#I am losing my goddamn mind shut in this house

[solarmorrigan]

Steddie and #12 on the prompt list pleaseeeee 😭

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, I had fun writing this one!

Prompt from this list: 12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

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When Eddie wakes, he’s comfortable and warm. These are the second and third best qualities of Steve Harrington’s bed. The best quality of Steve Harrington’s bed, however, appears to be missing.

Eddie rolls over, checking the spot beside him, and finds that, yes, it’s definitely missing. Steve is not there.

If he listens, though, he can hear signs of life coming from downstairs, echoing through the quiet house. The rush of a sink running, the clatter of dishes, the soft murmur of a radio – sounds like Steve is making breakfast.

Eddie sighs and slithers reluctantly out from under the covers, hunting for his t-shirt on the floor, where he’d tossed it last night before getting into bed.

It’s not– it’s not like that, of course, between him and Steve. The shirt had gone, but the boxers and sweatpants had definitely stayed. They share the bed in an entirely platonic manner, just as a way to deal with nightmares and trauma and that sort of fun shit. But sleeping next to Steve is like sleeping with a furnace, and he’s said he doesn’t mind if Eddie loses his shirt; he doesn’t wear one himself half the time.

God, Eddie wishes this could be as gay as it sounds.

He’s not gonna knock what he does have, though. He’s not. Whatever his relationship is with Steve, it’s special, and Eddie’s not going to let his dick (or worse, his feelings) ruin it.

Quietly, he slips out of Steve’s room (the hinges on the door don’t creak. The floor barely creaks. Steve’s house is spooky as shit sometimes, silent and airless; Eddie gets why he doesn’t like being there alone) and heads down towards the kitchen.

Whatever’s playing on the radio becomes clearer as Eddie approaches, and he can hear Elton John singing about sitting on a roof and kicking off the moss. Even closer, Eddie can hear Steve singing along.

There’s already a smile forming on Eddie’s face when he gets to the door, and that’s before he’s treated to the sight of Steve standing in front of a waffle iron, bopping to the gentle beat of “Your Song.”

“Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean,” Steve murmurs, distracted as he cracks the waffle iron open and tilts his head to take a look inside, “Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen…”

Eddie might melt a little bit. That’s his own business.

“Okay, no, this is pathetic,” Steve says, startling Eddie as he breaks from the lyrics. “I mean, this is really sad.”

For one heart-stopping moment, Eddie thinks Steve is speaking to him, but Steve never looks up, instead using a fork to pop the waffle out of the maker and add it to the nearby stack.

“I hate making waffles. Waffles are a pain in the ass,” Steve mutters, contradicting himself entirely by grabbing the bowl of batter and pouring more into the iron. “But Eddie likes waffles and now I’m up at too early in the goddamn morning making waffles.”

Eddie jolts again to hear his name, but Steve still hasn’t seen him in the doorway (or maybe skulking sort of at the edge of the doorway – not eavesdropping! Just… satiating his curiosity). He’s noticed Steve’s tendency to talk to himself when he thinks no one else is listening, but it’s usually just little reminders, or running commentary on what he’s doing.

This – this is interesting.

“Of course I’m making him waffles, what else am I going to do? Not make him waffles? Not let him in and not let him sleep in my bed and not… really like it? Stupid.” Whatever Steve says next is drowned out by the sound of the faucet as he fills the empty batter bowl with water and leaves it to soak, but when he shuts the water off Eddie manages to tune back in. “…because I’m an asshole who can’t just tell him that I think he’s smart and fun to be around and really hot and that I really like him. No, he’s gonna come downstairs and say good morning and I’m just gonna say– holy shit.”

Now Steve’s spotted Eddie.

They’re both frozen in place, and all Eddie can really think to do is give a little wave and say, “Good morning.”

Steve continues staring at him. “I… thought you were asleep. Still.”

“I am not,” Eddie says, and then immediately wishes he’d said literally almost anything else and avoided sounding like an idiot.

“I can see that,” Steve replies, slightly strangled.

There’s another frozen beat of silence.

“I think the waffle is burning,” Eddie says, glad for the momentary distraction as Steve swears and rushes to save their breakfast.

While Steve is wrestling with the waffles, Eddie decides that some kind of action is warranted. You don’t just hear the guy you’ve been crushing on admit that he thinks you’re smart and fun and hot every day.

Eddie enters the kitchen.

“Not burned,” Steve announces, flipping the waffle onto the plate, “just crispy.”

“Crispy is fine,” Eddie says, approaching the counter where Steve has been cooking. “Anything is fine. Waffles in general are great, I like… waffles.” Stop talking about waffles, holy shit. “I like you.”

That is not better.

In spite of the level of awkward Eddie is currently rocking, Steve turns to look up at him with a small smile ticking at the corners of his lips, uncertain hope behind his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Eddie nearly has him cornered against the counter now, close enough to reach out and touch. “Yeah.”

“More or less than waffles?” Steve asks.

“Tough call,” Eddie murmurs, raising a hand to rest on Steve’s shoulder, sliding it over to brush at the crook of his neck, the side of his throat, the edge of his jaw. “Lemme think.”

It’s at that point that Steve closes a fist in the front of Eddie’s shirt, drags him across the minute distance between them, and leans up to press his lips to Eddie’s.

After that, Eddie finds he can’t think about much of anything at all.

(He doesn’t have to, though. He’s pretty sure the way he leans heavily into Steve’s space, the way his hands curl around Steve’s hips and the way his mouth slides eagerly against Steve’s own lets him know where he ranks in relation to waffles.)

#mxnson13 #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #listen steve's little mumbly monologue as he prepares to apologize to nancy in s2 is my favorite #and I need more of steve talking to himself #eddiesteve #solar wrote #answers from solar

[sohmiya]

Maxine Taylor @.maxtaylor · 3s

tits- i mean “HITS that keep my label in the business” EP is OUT NOW!!!!! lmk what song ur claiming 👀

enjoy the show 🅴

succubus

TMZ 🅴

poster rockstar 🅴

poster rockstar (clean ver.)

℗&© 2023 Heavenly Isle Records. Distributed by @infamous-if

enjoy the show

baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know people gather here like it’s a ritual but it’s no cult, i’m just heaven-sent if you don’t know who’s the baddest bitch of all don’t need the internet ‘cause here i am if you hate that i’m a paradigm just set up your confessional and have a cry lights, camera, action baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me bow and put your hands together in the name of the mother and the daughter you won’t mistake me for another you’ll never lose me in translation every language knows my name and they say that i’m the greatest baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me you’ll go insane trying to convince yourself i’m playing with your mind you’re not hallucinating look more closely, i’m the sign an intervention so divine baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me

succubus

this party sucks no, i got nothing nice to say so i just keep my mouth shut anyway, thanks for the invite i hate it here someone do something make it interesting before i throw a fit i’m so bored out of my mind but i see somebody walking my way i got tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you say you’d rather i demonstrate so you take me somewhere private bet you think i’m the prey you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal well, this was nice but i don’t run it back i keep it moving, onto the next our first is your last time but night and day you say you dream of me and i’m not heartless i can pretend to be in love one more night new party, same guy walking my way you know my tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you’re addicted and your pupils dilated though you try to get me out your head you can’t stay away you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal i’m sending chills down your spine like emails finding the receptors deep in your mind so well they got you all alone reaching between your thighs got you wishing that you had me on your speed dial i one-up ‘em every time

TMZ

oh, here we go again been here, done this god, i’m so over it but i’m still in demand Cirque-Du-Soleil level kind of shit do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste paparazzi in my face want picture perfect? i’m the gallery everybody wants a taste call Michelin give me a star or three do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste i’m smart about my image ‘cause i was trained by the best yeah, i should thank my manager ‘cause you walked right into my hands you think i’m your freak you’re just my puppet but i’m no creature of habit ugh, this is looking like a rerun i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy while you’re stirring the pot on my rumored new flame me and besties blow up the stage by the time you shut down you’re done running your mouth but they’re never forgetting my name

poster rockstar (clean version)

the audio is the original because i second coming wasn’t able to record the clean version

no time for romance let me put you on the wait list i write the hits that keep my label in the business but call the doctor ‘cause i think i got a slipped disc from holding up my bosses like a reimagined greek myth i’m no industry plant not swimming in green but i’m so organic i’m raising the bar sending the big shots into a panic yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i’m so sick but don’t assume that it’s contagious one in a million yeah, they know that i’m the realest i’ll make it just to see my name on someone’s hit list crucified now, worshipped later call me lady Jesus after the supper, they’re gonna love me it’s a conversion whatever i serve, they’re eating it up it’s a communion yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i know one day you’ll be in LA on the walk of fame you’ll see i’ll have my own star

#yes it’s an apple music layout with soundcloud links. i don’t want to hear a word about it ❤️ #oc: maxine taylor #infamous if #nikka writes #hshznwegaj im so nervous byeeeee

[lu-vin-it]

The Two of Us | 3

The Two of Us M.List | Canon Divergences

Summary: Ellie and you go on a small adventure, one that ends with some delightful discoveries and a wonderful conversation.

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader, Daryl Dixon x Reader (paternal)

Pronouns used: She/Her

Word Count: 1,363

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my favorite chapter by far, I think you guys are gonna love it!!! Thank you @stqrfishluvr for proofreading as usual, Ilysm!!!

You and Ellie had hung out two times since you spent the night at her house, and ever since, you couldn’t get her out of your head. She consumed your thoughts like crazy. It confused you, why were you thinking of another girl like that? Obviously, you knew lesbians, Tara for example, but you didn’t think you were a lesbian. Although, now that you thought about it, you never really had feelings for any guys. What the fuck.

You were freaking the fuck out internally to say the least. Sexuality seemed like such an odd thing to worry about when there were walkers and clickers around. You tried to busy yourself around the house, cleaning, making arrows, practicing aim, but you just couldn’t clear your mind.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” You hear as you open your eyes. Someone was leaning over you shaking you profusely.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim, grabbing the knife from under your pillow. You realize who it was and lower it. Ellie.

“You sleep with a knife under your pillow?” You throw your pillow at her, she catches it and gapes at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“You and I are gonna go to this gas station I saw down the road!” She plops herself down on your bed.

“Oh are we now?” She nods with a content look on her face. You groan. “Let me get ready.” You remove the blankets from your bed and stand up. You stretch for a moment and let out a yawn before walking to your dresser and pulling out an outfit. “Get out.” Ellie rolls her eyes but walks out of your room, shutting your door behind her.

When you're done getting dressed, you grab your backpack and slip your knife into your pocket. You then grab your small handgun and put it into the backpack before heading out of your room.

“Did you pack any food?” You ask your friend who is sitting across from your bedroom door.

“Yup! Two sandwiches, peanut butter and jelly!” You grin.

“Delicacies!” She hops up.

“Exactly my thoughts! I also brought cheese sticks.” You scrunch up your face.

“I don’t like cheese.”

“It’s okay, I accept you despite your flaws.” You glare at her and flip her off. She bows as she opens the front door. “After you m’lady.” You giggle as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Get up silly.” You walk into the living room and wage at Daryl who was sitting on the couch.

“Be careful.”

“Always am!”

“Yeah I trust you, just not her.” You roll your eyes.

“Bye, Dar.”

“Have fun, girl.” You wave at him and then walk out the door. There's a horse tied up to the stairs.

“Who’s goddamn horse is this?” You ask Ellie with a shocked expression.

“I stole her. Now come on!” She unties the horse and then mounts it.

“What’s her name?”

“Shimmer.” Ellie wears the most content smile ever and you can’t help but to grin. “C’mon we’re losing sunlight here!”

“I-I.. I’ve never ridden a horse..” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Psh.. it’s easy! Just put your foot here and your hand there and voila! You’re riding a horse!”

“Wow. So helpful.” You deadpan.

“C’mon, grab my hand, I’ll help you.” You take her hand and immediately flush because ohmygodyou’reactuallyholdingherhand.

After struggling for maybe five minutes, you’re finally situated on the saddle with your arms around Ellie’s waist. Ohmygodyourhandsarearoundherwaist.

“So where’s this gas station?” You ask quietly.

“Just past the highway, there are no walkers or clickers around it.” You nod.

“Did you already sweep it?”

“No, but I saw it a couple days ago and I didn’t see anything.” She says with a shrug.

“Okay..” You say skeptically.

“So.. what’d you do all week?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was so bored.” You say with a groan, Ellie snickers.

“That’s ‘cause I wasn’t there!”

“Yeah sure.”

“You know what would be cool?” You hum in response. “If we had no legs or arms. We’d just be bricks! Like, think about it! We’d be talking bricks!”

“We’d be snakes!” She gasps.

“Oh my fucking god you’re a genius! We’d be snakes! Life would be so amazing as a snake. Just slitherin’ around everywhere. Gossssiping with fellow ssnakess.” You swat her shoulder as you through your head back in laughter.

“You’re so stupid.” You mumbled through the laughter.

When you guys arrived at the gas station, Ellie tied up the horse and helped you down.

“You’re positive that it’s clear?”

“Yes, come on!”

She was very wrong. As soon as you walked into the gas station you could hear the faint groaning of a walker. You looked around and didn’t see it, you assumed it was locked up somewhere, so you continued walking through the gas station.

“Come here, there’s like a shit ton of magazines and stuff we could read.” She flips through some of them. “MTV. What’s that?” Ellie says as she grabs the magazine off the shelf and starts skimming the pages. You walk over to her and start going through the ones beside her.

“Britney Spears, I wonder who that is.” You wonder aloud as you go over the magazine cover.

“I’m pretty sure she was— holy fucking shit!” You turn around just as a walker sinks its teeth into Ellie’s arm.

“Ellie!” You pull out your knife and sink it into the walker's head. It falls to the ground and you grab Ellie’s arm. “Oh my god!” You could feel the tears forming in your eyes. You look up at Ellie who stood there with wide eyes. “Holy— oh my god.. no.” You sob.

“Y/N..”

“Goddammit.” You reach your arm around her and hug her, crying into her shoulder. “No.. no.. no.”

“Y/N.” She grabs your arms.

“Oh my god.”

“Y/N!” You finally look her in the eyes. “I’m okay.” She rolls up her other sleeve, revealing a healed bite mark. You furrow your brows.

“What?”

“I’m okay, I’m immune, I can’t be infected!” She puts her hands on your shoulders to help stabilize you. You just stare into her eyes in shock.

