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halcyone-of-the-sea · 10 months

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I know your requests are closed so feel free to ignore this but if I don’t type it somewhere I WILL forget it lol. I’ve been re-binge reading your works and just thought of this…

Civilian reader kills someone out of self defense for the first time. And it’s the whole staring at her bloody shaking hands panic attack what have I done fiasco. And her boyfriend or husband helping her through it and dealing with it all (I can see it with Ghost or Price idk)

But yeah feel free to ignore, I know your requests are closed rn

Love your work! You are so talented!

This has been in my inbox for so long, lmao. Sorry for not answering right away - take a few paragraphs w. soft, worried, Simon in compensation.

Warnings for gore, death, blood, panic attack, etc. F!Reader.

Your body shakes violently, blood dripping down like crimson tears from your hands. The overwhelming sense of dread sits with bullet fragment aggression in the delicate make-up of your psyche.

You weren't meant for this.

Not the blood or the terror. Certainly not the body laying out in the hallway.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp out, shuddering as your throat swells in on itself. Your form had slipped down the wall just across from the door not minutes prior, legs weak and heart pounding like a war call. Now all you can do is stare into the vacant eyes of some random burglar—at the knife you'd stuck in his chest when he'd backed you into Simon's office.

It was a miracle that you remembered where your husband's combat blade had been, seen on some off chance when you'd been cleaning. He tries to keep this all separate, you know.

The blood just keeps slipping out of the corpse. It's a pool now, and you don't know how long you'd been huddled like this until the sounds of rampaging feet and hurried yells of your name bounce off your eardrums.

All you can see is the uncleanable amount of red.

Simon had only gone out to the corner store half an hour ago, getting a quick supper so you both could sit in each other's company. You'd been hesitant to watch him leave so soon after getting home, but he'd sworn he'd only be a few minutes.

None of you had thought too much about the local break-ins. After all, Simon was...well, Simon. And he was home.

S-Simon was home.

There's a loud, barked, curse when the body is discovered, stomping feet that make the entire house shake like it was the epicenter of an earthquake. Your husband's form slashes the front of your vision as he kneels in the blood on the floor. Frantic brown eyes behind his balaclava snap from place to place; taking in the familiar handle and blade in nanoseconds. In his left hand he clutches a pistol, white-knuckled.

But you can't even say anything, because you're as still as stone—breathing in concrete as the gravel shreds your vocal cords and trachea. Reality slips in quick streaks of color as Simon's face flashes into the open doorway.

He sees your wide eyes with a mirroring of his own, bone-deep fear striking in his head with a heated pulse.

"Love!" Simon's rushing to you. Your body can't help but startle back, spine shoving into the wall; fingers still saturated and stained.

Inside your chest, your lungs jerk in a strained whimper.

Your husband freezes, one foot ahead with his widened legs as he fights his mind to rush to you and take you into his arms. Simon puts the gun away with little thought to look for more assailants—all that matters is you.

And you looked terrified.

"Hey," hands reach up to this balaclava, slipping the fabric off as he kneels down slowly to one leg. He tosses it to the floor and you try to focus on the strength of his jaw; those scars and pale hairs as your eyes well with tears. A delicate sob builds. "Hey, now. It's just me, alright?"

Simon speaks softly, hands splayed out and a few feet from you. He wishes to hold you tightly but refrains even as his chest tightens at not being able to calm you. The man can't stand that look on your face.

Your fingers curl into shivering fists, "Simon," you cry, finally able to get a solid word out even if it sounds slurred and ragged.

It's all the permission your husband needs.

Simon jerks forward and takes you up into his large arms; the wide encompassing of his palm on the back of your head and the other circling your waist. He angles you away from the body as he glares into it with hatred and vile curses, hissing venom.

When he found the door busted off its hinges, he'd never felt so panicked. Even now as you release a small wail into his neck Simon's heart races, breath coming in short puffs.

"You're alright, Sweetheart. You're alright. I'm right 'ere." You sag into him, grabbing at his leather jacket with nails digging into the brown material. Simon nuzzles his nose into your scalp, muscles tense, "Breathe, it's over."

All you can focus on is Simon's scent, his words. They're the only thing keeping you from oblivion. Eventually, as your husband rocks you back and forth, you can gasp enough air down to push away the black at the sides of your vision.

"That's right," he whispers, gritting his teeth. "Good girl, keep focusin' on me, yeah? You're doin' perfect." Simon doesn't care about the blood or the screams of sirens in the distance.

For the first time in his life, he doesn't care if someone else happens to see his face.

Your husband pulls his head back and shifts his hold to your cheeks, angling your runny and chilled face upwards. He grits his teeth and his eyes bleed with concern; fear.

"...He do anything?" You can only make out half the words as the sounds all huddle together in a ringing tone, but you shake your head in small flinches. Lips find your forehead—heated and firm. Muttered words. "Did so good, Love, I'm so proud of you. S'not your fuckin' fault, you hear?"

Sniffling, you only whimper once more before lips kiss away your tears; thumbs coming up after to swipe at the remnants. Curling over you, this beast—defined so often as ruthless and deadly—shields you from the image of the man you'd killed in self-defense like a demon of smoke and ash. Holding you as if he can make everything else disappear.

After all, you weren't meant for this. You were meant for your soft skin and your loving eyes. Everything else that Simon tied himself to you for—goodness.

"Simon," you gasp again and shove your face into his chest. For the life of you, you can't say anything else. He knows what you mean.

"I'm here," he repeats. Caressing the back of your head, his hand tenses and softens with leaving adreanaline. "Nothin'll happen to you again. It's all gonna be alright."

You believe him.

#halcyone answers #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #cod mw22 #x female reader #cod simon ghost riley #cod simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you

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imajinxnation · 7 months

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That's Bull

Constantine (2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // Reader gets kidnapped by a demon and Constantine comes to save her. Reader can't help but mock the demon's stupidity and waits for her boyfriend to come get her.

Thought of this while I was at work!

Hope this is at least decent, cause it's been awhile lmao

GIF FOUND ON PINTEREST

TW // Kidnapping, Humor, Sarcasm, Insinuated Sexy Times, Cussing, FEMALE READER..

I groan as I wake, a harsh pounding in my head, as if someone was repeatedly taking the back of my head and smashing it against a metal wall. I slowly open my eyes, wincing, but see nothing except black, my breathing feeling a little restricted and stuffy. I feel the bag over my head against my face and begin to put together the pieces of what had happened. I sigh and shake my head, not even surprised.

I hear heavy footsteps echoing closer, a metal door opens and, soon enough, the footsteps are stopped right in front of me and the bag over my head is ripped off. I glare at my kidnapper; a heavyset woman with blue dyed hair, an obvious red tint in her pupils, telling everyone that she is a demon.

"You should lighten your footsteps, girl, I could hear them from a mile away," I scoff at her.

The demon looks at me, not showing too much emotion, but I could tell my words were already getting to her. Her jaw clenched and an offended look came and went in her eyes. I smirk a little; this demon will be easy to get through.

The demon takes a deep breath to calm herself before speaking, "I need information, on your little boyfriend, Constantine," she spat out his name like poison in her mouth.

I throw my head back and laugh.

"Honey, you realise that he gives out information pretty freely, right? He couldn't give two fucks about who knows what about him! I mean.. what do you even want to know anyways?"

The demon snarls at my nonchalant nature and speaks up again, angrier this time.

"Where does he keep the dagger of destiny? I know he fucking kept it!"

I snort, "No he didn't, you dumbass! Who the fuck told you that bullshit lie? No, wait, let me guess! Gabriel?"

The demon gives an awkward, frustrated look, "No.." She says, unconvincingly.

There was silence for a few moments before I broke out into laughter, finding the whole situation hilarious.

"You- you mean to tell me," I say between giggles, "that Gabriel told you personally that Constantine has the dagger of destiny, and then told you to kidnap me to tell you where he hides it? You are one gullible demon!"

"Watch it, you pathetic worm," the demon stomps like a child getting sent to the corner.

"Okay, alright. Come closer and I'll whisper it to you, I promise!" I give my best innocent face and silently beckon the demon to lean closer.

She does, easy to fool.

"You're going to be back in hell in a minute.." I whisper, the demon leans her head back from me, looking me in the eyes as I smirk.

She let's out a frustrated yell and walks past me, presumably to grab a weapon to torture me with. I see a shadow at the foot of the door in front of me before trying to see what the demon was doing behind me, catching a glimpse of her back. My head snaps back towards the door when I see a little bit of light enter the room. I see my boyfriend's head poke through before slipping his whole body in the room, making as little noise as possible as to not draw attention.

"You alright?" He mouths to me.

I nod and tilt my head towards the demon behind me, back still turned, muttering to herself about which tool she should use to torture me with.

"Give her hell.." I mouth with a smirk and a wink.

John smirks back and raises his demon gun, "Hey ugly!"

The demon swings around at the voice and goes to attack, but John shoots before she could move, and with one shot of that demon gun, she turns to dust.

"Thank you, Baby, you wanna untie me now?" I ask.

Constantine laughs and shakes his head in disbelief before setting the gun down to untie my body from the chair.

"When will these demon fucks learn not to mess with you?" He growls in my ear, untying my wrists from behind my back.

"You know demons, Babe, they may be evil little shits.. but they have a brain the size of a peanut," I laugh and rub my wrists from the rope burn.

I hop up from the uncomfortable metal chair and stretch, my shirt riding up a bit, showing a sliver of my stomach.

"What did they want this time anyways?" Constantine rolled his eyes and lit a cig.

"Gabriel told it some bull about you keeping the dagger of destiny," I scoffed at the mention of Gabriel.

"That bitch.. When will she stop trying to get revenge on me, it's not my fault God hates her now!" He let out an exasterbated sigh and takes a puff of his cig.

"Well.. I'm not saying I like getting kidnapped all the time.. But I always like what happens after you find me," I say suggestively.

Constantine stares at me for a second before giving a look of disbelief and then a smirk. He takes one last puff of his cig and then stomps it out on the concrete ground of the underground base I was kept in. He moves in closer to me, wrapping his arm around my middle and pulling me into his body roughly, face extremely close to mine.

"And this time will be no different," he smashes his lips to mine, desperately.

#x reader #john constantine #constantine 2005 #john constantine x reader #constantine imagine #constantine x reader #keanu my beloved #keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #john x reader #constantine 2005 x reader #constantine 2005 imagine

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gothic-thoughts · 5 months

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

now me personally, I don't have a mask kink but this man is just...attractive...for some reason

König x Black Fem Reader Fluff (angst?)

Medic!Reader, Mutual Pining, Drabble

CW: Ghost pops in (lmao), she/her pronouns

I walk into Ghost’s quarters to give him his results only to freeze in place when I hear light snoring. Is he sleep? I just told him I'd be back later. I place his test results on the dresser and step around the foot of the bottom bunk to see König's giant leg hanging off, boot firmly planted on the floor. Oh! Oh. The other one was tucked under his massive thigh while his chest rose and fell evenly under his crossed arms.

What are you doing here? And how are you fitting on his bed like this? His phone was on the floor with earbuds still attached so I sneak closer, hoping he wouldn’t wake up as I pick it up. Ghost steps into the room and before he can open his mouth, I shush him.

“The fuck are you doing?” He asks in a whisper.

"I was just picking up his phone. What are you doing?"

“It’s my room. You get the results?”

“On the dresser. And like I said, you don't have any allergies."

"Bullshit."

The screen turns on, revealing his Spotify playing Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy from a playlist called "Ask Her" making me gasp softly.

"What, now?" Ghost asks.

König...likes somebody? Is it me? Way to jump to conclusions, but it's not like he talks to many people. Who could it be? He must have it bad—he even made a whole playlist with this song. I look over at him to see him lifting his hat from his eyes. Before I knew it, he was towering over me with a soul-piercing glare from the eyeholes in his mask. He grabs his phone from me, letting both headphones hang to his knees.

"Shit--"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just came to see Ghost and I saw your phone was on the floor."

"Doesn’t explain why you’re on it."

"I wasn’t. It just turned on."

