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kaerumi · 10 months

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Hello dear, I was wondering if you can do some yandere for the very infamous OP men shanks, mihawk,ace,and sabo with normal y/n who's younger than them in separate senariors..

Y/N traits : innocent, sweetheart, warm personality, enchanted beauty with extremely cutie pie face and amazing warm and calm voice that melts the snow from its sweetness it's make anyone feel at ease only by hearing it , it's one of the most reasons why those men had gone insane over her ,why they want to possess her at any cost .

TY and have a good day ☺️.

TW/CW: Yandere, Age gap is up to 3 years, obsession, implied murder, implied poisoning, mention of murder & arson, manipulation (for Sabo)

Notes: I'll be honest I have no clue how to do an innocent reader. And it's gonna be GN Sorry I don't particularly do Female readers Also sorry for not writing in so long :^

Shanks

Shanks was a popular Model, he can flirt with anyone without hesitation.

Then there was you, you weren't popular at all. When he saw you he felt the urge to just... Take you.

He felt jealous of the guys around you that soaked in your attention, in your voice and innocence and especially your beauty.

He just needed it. Needed you.

Eventually he started obsessing over you trying to find every photo there was of you, eventually it got worse

Just hope for both your innocence and sanity you don't meet him.

Until you did.

And suddenly you started to notice people around you get killed, you somehow trusted the red bloody haired man with your safety.

"You'll be fine I'm here after all! All you need is me sweetheart."

After all what did you know?

You're innocent after all

And that's what made Shanks' job of getting you to be his more easier.

Mihawk

Mihawk was a famous swordsman and you were always interested in swords so naturally you took interest in Mihawk.

Unfortunately he took a interest in you as well.

You ended always staying behind the classes because of how much trouble you had with sword, you'd have small conversations with Mihawk.

Slowly Mihawk started to know everything about you and wrote of it down in a notebook that was always locked in a case.

When someone annoyed you too much or confessed to you they suddenly would fall ill and be unable to attend.

Due to Mihawk naturally being cold people didn't notice anything different about him and you didn't know better.

Though you slowly started to blame yourself because people around you would get ill and naturally they ended up dying to the illness.

"My dear... It's not your fault, they naturally fell ill. It is not your fault and anyone who is saying such things is a horrible person who is just jealous. It is unfortunate they fell ill yes but there was nothing you could do. My dear..."

You never knew why they fell ill, and you may never know.

Maybe it's better if you never did anyways.

Ace

Ace was Ace, he's a popular play boy in the town but all he did was flirt and play with hearts.

That was before you came along.

He knew he needed you once first meeting your eyes.

You were most certainly more cuter than anyone else's hearts he's played with.

He wasn't gonna break your heart, no. He could never, he was gonna make sure he was the only one in your heart not matter what he had to do.

He would do whatever you wanted to do or needed.

He'd gladly kill with no hesitation.

Want him to stab that guy who catcalled you? Done.

Want him to burn down a place that has bad memories? Done before you could mention it.

No one went near Ace when the missing people news started getting known, knowing how cold he got when it came to that, they tried to warn you how cold he could be.

You always laugh it off and hang out with him anyways.

He'd act like nothing was happening.

Why read the news when you already know it before anyone else?

You wake up from your nap when you started hearing the news "Mmmh?" Ace turns off the Tv "Don't worry about it my love just go back to sleep."

Sabo

Sabo was the second in command of a powerful business.

Once you joined everything changed.

However unlike the other three Sabo wouldn't kill, no. Sabo wouldn't want his hand or gloves dirty and blood stains too.

Sabo would figure out your favorite things to do and food and everything and give it all to you.

He'd spoil you with everything you'd ever wanted.

He'd help you with a lot of things

He sublely manipulates you into being dependent on him and him alone.

No one would dare go near you if they cared for their job or reputation.

No one went near Sabo either, Sabo didn't mind this, it just meant he could give all his attention to you.

He tested it once day by hiding on purpose.

When you realized Sabo wasn't there you got really nervous and got a bit upset, until Sabo popped

up and helped you again which you immediately calmed down when he did.