“W-What?” You’re still shaking, but your crying has stopped. You grasp her arm. “How?”

“I dunno— I just never turned.. this is months old.” You finally make eye contact with her again and your lip quivers.

“I th- I thought I was gonna have to—“ You throw your arms around her neck and cry into her shoulders. She slowly wraps her arms around your waist and puts her chin on your head.

“I’m alive, I’m fine, I promise.” Ellie whispers.

Ten minutes later, you’re sitting against the wall in the gas station next to Ellie. Your knees are pulled against your chest and you’re still trying to stop shaking. Your best friend is staring at you worried.

“I’m sorry.” You say with a breathy laugh, wiping underneath your eyes. You suddenly felt very self conscious. Ellie slowly reaches her hand to grab yours, you intertwine your fingers immediately and she starts rubbing circles onto the back of your hand with her thumb. You smile at her.

“Sorry for scaring you.. I couldn’t.. I couldn’t watch you get bit. I-I had to.” A tear falls down her face. Without realizing it, your hand lifts up to wipe it off, your middle finger lingers on her cheekbone slightly and your eyes flicker to her lips. All of a sudden, she’s grabbing your face and smashing her lips against yours. You don’t have any time to react before she pulls away. “Sorry! God— sorry.”

“I— Huh?” You ask absolutely lovestruck from the feeling of her lips on your own.

“I-I should have asked— I’m sor—“

“Stop apologizing! I never said I didn’t like it!” Ellie’s eyebrows shoot to her hairline and she stares at you in awe.

“For real?” You giggle and shove her shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“No but like— If I were to.. kiss you again.. you would let me?” You bite your lip and nod. You were so flustered. She grabs your face again, this time softer, and kisses you gently. You pull away and giggle at each other.

@sawaagyapong @afro-hispwriter @avengingparker @graciexmarvel

#twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #tlou x twd #ellie tlou x reader #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #daryl dixon x child!reader

[royalsweetteaa]

the way you write ransom makes me lose my mind (in the best way possible) and your dialogue is top tier

maybe you'll consider writing some angst with him if you have the time and feel like it

my prompt idea would be: "Thousands of times we argued and you always won by begging me to stay. But as days go by, I realise more and more that this is not where I belong. So even though it hurts, you're the one who loses today".

but feel free to do whatever, I trust you.

I’ve been waiting for the right time to write something like this and I feel like this is a calling so —

Title: Inevitable ends

WARNING - the following contains: angst (no fluff), break-up, Ransom is manipulate, mentions of sex, toxic relationship.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been one, long and dreadful year since I was first asked to be the black sheep of the Thrombey family’s girlfriend. One year of falling victim to the man who at one moment claimed he worshipped me for being the best thing in his life — to being yelled at for not being good enough for someone so high class such as himself.

There was no in between, a part from the times I tried to leave because I knew I didn’t deserve this. I knew this relationship wasn’t good for either of us. Yet all of the times I almost let go, he always managed to persuade me with false hope. Hope that he would do better.

But he never made genuine efforts to do so.

It almost became a routine in itself. The first week after such a promise, I would be gifted with expensive luxury, ranging from jewelry and dresses to vacation trips to Hawaii. There he would make me fall for his lust of having hot sex at the private beach he had rented. He would sweet talk me in the mornings, keeping the facade that we were a perfect couple. With how much he gave me, I first believed he actually cared. It didn’t make sense to put so much money into making up to me if he didn’t.

Then, after the honey moon phase came to an end, we were back to where we started. Ransom would turn sour, either after a night with his friends at the club, or a family gathering that never seemed to end well - and he always took it out on me.

“I really wish you were more competent because sometimes I feel like I’m the only one doing shit to please your fucking ass.” He would once snap at me.

How dare he? I would ask myself.

How dare he say I don’t do anything when I’m the one who’s actually working to pay my fair share? He hasn’t worked a day in his life and was born with a silver spoon and platter right in front of him. He who didn’t do the cooking or cleaning had the audacity to say I don’t do shit.

I was far from rich, and Ransom’s monthly allowance were added zeros compared to what my workplace payed. I never let that become a discussion of who was going to pay for what though. I payed the percentage of what was deemed appropriate for my stay at Ransom’s modern and luxurious house. I used my own credit card to pay for the food that fed both our stomachs. I gave him real love, affection and support because I truly did love him. How could he say I wasn’t making an effort to please him?

This all led to present time. Ransom had for what might be the thousandth time put up a fight with me, something I had been mentally prepared for since the last time, and I knew this had to be the final straw once and for all. I had left him at mid-argument saying; “I’m done. I’m leaving you, Ransom.”

That seemed to finally shut his mouth, and he could only frown as he tried to follow me.

“Leave me alone. I can’t do this anymore. I tried to be good enough for you but you keep shoving me away and treating me like I’m a goddamn rag doll!”

“You’re not leaving this damn house, Y/N…” Ransom said with his index finger pointing at me. He didn’t seem convinced enough that I meant it, but that was about to change.

“Yes, I am!” I shouted, as I went up the stairs to head to our shared bedroom.

I took out my suitcase and gathered my clothes, not caring to neatly place them inside as I wanted nothing more but to leave.

I could hear him rush upstairs after me, standing at the door in awe that I was still standing my ground. As he saw I was taking my last bundle of socks and underwear, he came over and threw out all the clothes I had gathered out of the suitcase and held the baggage behind his back. I gasped at his childish demeanor, and I proceeded to try reclaiming the baggage so I could put everything back in again.

“Ransom, give me my suitcase back! I’m not staying here anymore.” I told him with all seriousness. It didn’t seem to make him budge as he dodged my arms from reaching behind him.

“You know what?— whatever! I don’t even need all of these clothes! You were the one who bought them for me and I honestly don’t want a single thing from you.” I said as I picked up a selective few of my personal outfits and stepped away.

Most of my old clothes were stored at my parents’ house since Ransom didn’t like my old style. He would buy prettier and sexier clothes because in his own words, “they defined your body better.”

“Y/N, stop fucking around. You’re not leaving me. What, you’re really gonna leave it all behind after a whole year? Do I need to remind you of everything I’ve given you and everywhere I have taken you to make you happy? Is this how you’re thanking me?”

I turned around with a face that could kill, and even Ransom was startled by it. He swallowed as he saw fire behind my eyes, ready to explode if he further tested me with his arrogance.

“Don’t even think about using that against me! You bought me all that stuff and took me to places because apparently an apology or being treated with respect was too much to ask for. Not once did I ask for these things, yet you kept on buying your way around for not taking accountability of being a huge asshole of a boyfriend! You should consider yourself lucky that I fell for your tricks for as long as I did, but it all ends today. You can keep everything you’ve given to me, because I don’t need any of it!”

I stormed right after to the bathroom and gathered my make up and toothbrush onto the pile of clothes I had in my arm.

As I came out again, Ransom blocked the way to the main entrance. I could only huff and turn my heel as I decided to leave through the entrance of the second floor, but Ransom grabbed my arm before I made it to the stairs.

I squealed at how tight he gripped me and I tried to wriggle my arm away, but it wasn’t easy.

“Stop touching me! We’re through, Ransom! We’re done!”

“No…no, we…— we absolutely aren’t! We aren’t through unless I say so!” Ransom tried to keep his stern voice, but I could tell by his body language that he was slowly realizing the reality of the situation and was getting panicked.

For what reason? How could he not see this coming? I had to wonder.

“That isn’t how relationships work! You don’t own me! I’m not going to let you use me like a punching bag anymore!” I argued. I managed to yank my arm out of his grip and I picked up the speed up the stairs to have a head start on my way out.

Ransom had to run after me to stop me from opening the door. He held me by my shoulders and looked me in the eye with pleading eyes.

“Darling, please don’t leave me. I promise to be a better boyfriend. A better man for you. Fuck, I’ll do anything if you don’t walk out of that door. You’re everything to me!”

Liar. What a fucking liar.

I couldn’t help but scoff, though I was feeling anything but amused. “So why the fuck did you treat me like I was the least good thing in your life, huh? Yes, I know you’ve had a rough upbringing with your parents and family neglecting you but that gave you no right to treat me like you did. You need to work on yourself…because as of now, you have been hurting me so much that it almost killed me!”

I could see he was holding back tears as his eyes were getting all glossy. While it was a heartbreaking sight, I was anything but tempted to wrap my arms around and forgive him. My own pain overweighed my mercy, and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of forgiveness because I knew it would put us back to the circle I didn’t want to put myself in anymore.

“I love you, Ransom. I really do. But I can’t love a man who doesn’t respect me. All those thousands of times we argued and you always won by begging me to stay. And I realized more and more that this is not where I belong. So even though it hurts to do this, you're the one who loses today. You’ve lost, Ransom. You’ve lost me.” I whispered my last sentence as a single tear shed from my eye. He loosened his grip, and I took it as the opportunity to leave.

“Goodbye, Ransom.” I said lastly, without turning to face him once more. I would never know I had gotten him on his knees with regret paining his chest as I left the door.

Note from author: no because I had to use all of my self control to not give into Ransom’s will (because I’m his slut).

As I have completed this though, I’m actually very pleased with how it turned out. Thank you for the prompt idea and motivation to finally write some stand alone angst, anon!

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

#anon <3 #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans #chris evans character fanfiction #cevans characters #chris evans x reader

[kradogsrats]

Lissa leaving is so “a doll’s house” coded to me, like i think lissa leaving her family in order to become her own person is a very ✨thematically ✨ interesting move in a story that is so focused on sacrifice (ESPECIALLY FOR WOMEN)

lmao daaaaaang everyone coming at me with classy media references I'm not familiar with this weekend... *one SparkNotes visit later* yeah I can see it

I've considered a lot of possibilities for the circumstances of Lissa leaving, and kind of favor one over the other depending on my mood, but like... I think the real things that people are generally reacting to negatively are a) why did she go so far that she completely disappeared from her children's life, and b) why did she leave them behind (with Viren, father of the year: literally never)?

Which is just... we know that Viren was once a loving father, at least as far as Callum was able to see. Does his observation necessarily mean a ton? Maybe not. But I don't think Lissa would have left Soren and Claudia behind if she knew how Viren would become. She wasn't leaving because she thought he was a danger to the children, though I don't think the two of them were likely treating each other very well at the end—she had probably, by that point, experienced some of his petty and vindictive streak, at least.

But I think a lot is wrapped up in why she goes all the way to Del Bar. Now, technically I don't think it says anywhere that Lissa herself is from Del Bar and therefore a foreigner in Katolis, but we kind of all operate on that assumption, and even if she was native to Katolis a lot of this would still apply. She's going through a somewhat-acrimonious separation from a man who is a) a powerful mage, and b) literally the king's best friend. She's not a citizen of Katolis, assuming such a thing grants any privileges at all, but even if it doesn't... there's an imbalance of power there that is not in her favor. I mean, say she wants to take Soren and Claudia, and Viren won't let her. Or Viren says he'll let her, then changes his mind and sends guards to her house saying she's kidnapped them. What's she going to do, throw herself on Harrow's mercy? Harrow, Viren's lifelong best friend? I mean, don't tell me you think this setting has a fully fleshed-out impartial family court system. She may never feel safe or free in Katolis again. Like, with Viren's level of power, he could make her life absolute hell if he wanted to.

And then, like I said... he's a powerful mage. It's not clear even to us as viewers exactly what Viren did to save Soren that was so awful, much less whether Lissa is aware of it, but if she is? He's literally capable of making her disappear. And if it's something even Harrow would find reprehensible? Well, best case scenario is they have a kind of Ozai/Ursa standoff where she has the power to utterly destroy her, while she has the insurance of information that could ruin him, and the solution is "leave the country, or I'll kill you... also I'm keeping the kids, never contact them again."

(I'll roll my eyes a little if it's that, because... way to repeat yourselves, guys. I get that Claudia is your second chance at getting Azula right, but sheesh.)

And like... maybe there's an AU in there where Lissa picks up her kids and makes a run for the border (which, I will note, the land border between Katolis and Del Bar is small, meaning easily to shut down and search everyone passing through, and sea ports for going by way of Evenere even more so) and Viren loses his entire goddamn mind. IDEK.

Or, I mean, maybe she's just horrible. There are plenty of absolute shit-ass parents who abandon their children for no real reason out there. I'm just less interested in that than I am in decent people who did everything they could only for it to never be enough.

#lissa #au where lissa flees to the OTHER border and winds up raising soren and claudia in the hollow wood with the chill elves #/smacks hand NO BAD STOP NO MORE AUS #... anyway yeah i'm not very well read bc part of my gifted kid burnout was 'i'm never reading anything more advanced than YA again'

[princessxmothman]

surelyitsnotadhd.greentxt

(yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. don't say i didn't warn you.)

>be me

>wear sandals to work with full intent of washing feet when getting home

>get home and pick up mail around 5:30p

>a package for me!!!

>open package, it's a dress i've been waiting for

>go straight to trying on dress because i'm wearing the "right bra" for it and if i go to wash my feet i will have taken off the "right bra" and there will be no turning back, we'll be on the road to jammiesville baybeeeeeeeeee

>oh no!!! a stain or burn or something right in the center of the bust!!!

>hem and haw over whether it's worth making a stink about the dress and initiating an exchange; text multiple members of decision-making committee

>decision-making committee members unanimously decide the dress is not in an acceptable state

>change into "house pajamas," go to repack dress, want to look at companion accessories that came in the set

>pull matching bow out from shipping bag

>huh. looks smaller and less dramatic than the product photos

>feel sad about an accessory. try to tamp down the feeling

>uh-oh. still sad, disappointment welling

>text decision-making committee, trying to convince myself that i'm definitely blowing the bow thing out of proportion

>be reminded that what i ordered is not what i seem to have received

>pack up dress and co, shove shipping bag at the top of the hall closet so the cat doesn't chew on it and make the situation worse

>begin writing email

>stress that i'm being too mean

>text spouse to be stressed about being perceived as mean

>spouse reminds me that i'm not being mean about a less-than-par item i received

>spouse is interstitially sending me listings for homes

>ooh, homes!!!

>pore over photos in several home listings

>gotta get back on track. dress bad. gotta send email

>keep chipping away at email

>maybe the bow is exactly how it should be and maybe the sample that was used for product photos got revamped?