König's eyes narrowed briefly before he looks away. He sighs as he stepped around me and left the room wordlessly. I look over at Ghost with narrow eyes and crossed arms.

"Gee, thanks."

"For...?"

"Backing me up there."

He shrugs, putting the papers down. “I didn’t even know what you trying to achieve to help.”

“I wasn’t going through his phone! I was just on his lock screen!”

"Looks like you were from over here.”

I suck my teeth and lean against the bunk with a groan. He’s definitely not gonna like me now, great. Not like it'd make sense anyway, I'm a medic.

“He’ll get over it.”

I gasped, getting an idea. “So...Ghost~”

“No.”

“I- what? I didn’t even say anything.”

“You want to know who his playlist is about and no.”

"So you do know?!"

"Never said that."

"Simon--"

"Not only do I not know, I also don't care."

“That’s...fair. But it’s König.”

“Why are you so curious all of a sudden, huh?”

“Well cuz...um..."

"Because...?"

"Because who the hell could a faceless, anxious man possibly have a crush on?” I play off, “Is it someone you know?”

“What part of ‘don't know, don't care’ was confusing?”

"Ugh, fine. Whatever."

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After (Y/n) leaves, I wait a bit before walking the opposite way to knock on König's door. Once I hear his muffled voice tell me to come in, I walk inside to see him cleaning his knives. I lean against the wall, watching the cloth move along the blade of his dagger as the door shuts next to me.

"Subtle."

"Shut up."

"Just saying. I think you should just tell her, you're a grown man."

"Right, because you're so good with feelings like these."

I shrug slightly, “Maybe your phone has it out for you.”

“Who’s side are you on?”

“Neither.”

He groans, staying silent as he puts down the knife and begins to clean another.

“Well, after you stomped away, she pressed me for a bit. I think she likes you too.”

“I don’t need your false hope, Ghost.”

“I mean it. She was asking me who it was about, she sounded pretty desperate—jealous if you look deep enough into it.”

“Or she's just curious.”

“She thinks it’s someone we know.”

"Ja?" He flips a knife and cleans the handle, “Well, she's not exactly wrong.”

“You have to say something eventually, I can't have you this distracted on our next mission.”

“I'll think about it.”

“Whatever, do something about it...." I start to walk out the door, "Preferably before she meets someone she knows.”

His eyes flick from the knife to me, glaringly, “Don’t put that in my head.”

“Then do something about it.”

#konig modern warfare #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig x black reader #cod konig #konig x y/n #x black reader #black reader #black writers #könig x reader #könig call of duty #call of duty konig #konig fluff

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kisskiss-slashslash · 1 year

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You dont understand how many times I check ur blog for updates

Your wonderful in every possible way<3 I hope ur taking care of yourself<33

I’d also like to request slashers reacting to a dangerous victim approaching their s/o house and like hurting them badly and threatening the slashers to leave them alone or they’ll kill their s/o but in the end they underestimate their s/o and their s/o just knocks them out and keeps punching em

You don’t have to do this and I hope your doing great<333

I very much want to do this, even if it took a bit longer than I meant it to lmao

A dangerous victim threatening the slashers' S/O

Jason Voorhees

He curses himself when the victim loops their warm around your neck and presses you to their chest.

"Not a single step further or your friend here will suffer the consequences!"

You scoff. Does this spoiled little city brat actually think they got anything on you? An elbow to the gut quickly makes them release their hold on you, and you whirl around and add a punch to the face. And then another one. And another one.

The victim hardly has any time to fight back, and finally topples over, their face so messed up they are barely recognizable.

Jason hurries to your side to check on you. You blankly look at your blood-stained hands.

"I think I cut my knuckle on one of their teeth."

Vincent Sinclair

One of the victims got their hands on a crossbow from that one weapon shop in Ambrose. And you find yourself with the arrow pointed at you.

The victim glares at Vincent. "I'm warning you. One more step and you can use *them* for your wax sculpture instead of me."

Unfortunately for them, that little declaration distracted them, and they find themself disarmed ein being beaten to a bloody pulp with the very crossbow they had just used to threaten you with.

Once you sufficiently vented your anger on them, you finish them off with an arrow right between the eyes.

"Why do they always have to make it so hard on us", you sigh as you casually toss the weapon aside. Then you give Vincent an apologetic look. "Hope you won't have to do too much of remodeling to use them as a base, darling."

Freddy Krueger

It is admittedly especially stupid of this victim to they that they have *anything* on you. Freddy could just zap you to safety with a snap of his fingers, but this situation turns out to be rather entertaining.

"Back off, Krueger, I have your little toy!", the victim says, desperately holding onto you.

Freddy chuckles. "Think again, bitch. *They* have *you*."

And before they can even question what he said, you grab their arm, throw them to the ground and start going absolutely to town on them, while Freddy gives a running commentary.

"Oh, that looks like it hurts." "At least that bitch doesn't have to pay to get their nose fixed now."

"Do they still have teeth? They do? Well better get to fixing that."

He is absolutely enjoying this. Maybe even a bit too much.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba almost accidentally hits you with his chainsaw when the escaping victim suddenly decides to use you as a human shield.

"Yeah, that's right, you monster. Wouldn't want anything to happen to your little friend here, right?"

Bubba looks at you, nervously licking his lips. You give him a comforting smile and nod before stomping on your assailant's foot with all your might and then whirling around and knocking them out cold.

"How!" Punch. "Dare!" Punch. "You!" Punch. "Scare!" Punch. "My!" Punch. "Bubsy!" Punch. Punch. Punch.

By the time you're done, the victim has been dead for a good minute or so. Bubba finally pulls you away from their remains and hugs you tightly, happy that you are unhurt.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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yongislong · 2 years

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tiktok prank 2 + 127.

genre: nonidol!127 reacting to you not saying i love you back hehe, fluff, angst maybe? domestic, established relationships. nonidol!127

note: hiii tysm for requesting anon! i hope this lives up to your expectations haha, i had a hard time writing this and tbh im not really happy with it :(, lmk what you all think though! reqs are open! not proofread haha

taeil... says it before he leaves for his night shift. you just reply with a simple "okay darling, be safe!" and he freezes. not down For The Games. stomps back to you crossing his arms, tapping his foot, while unknowingly pouting. you play with him even more by asking him if he forgot anything. he loses it. he catches on that you're messing with him as you try to bite your cheeks to hold in your smile but still plays along bc he thinks this prank is lame regardless!! "YA! I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION!"

johnny... makes his signature confused face after you hang up the phone with a simple "bye babe!" ponders. is sitting in bed replaying every single sentence he contributed during that conversation lol. takes it upon himself to face time you and ask you if maybe, possibly, by chance... you are mad about something. you can't help but laugh and he hangs up. you send him a tiktok of someone doing the same thing and he sends you back a screenshot with your contact name being changed to "pathological liar" with a picture of the joker... thinks its peak comedy

taeyong... pouts. if you don't say you love him back as soon as he pats your head to grab something from the vending machine next to the library, he's so lost. im sorry he's so babygirl i feel like he would actually get so confused. he's the only one who has a public tiktok account and tbh, i feel like he would be addicted to it as a uni student so you really don't think it's gonna work but his overthinking lead to not being able to form valid thoughts lol. immediately sits back down and pulls your chair up to his knees and traps you until you say it back or tell him why you never said it, intense eye contact lol.

yuta... i feel like people would peg him as being annoyed or even borderline mean but i feel like he would be so worried. just expected you to say it after he shouted it before closing the front door behind him and it takes him half a second before he's back inside trying to look for you and asking you whats wrong. you feel so bad LMAO. "you know you can tell me anything right, like literally anything, and it doesn't have to be right know you know, just-!" yeah you kiss him to shut him up. you lie and pretend you didn't hear him because you cannot bare to tell him it was a prank lol :(

doyoung... IM ON MY POUTY DOIE AGENDA idc yes he's grown but i feel like he would absolutely be like "hmmhph???" whiny. "say it baaaackkkkuuhhhghh!!!" you love to mess with him though so you pretend you have no idea what he's talking about. literally shakes it out of you. like grabs your shoulders and squeezes and hugs and twists and lifts and shakes you LMAOOO. if you're both laying down he would start being so annoying and trying to push you off him. he's back to normal once you say it back. he sees the prank a week later online and he sends you the link followed by many frowny emojis

jaehyun... not playing these games fr LMAO. like i've said before i think he's more like... frat boy ish however i think he would really care about whoever he's with, so like yuta, i think he'd be more worried about why you didn't say i love you back after he did before bed, than anything else. he sits up and asks if he did something today that upset you, but you tell him it was a prank. says its an evil prank and demands you delete tiktok immediately lol. i think he would be out of touch with the internet PFT so he's more lost than annoyed or pouty yknow? doesn't get the prank PFTT he's like "that's so mean :("

jungwoo... SOO ANNOYED. 127 said he's actually really manly when he's not on camera but i feel like he'd have a soft spot for you regardless. would be sooo confused before it turns into annoyance. keeps following you around like a puppy and whenever you look at him he gives you the most sassy facial expressions ever. like full nine yards with the eye roll, scoff, crossing his arms, etc. "helloo???" won't stop following you. lives for the silent treatment tbh. it eventually gets too much when you call for toilet paper from your shared bathroom and he ignores you LMAO. says it was a stupid prank and to not do it again but he's smiling and boops your nose while he says it

mark... oh my god please. he's such a gen z, yet he's always a month behind every trend so this completely went over his head. like yuta and jae, is just wondering if he did something wrong. can't live with himself until he gets to the bottom of it. he says it to you over the phone and when you hang up after saying "me too!" he wonders why you didn't actually say i love you. needless to say he walks across campus all the way to your dorms and shows up at your door, scratching the back of his neck asking shyly why you didn't say it back. you play dumb and pretend to not know what it is lol. you admit its a prank after you see him getting flustered and stuttering PFT. you both stay up watching a ton of tiktoks of people doing the trend, he has a lot of opinions on other peoples relationships LMAOO

haechan... please don't ever try and do this to him. he's going to go to the ends of the earth to annoy you. after you don't say it, he gives you that cocky smirk and head tilt while laughing like a mobster LOL. will say it until you say it back, doesn't matter how long it takes. knows its a prank but doesn't care because, to be honest has been waiting for you to try this on him just so he has the excuse to be clingy and follow you around the apartment. and oh boy, he does not let you go until you say it back. tickles it out of you. says the only way to be able to forgive you is to watch disney's hercules together while cuddling

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whyse7vn · 1 year

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IMPORTANT QUESTIONS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

LOSERS 😟

8 participants - 8 online

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y/n: ass or tits?

jk: tits.

y/n: oh?

jk: preferably yours

in my face

all the time

y/n: not all the time

jk: all

the

time.

jimin: is he dunk??

when have jungkook ever been that forward

yoongi: right.

anyways ass

namjoon: what happened to hello

how was your day?

miss you?

jin: tits

y/n: fair

tae: both

i say both

do i?

yes i do

or do i…

wait

nvm

okay both final answer

y/n: booo pick one

tae: come back to me

y/n: jimin?

jimin: ass 😌

jk: wrong the answer is tits right y/n?

hobi: is jungkook drunk omg

jimin: RIGHT I WAS SAYING

y/n: hoseok ur answer?

hobi: i have no answer because i’m a feminist 🙏🏻

tae: liar

because i am a REAL feminist i say ass #womenarethebest

y/n: ur all so predictable

thought i would be shocked and surprised

tae: are shocked and surprised not the same thing?

jimin: no?

jin: yes?

yoongi: who cares?

jk: i’m crying

hobi: LMAO

sorry i’m not laughing at you i’m laughing with you

jk: but i’m not laughing

i’m crying

namjoon: why are you crying??

jk: i think i’m drunk

jimin: i could of told you that

jin: who let the loser drink omg

tae: jungkook is borderline an alcoholic and we need to talk about it

yoongi: i prefer not to

let him suffer in silence

y/n: yoongi omg?!

