but I’ve taught you so well.” The knife was tossed to the side as his fingers tugged the cup of the bra down, lazily sucking one of her nipples into his mouth for a few seconds. Her hands gripped at his hair in surprise, the choked whimper making his cock twitch. “Was gonna cut these off, cause y’know Daddy hates shit getting in the way of my view but… god, I think M’gonna leave them on. Stain them with my cum. What do you think about that, baby? Gonna let me?”

[callieisto]

I read your Sam Winchester eating out fic and I can't hold it back anymore.. i NEED to share the worms.... Dean Winchester with gun play. I CANT HANDLE IT -🧅

☆ Kinktober Day 7: Gun Play! ☆

(GN!Reader)

God onion anon. You're so right and so real. This is a kinktober post bc I'm insane and I feel crazy. Formatted like a headcanon post!!

When Dean sees you eyeing his guns with something kind of like lust and when you tell him how sexy he looks with a handgun, he immediately starts cleaning his guns meticulously. If he's going to bring them into the bedroom they're going to be clean because he doesn't want you turning into some creature via blood exposure or something. He has nightmares about it. Sexy nightmares, up until that point, but.

He talks with you a little about it. But I think he's the kind of guy who jumps into stuff a little too fast and hard uknow... plays it fast and loose.

He runs it down your chest, presses it a little bit harder over that sweet spot between your legs. Runs it over the seam of your jeans while he murmurs in your ear about how he loves that little scared look in your eyes, kissing at your jaw as you hump at the gun weakly, desperate for any friction he can give you. He's mean about it, biting your neck when you beg him for more. Condescending tone bleeding into his words when he takes the gun away and you whine.

When he gets you settled on your knees in front of him, he holds his gun in front of the bulge in his pants and makes you suck it. "Go nice and slow, baby, you know how I like it." with a stupid grin on his face as he takes you by the hair and guides the gun into your mouth. Treating his gun like it's his dick, slowly fucking it in and out of your mouth while he tries really really hard not to cum in his pants.

"My dick's bigger than this, baby." He's taunting when you gag. His dick isn't made of metal, though. "You can take it, huh? Don't let me down, now."

Once he decides that you've been warming his gun in your mouth for long enough, he gets you to ride him with the gun trailing across your clavicle, cool+wet metal against your warm skin. He nudges the gun against your tip/clit to push you over the edge after making you hold off. When he's done- which, realistically, is about an hour later, because he makes you cum again with the gun pressing down on your abdomen as he mutters in you ear about how dirty you are for letting him use a gun to defile you- he shows you that the gun was empty and the safety was on. He wants you to know he would never hurt you. Ever. Not even for his pleasure.

(Knife play is a whooooooole other animal. Give him time. He'll get into it eventually. Especially when you lightly scar a sweet little 'D.W.' on the top of your thigh.)

[kingofpopmj]

And It Cuts Like A Knife

Sequel to:

I Don’t Know Whether To Live Or Die

Summary: Michael can’t let go. He struggles with the idea that the woman he loves might be impossible to win back.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: ARGUING, ANGST

Requested: yes

“Michael!” Her usually sweet voice began growing louder as she pounded on the door. “Cheater! You cheated! Let me in! This isn’t fair!”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you!” He teased, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. The sound of the door unlocking, slowly opening to reveal Michael with a sly smile on his face— oh, he’s so handsome, she thought to herself, which made her want to roll her eyes again. “What was that you were saying, beautiful?”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” She crossed her arms, “Stop smiling.” Although she was using her stern voice, it was impossible to concentrate on that when she’s dripping wet.

“But, you look so cute.” He slowly stepped out onto the porch with her, wrapping her in a towel.

“That was a dirty trick Mr. Jackson.”

“I’m sorry, but you have to admit it’s a little funny.”

“No, it’s not. I’m going to have to dry off and change. We’re going to be late. You know I hate being late.”

“It’s fine. We can be late. In fact, we can be really late.” His tone becoming more flirtatious as he nuzzled into her neck. “Maybe we can spend the day here. You and me. Possibly less clothes.”

“Michael!” She laughed, shaking off his advances. “Michael.” She repeated, but as he began kissing her neck, she failed to sound convincing.

“Just tell me no and I’ll stop.” He knew she was putty in his hands. There was no way she’d tell him to stop.

“We can’t.” She whispered, but she didn’t say stop because she didn’t want him to. “We can’t miss your parents anniversary party.”

“Who cares they’ll have another one next year.”

“Michael!”

“What?”

“We have to go.”

“But, I don’t want to.” He stomped, acting like a child, which made her laugh. “Come on! Let’s miss it. It’ll be fun. Besides, I rather spend a quiet day here with the woman I love. I don’t care what we do. I just want to be with you. I don’t want to share you, not today.”

“The woman you love?” She asked carefully, watching his eyes as they widened in fear.

“Y— Yes.” He could feel his heart racing and he hoped more than anything that she wouldn’t freak out. “That’s yeah— that’s what I said— out loud —for you to hear.”

“You love me?” She repeated, hoping she’d hear him say it again.

“Yes. I do. I love you.”

“Michael—”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blurted it out like that. You don’t have to say it back. Is it too soon? Yeah, that’s probably way too soon. That’s just crazy. I really— it slipped out. I swear it just came out. I mean it, I do, but I didn’t mean to say it— at least not right now. I’m so embarrassed. Don’t— I hope this isn’t freaking you out. Y/N? Please, say something. I’m definitely scaring you off aren’t I?”

“No. It’s unexpected, but kind of perfect. You’re perfect.” She gave him a small smile and took his hand.

“What? Really?”

“Yes, you’re my man— the man that I love.”

“I am?”

“Michael, I love you.” She said as she gazed into his eyes, pulling him closer. “I really do.”

“I love you.” He said it again, cupping her face, “I love you so damn much.” When their lips finally to touched all the nerves disappear. This was right. He didn’t break away from her when she hopped off the ground, wrapping her legs around him.

His hands slid down her back, resting on her perfectly curved behind and squeezing ever so gently.

“I don’t want to stop kissing you.” She mumbled against his mouth.

“Me either. I don’t even mind that you’re getting me all wet.” They laughed, while he slowly placed her down, but keeping a firm hold on her. “I guess we should go get ready now, huh?”

“Or… since we’re already late… I mean there’s no rush...” She bit her lip, her fingers played with the curls on the back of his neck. Her gaze was calm. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t running. They had all the time in the world, so he decided to make the most of it.

“Oh, I love you.” He scooped her up, walking over to the couch, while she was already leaving her mark on his neck.

How did he get so damn lucky?

Eighteen days. It’s been eighteen whole days, four hundred and thirty-two hours— twenty-five thousand, nine hundred and twenty minutes— you get the point? It’s been a really long time since he’d last seen her. If it wasn’t for the calendar he would’ve guessed it had been a lifetime.

Michael felt lost. He didn’t know how the hell he ended up here. If the circumstances were any different he’d laugh. He’d laugh at the situation he’d found himself in.

The way the tall wooden door in front of him felt to have a mocking energy. It felt untouchable. The idea that every drastic change in his life lately all started with a knock, made him extremely weary of what he was about to do next, what he had to do next.

He’d laugh if he was able to, but since he came home to an empty house nothing seemed funny anymore.

A laugh was used to express joy, which is an emotion he had yet to feel since she left him.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried to muster up his best game face. This is the only way he’d ever see her again. This led to her. It has to, right? This wooden door was the only thing standing between the two of you. He told himself this was it— just this one obstacle and everything would be made right, she’d come back to him, but he knew better.

Nothing is that simple.

“Michael?” The way her voice jumped up an octave told him just how surprised she was to see him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you. What are you doing here?”

“This is the last place I thought I’d be too.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. If he had the power of invisibility, he’d be using it right now.

“So, what brings you here?”

“This is going to sound ironic, but I have to speak with you.”

“This is going to sound even more ironic, but would you like to come in?” She stepped back, giving him space to enter.

“Yeah, thanks.” He wasn’t expecting the kind gesture, but he appreciated it.

“Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” He took a seat on the couch trying to figure out where to begin.

“So, how’ve you been?” She asked, smiling as she took the seat beside him.

“I’ve been terrible.”

“Oh.” She reached out, resting her hand on his thigh. “Is there anything I can do?”

“I’m still trying to figure that part out.” He wanted to smack her hand away. He should’ve, but he didn’t. It’s been so long since he’d been touched, even though it wasn’t the touch he’d been yearning for— it was something.

“Can I help you put the pieces together?” She asked happily, moving closer to him.

“If you want.”

“I do.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“There’s nothing left to say.” She whispered, her hand lingered from his thigh, down feeling him through his pants. He wanted it to stop, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

“There’s nothing left to say.”

Those words echoed loudly in his head, sending shockwaves down his spine.

Y/N had said that to him once.

“No! No!” He grabbed her hand roughly, pushing her away. “Stop!”

“I thought this was what you wanted, what you came here for.”

“No, you know I didn’t come here for that.”

“Okay.” She threw her hands in the air with defeat.

“I need to say a few things to you.”

“Fine. I’m listening.”

“Y/N—”

“Seriously, you’re bringing her up? The woman who left you?”

“She left me because I deserved it. She left me because I let you get in my head again, but I’m going to get her back.”

“Whatever you say, Michael.”

“Dammit Lisa! You said you’d listen.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

“We are never going to be together. Anything we had is in the past. When you showed up and said all that shit, it messed me up. I acted like an idiot and lost the only person I’ve ever truly wanted. And, I’ve finally realized why, when we were married you made me feel like I was nothing. I did everything to earn your approval. All I wanted was to feel wanted by you. I wanted more than anything to make our marriage work, but that was a different Michael, another life and I’ve become everything I should’ve been. I got back everything that you stripped from me and I was able to do that because of Y/N. She built me up, the way you’re supposed to when you love someone. Fuck. She’s everything I don’t deserve, but can’t live without.”

“So?” She spat, not really listening as she stirred her drink.

“What do you mean, so?”

“So, what are you going to do to get her back?”

“I— I’m not sure. Everything I’ve thought of so far, doesn’t seem right.”

“Can I give you some advice?” Michael raised his eyebrows, looking at her skeptically. “I’m being serious, it’s good, I swear.”

“Okay.”

“Whatever you do, do it sooner rather than later. Don’t try to read off a script, it’ll sound like you got it off a hallmark card, speak to her from your heart. Look into her eyes and tell her how you feel. Don’t take no for an answer, fight for her with everything you have, leave it all out there, leave no stone unturned.”

“That’s not bad advice.”

“You’re not the only one who’s changed.”

Y/N walked mindlessly down the aisles of the grocery store. It was sad really, even now, random items on shelves made her think of Michael. She nearly collapsed in tears when she say his favorite chips in aisle four.

He was on her mind the entire time and it wasn’t until she reached the checkout line that she regretted it. Magazines surrounded her, each with different levels of insane stories. It didn’t grasp her attention until her eyes landed on a familiar face.

The King has returned to his Queen

Jackson & Presley look cozy and in love at her home in Hollywood California. See page 7 for more details.

She knew how the tabloids were, she knew they lied, she knew they made up stories to sell magazines and make money. Yet, still she found herself yanking the magazine off the shelf, flipping through pages and she wished like hell she didn’t. There were so many pictures of them, laughing, smiling and touching each other. Fuck. They look happy.

They look like they fit perfectly together.

No one could see the distraught look in her eyes or feel how badly she was breaking, because at the end of the day no one truly cared— but him. Michael cared. At least, he used to. Now, it was her burden to bear. Alone. She’d have to do everything now… alone, without him. This was her first real heartbreak and the moment she had that realization, she made a promise to herself. A promise that she’d never allow anyone to make her feel this again— she’d never put her heart in someone else’s hands. This would be her first and last heartbreak. Although, she had yet to begin moving on from him, she knew it would be the most devastating loss— the most profound pain she’d ever endure.

A life without Michael was never part of her plan, it’s only been eighteen days and she was a wreck. Truthfully, he was woven into all her plans and it never dawned on her to have a fallback.

Here he was, again. Michael stood in front of a giant wooden door, but it wasn’t just any door— it was THE door. There was only about an inch of oak wood standing between them. However, the issue was these damn doors. They were everywhere and they were laughing at him— he was certain of it. Thankfully, this time there was a doorbell. After speaking with Lisa yesterday, he couldn’t wait any longer, so he took the night to prepare. He couldn’t waste anymore time. He needed her.

So, he rang the doorbell.

He was desperate to see her beautiful face— her bright, loving smile. The way she sang her greetings, it was his favorite thing to hear when he return home for the day. Goodness, he missed it.

He was pulled out of his daydream when the door swung open.

“Michael! What a lovely surprise! How are you?” It wasn’t a total surprise that her mom answered, it was her house. He was more surprised with how happy she was to see him. “Honey! Look who’s here!” She shouted into the house.

“It’s great to see you.” Michael smiled as she pulled him into a hug just as her husband appeared.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite son-in-law.” He cheered, jogging over the welcome him.

“I’m your only son-in-law.” Michael laughed as the father of the woman he loved gave him a good squeeze.

“Doesn’t make it any less true. How was Europe? That’s where you were right?” Her dad always loved to hear his silly on the road stories. It wasn’t a complete lie. He was away on business, but she was supposed to come with him. That was the plan.

“Y/N has missed you so much. She said she couldn’t stand to be in the house without you.” Her mom chirped.

“Uh— yeah. Lots of business nonsense to take care of. It didn’t feel right to leave her so long, but she didn’t think she could tag along. Not enough time off.” He did his best to sound confident in his words, but that didn’t mean it felt good.

“You know her. She’s all about that job of hers. She didn’t mention you’d be returning today, does she know?”

“No, actually I was hoping to surprise her.”

“She’s going to love that.” Her mom clapped her hands rapidly. “Oh, you’re just the sweetest.” She pinched his cheek gently, a gesture he’d grown to appreciate.

“She ran down to the store, she’ll probably be another hour. You’re welcome to keep us company. We’d love to hear all about what you’ve been up to.”

“That’d be great.”

It was obvious they had no idea about the argument or how she’d left him. Y/N told them Michael was out of the country on business and she wanted to stay with them until he got back. He felt hurt that she had to lie to her parents because of him. He couldn’t focus on that too long because they were so damn nice to him— they treated him like family. It felt so natural. As he chatted and laughed with her parents he felt more relaxed— a seed of hope being planted. If she didn’t tell them the truth that had to mean something, maybe you weren’t finished with him, maybe you just needed a break. This had to mean there was still a chance.

“Mom!” It was her. She sounded exhausted, but she was still giggling. Oh, that sweet laugh— he squeezed his eyes shut admiring the sound. “Your shopping list is the most top tier scavenger hunt I’ve ever experienced. I had to go to three different places.” He heard your voice carry through the house. The way he perked up didn’t go unnoticed by her parents. They smiled at one another, loving how he cared for their daughter. He was practically jumping up and down just from the sound of her voice.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” She shouted back, turning to her bonus son and whispering. “Do you want to hide in her room?” Michael was so nervous he didn’t realize he’d nodded his head in agreement until he was being pushed up the stairs. When he got to her room, the scent of that perfume you loved wrapped around his whole body, it felt like love— it felt the closest to home he’s felt in eight days.

He paced the floor, listening to the sounds of you and your parents move about in the kitchen. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he should’ve given her a heads up— time to prepare to see him. What if she didn’t want to see him?

“We got this. Go up to your room and relax.” Your mom was the best wingman, she always rooted for Michael. “Go on.”

“Okay, okay! No need to manhandle me woman.” He smiled at your playful sass, god, he missed you.

He panicked, as your footsteps traveled closer and he quickly hid behind the door. Then, she walked in. Y/N was there— a few feet away from him and he just stared at her. That’s all he could do. She was in a t-shirt and jeans. Fuck, she looked beautiful. His eyes followed as she walked over to the vanity, gathering her hair and tying it up in a ponytail— he loved when you did that. It was his favorite, because she, she was so effortlessly breathtaking.

“Ahh!” He was so focused on watching the woman he loved that he didn’t notice he wasn’t the best at hiding. “What the hell—”

“It’s me. It’s me. Sorry.” He stepped towards her with his hands in the air to show her that he was no threat. The look of fear vanished from her features and it was only then he noticed her hand that was in the air. “It’s alright. It’s just me. Put the curling iron down.”

“Michael?” Her arm fell to her side and a look of confusion spread across her face. “W— What are you doing here?” She asked, placing the curling iron down slowly.

“I— You. I needed to see you.” He shuttered, trying to think of a way to make this less painful for the both of them. “So, what were you planning to do with that curling iron anyway?”