>start checking facebook to see if it looks like anyone has a bow shaped and sized similarly

>play goddamn sherlock holmes trying to determine approximate fabric lengths for how bows are sitting on other peoples' heads

>determine bow may in fact be faulty (or at least a victim of quality control)

>bring bag back down from the closet

>start playing with the bow in an attempt to get it to fall into a shape like what i've seen in product photos and/or facebook posts

>no dice

>repack bag, replace it back in the closet

>attempt to continue to write email

>roommate needs help deciding which things in the storage room are keeps and which are discards

>ngl this is the part where the joke has stopped being funny and i'm losing interest but i also am very committed to the bit

>finish helping roommate, resume email

>try to find the words to describe my disappointment in accessories, realize measurements would be most effective

>fish out bag from the closet yet again

>time to find a tape measure!

>oh shit oh fuck where is my tape measure?

>ask roommate if they have a spare

>roommate eventually finds their spare

>get measurements, add to email

>put bag BACK in the closet YET AGAIN

>finish email, stress about contents

>send it to spouse for auditing

>spouse says it sounds very polite

>"i should probably sit on it for a minute to make sure nothing else comes to mind"

>ooh! friend has been streaming! i wonder if they're still live!

>friend is still live, excitedly catch up in chat

>suddenly 30+ minutes have passed while i've stood NEXT TO the bed watching twitch

>shit! pain is starting to flare up from being standing and stationary!!!

>shit!!! i've sat on this email long enough!!!!!

>shut eyes, hold breath, press "send" on email

>at least that's done! now i can finally relax!

>change into "bed pajamas," go to swing legs into bed, and...

>STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>have not yet washed feet since getting home 2.5hrs ago

>finally wash feet

>can FINALLY relax

>take almost 1.5hrs to make a fake greentext on tumblr instead

>what the fuck is wrong with me

#lucie lore #honestly i'm just glad i came up with this stupid greentext post WHILE i was washing my feet #sorry for all the feet talk #it took well over 30 minutes to format this on mobile #i still haven't filled out my exit interview from my old job that i left almost two weeks ago #that's mostly just because i'm paralyzed with fear about once again being perceived as mean #i also had to stop in the middle of this to preheat the oven for dinner and thought it was worth mentioning in the tags #dinner is now cooking bee tee dubs #this has helped me exorcise my demons about the matter at least

[josmichel1]

losing it again ughhhh the lack of aesthetic value of these texts annoys me so goddamn much but anyways today i kinda realized im poor and had a huge nervous breakdown i fucking hate those two words nervous breakdown please just shut the fuck up!!!! nobody cares about whatever youre going through you have to raw dog it i dont give a fuck about nobody and i think everybody should just do the exact same tbh like stop victimizing yourself stop crying thug that shit out like everybody else thats it!!! anyways this is just my little release i know nobody reading me so im guilt free fuck fuck im losing it i wanna rip a living person apart i want to stomp their head repeatedly against the cement i dont know what could compare to that in terms of how i get this shit out of my system like what the fuck can i do to get a portion of that sensation but my mind is asking for fucking blood i dont even know what the fuck im talking about but damn damn my old life is behind me and i have absolutely nothing in this new one i have no friends i have no trust on anyone i have nothing but this stupid house and three meals a day but come on do you even know who i am????? i am fucking god i deserve the whole world to bend to me but turns out i gotta work to get that ugh and i need to be a fucking man!!!! stop the baby crying stop all this bullshit just get to fucking work sit your fucking ass down and start laying down bricks of money i dont give a fuck how you do that boy just figure it out!!! get the fuck out of here get your house in bilbao get right fuck bitches in german clubs just life the live youre supposed to be living be the superhero youre supposed to be just reach over wit your hand and grab it damn!! feeling all sad and what for?! sigh this shit get tricky and my ego is killing me its fucking going to be the end of me fr i dont know i dont know i want more and more comfort when i should be doing nothing but running in the opposite direction i desperately need to man up and understand im not a kid and life is supposed to get rough but im not even there and its already rough my fucking mind is my enemy and my anger is piling up like crazy i dont know how close i am to doing something really stupid but in all honesty i wish thats close because im a pussy and i cant act on my own i hope my issues and all my feelings make me blow up and give me enough momentum to carry me out of this stupid situation i have nothing other than myself and im far from being a good ally to my cause this is terribly dumb but i have nothing else and id love to ask for help like any other sane person does but sadly i dont have it in me i sadly dont have that dawg in me but i want to change and ill change im out of here before the year is over and thats on gang or whatever stupid blackies say i dont know why i try so hard to emulate them i guess theyre as free as ill never be even if they were slaves lol whatever im out of here im giving much less of a fuck also and im proud of that i hope i get in a fistfight soon or some shit like that thanks for reading moodboard will be out in ten days so i have to figure that out too this text is far from being me and i deeply hate that im just in a bad mental state so yea

[mrs-hollandstan]

Heyy🤍 I don’t know it your requests are open but can can you pls write something with Mob!Tom where they have a fight and Tom says something that really really hurts the reader and she storms out and doesn’t come back until it’s late at Night and Tom is super worried about her...just angst and fluff 🥺love your writing!!

Lmao, why am I a ho for this kinda stuff??

"You are such a selfish cunt! It'd be so much easier if I had a whole in here from the club. At least she'd leave me the fuck alone and keep her goddamn mouth shut and her head down!" Is what he'd screamed at you. He normally was very proud of your "feministic" ideas, but now here he was, red in the face as you go back and forth over something you'd mentioned wanting him to do one too many times. 

Your mouth hung open as you stared up at him, and you scoffed after a moment before you shook your head and turned without another word said, collecting your purse, phone, and keys and storming for the front door, 

"If you leave… you better plan on not fucking coming back." He spits. You scoff again, 

"Don't threaten me with a good fucking time. Maybe I'll find one of your enemies offer up my cunt because at least he won't fucking make it seem like I'm the problem!" You scream before you're heading outside, slamming the front door behind you. 

Tom is fuming, you're fuming, but instead of doing what you'd said, you head for a bar, calling a friend to meet you for the night. She does, and after many hours and many drinks, you're slightly drunk, sober enough to know to ignore the texts and calls of Tom, his worry becoming more evident the later it gets. You were so, so tempted to find a willing man to take you into the bathroom, let you film him fucking you just to send to Tom, but it wasn't worth it. You were exhausted now, over carrying on the fight, 

"Will you take me past his place, let me pick some stuff up and I'll come sleep on your couch?" You ask of her. She nods, following you out. She parks at the gate, watching you walk up the drive and into the dark house. You find a spare box, collecting your things from the bathroom connected to yours and Tom's shared bedroom, heading into the walk-in closet for some clothes. Before you can stow away much, the light flicks on and you hiss as your eyes burn, 

"Where the hell have you been?" Tom asks. You chuckle softly, now sorting through your most worn clothes in the light, 

"Like you care." 

"Believe it or not, I do. Daniels is still out there and he's a big threat. I thought he'd taken you. I left you messages."

"I got them. Heaven forbid I burden you with all that worrying. I was fine." You murmur. He watches you silently until you're picking up your box, 

"What are you doing?" 

"Staying with Mari. At least she doesn't feel burdened by me." You spit, tossing some more of your essentials into the box. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing softly, 

"I said all of that shit in a spur of the moment. I didn't mean it." 

"Didn't you? I mean… heaven forbid I have a say in this house! I don't know why I've stuck around this long." You yell, turning to stare at him. His eyes flicker between yours, 

"I've changed a lot of my life for you Y/N. You know I love you and you do have a say." 

"You have a funny way of showing your love. Don't think anyone I've ever had love me has used the term cunt as a term of endearment." 

"You and I both know you aren't a cunt. I… I spoke out of tune. I was mad." 

"But how much of that has just been lurking in the back of your mind huh? How long have you been fed up with me? Why didn't you just say it before it got to this point, I mean shit, I can handle a breakup, I just need to know you want it." You tell him. You hate that your body is betraying you as tears spring to your eyes. His eyes dart between yours again, 

"I don't… want to break up." He mumbles, "I said some shit I didn't mean and I'm sorry. But… I don't want to lose you. Not after tonight. It was rough wondering if you were just avoiding me or if someone had taken you. I would've died if something happened to you when you were supposed to be safe here, with me." He says softly, a quiver in his voice. You stare at him, 

"You can't just… say things like that and just expect me to forgive you. I need space now. I need to find it in me to trust you again, trust that this shit you're saying now is how you feel." You remind him. He nods, 

"Course. There's many rooms in this house. Hell… invite Mari in. Just… I need to know you're safe tonight. That's all I need." He explains. You two stare at each other for a moment before you deflate and concede,

"Fine. I'll go get Mari. But don't expect me to just forgive you overnight." You tell him. He shakes his head, 

"Course not." You nod before you're trying to move past him. But he wraps his arms around you, squeezing your body into his, his face nuzzled in your neck. You press your hands over his arms, 

"I'm glad you're okay." He mumbles. You nod, staring into the bedroom you share. The bedroom with so many good memories that you can't imagine leaving behind, had things turned out differently tonight,

"Yeah… me too." You mumble into his shoulder as he rubs your back. And of course it'll take time, but at least that feeling of comfort has returned, now that you're back with your mobster. 

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #my writing #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x oc #tom holland x y/n #mob au #mob!au #mob!tom #blurbs #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs

[chameleon-madrigal]

Can you do one where the reader knows self defense and Camilo tries to sneak up on them but gets his nose broken or something because he forgot? I just think that would be funny

XVII | Cuentos de Camilo

(Stories of Camilo)

Title: Worth the pain

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Camilo x GN!Reader

Warnings: Injuries

Summary: Ever since you were a kid you are trained by your father to do self defense incase you're in trouble. Camilo was so fascinated about how you look so cool doing tricks and stuffs. But one time he decided to scare you which he should regret the consequence he got from you but thought that it wasn't bad afterall.

He/him pronouns for Camilo

They/them pronouns for Reader

Note: Sorry for the delay but I love this plot its like so funny in my head and like a thing Camilo would do. I hope you love this and thank you, enjoy <3

MASTERLIST HERE!

You were 10 years old when you started training self defense by your father. One time, you were outside of your house doing some tricks you learn when Camilo showed up infront of you.

"Woah, you're a fighter?" He suddenly said which cause you to chuckle at his sudden interaction. You aren't really close to the Madrigals which shocked you at the way Camilo is talking to you right now.

"I don't know, maybe. Let's see" You said jokingly threatening him by doing a defense stance, unto which he suddenly shifted to Luisa and smirked.

"Well, show me what you got, bonita/o" You suddenly scoffed and surrendered playfully at his antics.

He shapeshifted back to himself as you both laughed at what happened.

"You know you better teach me with those things"

"And why would I do that?"

"So that I can fight the 7 foot frame person I would always see at night getting arepas" He said and scoffed as you laugh at how cute he was.

"Maybe its just some shadow you see"

"It called my name, Idk if its Tío Bruno but it has rats along his back so I really don't know! Atleast I get to fight for my arepas" He said dramatically doing a fight pose to which you laugh at.

Pretty much you taught him some simple tricks. You were shocked at the sudden interaction from the both of you but you both ended up being friends for years. Until you two started dating.

You are currently on the woods meters away from Casita getting some fruits from the trees, when you suddenly heard a sound of bush rustling. You shrugged it off, thinking it must be one of Antonio's fur friends but you suddenly heard a person footsteps. As you stayed alert incase of a suddent attack.

You suddenly felt a hand on your waist, back hugging you but due to your instincts. You bend forward from the waist. That shifts your weight forward, making it more difficult for the attacker to pick you up.

You turn into the attacker with one of your elbows and continue counterattacking. Hitting him right on his face, mostly his nose. The person then started to shapeshift into a bunch of people before he fell to the ground and at that moment you realized it was Camilo.

"Mierda, Lo siento amor. I didn't know it was you!" You said crunching down at him, checking his face as he was flinching from the pain on his nose.

"Why would you do that?" He said still in pain as you got worried.

"Did you really forget that we are surrounded by big trees and who knows if I get attacked? Ofcourse my self defense instincts went into me"

"Ahh you hit like a goddamn fighte—ugh, I think I broke a bone in my nose"

"Why did you even sneak up on me like that?!"

"I didn't know you would do that, okay? I just wanted hugs" He said pouting as you narrowed your eyes at him, sighing.

You helped him stand up and hurriedly went to Casita. Dealing with his rants and stuffs like...

"You punch as if I am a bear"

"Ugh, I think my nose literally looks like a chameleon"

"Things to add on the list I won't ever do again: Backhugging my novia/o"

"I feel like im gonna lose my mind"

"Gosh, poor me. I feel betrayed"

"Hello 911, yes my girlfriend/boyfriend murdered my nose"

"Milo, shut up. You're literally injured, how are you still so energetic and talkative"

He just playfully snuck out his tongue at you. "Well then thank you for letting me in this situation, amor"

You rolled your eyes at him, as soon as you got there you let him sit on a chair and handed him an arepa which he immediately ate. And soon his injuries was gone and his nose looks okay now.

"Gracias, amor" He said as he check on his face and stood up and went to you. "Now, can I hug you?" He asked which you looked at him dumbfounded but chuckled and engulfed him into a tight hug which he returned.

"I'm sorry. Next time, you should not scare me like that, atleast give me a warning" You said putting a hand on his shoulders as his hands into your waist.

"What kind of warning?"

"Like this. Hey, Milo look at me"

"What—" You cutted him off by kissing him on the lips, he was shocked at first but you felt him kissed back as you both smiled unto the kiss. A minute later you both pulled away for air as he smirked.

"Wow, if that's the reward I am getting after you will punch me then I guess I'll have to do it again" He said aa you just chuckled about to say something but he kissed you again.

This time, you both stopped at the sound of someone's footsteps and a groan followed after.

"Get a room you two!" Isabela complained as Camilo stick his tongue out. To which she just went upstairs not forgetting to trapped Camilo in her veins.

"Wow, seriously?" He complained as you helped him get out.

"Come on quit whining, I have a lot to make things up to you" You said to which Camilo messily got himself out of the veins which caused you to laugh.

