#worthless drabble request

[livelaughwhump]

Hey drabble request here ! I just started reading your story, and I love it. I was wondering if we could see some fluff coming from Elliot, like maybe someone in the team is panicking or anything, and Elliot helps them since he learned how to deal with that. I don't know if you understand what I mean but I just think this could be a very cute moment :)

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Content: Nightmares, PTSD, brief mention of gun violence, war flashback, brief mention of past abuse

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know!

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Elliot was no stranger to waking up to the sound of screaming. Usually, it was loud and frightening and coupled with the feeling of unadulterated terror settling deep into his bones. This time, however, was different. The screams were muffled and distant, and most unusually, they weren’t Elliot’s.

Elliot sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as confusion washed over him. He knew he hadn’t imagined the screams as he could still hear them. But if they weren’t his, then who’s were they?

As Elliot pushed himself out of bed, the hall light flicked on, and several pairs of footsteps thundered past Elliot’s room. He peaked his head out the door just in time to see the rest of the team settling in front of Broderick’s door. Elliot worriedly stepped into the hallway alongside his friends. “Wh-What’s going on?” he asked.

Seeming to notice his presence for the first time, each team member met his gaze, worried expressions etched across their faces. “It’s nothing you have to worry about, bud,” Karine tried to assure him. “Yvonne’s in there trying to calm him down. Just try to go back to sleep.”

Elliot frowned. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, sunshine,” Lyra answered. “It’s just a nightmare. He’s been getting them a lot more since you were rescued, but this is the first one that’s involved screaming.”

Worry seeped into the pit of Elliot’s stomach and without a second thought, he reached for the doorknob, but Landon’s gentle hand stopped him. “That’s not a good idea, buddy. Yvonne’s got it, just go back to bed.”

“But I can help,” Elliot insisted. “I have nightmares all the time.”

“This is different, El,” Karine said. Elliot ignored her and pushed past Landon. “Elliot—” The sight that greeted him on the other side of the door was heartbreakingly familiar. Broderick was wrapped in Yvonne’s arms, sobbing into her shoulder while the rest of his body trembled. Elliot was familiar with the sight, but he’d never seen it from an outside perspective.

As the yellow hall light illuminated the otherwise dark room, both Broderick and Yvonne looked up to see who had entered.

“Elliot,” Yvonne’s gentle voice said. “I’m sorry, darling. We didn’t mean to wake you.”

As Elliot stared at the tears on Broderick’s cheeks and the protective hold Yvonne had on him, he began to regret his decision to enter the room. Maybe Karine was right. What if he didn’t know how to be a caretaker for someone else?

“Are you okay, sweet?” Broderick asked, his voice shaky and broken.

Elliot’s heart sank. The regret continued to creep in the longer Elliot stood there, silently watching them. He wanted to help Broderick, yet all he’d accomplished thus far was worrying him.

What a disobedient mutt

Elliot nodded. “I-I’m fine. I just w-wanted to ch-check on you.”

Broderick forced a smile. “That’s very sweet, El, but I’ll be okay. It was just a nightmare. You know how it goes.”

Elliot nodded again. He had half a mind to turn back around and return to his room, but something kept him rooted in the doorway. He wanted to help Broderick.

“Can-Can I help?” he asked, silently cursing his pathetic stutter.

Broderick and Yvonne shared a look that Elliot couldn’t discern. “Are you sure, love?” Yvonne asked. “I’ve got it covered if you wanna go back to sleep.”

Elliot shook his head. “I want to help,” he asserted. “I’ve had my fair share of nightmares and-and I think I can help. P-Please?” He hated the desperation in his voice.

Yvonne looked at Broderick and whispered something too quietly for Elliot to hear. Broderick nodded and Yvonne faced Elliot again with a gentle smile on her face. “Be my guest,” she said as she stood up and motioned for Elliot to take her seat. “I’ll be just outside if you want me to take over, okay?”

Elliot nodded. “Th-Thanks, Yvonne.”

The room fell into darkness for just a moment after the door closed behind Yvonne. Broderick flicked his bedside lamp on and tried to wipe away his tears as Elliot approached.

“You don’t have to do this, sweet,” he said, sniffling. “I’m okay.”

Elliot shook his head again and sat himself in the spot Yvonne had just left. “Th-That excuse won’t w-work on me,” he said, keeping his voice gentle. “If-If you don’t w-want me here, I’ll-I’ll go, but-but I can tell you’re n-not okay. I can r-recognize it b-better than anyone.”

Broderick sighed, his gaze straying to his lap. “It’s not that I don’t want you here. In fact, it-it means a lot to me that-that you want to help me. I just don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” Elliot insisted. “I promise. What-What was your nightmare about?”

Broderick hesitated; his internal battle etched clearly on his face. “Afghanistan,” he finally admitted. “The day I was injured.”

Elliot was shocked. Broderick always hated talking about his injury. Despite that, Elliot followed the script that everyone used with him after one of his nightmares. “Do-Do you want to talk about it?”

Broderick shrugged away the question. “You know the story.”

Elliot shook his head. “N-No, I don’t.” Broderick looked at him, confused. “When-When we met, I was too young. Then Mas…I mean, Ch-Christian started h-harassing me, the-the team almost broke up, h-he was kicked out, and-and so on. S-So it-it was never really a p-priority.” Broderick looked away again. “Y-You don’t have to tell me. I know it’s h-hard to talk about.”

Broderick shook his head. “No, you’re right. You’re not a kid anymore. You deserve to know.”

“Y-You don’t have to tell me,” Elliot tried to assure him. “I-I can try to comfort you with-without knowing the full extent of what happened.”

Broderick ignored him. “I was about your age when it happened. Actually, I was a year younger, I think.”

“Broderick—”

“I was a first responder and my team and I were on our way to retrieve an injured comrade off the battlefield in the middle of combat. As we were carrying him off, a stray bullet hit my leg and shattered my knee. Then, I made the mistake of continuing to carry the injured soldier off to the medic’s tent instead of letting the rest of my team do it. I aggravated the wound and even with the aid of the other medics, it never healed properly. So, I was discharged and…you know the story from there.”

Elliot was frozen, staring at Broderick with a pitiful expression. “That-That’s what your nightmare was about?”

Broderick nodded. “Except in my nightmares, it’s just me carrying my injured friend. And it’s not a soldier that I’m carrying; it’s one of you.”

Elliot raised his brows and nodded in understanding. He’d had his fair share of nightmares that included his friends. “Wh-Who was it this time?”

Broderick hesitated, clearly unsure if he should answer truthfully. “It was Yvonne,” he finally admitted, keeping his gaze trained on his lap. “And this time…this time, I couldn’t save her.” Broderick’s voice broke and Elliot could see the glimmering of tears on his downturned face.

Elliot gently took hold of Broderick’s hand, forcing the medic to look up at him. “Hey,” he said gently. “Yvonne’s okay. She’s safe and so are you. We-We all are.”

Broderick sniffled, his lower lip trembling. Elliot imagined he often wore a similar expression. “But-But what if something happens one day and-and I can’t save one of you?” Broderick asked. “What if a mission goes wrong and I don’t get there in time? What if Christian comes back for you and—” Broderick silenced himself when he noticed the way Elliot’s face paled at the mention of Christian. “I-I’m sorry, sweet. I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

Elliot shook his head. “It’s-It’s okay. Don’t w-worry about me. Broderick, you’re not alone here. If-If something happens to one of us, we’ll a-all be there to help. That’s what m-makes us a team.” Broderick’s panicked breathing didn’t slow, nor did the heavy flow of his tears. Elliot’s voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “Broderick, look at me and f-follow my breathing. In for f-four seconds, h-hold for seven, out for eight. J-Just like that.” Elliot tried to guide the medic, just as Lyra had done for him on numerous occasions. “You’re doing great,” Elliot praised. “Just a couple more, okay?”

When Broderick finally calmed down enough to breathe on his own, Elliot gave a soft smile. “Thanks, El,” he said. “I’m sorry you have to deal with the ramifications of my PTSD.”

Elliot shook his head again. “Don’t be sorry. You’ve had to d-deal with mine m-more times than I can count. I’m just r-returning the favor.”

Broderick smiled a little at that. “You’re a good friend, Elliot.”

Elliot blushed a little. “Do you want me to stay with you while-while you try to go back to sleep?”

Broderick glanced at the digital clock beside his bed. “Nah, that’s okay, sweet. But thank you for helping me.”

Elliot’s smile widened and he gave Broderick’s hand a comforting squeeze. “Anytime.”

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I hope you enjoyed!! I'm not sure if this is what you wanted, but I had fun writing it and I really like how it turned out. I've been wanting to do more stuff involving Broderick's past, but I'm not well-versed in the inner workings of the US military, so sorry if this is inaccurate!

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[miupow]

★ ── LE SEXE, JE VEUX DIRE !

what happens when you give the hyung line an aphrodisiac 。 。 。?

꒰୨୧ ꒱ pairing。stray kids hyung line x fem!reader genre。 pure smut , pwp warnings。 aphrodisiacs , sex while intoxicated , breeding kink , primal play , vaginal fingering , oral (m. rec) , deepthroat , unprotected sex , creampies , masturbation (m. rec) , phone sex , diy porn , sex while filming

a/n ⸝⸝ requested skz version of my txt drabble! i’m lowkey not a big fan of this… but here it is anyway lol. [ 0. 7k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

𝔅ANGCHAN

chris is completely sure the aphrodisiac candies you purchased wouldn't do a thing, just a silly marketing gimmick printed all over the foil packaging he turned over in his hands. but you had gotten them as a surprise, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelings– so he casts aside his doubts and eats his share with a smile, ready to put on his best show of pretending to be affected. he wouldn't even be really acting, since you can get him going no matter what... yet to his complete shock reduced to a mess within minutes, panting and squirming above you, his hips canting up to press the swell of his clothed cock against the curve of your ass. his control slips when you grind back against him, pussy drunk and unable to think of anything other than fuck, claim, breed as he flips you over and mounts you like an animal. he’s definitely having you get more of these.