yoongi: *yeah let’s help him 👍🏻

jk: i am nojt and alcoholick

tae: see now he can’t spell

look at the alcohol poisoning his mind the youth these days

namjoon: jungkook had been drinking a lot lately

jk: NO

ony

olly

onl

onlyyy

only every saturday

jin: it’s tuesday?

jk: what

yoongi: hes a grown man i say let him drink his life away

#freewill

jimin: rip bro

jk: rest easy i’ll miss you 💗😭

who died?

y/n: yikes!!!

jin: jungkook this is an invention

hobi: don’t you mean intervention??

jin: didn’t you fall at the grammys??

y/n: HELPOEODO

hobi: WHAT THE FUCK????

jk: what did you in

vvent jin?

jin: THIS IS AN INTERVENTION JUNGKOOK

put the alcohol down you are a light weight and a loser when you are drunk

jk: wJAHT

WHAT

who told you i was dRunk

yoongi: i say this is a problem beyond us guys #letssleep

y/n: now i agree

#movingon

jimin: do you believe that jungkook is princess diana reincarnated?

tae: what is princess diana

y/n: i believe in the jungkook first life theory

jin: jungkook not british wtf

yoongi: no

jk: ipad

namjoon: what the fuck

jimin: i think jungkook isn’t real and we all made him up because we needed someone to bully

jk: i’m am a real

y/n: standing with the first life theory

jin: i stand with the not real theory

yoongi: he’s dead

hobi: robot boy built in space by tiny ants

jk: some times i thin k ants are iN my braiN

hobi: see

yoongi: who ate my pizza?

tae: who would do that omg 😭😭😭?

y/n: was tae

yoongi: figured

namjoon: i am genuinely concerned for all of you

y/n: namjoon is an ass guy

jimin: real

namjoon: ???

hobi: imagine we got jumped by all of nct and seventeen at the same time

y/n: hot

jk: 2 baddies 2 baddies

jin: why would they want to jump us

are we not their idols?

namjoon: you can’t just assume we are everyone’s idols jin

jin: why not?

tell me mr kim namjoon

…

right

stfu

don’t talk to me for the rest of they day

tae: imagine getting stomped on by all of them

y/n: i’m sick of pretending i’m okay with taehyungs freaky little foot fetish

yoongi: agreed

hobi: i say let’s kick him

namjoon lowkey got one too and no one talks about it

y/n: REAL

jimin: SO GLAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHOS NOTICED

KICK THEM BOTH

jk: wwweowowowwwww

jin: omg forgot about jungkook

where even are you rn bff

namjoon: i do not have a foot fetish

jk: i with my otherR friends Butte dw im nottt replacing u guys

yoongi: he has other friends?

jk: yoongi my BIGGEST HATEFR LRTS TALK ABUTTT UIT

jimin: namjoon you literally post pictures of your feet on the internet for fun like

y/n: just like tae but make it aesthetic

jk: yoongi just saY ur in liove with y/n and go

jin: OMGhwhdhdhdhd

hobi: WOAHSHSHDHHSHDNDND

y/n: NO CUZ YOONGI ME PERSONALLY I WOULD HAVE ITTTT

tae: i have love i want to share

jin: this is not about you tae

omg yoongi typing

hobi: kinda nervous

namjoon: that does not mean i have a foot fetish wtf?

jin: someone tell namjoon to stfu we have bigger problems rn

hobi: namjoon jin said to stfu cuz we have bigger problems rn

yoongi: if i wanted her i could have her just saying

you should be thanking me tbh ur little crush isn’t that much of a secret

y/n: NEHHEHDBFBFBFBBF

hobi: I SCREAMEDDDDDDDDDDD

jimin: DAMNNSNDJ

jin: YOONGI ATE SORRY

tae: i have a crush

jin kicked tae from the gc

jin: he can come back after

jk: wjat I HAVVBBBB Njko nncrudhj

jimin: someone translate i beg im too invested

hobi: fight i say

to the death preferably

yoongi: going to bed

gn y/n

y/n: ur so evil omg

gn yoongi

jimin: NO CUZ JUNGKOOK GONNA CRY WHEN HE READ THIS WHEN HES SOBER

jin: YOONGI JUST DID JUNGKOOK SO FUCKING NASTY OMSHSHSH

hobi: YIKES LAMSKDKOD

namjoon: damn

jin: jungkook wya????

jimin: express your thoughts rn this is a safe place

jk: i canTttty sea

hobi: he’s so fucked up

jin added tae to the gc

tae: let’s run away together

forget all the drama bae just you and me against the world

jimin: omg ok 🥺

tae: ew not u wtf

was taking to y/n

jimin: EW???

tae: ew.

would rather kms

xoxoxox

y/n: you know you can just open a mcdonald’s if you have the money like that’s so crazy

jin: i don’t care for that type of food

they are serving you horseback and pig feet

hobi: did you not eat it yesterday?

jin: don’t let me get you again

hobi: this is a toxic friend group

namjoon: do you guys really think i have a foot fetish?

y/n: come on now…

jimin: 10000%

hobi: there is no doubt in my mind

jin: YEAH

tae: it’s okay bro

namjoon: you are the last person i want comfort from

tae: WTF???

last time i’m ever being nice

fuck you

kys how about that?

hobi: how you like that?

that that that that that that

y/n: where did jungkook go

jin: dead

jimin: crying

tae: idk

namjoon: he probably fell asleep it is like 2 am??

tae: namjoon kinda annoying guys

jin: someone had to say it!!

i agree

namjoon: sorry i am the only functional one in this group?

jin: look at him getting all defensive omg

tae: you cant even cut food right so how functional are you really?

jimin: no cuz remember when he was cutting that fucking carrot omg

namjoon: bye it’s late and u guys are annoying

tae: loser

y/n: cheer up joonie

jin: pussy

…

HELP i feel so bad cuz i was writing an individual one and i just couldn’t think of shit to say writing the gc ones are so much easier but i promise i’ll fix up and write more individual ones i just wanted to release something cuz i’ve been posting consistently lately and don’t want to break the streak so sorry if this one feels a bit rushed love you all comments reblogs and likes are always greatly appreciated and TY for being sosososo nice to me in my inbox entirely grateful love u xoxox

( also pls ignore any mistakes if there are any it is literally almost 2 am and i cant see straight will go fix it later love u )

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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twenty-one | where it all went wrong

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when has anything ever gone your way?

warnings: blood mention, lots of swearing, slight angst, yelling and a bit of breakdowns, not exactly proofread

a/n: sorry for the late update! been really busy lately and this chapter was making me go nuts lmao. 5k+ words. happy reading!

“pfft.”

“shut up, it's not funny.”

you covered your mouth in an attempt to contain in your laughs, but failed when scaramouche had his face all scrunched up in front of you.

“y–you— you can't dance?” you asked once again, giggling as you do so.

scaramouche scoffed, turning his head away dramatically with his arms crossed. “i can dance, i just prefer not to.”

“sure you do, dude. wanna show me some moves to prove that statement of yours?” you grinned, raising your brows up and down.

the male in front of you groaned, and started to head somewhere else, annoyed with your teasing.

you swiftly grabbed his arm and pulled him back to where he was, laughter slowly coming to a stop. “come on, i was just joking!” you chirped, and scaramouche rolled his eyes. “i'll teach you how to dance, fair enough?”

“you're probably shit at it too.”

“hey!”

you slapped his arm gently, causing him to frown at you, but didn't continue further on the banter. smiling at his stupid yet cute expression, you sighed.

it's nice to have idiotic arguments with the ravenette once in a while. even though none of them poses a threat underneath now, you still enjoyed every single bit of it.

it was also still a little awkward between you two. the gradual change from being enemies to... whatever the hell you two are now is highly weird, and you can't deny that it's not exactly a good feeling.

sure, you've gotten way past the stupid arguments over the most minor mistakes, and have now gotten to the stage where you two are comfortable being in each other's presence, yet it felt quite weird.

it feels like everything is just moving too fast.

you wished things could slow down more, because you're not sure what you'd do if everything were to go wrong in just the blink of an eye.

“can you stop fucking this up? you've been stomping on my foot for archons know how many times!” you hissed as you get your foot stomped by scaramouche, once again.

he simply glared at you, indigo eyes filled with annoyance. ironic, you think. you were the only one here who deserved to be annoyed right now, not him.

“maybe if you taught me better then i wouldn't be doing that for the past ten minutes!”

gritting your teeth, you faked a smile at him. “i am teaching you properly, you're the one who has no skill in dancing at all!” you retorted, pointing at your feet. “this is going to be hell for me to take care of once we get home.”

sighing, he looks down to the floor, well, at your feet, you supposed.

you pursed your lips to a thin line. “if you don't like doing these stuff then we can stop and sit somewhere.”

at this, he huffed, hesitantly putting his hands on your waist to pull you closer. “um– well– it's... it's okay. i'm willing to learn, i guess.” he muttered, facing elsewhere to hide the blush that's creeping up his neck. “but only because you wanted to do this stupid thing so bad!” he quickly added, making you heave out a breath of laughter.

“you're cute when you're trying to give out dumb excuses.” you teased, and scaramouche fumbles even more at your sentence.

“what– you– ugh, whatever. it's not like you'd give up on it anyways.” the ravenette groaned.

in the midst of your banter, the music went from upbeat to a more slow and soft melody. lights became less colourful, and soon after, everyone with a date was filling up the dance floor to have the classic slow dance.

slowly draping your arms on scaramouche's shoulders, you let out another sigh. “you're lucky this is the easiest dance out of all.” you informed. “you just have to sway to the music slowly, like this.” stepping to the left, you lead the man in front of you.

he reluctantly followed along, stepping a few steps to the right once the music continues to a new beat, making sure he wasn't stepping on your foot again, or worse, tripping over himself.

“see? not that bad, right?” you arched a brow at him, and scaramouche clicked his tongue at your never ending teasing. you two continued swaying to the slow music, relishing in each other's presence.

scaramouche's hold on you was stiff, and his moves were much more of something a robot would be doing, but you paid no mind. you liked him like this, awkward and hesitant.

“we should be focusing on the case right now.” he murmured, looking away from you.

“hm... i would agree on you, but there's nothing suspicious here, it leaves us no reason to believe there's any leads.” you replied, causing him to look back at you.

scaramouche stared at you for a couple of seconds before speaking. “i just... have this feeling, y'know?” he muttered, his grip on your waist still firm. “that something is going to happen.”

the ravenette had always have this sheer instinct where he could just tell if something was about to go down, for whatever reason you don't know, but it has helped you two a lot whenever you work on a case before, as much as you hated to admit it.

this weird inkling of his serves a lot of help most of the time, but you don't think this is one of them.

“look, we checked out everything, no?” he slowly nodded at your words, and you continued. “i'm sure we would've found something when we went on a search, but we didn't. i know this case is important... but you've got to relax once in a while.” you said, going to the left as scaramouche followed along.

he lets out a huff, and his hold on your waist slowly softened. ah, you figured it right. he was so nervous about the case that he unconsciously gripped you a little too hard. not that you minded, of course, it barely bothered you.

“oh, now that i remember, where's viktor and yun jin? didn't viktor say that he wanted to participate in the dance?” you asked, looking around the dance floor to see if they were here, but they were nowhere in sight. “they're not here.”

scaramouche averted his gaze to peer around the area too, looking for the couple. his eyes came to a stop when he saw viktor sitting at a table, all by himself, yun jin missing.

he lightly pinched your waist, making you look back at him warily. “he's over there.” you snapped your eyes to the direction scaramouche had pointed, looking at viktor mindlessly playing with the food on his plate.

yun jin's not there, you thought. did she excuse herself to the bathroom?

you had just the slightest sympathy towards the tall brunette as you watch him continuously stab the leftover steak with a fork, before remembering that he was the main suspect to your case.

which made you realise that you were only three months in this undercover duty. you currently only have about half of the leads that were needed, but none of them were enough proof that viktor is your guy. sure, he had been suspicious at times, but you never managed to catch up with his schemes due to how wary he is, always looking out to his surroundings.

you glanced back to scaramouche. “should we go to him?”