“I don’t know. Throw it at you?” She didn’t sound too sure of herself, but it made her laugh, so that was enough for him.

“Thank goodness. I thought your only line of defense was giving me a make over.” He dramatically flipped his hair and shot her his best model pose.

“Shut up.” She giggled, pushing his shoulder gently. A silence fell over them, it wasn’t awkward, it was new territory and neither of them knew where to focus their gaze or what to say.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He finally spoke, making the atmosphere more serious.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” She ran into him before she could process what she was doing. She lost herself hugging him. It repaired all the pain she’d been feeling since she’d last seen him— almost too quick. “I thought you’d never—”

“Hey, I’m here.” He held her, closing his eyes and silently praying, thanking anyone that would listen. He never thought he’d smell her perfume or feel her soft skin again.

“You scared the mess out of me.” Her voice muffled against the exposed skin of his neck. She let out a soft laugh.

“That wasn’t the plan. I saw you and I just froze. I’ve missed seeing you. I’ve missed hearing your voice. I’ve missed you so damn much. Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything. I’m so—”

“Don’t. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t tell your parents.”

“I couldn’t— not yet, it hurt too much. It made it real, but I’ll tell them soon.” She stepped away from his embrace and the emptiness surrounded him again.

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to tell them. It doesn’t have to be real.”

“Michael—”

“If you wanted to, you would’ve done it already. You would’ve told them, but you won’t because you don’t want to. Why is that?”

“I’m devastated. Okay? I feel like every bone in my body is shattered.”

“Me too.” He whispered, reaching out to hold her hand in his.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I— I should be apologizing too. I shouldn’t have left the way I did. I just knew if I saw you, if I saw your face I wouldn’t be able to leave and it really felt like I needed to.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I deserved that. I wish you didn’t leave, but I understand that I pushed you to that. I made you feel like there was no other option.”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

“You can’t just say that.”

“I’m not just saying it. I mean it. I love you.”

“I love you, but the things you said, the way you acted… I can’t stop replaying it in my head…”

“We can come back from this I know we can.” His voice dripping with desperation as he stared deep into her eyes for something— anything unspoken.

“I’m not sure Michael. It just— it sounded like you had some unfinished business.”

“I don’t. I love you. I want to be with you. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t— it feels like I can’t breathe without you. Please, come home. We can fix this.”

“And, what? You think I haven’t been hurting just as much? I miss you so much that I’ve tried to convince myself what happened was an actual nightmare, brainwashing myself into believing it wasn’t real, so that when I couldn’t stop myself from running back to you anymore— I wouldn’t feel like such a fool.”

“You’re not a fool. I am. I acted like an idiot. I took you for granted and I let you leave. I let you be gone for this long instead of chasing after you sooner. I thought you’d want time, so I stayed away, but I shouldn’t have. I should’ve come after you sooner. I’m an idiot. I’m the fool.”

“Michael, I—”

“Love birds! Are you two hungry?” Her mother appeared in the doorway with a big smile. “Oh, sweetheart, look at you, he really surprised you.” She tilted her head as she took in her daughter’s red eyes.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting this at all.” She forced a smile, resting her head on Michael’s chest. “We’ll be down in a few minutes okay?”

“Okay.”

He held her, the pads of his fingers sinking into her back. Nothing felt close enough. He needed more. When he was sure her mother was gone, he spoke again.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by just showing up.”

She shook her head aggressively, hugging him tighter. This had to be what it felt like— hope.

The energy at the dinner table was familiar. It felt like it always did— like nothing changed. He hadn’t messed everything up— this is how it was supposed to be.

“So, what business were you taking care of while you were away?”

“Oh, just finalizing the last details before going on tour. We had to get the stage design fixed and handle a few scheduling conflicts at the venues.” He smiled, moving his vegetables around the plate with his fork.

“Sweetie, are you going to travel with him this time?” Y/N’s mom asked happily, no doubt her way of encouraging her to accompany him.

“I’m not sure. I have work, so I’d probably visit him, but not stay with him the entire duration of tour.”

“You should. I’d imagine it would be so fun.”

“I’ve told her profusely that I’d be more than happy to take care of her, but she loves what she does and I don’t want to get in the way of that. I understand her. I want her to be happy.”

“I am happy.” She responded, her hand resting on top of his.

“That’s all I want.”

She felt herself falling back into him— into being his. It felt good. It felt right, but should it?

“You two.” Her mom smiled. “The way you guys are with one another, it blows my mind that you don’t have little ones running around already.”

“Mom.” Y/N muttered, she covered her face and even though she was embarrassed, she was laughing. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“What? I think it’s okay to wonder. No pressure just reminding you that I’m ready to be grandma. No pressure.” She shrugged, taking a long sip of her wine.

“We’ll keep that in mind.” Michael chuckled.

“Real subtle mom.” Her laughter was infectious, that was one of the things Michael loved most about her.

“So.” Her father cleared his throat. “How long do we have you for?” His eyes landing on Michael.

“Well, I’m finished with the business travel for a few months until tour starts, so you have me for a while. It’s good to be home.”

“I’m sure it is.” Her father smiled. “You guys heading home after dinner or are you staying the night?”

“Oh, um— well, I— um— I’m not—”

“Michael was going to help me pack. If it’s late by the time we’re done then we’ll probably stay the night.” Y/N spoke for him, sensing his uncertainty and discomfort. Her hand found his thigh and he felt the weight being lifted from his shoulders.

“Yes. Yes, that’s the plan.”

Once they’d finished up dinner, Michael and Y/N headed up to her bedroom to pack and speak in private. He shut the door softly, turning to face her. The tension quickly grew as they stared at each other, neither knowing where or how to start.

“Well, I guess I should start by saying thank you.” Michael gave her a small smile.

“For what?” She asked, sitting down at the edge of her bed.

“Letting me stay. I was afraid you’d kick me out once you saw me.” He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, pulling the stool from her vanity to sit in front of her. “It felt good spending time with you.”

“It felt right, being together again. And, I would never— I don’t have it in me to be that cruel to you—”

“I mean moving out while I was at work was pretty cruel, so you do have it in you, just deep down I guess.” He shrugged, only realizing how wrong his words were when he saw the tears in her eyes. “Shit, Y/N, I didn’t— I shouldn’t have said you’re cruel. That’s not— it came out wrong.”

“Because professing your regret over losing an ex is so what I wanted to hear. It’s every girls dream to find her Prince Charming, fall in love, then have him break her heart.” Her voice was full of pent up anger and pain.

“Do you even understand how much pain it brought me to come home and find you gone? There is nothing worse than coming home to an empty fucking house.” He gestured aggressively, trying to make her understand what she put him through.

“Do you even understand how much it broke me to listen to you talk about your ex-wife and all the things you wish you’d done differently to keep her? Everything you could’ve done better— mistakes you could right— so that I was never in your life.” She stood, stepping towards him with each word until they were only inches apart.

Michael didn’t say anything, what could he say? She was right. That wasn’t how he meant it, but he couldn’t argue with how it made her feel.

He was dead wrong.

“Y/N, I don’t care about Li— my ex-wife. She’s in my past, yes, but that’s all.”

“That’s not what it sounded like. I can’t be with you feeling like I’m the second choice— like I’m the one you settled for.”

“That’s not true. If you just give me a chance to explain, you’ll understand. Please, give me a chance.”

“Fine.”

“It hurts so much to be without you. It hurts feeling like I may have lost you for good. Do you understand?” He guided her to sit with him on the bed, in an attempt to redirect the conversation. He didn’t want to argue. He wanted to talk. He wanted to fix this.

He needed to fix this.

“Yeah, that’s the same way I felt seeing all those magazines with you and Lisa plastered on the cover. Seems like you’ve been doing just fine without me.”

“Y/N…” His voice became quiet the longer he sat across from her. He squeezed his eyes shut because the look on her face was becoming too much to bear.

“Michael, if you’ve never truly moved on from Lisa it’s fine. It’s understandable. I just wish I’d seen it sooner.”

“No. No, it’s not like that.” He corrected her, he slowed down before he started fumbling over his words. “I’d never been in love. I’d never experienced true love. Until now.”

“Until now? So, we—”

“Wait. Wait. No.” He held his hands out in front of his body, desperately begging her to listen. She nodded and gestured for him to continue. “Y/N, when I met you, I’d found everything I’d ever been looking for. It almost felt too good to be true, but you were real and when the things I hated about myself didn’t scare you away, I realized just how much you meant to me. How much you loved me, but it’s, it’s— I don’t know how to say this— I don’t want to sound rude— look, I love you more than you can ever love me. Okay? It’s not a competition of course— and I know how deeply you care for me. I can feel it, but it doesn’t compare to how much I adore you. I hope that’s not offensive. You helped me become the man I was supposed to be. The things about myself that I used to hide, you made me feel confident about, you laugh at my jokes— which are pretty bad— you watch the movies I love even though you hate them— you turn off your alarm so I can sleep in a little longer. You kiss me before getting out of bed in the morning. You leave the hall light on when I come home late from work. You replace my socks because you know I won’t do it myself— you get the colorful ones because you know I like to mismatch and you don’t make fun of me for it or try to change me. I don’t do things for myself— I don’t take care of myself, I take care of others and you knew that came natural to me so you didn’t scold me— you— you cared for me. Little things that said so much— meant so much more because it was you doing it. I noticed it all, I appreciated it and I should’ve told you more— I should’ve thanked you more and if I get the chance— another chance, I’ll remind you everyday how much brighter you make my life. You do so much for me, but the things I didn’t notice until you were gone were the best. You made— make— you make me feel loved. You make me feel seen. You me feel alive.” He wiped his tears with the back of his hand. “I appreciate you, I’m so damn in love with you it’s crazy. I’m crazy for you. My life didn’t start until I met you. The house it isn’t— it’s a prison without you.”

She sat there staring at him with an expression on her face that made him nervous. He didn’t know what was going on in her head, so he decided to keep talking.

“I’ve never known happiness until you came into my life.” He moved toward her, settling on his knees in front of her and cupping her face in his hands. “Baby, loving you and being loved by you put color into my world. Before you, everything was black and white. I don’t know, the sun shines differently with you. My heart, it’s yours, you have it and being away from you has been killing me slowly.”

“Michael...” She sniffled before her lips found his. It’s been too long. They were desperate— starved of one another’s touch. “I don’t want to be away from you anymore. I can’t.”

“I’ve missed you so damn much.” His voice muffled against her mouth as the tips of his fingers dug into the small of her back bringing them closer.

“Please—” She pulled away, her arms still firmly wrapped around him.

“Is this too much? I’m sorry.” He spoke cautiously, his thumbs rubbing slow small circles into her hips.

“No, it’s okay. Can we— I need— Can you please just hold me?” The way her voice cracked as she pleaded to be close to him.

“You don’t have to ask. Come here.” Michael laid back, adjusting the pillow under his neck. “I’ve had dreams of this— where I’d be able to be close to you, feel your warmth, your soft skin and the smell of your shampoo. I was starting to feel pathetic— I ordered some of your lotion, the one in that little purple bottle… just so I could feel close to you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” He kissed her head and massaged small circles into her back. “Honey, I’m so sorry.”

“Can we stay here tonight?”

“Of course. I’m not passing up a chance to cuddle with my boo.”

“And… maybe in the morning…”

“What is it? What would you like?”

“Can we go home?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiled, a genuine smile. And, for the first time in eighteen days they both were able to fall asleep.

It’s been two days since they reunited.

Michael was on his best behavior, even though she assured him that breakfast in bed wasn’t necessary. He didn’t care. He was just too damn giddy. Today, she went off to work and he immediately jumped into action. He picked up her favorite flowers, her favorite takeout from that restaurant downtown and of course, he had his own ideas for dessert.

The phone rang loudly, interrupting him as he lit the candles around their romantic meal.

He ran over to the phone, determined to get this conversation over with. Y/N would be home any minute and he needed everything to be perfect.

Y/N returned home from work and for the first time in a long time it truly felt like home. She walked quickly, unlocking the door and beginning her search for Michael.

“Oh, yes! That’s perfect…” His gaze fell on Y/N and he completely lost his train of thought. She waved with a soft smile on her face. “Well, you know— yeah we— we can finalize the contract next—” He began tripping over her words before quickly hanging up the phone mid sentence. “Baby! Hi, I’ve been missing these lips all day.” He dashed over to her, hugging her tight and planting kisses all over her cheeks.

“Wow. It feels like someone is excited to see me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your call.” She muttered, quickly falling under his spell the longer he held her. “You just hung up…” She laughed, kissing him tenderly.

“No worries. It was just Landis, trying to hammer out last minute stuff for this short film.”

“Sounds like you would benefit from some one-on-one time.”

“I mean… a nice bath with my beautiful lady would be lovely. All naked and wet— my two favorite things.”

“Wait! I thought we were eating dinner?”

“Nope! We’re doing dessert first baby!” He shouted happily, smacking her butt and spinning around.

Michael ran off, his heavy footsteps led to the master bath. All she could was smile and think of how happy she was to be right back where she belonged— with who she belonged with. She began shutting off lights, however, the anticipation of joining Michael was the only thing on her mind. The second her foot connected to the bottom step the phone rang. Y/N huffed before moving to answer, before she could speak a voice sounds on the other end— a woman’s voice spoke, “I totally forgot what a bad liar you are. I’m assuming that was Y/N, is she still there?” She froze, the feeling in her chest— it felt like her rib cage was rapidly collapsing. The voice on the other end was followed by laughter— a sound that made her skin crawl. “Michael?” The silence that followed was brief and it was clear that both women had finally put the pieces together. “This isn’t Michael, is it?” The voice asked sympathetically.

“No.” Y/N answered through clenched teeth, concentrating on keeping her voice from wavering. She couldn’t let her know how much pain she’d inflicted in such little time.

“Shit. Look, Y/N—”

“Lisa, I’m not the person you were expecting and you are definitely not someone I have the energy to have a conversation with at the moment. So, if you’ll wait a moment I’ll get Michael for you.”

“Oh— okay. Please, Y/N. I’d like to explain…” Lisa voice turned into background noise. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Y/N walked up the steps, phone in her hand, swinging back and forth at her side. She had no intention whatsoever of listening to what Lisa had to say. She could hear the noise coming from the phone, but thankfully couldn’t make out any of the words.

She managed to compose herself as she reached their shared bedroom. The tears were fighting to fall, but she pushed them back down. It’s happening all over again— she barely survived this the first time. She found him hunched over the tub, squeezing a bottle of bubbles into the water and she took a moment to admire him before she had to look him in the eyes and everything changed— again.

“Michael.” He spun around with a smile on his face— he was so happy he didn’t even notice how defeated she looked. She thrusted the phone out towards him. “It’s for you.” She forced herself to look at him because she didn’t want to miss the look on his face.

“Who is it?” He sang.

“It’s Landis… apparently.” She shrugged, showing him a tight lipped smile and leaning back onto the counter. “Sounds important.”

“Hello?” The reaction was immediate, his eyes widened, his hand gave away and the phone fell to the ground with a loud crunching noise. Michael stared at her with worry filling his features. “Baby.” He stood dumbfounded and all she could focus on was the sound of water as the tub began to overflow, yet still no one moved.

How long could they stare at one another without speaking?

How much more could she take?

How could he do this?

“That’s gonna be a bitch to clean up.” Y/N rolled her eyes finally moving towards the tub and twisting the knob.

“Y/N, please hear me out.”

“No.”

“Y/N, baby—”

“No!” She shouted, her voice bounced off the tiled walls of the bathroom. “Just stop.”

His bottom lip trembled as he watched her move away from him until she was out of sight completely. Michael followed her, although he was afraid of the impending fight he couldn’t let her go. He’s not going to make that mistake twice. However, his chase was cut short because she hadn’t gone far at all. She was standing out on the balcony, hands gripping the rail and staring off into the distance. He smiled briefly remembering all the times they stood out here together— the reason he had this add on built into the house was because he knew she’d love the view.

“Can I explain? Please?” He spoke carefully, like she was a child.

“What is there to explain?” She mumbled as if in a daze. He knew that tone— the last time he heard it was when her grandfather died. She’s in pain and trying to detach herself from everything.

“A lot. There is so much to explain. Please, let me explain.” He spoke softly as if not to startle her and it worked— he knew it would.

“Fine.”

“Lisa has something of mine that’s important to me. I thought I lost it, but it turns out she had it all along. She took it during the divorce to hurt me. I was trying to schedule a meeting to get it back.”

“Okay.”

“Y/N—”

“I said okay.”

“You’re upset.”