𝔐INHO

minho’s immediate response to you showing him the chocolates was to scold you for wasting money on worthless placebos. there was no way you believed that they would actually do anything, right? but he eats them with you anyway, because you’re very persuasive when you’re pouting. he’ll tell you they did nothing for him at all, as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, your hot little mouth swallowing his cock to the hilt. he didn’t feel a thing, as he’s lining up his weeping tip to your entrance. he’s completely unaffected, watching with dark hazy eyes as his thick cum leaks out of your hole. those stupid chocolates had nothing to do with how he fucked you until the sun came up. and you let him believe it, because it gives you an excuse to try it again.

𝓒HANGBIN

changbin always finds some way to derail your plans… you had hidden some aphrodisiac chocolates your had bought in hopes of surprising him with them later, but you were never the best at hiding things— your boyfriend finds them within the first day. mistaking them for regular candy, he eats them without a thought; and hours later he calls you desperately from the studio, hiding in the bathroom with his pants around his knees as he fists his aching cock. the lewd wet sounds echo against the tile and harmonize with his pretty low moans, all filtering directly into the phone’s speaker and making your pussy throb. “i need you so bad,” he whimpers, his hand speeding up, “need your pussy so bad…” detailing in a needy groan every nasty little thing he planned to do to you once he got home, the growl in his voice enough to make your legs shake. you hated to ruin the mood, but you just had to know; “binnie, did you eat those chocolates in the pantry?” “um… maybe?”

𝓗YUNJIN

the candies were his idea, actually— he figured they were a perfect addition to the films he liked to make. you couldn’t even call them sex tapes, with how careful and artistic hyunjin was in filming them… but he loved to film often, and was always coming up with new ways to keep things new and exciting. sharing candies between kisses on camera, hands wandering as you lay tangled together on the hotel bed. the both of you growing hotter and needier as time went on, gentle caresses turning into rough manhandling, tugging at each other’s clothes til you were both bare in eachother’s arms. hyunjin looks straight into the camera with a smirk as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, your face buried in the pillow to muffle your scream when he slides his thick long cock into your wet pussy with one firm thrust. he reaches over to pick the camera up off of it’s tripod, angles it down so it gets a clear view of your asscheeks bouncing against his abs from the force of his thrusts, his big hand pressing down on your arched back as his cock splits your creamy cunt open. neither of you last as long as usual, deeply affected by the aphrodisiac and desperate for release— he makes sure to get the best possible angle of him pulling out and cumming on your ass, pearly white ropes of cum decorating your flushed skin like a painting. you’re his favorite work of art, and he just can’t get enough of showing it off.

[sandwhitches]

hii! can i have a cherry popsicle abt suna confessing to the reader but he’s super nervous?? thanks so much! feel free to request smth from me if you’d like to do a little exchange:)

a/n: u must be a mind reader because i’ve LITERALLY been working on this exact prompt omg!!! it’s longer than a drabble (lowkey really long so i just formatted it like a fic☠️) because i already had most of it written when u requested so enjoy :3!! also u BET im gonna send u a request yay!!!

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨)

desc: suna is an idiot and seeks the help of an unlikely (and annoying, in his humble opinion) ally to help him confess to you

content: fem. reader, language, suna’s little sister guest star!!!!! (i love that he canonically has a little sister; she’s like middle school age in this ughhhh suna as a big brother makes me want to combust), suna pining for you like a big stupid idiot

wc: 1.5k

this is a part of my summer writing event!!! please feel free to send some requests my way :3

Suna Rintaro knows two things for certain: firstly, he’s absolutely in love with you, and secondly, he hasn’t a clue what to do about it. It was easier for him to come to terms with the latter, seeing as he’d spent most of his teenage years rolling his eyes at mushy displays of affection and taking the piss out of his friends who seemed to have traded all necessary brain function in exchange for falling in love. 

To him, falling in love this early on in life was as worthless and cheap as the chocolate he watched be gifted every Valentines Day; eventually, they’ll eat what they like and throw what they don’t in the trash, he’s seen it done countless times before, and he’d be stupid to let something like that happen to him. 

Still, here he is, knee-deep and sinking even deeper as the moments go by, he thinks falling in love might be like being pushed into quicksand. As odd as it is for him to admit it to himself, he doesn’t mind it at all.

There’s a certain giddiness that can’t be awarded any time other than when you talk to him. He spends the rest of the afternoon and evening thinking about your conversations, wondering if he said something wrong, thinking of all the ways he could have prolonged the exchange, and smiling fondly when he remembers he managed to make you laugh three times (a new record for him).

“What’s with that face?” Atsumu had interrupted Suna during one of the breaks at volleyball practice, his idiotic grin on full display in Rintaro’s face. Had he really been smiling just from thinking about you?

Suna had mumbled something that sounded like an awkward mixture of shut up and fuck off, quick to storm away in hopes that Atsumu didn’t catch the violent reddening of his cheeks. This is not good, he thinks, love can’t really be this hard to ignore, can it?

He’s put up a hard battle against this exact scenario, and he’s afraid you might have unknowingly thrown a wrench right into his fine tuned machine of a brain. If this really was a battle, he’s fine raising a white flag in order to get to make you laugh more often, for the slight possibility of getting to know if your lips really feel as soft as they appear, and the hope that one day he might forget all about what it was like not to be entirely in love with you. 

This is the nail in the coffin, his final surrender. Being in love really must make people stupid, because he’s nervously tugging his collar as he knocks on his younger sister's door. She chirps a surprised “Come in!” and Rintaro struggles to actually reach for the door, consumed with the reality of the fact that this really is where he’s ended up in his life. Great.

His sister gives him an incredulous look when she realizes it had been him who knocked, eyeing him suspiciously, “What do you want?” She mumbles in confusion, setting her pencil down. Suna parts his lips, mouth running dry, then sighs loudly, shaking his head. 

“What is it?” She inquires, sudden agitation laced in her tone. Rintaro looks at the ground, too embarrassed to see the inevitable shift in her expression when he asks, “What’s the right way to ask out a girl?” 

A silence follows that isn’t long enough in Suna’s opinion, quickly cut off by a loud bark of laughter, “No way! You’re asking me for advice?” 

Here’s another thing Suna Rintaro knew for certain, there’s no word that describes the extent in which his younger sister is the bane of his existence. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Suna mutters self-consciously. This probably was a bad idea in theory, but as much as it pains him to admit it, this is his last resort. He knows next to nothing about how to be normal about talking to you, let alone confess; something is better than nothing in this situation, and he swears to himself that he will make sure he never has to ask his sister for advice like this again. 

Love, when it comes to you, has to be a one and done thing. He’s sincerely praying to whoever is watching over him that he never has to feel the terror of confessing to anyone else again. It just has to be you. 

That’s why he’s here, standing about as stiff as a marble statue as he pushes a shaky finger to your doorbell, drawing his hand back swiftly as if it burned him. In a spurt of unexplainable confidence, Suna had asked if you wanted to hang out on Saturday, conveniently leaving out the part where he desperately wished for it to be more than just a hang out.

Earlier that morning, he’d been so close to chickening out that his sister, of all people, angrily dragged him to the nearest grocery store with a scowl.

 “Don’t get her roses, it’s way too soon for that kind of flower!” She snapped, swatting Suna’s hand away from the bouquet.

“Daisies? Seriously? Are you a serious?”

It would be an utter lie if Suna did not admit that he had no idea what his sister was talking about. If love really is this complex, maybe he’s not the right person for it. Still, he finds himself lingering on the face you make when you laugh, the way you’re the first person that he never got sick of texting into the early hours of the morning, and how you’re the only person that could ever make him reconsider that puppy love and crushes might mean something more than he’d given them credit for.

After all, the way he felt for you is what people call love, isn’t it?

Suna grips the assorted bouquet of colorful flowers that his sister had deemed good enough, listening to the sound of your front door clicking open. He’s doomed, this is a bad idea, and yet it’s the only thing he wants to do. 

How’d you get to be so beautiful? Suna wonders that a lot, in fact, it makes him angry that you’d just waltzed into his life like you did. It’s absolutely unfair, he was a dead man before he could even put up a fight. Falling in love with you was unavoidable from the beginning, but he seems to be just okay with that. 

“Oh!” Your eyes go wide, nonplussed by the bouquet in his hands, “Flowers for me?” You snicker, your laughter is probably the worst thing that could possibly happen right now, it makes everything ten times harder to do.

“Yeah, um-” Rintaro sputters, nervously darting his eyes around for the answer to your question. He knew the answer. You knew the answer.

Hastily, he holds it out for you to take, which you do without hesitation, “What’s the occasion?” 

Suna Rintaro knows two more things for certain: firstly, he’ll die if he doesn’t tell you how he feels, and secondly, you’re smart enough to have already surmised exactly what the occasion is. 

Everything his sister told him, advisories of “That’s too creepy!” and “Don’t be so blunt about it!” all fly to the back of his mind in exchange for the only things he can really manage to say. 

“Well,” Suna starts, cringing at the way his voice cracks, he knows this is about to be the world’s worst confession. 

“I, um, I got these for you because I think you’re really pretty,” you watch in bewilderment as his cheeks gradually saturate into a bright red, “but, that’s not just it!” Suna blurts, “You’re also really smart, and funny, and you’re probably the only person I could sit and talk to for hours without getting annoyed by-” Now, Suna is blatantly breaking the third piece of advice his sister had given him, don’t ramble.