“we can just watch him from afar.”

humming, you continued on slow dancing with the ravenette. this was enjoyable, you think. you never thought it'd feel this great to be dancing with scaramouche under the soft spotlights along with the other couples, without even being a couple yourselves. your arms were looped around his neck, fingers slightly playing with the ends of his hair.

after a moment, you speak up. “is it... really okay for you to talk to me about those stuff?”

“hm? what stuff?”

you rolled your eyes at his obliviousness. “y'know, your personal life, your real name, your mother and all.” you mumbled lowly, but still enough for scaramouche to hear. “knowing you, i'd probably be the last person you'd want to tell about them.”

he chuckled, hands smoothing along your waist. “i'm gonna be honest with you here.”

you perked your head up, attentively listening to what he's about to say. “go on, i'm listening.”

he took a moment to go over the words he wanted to say in his head, indigo eyes scanning your face fondly. to him, you were the most dazzling person on the dance floor right now, your presence alone was enough to light up the place.

“you're the most important person in my life.” he announced, and your mouth fell agape.

your breath hitched as you look up to him with widened eyes. did he... actually say that? blinking a couple of times, you continued staring at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

does he even know the effect he'd have on you when he said those exact words? scaramouche may be one of the most dense people you've ever met, but surely he'd have to know that sentence holds a big deal. especially to you.

flustered, you look away from him, peering over other couples dancing instead, seemingly like their dance was far more interesting than the one you're currently having with the man in front of you.

“you should really start thinking before speaking.”

he raised a brow, confused. “oh... did i say something wrong?” scaramouche asked, voice unsure.

you quickly avert your gaze back to him, unknowingly tugging him closer to you than before. “ah–no!” you said, fumbling for a reply. “it's just... goodness, how should i say this...”

“well– you should just, um, know how much of an effect those words would have on someone. it holds a big meaning.”

he scrunched his nose, and you swear it was the cutest thing he's ever done.

damn him and his stupid yet subtle actions.

he thinks about what you said, and registered those words into his head, deciphering on what he told you. upon realisation, he blushed furiously, unconsciously gripping your waist harder than before. “stop thinking further into it. it's– nothing of the sorts.”

cracking up a smile at him, you chuckled. “it's okay, i know what you meant, kuni.” you muttered, the new nickname of his still felt foreign in your tongue, but it was still adorable nonetheless. “you're the most important person in my life too. though we have been at each others throats for as long as i can remember, i don't think there is a day where i don't look forward to our silly arguments.”

“even when i have the day off?”

“even when you have the day off. you don't understand how exhausting it is dealing with childe all by myself.”

he laughed, you following along. out of the blue, he landed his chin on your shoulder, bringing you way more closer than you could ever imagine. eyes wide, you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

“thank you, y/n. i never thought we'd ever get this close in the course of this case, but i'm glad we are.” he mumbled, voice muffled from your skin.

smiling, you nodded, one hand playing with the back of his hair. you took in his scent, the faint smell of his cologne engulfed you whole, and you think it's the most attractive thing ever. your heart was beating like crazy, and you hoped he couldn't hear the vibrations of it, due to how you spared no space from each other.

you wished this moment could last forever.

but then again, nothing ever goes your way.

it's been a few minutes, and the slow dance slowly comes to a stop along with the soft music, making scaramouche tilt his head up from resting on your shoulder, reluctantly moving away. his indigo eyes stared into your own, and you slightly smiled at his actions.

“what?” you asked giddily, amused with how lost he is whenever he looks into your eyes.

spotlights were back to their colourful state, contrary to what it was a moment ago, students still filled to the brim on the dance floor, as if like none of them wanted this to end.

you didn't too.

“you're pretty tonight.” he blurted with a monotonous tone, causing you to widened your eyes, surprised at the compliment he gave you.

out of everything he could've said, the one thing you least expected was the one he said instead. it was almost unbelievable, he was never one to be giving out compliments willingly, let alone when he was forced to. he'd never say something nice about someone.

but as he stood before you, he seemed like a totally different person. the scaramouche you knew would never dance with you. the scaramouche you knew would never hold you close, the scaramouche you knew would never, ever, say something remotely nice about you.

yet he did all of those things in just one night. just who had posessed him into doing this?

the compliment left you in a flustered mess, and you mentally cursed scaramouche for making you feel this way.

stop it, you thought to yourself. you're not supposed to melt over him. he's merely your partner in this case, nothing more.

this case is more important than the relationship you two currently have, you think. you should, no, you have to move this aside, and focus on solving this case, first and foremost.

“...thank you.” you hesitantly said. you looked elsewhere to avoid his gaze, glancing up to the ceiling filled with spotlights instead.

you noticed something off about the spotlight that was a few feet above scaramouche. it was slowly dangling backwards and forwards, unlike the other spotlights that were hanging still. if you listen closely, you could hear the sound of screws squeaking.

letting out a small gasp, you finally realised that the spotlight was probably the one the workers were talking about the other day.

‘...there were a few screws loose, and the workers didn't manage to find them...’

that must be it.

“what's wrong?” scaramouche asked worryingly.

“we... we gotta get out from here.” you whispered, unfortunately for scaramouche, he couldn't hear you.

“what?”

you retracted your hands from his shoulders, resting one of them on his forearm instead. “we need to–”

you stopped your sentence abruptly, wincing at the sudden sound coming from your ear. scaramouche was doing the same, one hand leaving your waist to touch his hear, hissing from the unbearable sound.

looking to your surroundings, you hastily peered around to see that, no one else were reacting the same way as you two are, leaving you in a confused state.

why the hell are you two the only ones hearing the high pitched sound? why is everyone acting normal?

‘ear pieces. just in case we need them.’

someone here knew you had your ear pieces?

you snapped your head to scaramouche. “the ear piece!”

but as soon as you said those words, the venue suddenly turned pitch black, all lights stopped functioning. everyone let out sounds of confusion, weirded out by how the whole venue blacked out.

“what's happening?” someone asked.

“why did the lights go out?” another person near you questioned.

“y/n, stay close!” scaramouche said, pulling you closer to him.

and then you heard it. the sound of a screw falling down to the floor, landing with a small echo.

it was still pitch black, but you could still make out the exact location of the spotlight you were eyeing a moment ago.

widening your eyes even more, you quickly look back at scaramouche.

no.

it's gonna hit him.

you exhaled heavily, and on instinct, you changed your positions with scaramouche, leaving him even more confused than he already is.

“y/n? what are you–”

without hesitation, you pushed him hard, making him stumble backwards. scaramouche quickly looked back up to you and was about to speak, before he stopped when the sound of something crashing down to the floor echoed through the ballroom, making everyone let out gasp after gasp.

“what in the world was that?”

“i think i heard it from there!”

the people on the dance floor murmured between each other, asking what had just happened. the atmosphere from what was peaceful a second ago turned into chaos, as everyone slowly came to a panic when the lights still haven't been turned on.

everyone except scaramouche.

he stood there, frozen. the ravenette was still processing things, and when he finally came to the situation he was in right now, he lets out a shaky breath.

“y/n...?” he mumbled, hoping for a reply.

but no response came.

as if to make things worse, the lights suddenly came back, and scaramouche's eyes went wide.

lying unconsciously on the floor, you were knocked out from a spotlight, your head slowly bleeding out. it was a terrifying sight.

as everyone's gaze landed on your figure, gasps and shouts were heard, and people quickly surrounded you.

scaramouche was still frozen, but then swiftly snapped back to reality when he realised that you're hurt. he hastily brushed past the people that were starting to crowd the scene, pushing everyone that was in the way.

he stopped in his tracks when he finally stood before you, your figure lying helplessly on the floor. everyone shouted between each other to call an ambulance, and just as the students of snezhnaya university had thought this would be a wonderful night to remember, it is now their worst nightmare instead.

scaramouche crouched down to you, and checked for your pulse. she's still alive, he thought to himself, letting out a sigh of relief. he cradled you close to his chest, hoping that help would come as soon as possible.

gritting his teeth, he swore he'd hunt down whoever did this to you. and finish them for good.

you woke up to the familiar room.

fuck. you're back here again.

looking to your right, you peered over to the infamous iv drip.

shit, you can't be serious.

you suddenly felt lightheaded, wincing in pain as you brought up a hand to hold your head, but stopped abruptly when you felt a gauze roll wrapped around your head.

just what had happened to you?

you shifted yourself on the bed to sit up more comfortably, and unknowingly bumped your leg to someone. raising a brow, you looked down to see that, scaramouche, had his head rested at the edge of your bed.

huh, you just had a glimpse of deja vu.

you vividly remembered that you were in this exact type of situation back when the incident occurred. except that this time your head was the one all bandaged up instead.

due to your light movements, scaramouche slowly looked up from where he rested, and landed his eyes on you, who was now awake. he quickly scrambled to his feet and got closer to you, cupping your cheek with one of his hands, his other resting on your shoulder.

“oh–thank goodness, you're awake...” he said, thumb caressing your cheekbone. the ravenette clicked on the monitor beside your hospital bed, and informed the doctor in charge that you were awake.

your eyes trailed over his actions on the small monitor, and when he finally looked back at you after he was done, his demeanor completely changed to a 180, expression turning back to one you had never thought would return.

yup, you're definitely fucked.

“she can be discharged today. though, please look out for her, she needs all the rest.” the doctor in front of you said, writing on his clipboard. “the bandage should be changed every time she gets out of the shower, and the wound should be healed by the end of the week, it's nothing that serious, you needn't worry.”

scaramouche slowly nodded. “sure.”

the doctor looked up from his clipboard and landed his eyes on scaramouche. “i'd advise you to not make her stressed out that much, it could result in her having a huge headache. even though her injuries aren't anything major, it still left a big impact to her head.”

the doctor continued on informing scaramouche of the needed information, while you sat at the waiting area. scaramouche hasn't talked to you ever since you got out of your hospital room, and you slightly shudder at the thought of scaramouche hating you for what you've done.

you're not sure what you're gonna come home to, but you're sure as hell it's not gonna be anything good.

the ride back to the campus dorms was fairly quiet, scaramouche not uttering a single word, focusing on the road instead. you on the other hand didn't say anything as well, afraid of what you'd be greeted with if you were to even open your mouth.

as you both entered your dorm, the door slowly closed, and scaramouche stood by the door for a few seconds, hand still on the doorknob. the dorm was still fairly dull and quiet due to the dark weather, adding up to the sullen situation you're in right now.

“do you want to explain what happened last night?”

you halted in your tracks and turned around, looking at scaramouche's back. “oh, uh...” you trailed off, trying to find the right words.

“what the hell were you thinking?” his voice suddenly raised a little higher, his hand gripping on the doorknob tight, knuckles turning white. “do you even know what you were getting yourself into?”

you frowned, crossing your arms as you stood in the middle of the dorm. “of course i do.”

“then why?” he asked, voice cracking. “why did you have to do that and injure yourself?”

“look, i just had to... okay? let's not do this right now, kuni. i don't want to think about it.”

he turns around, eyes snapping to you. “no. let's talk about it. right here, right now.” he said, folding his arms as he stood behind the closed door.

you frowned even more at this. “kuni, just stop, please. we don't have to make this complicated.”

“and what? you're just gonna continue doing all of those shit? be the stupid fucking hero where you sacrifice your life for others? and what next? continue this until you're battered to death?”

“kuni–”

“you're just gonna brush off the fact that you pushed me away? just to let yourself get smashed into the floor by that fucking spotlight?!” he said furiously, his voice getting higher and higher, curses spilling out of his mouth like there's no tomorrow.

scaramouche heaved out a breath of a laugh, though no amusement laced his voice. “y–you really can't keep doing this to me, y/n. stop being the fucking hero you think you are. stop trying to get yourself into danger. just stop– stop all of this.”

clenching your fists, you looked at him with a perplexed expression, quite the complete opposite of last night. it's funny, you think. you never thought you'd be standing here, having possibly the worst ever fight with scaramouche. even after everything you've experienced with him this past week.

the faint pitter patter on the outside of your small balcony can be heard, and slowly, the rain comes down rather harshly, making the atmosphere between you and him the more painful.