“No shit captain obvious.”

“I’m telling you the truth!”

“Yeah, you also said it was Landis on the phone, so excuse me if I’m a little weary.” Her words came out quick as she headed for the door, but he quickly jumped to stand in her path. “I can’t with the lies.”

“Okay, okay. That was stupid. I don’t know why I did that. I shouldn’t have lied. I know. I panicked. I’m just trying to get this done without hurting you.”

“Too late.”

“There’s nothing between Lisa and I. You have to believe me.” He spoke desperately, firmly planting his hands on either side of the door frame.

“Michael, let me through.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

“You know, the more you say those words the less I believe them.” And there it was, her voice broke.

“Y/N…” Truthfully, he had nothing to say in response to that. It broke his heart to know she felt that way.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just tell me from the beginning? I’d understand. I’m a very understanding person. When you hide things and lie it makes me feel like there’s something bigger going on… even when you eventually tell me, it still doesn’t feel like the truth. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“She took a family heirloom.”

“Well, that’s awful. I hope you can get it back.” She nodded, but refused to look at him which he noticed immediately.

“Please. Please look at me.”

“I’m going to go for a walk. I need a moment.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I— There’s reasons— I’m trying to— this is— I don’t want you to go. I’m not going to let you leave upset. I’ve made that mistake before I’m not doing it again!”

Y/N took in the sadness in his eyes and the way his lip was turned downward.

“I’m not leaving.” She reassured, her palm floated up to rest on his cheek. Even when she felt betrayed she couldn’t stay angry— looking into his eyes was her weakness. “I’m— it’s hurtful, but I need a breather then we can have a real discussion about everything.”

“Y/N, this is— it’s for you. Everything I do is for you. I can’t— I’m trying— I mean I want— Oh, this is too complicated. I’m making this complicated, aren’t I? It doesn’t need to be like this. It’s simple. I’m stressing myself out for no reason.”

“Michael…”

“It’s so simple and I’m blowing it by over thinking and over planning because that’s never been who we are. It’s eating me alive trying to keep a secret. I tell you everything and I need to tell you— you’re my person. Oh, goodness. I’m just going to do this, I’m doing this now. I need to do this now.”

“I don’t understand…”

“I adore you.” He lowered himself in front of her. “You mean everything to me. I knew the moment I met you, you were going to change my life.” His hands rested on her hips as his knee made contact with the stoned floor. “Everything in me knew you were it, yet somehow I still let my insecurities take over. I didn’t think I was enough— I don’t think I’ll ever be enough for you, but I know and I promise that I will spend every breath dedicated to you. Y/N, you deserve all I have to give and I’m ready— I’ve been ready for so long…”

“Michael, w-what are you doing?”

“I want to be your husband. And, I have a ring, i promise— it’s not with me, but this ended up being way more spontaneous than I expected, but it kind of fits us, our love, don’t you think? Y/N, I want to spend my life loving you and being loved by you. I can’t think of a sweeter way to spend my days on this earth than by your side. Y/N, baby, my heart is yours. Will you be my wife?”

“Michael… I…”

“Say yes.”

“We— I...”

“Y/N, say yes.”

“This— so much has happened.”

“I’m not saying this automatically fixes things, but shit— don’t you want to move forward?” He spat, rising from his kneeled position.

“Of course I do. I want to move on as much as I want to marry you.”

“Well, I was just down on one knee and you basically turned me down.”

“No, I didn’t—”

“You didn’t say yes!”

“Because you just lied about Lisa. Again!”

“And, I said sorry.”

“And, I heard you.”

“Obviously you don’t forgive me…”

“Forgiveness doesn’t come as quickly as saying sorry does. It takes time. I’m trying to move on from what happened— her confession, then this phone call from her and before I can process it you’re proposing!”

“I call it being romantic!”

“Yeah, well it feels manipulative. You keep hurting me and expecting me to get over it simply because you apologize.”

“Manipulative… wow, babe. You really know how to flatter me.”

“Michael, that’s not—”

“It’s what you said!”

“Please, don’t yell at me.”

“How— what now?” Michael breathed out, running his fingers through his hair.

“What if… what if we can’t come back from this— from everything?”

“Y/N…”

“It feels repetitive. This all keeps coming back to her— it feels like she’s in control of my emotions, I feel so vulnerable because she has you—”

“She doesn’t have me.”

“Well, what she says or does shouldn’t have such an effect on you, but here we are. What does that mean? How am I supposed to feel about that?”

“No. You’re looking at this wrong. You’re it for me. I don’t want anything to do with her. You have to believe me.”

“You say that, but your actions show differently. I want to get over this, but I don’t know how.”

“I want that more than anything. We have to— we have to get through this.” He spoke, a single tear falling down his cheek. “Don’t we?”

“I used to think that was the only option.” She turned away from him as her voice began to crack. “I want you, but I can’t take fighting like this anymore. Not with you. I hate the constant ups & downs. I never thought we’d bring out such ugliness in one another.”

“Me neither.” Michael’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“What do we do?” She questioned, pain rising in her chest and she prayed he fought for her. She wanted so desperately for him to reach out and hold her. Tell her that he didn’t love Lisa and he only wanted her.

“Maybe. I think— I think something needs to change. We can’t go on like this.” He spoke, shrugging his shoulders. That was it. That’s when she truly began losing hope.

“No, we can’t.” She breathed out. She couldn’t be the only one— if he wouldn’t fight for her, then why should she fight for him?

Does he even want her to fight for him?

But, why should she be the only one?

They stood in silence, now facing one another and neither showed any sign of their next move. They stared into each other’s eyes, trying to mask how afraid they really were for change, whatever that meant. He wanted so badly to dart across the room and pull her into his chest, but all the uncertainty in the air kept him put.

The only thing on her mind was kissing him and how it’d help mend the pain she felt. Then, she remembered that he’d caused it in the first place and that kept her at arms length.

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Random TUA Headcanons, Pt. 1

I was thinking about what sort of uncles (and aunt) the Hargreeves siblings would be. Since we may get to see those dynamics in s4 (the Klaus and Claire pic has got me hyped) it's time to share my silly thoughts.

This isn't speculation; I don't really do that. These are merely random ideas of mine (and all very soft because I can't be an angst writer all the time). Enjoy! ^.^

Below the break.

LUTHER

Helps teach them how to drive, and really enjoys it, too.

Has karaoke sessions in the car with his nieces when he drives them around. He tries to sing all the parts and makes them laugh.

Takes them to planetariums, rocket launches, and shows them how to work a telescope; he'll map the night skies with them for hours.

Was always the favorite when it came to playing hide-n-seek or tag; he invented a game called "crazy monk" where he makes scary faces and chases them around the house.

Could carry one niece on each shoulder easily; they loved it.

DIEGO

Is there for them after their first break-up. He takes them to a rage room and they have a grand time smashing things to bits.

Teaches them self-defense, as well as how to properly throw a knife. He may have gifted them their first knife a little too early, though.

Attends all of their sports games and track meets, and is there to scream and cheer from the sidelines (or shout at the ref if needed).

Learned how to style hair so he could give his daughter and niece all sorts of fun and dramatic hairdos; on speed dial for "crazy hair day" at school.

ALLISON

The one who takes them out for their first drink when they turn 21.

Likes to buy a lot of little presents for them, although they'll occasionally get jump-scared by something huge, like a new car.

Loves to go on trips with them; was definitely their travel companion for their senior graduation trip.

Helped them get ready before prom and took way too many pictures, all of which she cherishes greatly.

Would absolutely be the one to give "the Talk", because all of her brothers were too awkward to do it for their own children. Is excellent at giving a quick and concise sex ed course.

KLAUS

Would love to take his nieces to get their nails done (he'd get his done, too).

Loves to go get ice cream, boba, and other little treats with his nieces.

Is definitely the one bringing home puppies, kittens, hamsters, etc. as birthday presents.

If any of his nieces/nephews were to come out as queer, he'd be wildly supportive. He'd go with them to get their hair cut and buy new clothes if they were trans, or support them at Pride, or just overall be the coolest uncle ever.

FIVE

Acts like he could care less, but remembers all of the tiny, insignificant details such as their favorite color or favorite flavor of ice cream.

Will pick them up from anywhere, no lectures, no questions asked. Also won't tell their parents if they don't want him to.

Became very distressed the first time one of his nieces was bullied; his siblings had to remind him that he was not allowed to murder a kindergartner.

Unironically refers to them as his siblings' "spawn" and "offspring".

Asks his nieces for help when it comes to using his phone.

Would take his nieces to Starbucks or Dutch Bros (is this too niche to my area?), even if he thinks their coffee tastes like shit, because he likes to see them smile when they drink their overly sugary drinks.

(UMBRELLA) BEN

The absolute best at reading bedtime stories. He'd do goofy voices and end up keeping his nieces awake because they'd be too busy giggling.

Helps them study for tests and exams (they always get the best grades when Uncle Ben helps them).

Is an extremely good listener and gives some of the best advice. He never judges them for their mistakes, but always suggests how they might grow and move forward.

Happy to help his nieces on their curiosity voyages; likes to take them to museums and other places of learning.

VIKTOR

Would attend every musical, dance recital, talent show, and performance his nieces were in. He'd be in the back with big bouquets of roses and whistle and cheer at all the right moments.

Likes to take them to do the ordinary, menial things he wished he could do as a kid, such as going to the zoo or an amusement park.

Loves to talk and FaceTime with his nieces; he never misses a single call.

Is happy to pay for any artistic hobbies his nieces want to pursue, such as music lessons or drama camps.

Have any other headcanons about the Hargreeves as aunt and uncles? Lemme know in the replies or the reblogs!

[october-nightt]

please don't kill me Mr.Ghostface

warnings: cussing, quick smut, blood, usage of the word rape and slut

it was the night of the Halloween party.

You have been looking forward to this night for months now, you weren't a big fan of Halloween it self given the fact that it was pretty hard for you to find a good costume as a black women.

you didn't wanna go as a nurse or something generic like that so you decided to be a "clovers cheerleader" from the movie bring it on.

you had hoped that tonight you could just drink and enjoy the party with your friends.

you had met tara on the first day of college which led to her introducing you to her other friends.

Mindy was your favorite, other than tara of course.

as you walked into the party you were immediately met with chad and Ethan. Ethan was dressed as some cardboard robot or something but you found it cute.

you've always thought Ethan was cute. after all you've always had a thing for men who looked as if they've never felt the touch of a women before.

"hey guys, have you seen tara around?" you asked loudly, hoping they could hear you over the loud music.

"she was at the table with the drinks, she's in a pirate costume" chad responded

"thanks" you smiled at Ethan which he happily returned.

you walked past the both of them and over to the drink table where they last seen tara.

she wasn't there but you were thirsty so you decided to grab a drink.

the bottles were empty.

you sighed and set the empty glass bottle back down in its previous spot.

"hey um, I've got more drinks in my room if you'd like?" a stranger says from behind you.

you turned around and nodded "sure why not"

the guy didn't look so bad and you really wanted a drink so what's the worst that could happen?

you started to follow the stranger up to his room before being stopped by chad.

"hey Y/N why don't you stay here with us, I can get you a drink"

Ethan was behind him, his eyes were filled with anger.

"no its okay chad, but thanks" you smiled at him reassuringly

"I don't think its a good idea to go upstairs with date r*pe Frankie"

what chad said obviously pissed the guy off because he grabbed your arm tightly and started to drag you upstairs.

"hey you're hurting me" you tried to pull away but he still had a harsh grip on your arm.

chad punched Frankie in the face and helped you up but when you looked to see if Ethan was there.

he was gone.

after what happened you just decided to go home.

your roommate wasn't back from her vacation so you were alone.

as you walked in you got a feeling as if something was wrong.

you grabbed your taser and made your way farther into the house. checking every room. they were all empty.

"rule number one of horror movies is to check the closet" a deep, raspy voice speaks.

you screamed and pulled out your taser but he was faster than you and knocked it out of your hand.

once you finally looked at the person you realized they were dressed as Ghostface. the guy tara has told you stories about. he tried to kill her and her sister and her friends.

"w-what do you want from me?" you asked.

hoping you could give him what he needed and he'd leave you alone.

"I want to play a game." the knife visibly in his hand, dripping of what looked like blood.

you were scared. "what game?"

Ethan... Ghostface ran his hand over your exposed thighs your skirt was pretty short and its been driving him crazy all night.

"Simon says" he replied before his hand reached under your skirt and pulled off your panties.

he stuck them in his pocket. (if the costume has one lmao)

you sucked in a breath as the air hit your dripping clit.

Ethan bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood, to stop himself from whining at the sight of you.

"Simon says lay back onto the counter"

you never agreed to play, but you were afraid of what would happen if you refused so you did as you were told.

once you were laid flat Ethan.....Ghostface lifted his mask just above his mouth

"Simon says close your eyes and spread you legs"

once again you obeyed him.

after what felt like 30 seconds you were shocked by Ethan's tonuge running one slow strip up your clit.

"oh fuck" you bit the back of your hand and he continued to devour your pussy

he didn't say a word except for occasionally whispering things like "good girl" or "such a pretty slut for me"

you felt that knot forming in your stomach.

"I'm gonna cum" you breathed out.

but before Ethan could answer you had already released all over his face.

"Simon didn't say you could cum" Ethan drew his knife and made a small cut on your thigh.

you were too busy coming down from your high to even process the pain.

Ethan touched the blood from your thighs before walking out of your apartment in silence.

leaving you there vulnerable and exposed.

after he left, you cleaned yourself up and processed what happened just an hour earlier.

you sat on your couch and turned on the tv to clear your mind, only to be shocked at the words that came out of the news reporters mouth.

"were standing here where a college student by the name of Frankie has been found stabbed to death in his own home. the only thing left at the scene......a mask from the famous stab movies"

[writesick-lover]

Just One Date pt.2

>> part 1!

A/N: Hi guys! You absolutely loved the first part of this and I cannot express how happy that makes me :D I am so thankful for every reblog, like and comment! Here's the awaited part 2, I really hope you'll like it! Should there be a part 3?

Let me know ;D

Warning: !spoilers if you haven't read the first part!, slight hint of drugs and swear words

Special mentions: @merromimo , @justtrying2getby

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Cameras. 

There were cameras everywhere as soon as you stepped out of the train. The citizens of Capitol had grouped around the station as if your arrival was worth looking at, and they certainly hadn't missed the show. Your breath hitched in your throat as soon as you saw the dark voids of lenses taking you in. They recorded your every step, which eventually led to tripping and falling off the last two stairs. They also manage to eternalise the way you landed into a pair of strong arms, the chuckle the person holding you made, and when you looked up, you saw the broad shoulders of Finnick Odair, covering you from the broadcast. 

"Watch your step, honey," he whispered with a sly smirk, making you look up. Anger took over your previous shock. You knew you could easily be the talk of the Capitol. And you couldn't care less about their shenanigans as long as you had the promise of peace. Because you knew they couldn't hurt you any more than they had already done. They couldn't hurt you any more than your own district already did. But you didn't expect it from any of the victors. Not from Finnick Odair. Though the question making you go crazy at that moment was, what did you really expect? 

You didn't expect of Finnick Odair to even glance your way, ever since you saw him in the Capitol after your games. Why he was there, you don't know. He acknowledged you a few times you happened to be at the same party in Capitol. You never expected him to approach you alone. Let alone, ask you on a date. And then bring the whole nation to come and watch your downfall. No, no matter what you had done in the past and how much you had come to despise your life, you would never allow anyone to drag you down like this. You had your pride to keep that for yourself.

And that pride led you to a small dimly lit room, somewhere near the station. Your memories were blurred by the red that kept colouring your sight, your chest rising up and down rapidly, with your loud huffs of air that fell on the face in front of you. He barely breathed as you held a small knife to his throat, his hands up in surrender, but that smile, that smirk on his face, you couldn't wipe it away even with a dagger threatening his thread of life to be cut. He was a victor too, after all, but you refused to step away now. "When you approached me," you started, still panting. "I thought you confused me with someone else. When you asked me out on a date, I thought you had to be totally wasted,"

"But you came-" Finnick hissed, making you push the cold metal against his neck even more, shutting him up. "I came because I never expected you to be so out of your fucking mind!" you retorted, your voice louder. The truth was, you didn't know why you came. You thought he might really have taken an interest in you. Was it that bad? To finally be able to escape your life in your district? No more spitting on you on the streets, no more threats, no more surviving. But as the seconds went by, you were more and more convinced that was the life you deserved. 