“And, I really look forward to talking to you, even if it’s about boring stuff, I still want to hear you talk all day. Which, saying that out loud is really embarrassing for me, but, not because I’m embarrassed of you, I’m just embarrassed that I’m so-”

“Suna-” you interrupt, the cellophane wrap of the bouquet you held crackles as you lower it to see him better. You watch, partially in amusement, while the boy across from you struggles to comprehend everything he just said. 

Suna is done for when it comes to you, this was priorly understood, so why is it so hard to put it into words if it’s all he ever thinks about? “I like you a lot…is that okay?” He finally sighs, pale green eyes flickering up to search for a silent answer in the faltering of your expression. 

“That’s okay.” You nod, dumbfounded by the sudden declaration, each word was spoken with more confidence than anything you’ve ever heard him say before.

“Cool.” Suna nods dumbly.

“Cool.”

[nightwngz]

Could you do an enemies to lovers NSFW with Damian?

p.s. I’d just like to say your writing is SO good for someone whose first language isn’t English! I would not have known

ANIMALS !

older!damian x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮����𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . drabble. smut. porn without plot. Dirty talk, degradation. Dacryphilia, humiliation kink, praise kink, Damian is mean. Some bdsm. Aggressive sex, bondage. Oral sex and fingering, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . Okay, I get it. Damian is your favorite character on my account, I get requests for him all the time and I love that because who doesn't love Damian? So here we go again. By the way, I'm glad you liked my writing! It is almost impossible for me to write without any grammar or vocabulary mistakes, but I keep trying! Thanks🌷 (Pd: if you reblog this post it would help me a lot) <3

— Do you want to stop?

From the vulnerability of your bed, shackled hand and foot, you thought it was a bad decision to bother Damian for so long. You thought you were just being funny, that no one would care that you were harassing Bruce Wayne's son. You had no idea what he was capable of doing to you.

— No.

A mischievous smile played on his lips as he stood over you; you could feel his weight on your body. In an instant, however, you felt yourself fall hard against the mat in the room.

— What do you have to say now? — He admired you from on high. — Aren't you the same funny girl you always were?

The sole of his shoe brushed your cheek. You felt incredibly humiliated, as if you were an inferior being in his presence. He looked at your body as if it were worthless.

— This would be amazing for anyone to see you: tied up, naked, on my bedroom floor. I can see your dripping pussy from up here. Who knew the amazingly cool girl would like this? — His shoe began to press harder against the flesh of your face. — You like it rough, guess what, I'm the best at it when I put my mind to it.

The wetness from your pussy dripped down your legs, leaving gray stains on the carpet. Damian, aware of this, walked around to stand behind you to get a close-up view of your ass. He easily slid a finger through your swollen folds and instantly it was stained with so much accumulated moisture.

— Damian, what are you going to do? — you asked, somewhat anxiously, but received no answer.

He bent his face down until his breath was in contact with your pussy; you quickly felt a mere shiver from your nervousness. Soon you felt his lips, and not long after, his whole hand making an obscene sound inside you; sliding up and down your wet folds, not yet reaching the pleasurable point that made you go wild.

— Damian... — You moaned softly as you buried your face in the carpet.

He didn't stop moving, he just kept playing with every part of her crotch, making you wish he'd concentrate on the throbbing clit that needed attention.

One of his fingers hovered around your clitoris and began to caress it gently. Just as you thought you were about to come, he pulled away.

— Didn't I tell you, y/n? Bad girls don't have orgasms.

You quickly began to cry. You knew that if he didn't give it to you, it would be incredibly impossible for you to get that orgasm on your own. So from your position, you just moved closer and started begging.

Kneeling down, you approached him and looked at him with your tearful eyes. Lamenting, with your face at the level of his knees, you still looked at him from the ground.

— Damian, please... — You sobbed. — I'm sorry for all the things I've done to you, but I really need you. I want you to fuck me. I'll do anything you want.

The young man simply smiled as he watched his enemy from his clearly superior position.

— Lool at this, the famous y/n now begging losers for some attention? I feel sorry for you. — He said in reference to how you used to tell him he was a loser.

He cut your bonds with a knife. You felt relief as the blood began to flow again.

You didn't notice as he grabbed your neck, almost choking you. He pulled you roughly close to his face until his lips collided with yours in a dirty, loveless kiss.

Finally, he pushed your face to the floor and lifted your ass until it was in the ideal position to fuck you. Without further ado, he rammed you hard and began to move hard inside you. As hard and precise as if he were an animal.

— What's the matter? Is it incredibly hard to believe that only I can fuck you like this?

[savannahsdeath]

haiiiiii, this is my first time requesting 😖😖😖😖😖 what ab boxer ellie and boxer reader fucking ts out of each other 😖😖😖😖😖

BOXER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X BOXER!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! just.. smut

writers note: im so proud you trusted me with your first request??!!?!! omg also idk im no boxer so.. but i tried !! also this is some short drabble or whatever buut im posting it anyway because.. yes

you always admired ellie at the gym, what usually made your workout session worthless. you were a boxer, just like her. you knew every punch or kick you saw her do, it wasn't anything new nor special. yet, the way she did them brought your attention. her movements were fluid, quick, and precise. there was no hesitation or wasted energy. everything was a perfectly timed, deliberate attack. the way she moved was like liquid, weaving through the air with ease. she was art in motion, each strike a beautifully crafted, deadly dance.

and then, she saw you looking at her. her determinated expression got replaced by the playful smirk that made you lose your mind.

"hey!" she chuckled. "anything interesting?"

her green shirt was clinging to her body, exposing every curve and muscle. it was difficult not to keep staring at her.

you tried to compose yourself, to play it cool and not let her get to you. "just watching you, and thinking about all the ways i could beat you." you gave her a cheeky grin, and raised your eyebrow to let her know you're not one to be messed with.

she laughed and approached you. "care to show me on a practice session later?" she asked playfully.

"of course!" you smiled back at her, your heart racing as her body draws nearer to yours with each step. still, you played along, pretending to be confident and totally-not-impressed. "who knows, maybe i can show you a thing or two that you haven't seen before." you added with a smirk on your own face.

as she got close, you could feel the heat from her body and see how her shirt clings to her curves like second skin. your face flushed with blood and you had to look away, unable to keep a steady gaze as she drew your eyes back to her with that inviting smirk.

that's how you ended up between her legs, showing her 'a thing or two she haven't seen before'. your tongue dipped inside her cunt, collecting everything in your mouth. then, you moved to lick her folds sleek, carefully moving up and down, stopping at her clit to suck on it. she was trying her best to stay quiet and keep her 'unbothered' facade, but you thought it's useless after she failed once. oh, how oblivious she was to the fact that you could feel how her hips moved closer to your face.

"are we- fuck, do we practice the same boxing?" she mumbled, trying to sit up and look at you but ending up squirming even more.

the air, disturbed by the vibration of your laugh, hit her inner thighs. she squeezed them around your head, but your hands quickly parted them back to their previous position.

"i don't know about you, but that's what i practiced." you replaced your tongue with your fingers, rubbing her clit while you pulled away and sat up, letting her see you. "is that something... new for you?"

she whined and moaned out a; 'fuck you', before regaining her composure and adding a more confident; "i can do just as much."

not long after that, your places swapped. you admired how full of energy she was, even though she struggled to speak not long ago.

"what happened to the 'no fucking before an important fight'?" you taunted - your breathless state wasn't enough to stop you from teasing her.

after that, she pushed two of her fingers into your puffy cunt. you gasped as your ability to speak went missing, your cheeks shining with not even bright red as an uncontrollable groan in form of her name escaped your mouth.

"i was just about to ask you 'what happened to you stuttering and blushing everytime you talk to me?'" she made a dramatic pause, letting her fingers pump in and out of you, closely watching your reaction to every move so she would figure out where your sensitive spot was. it took her about two times, or more but really fast ones, your sense of time got ruined and you weren't sure. "but there you are."

[deerlino]

Hey!

I don't know if you write things like that,but could you maybe write a member x fem reader oneshot/drabble inspired by the song afraid by the neighbourhood? Like make it angstyyyy,jst like the song.Been feeling like this song lately.I know you write incredibly good,and i trust you with thatttt.

Ofc it's totally okay if you don't want to write this <33

I hope you have a great day and never forget to drink water and take care of yourself!❤️❤️

i’m still afraid ( lmh. )

lee minho | fem!reader

“i wake up, i’m afraid somebody else might take my place.”

synopsis. you and minho confront his deep-seated doubts and fears, grappling with the complexities of love and acceptance in your relationship. (857 words)

content. angst, based on the song “afraid” by the neighborhood, established relationship, anxiety, self-worth issues, relationship struggles, communication issues, insecurities, hurt/comfort, ambiguous ending (?)

warnings. physical violence (minho slams his fist into a wall once), emotional distress (self-doubt, anxiety, and feelings of worthlessness), verbal conflict (heated arguments and shouting between characters), depression, anxiety and fear

authors notes. long time no chat! sorry for disappearing—i've been on vacation in italy, so writing took a backseat. >_< but i managed to squeeze in this request on the bus. hope you enjoy it, anon! <3 i tried to stick to the song as much as possible, but i did go off track a bit while writing—hope that's okay. T_T love serving up some delicious angst for you guys, haha. enjoy! (ps: thanks for the sweet words, anon. really appreciate it, my love!) <3 <3

The room feels suffocatingly small as you and Minho stand on opposite sides, the silence between you filled with the echoes of your harsh words. It’s another night where his self-doubt and anxiety have spiraled into a fight that neither of you can control.

“Why do you always have to push me away?” you shout, frustration boiling over. “Why can’t you see that I’m here because I love you?!”

Minho’s eyes are wild with emotion, his voice trembling as he retorts, “You don’t get it! You never will! I’m nothing but a burden to you.”