“weren't you the one who wanted to sacrifice your life for people's safety?” you inquired, recalling back to when he mentioned about putting his life on the line. “why can't i do the same? am i not a detective like you are? did i not vow to the same oath as you?”

“doesn't mean you can go around willingly getting yourself in danger.”

you let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, slowly stepping closer towards him. “i'm a fucking detective, for crying out loud! getting into danger is the main point of my job, did you seriously think i was gonna stand there idly and let you take the hit?!” you shouted, your tone matching his.

“yes.” was what he said. “stop putting yourself through hell, y/n! is that something so hard to do?! stop trying to save my life every fucking second!”

“oh, sure, i'm the one who's stubborn here. why can't you just mind your own business?! not everything has to be in your fucking control! news flash, scara, the world does not revolve around you!”

he halted when you stopped calling him by his real name, opting to the usual nickname you used to call him. still in the heat of the conversation, he brushed it off.

“don't be stupid and naive, y/n. stop doing this to yourself. i don't like seeing you in this state.” he said frustratingly, raking a hand through his hair. “do you even have any idea how fucking worried i was when those lights came back on, just to see you lying helplessly on the floor, with blood soaking your head? has it ever occured to you that you keep making me witness you in those kind of states?”

at this, you stayed quiet, unable to reply to him. “you don't understand how many times you've made me worried sick about you. can't you see that i care for you? who would even do that if not me?” he continued, voice cracking more and more, as if he was at his breaking point.

“stop, please.”

“stop what?”

“stop— just stop fucking pretending you care, for archons sake! if you cared me so much, you wouldn't be standing there, making my life a miserable mess!”

he clenched his fists even harder than before. “a miserable mess? goodness, y/n, you're the one who's being insufferable right now!” he shouted through the heavy rain. “do you even realise that i've done nothing but care for you from the very start? do you even remember when i was scared shitless when you got shot? do you even remember that i always indulge in your stupid requests? do you even know that i've always been by your side, despite being complete enemies?”

“i don't want to do this, scaramouche, please. i'm tired.”

scoffing, scaramouche stared at you, eyes slowly tearing up. “scaramouche? you don't even want to say my real name now?” he chuckles, wiping the tear that threatened to fall down his cheeks. “after everything i've done for you, you're just gonna stoop that low, huh. what next, call me by my fatui name?”

you looked at him deadly in the eyes. “you know what, yeah.” you muttered, eyes red from refraining yourself to cry. “i don't want to deal with your bullshit right now, balladeer.” he felt a pang to his heart when you spat those words. “stop trying to fix me when you can't even fix yourself.” he widened his eyes at your last sentence, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of him. brushing past him, you turned the doorknob, and he flinched.

grabbing ahold of your wrist, he stops you. “where are you going?” he asked, voice suddenly shaky and low, as if he was a fragile puppet that was about to break.

glancing to his glistening eyes, you softened just for a moment. it was hard to not just engulf him in a hug and wipe those tears off his face, right then and there. but you can't. he's making you feel like your efforts were useless, he's treating you like you're a kid who needs to be taken care of every second, so why the hell even have the slightest sympathy for him?

“i need a break from all of this. please, let me go.” you pleaded, and he did reluctantly. opening the door, you looked at scaramouche one last time.

the rain was still heavy, just like how your fight was with scaramouche. ironic, you think. the weather feels just as down as you are right now. “i can't believe it just took five minutes to change everything between us.” was the last thing you said before slamming the door shut, leaving scaramouche alone in the dark dormitory.

he didn't bother to chase after you.

you headed for the elevator and pressed the ground floor button the second you entered. fishing out your phone from your pocket, you dialed for the only person you were close to in campus.

“hello?”

“ah, hi, yun jin. i'm sorry for asking this very last minute, but is it okay... if i crash at your place for a while?” you asked, biting on your nail anxiously.

upon hearing your voice, yun jin let out a small gasp. “luna! i heard you got into the hospital. are you okay?”

you laughed, though nothing was even remotely amusing. “yeah, 'm fine. i just need a place to stay at for a while, is that okay to you?”

yun jin sighed in relief. “sure, my roommate isn't gonna be here for the semester since they're at their partners'. but it's raining right now, do you have an umbrella to get here?”

the elevator came to a stop, and you exited to the dorm lobby. “i have my ways.” you said as you stepped outside of the building, the sound of the heavy rain suddenly comes crashing down, louder than from inside the building. “thanks, yun jin. i owe you big time. see you later.” ending the call, you looked up to the sky.

it was the worst weather of the month, you think, remembering about the forecast news you watched the other day. the sky was gloomy, and there was no one else in sight, only you, standing alone.

and that was all it took for you to finally break yourself into pieces.

sorry

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rainchyna · 2 years

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a/n ‎♡ i just wanted to say thank you, to everyone for showing love and support towards this series. i want you guys to know that all your lovely comments and hilarious memes meant the absolute universe to me. but alas, everything has an end (apart from ric flair’s career) and this series has come to an end, with this being the final episode. y/n and edge are finally happy together 🥹. thank you, truly, for your support and love towards r:s and me. i love you 🫶🏼

warnings! [ cussing, fluff, christian being christian per usual, apparently idk how matches work, violence, smut LMAO, pwlp, praise, oral (f), multiple orgasms (f), squirting, a lot more vanilla than you think, overstimulation??]

on the entre trip to the arena, three things were going on. christian kept complaining about how it was adam's turn to drive and that he was already tired of having him back, adam was babbling about how concerned he was about getting chewed out by vince when getting back for not being at the hotel or rehersals for the show, and you were giddy and bubbling on the inside because even though you were sitting the back seat while adam sat in the front passenger seat, he still held your hand through the gap between his and christian's seat.

"christian?"

"yeah?"

"why'd you text matt from my phone?"

christian could've swerved right there, "how did you know it was me?" this genius asked. "i didn't, i just got you to admit to it. still though, why?" you ask. "well, i wanted to talk to matt to understand what the hell was going on with you and him. to be fair though, i could've just asked him in real life" he answered.

"or you could've just texted him from your phone" you point out. christian just eyed you through the rear view mirror. "that. that too" he remarked.

"wait, who texted who from ... where?" adam asked

"long story" you and christian replied in union.

6:15 pm, later that day.

“baby, wake up"

"hm"

"did she drool in my fucking car seat-"

"relax-"

"wake the fuck up, bozo. we're here! and we're late! and stop drooling in the seat bro!” christian almost yelled.

everything was a little hazy, until chrisitian's last sentence went through your right ear, into your brain, and out your left ear. "were here?!" you cry as you jump out of your seat, "and we're late?!" you were grabbing onto too many things at once, almost dropping your bags and phone in the process. "woah, chill there, tiny" adam teased. "you're like two inches off of the floor anyways, don't fall on your face now"

“i will power power bomb you, right here. right now” you glare at adam while he just giggles.

“you two are the reason i can’t have nice things” christian mumbled.

as you three power walked your way through the building, everything felt like tonal whiplash. staff running around making sure everything was perfect, talent filming segments for their own storylines, some just walking around chatting, and per usual, there was yelling from somewhere. you were met with confused looks from those around. where were you three for the past days? why didn’t you arrive with the rest of the roster? how dare you miss rehearsals? were y’all aware that the show begins in like two hours?

“i’ll see you two at catering?” you asked before entering the women’s locker room. “yeah definitely, and bring lita with you. least we can do is be briefed about the match” christian said. “wait, give me a kiss” adam pulled you in. one kiss became two, and two became three.

“kill me” christian said walking away.

“c’mon! go, we’re already late” you pushed adam away. “one more!” he demanded, stomping his foot like a little child.

“go!” you laughed.

as you walked in, you were immediately tackled down to the floor by someone you assumed was lita. “ i was so worried about you! where were you?” her familiar, sweet voice asked. “long story, but i’ll tell you if you do my hair! and quickly explain what we’re supposed to do later” you squeak under her.

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6:49 pm, that same evening.

“he thought you were dating matt?!” the red haired girl asked. “i know! bitch, i was as confused as a hot dead dog on a swing” you reply. “girls, does anyone have red lipstick?” you ask, “i do!” trish answered, “wait, so you drove all the way back home to get him?” lita asked, “personally, you won’t catch me driving 18 fucking hours to see a man. but, hey, as long as he loves you” trish said handing you the dior lipstick.

“we’ll, i do love him” you smiled, as you applied the glossy shade on your lips. “love the new gear by the way” trish added.

your new gear consisted of cargo black pants, a tight leather mandarin collar vest and bright red sneakers. “you’re actually my favourite person” you told trish.

“i’m right here!” lita said

you and lita step out hand in hand, towards catering. “where are the hardys?” you asked. “at the men’s locker room i think?” lita said. “i don’t know. last time i checked, they were at catering” she added. “check the locker room, i’ll check catering” she says letting go of your hand.

as you headed towards the men’s locker room, all you could hear was loudness, unidentifiable loudness. you knock on the door, and wait. no one shows up, you knock again louder, still no one. you knock one last time, before pushing the door, and what a sight it was.

the blue meanie was on top of jbl, both on the floor. the blue meanie was landing punches on jbl’s already bruised face. on that side of the room were the undertaker, kane, ken shamrock, and very agitated taz pulling them away from each other, and on the other side of the room were edge brushing his hair and christian lacing up his boots, jericho was reading a book, and a crash holly and shawn michaels who were very calmly chatting, clearly unmoved by whatever was going on across from them.

“oh, hey y/n/n” shawn greeted you, “you need anything?”

and everyone seemed to stop dead in their tracks, all eyes were on you now. all the wrestlers involved in the fight were glaring at you as you just stopped some type of main event. “i swear i knocked” you quickly defend yourself, “you two come here, now” you whisper-yelled at adam and christian. you immediately step back as the door closes in your face.

“why does it smell like that it there?” you ask yourself, face scrunching up. it smelled like a wet socks and cheddar cheese.

“what?” christian asked, dragging adam behind him who was still brushing his hair. “where are the hardys?” you ask. “they just went catering” adam answered, tucking the brush into his tights’ waist band. you were so used to his dumb shit you didn’t even notice it at first.

“well move it, we really need to go” you say. “hey!” lita came back, “ i found them… what the fuck is going on in there?” she asking hearing all the ruckus.

“don’t even ask” you answer.

7:15 pm, tag team match.

edge and christian were defending their tag team championships against matt and jeff, while lita was defending her women’s championship against you. it was a winners take all match.

the match itself was fast paced, mainly the boys went for a a more high flyer wrestling style, while you lita resorted to more high flying as well, you resorted to a more technical style. rarely where you able to showcase your talent and any chance you got you took.

jeff and christian were on the outside, exchanging punches, kicks and throwing each other on the announce tables. matt and edge were both crawling on the mat, taking their sweet time to reach and tag you and lita in. as soon as you saw matt reach lita, you turned your hand upwards signaling for adam to tag you in. as soon as you were both in, you began landing blows in each other. a moonsault from her to you, a leg drop, at one point she even attempted and shooting star press but you moved out of the way. you reversed it into a sharp shooter. the crowd loudly chanted your name as you paid tribute to the hit man in his land.

at this point, all four men where surrounding the ring. edge and christian cheering for you along with crowd, matt and jeff reaching out for lita to tap in. lita began moving her arms, trying to get them out from under her. your boys immediately ran and attacked the hardys, as they knew that if lita doesn’t tag them, one of they will break up the hold.

you tightened your hold, then lita tapped out. the referee immediately signaled for the bell to be rang. edge and christian have successfully defended their championships and you were the new women’s champion.

all three of you got in the ring, on one side of the referee was edge holding up his belt, and on the other side were you and christian holding up yours. team extreme were slowly walking up the ring, glaring at you with anger in their eyes, and holding onto random body parts as they sold their injuries.

you and edge walk hand in hand to the bar where everyone was. apparently, jbl was taken to wrestlers’ court for picking on the blue meanie, and his punishment was to pay for the roster’s dinner and drinks at the hotel’s bar and restaurant. all of you decided to celebrate your win by hanging out there.

the bar was jam packed with big, buff men and women as far as the eye can see. your outfit consisted of a tight fitting, little, black silk dress. black platform heeled boots and adam’s leather jacket was draped over your shoulders, your wore small to medium golden hoops and sported a white and gold dior hand bag. your make up was soft and glowly, and your lips adorned the same lipstick trish gave you, you looked gorgeous per usual.