#camilo madrigal #disney encanto #shapeshiftermadrigal #camilo encanto #camilo supremacy #encanto camilo #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo x reader #fanfic #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #oneshots #camilo #camilo fanfic #camilo fluff #camilo imagine #camilo madrigal imagine #camilo x you #la familia madrigal

[lavishedinjimin]

ex-boyfriend jk and you get into argumen, leads to hate sex

MMMMMMMMM

warnings: aggression, degradation and disparaging tones, OC cheated... yikes, consensual.

only read if you are comfortable!

~

"I don't give a fuck if you want to be friends again, Y/n." Jungkook spits, pointing a finger at you. "Who the fuck do you think you are, coming into my house at this time?"

You scoff, brisk walking as you follow him into the bedroom. "Your house?! Did you forget that I had a share of paying your goddamn bills at one point?"

Jungkook groans in fury, running two hands through his hair, tugging against it. "As I said, I'm not going to be friends with you again. Not after what you did."

"I already told you!" your voice breaks, not letting your guard down. "I was drunk at the time! I didn't even get to say a proper fucking goodbye 'cuz you threw me out the house like a toy—"

This was Jungkook's last straw.

He faces you with an angered expression, his eyebrows creasing down as he marches to you with long strides. As if something possessed him, Jungkook roughly seizes your shoulders, composing you stay still as he gawks deep into your fearful, wide eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about you. You did not apologize for what you did." He slowly pronounces his words as if he's talking to a child. Because to him, that's what you look like right now. An immature child.

"Kook," you attempt to push him as you feel his hands getting tighter, but he does not yield.

"You didn't say sorry, who am I to forgive you?" he smiles menacingly, "and you have the courage to come up here and ask to be friends? Tell me exactly what you want, Y/n," Jungkook envelops his right hand around your throat, making you squirm as he applies pressure on each side, "Do you really want to be friends with me again, or do you just want my cock?"

Silence. His words catch you off-guard, mouth parting open but nothing seems to come out. Jungkook shakes his head, his taller, strong build towering over you. "I bet you just need me to fuck you again."

"Suck your dick," you manage you say as he chokes you, your lips transforming into a sly smile.

"Ohhh, that's how you wanna play. Okay," Jungkook abruptly tugs on your hair, initiating you to yelp, "you truly want to get in my nerves, huh? I'll shove my cock inside that dirty cunt to shut you up, how about that?"

Jungkook had a tendency during sex if he's really turned on, to just completely lose control. Often times he would put his pleasure before anyone else's if he's immensely horny. Yet now, as he was penetrating his cock inside you so fast you feel like exploding, Jungkook had one thing on his mind, and that was to fuck you until you forget your name.

You struggle to hold your body up so your upper body drops on the bed, hands gripping the pillows as Jungkook gives you the pleasure you haven't felt in such a long time.

He groans behind you, one hand on your waist as the other reaches over to wrap his hand around your hair, pulling it. Jungkook chuckles as you wince, your back arching.

"Dirty fucking pussy," he moans, sweat dripping down his chest and onto his abs, "always hungry for my cock. That's what you are, right? A little cock whore? I bet Namjoon's cock was better."

"O-Oh, please," you roll your eyes, "yours is better."

Jungkook feels himself being more agitated every time you speak. He spanks your ass so fucking hard that the impact made your body twitch, your pussy walls clenching around his thick girth.

"Good thing this is the last time you're getting this dick, then. Your cheating pussy doesn't deserve my cock—" Jungkook spanks you again, harder, "—not a single inch of your being deserve how good I make you feel."

"Jungkook," you whine, feeling that you're about to orgasm. "I-I'm sorry, okay? I'm fucking sorry! Please, I'm gonna cum!"

He removes his grip on your hair to his hand over your mouth to shut you up. "I'll let you cum if you promise to stay away from me. Get your ass over to Namjoon and let him handle you instead. I don't want anything to do with you."

#jungkook smut #dom jungkook #bts kinky hours open

[adorable-mya]

Can I request a fic of dazai x chubby reader who is insecure of how they look and gets anxious very easily when given the task to decide a decision for everyone. (Practically an overthinker-) of course you never have to do it either

ooooooh i’d love to write that especially when the description is really similar to me!! i’m kind of bad to insert body type in fic so sorry if it’s bad :( and thanks for requesting 💞💞!

genre : fluff but a little bit of jealousy ;)

dazai x gn! overthinker chubby reader

warning : none i think!

You were scrolling through your phone in the ADA, kunikida couldn’t scold you since he was on a mission. Dazai sat next to you and told you that boss Fukuzawa wanted to talk to you, so you went to his office.

« - Hi, Boss.

- Hello Y/N, I wanted to talk to you for a minute. There’s a big mission near Tokyo at a gala with a few celebrities. I want you to be in charge of the mission and go with Dazai and Atsushi, here is the -

- What !? Boss..I don’t think I should be the one in charge of that…Maybe Yosano should be the one in charge of this type of thing..?

- You’re a great detective Y/N. you’re the one i choose. And even if I wanted to choose Yosano she can’t. Anyway, here is the address. Also Dazai choose you a dress for the occasion, tell me if the dress doesn’t fit you or isn’t beautiful i’ll take care of it. That’s all, you can go.»

You were so confused, you hated being in charge of it and the gala was tomorrow evening. You couldn’t escape it. You were overthinking when someone a little bit taller than you bumped into you, you looked at the top. It was Dazai. You suddenly felt so calm and relaxed, all the bad thoughts disappeared only his smile was in your mind right now. He smiled and asked you why you looked so stressed right now, you explained it to him knowing damn well he already knew.

« - Well it looks like you’re going to be in charge of me tomorrow!

- Shut up, it’s not like i want to. And what does the mission consist of anyway? I didn’t even think about asking him..

- It’s an easy mission, we’ll just have to sneak into some room in the house and steal a few papers, said the brunette.

- So i’ll have to take care of this mission? Honestly it kinda starts to look easy..

- It’s not that easy from your point of view, you’ll have to discreetly ask for informations to the people at the gala then make a plan. And sorry babe but I’m not helping you, I heard that they were serving whiskey and crabs.

- Goddamn ! How am I supposed to do that…Also what dress did you chose? You know that i don’t like wearing tights dresses…

- That’s a surprise ♡»

You sighed and went home after this conversation, it was already 9pm when you took your shower and put on your pajamas so you directly entered your bed. You started to overthink about the mission, what if you failed it?? What if something happened to atsushi or dazai?? You’ll lose everything.

You were still overthinking when someone joined you in your sheets, it was Dazai. He started to tickle your belly, and you started to laugh.

« -S-Stop ticaaaa Dazai~ Hahah!!!»

He stopped and put his head close your neck and whispered :

« Everything’s gonna be fine honey, I have faith in you.» You smiled and fell asleep a few minutes later.

After a long day of work at the ADA you went home, Dazai was with you. Even in the car he didn’t even try to talk. You were too stressed and Dazai understood. When you came home he ran into your house and went back with a big bag behind his back.

« - What’s that ? you said

- You forgot about the most important thing tonight ! It’s….Your dress !!!!!

- Oh my God.

- Put it on!!! Let’s go!!!»

You went to your room and changed into the dress, you looked in the mirror. It was a long red dress, it was beautiful but you felt like it just didn’t fit you. Maybe you should wear something more…you? You started to be self conscious about how you looked. You didn’t want people to see you like that, but you didn’t have a choice so you opened the door and showed Daai your new dress.

Dazai thought that you looked like a top model in that dress, that everyone in the world could fall in love with you. He even started to be jealous, he knew that you were going to look gorgeous in the dress but he didn’t know you were going to be that gorgeous.

« -So…What do you think ? you asked

- I…I’m out of word.

- Ah I knew that it wouldn’t look good on me wait i’ll-

- No! Don’t change! You look so beautiful, you look like you’re going to steal everyone’s man ! I even feel jealous just thinking that other men have to see you like that…»

It wasn’t the first time someone complimented you, but everytime Dazai did, it felt kind of… different? You felt like a princess, you didn’t really know if he was lying or not but you felt really beautiful right now. Dazai put a simple black suit, it kind of reminded you of the time you met. When he was still working for the port mafia, you both were still kids but felt so mature. You went out of the house with Dazai and Atsushi was waiting for the both of you. You entered the car and drove.

You stopped in front of a big house, it was enormous actually. So many windows but it was gigantic so it felt okay to have that many of windows. All you knew about this gala or reception was that its hosted by a man called John Abbascia. You walked to the huge door with dazai holding you by the waist and Atsushi walking next to both of you, there was a list of guests. You didn’t need a fake name nor did Atsushi so you just put your first name and last name, however Dazai had to change his identity so he stole Kunikida’s name. You easily entered the reception and when you looked at the big ballroom you thought that there were too many pretty people and that dazai could cheat on you with this one cute girl or this boy with the most beautiful suit but…your lover looked at you and then looked at the crabs and RAN next to the table. Leaving you and Atsushi together.

« - He’ll never change…you said

- You knew him for a long time y/n-san?

- Oh yeah, a few years now. He always liked crab. I don’t understand but…i find it cute now…anyway we have to separate and find informations. I’ll text you as soon as I know something, okay?

- Okay !»

You asked a few people informations about the papers and received a lot of informations, some people asked you if you knew this Kunikida Doppo who was eating and drinking everything, and sometimes even flirted with married women. It made you laugh, honestly that wasn’t a big of a deal right now. You texted Atsushi about everything you found, and when you put your phone back into your purse a man came in front of you and said :

« - Hi my beautiful, I am the host of this reception, John Abbascia, could you give me this dance ?

- Oh, of course, but there are like 3 couples that are dancing right now..and I’m not that good with dancing, are you sure ?

- When you’re this beautiful nobody cares about how you dance. » You gave him your hand, and thought that even if he was supposed to be some sort of villain in this mission it was a great revenge for what Dazai did with those married women.

Everyone looked at you, you blushed and the tall man who was guiding you smiled. You didn’t feel the same feeling that you felt with dazai but it was still kind of comforting. You saw Atsushi awkwardly dancing with a woman. When you thought that you were finally able to comfortably dance, Dazai started to walk towards you. He looked furious but furious with his malicious smile, you felt intense fear. His hand slowly reached John’s shoulder, he turned his head, then Dazai gave him a huge punch in the face. That was so out of character that you thought you were dreaming. John fainted and Dazai dragged his body on the ground, he opened a door with his elbow and went into a room with the body. Everyone was so shocked they decided to believe that it was some sort of fever dream.

You took advantage of this situation and discreetly asked Atsushi to go search the papers, he did. Dazai came back 10min later and walked straight in front of you.

« - What did you do to him ? you innocently asked

- Nothing much.

- Are you mad at me ?

- Eh

- Are you drunk ?

- Maybe.

- Do you want to kiss me ?

- Yesn’t

- What does that mean.» You both looked at eachother in the eyes for a good 5sec and his head fell into your neck, his hair were soft and his breath was hot.

« - I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hit him. Can you forgive me ?

- Of course I can, I’m not an angel either. I danced with him because i felt jealous about the women you flirted with.

- I’m sorry for that too. I shouldn’t do that even if I don’t have any thought behind my acts.

- I felt insecure and didn’t think about the fact that it could’ve hurt your feelings, I..really like you Dazai. I don’t want you to feel sad or angry because of me.

- I l-» You were stopped by Atsushi coming next to both of you with a box full of papers.

« - Meh, said Dazai

- What ? said atsushi

- Nothing, said dazai with a noticeable annoying tone. » You chuckled and when you were going to say something to dazai you were stopped by a scream coming from the side of the little room where John was. It was him, furious. He started running towards you. You looked at Dazai, looked at Atsushi, looked back at Dazai. You whispered 1,2,3…and you three started running to the car.

After dropping off Atsushi at his apartment you and Dazai started to laugh. Why ? You didn’t know but you both just laughed. He stopped and looked at you in the eyes, you stopped too. The stars were shining, the moon was full and beautiful. The inside of the car was dark but Dazai and you could still clearly see eachother, he said :

« - You know, I wanted to tell you something.

- Yeah, I remember. We got interrupted.

- I wanted to say that..I love you Y/N.

- I lo-» And before replying, he kissed you. He put his hand on your neck and put his other one on your waist. His kisses were filled with love and passion. He kissed you like it was his last day on Earth. You kissed him back so passionately. He said between two kisses :

« You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I mean in the outside and in the inside I don’t care if you love me or if you don’t because i don’t think i’ll be able to stop loving you one day.» You chuckled and said :

« - My reply was I love you too you idiot. And you should maybe stop drinking so much!

- Actually, I’m fully sober right now. You’re the love of my life y/n. »

Monday, Atsushi accidentally snitched and Kunikida scolded Dazai and you like you were some kids and it made you laugh. You didn’t care about the scolding thing because your bound with Dazai was even better than before, you started to feel kind of confident.

author here : aaaa thanks for requesting something! this is the first time ive received one you don’t know how happy it made me :D !!! i don’t know if this was exactly what you wanted but i tried…haha ! i really enjoyed writing this <333

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II. Teach Me

Shiny & New Masterlist

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Words: 2410 (can you believe I wrote something under 4K?)

Warnings: Inapropro touches in public. Confessions. Oral sex (male receiving).

A/N: Here is part two you hoes. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please. I think this may be the shortest thing I’ve written in two years?

It wasn't that things were weird between the two of you after that night. It was that things weren't, far from it actually. Pedro was more touchy, and if you weren't overthinking things, he was more flirty as well. And the odd thing was, he didn't even care if anyone was around. He constantly found a way to touch you, whether it was a quick nudge to your waist or a soft caress of your lower back as he passed behind you. And then there were the dangerous smiles and low-key remarks full of innuendoes. You thought you were imagining all of this but there was no denying the bulge you felt against your back when he pulled you into his lap as soon as you stepped into the jacuzzi.

You said nothing of it, trying your hardest to continue whatever conversation you were having with Sarah without giving yourself or him away. He laughed at something Sarah said and leaned over, briefly kissing your shoulder blade before slithering one arm across your navel and pushing you down harder on him. You bite back a moan when you feel him twitch against you, unintentionally digging your nails into his thighs when his other hand slowly dips beneath your swimsuit piece.

It's a battle of who's a better actor, with Pedro pretending he was just having a chat and you trying to not make it obvious that you were practically getting fingered in front of your best friends. The lighter his touches became, the more difficult it was to keep it together. What was only a few minutes felt like hours and you sighed in relief when Oscar said that lunch was ready. You waited until everyone left the pool area before you turned around and looked at Pedro.