“Stop saying that!” you scream, tears streaming down your face. “You’re not a burden. You’re everything to me, but you keep trying to convince me otherwise.”

He turns away, his shoulders shaking. “Maybe you should listen to me for once. Maybe you’d be better off without me.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you struggle to breathe. “Do you really want me to leave? Is that what you want?”

He slams his fist into the wall, leaving a dent. “No! But I can’t stand the thought of you wasting your time on someone like me.”

You step closer, your voice softer now but no less intense. “Minho, look at me. Please.”

He reluctantly turns, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with despair. “Why can’t you see it? I’m broken. I’m scared all the time that you’ll see what a mess I am and leave.”

You reach out, your hand trembling, and cup his face. “I’m not going anywhere. I love you, even when you’re a mess. Especially when you’re a mess.”

He pulls away, his voice breaking. “But why? Why would you stay? Everyone else left when they saw the real me.”

Your heart breaks at his words, the raw pain in his voice cutting deep. “Because I’m not them. I’m not going to leave you just because things get tough. I want to be here for you, Minho. I want to help you.”

He laughs bitterly, wiping at his tears with the back of his hand. “You can’t fix me. No one can.”

“I’m not trying to fix you,” you whisper, stepping closer again. “I just want to love you. Is that so hard to accept?”

He looks at you, his expression a mixture of anger and sorrow. “Yes, it is. Because I don’t feel worthy of your love.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “But you are. You’re worth everything to me.”

He collapses onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. “I wish I could believe that.”

You sit beside him, placing a hand on his back. “We can work through this together. We can find a way.”

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with hopelessness. “What if we can’t? What if I drag you down with me?”

“Then we’ll figure it out,” you say firmly. “But I’m not giving up on you, Minho. Not now, not ever.”

- - -

One night, you find him sitting on the balcony, staring out into the darkness. You join him, the cool night air doing little to soothe the tension between you.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask softly.

He doesn’t look at you, his voice barely above a whisper. “How easy it would be for you to leave.”

You feel a pang of hurt but try to keep your voice calm. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve told you that.”

He finally turns to you, his eyes filled with unshed tears. “But what if one day you wake up and realize I’m not worth it? That all this pain and struggle isn’t worth it?”

You take his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Minho, I won’t lie to you. It’s hard sometimes. But I love you, and that makes it worth it. We’ll get through this.”

He shakes his head, pulling his hand away. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do,” you insist, your voice breaking. “You deserve to be loved and cared for. You deserve happiness.”

He stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth. “No, I don’t. I’m a mess. I’m scared all the time. I push you away because I can’t stand the thought of you realizing I’m not worth it and leaving.”

You stand up too, blocking his path. “Minho, stop. Just stop. You’re not alone in this. I’m here, and I want to be here. Please, let me help you.”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with anguish. “How? How can you help me when I can’t even help myself?”

“We can get through this together,” you say desperately. “We can find help, talk to someone. We can do whatever it takes, but you have to let me in.”

He collapses back onto the chair, his head in his hands. “I’m so scared,” he whispers.

You kneel beside him, wrapping your arms around him. “I know. But you don’t have to be scared alone. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

It won’t be easy, but with love and patience, you know you can help Minho heal. And maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll believe that he’s worth it too.

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[yayakoishii]

Hello, I’ve loved seeing all of your One Piece content recently! Could I request a Sanji and a fellow straw hat reader who recently got married? I saw something recently about how once Sanji gets married, there would come a moment where someone would call ‘Vinsmoke’ and both would turn their heads and it would just cause Sanji to get emotional because he finally shares a last name with someone who doesn’t see him as worthless. Someone who instead looks at him like he single-handedly placed every star in the sky. If you don’t end up writing this that’s alright, I at least wanted to share this little scenario.

Vinsmoke | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 600

Genre: Fluff, minor angst?

A/n: *laughs in still haven't read past Ch. 526* Hey there requester <3 Firstly, I'm happy to hear you enjoy my writing! Thank you so much for this absolutely lovely request. You actually requested it when they were closed but I found it too cute and wanted to write it– even though I haven't reached that part in the manga yet. But, I wrote based on the things I learnt from fanfics (and whatever I got spoiled about, lol) so this might be inaccurate? I would have loved to expand but I need to know the entire backstory properly before I could do that TT Still, I had a fun time writing this cute drabble! Hope you enjoy it ♡

also available on ao3!

Sanji woke up to the most beautiful sight in his entire life– you lying next to him, curled up against his chest from where he could see your hair spilling over the pillow and your relaxed face. This was the sight he was going to wake up every day to, from now on, and the thought of it made him feel like the most blessed man on Earth.

You shifted a little, burrowing closer into him, as if you two were already sticking to each other. He could feel your skin on his own, reminders of the night before but all he could feel at the moment was overwhelming love. He couldn't hold back when he saw your hand with a ring come up to lie above his heart. The choked off sound he let out woke you up, and you looked up at him with sleepy puffy eyes.

"Sanji…?" You mumbled, humming in contentment when he wrapped you up in his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my love," he said quietly, gathering you into his arms, his own wedding band grazing your back as he did so. You shivered at the sudden cold touch but looked at him with dopey eyes full of so much love that he felt blinded. "Just thinking of how lucky I am."

The two of you eventually rolled out of the hotel bed and got ready to leave for your trip. You were on your honeymoon, a week long trip to a famous vacation island that had a lot of fun activities. Sanji had gotten ready first and gone down to the lobby to discuss something with the staff. You hurried up and joined him there after you had made sure that all the marks he left on you were hidden well under your clothes. You were not embarrassed by them – but you were also a private person who preferred to keep certain things to yourself. The love Sanji made to you was something no one else has to see or know. It was something just for you to experience.

You checked out at the reception since you had the room key and were about to make your way to Sanji when the hotel staff behind you suddenly called out, "Vinsmoke-san?"

"Yes?" You turned around automatically, feeling a little giddy. You had been preparing for this ever since Sanji proposed to you. To be called by his name, to be called his…

You didn't notice Sanji's reaction because of your own thoughts. The blonde had turned to answer the call only to be left dumbfounded when he realised the staff had called for you. You, who were now Vinsmoke (Y/n), had replied back with so much ease, like you had been answering to it your whole life.

And it was like someone had pulled his heart out of his chest and clenched it– it was both painful and pleasing to him that you were a Vinsmoke now. The first one to always be by his side, the first one to protect him even though he was clearly no longer the weak boy he once was. The first one to look at him like he hung the stars in the sky, the first one to love and accept him for who he was– you were now his first, real family. The family he had chosen and started. The family who loved him.

"Sanji?" Your concerned voice jolted him out of his thoughts and he blinked, feeling his eyes wet suddenly. His face was cradled gently in your soft hands as you looked up at him, silently asking him why he was about to cry. "What got you like this?"

Sanji swallowed the heavy lump he could feel in his throat, like his emotions had turned into a ball and were trying to come up his throat. He blinked away the last vestiges of his tears, instead wrapping you up in his arms again.

"You being mine now," he whispered, knocking his forehead gently against yours. His clear blue eyes looked straight into yours as he added, "In heart, mind, name and life."

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[raven--bones]

lil incubus drabble! got inspired and couldn't help but write it out hehehe

gender neutral mage apprentice reader characters: killer, nightmare (/reader eventually hehe) word count: about 2120 summary: reader practices summoning demons, but things don't quite go to plan.

You have a knack for magic. Something about it just comes easy to you. But refining that talent is still an arduous undertaking. Years of study have gotten you this far, slowly rising through the rankings and you’re at the last and most important stage to become an official mage– summoning. 

Your world is intrinsically tied to the demon realm, a plane of magical beings that can be called upon to fulfill requests by those skilled enough to summon them. There are many kinds to summon and you’ve spent years perfecting the theory behind it all. It was finally time to put it into practice. 

The rules for summoning are simple; follow the instructions strictly, never make a deal with a demon, never break the salt circle, and never catch a demon’s attention.

You had everything you need. Candles, charcoal, herbs. You cleared a nice big space in your little apartment so you can make the summoning circle and protective salt barrier extra big, just in case. You wanted to make sure you get the runes perfect, and you didn’t want the minor imp you were going to summon to be cramped. 

The sun was setting through your window, casting everything in beautiful shades of pink and orange. The perfect time for a quick little summoning, when the veil was starting to thin. So you got to work. 

Your pronunciation was perfect. Your layout was exquisite. If you were being graded you knew you’d have top marks for going by the book.

And yet you made a mistake. Somehow. 

The skeletal demon blinking at you from inside the salt circle is not an imp. Your best guess is he’s a minor incubus, both from the way he’s eyeing the salt at his feet and the scarcity of his robes. He’s decorated rather finely in gold which is unusual for someone of his status, but if he was any stronger than a minor demon he’d surely have gotten through the ridiculously trivial protections you put in place. 

“Um.” You double check your book just to be sure. You’re still on the page for minor imps, the circle is identical to the one you drew, and yet the proof of your mistake is before your eyes. 

The demon’s already lost the surprised look on his face and is grinning at you, boney tail whipping back and forth at his feet. He cocks his skull at you, black ichor dripping from his eyes. The gold chain attached to the cuffs on his horns clinks softly with the movement.

“whatcha got there?” 

You ignore him. You’re still flipping through your notes, desperate for an answer. How did you mess up this badly? 

“aw, summon me all the way here and don’t even wanna chat. i’m hurt.” 

You groan when you finally see it. You can’t believe you made such a simple mistake. You drop to the floor with a huff, sitting cross legged while you sort through the many papers and books strewn about. You somehow copied the wrong incantation. The circle and pronunciation were perfect, but your words were entirely wrong. You make sure to highlight a big red circle around the spell you read and note it as ‘chatty incubus’. 