“i would say ‘look at my wife everyone!’ but wow i don’t want anyone looking at you!” lita leaned in for a hug. “imagine how i feel” adam sarcastically remarked.

“sorry about your title, babe” you hugged your friend, “don’t even worry about it, there’s no one i would’ve wanted to drop it to other than you” she smiled.

“can y’all move?” christian pushed past you, “i heard bradshaw is paying for everyone, so i must order every possible drink there is” he added.

the hardy brothers soon joined you, bringing with them a bottle of champagne in celebration of your win. you all huddled in a quieter corner of the restaurant’s end of the bar, as the older veterans - who were join by vince for some reason - were most definitely going sit around and bitch about taxes, or whatever old people talk about.

jeff popped the champagne bottle open, “to our new women’s champion!” he cheered, raising a toast and everyone following suit. soon, christian came to your corner with tequila shots. “no, guys, c’mon. let the texan pablo escobar wannabe pay, don’t bring anything yourself. let the bastard pay!”

after a while of playing a drunken truth or dare, retellings of embarrassing stories and christian giving the expected drunk friend ‘i love you guys’ speech, adam poked at your side. “come with me for a second” he whispered.

you both step outside to the porch that opened up to the garden of the restaurant. there were fairy lights everywhere and quite hum of the chilly night breeze made the place feel a more magical than it should be. at one of the tables you spotted an old couple, mid-late 80s, having a candle lit dinner.

“do you think we’ll grow to be like them?” you ask, voice quite. “someday” adam says. “y’know, we haven’t had a moment to ourself for a while now” he says. “hm” you hum an answer. you stood there, taking in each other’s presence.

“oh yeah, i wanted to give you this” adam pulled away from you. he dug into his pants’ pocket, pulling out a little red velvet bag. he handed it to you, you looked at him for a split second before taking it. a small gasp fell from your lips, it was a silver and diamond necklace. he chuckled. “real diamonds. i was planning on giving it to you on your birthday, but i thought today was better” he smiled.

“don’t make me feel bad now, i got you a keychain for your birthday” you stated. “and i love it?? ‘happy birthday you sexy whore’? that’s literally me” adam laughs. “can you put it on me?” you ask. “of course” he takes the necklace from your hand.

you move your hair away, the cold metal is wrapped around your neck beautifully. adam kisses your shoulders before turning you around to face him. “i love you, i really do” he says, holding your face in his large hands. “i love you, more” you say. your eyes sparkled under the fairy lights, adam bringing you closer to him to kiss you.

your hands rest on his chest, as you deepen the kiss. he wraps his arms around your waist and yours hang around his neck. his tongue snakes into your mouth, clashing against yours. unconsciously you back him up against the porch wall, as you kisses get heated more and more by the second. you pull away from him, needing air. you look down at his lips, and you giggle a little. “what?” he laughs along. “you look like penny wise”. your lipstick was printed on and around his lips. “do you wanna go back to our room?” he asks. “please” you whisper.

“wait, let me wipe my lipstick off of you” you said tugging on his arm, as he was already heading inside.

“are you serious?” he almost sounded offended.

“uh, yeah?” you answer.

“leave it there baby, i want everyone to know i’m yours”

and your heart did a little something.

as you walk back inside, hand in hand, you quickly peep at your corner. christian was passed out on a couch, jeff had the ‘contemplating my life decisions’ drunk look and matt and lita weren’t even there.

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unlocking the door to your room, adam immediately latched himself onto you. “i missed you, so fucking much” he muttered against your lips. you kick the door shut as you kiss him.

“jump” he orders and you immediately do, he held you against him, remembering to enter the room no one used incasr christian came back later. he gently laid you on the bed, then began taking off his clothes. you pulled of your boots, jacket and dress, revealing a gorgeous lace set.

adam stripped down to his boxers and got on his knees between your legs. “what are you doing?” you ask. “i put you through hell, let me please you”.

he lips traced up your thighs with kisses, to your stomach, past your ribs and chest to your neck. he left gentle love bites around your collarbones and jawline. you grabbed his face and kissed him, you’ve waited too long for this. he kissed back down your neck, grinding on you as he goes.

he began gently sucking and nibbling at your neck leaving small, red markings on it. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, adam’s hand slid down and pulled your legs over his waist, his hand then moved towards your clothed pussy. his fingers moved along the lace. “i can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby” he whispered. “then do something about it” you whimper.

it was all fun and games, until you dared him to do something about it. do something about it? sure.

he moved away from you, completely getting off of the bed. he pulled out the little chair that was at the vanity, positioning it at the end of the bed. as he sat down, he pulled you down towards him by your ankles. you’re in for it.

he pulled off your panties, and with his thumb, he rubbed slow, gentle circles against your clit. you close your eyes and your legs push against each other wanting to close. “keep your legs open, my love” he said, voice low. he pulled you closer to him, as he leaned down towards your pussy, one clean lick against your clit and slit, and you whimpered loudly. “if you want me to do something about it, then be louder for me”

his warm tongue moved gently on you, as your back slightly arched up. his tongue took a quick dip into your pussy, quickly coming back out. “p-please” you let out a broken moan. adam uses his right hand to keep your legs open and left hand to pry you open. his middle finger slowly sliding into you, softly thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. but it wasn’t enough, “more, please, please” you moan. he uses both his middle and ring finger on you, working them gently against you. his mouth moves back to your clit, lightly nibbling and sucking on it. “oh fuck, fuck just like that” you moan. “there she is” his voice raspy as he pulls away from you.

his fingers begin moving faster, and faster. occasionally slowing down just to tease you. his pointer was now added and his lips were harsher against your clit. you’re almost grinding against his face, desperately chasing an orgasm that’s building inside you. “faster, please, f-faster!” you cry. his fingers push and pull, curling inside you as his tongue laps at your wetness. he sucks on your clit even harder, making you grab the pillows above you as your orgasm bubbles inside you. he pulled away and used his other hand to rub your clit, “you like that, baby? hm?” he teased. “am i making you feel good?” “y-yes! yes, s-so good. d-don’t stop, please don’t stop” you beg. “aw” he coos, “if that’s what my baby wants” he says.

he moves his fingers away, and used his lips against you clit again. he could tell you loved it, your grinding against his face never ceased. until you started trembling. “a-adam, i’m g-gonna, i-, i…”.

“it’s okay, baby. cum for me”

and with one loud moan, you come undone around his fingers. but he doesn’t stop, continues licking and sucking on you like there’s no tomorrow. his large hands hold you down in place as you body shakes under him. “a-adam!” you cry, “adam, please!” your words were cut off by the three of his fingers pushing into you at once. “oh f-fuck!” you cry out loud, you were still sensitive from your orgasm. yet, you could still feel the heat of another building up. “i’m gonna c-cum again, baby, i-i’m really c-close” you moan, “ i know” he groaned. “i want you to cum on my face”. just idea was enough to make you moan out loud. your grip on the pillows go tighter and vision got hazier.

“‘m cumming!” you cry, as your orgasm ripples through your body. adam pulls away from you, licking his lips. your heart was beating fast and your breathing was heavy. a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead, adam got up, entering the bathroom. you could see his boner through his boxers. when he came back he had a towel in his hands. “legs up, baby” he whispered. you raise your legs that felt like jello up, and he slid the towel under you. next thing you know, he was tying his hair up.

oh?

oh.

“one more, can you take one more?” he asked, you nod weakly, already addicted to the euphoria he brought you. he slid his fingers inside in more time, only two this time and his tongue reached for you clit again. his free hand laying on your lower abdomen, you quickly fell for overstimulation, your clit was throbbing and your pussy was aching for him, you still couldn’t help but grind on his face. his light stubble tickling your sensitive inner thighs. his work on your clit was harsher his time, sucking, and licking everywhere he could, his hand slowly applying pressure on your abdomen it made you feel this way, it just did.

everything was so much faster this time, his fingers kept poking at the one spot that made your knees give out. you saw little black and white dots, and you felt dizzy. his hand kept applying pressure on your lower abdomen and you began clenching around his fingers hard. it felt different this time, it felt like you needed to use the bathroom.

“baby” your voice was panicked.

adam knew this tone, he got what he wanted. “a-adam, n-no, no more, i can’t-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt like you were on cloud nine, you couldn’t think. you just felt him on you. until it was too late.

“i’m gonna-!”

and you squirted all over his face and on the towel. “good girl” he praised. “good girl, you did so well for me”. you were barely able to see him. your pleasure mattered most to him, he would’ve forgotten about his boner, had it not painfully throbbing against the fabric of his boxers. he stood up, yanking off his boxers, his cock slapped against his abs. pre-cum slowly oozing from his slit. he held his cock in his hand stroking it for a second before asking, “can you take me, my love?”

your mouth wasn’t responding as quick as your body, as you found yourself nodding yes before verbally saying it. “speak up, honey” he encouraged. “y-yes, i can” you answer.

he held onto your hips, slowly pushing himself in. his let out a low moan because of how wet you were. despite trying to loosen you up a bit, you still felt tight around him. but it felt so good, you wrapped so deliciously well around him, he couldn’t think for a moment. your hot, velvety walls felt like the type of poison he’d be willing inject himself with. his thrusts were slow and steady, gently trying not to hurt you. he was big, and he knew he was big. he didn’t want to hurt his angel, not one bit.

he was building up and pace, sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder and louder. your moans getting louder as well, he wanted to take it slow with you, he really did. until you began begging “please be rough with me” and to “fuck me, please i want to you fuck me”, and fuck you he will.

he threw your legs over his shoulders and thrusted deeper into, nothing of you moaning each other’s names like it’s the only words you knew. you felt so good around him, so tight.

you gripped the sheets beneath you, almost unable to speak as you felt your next orgasm approaching, you tried to hold on for him, as much as you can, clenching around him hard, almost harder than he can take. “i-if you keep doing t-that i’ll cum” he warns you. “c-can’t help it” you moan. his thrusts get harder, so hard the bed frame was banging against the wall and creaking. you were moaning and whimpering so much it sounded like you were crying, your face was flushed pink, eyebrows furrowed and lips reddened and agape.

adam looked down at your stomach for a split second and he could’ve sworn he’d seen his cock moving inside you. “hurry! i can’t hold on for any longer” but he was mesmerized but what he’d seen to hear you, he thrusted deeper into you which made him miss out loud. “adam” you cry, “that’s it, t-that’s it baby. almost there” he groaned. you couldn’t get any tighter, or at least he thought, you tightened around him one last time before orgasming around him, which triggered his own orgasm.

you both laid there for a moment, it almost felt surreal. if this was a dream then you’d gladly stay asleep.

“did you like it?” adam mumbled, “l-like it?” you stuttered, “i literally can’t breathe” you exclaimed. you both laughed, you were both happy and it didn’t matter were this train was leading - for now you were happy with what you had.

#rainchyna #rated : sweethearts!#wwe headcanons #wwe x reader #wwf headcanon #wwf smut #wwf x reader #wwe edge x reader #wwe edge smut #adam copeland x reader

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wingsofimagery · 1 year

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ෆ Summary: Whose daughter is this and why is she trying to fire Kai and you over chatting at work? ෆ Pairing: Huening Kai x Fem!Reader ෆ Genre: Fluff ෆ Warnings: N/A ෆ Word Count: 496 ෆ A/N: BWAHA Another blue moon has passed, which means another fic from me but a lot shorter. Oops, enjoy~ I wrote this while at work LMAO

You were talking to Kai, when a child came over to boss him around.

“What are you doing?” Her shrill voice asked, causing you to raise an eyebrow at the tone she used with him.

“I-I’m chatting with Miss Y/n here.”

You did not understand why Kai was so scared of her but you noticed his fidgety fingers and the crack in his voice.

“Stop talking to her and get to work!!”

“He does not have to,” you interjected.