"Are you out of your mind?" There was no malice in your voice and Pedro smiled before leaning over and kissing down your neck.

"Yes...fuck, yes I am baby. I'm so goddamn crazy for you hermosa. You drive me mad...dreaming of you every night only to wake up with nothing but the memory of you in my arms." You melt into his embrace, trying not to make any noise as he bites down on your skin and leaves marks where his hands could reach,

"Pe-Pedro...please, I- I need..."

"I know what you need baby, I know exactly what you need. And I'll give it to you real good sweetheart...just stay over. D-don't leave, please. Stay here with me...stay here with me." There's a shift in his tone and you can't help but feel like there's perhaps more to this than you thought. And the hope that flutters through your heart doesn't scare you as much as you thought it would.

"Please oh god..." The hand around your waist is trailing up your stomach and you finally give in to him as he cups and kneads at your tits.

"Fucking tell me you'll stay querida." Pedro shakes you in his arms once, pulling at the hair on the nape of your neck until your throat was exposed to him. He licks the skin of your chest up to your jaw and hums at the taste of you, pulling away just in time to see goosebumps erupt on your skin.

"I'll- fuck...I'll stay. I'll stay...n-not going anywhere. I-"

"Sweet fucking girl...never letting you go now." Pedro whispers as he molds his lips with yours, swallowing your moans and deepening the kiss when you gasp at his needy touches.

You inhale deeply when he finally lets you go and stands up. By the time you're opening your eyes, Pedro is looking down and smiling devilishly at you. He stills has his arms wrapped around your back and chuckles at you when your knees buckle at feeling him so near to you.

"That good huh?" You're looking away when he winks, quickly moving out of the spa area and grabbing a towel while Pedro drys his chest and puts on a shirt. Your eyes scan the backyard and when you don't find anyone, you dare to turn around, eyes widening in embarrassment when you see Pedro fixing himself through his swimsuit.

He walks towards you and helps you put on your dress, never once breaking eye contact as his hands move across your wet skin.

"Hurry the fuck up baby chicken!" You snap out of your haze when you hear Oscar yelling from inside, smiling at Pedro as he grabs your hand and moves towards the house.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, with Pedro glancing at you every once in a while and waiting until you smile at him before he goes back to whatever he was doing. You hope you're not reading too much into this, especially now that there were more emotions involved than before. It felt like he was perhaps as nervous as you but there was no way that was true. A man who touched you so shamelessly in front of your friends wouldn't suddenly grow nervous over you staying over. Right?

"Alright heart eyes, I'll see you later." You pretend you don't hear Oscar teasing Pedro as he's leaving, waving your goodbyes as you begin to clean up after everyone. You hear the front door close and immediately head to the kitchen, trying to not seem too nervous now that you're left alone with Pedro.

A solid warm body creeps up from behind you and you drop the plate in the sink when you feel Pedro's hands crawling up your stomach.

"I satisfied myself all of these weeks with the mere thought of you hermosa..."

You shiver at his hoarse voice, shutting your eyes and allowing your head to fall back on his shoulder as he begins to leave a trail of wet kisses down your throat.

"How does that make you feel baby? Knowing that I can't stop thinking about you...fuck sweetheart you're the prettiest goddamn sight in the world." Pedro is turning you around in his arms in an instant, shoving his tongue down your throat and keeping you flush against him as he makes his way back to the couch, the same couch he almost fucked you on not a whole month ago.

"Pedro...oh god, please. I- want to...to-"

"What do you want baby? I'll give you anything, everything...just please let me keep kissing you." His desperate pleas twist the inside of your stomach and you reluctantly lay a hand on his chest and push him away. Pedro's eyes panic and he lets go of you immediately, not wanting to force you into anything you didn't want.

"Wait...I- I want to know what this is," you motion between the two of you, ignoring the way he's licking his lips and looking back at you, "because- fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be. I can't lose you Pedro but I can't lie and pretend that I don't...want more with you. Ever since what we did, I can't- it's like everything made sense all of a sudden. I don't know why I never thought of this but you were so sweet and caring and kind and everything perfect. I can't do this if you aren't...if you just want to-" Pedro suddenly steps forward and takes hold of your neck, making sure you're meeting his gaze before he opens his mouth.

"I wasn't lying when I said I'm crazy about you querida. And- if I'm being honest, I've had these feelings long before you asked me to sleep with you. Ever since I met you baby, I always pictured you in my arms, having lunch with me, staying over every night...coming to events with me. I wanted you then and I want you now." His words are soothing and you shut your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand before you decide to ask him what you've been dying to know ever since the morning.

"Why didn't you say anything Pedro?" I could have been with you for so long.

"Because...I didn't think you'd ever consider me." Pedro looks away when he confesses his fear, not wanting to see the look on your face should you agree with him.

"Are you serious?" You frown at him and almost pull away when he smiles sadly at you.

"I'm older than you sweetheart, a lot older than you. The thought of you rejecting me was...unbearable."

He's shocked when he feels your arms wrap dramatically around his neck just as your lips seek his own. But he's pulling you in soon after, smiling when you moan and beg for him to bring you closer to him.

"I'll take it you don't mind then?" He asks between kisses, laughing when you push him down on the couch and straddle him. His hands are roaming your back before he squeezes and grasps at your ass. He can already himself harden beneath you the more you buck your hips against him.

"Fuck baby you're a dream...my fucking dream." There is a hint of reluctance in his voice and you let go of him and look into his eyes as you whisper your assurances.

"I'm here Pedro...not going anywhere. I promise." He's about to lean up again to taste your lips when you move down his body and kneel between his thighs.

"Wha- what're you doing honey?" He gulps at the sight of you kneeling at his feet, pupils dilating as soon as he feels your hands cupping his cock through his shorts.

"I want to taste you Pedro, please. You- you promised. Please, will you teach me? Will you teach me how to take your cock in my mouth? I want you to come down my throat...want to know how to touch you, pleasure you...make you lose control." Your words are enough to make him hard. Pedro can't believe what he's hearing and your request shoots straight to his dick when he realizes that this is probably your first blowjob.

"Fuck...yeah alright go on baby. Touch me, take what you want...let me feel those pretty lips wrapped around me cock." Pedro raises his hips just as you pull down his shorts, moaning when he sees the way you eye his cock like you were about to feast on him.

"God...I touched myself every night Pedro...picturing your cock sliding into my pussy, stretching me out...filling me up. But you're so much thicker than I remember. So thick and hard for me. Is- is this all for me?" He's sure you're not aware of the effect you're having on him or else you would stop so he wouldn't come so soon.

"Yeah honey, it's for you. All for you. Why don't you be a good little girl and open your mouth. Open it sweetheart and take my cock. Go on, I'll be gentle." He thumbs your jaw and clenches his jaw when you slowly take the head of his dick between your lips. He forces himself to not buck his hips against you, knowing that you needed to get used to the size of him before he tried anything. The curiosity etched on your face as you explore him makes him wish he could push you down on all fours and fuck you until you couldn't remember anything but his name. But he bites into his lower lip to try and have a semblance of control over his body.

"Oh ff-fuck...so wet and warm. Pretty girl...sweet fucking girl." His words make you moan around him and you shut your eyes to try and take him a little deeper. Pedro is torn between keeping his eyes open to commit every single moment to memory and shutting it to enjoy the softness of your throat. But he keeps them open, watching as you switched between licking the precum rolling down his length and sucking on the side of his cock while you rubbed the tip.

"Shit fuck baby...it's okay. You- you don't have to sweetheart...we'll get you there. I'll train this cute mouth of yours to gag on my cock...just enjoy this for now, fuck. So good. So fucking good." Pedro is looking at you with desperation and neediness in his eyes and you pull back to lick at the underside of his cock before leaving wet kisses on his balls. His grip tightens around your hair, unable to decide whether that was the most innocent or the filthiest fucking thing he's ever seen. You're not shy anymore, and Pedro enjoys the sight of you as spit drools down your chin and onto his dick. You're messy and wet and shameless in your touches. Absolutely fucking beautiful.

"You taste so good," it's a faint whisper but his cock twitches in your hand at the exclamation and he gulps nervously when he feels your grip harden around his dick. Fucking hell, how's he already so close?

"Please baby, let me come. Want to come down your throat, fill you up before I fuck this tight cunt again. Take my cock hermosa...take it like the filthy little girl you are. Shit, baby I'm so close...so- so fucking close." He finally throws his head back when your lips enclose around him again, breathing growing erratic when warm hand jerks off the rest of him while the other cups his balls. He's moaning your name and swearing all sorts of curses in Spanish, never once noticing how much it turns you on when he loses control.

"Shit shit fuck oh god- oh baby baby I'm- cuh..coming ff-fuck!" You take him just a tad bit deeper right before you feel hot, long spurts of cum shooting down your throat. It almost feels like he's coming for minutes on end and you squeeze and suck on his dick until he gets too sensitive and pushes you off of him. Pedro looks down just in time to see you collect the cum trailing down your chin and lick it off of your thumb.

"Fucking beautiful." He whispers and mirrors your smile before he pulls you up into his lap again. You're shocked when he kisses you, moaning in surprise when you feel his tongue exploring your mouth. When Pedro finally pulls away to allow you to breathe, he's laughing again at the hazy look on your face.

"W-was I any good?" The reluctance and shyness in your voice makes him almost grow hard again.

"Well, practice does make perfect sweetheart. And I plan on practicing with you all night long."

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[4:04] Heart Not Found

a/n // disclaimer: I’d like to make it clear that I neither condone nor endorse any of the behavior described in this fic. Each of the characters acknowledges that it is beyond unacceptable and unjustified; this is merely meant to be an experimental look at the psychological processes within a yandere’s mind. Furthermore, this work is purely fictional and I do not claim to personally know exactly how any of the ateez members behave.

a/n: If there’s anything potentially triggering that I have forgotten to list in the warnings, please let me know and I’ll fix my mistake asap!! thank you <3

pairing: yandere!San x genderneutral!reader x pianist!boyfriend!Hongjoong

genre: angst

word count: 2602

warnings: non-idol AU, murder, descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood and death, mentions of knives, San is highly obsessive in this, he threatens the reader but doesn’t actually hurt them, kidnapping, trespassing, swearing, I did my best to keep the violence as vague as possible

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It was around 3am and you had yet to return home, and to say San was unnerved about this fact would be a massive understatement.

It wasn’t unusual for you to get home when it was already dark outside but it was never after midnight, much less in the early morning hours it was approaching now.

San tapped his fingers against the glass of his window anxiously as he watched the streets below attentively. You had turned off your phone a while ago, or at least that was the conclusion he drew after he stopped getting a signal from the tracker he had secretly managed to install on your phone.

3:12... why weren't you home yet?

His jaw went tense when he finally caught sight of you a few excruciatingly long minutes later, and he absolutely fumed as he saw you holding hands with another man he had never seen before in his life- he paused.

He did recognize the man, as none other than the pianist Kim Hongjoong who had been gaining quite a bit of popularity in the recent months. Kim Hongjoong, who he had gone to high school with until the older dropped out to focus on his career instead.

San didn't care much for that though, because a pretty face and a talent like Hongjoong's didn't mean he could love and care for you like you deserved it.

San believed that only he could give you everything you needed and wanted, and everything beyond that. Which was exactly why he was seeing red, punching the wall next to himself angrily. It caused his knuckles to bleed from the force behind the action, but the rage he felt overshadowed his pain.

Why didn’t you realize you were destined to be his and his alone? That you shouldn’t go whoring yourself out to other men? That only he should be the one to hold you in his arms, the one to protect you from everyone and everything.

He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t feel his attraction to you, why you insisted on turning a blind eye to him and found him “weird.” That’s what he assumed to be the case, at the very least.

San loved you, why was that so damn difficult for you to understand?

His narrowed eyes flickered over to the knife resting on his bedside table, and he had it clutched tightly in his bleeding hand within the blink of an eye.

He darted down the stairs without a second thought, blinded by the rage he felt deep within himself.

Meanwhile, outside, you were hugging your boyfriend goodbye for the night. His dark eyes shone innocently as he kissed your nose affectionately, causing you to giggle while still having your hands intertwined.

“So I’ll pick you up at 10 tomorrow for brunch, yeah?”

“Sounds good, Hongjoongie~ I’ll see you then.” You playfully blew him a kiss before he turned and walked off into the night, rounding the corner shortly after.

It was San’s time to strike, using your distracted state of mind to creep up behind you and tightly wrap an arm around your torso while he held the knife to your throat in warning.

You didn’t recognize his voice at first when he whispered into your ear, your brain much too clouded from the feeling of fear filling you, “If you make any sound at all, I’ll personally slit your throat and cut your vocal cords. You don’t want to lose an angelic voice such as yours, do you~?”

Realizing your situation was hopeless due to the unexpected amount of strength the man holding you possessed, you stopped trying to kick him and wrestle yourself free. This was the only answer he needed, starting to take slow and deliberate steps backwards from your house over to his. His hold on you remained tight, borderline suffocating even, just in case you would dare to get bold and try something.

He had left his door slightly ajar, kicking it shut behind him once he had finally brought you inside of his living space.

You still found yourself unable to figure out the identity of the man who had burst into your comfort zone out of nowhere but you didn’t want to find out what he was capable of doing to you if you attempted to resist whatever he was in the process of doing and pinpoint who he was, considering the amount of ease with which he snuck up and took hold of you just a few minutes ago.

Casually dropping his knife onto a nearby cupboard, he led you down the hallway of his house to a spacious bedroom. It was then a figurative lightbulb went off in your head and the fog clouding your mind cleared, upon seeing certain pieces of furniture he had placed in the room.

You had been here before. You had been in this house before when he had just moved in and his furniture was all over the place, he was the ‘cute neighbor’ who had offered you some coffee and invited you over to ‘get to know each other a little.’ Now all you needed to do was remember his name- it clicked. You remembered.

His grip on you (probably purposely) loosening, you whirled around and took a few steps away from him. San didn’t seem all too fazed by it though, simply grinning knowingly at you and crossing his arms while you did your best to subtly gain proper awareness of your surroundings.

It seemed like he noticed, however, because that was when he finally spoke up again.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to recognize me, love. You know who I am, don’t you~?” His tone was so calm that it unsettled you to the point of having to avert your eyes, your head hanging low as you nodded hesitantly, hardly even noticing his use of the pet name.