Sabo smiled at you, he was glad that his plan was working and working well.

"Please don't leave me alone..." "I promise I won't ever again my angel..." "Thank you Sabo." "Anything for you. My sweet Angel."

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader word count: 2543 warnings: fluff, smut, a lil angst, dom!kook, dirty talk, explicit language, vaginal sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, wall sex, marking, jealous!kook, bff!kook AO3 A/N: request - Hi!! Can i request one where reader is jungkook's bff and he get's jealous of taehyung flirting with her and jk takes her home and fucks th shit out of her? Lol i love possessive jk sORRY, thankss💕 Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

It wasn't like Jungkook was jealous or something, he just didn't like when you paid more attention to his friends than to him.

Especially if said friend was Taehyung. And when it happens right in front of him. Like right now!

Jungkook was laying in his bed, trying for all the world to concentrate on finishing his homework while the Taehyung was blatantly flirting with you and you responded with your giggles, red cheeks, and biting your bottom lip.

It was really fucking annoying.

Jungkook had every right to be angry at this, didn't he? After all, the two of you had best friends since you were babies. You grew up together, spending every moment together either being generally messing around or having sleepovers and nothing could separate the two of you.

Not even high school, when that started and the both of you went your separate ways, him being more of an athelic kind of guy and you being more of a bookworm, you still managed to spend time together - even if sometimes it mainly consisted of him helping you pass P.E. and you helping him study.

The two of you always tried to keep your friendship intact, even after the time where he kissed you when he was fourteen - the two of you had finished your homework and were just laying your bed as you kept talking about a crush you had on some dude and that he had invited you out but you kept freaking out because well, what if the guy was expecting something?

After what felt like forever of that Jungkook just couldn't take it anymore and crashed your lips together. The kiss was slow, gentle and short, as he pulled away he took notice of your expression - wide eyes shocked, red cheeks, biting your bottom lip - Jungkook really liked that look on you. He couldn't stop thinking that if this was how you looked after a simple kiss, how would you look after he had made you cum - he was a teenager, he couldn't help himself.

After the shock passed however you grabbed your notebook and repeatedly hit him in the arm with it because he had just stolen your first kiss.

He didn't regret what he did - not that he would ever admit it - but he always thought that you did because you never talked about that night - but he still had to hear about your disastrous date with the guy.

When college rolled around everything the same, him busy with his film studies and you with your literature and creative writing, he had made new friends along the way and so had you but at the end of the day, the two always made sure that you had enough time to spend with each other.

Even when it came to dating. Jungkook had a line of girls waiting patiently to have a chance with - and he wasn't going to lie and say that he hadn't taken advantage of that just to get some sort of release - but he knew those girls were only there for the night while you were the one that stayed, no matter what.

Maybe that's why this entire situation with Taehyung was pissing him off so much. The two of you had a history together and maybe he was scared that you would forget about him if you started visiting him just to spend time with one of his friends…

He also had a feeling that Tae was doing it on purpose. His evidence? The older boy started to flirt with you after Jungkook had drunkenly admitted that he found you hot, before that you were just 'Jungkook's friend'. The reason why he was drunk? Well, you had canceled on game-night because of a date and Jimin and Taehyung didn't have a better solution after watching him mope around the room.

Or maybe he was just being paranoid.

"I honestly don't understand why every date I go on always ends up the same." you said with a sigh, pulling him out of thoughts.

Tae put a hand on your thigh, softly caressing it, and Jungkook could feel his anger rising at it. "It's okay baby. You're so beautiful and intelligent, that guy's a complete idiot for letting you go."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. Look, if a guy doesn't want to see you again because you didn't blow him on the first date then he's a fucking moron." he took your face in his hands, putting a few strands of hair behind your ear, and if Jungkook wasn't seeing red before he most definitely was now. "You're smart, beautiful, you fight for what you believe, and whenever the world gives you shit you keep your head held high and do whatever to prove it wrong."

You felt your cheeks reddening at his words as Jungkook kept staring daggers at his elder.