Her face was the epitome of appalled. Kai nervously shifted his eyes but did not dare to move. You crossed your arms with a hint of a smirk on your lips.

“How dare you?! I’m telling daddy on you. You are fired once he gets word of this!!”

“I’d love to see you try, love.”

You watched as she ran off yelling for her father. You wondered if Mister Kim really played along with this. As you waited, Kai tried to say something but you held your hand up to stop him from doing so. Instead, your hand went up to ruffle his hair and play with it. He stayed seated while closing his eyes to enjoy the short-lived comfort.

As the young girl returned, she had a triumphant smile while her father looked nervously at me.

“Daddy, you should fire them both! They were not doing their jobs and were just chatting.”

“Darling, I can’t do that,” her father tried to reason with her but it only resulted in a frown on her face.

She stomped her foot, “why not? You always fired people who don’t do their jobs. You always tell me how good I am at finding people who don’t do their jobs!!”

“Yes, my love and you did a wonderful job but this is the head’s daughter. She has more power than daddy. She can fire daddy whenever,” he laughed as he rubbed his sweaty hands together.

The girl was flabbergasted. She did not know your identity and now she had put her dad in the danger zone of being fired.

You released the tension in your expression with a boisterous laugh. Your arms wrapped around Kai’s neck as you muffled your laughter with his body.

“Mister Kim has never actually fired anyone, if that’s what you were wondering,” Kai explained to you and you nodded your head in reply.

“Mister Kim, please return to your position. Take your daughter along with you and give her a praise, she’s working hard for this company. Just a bit too strict. Sweetheart, learn to be a bit lenient, alright? Maybe there will be a position for you here in this company in the future.”

The little girl, despite adorning a bright blush on her cheeks, nodded her head and saluted you before following her father back to his office. Kai sighed while you frowned.

"Why were you so scared of a little girl?"

"I-I was not!"

"Suuuuure, love," you pecked his cheek, "whatever you say."

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bisexualnathanyoung · 1 year

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Oops

Pairing: Nathan & Mel

Word Count: 917

Warnings: Just a little bit of violence and some sexual humor

So in my main big fic, I wrote Nathan grabbing her from behind, and she just kind of yelps, but Nathan isn’t necessarily known for being quiet, so in that moment I’m just going to assume she knew it was him right away. But I was like lmao what if-

Oh, also, this is before they were actually together.

You know when you’re doing a task, and you’re not even necessarily focused on the task, you’re so in your own head, and everything’s kind of blurred out?

I was sweeping the floor, but I was also in a non-flashback kind of trance, thinking about everything I’d done and witnessed and had done to me to get me precisely where I was. Just your casual brain blast of dead bodies and abuse but also laughing with your friends and hugging your mum.

When you’re performing a task that’s so fucking boring that your brain has no choice but to think of anything else, and if you’re unlucky, it’ll think of everything else.

So I was bent over, smacking the wall with this fucking broom trying to get the dirt out from under this bench in the community centre, but my brain couldn’t have been less focused.

As I stood back up, I felt a pair of arms go around me, and I screamed, and threw my head and elbows back behind me. I undoubtedly smacked them with the broom as well as it stayed in my hands. Whoever had grabbed me let go; I stomped on their foot and ran.

I was halfway down the corridor but not quite to the other door when I stopped. I realized my hands were glowing but hadn’t let off any sparks. I also realized I was still holding on to that broom.

My heart was still racing as my senses decided to come back. All I heard was Alisha laughing.

I slowly walked back over to where I was. I peeked around the corner.

My hands stopped glowing when I saw Nathan curled up in the fetal position on the floor.

… Oops…

I ran back in there.

He threw his arms in front of his face as I approached him, “Ah! don’t hit me!”

“I am a small woman that lives in a high crime area! What did you think was going to happen, tryin to grab me like that?” I said to him.

“I don’t know,” he responded. When he moved his arms, I noticed his lip was bleeding.

I sighed and sat down next to him, “I’m sorry.”

He sat up, “what are those boots made of? Bricks?.. I mean,” he dusted off his shoulders, “I’m fine. I’m good. Not a scratch.”

“Shit,” I said, “fuck. I could’ve broken your toe.”

I pulled his shoe and sock, and he wiggled his toes. They were kind of red.

“Nothing looks broken,” I said, “can you bend your toes? Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded, “I’m fine.”

I started to lift his shirt up to see if I’d hurt anything else.

“Hey!” he said with a small jump, “you assault me and now you’re tryna get a look at the goods?”

I let go of his shirt, “sorry. Should’ve asked. I’m just trying to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”

A small smirk appeared on his face, “you never have to ask to take off my clothes, dear.”

I rolled my eyes, but mainly ignored him while I lifted his shirt up again.

I poked at his ribs, “does that hurt?”

“A little,” he said and pouted.

I sat back on my heels, “I’ll get you some ice.”

“Maybe it’d help if you kissed it better?” he said with another pout.

I sighed and shook my head, but then I leaned over and left two small kisses on each side of his rib cage. When I sat back up, he looked like he was trying to suppress a smile. He almost looked embarrassed. I didn’t know it was possible for him to be embarrassed.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he said.

I shrugged, “whatever helps.”

“What about up here?” he asked and poked his lip out.

“I ain’t tastin’ your blood,” I responded and stood up.

“Oh, but I’d love to taste yours,” he responded with a smirk.

I gave him a genuine look of disgust, “ew.”

“You’d enjoy it,” he said before putting two fingers in front of his mouth and sticking his tongue between them and making a noise sounding something like an “ehg.”

I blinked and kept my look of disgust, though turning from less disgust and more to disapproval.

“Do you want a black eye to go with that busted lip?” I asked, sounding more sarcastic than hostile.

“Nah,” he replied, “that’s a bit too kinky for my taste.”

I ran my hand over my face, “I’m going to get the fucking ice.”

“The fucking ice?” he said, “oh like when girls-”

“Shut up!” I cut him off.

He grinned. I was beginning to think he was proud of himself every time he managed to rile me up a bit.

I went and got the ice from the kitchen and came back.

I handed him a bag of ice with a paper towel and another paper towel for his lip.

“Thank yooooou,” he said.

“You’re lucky I didn’t electrocute your arse,” I responded, not wanting to give in to the fact that I thought he was kind of adorable.

“Specifically my arse?” he said, “alright, dominatrix.” I gave him another side-eye.

Kelly joined us in the main area after leaving the locker room. “The fuck’d happen to him?” She asked.

“She did,” Nathan answered.

“Oh, did he finally grab your arse like he thinks about every single day?” She asked me.

“Those thoughts were private!” he butted in before I could answer.

#idk what i care to tag this as because all the tag systems are broken anyway #nathan young #nathan young x oc #my writing #oc; melanie albright #one day i'll organize my tags #not today

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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*Spoilers for anyone else reading also a slight language warning*

I FINALLY FUCKING DID ITTTTTTT!!!!!!!! I FINISHED BOOK 3!!!!!

Oh man, that was fun but annoying, especially Azul's boss battle he took forever! I really like Azul, Jade, and Floyd. I'm not quite sure who my favorite of the three is! I love them all so much! I couldn't stop giggling like an idiot when everyone was looking at the picture after the boss battle. The overblot voices are so cool, and Azul was no exception. I kinda feel bad for the poor guy. No one deserves to be bullied. (He's still a lovable little shit though lol)

I really like their suits when they are working in the lounge! I also really like their underwater forms! Not to mention just how cool Azul looks in overblot form!

But why was Micky Mouse in my mirror lmao (rhetorical question)?

Now, for the real question since I always ask something: you obviously really like Azul, so who is your second favorite?

OMg!!!! WHWQHAHWHWHWH!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED OMG IM BUCKLING UP RN WHEHHWHEWHEHWH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

overblot azul took me so long to beat too but isn't he just GORGEOUS??? i wish we got to see his merform without the near death experience :((( i would really like a coral sea event but even though i know azul wouldn't be inclined to show that side of him regardless. but yes, the leech twins are beautiful in their merforms. i'm so curious about how their fins and skin feels, with the mucus. it might not be a good idea to touch though since moray eels can be toxic.

azul's been through some tough shit but he came out the other end stronger and smarter, for better or for worse. on one hand, he's a powerful & influential person, which is everything he wanted to be when he was younger. he proved his bullies wrong. he stomped on them with foot and said "HAHA BITCHES WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!!!!" but that's also really bad sometimes because all of that drove him to overblot. he spends all of his time working and working and working because thats all he is. if he doesn't have power he's nobody. of course this isn't true by a long shot. azul is the dork that likes collecting coins. he's the boy that's so close with his family and greatly treasures them. he's the boy that played piano in the band he had with his childhood friends. he's the boy that can sing really well and has an amazing eye for business opportunities. azul ashengrotto is a person without his power, but he feels that's all he has to lean on.

ANYWAYS.....MICKEY MOUSE. i may be stupid but i have no idea why he's showing up. i just kinda rolled with it.

I LOVE AZUL I WOULD GIVE HIM MY SOUL IF HE SANG ONE PRETTY NOTE FOR ME I WOULD THROW MYSELF AT HIS FEET IF HE NEEDED HIS SHOES SHINED I WOULD LAY MY JACKET IN A PUDDLE IF IT MEANT HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO CHANGE HIS COURSE OR GET HIS SHOES WET!!!!! second fav though would be jade, he's also a dork and i think he's really silly. the leech twins never really scared me that much? i think the most intimidating thing about them is their height tbh.

jade single handedly dragged me into researching edible plants (for the harveston event) and got me into watching mushroom documentaries, which eventually got me into the science of mycorrhiza (a symbiotic relationship between orchids, one of my favorite flowers, and mushrooms) so he's taught me like half a bio degree i think /J

also jade's one of those characters that is just gorgeous. there's no explanation for it, he's so just so ethereal. its unhinged. hes so weird. he also played the contrabass when in that band w azul and in the harveston event he talks about having a knack for woodwinds which i FREAKED OUT upon hearing because i play the FLUTE and i was SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!

i am so sorry i talked your ear off HELP ME

#🐚! cole #asks <3 #twst spoilers #auburn's rambles <3

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horce-divorce · 2 months

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I know I keep saying I'm jumping ship but I gotta be real w you all, tumblr being simply no more or less trustworthy than any other big platform rn... kinda is what it is. and I do still prefer the UI/posting format/culture to anything else I can find. And as jv has said, the other, smaller/better/more privacy oriented platforms can't do much more to protect your posts, either. that's kind of on us at this point (as artists, i mean, to run your pics thru Glaze and uh. The other thing before posting). I do think cohost and pillowfort seem like hopeful alternatives, especially as homes for NSFW and in terms of better moderation. I do hope I see more people go over to those places, too. And im loving the idea to opt in to the AI scrape with stuff that will poison the data, even if it does shoot us in the foot long term. Please u guys it would be so so funny.

Since we know the midjourney deal will keep the site up for at least another year, I'm thinking I'll probably keep tumblr as home for my longer form posts and maybe even photography for the time being... and probably for the more frequent car life updates. Most of our followers are already either here or on, unfortunately, Insta, and that's certainly no place for art and long form blog posts. I see no point in going to WordPress now of all times, considering it's the same parent company/CEO/same issues. What else is there to do, short of hosting my own blog on my neocities? (Something I'm actually working on anyway!)

I will continue to voice my displeasure even as my mangy little claws cling to the last tip of the mast as this ship goes down, but all things considered, I think I wouldn't be hurting anyone but myself if I left tumblr now. If I was here merely for entertainment purposes I would quit in solidarity, but I'm not, my life and my boyfriend's life both depend on being seen right now.

So yeah that's all. Don't mind me kicking stomping whining about matt and whatever else, thats just the usual lmao <3

#me #just tumblr things

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halloweensuittruffles · 2 years

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First spin outcome of my fic wheel spin I did!! This’ll be a fun challenge I’ll be trying And who knows one of these fics might be one someone has always wanted lmao

Zebruh♠️?♦️?❤️?Reader: Sleepover AYEE

You were making your way to the indigo troll’s hive. He insisted on picking you up and carrying you there himself or riding his hover board again but you protested. You were fine walking- you had a small backpack with you that had all the fun sleepover supplies! Blankets, pillows, s’mores materials, flashlights, nail polish, and the only thing you could find of sour gummy honeybeasts (or sour gummy bears)

Finally arriving you rung the doorbell waiting for an answer. To your surprise Zebruh’s large hotheaded Lusus answered the door. You awkwardly waved at it, sense your interactions weren’t entirely pleasant.