Meanwhile, Finnick was panicking inside. This was not how he imagined it to be, your dagger on his throat, the cold metal slowly grazing his dead skin cells before it could dig into his nerves and veins. He was so caught up in himself, so naive, thinking you would just roll with all of this. Now he thought you might stab him. Your guard was up, the smile from before was gone, it was replaced by anger, fury and... fear. You were scared. So was he. He could play on that. 

"I'm not out of my mind, sugar, you don't have to worry about that. And you don't have to worry about them," he nodded towards the locked door. "They won't hurt you anymore," His eyes softened as he spoke. If you could just play this with him, they will hurt neither of you.

Your eyes widened. "I'm not... I'm not worried about them," you relaxed your grip. And you noticed; Finnick did not take advantage of that. Then you let him go completely and he bent down, caressing his sore throat. "You have a nice grip," he nodded. 

But you stayed silent, watching him warily. "I swear, I won't hurt you," he extended his arms to you. You blinked a few times before your muscles relaxed. You haven't heard that sentence in 2 years. How refreshing, to have someone say that. But at what cost. "What do you want then?" you asked, still not letting him close enough. He smiled, gently. "You remember Katniss and Peeta?"

"The new victors?"

"Yes. I know how they survived this. We can do that too," he spoke softly, each word a seed in your heart, setting it ablaze. "How?" you asked too eagerly. "We will become star-crossed lovers ourselves," You gulped.

"Trust me."

He took your hand, opening the door to the outside. There were people on the sunlit streets, your hand in his soon enough catching their attention. You looked around, noticing their curious glances, the lifted eyebrows, faces of amusement. They wanted this.

Finnick spun you to face him, placing his palms firmly against your cheeks. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," you whispered, and with that, he pulled you in. Butterflies exploded in your stomach, his lips tasting sugar and ocean salt at the same time. They created a taste you could never forget. 

And if there was one thing you had to give to Finnick Odair, it was his charm. He did keep his word. He wooed you with just one date.

And that's how you happened to end up here. It took a few weeks, a few meetings, a bunch of interviews and you stood in one of the rooms in one of Capitol's mansions, the party downstairs at its peak. It took you a few kisses too, but you didn't dare to admit that it was your favorite part. 

A subtle knock on your door made you turn around as you tried to finish zipping up your dress. "Come in," you said, immediately smiling when you met Finnick's dark brown eyes. "Ready?" he asked, but you hesitated. "I don't know, I mean, what if they-"

"Hey, no what ifs, it's too late for that anyway," he came closer, placing his hands on your hips. "We'll just grab you a few drinks and you'll see how fast you'll relax," his warm breath tickled your ear as he turned your back to him, finishing your zip. "Finnick!" you hissed back instead of thank you, turning away to hide the redness on your cheeks. "I'm kidding! Just keep close to me and I'm sure you'll have the time of your life,"

"Yeah, can't wait for that," you mumbled as he gasped dramatically, your hand already in his, dragging you out and to the party.

As always, your entrance brought all the attention to you. It was like as soon as you started to appear with Finnick, his beams seemed to shine out of you too. He switched his grasp from your hand to your lower back, guiding you through the crowd, looking forward as if none of them existed. And everything seemed fine, until people actually started approaching you. You were terrified, unable to count how many times Finnick had to nudge you to relax before you could deprive his arm of any blood flow. Soon enough he was handing you a pink drink he fetched from the waiter, making you relax with every sip.

"Sleepless pills," one of the colorful guests smiled at you. 

"Huh?" you managed to say back. 

"It's a new pill from Capitol! Why sleep when you can eat this and stay up all night? Without feeling tired?" the woman squealed together with the man next to her. You looked up at Finnick to exchange shocked glances before you excused yourself, your head spinning, Finnick following you right after. "This is sick," you stated, leaning against one of the tables for support. 

"I'm trying to catch at least a few hours of sleep every night and they are creating pills to avoid it?" you couldn't believe the words you had just heard.

"Don't mind them, Y/n, you know they will never know what it is like," Finnick caressed your back gently, but his words and alcohol only made you angrier. 

"I think I need a minute," you breathed heavily, looking away from Finnick and down to the floor. "Should I get you water or something?" you heard him say, his words coming in muffled. You dragged yourself to the wall near you, sliding down your back and onto the floor. 

"I will get you-" you couldn't hear the rest, looking up and watching as Finnick's black suit disappeared in the crowd of walking rainbows. Then everything went dark.

When Finnick came back with water, you weren't there. In fact, you completely disappeared out of the hall. He looked around in panic, your name slipping down his tongue. He was ready to shout it at the crowd, maybe they noticed something while sipping the purple liquid...

Your drink was pink.

Finnick's face turned pale with realisation. And then he was shoving his way through the guests and out of the hall. 

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⤞ My masterlist ⤝

[ghossttoast]

Are we connected?

Chapter two: Lesbians and Horrors beyond our comprehension

A/N: like all of chapter two gets skipped here because i couldnt figure out how to change it enough that it would be interesting to write but we're offically away from canon so i can do whatever i want!!! (which should hopefully mean longer chapters :^)

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It was dark, really dark, like going into a cave and turning off all the lights, pitch black. Kris wasn't sure where exactly they were, or if they really were anywhere at all.

“Where…” A voice spoke out, “Where am I? Hello…? Anyone…? Is… is anybody out there…?” It sounded vaguely familiar, but not enough so that Kris could put a name to it, “Someone!? Anyone!? Can anyone hear me!?” It was scratchy, the voice strained as it yelled like it hadn't spoken in a long time, “… It's dark. It's so dark here. Someone, anyone, if you can hear me…” it trailed off sounding defeated, “Say something… please…”

“Kris, did you eat all of the pie!?” a much more familiar voice cut through, causing Kris to groan as they slowly opened their eyes, “It is your knife in the empty tin is it not!? Oh Kris… am I going to have to lock the oven again?” She laughed, “Well hurry out of bed, it is time for school” She informed them, a laugh remaining in her voice as she spoke.

Kris slowly pulled themself out of bed shortly after their mother left, yawning as they begrudgingly tried to fight any remaining sleepiness.

“Up and at em Mx Dreemurr, it is time to rise and grind!” A, annoying in their opinion, cut through, “Woo-hoo it's time for… education n stuff, yeah!” it finished as Kris felt their limbs move on their own, just as they had been doing since yesterday.

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Noelle hummed Christmas carols as she brushed her hair, smiling at herself in the mirror once she finished. She checked herself over, ensuring nothing was out of place with her outfit, before turning back to her desk and staring at the lunchbox sitting there.

The lunchbox she made for Susie.

Noelle felt her face heat up as she actually thought about it.

What was she doing?

Is this crazy?

Gosh, Susie is probably gonna make fun of her, and laugh… with those big teeth of hers as she pushes her over and…

What was she thinking about again?

Right, lunchbox! It’ll probably be fine, Kris said she liked chalk, and when have they ever lied to her?

Okay, when have they ever lied to her and not came clean relatively shortly after? If she doesn't actually eat chalk, then Noelle can play it off like she wanted to help out after the two of them came back empty-handed yesterday. Noelle isn't to worried, Susie’s never messed with her before (for some reason) plus Kris was with her all day yesterday, and they came back fine, if a bit more talkative than usual.

Actually, that was really weird. Kris went out of their way to visit Noelle’s dad at the hospital, apparently without their mom telling them to, and then start chatting up a storm with her outside of her house. Even before that, they’d wandered around class talking to literally everyone, including their teacher, normally they would go straight to their desk and pass out for half the class (how they were passing was honestly a total mystery). Maybe something happened? As much as it sucks to admit it, Noelle doubts they were anywhere near close enough anymore for Kris to update her if there had been something.

Well, that just makes Noelle more sure! Kris and Susie were paired together, so she could ask the two of them to join her and Berdly for a group study session. It’s not like either of them could fault her for wanting to expand her educational horizons, she can rekindle her friendship with Kris and work on starting a relationship with Susie. Maybe they’ve just changed a bit, grown up and matured. Gosh, Noelle honestly hopes that they haven't changed too much.

With her mind made up, Noelle shoved the chalk filled lunch box in her bag before she had time to get scared and back out before dashing out the door and heading towards school.

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Today was… okay. Kris got to see Noelle again, that was nice. Kris got to spend more time with Susie, that was fun. Kris saw Ralsei again, that was all right. Kris had hung out with Berdly for a bit, that was entertaining. Kris cut a puppet’s strings, and it was unable to stand without the support, that was uncomfortable. Kris had wandered around town, talking to everyone they could, just as they had yesterday, that was irritating.

“Okay so” The Player started, speaking directly to them rather than the general commentary it seemed to enjoy, “I need you to do me a super totally huge favor that if things go how I need them to well benefit both of us” It explained, its voice getting higher and faster as it spoke.

What would it want them to do that it can't just make them do?

“…You think you could uh not make a dark fountain in your living room, pretty please?” It finished

Oh, right, it knows how today goes.

“Look, I don't know how to explain this, but I kinda need to break the timeline a bit and this is the nicest way I can do it- I mean, you even hearing me means something is definitely weird like I really have no idea how this is even- point is dark fountain getting is how the ch… day is supposed to end and uh,” It paused for a moment “I just would really like to avoid the direct consequences of that,” It explained, really unconvincingly, if it was going to keep stuff from them, it should have the decency not be so obvious about it.

They’re still going to make the fountain, they have no reason to help this thing.

That resulted in what sounded like an annoyed sigh from the soul. “Kris, I’m finding a way to mess stuff up enough that I can keep playing, you not making the fountain is easy and simple, and no one gets hurt, I’m being moral here!” It shouted, making Kris glad they were the only one that could actually hear the thing (it had tested extensively). It cleared its throat (did it have one?) And hovered above ‘yes’ in the option box that had appeared, “This is the best option for both of us and I will go back and do the other way if you screw this up for me.” it warned with a strained calm in its tone before selecting yes.

Kris sighed to themself as they ran the tap and washed their hands, there was an underlying threat and this wasn't the hill to die on. It had been good with sparing so far, but there was always the option for it to cause harm, and they didn't want to risk it.

“Yay! Pleasure doing business with you” Kris wished they could shatter their soul without literally killing themself, “You should sit down, Toriel and Susie hanging out is both cute and potentially important later I don't wanna mess stuff up too much” it’s tone was back to the uncomfortably cheerful one it typically held and Kris wasn't sure if this was any better.

Kris listened to Susie and their mother joke around in the kitchen, they were glad that the two were getting along. Once it sounded like the two of them were done, Kris wandered back out to meet them, their mom invited Susie to stay, to which she agreed, the two messing around for a bit before eventually passing out on their couch. Well Susie passed out, Kris had been taking a bit longer, mostly because a certain someone wouldn't shut up.

“Agh, this is so hype, actually. I’m excited. Are you excited? Probably not but you should be” It rambled “Oh shoot uh” it cut itself off “What are you doing…?” it muttered under its breath, about what Kris has no clue, they hadn't noticed any changes which did make them uncomfortable to think something they couldn't see was going wrong “Wait, no, son of a-”

And then it was gone

[sukunas-angel]

Ghostface!Gojo Satoru x Reader

2.5k words

One-Shot.

Summary:

There’s a killer on the loose. Most people would be scared, paranoid. But not you.

Why, you ask?

Because you’re batshit fucking crazy.

Or

What happens when reader is mentally insane and Ghostface’s next victim?

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

The town was alight with fear and anticipation. The masked killer was still at large, having claimed another victim last night. They’d dubbed him “Ghostface.” But the man behind the mask still remained a mystery. Police could only offer minimal details at this stage: 1. Victims always received an anonymous phone call before they were targeted, and 2. They always suffered a gruesome and painful death by a knife.

You sighed in boredom as you watched the sun slowly begin its descent in the sky. Ever since the murders had started, the town had a strict curfew. Seeing as you lived alone, thanks to your deadbeat mom, evenings were extra boring these days.

Your sulking is interrupted by the phone ringing in the kitchen. You raise your eyebrow, confused as to who could possibly be calling you. You were a chronic loner, and you sure as hell could bet your life on the fact it wasn’t your mother checking in on you.

You sigh before you slowly walk to the phone, uncaring if you miss the call or not. There’s a strange silence in the receiver when you answer, and a flare of annoyance fills you.

“Hello?” You demand, gritting your teeth. You didn’t like having your time wasted like this. Not that you had better things to do, but still.

There’s a pause before a strange voice replies.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice is deep and distorted, whoever it is, is using a voice changer.

You roll your eyes, assuming it’s a stupid prank. “The classics, I suppose.” You say disinterestedly.

“Wow, good answer. I like a girl with taste. Have any favourites?” The voice sounds pleased, which makes you raise an eyebrow. You pace around your room, boredom still deep in your gut. You sigh.

“I don’t know. Most slashers I suppose.” You provide, voice dripping with boredom.

The voice chuckles. “Am I boring you?”

You roll your eyes, sighing. “Yes.” You deadpan. Your eyes narrow. “Who is this anyway?”

The voice chuckles. “Who do you think it is?”

You feign a gasp. “Oh my gosh! Are you the famous killer I’ve been hearing about?”

The person on the phone laughs sinisterly, seemingly amused by your feigned surprise. Their voice drips with mockery.

“And what if I am?”

“Then I say come and get me.” You reply simply, your voice deadpan.

The killer on the phone chuckles again, his amusement growing. Your audacity seems to have piqued his interest.

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Brave words for someone who doesn't know what they're dealing with." His voice oozes with a condescending nonchalance.

“Brave words from someone who hides behind a mask” you snark nastily.

There’s a pause on the phone for a moment, his voice hinting at annoyance.

"Oh, you're quite the comedian, aren't you? Thinking you're so witty, hiding behind the phone, safe from harm." His voice turns menacing.

"But let me tell you something, sweetheart. I don't need a mask to instill fear. It's just part of the game. And I'm a damn good player."

You roll your eyes. “Yeah? Well I’m a good player too. Maybe you just haven’t been playing against people on your level.” You say disinterestedly, looking at your nails.

The killer on the phone lets out a low, sinister chuckle. Your confident demeanor seems to be riling him up, which makes you smirk.

"Oh, aren't you special? Thinking you're some sort of expert, huh? Well, let me tell you something. You haven't seen anything yet. I've dealt with plenty of people who thought they were tough, and they all ended up in the same place."

“An expert?” You question, a condescending smile on your face.

“Well let’s see,” you pause as you pretend to think.

“For starters…” you say, standing up. You walk over to your window and look outside.

“I’d assume you’re lurking somewhere in the bushes outside my house.” You offer a wave in the direction of the densely bushed area. “Very cliché, Ghostie.”you tease.

“And then you’ll find a way to break in, and I’ll just be so unsuspecting!” You fake swoon.

“And then you’ll make yourself known, and I’ll scream!” You giggle at yourself a bit.

“And then you’ll chase me, and I’m sure I’ll fall like the weak prey I am. And I’ll cry ‘please mr ghostface, d-d-don’t kill me!’” You mock.

“Is that how the game goes?” You finish, a dark smirk playing on your lips.

There’s a long pause then, and you can tell you’ve really pissed him off. There’s a laugh, but it’s void of any humour.

“You think you’ve got me all figured out don’t you, sweetheart?” The voice chuckles.

“Sure, I like playing by the rules.” His voice drops. “But only because it’s so much fun breaking them.”

You gasp, a genuine look of glee on your face. “Am I special then? You’ll break the rules for little old me?” You tease.

There’s a breathy chuckle on the other end. You can tell you’ve got him riled up.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re not like the others, that’s for sure.” His voice darkens. “Yes, for you, I’ll make an exception.” You raise your eyebrow.

“Well,” you start before your voice drops slightly, dripping with seduction. “Don’t keep me waiting, Mr Ghostface.”

You can tell you’ve caught him by surprise as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“My, my, impatient, are we?” His voice deepens. “I won’t keep you waiting long.”

You bite your lip in excitement before he speaks again. “But I’ll need one thing from you first, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head as you consider it. “And what might that be?”

The killer on the phone lets out a devilish chuckle, his words dripping with dark intent.

"I want you to leave your front door unlocked for me. I don't like wasting time, and I want to get straight to the fun." His words make your heart race in excitement.

“Hmm.” You hum, pretending to think. “Maybe.”

“But you’ll have to do something for me in return.” You decide.

“Oh, really?” He responds, and you smirk when you hear the curiosity in his voice.

“And what would you like in exchange, little mouse?”

You laugh, it’s sultry and breathy. Your cheeks are flushed in excitement.

“Don’t hold back.”

There’s a noise on the other end of the phone, something akin to a growl.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

You hang up the phone as a wild smile splits your lips. You practically skip to your front door before opening it slightly. You turn, making your way into the kitchen, intent on making dinner.