“I knew it...~” San’s voice trailed off into a purr that you weren’t sure how to feel about, deciding that being wary was likely the smartest thing you could do in your current situation.

Too lost in thought, you didn’t realize he had stepped closer to you while you were internally debating with yourself, pleased that you seemed to remember what he said about speaking.

“Now, I have something to take care of for a little bit... I trust that you’ll be good and not leave this room.” Although a smile was painted on his features, it didn’t make his tone sound any less threatening. Not willing to find out what might happen if you didn’t react, you nodded once more.

“That’s my good dove~” All of it disgusted you - from the way he cooed at you, over the way his lips twitched upwards into a grin, to the way he looked at you like you were the only person in this twisted world.

You hated it and yet there you stood, in the middle of this sicko’s bedroom, frozen with uncertaintly and fear. You only scarcely resisted the urge to punch him in the face, watching closely as he left a few moments later and closed the door behind himself.

You heard him lock it as well, heaving a shaky sigh when you believed him to be out of earshot.

Your body shook with rage, how did he have the audacity to just kidnap you like that and walk away like he didn’t commit a goddamn felony? Your first instinct was to break something, and you figured that the window might be the first best thing - just in case it’d give you an opportunity to escape.

Looking around, you were quick to find a small hammer in a drawer. You swung it against the glass with every bit of force you could muster, only for the object in your hand to bounce back without leaving even so much as a crack. Dumbfounded by the fact that San had even reinforced his windows to keep you from leaving him, clearly having planned this for a while, you dropped the hammer next to you and sank to your knees.

You curled in on yourself, sobs wracking your body as you were forced to come to terms with the reality that you were trapped. Trapped in this room, trapped with your not-so-innocent-and-sweet neighbor.

Meanwhile, San’s steps were hurried as he sought out your boyfriend’s house, knife in hand while he occasionally glanced at his phone. It probably wasn’t very smart of Hongjoong to have his personal address publicized for fan mail purposes, considering how easily it could be exploited by people like San.

He should’ve been freezing out in the cold air at 3:35 in the very early morning, but the blood practically boiling in his veins kept him from being affected by it much. It was almost too easy for him to trespass onto the desired property when he finally reached it, breaking the lock on the door effortlessly with the blade of his knife.

Hongjoong had a habit of staying up as late as it was humanly possible, and it was rather common knowledge that he sometimes didn’t even sleep at all. As such, San was not the least bit surprised to faintly hear someone playing the piano when he stepped into the house as quietly as he could.

He followed the sound, eventually coming to a large room filled with a variety of instruments of different sizes. In the middle was, as San had to begrudgingly admit, a beautiful piano. Its seat was occupied by his very target, Hongjoong, who was aware of the younger man’s presence and let his fingers press against the black and white keys once more.

The sound the action produced was so disharmonious that it made San physically cringe as he stared the young pianist down, the latter of whom finally lifting his head with a deep, exasperated sigh.

“This is about y/n, isn’t it? I’ve noticed the way you look at-”

“You saw nothing! You know nothing! Do you have any fucking clue how painful it is to see the one you love with someone else, to not even have them spare you a single glance because of how little they care about you?” San was furious at this point, blinded by his rage, Hongjoong flinching and recoiling in his seat at the harsh tone employed by the other male as he continued, “I know you don’t. You were always the prodigy and excelled at what you did, got everything you wanted so easily... including the one thing I wanted too. I can’t live with that, and neither will you.”

“I-I didn’t- That’s not-” Hongjoong stammered, trying to defend himself before quickly realizing it was a futile endeavor when he saw San lunging at him with his knife clutched tightly in his hand. His reflexes were fast as he tried to reach for a nearby violin to whack the latter unconscious with but the crazed younger was, to his demise, much faster and pinned him to the surface of his piano while the keys beneath him produced another dissonant sound.

It didn’t exactly help that San was not only taller but also more muscular than Hongjoong, so the latter’s tries to wiggle and struggle free were for nothing. He groaned in pain as the wooden edges of his instrument forcefully dug into his skin; he clawed at it, but to no avail. He had no chance against San.

Despite knowing how hopeless it was for himself, Hongjoong refused to go down without a fight and proceeded kick and scream in San’s hold, “You’re making a huge m-mistake-”

His vision spun before going black, his pleas going silent while his body went limb. Everything stopped, except for San. He continued to stab and mutilate the older until he deemed it enough and was satisfied, stepping backwards after. He got what he came here for. Taking a quick picture with his phone to show to both you and the police what had taken place (although he’d come up with an alibi for the authorities, of course), he backtracked his steps and left the house as fast as his feet would take him.

Still under the safe and dark blanket of the night, he made his way back to his own house. Making sure to hide the bloody knife where no one would find it, he cleaned himself off briefly before he got an idea for how he could use the ‘souvenir’ he brought for you.

You jumped slightly in your spot on San’s bedroom, curled up and hiding your face behind your knees even now, when you heard him slam the front door shut which signalled you that he had returned from whatever he was out doing. You feared the worst as you listened carefully, presuming the noise he was making to be coming from his kitchen.

You looked up when the bedroom door clicked open and San entered, a smug and satisfied grin on his face as he moved to set a jar on the bedside table before crouching in front of you.

“I’m home, bunny. Did you miss me~?” His falsely innocent, sweet tone was still something you despised, although you felt genuine fear for what he could do to you simply by looking at the tiny smudge of blood lingering on his cheek, so you nodded obediently.

“Good. I just had to have a little chat with your pretty boy, and look what he gave me~!” San cheerfully nudged his head towards the bedside table, and the sight you were met with made you feel sick to your stomach.

What you assumed to be Hongjoong’s bloody heart. In a jar. You kept glancing back and forth between him and the object, gaping at him in both shock and disbelief of what he had done.

“What do you think of it, love? Pretty, isn’t it~? Go on, tell me.” He encouraged you softly, "You told him he had your heart right? Now you have his forever!” He chirped, and your voice was shaky as you spoke.

“Y-you monster!” You exclaimed, cursing yourself internally for your stuttering as you cursed at him, “You heartless bastard, you didn’t have to kill him!”

“I didn’t want to kill him,” he admitted softly, looking down as if he felt any sense of remorse for any of his actions within the last hour or so, “but he left me no choice. He refused to break up with you. He refused to let me love you without... all this.” He gestured vaguely, pulling out his phone to show you the photo he took, “He refused to let me have even one thing I wanted for myself, even though he always got whatever he wished for. Desperate times require desperate measures, I had no choice...”

San trailed off, your own face paling at the realization that Hongjoong had been murdered because of a petty rivalry of sorts from the past that San had yet to let go of.

Feeling lightheaded by the abundance of information swimming in your already aching head, you blacked out. When you came to your senses again, it appeared to be morning and San was making noise in another room.

Tears wet your face as you shakily reached for your phone, wishing you hadn’t because the very first notification you opened was a headline you had prayed wouldn’t be reality, accompanied by the very picture San had taken the previous night.

“Up and coming pianist Kim Hongjoong brutally murdered in his home last night; investigations still ongoing”

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[peach-skull]

Forever yours

Forever yours

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

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tags/TW

Unprotected sex, dry humping, pregnancy mention, cumming inside, childhood friends to lovers, facesitting, shiggy being his nasty self, no quirks au, fluff adjacent 

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You would get a turn once he died. That’s how it was: That’s how it had been ever since you two were children. Tomura rarely died in video games, so if you wanted a turn you either had to whine until he gave in or wait until he was too focused to notice you take it from him until it was too late. However, you weren’t interested in video games today. You were interested in him. In his soft blue hair, his long, slender fingers, his beautiful crimson eyes. You were head over heels for your best friend since childhood, Tomura Shigaraki. It was a terrible,  roiling mixture of puppy love and sheer lust. You wanted to go on long walks and hold his hand. You also wanted him to bend you over a table and fuck you until your legs gave out. 

“ Tomu.”

He didn’t answer you, too absorbed in his game to pay attention to anything else. You huffed and tapped him with your foot.

“Tomura!”

Shigaraki muttered something unintelligible and paused his game, looking at you over his shoulder.

“ What do you want, (Y/N)?”

Showtime.

“ I have, uh, a personal question for you”

He grabbed an energy drink and took a sip.

“ Just ask it already.”

You needed to ask this casually. Like you couldn’t care less about the answer. Just making friendly conversation.

“ You’re still a virgin, right?”

He choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he tried to think of an answer. Who just asks shit like that?! You better not be making fun of him.

“ That’s none of your goddamn business,asshole.”

Based on his reaction alone, he had to be. You shrugged casually and adjusted one of your thigh-highs, smoothing your pleated skirt once it was back in position. You had worn them especially for him: you knew him long enough to know what he liked.

“ I’ll take that as a yes. So am I. I want to lose it but like, with the right person y’know? Not some rando, or like, a boyfriend who’ll sour the experience if we break up.”

You have never used ‘like’ in a sentence so many times in your life. Or used the word rando. 

“ so I was thinking, wouldn’t it be way easier to do it with someone you already trust? Like a close friend . so what if we, Y’know, helped each other ou-

SLAM. before you could even finish your question, Shigaraki had moved from the foot of the bed to the headboard, straddling you with his hands gripping above your head. 

He loomed above you, a massive cheshire grin plastered on his flushed face.

“ You aren’t fucking with me, right? You’re being serious? You actually wanna fuck?”

You didn’t expect him to be so enthusiastic about it. You thought he would decline, or accept in a less...intense manner. He was panting and leering and- was he seriously drooling? As if to answer your question, a drop of spit landed on your chest. Maybe a keyhole sweater wasn’t the best thing to wear today. 

“N-no, I'm not messing around, Tomu. I-I want… I want to have sex with you.”

Tomura quickly laid on top of you, pinning you down and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You had never been kissed before.  You tried to keep up with him, but he was just so rough that it was difficult to do so.You put your trembling hands oh his shoulders and tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position. He snickered and began to grind against your lap, completely misunderstanding what you were trying to do. You pushed his face away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“ Get off for a second, I need to move my legs.”

Tomura rolled his eyes but did as you said, crawling backwards on all fours. More of a scuttle, really. You lifted your skirt and spread your legs, revealing your string-tie panties.  You didn’t even get the chance to tell him to come back before he pounced, rutting against your covered pussy and latching onto your neck. You could feel the seam of his jeans rubbing on your clit as he frantically humped you. It felt better than you thought it would: his weight on you, the teeth on your throat, the grind of his hard cock on your aching sex. You were getting close to the edge already, moaning and grabbing onto his hoodie as you  tried not to finish.

“T-Tomura! Please slow down, I- ah! I’m- I don’t want to cum from kissing! Please, just s-stop for a second!”

Goddammit, he was so close. It hurt to pull away from the warm embrace of your thighs, but he grit his teeth and did it anyways. You had a point: cumming from dry humping alone was a little pathetic. Shigaraki sat back on his heels and surveyed the damage.

Your skirt was pulled up past your stomach. One of your thigh highs had rolled all the way down to your ankle and your neck was covered in bruises. The hole in the chest of your sweater had slipped, exposing the top of your nipples. You weren’t wearing a bra. Holy shit, you weren’t wearing a bra. You had waltzed over to his house and sat on his bed in thigh highs and a sailor skirt and one of those sweaters with a boob window and NO FUCKING BRA. Tomura jumped off of the bed and pulled down his pants without bothering to unzip them. As you stared at the absolute monster of a cock that your best friend somehow had tucked away just moments ago, you only had one question on your mind.

“ um, Shiggy?”

You only called him that when you were particularly nervous. Tomura tore off his hoodie, his shirt going along with it and threw them both on the ground.

“ Why the hell is your dick so goddamn big?!”

 He looked down at his crotch as if he had absolutely no clue that his cock was roughly the size of a coke bottle. He looked at you and shrugged.

“ No idea. It’s always been like this, can I fuck your tits?”

He had to be joking.

“What?!”

“ Can you give me a titjob? Please?! I’m really close! It’ll take like two minutes, I swear!

If you weren’t madly in love with this man, you’d put him and his stupid horse cock in a shallow grave.

“ Yeah, yeah, just gimme a sec…”

He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him, grinning wildly.

“ Lay down over here and put your boobs on my lap. This’ll be great,I swear.”

Shit, why did he have to be so cute?! You grumbled about various grievances you had with your friend and his dopey smile and that scar on his lips and and his stupid fucking fat dick as you got off his bed and walked over to where he was sitting. You stood in front of him and took off your sweater, chucking it into his face.

“ I swear to GOD if you choke me with that thing, I’ll bite it off. No head-pushing, Understand?”

He just smiled and nodded his head rapidly. 

You turned around and took your skirt off, bending over afterwards to roll up the rogue stocking that had decided to slip. While you were busy trying to keep the damn thing from falling again, Tomura grabbed the strings tying your panties together and tugged, undoing the bows and yanking them off of you.

“HEY!”

He held the underwear up to get a closer look. They were white and (f/c) striped, with lace and a little bow on top. Absolutely adorable. He was going to add them to his collection when you weren’t looking,but he just couldn't resist pressing his face into the damp fabric and inhaling deeply.

Was this motherfucker seriously sniffing your panties right in front of you?! You snatched the cloth away from him and threw them across the room, safe from his nasty clutches. For now.

“ Heh, sorry about that (Y/N). You always smell so good, I couldn’t help myself.”

That really shouldn’t have made your stomach flutter the way it did. You laid on the bed, lowering your chest onto Tomura’s lap. He ran his hand down your back and slapped your ass, laughing when you yelped out of pain and surprise.

“ Raise your hips. I can’t have you doing all the work now can I?”

He lowered his hand past your ass, but his fingers couldn’t reach your clit, stopping a few centimeters short. He grumbled and leaned to the side, trying his best to figure out a position that would let him rub your clit and finger your dripping pussy at the same time and gave him the lap titjob he wanted. He might have miscalculated, but that couldn’t be: it looked great in the hentai he saw a couple weeks ago, so it should work just fine IRL!

“ Tomura, this position is kinda weird. I don’t think this is going to work the way you think it will.”

“ Yes it will! C’mon, just raise your hips a little more-”

You looked up at him as best you could from the awkward position on his lap.

“ You saw this in a doujin, didn’t you?”

After around five minutes of arguing about whether or not Tomura’s stupid position would ( or even could) work, you decided to take initiative by pushing him down  and sitting on his face. How else were you supposed to shut him up? 