"Listen, why don't I take you out on a date when we're both free? You deserve to spend so quality time with someone that appreciates everything about you."

Taehyung was dead. Jungkook was going to kill him. Even you were shocked by his words, you just kept gaping like a fish.

Before you had a chance to pull yourself together and give him an answer, Jungkook got up from his bed and was next to you in a second. "You know what? It's getting late and it's best if I drop you off at your dorm." he didn't even try to hide the angry tone in his voice.

"O-oh, hum, okay I guess…" you started packing your things, confused by your best friend's actions. Had you done something wrong?

As you walked towards your friend, how was by the door waiting for you, you waved at Taehyung and promising to text him once you reached your decision. And he winked at you which, of course, left you flustered, and made Jungkook angrier than he already was.

Slamming the door, hard enough it could almost break it, and started walking in hurried steps, you behind trying to match his pace.

"Jungkook are you okay?"

"Peachy." he spat, gripping onto your wrist and pulling you along with him.

"Jungkook, what's wrong with you?" you were trying to pull your wrist away from his firm grip but it was proving to be impossible. "Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm fine!" he shouted, making you shrink at his loud angry tone. At the sight of your wide eyes filled with fear, Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I just… need a moment to think things through."

You nodded and continue walking towards your dorm, taking his hand in yours. He had shouted at you. He had done something that he tried to never do to you and still, you were completely understanding and didn't force him to share, knowing that he would once he felt comfortable enough. And he loved that about you.

The entire walk was made in silence, He felt guilty for what he had done to you but he just couldn't help himself, even if that didn't serve as an excuse. He was just so fucking annoyed at what his friend had done.

The walk was supposed to help calm his overactive mind but instead, it only intensified his thoughts and anger - he couldn't stop thinking of Taehyung touching you, kissing you, calling you his - unintentionally Jungkook's hold on your hand tighten.

He doesn't think he would survive having to see that.

When the two of you arrived at your dorm room you opened the door and pulled him with you before closing it behind him. Your roommate wasn't around, it was just the two of you in the room.

"Now that we're alone, do you mind telling me what's on your mind?" you sounded concerned and he couldn't blame you. The silence was broken by the sound of a text, coming from your phone which you checked almost immediately. "Oh, it's from Taehyung."

At the mention of the other boy's name, Jungkook let out a groan, taking your phone and throwing it on the couch. Before you had a chance to say anything however, he takes hold of your waist and crashes your lips in a harsh, heated kiss.

Devouring your lips like it was his last meal, he takes steps forward to press you against the wall, taking both of your wrists and holding them above you with one hand as the other kept a firm grip on your waist.

Separating for breath, Jungkook leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses of your jaw and neck. You tipped your head back to give him better access.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to see everything Tae did to you and not being able to do anything about it?" he started nipping and sucking at the juncture of your neck, the moans he pulled from your lips and marks he left on you making his cock harden at the thought of everyone knowing that you belonged to him.

"J-Jungkook."

The hand that had been on waist went under your shirt and cupped one of your breasts, switching between fondling it and pitching the nipple, before doing the same to the other one. "Do you know how much I had to control myself and not punch every guy that dared to touch you?"

Suddenly he pulled away from you, wanting to see if you wanted him to continue or to leave, and took note of your appearance - pants leaving your bruised lips, neck filled with his mark, thighs pressing together, lust-filled eyes blown wide - it was all he ever expected and more. "You can't even imagine how many nights I thought of you like this, all for me."

He cupped your face and kissed you, slowly and gently. "If you want me to stop, tell me now because once I start, I'm not gonna stop."

You stared at him for a while before pulling him by the shirt and smashing your lips together. Jungkook wastes no time in urging your mouth open with his tongue which you allow without any resistance, engaging in a dance he easily dominates, swallowing every sound that left you.

He made quick work of discarding you of your clothes, throwing them somewhere behind and leaving you in just your bra and panties, before doing the same himself.

Falling to his knees, he focused on your clothed center, tugging the damp fabric to the side and coming face to face with your dripping heat. Jungkook places one of your thighs over his shoulder and then uses the flat of his tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit.