You’re concentrating deeply on cutting vegetables when a floorboard creaks somewhere in the hall between the front door and kitchen. You roll your eyes as you huff a breath of disappointment.

“Fucking amateur.” You sigh, flipping the knife in your hands before launching it into the dark hallway. You smirk at the sound of movement that follows. You grab another knife from the block, flipping it in your hands as you look out into the dark hallway.

You see his silhouette, just metres away, with your knife embedded in the wall just centimetres from him.

“I missed.” You pout.

You’re in a standoff with the killer now. He doesn’t move, and neither do you. You watch him, waiting for him to do something. You frown at the disappointment that bites at your gut.

You launch the knife at him, sighing dejectedly as he narrowly dodges it, before you grab another.

“Crazy bitch.” The gruff voice mutters and you smirk.

“And you’re a fucking disappointment.” You say snidely, and you watch as he storms toward you angrily. A smile plays on your lips before you grab a bag of flour and launch it at him.

You giggle as he growls in frustration, temporarily blinded in his mask, before slipping off upstairs. You’re rather slow about it, despite the fact you know he’ll be after you any moment. You ponder your hiding places, the knife still gripped in your hand.

You choose a small cupboard, easily stepping in before closing it behind you. You hear him trudging up the stairs.

“Come out, naughty little mouse.” He calls, as you smirk. You hear him check every room of your house, looking under furniture. You hear him growing more frustrated, slamming doors and throwing things. He storms past your hiding place again, oblivious, and you roll your eyes before slipping out quietly.

He’s stalking down the hall, his back to you still. You pause, sizing him up while his back is turned. He’s tall, much taller than you. You wonder who’s behind the mask.

You shrug, not too bothered, before creeping up behind him. You press the knife to his back, tutting.

“My, my, did I outwit you? Was the challenge too difficult?” You tease, pressing the knife harder. “I’m disappointed, Ghostie.” You sigh, and you really, genuinely are.

You hear him curse, chuckling darkly.

“Naughty little mouse. Though, I suppose you’re more of a kitten. You’ve got claws” he chuckles in amusement. “You’re a sly one, I’ll give you that. I underestimated you.”

You sigh, tapping your foot in annoyance. “And clearly, I overestimated you.”

It’s that comment that really riles him up, though, because he whirls around suddenly, grabbing your wrist in a death grip before pinning you to a wall. His other hand holds a knife to your throat.

He tuts at you. “Not so cocky now, are you, sweetheart.” He sneers, his voice a low rumble. “Looks like the tables have turned.”

You smile, eyes alight with excitement. You press your throat into the knife slightly, relishing the sting. You chuckle.

“Oh! Is this where I beg you not to kill me?” You tease with a coy smile. He chuckles darkly, pressing the knife harder into your throat.

“I don’t know, are you going to beg for me, pretty girl?” He taunts.

You smirk, watching him through half-lidded eyes. “I don’t know, Ghostie. Is that what gets you off?” You ask slyly. “Or do you prefer girls that fight back?”

You watch with excited eyes as he leans in closer, his mask mere inches from your face.

“That depends, sweetheart. Which do you think is more interesting? The scared little girl who begs for mercy? Or the feisty kitten who puts up a fight?” He purrs, his voice low and dangerous.

You pause as you consider his question.

“Hmm.” You hum. “Neither.”

“Oh?” The curiosity is evident in his voice. You smirk.

“What do you prefer then, sweetheart?” He presses.

“This.” You say, before using your free hand to lift his mask, exposing soft full lips. You don’t waste a second before pressing your lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate, releasing your wrist to grab your jaw in a bruising grip, deepening the kiss. You let him take control with a smirk, desire like wildfire in your veins.

He pulls back, and the only sound that fills the room is both your laboured breathing. You see his lips quirk into a smirk.

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you, sweetheart?” He practically purrs. You bite your lip, your core alight with desire.

“Maybe,” you murmur before pressing your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there. You hear him moan before he grabs your waist, his grip firm and possessive.

You don’t waste a second, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he groans, pressing you into the wall, one of his hands gripping your thigh to hold you.

You pull back, relishing in the sound of his ragged breathing.

“You little minx,” he purrs before tracing the knife along your neck. “You think you’re in control here, don’t you?”

“Am I not?” You taunt, giving him a coy smile. He doesn’t reply, instead kissing your lips harshly, so hard you’re sure they’ll bruise.

You gasp as he bites your lip, hard. You taste iron as it leaks blood. The pain stings but goes straight to your core. He pulls back, grinning, his lips stained red with blood.

“You taste fucking amazing, you know that?” He moans. You watch him with half lidded eyes, grinding your hips onto his hardness. He gasps and you smirk.

“You’re twisted, aren’t you, doll? Just like me.” He purrs. You offer a smile that’s all teeth.

“Maybe.”

He groans, grinding himself into you.

You take his moment of distraction to take the knife from your neck. It’s too easy, his grip lax from distraction. He stills as you point the knife at his chest. You see his heavy breathing beneath his costume. You can practically taste his excitement.

“Take the mask off.” You demand. He chuckles, but doesn’t move. You press the knife harder into him, not quite breaking skin but enough to sting. You hear him hiss before chuckling.

He uses his free hand to pull the mask the rest of the way off and your eyes widen as you see the person behind it.

“Satoru Gojo?” You say incredulously. “I have to say, I’m surprised. I didn’t know a rich kid like you had it in him.” You muse. You take in his face, pleased with his attractive appearance.

His light blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at you. He bites his lip, groaning as he grinds into you.

“Don’t let the rich kid facade fool you, sweetheart.” He breaths against your lips.

“There’s more to me that meets the eye.” He purrs before kissing you again.

“You disappointed with my identity doll?” He asks, breaking the kiss. You smirk, shaking your head.

“I know exactly who you are.” He whispers darkly. Your eyes alight with excitement.

“Did you stalk me Sa-To-Ru?” You ask, drawling his name playfully. He groans grinding into you at the sound.

“Yes.” He admits. You moan at the admission, tugging his white hair in your hands. You yank his hair, and he hisses as you force his head back slightly. He watches you with half lidded eyes.

“Did you like what you saw?” Your eyes are wild, he moans at the sight.

“Fuck yes.” He purrs.

Your crazed smile widens. “What did you see?”

“That you, sweetheart, might just be the one woman to match me in every way.” He purrs as you shiver.

You grin a wide smile, letting go of your grip on his hair to hold his face between your hands. “Do you think fate brought us together?”

Satoru's breath hitches momentarily when you grab his face, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering in his eyes. He looks at you intently, his own expression a match for your wildness.

"Fate, destiny, call it whatever you want," he murmurs, drawing closer to you, his voice dripping with a dangerous allure. "But I know one thing for certain, doll."

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, tantalizing growl.

"We were made for each other.”

[puckingeccedentesiast]

Oh your so kind!!! Love to hear all about the new AU?!?!?!

So here it goes, my random thoughts for this wet friday night;

I love seeing these clips of Sid interacting with the kids in his hockey school etc. Especially when the children seem to always call him 'Sidney Crosby' using his full name. 🫠 I might have watched one clip a few too many times

I'm loving the looks EK gives his Captain. The man loves him.

Ben Hunt always plays good for QLD but yet sucks hard when he plays for my club team the Dragons. Who I am scared may be battling the tigers for the spoon

Why doesn't McDonalds mcflurry the ice cream anymore? This M&M mcflurry is disappointing and shoulda gotten a sundae.

I want to believe Nova has some habits that drive Sid absolutely crazy. Makeup scattered over the bathroom counter, shoes never in their place in her room or near the door. They are always left until the dinner table. If she borrows his car she doesn't turn down the music when she gets out so when he goes to turn on the engine he's blasted with some loud tune.

Last Nova thought I had from earlier in the week, Sid spying a nice little mark on her neck/collarbone area left by her pretty boy friend Luke 👀

Okay that might be it. Probs not because I'm a chatterbox. Sorry its alot just blurting all that out. Don't have to reply to this word vomit.

Please share your random thoughts 💛

ps. You survived the week of exams etc. That's a huge achievement. You should be so proud. Now hopefully you can relax and have a stress free night hopefully

-🐨

EK wants some of that. Bet he wants to squish Sid’s little giggling face. 🫣

Would it be wrong of me to say he ha a purpose to play for in QLD 😂. Also, Billy Slater as a coach is pretty great, I was listening to a podcast on him and it’s so interesting!

They are flat chat getting the fucking machine working as is! Anything with casein in it makes me so sick so I stay away from all that dairy stuff! KFC and Red Rooster are better.

I bet you she does. When she crochets, random bits of wool left lying around. Shoes next to the shoe rack instead of on it. When she unloads the dishwasher putting the forks in the knife section of the drawer. He 100% got in the car one day and the chorus of beautiful things was playing and his ears died.

She is wearing Luke’s shirt too, and it’s to large in the neck and all he sees is this purple mark and he basically tackles her to get a closer look and gives her the most ‘you let him do this, I’m going to kill him’ look.

Please, talk all you want I love it! Honestly my thoughts, I have a few.

Scottlin plays the electric guitar which annoys the crap out of most but Luke loves it and so does Connor. Connor makes sure to go to all her bands gigs!

Nova is big into pranks, because of Flower. So when she gets a text from him saying ‘$400 if you take the wheels of your dads car’ she just obviously says yes!

what else you got for me tonight! 🖤💛

[hamausagi]

omfggg jake your critique on the omori manga was SO GOOD i agree with everything. i read it on twt bc the platform it was officially released on isn't available in my country and i was like 😦❓️warning long ass yap ahead, you don't have to reply to this AKDKSKD i just wanted to say ur post hit all the points i was thinking of as well

i was sososo excited for the manga when it was announced, and now that i read it im kinda like. Hm. the art style is gorgeous, but 100% agreed on the way they depicted the characters in the real world because they look so young 😭 like wtf aubrey is supposed to look intimidating when the player first meets her [as a stark contrast to her headspace personality] but then she lirerally looks 12 (like you said) 💀 also this might just be a me thing but i always imagined that sunny would be very expressionless in the real world until the end of the game, like how he has the neutral sprite the entire time until he finally looks scared in the basil fight & cries in the hidden ending cutscene. but the sunny in the manga feels so grounded and human (which might sound like an insane thing to say but hear me out), which i feel kinda undermines the fact that he's disassociating like 99% of the time and also has not been outside + talked to ppl in literal years. it deadass looks like him and kel going out is a regular occurrence for him 🕴

AND THE PACING AUGHHSKWKKDA IT MAKES ME SO MAD 😭😭😭 the entire first chapter is so disorganised and clunky it makes zero sense unless you have alrdy played the entire game. i kept rereading bc it felt like everything was happening so fast and i was wondering if i missed panels 💀 it felt like they couldn't decide what approach the manga should take, like whether it should be a horror story or one abt friendship when the beauty of omori is that it blends both of those (in extremely nuanced ways) so seamlessly. there's like random ass jumpscare panels that don't even make sense and why the fuck is the headspace sequence at the end 😭😭😭???!(£&+(£&@(*£ that's supposed to be the prologue!!!!!!! before we meet everyone irl!!!

as for characterisation i genuinely dk wtf was going on 😭 aubrey whacking basil with the bat was so crazy i was like HUH??? and then sunny just fucking slashed her 😭⁉️ it makes them seem absolutely deranged bc there's zero context, and the whole point of sunny attacking aubrey is to show the player that it still hasn't clicked for him that he's in the real world now and he can't just use a fucking knife on people 💀 also the fact that in game it's depicted as a battle cutscene, once again showing how detached he is from reality. connecting back to my earlier point abt how he seems so grounded here, in the manga it looks like he just purposefully decided to stab aubrey when that isn't something he'd do at all?!?!?!

but okay ill shut up here, omfg im so sorry i yapped so much 💀 a Lot of thoughts abt this manga fr,,, honestly disappointed and definitely would not recommend it to fans or non-fans 😭

YES. OMG. QUILL YOU GET IT !!!!! IM SO SO GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND I 10000% AGREE WITH EVERYTHING YOU SAID

AND DONT APOLOGIZE FOR YAPPING I MISS YAPPING ABT OMORI WITH YOU SO BADDDDDD 😭😭😭

i also really like the artstyle, i think its very well drawn ESPECIALLY the horror elements but yeah, the style just doesn't super scream OMORI to me..... if yk what i mean 😭 AND I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOURE SAYING ABT SUNNY'S EXPRESSION. he has WAY too much emotion and i wish i thought to touch on that in my essay (lol) but seriously yeah. i'm SO glad they left him as a silent protag, but my god. to me in the game he's always been really emotionless since we literally NEVER see anything besides his sprite (unless in battle, but im not counting that rn bc its a lot different than the dialogue facecards we get for other characters) but that super duper bothered me as well IT REALLY DOES FEEL LIKE HE JUST GOES OUT WITH KEL ALL THE TIME LIKE DAWG THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THE SUN HAS TOUCHED U IN 4 YEARS. BSFR

the pacing is RIDICULOUSLY clunky and weird AND YEAH ME TOO I ALSO KEPT TRYING TO GO BACK AND SEE IF I MISSED STUFF ??? like there was just so much happening on each page and it was so goddamn fast that i was literally like "whoa" YKWIM ?? like specifically that one panel i put in my post where he randomly went up to the bathroom just to open the door, see Something, and then suddenly leave but also there is barely ANY context as to why he's suddenly up at the bathroom ?? like obvi WE know bc we played that but in game the screen got all wobbly when we needed to throw up the steak but in the manga its like wtf is going on ???

ANF UAGGHGGHSB I COULD GO ON AND ON AND ON ABT THE CHARACTERIZATION BRO. the whole last few pages were absolute DOGWATER bc it literally makes them look just weirdly violent with NO context bc its exactly like you said, SUNNY DOESNT KNOW. the whole point of that first battle was to show how detached sunny is from real life. he doesn't realize that slashing her with a knife is going to have real consequences. AND THE BEST PART ABT THE GAME IS THAT NEITHER DOES THE PLAYER !!!! we forget after hours and hours of headspace (AND using sunny's knife attack as a primary damage dealer, MIGHT I ADD) HAS REAL DANGERS AND CONSEQUENCES. like theres SOOO much cool storytelling there and it's all lost on the manga bc theres just no baseline for the reader to be like whoaaaa thats WEIRD. bc my first impression upon seeing aubrey, as was most likely yours and all the other players, was WHAT THE HELL. but the ruined her in the manga. i can literally go on and on about this forever and ever

[here-have-some-stories]

Silent Laughter Chapter 6

I must not have been alert enough. I jolted a bit, and realised I had fallen asleep. The knife I had been holding was lying on the bed, next to my hand that was limp next to it. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around my room, making sure everything was still the same. Naturally of course the first area of the room my eyes went to was the mattress against the window. Needless to say, I didn’t have to look for very long to tell that everything was very much not the same.

There was a hole ripped right through the mattress, which had also come through the window. It looked about the exact size for a head to be able to fit through it. I feared the worst. That creature had been back while I was asleep. I picked the knife back up again, gripping it tight in my hand. Holding it in a position where I could easily strike out at anything, I did a quick sweep of my room, searching for anything that was different. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so maybe it had only been spying on me while I slept. For some reason that idea scared me more than if it had actually done something. I told myself that I actually had no proof that the thing had come back, but there wasn’t anyone else around that could have cut a hole like that into the mattress. They were all gone. All gone, most likely because of that thing. 

I started to feel a sense of anger building up in me. Anger mixed with fear. This thing seemed to be playing games with me. I was no survivor, so how was it I had lasted this long? The only conclusion I could come up with was that that thing was savouring my continuous moments of terror. Or it was just pure luck, although it would have to be a hell of a lot of luck. Of course another possible explanation was that I was just crazy, that all of this was in my head. Honestly, I didn’t know which answer was more frightening.

A sudden crash and the sound of smashing glass snapped me out of my thinking, and I whipped my head towards the kitchen. Every ounce of logic I had told me not to go towards the sound, to stay safe in my room. But I noticed recently logic was not winning me over. I had opened the door for the knocking, even if it was a dream,  gone on a walk outside, and now I was considering investigating the noise. I seemed to be drawn to these things happening. I had always been a bit of a coward, so why was I so interested when it really seemed like life or death?

I didn’t really realise until I was halfway down the hallway that I realised what I was doing. I was too busy thinking again that I hadn’t even realised what I was doing. That seemed to be happening a lot recently. Might just be better to stop thinking overall. 