“ Sorry, Tomu. This was the only way to get you to be quiet. Seriously, who the hell gets into an argument about hentai in the middle of a hookup? There’s a time and place for everything, dumbass.”

You drooled into your palm to make impromptu lube before wrapping your hand around the head of his cock, smearing your saliva and his precum around as you jerked him off. You had never given a handjob before, but if the moans sending vibrations straight to your  core where anything to go on, you were doing a pretty good job. You grabbed the back of his head and ground against his face, giggling when his cock twitched.

“ C’mon, make me cum! Don’t you wanna get to the main event? I want you to rail me until I can't walk. Don’t you wanna fuck me, Tomura? Do you wanna slam that fat cock into my tight little pussy or not?”

He’d always been fun to tease, but never like this. There was a sort of power in it now: you had him right where you wanted him. Or so you thought.Shigaraki growled and grabbed your ass to hold you still. He was sick and tired of you always messing with him. Elbowing him during multiplayer games so he would mess up.Taking the last sip of his energy drink, not even thinking of the indirect kiss. Filling his room with the smell of your perfume after a day of hanging out and then just leaving him alone to masturbate to the thought of you. 

“ Aw, are you getting cranky, Tomu? I’m almo-”

He licked  along your folds before getting to your clit. He drew slow circles with his tongue before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking harshly. He flicked his tongue over your clit, adding a maddening amount of stimulation to the already overwhelming act. You squealed and tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too strong. 

“ Oh fuck! It’s too much, I’m not gonna be able to - ah!- be able to focus on what I’m doing here!”

Tomura didn’t give a fuck about what you where trying to do. He cared about revenge. And if revenge came in the form of eating your pussy until you cried, then so be it. He had no plans of stopping : your bittersweet taste and your thighs squeezing his head was too damn good. He stopped sucking with a loud pop and shoved his tongue  deep inside of you. He didn’t have a lot of experience ( he had 0 experience) but he had heard enough stories from his more socially savvy friends to know that you were supposed to keep your hands, mouth, or toys on the clit at all times. Keeping this advice in mind, he rubbed his thumb over your clit.

This was ridiculous. How was he this good at eating pussy? He was supposed to be the same as you: an inexperienced virgin. Maybe all that porn he watched did some good. You had no idea. All you knew for certain was that if he got the upper hand, you’d never hear the end of it. Your efforts had slowed due to Shigaraki’s distraction. You gripped his cock harder and moved your hand faster. Tomura moaned and bucked his hips. With the amount of precum that was leaking out, he had to be close. 

He didn’t want to let you win, but your hand was making it impossible to focus. It was just so damn soft: nothing like his rough, calloused fist. Tomura had no idea how he was going to go back to his left hand after this. If your hand was this good, what was your cunt going to feel like? It really hit him then. He had been fantasizing about it for years, and now it was actually going to happen. He was going to fuck you. The mere thought of it caused the tension in his stomach to break, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his throbbing cock and landing on his torso. The look on his face was driving you insane: bright red, eyes rolled back in his skull, brows crinkled in a way you had always found adorable. You threaded your fingers through his hair with both hands and started desperately humping his face. You wanted to cum,needed to cum: you just wanted him to fuck you already. You had waited for years. You finally came with a wail, crushing his head between your thighs as you rode out the high of your long-awaited orgasm.

It took you several seconds to remember that your friend probably needed to breathe. You got off of him as quickly as you could on your trembling legs. 

  “ Are you okay, Shiggy? I didn’t mean to suffocate you: it just felt so good that I lost control…”

Shigaraki quickly sat up. He was doing great: just had the best nut of his entire life, got his head squeezed and his hair pulled, and he was going to lose his virginity to the girl he had pined over for nearly his entire life. How could he be doing anything other than amazing?!

“ I'm good.”

You looked at the mess all over his chest. How was it even possible to cum that much and still be hard? Was that just how much there always was? Did he need to see a doctor?

While the gears turned in your head, Tomura grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped himself off, tossing the soiled fabric away once he was done. The sheer nastiness of that snapped you out of your confused state. You were about to say something when he beat you to it.

“ What position do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know, like doggy, or cowgirl, or wheelbarrow-”

You didn’t think wheelbarrow was an actual position, but you really didn’t want to get into another argument right now. You were gonna call him out on it later, though.

“ I’d like to do missionary.”

Tomura nodded sagely. Missionary was a classic. A bit basic, but it would do.

“If you’re ready, let’s move on to the next level”

You nodded, too nervous to speak. He shuffled slowly towards you, hands shaking and arms outstretched. He needed to be cool about this: he came on a bit strong after your proposal earlier. You laid on your back and resisted the urge to cover your face with your hands. You had wanted this for such a long time, but he was just so big and he was seeing you naked and he was actually kind of muscular without his clothes on and- for fucks sake was he seriously drooling again?! 

Shigaraki quickly wiped the drool away from his mouth. You were just so beautiful. You looked scared,though-was it the drooling? He couldn’t help that! He started to scratch his neck- a habit that he just couldn’t seem to break. Even if it meant that he wasn’t going to get to have sex today, he needed to make sure that you still wanted this.

“ Are you okay? We can… we can stop i-

“NO! I mean- n-no, I’m fine. Just- just be gentle, okay?

Gentle. He could do that. Just go slow, don’t go in all the way, and probably no biting. Wait, didn’t he need a condom? It must not be that big of a deal if you didn’t bother to bring it up, right? Yeah, he could just pull out.

Tomura grabbed the base of his cock and lined it at your entrance before carefully pushing inside of you. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as you thought it would: it just stung a little bit. You had expected ripping, bleeding pain before seeing his dick, and kind of assumed you would die after seeing it in all it’s terrifying glory. But no! You were alive and thriving.

Your partner in crime, however, was having a significantly harder time. Your pussy made his fleshlight feel like sandpaper in comparison: he considered burning the stupid peice of silicone after you two were done for being so inferior to the real thing. The fleshlight wasn’t this tight, or this warm, and it didn’t twitch like your pussy did. He honestly felt kind of bad for the times that he used it while thinking of you- not for jacking off to you or anything like that, but for using that piece of shit as a stand-in. It was insulting. Shigaraki figured that it probably wasn’t the best idea to put it in all the way in,but it was taking every ounce of his self-control to not just slam in balls-deep and fuck you into the mattress. 

….. Was he okay? There was a vein bulging on his forehead and he looked damn-near terrified. You were going to have to make the first move again. You put your hands on his waist and pulled him towards you until his hips were flush with yours. Despite the slow entrance, his cock hitting your cervix still knocked the air out of you. It hurt a bit more now, but not nearly enough to stop.

“ I-it’s okay Shiggy, it doesn’t hurt. You can move now..”

Tomura cautiously  pulled backwards a few inches and pressed back inside just as carefully. His first couple of thrusts were a bit awkward, but he soon found a slow, steady rhythm. 

You couldn’t believe how soft he was being. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your collar bone before moving to your breasts, licking your nipple before putting it in his mouth and sucking. His other hand was lightly caressing the opposing mound. It was all so sweet and tender that you almost wanted to cry: you knew that he didn’t feel the same way that you did. But for now, all you could do was stroke his hair and pretend that you were making love instead of just hooking up. 

“Mmmmn, T-tomur-ah!”

This wasn’t fair! He had liked you for years, you were gasping and moaning underneath him, but something unpleasant was still prodding at the back of his thoughts. After this, you were going to find some strong, confident man to take his place. This was just practice. Shigaraki didn’t want this to be practice: he wanted you to be his last. He wanted to be your only. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and started to thrust into you harder. He wanted you to be all his.

“ Mmmineeee...” 

Mine?! Did he just say “mine”?! Did he- did he feel the same way?! No, that couldn't be: you probably just misheard him.

“ um, w-what did you say?”

He snapped his head up and glared at you, his ruby eyes practically glowing.

“ I said mine! I want you to be mine! MY player two, MY pussy,MINE!”

With every repeat of mine he slammed into you a little harder, a little rougher.

“Come on, say it! Say you’ll be mine, (Y/N)!

You felt like such an idiot. Of course Tomura wasn’t going to say that he liked you- this was Tomura you were talking about. But he’d been showing it for years- walking you home, helping you win plushies at the arcade, dying on purpose so you would get a chance to play, giving you his hoodie whenever it was cold out…. How did you not notice? But he was never going to take the final step. So as per usual, it was up to you to take initiative. You put your hand on his cheek and smiled when he nuzzled into your touch.

“ I love you, Tomura. I’ve always been yours.”

He froze at your confession. Oh shit, did you go too far? Was the whole “mine” thing just his idea of dirty talk? Shigaraki pulled out  and moved backwards. Just as you were about to say something, he grabbed your knees and moved your legs up until they were above your head. Was he seriously going to just ignore what you just said?! You just told him that you loved him, for fucks sake!  Did all the blood rushing to his dick leave him braindead? 

Shigaraki knew the look on your face well: narrowed eyes, pursed lips, puffed cheeks. Impatient and suspicious. He’d better not keep you waiting,then. He positioned himself so that his cock was dangling above your exposed hole and leaned in close until you two were nose to nose. 

“ I love you too, (Y/N).”

With your confession returned, he slammed into your waiting cunt in one quick thrust, groaning as he was finally balls-deep inside of your warm,slick pussy. You squealed as he jackrabbited into your core with short, deep thrusts, hitting a spot inside that you’d never been able to reach. The headboard of the bed crashed against the wall loudly, creating a lewd orchestra alongside the squeaking of the bedsprings and your wanton moans. Tomura’s hair fell alongside your face in a soft curtain, making it so he was the only thing you could see. As if you’d look anywhere else.

“ I love you! I love you! I mean it, I love you! You’re gorgeous, you feel so good, I love you! I love you so fucking much! I love you! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyou-”

You pulled your babbling lover into a deep kiss as the knot inside of your stomach snapped. Your convulsing walls squeezed his cock in a vice grip as you came, nearly sending him over the edge .

“ C-can I cum inside? I don’t wanna pull out! I swear I’ll take responsibility if you get pre- i-if anything happens! Please, let me cum inside of you!”

You could barely think through your haze, so you just nodded your head. Of course he could cum inside: where else was it supposed to go? He wasn’t wearing a condom after all… you probably should’ve made him wear one. Oh well. That was a problem for future (Y/N) to worry about. 

Tomura wrapped his arms around your waist and thrusted his hips one more time before  

Blowing his load directly into your womb, spurt after spurt of creamy white filling you to the brim, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he howled with pleasure.

“Hhhhhhhhh…. I love youuuu…..”

 He let out a contented sigh and flopped on top of you without bothering to take his cock out of your cum-filled pussy. He was too tired- he’d pull out after a nap. You were just as exhausted as he was- cleanup was just another issue future (Y/N) would have to deal with. You yawned and nuzzled into his neck before drifting into a peaceful, messy sleep. 

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I wrote this after a debate with @libiraki about who’s dick was worse: Shigaraki or Dabi’s. 

#i wrote it like a month after but still #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #smut #its nasty boy shig hours who tf is up #shiggy smut #childhood friends to lovers #quirkless au

[dontbipanicjonsa]

Did Kit suddenly lose his ability to heart-eye or is Pol!Jon actually a thing.

I'm late to the fandom but I just finished S7 and I'm having thoughts.

I'm a reader of the books, and I hadn't watched the show till now because... I suck at watching shows with hour long episodes and more than three seasons.

What made me decide to watch it was the Pol!Jon discourse I found on the Internet.

I know enough about the show to understand how unlikely and out of character this theory would seem to show watchers. At the same time, I fully believe that book!Jon would be fully capable of something like this. But also, even though I do ship Jonsa in the books, I can't deny that Jonerys is.....a big deal. Everyone expects it to happen. It's a highly anticipated pairing and....I just couldn't honestly believe Pol!Jon because it is just so against the general expectation.

So I decided to watch the show. And now I've finished season 7 and I am astounded.

Let me preface this by saying that I went into S7 already disliking Jonerys (sue me) but I still fully expected to have some serious doubts about the validity of Jonsa. I fully expected to be at least somewhat convinced of Jonerys. Even hating the idea of Jon and Danaerys together, I still expected more.

There are a number of things I would like to note here.

First, Jonerys is a romance that is told, not shown. Davos talks about Jon watching Dany's "good heart" (hehe) to tell us Jon is attracted to Dany. But then Jon immediately dismisses it- and not in a way that looks like he's deflecting. He's not only dismissing it, he's dismissive of it. His mind is not in the conversation, it is beyond the Wall.

Similarly, Tyrion says (not in those words), "yeah right, and Jon only looks at you longingly coz he wants a military alliance with you". Not sure what I'm supposed to think about that....? First, Jon doesn't look at Dany longingly at all???? Not once. Second, is this line supposed to suggest that Jon is looking at her longingly for a reason that is not desperately wanting a military alliance....? Because we already know that that's exactly what he does want. Wtf do I make of this statement?????

There are other examples, but the point remains. People keep talking about Jon and Dany being into each other, and that is what is supposed to convince us that they are into each other (well yea Dany is) but Jon gives no indication of looking at her longingly, of falling in love with her, of being intrigued by her even. He's a brick wall.

Alright, I'll concede one (1) scene where I saw legitimate attraction on his face for a second- that is the cave scene. Even there tho, it's hard to tell if he's just watching her reaction carefully or if he wants to bang her.

On the other hand, Dany shows that she is into him. Even so, when I say she's into him, I mean she's attracted to him and intrigued by him. I cannot believe she loves him.

Next, I think it's interesting that in the episode before (or was it the same episode?) Jon bends the knee, we have a number of people (Tormund, Beric) talk about stuff like- kings not bending the knee leading to people dying, knowing what's important (the fight against the dead), being the shield that guards the realm of men blah blah I don't remember the exact words. Then he sees the WW and the Army of the Dead (again) and sees a dragon die. And then, the first opportunity he gets, he bends the knee. I want to point out here that the scenes really emphasise on Jon's thinking face after every conversation he has during their little gay party beyond the Wall. They focus on the look on his face again while he's watching the Army. Multiple times. And there's clearly something going on in his head, gears are turning.