But… that still shouldn’t have summoned him. If anything it should’ve failed– there should’ve been a little puff of smoke in the circle signaling your error, not an entire incubus standing there despite it. 

The summoning circles are combined with incantations to help focus your mana when summoning, the complex runes and shapes combining into an intricate language that filters your demand into very specific instructions for the realm’s magic to follow. Without the proper circle an incantation should be worthless, your mana too unfocused to express your intent clearly. 

And yet. 

The incubus drops into a crouch, studying you. “you messed up, huh?” 

You look up, finally taking him in. Short but sharp horns, black liquid dripping from empty, half-moon sockets. A red soul hovering in front of his ribs, sharp teeth drawn wide in an easy-going grin. His tail moves back and forth behind him like a mischievous cat’s, the sharp, gleaming gold tip just barely avoiding the salt circle. 

You don’t want to admit your mistake to a demon. You weren’t prepared for anything more impressive than the weakest of imps– even a minor incubus is out of your scope for another few years. They’re tricky and manipulative and fully capable of making deals that humans will regret. 

You shake your head and keep your gaze down. No distractions. You need to get rid of him before you make another mistake and things get really bad. “I’m going to send you back in a moment. I just need to find my notes.” 

The demon whines, “but i just got here. wouldn’t it be easier to just give me a task to fulfill the summons?”

You perse your lips. That is true. Your intent behind this summons was to tell the imp to do something simple so they’d be automatically sent back. Even just asking them to jump up and down three times would’ve worked. But now… you’d rather send him back the official way, with an incantation. You don’t want to misstep and–

“i can give you a better summoning circle. one you won’t find in any lame textbook.” He sounds coy. You shouldn’t trust him. But… you have to admit, your curiosity is piqued. It’s not like him just giving you the circle would be bad, anyway. You don’t have to use it if it seems dangerous.

“Fine. Your task is to give me this ‘better’ circle.” It easy enough to find a spare sheet of paper and pen and pass it to him. “What is it?”

The demon mirrors you, sitting cross-legged and setting the paper down to draw. “it’s just a simpler basic summoning circle. more efficient. totally fool proof.” He says it easily but you don’t trust him. There’s no telling what his motivations are for giving this to you, and if his claims are true it’s not like you can cross-reference it in a textbook. “the protections you silly mortals want are included so you don’t even need to use the salt.”

“There’s no way I’m believing that.”

The incubus shrugs with a wink. “you don’t have to. keep using the salt if you want, it won’t help any.” 

When he passes the paper back to you the charcoal on the ground begins to smoke. 

“ah, looks like our time’s up. it was nice meeting you, mageling. if you ever wanna chat again, you know how to find me~” The deep black portal that opens up at his feet swallows him up before you can even speak, leaving no trace of him after it closes with a snap. 

You breathe a sigh of relief and take a look at his drawing. Sure enough, he drew a crude summoning circle. The runes are all placed correctly, but they aren’t any you recognize. It does look simple, though. You’re surprised to see he included an incantation. This one is written in script you do recognize, though it is decidedly ancient. The older incantations were never your forte. 

The incantation is short, barely longer than the imp incantation you failed to read, but you don’t understand it. You can parse a word here and there, but… surely you’re not actually considering it. But it seems simple.

You could be the first human to use this circle and incantation. The reports you could write on it could become award-winning. Maybe you’ll streamline a whole new method of basic summoning and have your name in the textbooks! It’s worth a shot. If you put the right protections in place, what could go wrong?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Just to be safe you make an extra salt circle. You don’t see any breaks in the first one but you want to be safe. That incubus could’ve shifted it just enough when he was here and you might not have noticed. 

The new summoning circle really is simple. It has just over half of the runes of the basic imp circle, though the interlocking lines and circles are a bit more complicated. The demon’s drawing is crude so it’s difficult to get the angles right, but you’re pretty sure it’s correct. 

The incantation is another matter. The handwriting is terrible and you’re not as familiar with the old script so you do your best to copy it down clearly. If it doesn’t work you can always double-check it with an old dictionary from the library. 

By now you’ve been at this for hours. Your living room is thankfully bright from the ceiling light and all the candles, but you don’t want to keep at this for too long. Things get unpredictable the later you work. The veil thins at night, and especially on the full moon. 

You can see it peeking through your window, though the reflection from your ceiling light on the glass ruins the view. You can do a bit of stargazing after this last attempt for the night.

You double check everything one more time. Two perfect circles of salt, not a single grain out of place. The charcoal circle is pristine and accurate. Your incantation is… probably correct, give or take a letter. At worst it’ll fail and you’ll have to fan the smoke out of your apartment. 

You can do this. 

You haven’t yet taken the more advanced courses where the old incantations get worked into the curriculum–you were expecting to really study the ancient language and script in a year or two–but you’re passable. 

You speak slowly and as clearly as you can, but you still stumble over the words slightly. 

Things look promising as you work your way through the phrases. The candles flicker. You can feel the mana supercharged in the air, coalescing in the center of the circles. At the last word your lights go out, the candles extinguishing, and the charcoal runes on the floor glint with dull reflections of moonlight through the window. 

It’s so dark. You reach out for the switch but your hand brushes against something cold and unpleasant. It moves under your touch, pulling back towards the center of the room and away from you. You take a step back and stumble on a stack of books, tumbling to the floor ungracefully. 

It’s far, far too dark. The shadows around you stretch further than they should, made up of an inky darkness that looks like you could fall into it. You can’t see through the circles anymore. A column of shadows has taken up occupation in them, filling them out to the thin line of salt separating you from whatever it is that you just summoned. 

The darkness blinks at you. A sharp cyan light, far above your head even if you were standing, pins you in place. The shadows move, deliberately, and suddenly you’re able to make out the shapes in the void. Large curving horns– one broken nearly at the base. That single bright eye in a socket like endless void. A relaxed grin of sharp teeth. Broad shoulders and a broad ribcage. Long arms of thick bone ending in large hands tipped in sharp claws. Fine silk robes, brilliant silver jewelry. Digitigrade legs ending in more sharp claws. Shadows curl around him and you realize you’re seeing the silhouette of four massive tentacles coming from his back. 

You watch as the demon takes a step forward, scuffing the salt circle like he didn’t even know it was there. The only thing that could’ve kept you safe is now strewn about at your feet. 

Not that something as simple as salt could save you from an archdemon. There is nothing you can do. You’re helpless.

That sharp cyan eye looks down at the charcoal summoning circle you so painstakingly replicated, then moves back up to the notecard clutched in your hands. He continues to examine your room; the furniture, the stacks of books, eventually stopping on the rough drawing the little incubus gave you on the floor beside you. 

A tentacle picks it up and deposits it in his claws. It looks so much smaller in his hands. He glances at it for only a moment before letting it flutter back to the ground. He puts a hand to his chin and rests the other against his hip, skull tilted ever so slightly as he stares you down.

The look on his face sends a chill down your spine, an icy pit of fear opening up in your stomach. It’s one of the most dangerous expressions to see on a demon. 

“Interesting.”

Curiosity. 

“Very interesting.”

[arafilez]

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You look outside your window and lean your head against it, letting the room's quietness consume you. Your eyes follow a group of kids on their bicycles laughing and playing around on the road on the spring morning. It is beautiful actually! The air smells nice with all the flowers, the breeze is cool and the birds are singing but none of that removes the emptiness within you.

The negligence to do anything at all, the knowledge that you will probably mess up even if you try well haunts inside your mind as if it has dug up a hole and peacefully rests there. You look over at the dirty pile of papers you wanted to arrange for your project last night and sigh.

What’s the point? You will probably fail it anyway! The room looks a mess, unlike your mind! Your mind is peaceful. Cool, calm and useless. It has established you are good for nothing, a house of cards which will break with the lightest gush of wind. Or is it working through the torture in its sails? You don’t know.

You would rather not solve anything with this irresponsible and useless self of yours. A creak of your door makes you look up in panic. Did your forgetful self not lock the door? Your eyes widen in fear, breaths shallowing and mind hazed. Something’s severely wrong and you are the cause of it.

Your breath quickens and becomes heavier as your eyes dart frantically across the room until your eyes lock with your roommate Gyuvin and his brown eyes that are filled with concern. “Gyu hey,” you mutter out as cheerfully as possible as Gyuvin’s eyes hold yours and a shudder rakes through your body.

He can’t. He won’t possibly know what is going on with you. Is anything going on with you?

“Are you okay?” he asks, crossing the room with quick strides and gently threading his fingers with yours as you nod. Yes, you are fine, you just feel worthless and that’s realistic. So basically you are fine.

Gyuvin’s eyes go over your features and the past few weeks come crashing back to him- the small amounts of dinner you had, your messy desk, your reluctance to attend classes and so many more issues he had missed. He knew something was wrong and his instinct suffered from the idea while his conscience told him he was overreacting. But today he knew!

He looks at you and whispers, “Hey we’re gonna be okay,” and you snort. You probably want to cry but what is the point? And what does he know? You might never be okay anymore. Your throat constricts and you choke a light sob as you feel Gyuvin’s arm circle around yours. You cannot break down; you have been building it up so well and must use it when needed.

But when Gyuvin puts his head over yours, his arms becoming tighter around your body, your eyes tear up at everything that has happened for so long and worsened over the past few weeks. A small tear runs down your eyes and his fingers hold your hand tighter.

Pressing a light kiss at the top of your head and making a mental note to book an appointment Gyuvin caresses your fingers. He knows he can’t fully help you but he will do whatever he can. Even if it means, holding you and never letting go.

Because you need someone and he will gladly be that someone any day of his life.