I rounded the corner that led into the kitchen, stepping into it very cautiously. I did a similar sweep of the room like I did with my room. I inspected all the glass things, the windows, the glasses, some plates. I briefly thought maybe the noise had actually come from another room, but for some reason I convinced myself it was this room. 

But just to be sure, I did a safety check of all the other rooms in the house, doing a similar inspection like I had done in the kitchen. After an hour of checking everything, I found nothing, and decided to retreat back to my room. I glanced at the hole cut into the mattress, and saw that it was still the same, then did another safety check throughout the room to make sure nothing had snuck in while I had been absent. 

I sat back down on my bed, back against the wall and my knees drawn up. Honestly, I didn’t know if finding something would have been worse than not finding anything. On the one hand, stumbling across that creature, or another body of someone that had been cruelly murdered, was a terrifying thought. But on the other hand, the thought of that thing actually being in the house somewhere, was even worse. Panic rose up in me, and despite common sense telling me I probably wouldn’t find anything new, I got up off my bed, and did another quick safety inspection of the house.

Every room in the house was the exact same, as expected. But the fact that it was the same, made my parents room the hardest to look at. The part of the noose that was left was still hanging from the roof, seeming like a horrible reminder of what had happened to my mother, and everyone else. I suddenly became aware of a smell in the room, and looked down to see that my vomit from before hadn't been cleaned up, and was beginning to soak into the floor, filling the room with that gross smell. 

I had nothing to do, so I figured it might be best to keep myself busy, starting by cleaning up the mess on the floor. I exited my parents old room heading towards where we keep our cleaning supplies. As I passed my room, a brief glance showed me that the hole in the mattress was still the same. When I walked past it again, cleaning supplies in hand heading back to my parents room, I did another check. Still nothing had changed. I decided to check the mattress everytime I walked past the room. I didn’t trust. I had a feeling, one of the checks would show me something in it, maybe the creature's head shoved through the hole, watching me without its eyes.

I spent about fifteen minutes trying to scrub my vomit out of the floor, but it must have been there too long and stained. I gave up on even trying. Like I was eventually going to do a lot of things I thought. 

I wanted food. It seemed strange that I felt hungry when I was cleaning up the thing that most people would lose their appetite from, but everything was strange right now. I mean, if you thought about it, everything had always been a bit strange, even before all these creepy things started happening. The world is truly a strange world. 

Glancing at the mattress as I walk past, I see nothing, and continue down on my way to the kitchen. I make myself a sandwich and sit at the kitchen bench. As I chew on the half stale bread, I figure I should probably move away from the house, go somewhere else to try and hide from the thing. I should go somewhere more secluded, an area that would be hard to get to. I could grab a bunch of supplies I had already had access to in the house. Food, some kitchen knives and anything else I could use to defend myself with. And maybe, if I moved location, the creature wouldn’t be able to find me. I might be able to escape. Maybe I could find a place where people were alive and get help from them. Then maybe, everything could turn out alright in the future.

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This wonderful chapter made my day after lots of stress and tedious paperwork 😝👩🏻‍💻📑

Loki's dream... I can't stop thinking about it. And in combination with the songs on the car radio... 🤔. I'm sure Loki had a woman ( his 'princess '... then and... now?!) by his side and they were utterly in love with each other but he had to do something to not lose her... and his princess was scared, that's understandable. I'm curious, very curious and I'm wondering what the reason might have been.

"...but I have to do this, I can not lose you, I can't take such a risk"...

"What if something happens and we aren't at the right place at the right time? What would happen to us then?"...

"...eventually we will cross each other's path in one way or another...a moment so absolute where we would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with each other...I'll find you anywhere, anytime...I promise "

I'm sure this has already happened. They are desperate for each other (not only in a sexual way), but it happened on purpose that he landed in y/n's apartment and she? To be honest, I wouldn't have just thrown a knife at him (he made a gift out of it with an engraving, something she might need to cut 'something'🤔) if I would've found a war criminal in my rooms. I would've run away... sexy guy or not 😬! I would've called the police, FBI, CIA, SCOTLAND YARD, POLIZEI, the Avengers... whatever 😅😂. Of course, she was afraid, but she trusted him somehow and let him stay and hid him. Loki tries to see her as often as he can, secretly and supported by Thor, and it's a risk for both of them to do so. And they can't be without each other anymore... the way their hearts and bodies respond to each other...there's something special between them right from the beginning, not like soul mates, but they fit together like puzzle pieces 🧩 ❤️‍🩹🧩

The doppelganger again... is there a doppelganger or can Loki just not remember what happened before he fled with the tesseract... I'm excited to see where this goes.

The way you wrote Stephen Strange is brilliant and his arrogance dripped literally out of my phone 😅🤣... and I don't like him 😜

Loki's and y/n's phone call was so 🥰🥵🫠 and not only hot and sexy, it was also serious and comforting (always these shitty ex-boyfriends 🤐🙄😮‍💨) but...hot and sexy🤣😏... I wouldn't have gone to that enforced meeting 😉.

Loki is so sweet and cute and tender, I want to kiss and hug and cuddle him 💕

The sprained ankle ... I don't understand why she was so careless. Why? Did she do it subconsciously but intentionally? Because subconsciously, she knew Loki would never leave her alone in such a state so they could stay together? What about the man on the motorbike who came out of nowhere? And the songs on the car radio... two different channels and on both playing songs which fit perfectly with Loki's dream...🤔

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number so call me maybe (they had already some phone calls 🤔😉)

My universe will never be the same, I'm glad you came,... 👀👀👀

Loki was so afraid and scared when he couldn't call her because her phone had died. He was so terrified that he got to her apartment and waited there for her... and again, he's soooo cuteeee there 🥰😍🥰😍

So he wants to take her with him? I absolutely understand that he doesn't want to leave her alone in that state of hers. Will this work? Will she go with him? Would she hide herself the whole time in Loki's room? What about the others living there, especially Melissa? I'm so excited to read more, my Queen 👑. Fantastic chapter as always, dear😘

ILYSM ❤️

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 12 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Summary : An indecent phone conversation with Loki makes you late for your meeting with Strange.

Warning: 18+, slight dirty talk, mention of sex, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour,

"God I'd never get enough of you" she whispered as her lips lingered over his mouth for a moment before she kissed him passionately.

"I'd never want that either sweetheart " he looked down at her, he can try all the positions in the world with her but this right here was his favorite of all, her body underneath him and her eyes staring back at him with such love and adoration.

"Loo" she mumbled softly so he snapped out of his thoughts and leaned down to kiss her before he hummed "I'm scared"

"I know princess, so am I, but I have to do this, I can not lose you, I can't take such a risk" she nodded but he could still see the saddened look on her face.

"What if something happens and we aren't at the right place at the right time? What would happen to us then?" Her eyes welled up so he cupped her cheeks and kissed her before he smiled.

"My love, no matter where in the world we are, eventually we will cross each other's path in one way or another and we will do so when our timing is aligned perfectly, a moment so absolute where we would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with each other..just like this, you were made for me darling and I'll find you anywhere, anytime..i promise "

He woke up with head pounding and heart beating so fast, after the training session with the Captain he had fallen asleep, more than the training itself it was the conversation they both had that had tired him out. He couldn't stop asking him about some man named Bucky and how he knew that this Bucky was alive because apparently that's what his doppleganger has said to him to distract him in the fight after the battle of New York.

He was still under the false assumption that Loki was the one to morph into him even though he had clarified it a million times, he probably shouldn't have done the same to make fun of him when he was handcuffed after they had defeated him, that's probably why Rogers was adamant on this theory.

And Now this strange dream he just had was worrying him. He have had plenty of dreams about you in the past but this one felt different, he knew he saw you but you seemed a little different, just a bit aged than you do now, not much though. It didn't even feel like he was in this dream, he felt as if he was watching two people he didn't even know. However he did recognise the shared love between them, their emotions mirrored how you two felt about each other.

Perhaps he was overthinking, he knew Thanos was looking to assemble all the infinity stones and since the day when he had escaped with the tesseract things have been different. He wondered what would have happened if Stark hadn't dropped the briefcase holding the tesseract that fine day, Thor was taking him back to Asgard, the course of his life would have been entirely different if it wasn't for him picking up the cube. He felt overwhelmed and only one person could have made him feel better so he sat up and picked up the telephone to ring you.

He dialed your number and it didn't even ring twice before you picked it up

"Hey handsome" you giggled and the sound of your voice made him smile,

"Princess, i want to apologise if I am being a nuisance while you are on the job"

"No no ..not at all, I got off early, have to see the guy remember?" Oh yes. The healer.

"How could I ever forget?"

"I'm almost ready lo, will leave in a few"

"Oh apologies darling, I wouldn't want you to be late for the meeting "

You sat down on the bed as he said that.

"Maybe I want to be late, I'm not going to see you for hours, let me just talk to you baby" he smiled at the comment.

"Okay we can talk my sweetheart, what are you wearing?" you gasped as he said that and it took him a second to realize how his words were being interpreted.

"God you're a naughty boy..it's barely two in the afternoon" you mumbled and he was grateful you weren't there to see the effect you had on him. He was a god, where was the will power and self resistance? How come you were able to break him so easily?

"No no I just mean in general, I just wanted to have an image of you in my head, that is all" he mumbled nervously

"Mmmm I'll tell you if you tell me what you are wearing"

"Well I …uhhh .." he just had a satin sheet to cover his modesty, when alone he enjoyed sleeping naked. Clothes always made him feel hot and not in a good way.

"Oh my god you're naked aren't you? " he squeezed his eyes as you said that "Oh that's a lovely image.. I can picture it you know, your tall athletic naked body on the bed, aren't you the perfect sight for my sore eyes?" Why were you doing this to him?

"Now who's the naughty one here?"

"You look so pretty lo, kinda want to be there and see you like that" his eyes filled with lust as you said that. Now he was wishing you were there to watch him while he gets himself off for you.

"Shhhhh before this escalates further"

"You don't want this to escalate, pretty baby?" He took a deep breath as you said that.

"Darling please"

"Please continue or please stop?"

"Norns..both ..I want both"

"Mmmhm I wonder what you'd do to me if you were here" your voice turned sultry as you spoke.

"You really wish for me to tell you?" He asked you so you smiled.

"Mmmhmmm please loki.. please tell me" he chuckled at the response. If you wanted to play he'd play with you.

"You sound so sweet right now princess, are you always like this when you're being dominated?" Your face flushed to the max as he said that, you could feel your ears getting hot at the sudden change in his tone. He really was a god.

"Ummm dominated?" You gulped

"Uhuhh have you never been controlled? Never been told what to do in bed? Never been subjugated or ruled over by a man much more powerful than you?" He asked you, you could sense the mischief reeking but at the same time his voice remained deep and husky, it melted in your ears and it made you feel as if he was hypnotizing you. Maybe he was hypnotizing you.

"Lokiiiii stahhhhp" you whispered buy your voice came out all whiny.

"You want me to stop now, little one?"

"Noooo..not really" you said meekly

"Figured, how do you feel knowing that i often touch myself thinking about you"

Your breath hitched and you needed a moment to answer,

"Uhhh I feel desired and sexy" you mumbled nervously.

"Such a good girl, that's how you deserve to feel all the time" you squeezed your thighs together at the soft praise, his voice had gotten so firm like a school teacher but in the sexiest way possible.

"I am a good girl..but maybe I'll disappoint you in bed" there you go ruining the sexy moments with your insecurities. His brows furrowed as he noticed the sadness in your voice so he propped himself on his elbow to flip the phone to the other ear.

"Why would you say that my sweet princess?" the soft voice made your eyes tear up. Why were you like this?

"Because my ex told me"

"He did?" His jaw clenched as he heard that,

"But it was my fault, i wasn't as invested in having sex with him as he was"

"Because of the heat?"

"Mmmhmmmm"

"What did he say to you?"

"Ummm let's not discuss that lo"

"What did he say?"

"Just that..I was awful in bed and that I needed to show more enthusiasm and partake in the act of pleasing him rather than him doing everything..you know" He got absolutely quiet so you spoke again, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. Your mouth was one of the reasons why you had trouble keeping the guys interested in you for long.

"I'm sorry..I don't know why I told you that.. please ignore it and can we go back to being naughty?" you chuckled nervously even though your eyes were welled up now because of the embarassement.

"I apologise for going quite on you. I'd love to show you how wrong that scoundrel was about you. It takes two to battle my darling, perhaps he wasn't capable of pleasing a woman as sensual as you are"

You bit on your lips at his words, the slight anger in his voice made you smile though, he was protective about you and it gave you all the butterflies in the stomach, you have never had a feeling like this before "Well I do hope he is wrong though"

"He is, you want to know how I know that?" He smiled

"How?"

"Last night, the way your body responded to me, just thinking about it makes my cock ache for your warmth" he mumbled

"Goshhhhh lokiiiii" you sucked a deep breath in, voice barely a whisper

"And that voice of yours, norns my little love.. I'd do anything for you as long as you're moaning so sweetly for me, as long as you're making those pretty little noises in my ears" he whispered softly and your fingers settled between your legs involuntarily.

"Mmmmmhmmm I'll do anything for you lo.. whatever you ask"

"I know you will.. I know you'd do anything for me"

You sat up as your breathing got heavier. The meeting. Oh god.

And you also had to change your underwear now.

"God I have to gooo" he chuckled as you said that.

"That's a shame"

"I know I'm sorry..that was thrilling..oh wow i need a moment" he chuckled again. He rubbed his cock slowly in order to suppress those sensations you had evoked in him but it was only making it worse so he stopped touching himself.

"Princess?" He wanted to share the dream he had about you two but now wasn't the time, you were already late.

"Mmm?"

"Nothing..I uhh ..you'll miss me?"

"Lokiii I am missing you right now and we are talking, you don't even know how much I'm going to miss you"

His heart fluttered as you said that.

"So will I, and perhaps i will see you tonight"

"Please do and maybe we can umm play with each other again just like last night"

You smiled widely before you hung up, leaving him to stay hard the rest of the day, he sighed as he put the phone down on his chest and then his mouth curved into a smile thinking about the last few minutes.

You really wanted to tell him that you loved him but was it too soon to do that? You had no idea.

“I’m sorry I’m late” you apologized as you spotted him at the restaurant, your mom had mailed a picture of him to you so it was easier to recognise.

“It’s fine I guess, I’m used to such tardiness” he was smiling but you could tell he was annoyed, you didn’t miss the sarcasm in his tone.

“Ummm okay actually I don’t think I got your name yet, my mom told me everything except your name, I’m y/n by the way” you raised your hand forward so he looked at it for a few seconds before he shook it.

“Hello y/n, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange”

You didn't know how to talk to him, when you tried to order something to eat he told you that he had already done it for you so now you had nothing else to do or say.

You sipped on the drink in order to avoid the awkward silence between you two. So this was going soooooo well right? You missed loki, even the pin drop silence was never awkward with him, back when you two were purely friends and he was hiding in your apartment, the conversation between you two never felt forced. Sure you blabbed unnecessarily at times but he always smiled and he never seemed annoyed. You both would often sit on the sofa with your backs resting on the individual armrest and your legs almost touching each other, you'd watch something on your phone and he would read his books, it felt cozy and comfortable.

How the hell did you even stumble upon someone like him?

"Why aren't you eating?" Stephen asked you so you smiled but before you could answer he interrupted you

"Let me guess, you're one of those women aren't you, those who pretend to not eat on dates even though the reality couldn't be farther from it..no offense " Well you took it.

"First of all I love eating but beef steak isn't the idea of a hearty lunch for me" he snickered as he cut himself a piece, the precision he used with his knife was enough to tell you that he indeed was a surgeon.

"You were extremely late, I had to order for us"

"Yeah thank you for not waiting for me to get my opinion, I bet you're one of those men who think they are superior and can decide everything for their women"

"Last time I checked you weren't mine" he winked at you so you rolled your eyes.

"Look I'm only here because my mother forced me to–"

"That's also why I –"

"Stop interrupting me" you cut him off and that felt really nice.

You pointed a finger at him so he went quiet but now you forgot what you were even saying and he used the opportunity to speak again.

"That is exactly why I'm here as well so let's just eat and never see each other again alright?" He said rudely so you nodded.

"Yeah I'd like that"

"Good"

"So New York City, what's it like?" You questioned him and he glared at you,

"I can't just stay quiet, and you're eating awfully slow" he sighed at the statement.

"It's definitely been much worse since the attack"

"The Chitauris?" You asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, isn't it funny how they glorified the man responsible for the whole mess and turned him into an Avenger, best way to redeem a criminal right?" Your jaw clenched as he said that, he didn't even know Loki.