One other scene that struck me is the scene where Jon and Dany are saying goodbye to each other (the Eastwatch episode). In the same episode (if I remember correctly) Jon calls them strangers, and then the goodbye scene comes and Dany says to Jon's little morbid joke, "I've grown used to him". Him being Jon. Two things to note here-

One, Jon considers them strangers but Dany has gotten "used to him". Maybe it's nothing, or maybe it's an indication of how the two of them are absolutely not on the same page (about anything).

Second, Jon's face after she says that. It shuts down. Like a door slamming. And then he says that "wish you good fortune in the wars to come" line, which has ZERO romance, or longing, but a whole lot of bad precedent (does that make sense?). Ouch. The thought that occured to me here is that Dany is being somewhat obvious about her feelings, and maybe, just maybe Jon has picked up on it. And that is why he reacts the way he does.

I wasn't sure so I compared the scene with the Jonsa forehead kiss scene in S6, and Jon's expressions after that kiss.

My logic was this- I assume that either Jon has become aware of Dany's feelings in the Eastwatch goodbye scene, or his own feelings for her. One of these assumptions is true. Which one?

If Jon has feelings for Sansa, then his confusion/awareness/discomfort regarding that are seen in that forehead kiss scene. So if Jon has become aware of his feelings for Dany, let's see how these two scenes compare?

My dudes. There is no comparison. Go watch it.

I watched both scenes with sound off, and the difference is insane. Jon looks at Sansa's lips. There's a moment's pause that's full of tension, and then his face shuts in a way, but it's a bit confused, a bit thoughtful.

Jon does not look at Dany's lips. He does not look confused, or thoughtful. This is not a romance.

Side observation- speaking of showing and telling, it's funny how we're shown Jon looking at Sansa's wolf bits, and told that Jon looks at Dany's good heart. Yes I'm talking about boobs but wolf bits and good heart is funnier. We literally see Jon look at the wolf bits twice, talk about it himself, in a completely unnecessary conversation...as opposed to being entirely dismissive of the good heart, even when someone else brings it up.

Back to the main point, one last thing I'd like to talk about is the scene where Jon actually bends the knee (not really). First, there are still no heart-eyes. Definitely not from Jon. Second, it's funny how Jon uses the exact hand-grabbing move that Sansa used on him last season, when she was trying to convince him to do something he didn't particularly wanna do (like he's now trying to do with Dany). This means that

1) he learnt that move from Sansa. He knows how effective it is XD

2) if the Jonerys hand-grab is romance, it stands to reason that the Jonsa hand-grab is romance too. I mean both the grabs are suspiciously similar.

Then, even after Dany "promises" that she'll help the North fight the WW, Jon still bends the knee. I felt both an odd sense of urgency coming from him, and an understandable hesitation. Or maybe that's just me.

Now suddenly, he becomes complimentary of her. But there's something weird about his compliments. They are completely generic. "They'll see you for what you are" and in the later episode, "you're not like the others". Wtf does that MEAN ??

Here's the thing...Jon could have paid Dany a way more specific, genuine sounding compliment after bending the knee (complete with heart eyes). I mean she did just fly over the Wall to rescue him and his men. He could have said more, something meaningful, but he didn't. He bent the knee like a house on fire (that doesn't make sense but you get what I mean I hope) and paid generic compliments. Then he pretended to sleep until she left and then sighed very loudly.

??? Romance??? WHERE????

Then the dragon pit. Heart-eyes still missing.

Then the sex scene. What do I say? Lol.

No really. There are no heart eyes even during the sex scene. Honestly, idk what that face was. Not in love for sure.

Another side note- Arya and Sansa have talks while standing in the same place where the forehead kiss scene happened (wtf do you call that place again, the bridge.??) But no heart eyes. No lingering looks. There is no incestuous gay love between them, I can say for sure. All it does is prop up the odd incestuous vibes of the Jon Sansa scene in that same place.

ANOTHER side note- goddamn but does Sansa talk about Jon a lot.

Edit: I'm sure most of this stuff has already been discussed in other metas. My purpose here is only to put down my first thoughts after watching the season.

#jonsa meta #jonsa #political jon #pol!jon #dark dany

[infernal-fire]

I love your dark Jake Jensen and I have a request for him, so the team gets in contact with reader for supplies for a mission an Jensen feels a spark between them so he makes every excuse to talk to reader to the point the team teased but helps him out with his grand scheme to get with reader but they don't know how far he'd go to make reader his ☺️💕 thanks

I love a good dark!jake fic!! I have changed the specifics a litttllle bit so i hope this is alright :)

Warnings: implied noncon/dubcon, some creepy behaviour, mention of stalking, drugging, mention of breeding kink

Summary: 5 days; that’s how long it takes him to become fixated on you.

Wc: 2k 

You’re My Delusion

They could have gone to any supplier. Fate would have it that Aisha wanted you, and only you. 

The melodious tune of a piano ringtone chimed in your bag. You ask the other daycare teacher to take over for you and picked up the phone: Unknown Number. You watched the phone ring until the line went dead and resumed your day. 

It may have been an ‘unknown number’, but your subconscious unequivocally knew who it was. Grumbling at the thought of being contacted again, you twisted the handle to your condo. Of course, you didn’t bat an eye when there was an envelope on your countertop, one that you didn’t put there; Aisha knew that you knew the phone would ring again, and if you didn’t answer, she would pay you a visit.

When Unknown Number flashed across your screen for the second time that day, you considered letting it go to voicemail again, but picked up anyway. 

“Aisha.”

“Y/N.”

“If you’re gonna ask me for an assist-”

Aisha cut you off. “I know you don’t do missions anymore. We need a safe house that’s off the books.”

“Who’s we?”

“They’re all men.” As if on cue, you heard someone guffaw in the background. “It’s making me lose my goddamn mind,” she elucidated. 

“You know I don’t really do this stuff anymore,” you huffed, “But I’m making an exception this one time. For you.” You could hear Aisha let out a squeal of happiness, and realized how bad it must be if she uncharacteristically showed excitement.

//

While cleaning up your old warehouse-turned-safehouse, Aisha’s words echoed in the back of your head. “Some of them are a little... bulky. Let them sleep on the floor.” You tried to protest, asking her, what’s the point of a safehouse if they aren’t resting well, but she dismissed the question. “Trust me. They’re nothing more than cavemen.”

It was 4 AM; foot tapping impatiently and sipping on the third coffee of the night, you smacked your forehead in frustration. It was way past bedtime. After living alongside Aisha for years, anyone would appreciate nights that consist of 8 hours of sleep. 

You could certainly appreciate it. Being a daycare teacher, living in a civilian condominium and not engaging in government work was something you couldn’t take for granted. Not after all the shit you’ve seen. 

3 brusque knocks sounded on the metal door to your right. Your head snapped to the source, waiting for Aisha to call out the code word. 

“LOSERS!” a voice hollered from the other side. You trudged to the door, trying to shake off the dizziness that came with standing up too fast. 

Opening the door with caution, you had only blinked a few times before a body pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You’re never this excited to see me. That bad, huh,” you sneered. 

“You have no idea.” Aisha pulled out of the hug and turned to face the men who had lined up nearby. 

“So… who’s this?” The guy with dirty blonde hair, nerd glasses and a horrible sense of fashion piped up. His whole appearance was an oxymoron to his build - muscles protruded out of the bright pink shirt that hugged him like a second skin. On the other hand, you couldn’t imagine him as anything more than a harmless golden retriever.

“Don’t ask as if you don’t know Jensen,” Aisha groused. You could practically hear her roll her eyes. 

“What’s your name, darling?” another guy spoke. He exuded the energy of a leader; you looked him straight in the eyes and gave him your name. 

The golden retriever repeated your name as if to try out the taste of it on his tongue. You gave him a lopsided, close-mouthed smile and asked Aisha for her teammates’ names. 

“You don’t need to learn their names.” She stalked off, unwilling to be a part of the conversation any longer. 

The guy you had assumed was the leader sighed at her attitude before introducing himself as ‘Clay’. He pointed at each person and gave you their titles. 

“Okay so you’re Clay, that’s Cougar, Roque,” you skipped over Jake, “and Pooch.” 

“Me?” Jake softly inquired.

The rest of the team began picking up their things and walking away, but not before Pooch nudged Jensen with his shoulder and winked. The puppy-like man flushed in response and rubbed the nape of his neck.

“What about you?” you asked once you were alone. 

“You didn’t say my name.” 

“I know it’s Jake… but can I call you ‘daddy’ instead?” 

He froze up, looking at you like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Relax Jakey,” you put a hand on his chest, “I’m only teasing.” You winked and strutted away, snickering to yourself at how he looked like he was about to pass out.

The entire team was trying to egg you and Jensen on. Well, not the entire team. 

Aisha and Roque couldn’t care less, and Cougar did nothing more than smirk at your playful banter. 

Often, Jensen would start a conversation that would escalate quickly, your witty dialogue interrupting his rationale. You thought it was adorable how he didn’t know how to respond; a guy like him could have fantastic game, but he was too much of a sweetheart, not the mention, way too awkward. 

One particular night, you let down your guard, just enough to actually get to know him. 

“You seem like a really supportive uncle,” you commented at his excitement for his niece’s next soccer game. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. I wish my parents would have done this for me.”

“Done what?”

“You know… Tell me they’re proud of me.”

“Well Jake... I think you should know, that I’m proud of you for everything you’re doing for the country.”

Jake looked up at you, sporting the signature look of the uncertainty of how to respond. It didn’t take a genius to be able to tell that he wasn’t used to being praised. 

“Thank you. That means a lot more than you know,” he quietly responded. 

The rest of the night was spent in a solemn, yet understanding silence, one that both of you were oddly comfortable with. 

Unfortunately, that would also be the last time you saw him. 

Or so you think. 

The mission went sour, and for the first time since retirement, you wished you had assisted. Maybe if you assisted, the mission wouldn’t have gone south. Maybe if you assisted... you would have been able to say goodbye. 

Without even realizing it, Jake had burrowed a little hole into your heart. You hoped life could go on with the little leak in your pump. Regardless, there is no time for sulking; after all, no amount of reminiscing would change the way things happened.

It had been months after Aisha and the team went back into hiding but you were faring well. Life as you knew it had continued without a trace of the burly, soft man-baby. You almost forgot about the ordeal, up until that day. Perhaps it was fate that had you switch the TV on at that time. You would never know.

A team of rogue CIA agents, presumed to be dead, have now infiltrated a crime branch operating within the US government. They have been pardoned from their status as “Enemies of State” but can no longer work for the CIA taskforce, as their identities have been indefinitely compromised. 

You blinked at the screen, watching Aisha’s name and picture appear. Subsequently, there was Clay, Pooch, Jensen, Cougar and Roque. You were happy for them.

Pooch could go back home to his wife. It was hard to imagine what it must have been like for the missus; pregnant and alone. Though you didn’t know Pooch that well, you knew he was a good partner and husband. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your front door shutting and clicking in place. Your hand frantically pressed the ‘volume up’ button on the TV as you hurled for the handgun under your pillow. 

Sliding to the wall beside the door, you cautiously peered into the dark hallway and made out a large figure. You huffed quietly before appearing in the doorframe with your gun pointing straight at the mystery guy. At this point, you had a good idea of who it was, but you wanted to mess with him anyway. “Hands up, and not another step forward.” 

He tried to speak, but you cut him off. 

“Don’t. speak,” you punctuated each word. Reaching for the light switch, you flipped on the hallway light. The dim light revealed your golden retriever standing there with his eyes wide open in fear. 

“Don’t shoot?” he said, like a question. 

You grinned and tucked the gun into your waistband.

“What are you doing here?”

“Thought I should come see you.” 

“You could have knocked, like a normal person.”

He shrugged sheepishly. 

“How do you know where I live?” you questioned. To that, he fiddled with his fingers and looked down. 

“Only Aisha knows this place. And I know she would have never told you.” You intently stared at him while leaning into the nearest wall and folding your arms.

Jake didn’t want to tell you that he had been stalking you. Every spare moment he had during the remainder of the mission was spent tracking you. After a few weeks, it felt as though you had moved on. It pained him, to say the least.

“I- uhm,” he looked up at you and took a step forward, “Hey, I just-...” He stopped when you reached for your handgun again, now wary of his intentions.

He put his hands back up. 

“I wanted to ask you out properly.”

“What do you mean ‘properly’? We were never going out, to begin with.”

Before you understood the spur of movement, Jake lunged for you and plucked the handgun out of your pyjama’s waistband, throwing it over the railing of your staircase. You tried to kick him, but he pricked you without giving you a moment to react. 

“What did you give me?” You clutched your neck in the spot he sunk the needle. 

“I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do that,” he exhaled. He tried to hold you, but you weakly pushed him off, still trying to recover from the shock of his betrayal. 

“Takes 5 minutes to really work,” he scratched his neck. 

Then there was the fight. You gave it your all but with no weapon or leverage, you were going up against 200 pounds of pure muscle who was hell-bent on restraining you for some reason. 

2 minutes into the fight, you began to really feel the effects of whatever he gave you. He point-blank caught a punch that you tried to drill into his sternum. You look up at him incredulously, unable to still believe that he was trying to take you down right now. 

At last, he snapped. 

“Listen to me,” he grasped both your hands.

You momentarily struggled, but your shoulders slumped and you gave up on trying to free your wrists. 

“How could you move on without me?” he asked, attempting to look you in your eyes. You wouldn’t meet them. 

“Jake, you are delusional! I barely had a crush on you for 5 days,” you cried, letting the wetness spread over your cheeks freely. At this point, it was clear, what he was here for. 

“You should know, those 5 days were some of the best in my 29 years of living. I want that for the rest of my life.”

“Why couldn’t you have done this like a normal person?” You finally met his eyes with an excess of tears blurring your vision. 

“You keep saying that,” he began, letting go of your arms and wiping your tears, “but you know that you and I are not normal.” Jake leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

Your legs were beginning to buckle, but Jake caught you, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He strode into your bedroom as if he had been there a thousand times, put you down on the bed gently, and brushed the hair out of your face. 

Here we have Sergeant Linwood ‘Pooch’ and his wife reuniting. It is the first time he has seen her since his last mission, before disappearing. It is also the first time he will be seeing his child. Definitely, an emotion reun-

Your captor turned off the TV and turned to smile at you.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” he asked, but seemed as if he were talking to himself. 

You couldn’t respond, all your muscles now refusing to attend to your demands. Instead, more tears streaked down your face. 

“A baby,” he whispered, “Yes, that would be nice.”

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