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More Than Anything (Christopher Bangchan X F! Reader) ☁️🔥 Summary: You and Bangchan had been in a very healthy relationship for 8 months. It was obvious that you were both head over heels, but there was a tiny issue...you've never had sex before. This is the story of how Chan slowly helped you gain confidence for your first time with him.

Switching it Up (Lee Minho X F! Reader) ☁️🔥 Summary: Throughout you and Minho's entire relationship, one thing was absolutely certain: He was dominant, and you were submissive. But after a talk with Jisung one day at work, Minho starts to consider letting you take charge.

⭐ Insecurity, Begone (Seo Changbin X F! Reader) ☁️😭 Summary: Changbin doesn't want to weigh you down with his insecurities. Specifically on his stomach. Sadly, you're not as oblivious as he thinks.

Laced With Love (Seo Changbin X F! Reader) 🔥 Summary: Your friend gave you chocolates laced with an aphrodisiac as a joke for your birthday. But before you could warn him, you found him stuffing his face with the little "gift". This is the story of how that went.

Adore You (Hwang Hyunjin X F! Reader) 🔥☁️ Summary: A difficult work situation leaves you feeling beyond upset and worthless. Luckily for you, you have a boyfriend who wants to help make you feel all better, and prove to you that you are truly perfect in every way, shape, and form.

Steamy Morning (Han Jisung X F! Reader) 🔥 Summary: Pretty much just a hot morning with Jisung cuz I can't get this scenario out of my head :/

⭐ Want So Bad (Han Jisung X F! Reader) 🔥 Summary: Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin were hanging out. Upon getting some munchies, Jisung found some gummies that seemed to look appetizing enough. However, someone forgot to read a label...

SERIES

The Roomie Effect (Lee Minho X F! Reader X Han Jisung) ☁️🔥🤣 Summary: You're roommates with your friend Jisung and his boyfriend, Minho. The downsides? You're attracted to both of them, and they're a fairly...active couple. Little do you know; they're also attracted to you. And they want you to be in their relationship with them.

⭐Bridge Over Troubled Lovers (Christopher Bangchan X F! Reader) 🔥☁️🤣😭 Summary: You are the daughter of the Hwang family, a family infamous for their line of beauty products and even more so for their eldest son: Hyunjin. You're in the market for a husband, but sadly, you don't catch anyone's eye. Not until a fateful evening, where the eldest son of the Bahng family changes everything.

DRABBLES

Hard Jisung Thought...🔥

The Little Things (GN! Reader) ☁️ Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

⭐ When You Feel Insecure...(skz OT8 x Midsize! GN! Reader) ☁️🤣

SKZ on Weed 🤣☁️ BANGCHAN | MINHO | CHANGBIN | HYUNJIN JISUNG | FELIX | SEUNGMIN | JEONGIN

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree (Bangchan X Changbin X Hyunjin); a masterpiece? 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

WRITING 101

INTRODUCTION

PARAGRAPHS

POINT OF VIEWS

[softxsuki]

1.5k Follower Event Song Drabble "Begin Again" With Marius (TOT)

This event is now closed. You can view the masterlist here.

Request: Hey! Congratulations on 1.5k followers I really love your writing and you deserve even more 😎 id like to request a song inspired Drabble for Marius :D of the song begin again by Taylor swift, it was hard to pick a lyric but I think I’ll go with “I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny, cause he never did”. It’s no problem if you can’t do it but either way thanks for doing this event 👍

| Pairing: Marius x Gn!Reader| Genre: Fluff with a bit of angst | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 660 |

Warnings: mentions of ex, bad past relationship

Note: No idea why this request deleted itself from my inbox, but thankfully I copy and pasted them all in advance heh. Finally onto the song drabble part of this event. The fact that this has been going on for a year now...and now I'm almost at 2k followers...wild.

Anxiety filled you as you entered the quaint cafe the guy you’d been speaking to for a few days now recommended. You don’t know what persuaded you to agree to go out with him as your past relationship had ended horribly not too long ago. The guy was full of himself and made you feel worthless, criticizing every little thing you did. But for some reason, walking into Marius at that art gallery, you felt…different.

A good kind of different.

So when he started up a conversation with you, ultimately asking for your number to keep in contact, you gave it to him. You didn’t expect much. After all, all guys were like your ex…right?

You’re thoroughly surprised to see him already sitting at a table as you walk through the cafe, a bright smile on his face as he waves at you, inviting you over to sit with him. As you approach the table, he quickly stands up and runs to the other side of the table, pulling your chair out for you, making you pause in shock, your lips parting slightly in awe. What was this?

“After you, Y/N,” he says gently, nudging his head towards the seat, urging you to take a seat, shaking you out of your shock as you softly thank him. You take a seat as he pushes you in, before he runs back around the table to his seat across from you.

“What would you like to drink or eat, or both?” He asks, eyes bright in interest. “It’s on me.”

Every second of this interaction was shocking to you, mentally comparing everything to your ex, nothing was going as you thought it would, but in a good way…

“Oh that’s okay, I can pa-” 

“Nope, I got it. I was the one that invited you out anyway,” he smiles reassuringly, gently resting his hand on yours when you reach for your wallet, pausing your actions.

Guess you couldn’t argue with that as you sigh in defeat, nodding your head as you tell him what you want. Watching his back as he stands up and walks up to order it, leaving you with your jumbled thoughts.

First he was early, then he pulled your chair out for you, and now he’s paying for your drink…was this some kind of prank? Your ex never did any of this for you, not before he was your boyfriend and especially not while he was your boyfriend. 

Returning with your drink, you both engage in conversation, feeling your chest lighten the more you speak to him. He was so gentle with his words, throwing compliments your way and listening to everything you had to say. 

Your heart nearly stops in your chest when he throws his head back and a cute laugh leaves his lips. Did he really find that funny? 

“How strange…you think I’m funny when he never did,” you mumble to yourself, feeling your face heat up when he chuckles, resting his chin in his hands as his attention goes back to you.

“Who never did?” He asks curiously.

“I- sorry, I can’t help but keep comparing things here to my past relationship. It’s so strange how…kind you are.”

“Hmm, well I think it’s strange how genuinely into art you are, so I guess we’re both a little shocked. At least I hope that’s a good thing for you, because it definitely is for me,” his eyes light up even more.

He wasn’t even upset that you had mentioned your ex, probably sensing your shock since you walked in and now happy that he at least knew why you were so shocked. It was in that moment that you felt it, that small familiar feeling blooming in your chest again for the first time in years. All happening before your eyes in this tiny cafe on a random Wednesday afternoon. And it was all thanks to the purple eyed man in front of you…

Posted: 9/9/2024

[livelaughwhump]

request if you want to! maybe the team celebrating elliot´s first birthday after his captivity?

Masterlist

This is such a great idea! And it's perfect too, because my birthday is at the end of this month! 😊

Content: mention of past noncon, mentioned of past torture, drugging mentioned, force-feeding mentioned, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

If I forgot any content warnings, please let me know!

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Elliot awoke feeling nothing but dread. He stared at his bedside alarm clock, watching the minutes tick by endlessly. 7:10, 7:11, 7:12. The longer he watched, the more he dreaded getting out of bed. He’d known this day was coming. Lyra had been looking forward to it for months, and Elliot always pretended to share the same excitement, but on the inside, he felt nothing but resentment towards this day.

As a gentle knock sounded on the other side of his door, Elliot debated pretending to still be asleep. Before he could decide, however, the door opened and Lyra’s smiling face peeked inside. “Morning, sunshine,” she said, her large grin stretching from ear to ear. “Happy birthday.”

Elliot forced a smile to his face and sat up in bed. “M-Morning, Lyra.”

Lyra pushed the door fully open to reveal the rest of the team standing there. Elliot’s smile faltered, but he kept it plastered to his face. The team flooded into his room and crowded around his bed. Lyra held a tray in both hands that Elliot knew must’ve been carrying his favorite breakfast. It was Lyra’s favorite tradition to make him blueberry pancakes and eat with him in bed.

Elliot’s face hurt with how hard he was trying to maintain his smile, but he refused to let it fall. He wouldn’t ruin this for Lyra like he ruined everything else.

“Happy birthday, Elliot!” Yvonne exclaimed, clasping her hands together. The rest of the team echoed the phrase as Lyra set the tray on his lap. As it did every year but last, his breakfast consisted of blueberry pancakes and orange juice. Looking at it, Elliot’s forced smile grew slightly more genuine.

“Th-Thanks, e-everyone. You-You didn’t have to d-do this.”

“Oh, hush,” Lyra said. “Like we would ever skip giving you breakfast in bed on your birthday.”

Elliot shrugged. “To be fair, m-most of my meals are-are served in bed.”

Lyra waved away his comment. “Eat. It’s your day, so we can do anything you want.”

“Within reason, of course,” Karine added.

Lyra ignored her. “How do you wanna celebrate, sunshine?”

“Um…w-well, can-can I e-eat first?”

“Of course! We’ll be out in the living room whenever you’re done,” Lyra said, standing up in order to guide the rest of the team out of the room. Elliot internally sighed in relief. All his life, Lyra like to eat with him on his birthday while they discussed how to spend it. He was grateful that they hadn’t forgotten his newfound discomfort when it came to eating in front of others.

Elliot took a bite of his pancakes, and he couldn’t help but smile.

. . .

Once Elliot had finished, he piled all his dishes onto the tray Lyra had left and carried them to the kitchen. The moment he left his room, however, he paused. Everyone was sitting in the living room around the coffee table, on top of which was a small pile of wrapped gifts. Elliot’s heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. Somehow, he’d completely forgotten about the concept of birthday gifts. Cold dread pooled in the pit of his stomach.

Yvonne was the first to notice him, though she didn’t notice his distress. “Are you finished, El? I can take your dishes from you, if you’d like.”