"Do you not watch news, Loki wasn't an accomplice, he was a victim"

"Fantastic story isn't it, heart wrenching, it's so easy to befool the humankind"

You wanted to say so many things but you couldn't even defend him in public, people would think you were just a crazy fan or worse one of those simps who just wanted to fuck the Asgardian god. You did want to do that though.

"So where were you when it happened?" You asked him to change the conversation, hoping he'd keep his resentment to himself.

"In the nearest building performing an extensive and very critical surgery, have to say it was not at all hard to focus with the sounds of grenades going off every few seconds"

"Ohhh..well that's admirable that you didn't feel scared or ran away" he snickered as you said that.

"Yeah, an innocent woman would have died on my table if I had lost my concentration that day and the man responsible for it got away with no remorse or repercussions, he's being celebrated instead"

Okay that was enough.

"Well you don't know that, you don't know what he's going through, how much guilt he carries or how bad it is for him to sleep at night when he's all alone..you don't know him or why he did what he did..what would you do if a powerful entity had influenced you and tortured you for a year like that?" He looked at you, slightly taken aback by the sudden outburst before he snickered condescendingly.

"I see you're one of those"

"Whattt?" You looked at him confused.

"The ones who wants to fuck him"

"You are so judgemental, I bet you judge other people's brains when they're splayed open in front of you"

"Uh-huh by the way Didn't he want to commit mass genocide even before the whole ordeal?"

"Yeah so did Thor, but he's a hero isn't he?" Why you were you fighting with him? You should just leave right?

"Well to be fair I don't think too highly of him either" Leave now.

"You know what this was fun..byye bye..see you never "

You stood up and walked out, he didn't stop you either, you had to cross the road to get to the other side but you heard him calling your name so you stopped like a moron in the middle of the street to turn and look at him, that's when a man with a motorbike came out of nowhere and hit you. You didn't remember much after that, you remembered the sharp pain in your right leg and you remembered seeing Stephen's stupid face before you lost consciousness.

A few hours later you woke up and your head was pounding, when you looked to the side, Stephen was there reading a newspaper,

"Did you perform a brain surgery on me?" You asked him so he raised his eyebrows.

"Do you have one in there because the way you stood there in the middle of the road was foolish"

"That guy came out of nowhere "

"Very well, now that you're awake, I'm gonna leave" he said as he got up so you sat up hurriedly.

"Wait wait how would I get home, oh my god is my leg broken?" You looked at the bandage on your right ankle and your eyes widened. No it can't be, it can't be. Thirty years, you had gone thirty years without a broken bone and you were planning to keep it that way all your life, it can't be broken right?

"I broke my bone, didn't i? " Your eyes welled up so he sighed.

"It's just a sprain, you'll be fine in a week or two"

"A week? I can't not work for a week, they'll fire me" you groaned

"Well you should have thought about that before you–"

"You know what..just shut up okay?"

He rolled his eyes and luckily he agreed to drive you home. He had to assist you to walk though and you didn't really like the idea of being so close to a man you barely knew.

"So whose car is it?" You asked him as he sat you down on the passenger seat.

"Rental"

"Figured"

"Why did you ask if you figured?"

You crossed your arms and didn't respond to him, to avoid the awkwardness you turned the radio on.

Hey I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number so call me maybe

You immediately changed the channel to not give him any sort of wrong signal. He seemed the type to take wrong signals.

My universe will never be the same. I'm glad you came, I'm glad you came.

You bobbed your head back and forth to the beat of the song and he shook his head in disbelief.

It was around 11 at night, how long were you out for? You were surprised he stayed by your side and didn't just flee, maybe it was the doctor in him. Well atleast he wasn't the worst man you have ever met in your life.

God you wanted to talk to Loki, you grabbed your purse and took out your phone but it was discharged completely.

Luckily your building had the lift but he still accompanied you to your apartment, as soon as you opened the door and even though you couldn't see him, you just knew he was there. Loki was there, you could smell his cologne

"Umm would you like a cup of coffee or something?" Please say no..

He looked around the apartment and his face contorted in disgust. Was this your mother disguised as a man? Well you had no idea you would be bringing him back here, this wasn't a date and you were too distracted before the meeting to even think of cleaning the space.

"No thanks. Here's your medicine" he passed you the small prescription bag so you took it from him.

"Well ummm thank you and I'm sorry i won't be able to show you around" you said to him so he rolled his eyes.

"Good, I'm relieved"

An awkward silence and even the worst goodbye handshake later he finally left, you were still on the couch and before you could say anything Loki appeared and locked the main door from inside. His face seemed blotchy, eyes red, cheeks dampened, you could tell he had cried.

He walked towards you and got down on his knees in front of you, then he lifted the right leg up to inspect the injury.

"Lokii"

"Who did this to you ?" He asked you

"Some guy on a bike..It was just an accident"

"That man isn't responsible for this state of yours is he?" He asked you so you shook your head, you cupped his face to make him look at you and his eyes were filled with fear.

"I'm sorry, i would have called but my phone died and ummm I was unconscious "

"Norns y/n" he flinched away from you and stood up, only to pace back and forth in front of you. You were worried that he was angry but then the look on his face was enough to tell you that he was scared, he wasn't able to get in touch with you at all and that must have been terrifying.

"Looo baby" you called out to him and put your hand forward so he took it and sat down next to you on the sofa.

"I'm okay, it's just a sprain"

Well unfortunately you couldn't climb on his lap so you somehow scooted closer to him and hugged him.

"I am sorry darling, I was losing my mind here" his arms wrapped around your tightly and he placed his head down on your shoulder.

"I know I know it's okay i would have been the same"

After a minute or so, he got on his feet again and picked you up in his arms only to lay you down on the sofa again.

"How bad does it hurt?" He asked you and your face scrunched in response, it wasn't bothering you when you came back to consciousness but now you were starting to feel it.

"I think the meds will help"

He sat down on the corner of the sofa and placed your legs on his leg carefully before he grabbed the right one and trailed his fingers all over your ankle, the longer he did it the better you felt.

"Did you just fix me?"

"I wish I could darling but I'm not that kind of God, i can barely lessen the pain and discomfort that comes with it" you smiled as he said that. He was talking as if this wasn't an otherworldly magic in itself.

"How do you do that? I mean how is it possible... like in a scientific way?" He chuckled as you questioned him "I'm sorry I'm on drugs i think"

"No you can ask questions..it's just you're adorable when you do" you giggled at the compliment, he carefully hovered on top of you, avoiding your leg to not hurt you any further and kissed you softly.

"It's just a form of energy being used differently darling"

"Energy?" You looked at him confused so he tucked your hair behind your ears before he kissed your forehead. Everytime he kissed your forehead you couldn't help but giggle.

"Mhhmm In simpler words whenever you see me doing this–" he said as he conjured a flower out of nowhere and gave it to you "I am merely harnessing the cumulative energies from multiple dimensions in order to fetch me whatever I need from my vault" you nodded even though it made no sense to you.

"You're so cute but I don't understand anything" he chuckled and kissed you before he got off the sofa, picked you up again and then laid you down on the bed so you could rest.

"Fancy a cup of tea madame?" You nodded as he asked you.

He made tea for you, he fed you dinner that had to be a takeout because he wasn't even going to attempt to cook and burn down your apartment. You smelled like the hospital and wanted to shower so he helped you get to the bathroom, luckily you had put on a dress for the meeting instead of a jeans so it was easier to take off, you noticed how he had kept his eyes closed like the gentleman that he was when you asked him to take you back to the room while you just had a towel wrapped around your body.

By the time you were in bed again you felt extremely exhausted, the meds were making you feel drowsy already.

"I'm going to abhor leaving you all alone here in the morning" he cooed in your ears so you pecked on his lips.

"Mmmm don't leave me then..stayyy"

"I wish I could princess, I truly wish I could be here for you all the time"

"I know baby it's okay i understand, besides I'll be fine, it's just a sprain"

"How long will it take to heal completely?"

"Two weeks at the most, but I heal fast so one week" you laughed and it warmed his heart.

"Ummm okay I have a proposition for you"

"What?" You smiled because you thought he was going to say something silly to make you laugh again but what he said made you sit up and contemplate, how was this even going to work? Especially with Melissa and those Avengers around.

"Come stay with me at the tower while you're healing"

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Sweet and Sour

Pairing: Simon Riley aka “Ghost” x female reader

Summary: This is a continuation of my first Ghost fic, ‘Interrogation’. Two years have passed since Simon had taken you in and got you a place along side him in the field. The relationship between you had grown as time went on. You also noticed he had gotten more built and grew a lot in two years, causing your mind to always think about his size and how small you were compared to him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and unaliving people, mentions of weapons, Mommy kink and Daddy kink, size difference, mentions of big d!ck being visible from the stomach and throat, female and male receiving oral, f!ngering, rough $ex like completely railing;)

Two years ago was when that mysterious man had had his way with you and took you in. You could finally be free and under a deadly man’s protection. For once you were scared for the other person instead of being scared of the man protecting you.

Ghost protected you like you were his, well you were but he didn’t think that yet. You were hooked onto him for these two years but thank god he didn’t know, that you knew of. Ghost already knew your feelings for him, it was SO obvious.

The way the sight of him or the sound of his voice had eased your nerve’s automatically. The way your face turned red anytime he praised you in the field. He knew when he made little suggestive remarks that your pussy was already dripping wet for him.

That was the truth too just like now while you were in a mountain with a sniper scoped in aimed at the building in front of you. You were leading Ghost around the compound telling him where enemies were so he could quietly take them all out. Your teamwork was impeccable.

“You know you are being such a good girl for me y/n. You deserve something later huh?”

You were searching for another enemy for him to take out when he had teasingly said that. Your cheeks immediately turning a shade of red when you replied.

“Ghost…” you whined, forgetting that you two weren’t the only ones who could hear you. In fact the whole team could hear everything that was said at all times. You were immediately embarrassed but no one would say anything given that Ghost didn’t play when it came to you.

He was at least comfortable with the remarks and suggestive behavior around them because no one would say anything to his face. Which meant you had nothing to worry about so you would now give him the same cocky little shit energy he gave you.

“I do deserve to have your fat cock stuffing my throat. I would love that daddy.”

The way your voice got quiet and deeper was so hot. You caught him completely off guard and it caused him to groan. His cock standing up like a soldier, the jeans he was wearing getting super tight and making his big thick cock stand out even more.

“Alright mommy. Let’s hurry this shit up so we can take this elsewhere.”

You could hear the frustration in his voice and it turned you on even more. You knew spurring him on like he did you would get him riled up like crazy. You aimed your scope at him to see the sight yourself. You saw his gloved hand touch the bulge in his pants and your mouth watered instantly.

“You can’t help yourself can you?”

He looked in the direction you were in, not being able to see you but you could still see his death glare. You shut up and told him the rest of the positions of the enemies.

“The last 5 are in the basement or their fucking lair thing. I can’t see so you are going in blind. Good luck.”

Ghost stealthily went down the stairs and as he got all the way down, the lights were turned off by Soap. You had your scope aimed at the windows, trying to find any extra people.

There were shots fired but Ghost had managed to quickly take care of four of the enemies, leaving the last one. He was the one in charge of everything.

“You think you can kill me kid?” The strange man chuckled.

“I’ll kill you alright.”

Ghost pulled out a knife and tried slitting the man’s throat but the man ducked and slammed him on the ground, punching Ghost three times. He managed to gain his strength back and he elbowed the man, shoving the knife in the man’s neck. Blood spurt out of his neck and got onto Ghost’s mask and gloves, making him smile. He got off on this, putting terrible men down for what they did.

“There’s one last guy on the top floor, I have a shot.”

“Take it.”

You lined up the shot perfectly and shot the guy in the head, his body dropping to the floor. You saw Ghost come upstairs with his gun drawn.

“Got him. No need to worry.”

“I love having a gorgeous girl dropping bodies by my side. We did amazing tonight and all thanks to you.”

A smile grew across your face, hearing him say these things always gave you butterflies. You got up, grabbed your gun and headed back down to the compound. You two headed to where the team was positioned so you could talk about the mission.

Everyone kept praising you two like always. Everyone knew that if you and Ghost were paired up that you were bound to succeed no matter what. It felt good to be known like that. Captain Price was especially proud of you. You became very close to these men and he thought of you like a daughter kind of. He was just as protective as Ghost but in a fatherly way.

You were so grateful for everything that has happened in your life because it has landed you exactly where you wanted to be. Right here.

After the meeting was done, you all headed to the vehicle to start heading home. You couldn’t wait to get to where you and Ghost lived together.

You guys got home and he opened the door for you. You smelled his cologne when you walked in and sighed. You loved the smell of him. You walked to your bedroom about to take your gear off before being interrupted by Ghost.

“What do you think you’re doing baby?”

You looked at him standing against the wall in the hallway with his hands in his pockets. He looked good in his gear as always and the look in his eyes didn’t help. He looked angry and you didn’t know if you were scared or turned on.

“I was going to take my gear off and get comfortable.”

“No. That little stunt you pulled earlier?”

“What stunt? I was just teasing you like you tease me. It was just giving you the same energy.”

“And who says you get to be like that hm? I’m not your man, you can’t just give me a cocky little attitude and get away with it.”

Ouch kind of but he was right. You weren’t his girl and he didn’t really have to deal with your shit. He wanted to and he didn’t mind it but he wants you to know where your place is.

He took his vest, weapons and helmet off, getting ready to use you like his toy. His tight long sleeve shirt showing off his big biceps and pecks. All you could think about was biting them and touching them. Ghost took his boots and jeans off, giving you a peak at what you had been waiting for.

His dick was semi hard and it already looked big, your pussy clenching at the thought of him filling you up. He pushed you down so you were on your knees, you looked up at him, enjoying the view a little too much.

“Masks on or off?”

“Take the skull mask off and leave the balaclava on.”

You could see more of his eyes but you still loved him in his balaclava. He chuckled and did as you said. You took his boxers off and you rubbed your thighs together as you saw his meaty thick thighs and his tasty fat veiny cock.

“Like what you see?” he taunted.

You nodded your head shyly which wasn’t enough for Ghost.

“Use your words big girl.”

“I love what I see. Can you just stuff my mouth already?”

He smiled and grabbed your chin with his right pointer finger and thumb, bringing your head upwards to make eye contact with Simon.

“I would say no just because you have to learn to be patient but since you look so pretty for me right now….”

He used his free hand to line his cock up with your mouth, you stuck your tongue out, getting a taste of the glistening precum on his tip.

“Mmm”

You loved how he tasted, just made you want to milk him until he literally cant cum anymore. You begin to give him kisses all over his cock, causing Simon to bite his lip as he watched you. After you kissed every inch of his big dick, you jerked him off with one of your small hands, more then half of it was left untouched.

How did you ever suck his dick? You were small compared to him, this hunk of a man didn’t even know how either honestly, it just spurred him on even more. He loved the size difference just as much as you did. Ghost liked the fact that he was so massive with his girl being tiny and just completely helpless all the time.

You started sucking on his tip, making sure to lick all the leaking precum off. His left hand moved to grab a fistful of your hair, using it as leverage to fuck your mouth. He was going to fuck your mouth until you cried and begged him to stop.

He started off with slow and shallow strokes, letting you get used to the feeling of your mouth being stuffed. He groaned at the feeling of the warmth emitting from your mouth. You moved your hand to his balls to play with him, egging him on. Ghost smiled and started thrusting into your mouth.

You relaxed your jaw and let him use you as he pleased. Half of it was already in your mouth and you choked on him. Your throat squeezing around him when you did, causing him to let a moan slip.

“I love when you choke on my fat cock baby. I know you can take it all.. You ready?”

You nodded your head and he immediately started thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth at a medium pace. You would choke on him every time he shoved his dick deeper into your throat. He could see the fat outline of his cock in your throat from the outside.

“Oh fuck y/n…”

He was a grunting mess after seeing that. I mean could you blame him? He had this gorgeous girl on her knees, her mouth stuffed with his cock, the outline of it being seen from the outside, the feeling of you just at his mercy.

The way he was fiercely thrusting into your mouth, had you holding onto him hard so you didn’t fall over. He had his grip on you and you were going no where. All the slurping sounds, choking noises, his moans, your moans and the wet sounds every time he thrusted was so hot to Ghost. He was in heaven at this point, just ascending.

It was a mess, you were a mess. There were strings of your saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth, his dick and even a small puddle on the floor. The way that it was filthy made it better for both of you.

“Look at you… God you’re so pretty…”

He now was abusing your mouth at this point, he was being so rough. Simon couldn’t help it, he was too gone from the euphoria he was in. You could feel tears well in your eyes but you didn’t want to cry.