The zebra snorted at you and simply trotted away from the door allowing you inside. Hey that’s better then getting stomped on..

And you stepped a single foot inside the door frame you were immediately grabbed into a hug by Zebruh

“♦️❤️♦️There you are!!! I worried a giant purrbeast ate you up or something!!!♦️❤️♦️”

Was he crying? Or just sounding emotional? It was hard to tell but you sighed some gently papping him on the head

“I’m fine Zeb I’m fine! Nothing tried to eat me-“

Good lord he was smothering…..and not in a nice way….the indigo did not let you go out of his hug despite your reassurance.

“Zeb- you’re gonna crush my bag!” You blabbed which seemed to get him off of you

“Bag? What’s in there?” He questioned poking at the top zipper

“Stuff for our sleep over dummy-“

“…sleep….over?” Zebruh’s face seemed to pause in thought

“Yea! You ever had one before?”

“♠️Well, can’t say I have, never had a partner to share that experience with♠️”

“You don’t need a quadrant to have a sleepover dumbass”

You rolled your eyes playfully taking your bag upstairs. You stared in a lil disbelief that your feelings jam pile hadn’t been cleaned or changed the last time you visited- it’s a lil concerning.

But past that you laid out all you brought on the floor then went to go back down stairs again. Zebruh was confusingly following you back and forth down and up the stairs. When it seemed you staying in the kitchen for a while he finally asked

“♦️What are you even doing dear..??♦️”

“Well right now I’m making s’mores! Wanna try it?”

“S’mores-??”

“Just lemme show you”

You sighed gently opening the bag of marshmallows you brought

You gently took Zebruh’s hands in yours to show him to which a grin formed on his face

“❤️❤️My my how forward~❤️❤️”

“Look so you take the marshmallow, and put it on the skewer,” you say doing the action

“Then you put it over the oven fire!”

“♦️Why am I doing this??♦️”

“To make a s’more!” You encouraged “gotta get the marshmallow all toasty brown!”

Zebruh still looked confused but held his end of the skewer over the flame anyway. He spun it some with your help and soon enough you both had two nice toasted mellows!

“Ok then you take this gram cracker, and a bit of chocolate, and put it together like a sandwich!”

“♠️♠️ew…is it supposed to be this texture-♠️♠️”

“Uh- yea- it’s a toasted marshmallow it’s supposed to be gooey!”

After a few attempts Zebruh was able to put all three items together and looked rather proud of himself

“♠️❤️Ha! There, I did it all myself❤️♠️”

“Sure you did-“ You snorted some “Just eat it already-“

As you said that you took a bite of your own s’more. So fucking good!! You missed these.

While you were eating though the indigo next to you was staring at you. His cheeks had an indigo tint to them and that made your thinkpan- brain- whatever go so many different places, he had been hinting like- 30 different emotions already tonight what is it now-

“❤️♦️♠️You got a lil something♠️♦️❤️”Zebruh gingerly reached his thumb over to your face and wiped some chocolate off your chin

“Oh” you muffled between chewing some

“Thank you”

And then he just went back to grinning like a dumbass at you as you continued to eat. Damn he’s not the best at sleepovers huh.

#hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #fanfic #x reader #zebruh codakk #zebruh x reader #matesprits #moirallegiance #kismessitude #i guess this is just Zebruh in every quad at once??#makes sense for him lol #but still surprised this was my first spin lol #wheel decide like Zebruh ig #I’ll hope to make more soon!!#my requests are still open I’m just doing these in between!

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narrators-journal · 7 months

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Sexual healing

I hope this has enough spanking in it, I’m never too sure how to make spanking HOT enough lol. I at least had a fun time writing it? I know it’s not particularly LOVING, but tbh I always got the vibe from Machi that she was a lesbian, so I mayyyy have made a colder bitch than Illumi lmao. Other than that, just another Ao3 ask!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober Masterlist: Here

CW: Spanking, Hisoka gets pegged, handcuffs are included. I may not have focused on the prompt, but it is spicy regardless!

Feitan and Uvogin? Healed. Dinner? Had. The members of the phantom troupe? Accounted for, and in one piece. All around, Machi Komacine considered her night free to herself. After all, her usual thorns in the side were either drunkenly passed out, or dealt with after that day’s mission. Plus! Hisoka Morrow, the painted, colorful bastard, wasn’t included in this job! She was free of him and his mind games.

So, taking down her light pink hair from its usual fluffy ponytail, Machi slipped into her sleeping bag, letting out a content sigh when the blissful comfort of a mattress seemed to turn her bones into jelly. After so long af sleeping in abandoned buildings or stolen cars, the healer didn’t care about the creaky, cheap mattress. It was a mattress.

Yet, an early bedtime wasn’t in the cards. Judging from the sickly familiar pattern of knocks at her door. Grimacing, the healer rolled over so that her back was to the door. Firmly ignoring it, only for the bastard to sing, “Macha~ Be a dear and let me in~”

So, with a mix of a sigh and a groan, Machi unzipped her sleeping bag and basically threw herself from the cheap hotel bed to stomp over and rip the door nearly off the hinges. “What the fuck do you want, Morrow? Why are you even here?” She spat, sapphire eyes narrowing darkly as she glared into those snake-yellow, smug eyes staring down at her. “I missed you! So, I came to find you.” Was the sappy response Hisoka gave, batting his lashes at her, jesus christ she’d kill for lashes that thick, and playing sweet. But, the sugar made Machi’s stomach churn. “Fuck off.” she spat again, trying to slam the door in the clown’s face. However, he was quicker, and got his foot in the door before she could entirely shut him out. ”Oh come on, Machi! Let me in, I’ll make my visit quick.” He promised, unbothered by the woman throwing her weight into the door to try and force his foot out of the way. Until, finally, she gave another groan and just caved, going back to the bed to pack up her sleeping bag. And, when she turned around, sure enough, the tall psychopath had followed her in.

The silence of his movements brought a shudder, but the healer bottled it up, knowing that any sign of how much Hisoka scared her would draw out whatever game he wanted to play, or demand he had for her. So, she turned her attention to tying her long hair back into its usual style. “Alright. What do you need sewn up.” She said coolly, ignoring how close he was to trapping her between the bed and his well-muscled body as she walked over to her duffle bag to dig out the pin cushion she kept her needles in. Making a conscious choice to crouch down instead of bend when she did. “Nothing,” He hummed, his syrupy tone dropped in favor of a more bored one. A glance over her shoulder revealing that the clown had gone from flirtatious, to more casual. Which, only meant one thing. “God damn it, Hisoka. Don’t you have a boytoy or something?! Some poor bitch you’ve baby trapped?” She snapped, standing up to glare at him again, her hands on her hips like an annoyed mother. Yet, her harsh tone didn’t seem to phase the pink-haired man, barely getting him to lift his yellow eyes from some mystery stain on his outfit. “No, everyone else is so boring. And Illumi said that if I try to bargain for sex a second time, he’d put a needle in my urethra.” He sighed, pouting at her like he wanted her sympathy for that.

Which, Machi did show. After all, while the phantom troupe were a ballsy pack of villains, even they were scared of crossing the Zoldyck family. And, personally, Illumi Zoldyck was Machi’s personal nightmare. With bottomless, soulless pits for eyes, suffocating nen that he used for a terrifying ability, and such a clinical, almost robotic personality, Machi would sooner face the devil than that man.

Though, on some level, maybe the devil was a far more likely encounter than people normally had. After all, he currently sat on her bed, giving her puppy dog eyes.

So, with a long sigh, Machi pinched the bridge of her nose, gritting her teeth in pure annoyance. “Fine. But I’m gagging you.” She told the tall man, getting a thousand watt smile that would’ve been charming if it was from anyone else. But, that aside, the healer simply turned back to her dufflebag to fish out some handcuffs, ball gag, and a vibrantly purple strap on that she kept for a more desirable partner.

By the time she turned back to Hisoka, he was already naked. His vest and pants were torn off as if he was some bachelorette stripper rather than a murderous psycho, but she didn’t bother questioning his speed or skill with stripping down. “Get on the bed. Face down, and put your hands out like usual.” she ordered, watching the scarred man eagerly climb onto the cheap, creaky bed, his ass already in the air. Machi coming over to cuff his wrists together once he was in position. “Open.” she added, a little perturbed by how readily Hisoka opened his mouth to let her put the thick rubber ball in his mouth and secure it around his head. Or, maybe it was the glitter of lust sparkling in his yellow eyes, either way, she didn’t know how to feel.

Regardless of that, though, she just went about the usual steps of their ‘hook ups’, as Hisoka called these meetings. Strolling down to the foot of the bed to kick off her sleep shorts and pull on the base of her sex toy, ensuring the silicone dildo was secure before moving to stand behind him, staring down at the round rump eagerly awaiting whatever she was going to do.

It wasn’t a surprise that Hisoka was so horny for whatever sex he could get, but it still somewhat annoyed the healer that he was so okay with being pegged, and, even after her setting such a firm rule on that being her only form of sexual contact with him, him asking for it.

"You really need to find someone else to 'scratch your itch'." Machi huffed, slapping the homicidal clown's ass, knowing well enough that he couldn't answer through the gag she'd tied in his mouth. "Like a prostitute."

Despite her complaints, though, the woman gave another slap to Hisoka's ass. At least enjoying the chance to cause the annoying bastard some pain for all of the healing he demands of her, and his general flirty pestering. If he got some sense of pleasure out of her strikes, that was up to him, but for her, the sight of the powerful man on his belly, handcuffed to the bed posts with a ball gag keeping him silent was more cathartic than arousing. But, if it kept him from dragging himself to her for free healing, she was willing to tolerate his sexual appetite.

So, she grabbed the bottle of lube and stroked a thin layer of it onto the pink silicone strap on she wore. Then, she simply lined herself up and pushed into Hisoka, thanking whatever god there was that he had been gagged when he let out a pornographic moan.

But, she ignored his theatrics and simply grabbed onto his hips when he pushed back against her and began moving. Tuning out each lustful noise and letting the pink-haired man push his ass back to meet her thrusts eagerly, only focusing on humping into him and pacing herself. After all, the last time she’d rushed one of their ‘hook up’, Hisoka had whined and purposely increased her work load to spite her. So, she made sure her thrusts alternated between slow, deep movements, and quicker ones.

Plunging the pink toy into Hisoka, clawing into his scarred skin, and sprinkling in a few harsh slaps to the meat of his ass, Machi still found no pleasure in her companion, but she did feel a small seed of pride and power sprout in her chest. After all, while Hisoka Morrow was far too annoying and deranged for her to consider dating him, he was still insanely powerful. He almost never stopped training and pushing himself, which the pink-haired woman would’ve respected far more if he wasn’t so...indescriminate with that drive. So, while she did hold a bit of respect for his fighting abilities, and maybe a little for his sadistic joy, there were simply too many factors for the woman to get more than an ego boost out of the sexual aspect of their meetings.

Finally pulling herself out of that rabbit hole, Machi let out a slow breath and focused back in on the man she had tied down on the hotel bed. Noting his dishevelled pink hair, sweat-beaded skin, and muffled, needy moans as she lifted her hand and landed another severe blow to his, surely sore by that point, ass again, getting a more emphatic moan in response. Which, she took as a good sign and switched to a faster pace. The mulling over of Hisoka’s ambiguous, confusing signals could be pushed off for the time being. For now, she focused on the joy she got out of leaving an angry patch of red on the scarred man’s ass as she fucked him.

#Hunter x hunter #Hisoka x Machi #hxh #kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #Hisoka Morrow #Machi #prompt #Ao3 ask #spicy #lemon #not sfw

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