Elliot forced another smile to his face. He guessed he’d be doing that a lot today. “Um, th-that’s okay. I-I’ve got it.”

“If you’re sure,” she said. “You can just leave them in the sink. We’ll get to them later.”

Elliot nodded wordlessly and pushed himself to move into the kitchen. He paused again when he noticed the cake sitting in the middle of the table. Elliot tore his gaze away and gently dumped his dirty dishes into the sink. He bit his lip to hold back his tears as he braced himself against the kitchen counter. Despite his best efforts, hot tears oozed out of the corners of his eyes and trickled down his cheeks.

Elliot buried his face in his hands to muffle his cries. He didn’t want to think about it. He was safe now. His friends would never hurt him on his birthday. The gifts were safe, the cake was safe. He’d never have to spend a day like that again. Right?

Fucking pathetic. You can’t even celebrate your own birthday without bursting into tears? It’s not like you didn’t deserve what happened last year

“Elliot?” a soft voice said, breaking Elliot out of his endless spiral. He sniffled and quickly tried to wipe away his tears as he faced whoever stood behind him. Of course, it was Lyra. They wore an expression of concern, despite the clearly fake smile Elliot plastered to his tear-streaked face.

“H-Hi, L-Lyra. S-Sorry, I-I got a little d-distracted,” he tried to assure them.

Lyra clearly wasn’t buying his excuse. She tilted her head to the side and gently opened her arms. Elliot’s smile faded. His eyes welled again, and he collapsed into her arms, crying silently into her shoulder. Lyra held him tight, gently brushing his hair.

“I-I’m so s-sorry, Lyra,” he cried.

Lyra gently shushed him. “It’s okay, sunshine. I figured something like this might happen. That’s why I came to check on you.”

Elliot looked up at her with teary eyes. “You-You knew this would h-happen?”

“I didn’t know what would happen,” they answered. “All I knew was that you probably weren’t treated very well on your last birthday.”

Elliot sniffled, another round of tears pouring down his face. “I-I wasn’t. It was the w-worst day of my life.”

Lyra held him a little tighter. “Do you want to talk about it? Maybe we can help.”

Elliot hesitated. He knew he’d feel better if he talked about it, but just thinking about that day made Elliot feel sick. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stomach talking about it. Still, he knew he could trust his friends.

Elliot nodded and followed Lyra back to the living room, where the rest of the team still waited around the pile of gifts. Elliot refused to look at the gifts as he sat down beside Lyra on the couch and leaned against their shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” Karine asked.

“We thought we heard crying,” Broderick added.

Lyra glanced down at Elliot, expecting him to explain, but when it was clear he wasn’t going to, they said, “Apparently, Elliot’s birthday brings up some bad memories from last year.” She turned to look at him again. “Are you sure you want to talk about it, sunshine? You don’t have to.”

Elliot nodded. “I-I do,” he answered softly. “I just n-need a minute to-to gather my th-thoughts.”

Lyra smiled proudly. Elliot had come so far in terms of communicating his wants and needs. They wrapped an arm around his back and gave his shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Take your time, sunshine. No one is going to judge you.”

Elliot took a deep breath and hesitantly glanced up at the sympathetic faces of his friends staring back at him. “My-My twenty-second birthday was-was the w-worst day of my l-life,” he began. “M-Master was e-extra c-cruel to me. I didn’t even kn-know it was my birthday un-until he greeted me that-that morning to-to feed me. L-Last year, on-on my birthday, M-Master in-invited all his friends over.” He turned his gaze down to his lap and took another deep breath. “He-He made them b-bring me ‘gifts’, which-which were all just new weapons or-or sex t-toys they-they wanted to u-use on me.” Tears welled in his eyes again, and he hunched his shoulders a little. “Once they sh-showed me e-everything they’d b-brought, I-I was h-hysterical. I was terrified and I was s-screaming and f-fighting back and b-begging n-not to be h-hurt. Then, he-he force-fed me a-a drugged c-cupcake and-and once I was n-no longer co-coherent, they-they spent the r-rest of the night t-torturing and r-raping me.” Tears trickled down his cheeks. Lyra rubbed calming circles into his back and brushed the hair out of his face. “I-I remember a-all of it. All the dr-drugs did was-was make it so I c-couldn’t fight b-back. I was still f-fully conscious and-and I remember e-everything.”

Lyra wrapped him in a tight embrace and held him as he cried. “I’m so sorry, sunshine,” they whispered into his ear. They carded their fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. “It’s over now. I’ve got you. That monster will never touch you ever again.”

By then, everyone had joined in on trying to console Elliot. He was trembling and sniffling, but he calmed down relatively quickly once everyone had teamed up to comfort him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled against Lyra’s shoulder.

“Don’t apologize, sunshine. You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing that happened to you was your fault.”

“Lyra’s right, bud,” Karine added. “You were treated horribly, but nothing like that will ever happen to you again. We’ve got you.”

The team remained in their group hug until Elliot eventually sat up and wiped away the tears lingering on his cheeks. “I’m s-sorry,” he sniffled. “I tried not to-to react like this.”

“It’s not your fault, love,” Yvonne said. “You should never feel like you need to apologize for your feelings. All we want is for you to be happy.” Elliot sniffled again and looked up at her. Yvonne smiled warmly. “What would make you the happiest right now?”

Elliot thought about it for a second. “N-Not turning t-twenty-three.”

The team chuckled. “I hear you, buddy,” Landon said. “You think I wanna be thirty-three and still single? It’s cause I hang out with all of you losers.”

Karine rolled her eyes. “No, it’s because you don’t leave the house.”

“Oh, yeah?” Landon said. “When was the last time you had a girlfriend, Karine?”

“I’m busy parenting you lot.”

“Uh, no, Karine. I think you’re confused,” Lyra cut in. “I’m busy parenting you lot. You’re busy picking a fight with Landon when we’re supposed to be figuring out what to do for Elliot’s birthday.” Karine was silent, at which Landon started laughing. Elliot’s face broke into a small smile as his friends continued laughing and arguing like children. In truth, Elliot didn’t care how they celebrated his birthday. He didn’t care about the pile of presents on the coffee table or the large cake sitting in the kitchen. All he wanted was to spend his birthday with his family, like he couldn’t last year. And if that was the goal, then twenty-three was already shaping up to be better than twenty-two.

“Okay,” Lyra said as everyone started to quiet down. “Sunshine, why don’t you start opening presents while we decide what to do with the rest of the day?”

Despite the anxiety that he felt at the thought of opening presents, Elliot smiled genuinely and nodded. Lyra’s smile widened at the sight of his, and they handed him the wrapped box at the top of the pile. Elliot shoved down his anxiety, giggled a little when Landon ruffled his hair, and tore into the box.

-

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[thotsforvillainrights]

I have to ask because of the 4th movie trailer and the phony all might, how do you feel about all smite?

(Also maybe some stain, skeptic or moon fish smut they need more love)

(Believe it or not, but I still haven't gotten around to watching the movie trailer. I think my brain is sooo full of villains all the time that I've lost focus on the main protags of the show and therefore lost interest in anything involving them. I'll get around to it eventually though! In the mean time, I'll try to work something up for these 3 real quick because they all deserve more love.)

~Backseat Loving~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-Your car was definitely something of sentimental value. Now that you were getting rid of it and getting something with fewer miles you felt a small twinge of sadness in your heart. Although you were mourning the soon to be loss of your 4-wheeled baby, Stain was busy trying to figure out what exactly there was to be sad about?

-Why even use cars when there was the train and the subway or maybe just walk? Hell, as far as he knew it was just a magnet for problems rather than something to be cherished. Why exactly were you drawn to near tears when you went to clean your things out of it? Didn't you just have to blow about 800 in repairs on it last month? He just couldn't seem to grasp why it meant anything to you.

-You invite him on the last night of owning the car to come with you down an old nature road to see the night sights. He reluctantly agrees, ditching his prior engagements to purging the streets of worthless heroes. He gets inside and straps himself up, listening to you prattle on about all the little things you remember about the car. First job interviews and birthdays it's driven you to. Your last breakup and crying in the front seat while digging through the glovebox for tissues. Sitting inside during a rainy day and listening to the radio. Or maybe just that time you gave him a ride for the first time and you shared your first kiss?

-He feels his heart pickup at the thought. True it was certainly something to be remembered right? Well, now he's beginning to understand. He's taken aback when you park in a side road off into the woods and suggest making one more memory in the car. This is one request he simply can't help but to take part in. He finds himself letting go of all previous emotions revolving around annoyance and shifting himself over towards a different emotion all together. Only you were capable of making him feel this way. Only you were able to set his heart seemingly ablaze with your passions. Along with gripping your skin and being careful not to ruin the seats for the next owner of this rust bucket, he makes sure to make this last memory one for the records.

-By the time the two of you are finished, albeit a little bit cliché, you'll find the windows of the old girl all fogged up. This evidence of your escapades with each other on this old dirt road. On the drive home he realized why sentiments like this are important not just to you, but now to him as well. He's eagerly awaiting making new *ahem* memories in your next car to come.

-Sick of this damned place and everyone in it, Tomoyasu desperately seeks his keys and scrambles to get inside before he implodes into himself. He sighs loudly and slams the driver door shut. For just a minute of searing hot angry glaring at the parking garage wall in front of him, he takes a minute to breath. Feel Good Inc has certainly stooped to a new low by allowing idiots on the property...or at least that what he comes to think about when the new recruits are training this week. All day it's been nonstop common sense questions that he simply can't take anymore. Why are you working here if you don't know the basics?! He thinks to himself before taking another breath and starting up the car.