“I’m not stopping till I see you crying and begging for me to fuck you. You think you can be a little shit when everyone is listening? I’ll show you who’s in charge here.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing when he spoke, he was so fucking hot. You could feel cold tears fall down your hot cheeks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“That’s it princess.. cry from having your mouth stuffed to the brim. Fuuck..”

He got even rougher and faster if that was possible at this point. You had mascara running down your face from crying, Ghost could see the black tears and threw his head back.

“Shit. Oh… y/n…”

You moved your hands to his hips and moved him even deeper in your mouth as you choked and bawled. The way you looked so amazing while like this, his little mess. Saliva everywhere, your face stained with tears, mascara running all down your face, his dick all wet and sloppy. The feeling of his fat cock poking his hand every time he thrusted into your mouth made him almost cum.

“Y-yes.. that’s mmm. I’m gonna cum y/n….”

All the sounds coming out of his mouth sounded like he was on fucking cloud nine, which he basically was. He pulled out and his thick white cum spurt all over you, painting your gorgeous face. He had cum so much it was in your hair, on your face, in your mouth, some was on the floor and the rest you had cleaned off his cock with your tongue.

“Mm. You taste so delicious daddy.”

You looked up at him and he let go of your hair and throat.

“You were such a good girl.. You feeling okay?”

He wiped your tears and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. You blushed and responded with a quiet yes. He looked at you seriously and tilted his head.

“Are you sure? Be honest with me baby.”

“Just a little sore but I need you Ghost…. Please. I need you inside me, destroying me….”

Simon chuckled because he knew he could do that anytime he wanted. Actually he’s dreamt of the day that he could just ravish your body, just utterly break you. He was waiting for this day and he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Are you..? Love are you sure that you’re ready for that..?”

He was worried about you because he is a MASSIVE man and you were a small woman.

“I’m sure Simon… please. I’m begging you to have your way with me.”

How could anyone turn down such a beauty asking for something so vulgar? Ghost was not one of those people, he would exceed your expectations tonight.

“Take everything off… hurry up.” He ordered softly.

You did as told and proceeded to take off all your gear and weapons, along with all your clothes and undergarments. Leaving yourself completely exposed to the man in front of you. He was watching your every move and grabbed your hips as soon as you were naked.

“Your body is perfect baby…”

The sight of your unclothed body always drove Ghost insane. He loved your curves and stretch marks especially. The way your ass and thighs were completely covered in stretch marks gave him a hard on instantly. He picked you up by your hips effortlessly and sat you on the dining table. The cold wood touching your bare skin caused you to hiss.

Ghost started kissing your neck as his right hand went down to your soaking cunt. His middle finger ran along your folds and he grunted at the feeling.

“Oh my god. You’re soaking wet…..”

You covered your face with your hands from the embarrassment and he pinned your wrists to to the table.

“Why are you covering your pretty face? Are you embarrassed that daddy doesn’t even have to do much and you’re already a mess in between your thighs?”

“Simon….” You whined out “Yes… okay..?” You were in for more then a treat, more like a five course meal.

He let go of your wrists and put his right hand back in between your thighs, putting his middle and ring finger in your pussy, earning a moan from you. His fingers were big too so you always loved getting fingered by him because he could still fill you up a bit. Your legs instinctively spread wide for him.

Just like a present for him, he couldn’t help but just stare at your cunt, admiring every detail about it. It was such a pretty color, so soft, glistening from your juices. His mouth watered and he hurriedly pulled up his mask enough for his mouth and nose to be out. He couldn’t wait to devour you.

He put his hands on the inside of your thighs to hold them open, licking your bundle of nerves slowly. The feeling sent a shock to you, your hands flying to his head to hold him in place. He licked faster due to your actions and reaction.

“Such a delicious pussy baby..” he moaned out

He was not going to stop till you were screaming and he was going to make sure he made you cum more then once. He put two fingers inside of you, moving them in and out as he licked violently at your clit.

“Gho- oh my goddd..”

The way your pussy gushed with each movement of his fingers had Ghost in a frenzy. He was practically drunk off the taste of your pussy, he needed to taste your cum.

“Please cum for me baby. God i can’t get enough of you, you taste so fucking good.”

The feeling of his tongue on your clit, his big fingers giving no mercy to your pussy and the way he was begging was too overwhelming. Your body temperature rose as your body snapped and you came all over him. He took his fingers out and lapped at your cum, grunting at the taste. You let profanities and his name flow out of your mouth, not caring about how loud you were.

Ghost didn’t even stop lapping at you even when you told him to stop. In fact he dove his tongue in your folds, gripping your thighs hard from the pleasure he was getting from this. Your legs were shaking from the feeling of his tongue roaming your pussy and the fact you just came hard a second ago.

He was the first one to love eating you out, he actually begs for you to let him eat you out every day after this night;). You bucked your hips upwards but his grip on your thighs was too hard for you to move much. No matter what you tried to do, you were stuck there until he was satisfied with his work.

“S-Simon… I- yes…..”

He brought his thumb to your clit to rub it in circles, feeling your pussy clench around his tongue made him moan. He loved your pussy so much, the feeling, the taste, the smell, the look, just everything about it. He had never been in love with pussy like he was with yours.

“Oh my god! I’m- gonna-“

His tongue dove deeper and he moved his thumb faster. He was enjoying himself and not even trying that hard too. Your back arched off of the table as the pit in your stomach popped, you screamed out his name over and over. You were unable to control what came out your mouth and most of it was incoherent anyways.

Simon didn’t understand anything you were moaning out but to be fair he was focused on licking your juices and cleaning you up. He knew the sounds you were making made his cock throb like crazy. He continued his movements as he helped you ride out your high, removing his mouth and hands from your body.

You looked at him with a smile, your chest rising and falling quickly, recovering from cloud nine.

“You are so sexy baby…. I need you. I need you right fucking now. I can’t wait to fill your pretty little cunt mommy.”

You were never called that before him but you knew you liked it when you noticed your pussy started to literally drip onto the floor below you. Simon watched your pussy leak and smiled like a little boy in a candy store.

“You like being called mommy now don’t you love?”

“Yes.. please call me it more”

He chuckled and lined himself up with you, slowly slipping in you. It always felt like the first time with him because he had such a girthy and long dick. How could you ever get used to something so large going in your tiny hole? You couldn’t.

The way you were gripping him had his head tilted back, eyes closed and his mouth open. God damn you were so warm and absolutely gushing but he had to stop himself. He didn’t want to hurt you so he just has to be patient.

“Fuck baby”

He grunted while he bottomed out in you, holding your hips in place.

“So. Tight..”

You couldn’t handle him, never. That’s why you tried to move forward, trying to get less of him in you.

“Uh uh. No running away. You’re gonna take this fat dick baby. You got it, come on.”

He gripped your shoulders to pull you back and keep you there. There was no escaping now that he had his hold on you. You just had to shut up and take it.

“It’s so big.. shiittt”

Ghost couldn’t hold it anymore, he needed to move. He needed to fuck you hard and destroy you like you asked. He gave you no warning as he began to thrust in you hard and deep.

“FUCK!”

You gripped the sheets hard enough for your knuckles to start turning white. His cock hitting all the right spots and stretching you out. His thrusts starting to get faster and harder with each thrust.

“I wanna hear you scream baby. Come on. Show me how good I fuck you.”

You couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, all you could do was moan and scream his name. The way he was filling you up made your stomach hurt, this wasn’t the first time but since he was being more rough, it hurt more.

“Simon! Oh my goooooddddd!”

“Call me daddy. Say it… fuck..”

You were already feeling overwhelmed by his size and the way he was fucking you without caring how rough he was.

“Daddy! D-daddyyyy!”

Your sweet moans like music to his ears just causing his dick to throb and his thrusts getting rougher the more you screamed his name and daddy. You were gripping the sheets and kept moving your hands any where there was something to grip onto.

“You can’t even stay still it’s so good huh? Look at your arms flailing, trying to grab something solid. You’re so helpless under me you slut”

That’s when he grabbed both your arms and held them as he repeatedly rammed into your messy cunt. You grabbed his wrists so you had something to hold onto.

“Atta girl”

Ugh he was driving you crazy with all his dirty talk, like the cherry on top.

“Daddy… Ghost- I’m.. gonna cum..”

He knew by the way you got tighter and gripped his cock harder, pulling him in. He couldn’t help but moan as he brought you to yet another climax, helping you ride it out. He took this time to flip you over onto your back so you were in missionary.

“I’m not done with you just yet mommy okay?”

You melted at the name again and looked up at him with a cum drunken face. Ghost smirked and started making out with you as he slowly thrust into you. You had a heated make out session as he fucked you deep and slow.

“You feel so good around me…” he grunted

He broke the kiss to lay his forehead on yours as his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of you. You took this time to look down and you realized you could see the outline of his dick through your stomach. He was so big that you could see him poke you. You gasped and threw your head back as you were a moaning mess.

“What..?”

Simon looked down at your stomach and saw it himself.

“Oh- You like having a massive man huh? You like how daddy’s dick is so big that it pokes your stomach huh mommy? You started moaning more and the way your pussy started gushing around me gives it away.”

He was just as turned on as you, the way your tiny self looked under him as his dick prodded at your stomach was too much for him to handle. He had to take a quick break so he stopped his movements.

“Why did you stooop?” You questioned with a pout

He started thrusting fast and hard which turned your pout into an O shape.

“I love our size difference and seeing that my fat cock pokes out is so hot.”

He moved your legs so they were over his arms and he grabbed your wrists to pin you down. Ghost was able to go even deeper causing you both to moan loud. Your body starting to get sore, especially your stomach.

The sound of your soaking pussy, the slaps of skin, the bed creaking, the headboard banging on the wall, your moans and the view of his dick poking you and you in pure bliss was euphoric for him. He wanted to cum so bad right now.

“Mommy can I cum..? I wanna destroy you more but fuck- oh god baby. I’m so fucking horny and I can’t hold it.”

The way he was asking you to even cum was a surprise for you. He’s been a very dominant and assertive man so it caught you off guard.

“Yes daddy. Cum with me okay? I’ll tell you.”

He threw his head back as he got rougher and rougher with each thrust, causing you to feel your last orgasm of the night creeping up. You were a moaning mess and he was a grunting mess.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum- Cum with me…”

“Mommy…. I’m cumming…”

His thrusts got sloppy as you both came hard all over each other. He made sure to pull out before letting his load cover you. His head still thrown back as he slowly jerked himself off, letting him ride his own high out.

“Good boy” you teased.

You saw him smile and you swore you saw him blush as he took his balaclava off. He could be submissive if he wanted to and he definitely enjoyed being called a good boy and he loved being praised too.

“Do you like that or something big guy?”

He went to grab a towel so he could clean you up. He came back with a towel and a huge grin on his face.

“Yes… We can try switching roles if you wanted. You being the dominant one..”

Your face lit up at his words because you wanted to try it, especially with him. You loved the thought of having such a huge dominant man on his knees being submissive.

“I’ll hold you up to that Simon.”

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can i request something similar to Sanzu's work, but with Kakucho? you can change gun to knife

never be free || kakucho

yandere kakucho x fem!reader

content warning: stalking, suicide mentions , manipulation , knife play.

18+ NSFW dark content

summary: kakucho overhears you talking with your friend about breaking up with him and he does everything he can to prevent it from happening.

DISCLAIMER !!! I do not own these characters or condone any activities taken part in this story. this is purely a story of fiction. DO NOT romanticise any actions in this fic.

“Where are you going ?” Everyone’s eyes in the meeting follows Kakucho as he stood out of his chair ready to go. “To see my girl.” He smiled before excusing himself.

He’s been itching to see you all day. He hasn’t been spending much time with you since his work overload basically doubled and it’s been killing him inside.

But he arranged plans to surprise you today which is why he left work as early as possible. He knows where you are due to the tracker he put in your phone without you noticing.

It was an app made by people working under Sanzu. He created the app to track the traitors down, since he was the one in charge of dealing with them, and Kakucho had asked Sanzu to download it onto your phone without you noticing.

It’s a well hidden app. You can’t see it on your phone, or settings. It’s that well coded. Almost like a built in stalker app, which Kakucho can access.

Call him crazy, he doesn’t care. Aside from Izana, you had been the other person in his life that truly cared for him and made him feel like time on earth wasn’t a true disaster.

He was so grateful for you.

He couldn’t live without you.

And he told you this. Many, many… many times. To be frank, you were starting to get creeped out. You loved him at the beginning yes, but overtime it’s like he became obsessed with you.

Obsessed to the point it creeped you out.

He started saying things like, you’re the only reason I’m alive right now.

I can’t lose you.

Id rather die than be separated from you.

You started to feel responsible for his presence on earth and it killed you inside knowing you were losing feelings yet his were just growing by the day.

The relationship was toxic and you were too scared to break it because if he did kill himself, it would weigh you down your entire life.

You felt trapped.

This was why you were at your friends work place talking to her about how he was making you feel. About how this relationship was going to shit.

Kakucho heard everything.

He heard you explaining how you fell out of love ages ago and you’d been pretending since because you didn’t want him to kill himself.

You might as well have stabbed him in the back. Literally.

He glared at you from your spot as you were giggling to your friend as she instantly switched topics seeing as it made you so emotional.

Just you wait y/n.

Arriving back to your home, you had shut the door and felt someone’s hands grab your throat.

You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t due to the lack of airflow. Your eyes travelled to the culprit. Even though it was pitch black, you could recognise him anywhere. His white pupil shining through the darkness as he stared down at you in pain and anger.

“Kakucho?” You rasped out and he let go slightly, his hand still around your throat just not as tight.

“Where were you today?” He wanted to give you an opportunity to come clean for yourself. If you lied, he would have to do something he regrets.

“I-I was at my friends work.”

“Doing what?” His tone hurt you. He never spoke to you with such venom in his voice.

“Just talking about stu— ow ow! Kaku please you’re hurting me.”

“Talking about what. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He spat as his hands flew to your back, pinning both of your hands behind you before tying them together with his tie.

“It’s personal.”

Lies.

“I gave you a chance to come clean. Guess I’ll have to resort to plan B.” He sighed, letting go of your throat and picking you up bridal style, carrying you into the bedroom.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, he shoved one of your freshly clean socks from your drawer into your mouth, shutting you up.

You couldn’t reach up and remove them due to your hands being tied up. And just soon after, your vision was being compromised.

It was pitch black and all you could do was sit there and not speak. You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t wipe the tears away regardless.

“Kawchkcuho.” You tried to speak through the sock but it was difficult.

“Shut up for a moment.”he spat again, before leaving the room. You tried to squirm your hands out of the tie before he came back but it was no luck.

You heard footsteps not much later. “Open your legs.” You couldn’t help but obey. Spreading your legs slightly, expecting some kisses along your thighs or something, but instead you were met with something sharp, digging into your skin.

You felt blood trickling down your thigh and tried to push him off but he was quicker. “Don’t make me tie your legs up too.”

You were hyperventilating, panting deeply as he brought the knife back to your thigh. “Will you be a good girl for me?” He asked, moving closer to your ear and you nodded, hoping he would soften and untie you. Then you would punch him or something and make a run for it.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked by your ear again and it startled you as he traced the knife gently along your skin. Not cutting it, just grazing it.

Your speech was inaudible due to the sock in your mouth. “Oh shoot, I almost forgot.” He laughed, yanking the sock out of your mouth.

“Who do you belong to baby?” He asked and you whimpered.

“I don’t belong to anybody. I’m my own perso—,”

“Wrong.” He pulled away from your ear, sitting up and shifting himself between your thighs. “Guess I’ll have to show you hm?”

He brought the knife back and you cried out as he started to spell his name on your thigh. The blood dripping down staining your white sheets. “What letter was that?” He asked and you took a deep breath.

“K.” You responded, breathing heavily to try and distract yourself from the sting.

“Good.” He brought the knife back and carved the next letter, causing you to wince every time the knife touched your skin.

“A,”

“K.”

“U,”

“C”

“H”

“O.”

“You’ look so beautiful baby:” he threw the knife across the room, leaning over and pressing his lips against yours.

“You belong to me. And I belong to you. Got that? You’re not leaving me.”

“I’m sorry Kakucho.” You didn’t even know what you were apologising for, you just didn’t want him to carve anything else into your skin.

“I love you.” He said, finally untying your hands and cuddling up next to you.

“I- I love you too.” You hated those words you truly did. You looked down and saw him sleeping peacefully before tears fell down your face.

You’ll never be free.

Not as long as he’s alive.