-When he arrives home, he's relieved to see you in the garage working on reorganizing some of your stored boxes. You smile when the door opens wide and he drives slowly inside, the door now closing behind him. He turns the car off, stares at you silently pleading for something, and then places his head on the steering wheel before groaning out loud. You laugh and shake your head, placing your box down and heading to the passenger side of the car. "Rough day?" You ask once inside with him. He doesn't say anything but instead nods his head while it's still resting on the steering wheel between his hands. You smile gently and have a 'lightbulb' moment.

-One of the surefire ways to get his mind off of things would be a good idea right about now. He knows exactly what you're up to when he feels you reach over and gently place a hand on his thigh. He turns his head slightly to look at you through the gaps of his thick black hair. For a moment you can see his smirk. Things go 0 to 60 really quick when he lets the seats back. He swore a long time ago that the two of you would never do it in his car again considering the fact he had to clean it out afterwards. However, his head is clouded and he's open to making exceptions when it comes to you of course. Why else would he be letting you take all of him in the backseats right after he got it detailed last week?

-No amount of solid, coherent thoughts could dare replace the overwhelming feeling of pleasure clouding his mind when he finds himself gripping at the fabric of the seats and looking down at you between his thighs. How you're even able to do something like this to him should be studied. The act is complete on your end when you feel him finish in your mouth. However, despite your body cramping from the odd position in the car, you fear he's not just done with you yet. Especially not by the way the locks on the door click shut when you tried to open them...

-Here lately he's been spending a lot of extra time in your car for some reason? Maybe because when you bring it by you always take him away from his worries or annoyance, or maybe because he enjoyed the feel of racing along the city streets on your way to a nice date together. Either way, your car seems to become his oasis more than your apartment does.

-You start to think perhaps he likes spending more time in your car because he's 24/7 surrounded by the other league members in the rundown dingy bar at the other side of the city. That must be the reason right? You live so far away from the hideout and gas these days is rough (costly wise). Your job covers the bare minimum and weekly visits to your villain boyfriend don't seem to be in the gas budget. So instead of always taking him to your place and coming back, sometimes the two of you chill in the dark alleyway inside your car. Sometimes dates consist of watching movies together and eating snacks in the backseat, or other times you find yourselves stargazing on the hood late at night.

-Something you hadn't considered would be the way he's looking at you tonight. The two of you are no strangers to sex but it's very sparse since you rarely go to your place and the hideout here is a bit...crowded to say the least. You shrug and throw all caution to the wind. It's late, there's not many cops on this bad side of town, and your windows are tinted. The only issue would be the rocking of the car and the pathetic attempt to keep your voice down when he sinks his teeth into the side of your neck and gets to work creating a hickey for the history books. It almost looks like your two got back from the gym when you enter the hideout to say hello to everyone. You might've just gotten away with it had Dabi not started snickering and pointing at your marks you didn't cover up properly. Oh well, maybe next time!

[luci4theminorannoyance]

hi pookie wookie mcshmookie bear 😈

can i request price with reader who was taken hostage by shepard and shadow co. and the 141 got sent a video of shepard just trying to be big and tough but at the end- shepard threatens the 141 and shoots reader lmao

-your resident soccer fan ⚽️

a/n: I- wha- I cried my eyeliner off while brainstorming for this one, btw this is like a Drabble and I took some Inspiration off of other fics like this one so- kudos to whoever wrote the things I took ideas from (comment so I can tag you if you have).

Price:

He had stayed up late at nights trying to figure out where they were keeping you, although told the team it wasn’t anything serious. He knew telling them he couldn’t find you would ruin them way worse then already.

One of said nights, price got sent a video from a number containing purely hashtags- he immediately called in the team and played the video.

it mostly contained Shepard, ranting and boasting in his usual fashion, bluffing about all he would do to torture and kill off 141.

he thought it was simply shepherd bluffing, he thought you were at least going to be safe and he could be able to find you and bring you back home-..

he was wrong.

as the video replayed of you getting shot after being dragged into frame as if you were cattle or something as worthless as a piece of dust; all of team four one held in sobs or collapse, agony and anger radiating off price like smoke.

the flash of the gun against your head, the look of fear in your eyes- it was too much for him to bare for long.

he stayed up every night. Living off caffeine, whiskey, and the desire for any form of Justice he could get. It was his fault he couldn’t find you in time, right?

he finally got his revenge a few months later, killing Shepard the same way Shepard had killed you; a bullet straight to the head.

prices body couldn’t really take any more after that-..

he did what he wanted to do, he killed the person who shot the love of his life. His body collapsing on the spot like a rag doll, finally at peace.

He finally got your Justice, at the cost of his own future.

[xjulixred45x]

This is a crazy drabble request. I love stirring the yandere pot unfortunately. Basically Yan Higuruma and Yan Nanami did something bad to Necro. They destroyed a sentimental item from her days as a necromancer and she was so hurt emotionally they ran to one of the "safe" adults she knew which is Shoko or Kusakabe. She refuses to see them and I am curious how they will handle it and try to get Necro's forgiveness

ANGST TIMEEEEE!!!

Platonic Yandere Nanami/ Higuruma x Necro! Reader: you'll be Back.

She had forced their hand.

It was her fault that this happened, not them.

What else were they supposed to do? When she had done nothing but disrespect them day and night? When she had tried to leave their side when all they wanted was to help her? save her! and yet she had the audacity, the courage to make them see themselves as the bad guys....

is what they both repeated to themselves while their home was in an unusual state of tranquility, whether for better or worse, the house always had some type of noise (laughter, chatter, crying, shouting...) but For some time now the disturbing sensation was replaced by tension.

Both Kento and Higuruma were fighting so hard not to explode at each other, not to let all that repressed anger come out and continue to maintain the calm man façade, but it was extremely difficult without the only thing that normally held them together.

reader.

who had recently fled, and to make matters worse, it seemed that he was constantly changing locations in order to avoid them and not see them (with good reasons that they did not understand) with people whom they had to put up with for the sake of their relationship with their daughter.

But it was already taking its toll on them, they couldn't live like that.

how did they come to this?

They were aware that the nature of their relationship with Reader was not healthy, normal, or even good for any of them, but despite everything they had done to her, Reader returned to them, and they could not live without her. It was a vicious circle.

but it seems that the reader underestimated the nosibity and how far the jealousy of the two psychopaths with whom she shared a roof could go.

It was simply an ancient gadget, given to them by their original parents, perhaps that's why both Kento and Higuruma had some animosity towards it, but they didn't do anything especially questionable...until one day a fight escalated and became especially hectic.

The reader wanted to believe, she really wanted to believe that it hadn't been on purpose, that it had been an honest mistake and that they would apologize to her in some way. but said apology never came, and they acted as if nothing had happened, like when she threw a "tantrum" they ignored her screams, it was exactly the same, but she thought it would be different...

and the only thing she received was a hardened look and a "we are the only family you need, everything else is worthless" from those who had stolen her from said life in the first place..

It was too much...

and deep down Nanami and Higuruma knew it.

They knew that what they had done was wrong, of the damage it caused, that they had to refrain from going after the reader and trying to help her collect the remains of her relic, that they would have liked to have done it another way, but they were so closed to each other that They couldn't even begin to describe that...

and now there was the question of what they would do to get the reader back, there had to be a way, but it would be almost impossible with people like Kusakabe or Shoko around, they couldn't risk losing this opportunity, not again, not now.

They were both sides of the same coin, two opposite extremes, but they couldn't live without it. Without HER.

They need him, they hated each other, she hated them, deep down, they KNEW it.

They knew that the reader would surely be better off with the safe adults who generated so much rejection, they knew that the reader would be a better sorceress than either of them could become if they let her. They knew she had so much potential, a possible life and future ahead of her AND THEY DIDN'T CARE!

No matter how many times they said or convinced themselves that this time would be different, it wasn't, because they would never let her be happy with someone other than them.

They were monsters, but they managed to forget that with the reader. and that was the only thing that mattered.

If others have to suffer, if SHE has to suffer, then so be it. They are going to be selfish. As many times as it takes to be happy, they WILL be selfish.

Until then they would have to find some kind of comfort and guidance in the overwhelming silence of the house, a silence that they themselves brought. while they dreamed of what would be the beautiful melody of a home again.

It was the only thing they had in common after all...

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August Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Break Me Down Part 17 | The Epilogue @zepskies

Authors Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

Love Actually Part 1 @zepskies

Authors Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.  

Love Actually Part 2 | Part 3 @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The Widow @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.  

Escape Chapter 58 | Chapter 60 @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary:  A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

The Fallout @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: When Sam meets his true Omega, you fear your time with the Winchesters is fated to end. Before they can hurt you, you decide to distance yourself. But Dean isn’t willing to let you get away so easy.

Welcome to Being a Girl @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean��s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

What A Girl Wants @writercole

Reckless and Raging @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Authors Summary: Y/N knows she made a mistake, but Dean’s fury at her isn’t making it easy to admit to. But why is he so completely furious?

Hold On, I'm Coming @ravengirl94

Authors Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways...

Stood Up @justkending

Authors Summary: You haven’t had a date night in a while, and an old hunting companion calls you up for drinks. Sneaking out from Dean and Sam questioning you, you make it to the bar only to realize you’ve been stood up. Coming home you feel defeated and worthless. Lucky for you, you have someone who thinks you deserve better. 

Sam Winchester

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Tell Me @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Sam wants to know what the reader wants him to do to her in bed

This Is Crazy, Isn't It? @katelyn--renee

Authors Summary: The trio enjoy a night out in Las Vegas. Things don’t go quite as expected.

Untitled Sam drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Sam and Dean Winchester (no pairing)

Bar Fight @impala-dreamer

Smallville

Jason Teague

Kiss Me First @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: you keep a student after class to work on their late english homework, but coach teague wants his star quarterback at practice