A soft moan of his name leaves your lips, making his already hardening cock even harder with the fact he was the one making you like this. He moans as he savors the taste of your wetness and buries his face even further between your thighs, making you gasp for air as he brushed the tip of his nose against your clit with every flick of his tongue.

Separating from your heat he inserted two fingers into you, curling them with precision against your sweet spot, making you arch your back and let out a moan of his name louder than you intended.

"That's right baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

"P-Please Jungkook, I-I'm-" a moan escaped you as you felt his lips sucking your clit as fingers kept bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You were so close you could almost taste it.

"Cum for me, cum all over my face." that was all it took for the knot to break, you loudly screamed his name as pleasure washed over you. You leaned against the wall, regaining your breath as Jungkook watched you hungrily as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Pulling your ruined panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere, doing the same with your bra and his underwear. At the image of you bare for him one of his hands found purchase in your chest, fondling it as he kissed and marked your chest.

"I'm not finished yet baby. By the time I'm done, you and everyone else will know who you belong to."

"Jungkook, please," you whined. "Please fuck me."

He cursed under his breath at your desperation, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as he positioned himself at your entrance.

You held your breath as he slid into you, both letting out moans once he bottomed out. You never felt so full in your life.

With a firm grip on your thigh, Jungkook slowly moved his hips back until only his tip remained inside before slamming into you. You arched your back and let out a scream at the sensation as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Louder baby, I want everyone to know who's fucking you this good." his hips moved faster, his grip on you tight enough that you were sure it left bruises. "Let everyone know who owns this sluty cunt."

You could feel every inch of him inside of you, each flush of his pelvis against yours had him hitting your cervix. Each thrust bringing you closer to the end.

"Jungkook, p-please don't stop. I-I'm so c-close." Spurred by your words, Jungkook reached and gripped your other thigh, pulling you closer against him, pinning you between himself and the wall.

He continued to harshly fuck into you, the sound of skin colliding and your loud moans of his name bringing him closer to his own high. His fingers slid down and began to rapidly rub your clit, your head hitting the wall behind you as your nails left crescent marks on his skin.

At the combination of everything, it didn't take long before you were cumming all over him and screaming his name. "That's it baby. Cum all over my cock." his movement becoming sloppier as your walls clenched around him.

He kept slamming against you until you felt his warm release filling you, the sensation almost having you cumming again.

Jungkook held you up like that as you both caught your breath, him still buried inside of you.

Slowly sliding out of you and carefully letting you stand on your own feet, Jungkook took your face in his hands and pecked your lips. "I know it's a little out of order but I would really like to take you out on a date."

You couldn't help the chuckle at seeing him so shy and flustered after what he had done to you. "I'd love to." you kissed him in a slow and gentle manner. "But I think we need a shower first."

He smiled as you started to pull him in the bathroom direction. Finally, you were his and nothing could bring the euphoric feeling he had down. Not even Taehyung asking you out. "By the way, what did Tae wanted?"

"Oh, he wanted to know if you had fucked me already. He had this idea that with the right push he could get you to confess your feelings to me."

Jungkook was going to kill him and then thank him for what he had done.

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itsmealaiah · 21 days

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"Solo"

TW: sub bill, masturbation, cumming on a pillow, profanity, perverted shit, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, sweet-talking, humping, multiple orgasms, mommy kink, sweet aftercare, handjob, riding bill, head (bill rec)

Request: Haii i think it was from @estxkios who did the sub bill imagine so credit to her for this request but can u do bill humping a plushy? Maybe reader comes home early and JS watches as he gets off and starts fingering herself while watching Bill. Sorry if this is long. Bye and ty!

Rating: nsfw down below! warnings are marked

WC: 1.6k

back in action boys

Poor billy who can't even control himself long enough to wait for you to get back from your outings

He's so so desperate for you, the poor little thing. He always gets so needy for you, sometimes for no reason at all.

The erections would happen even when you weren't at home, because all he can think of is you, torturing his cock until it's practically sore.

He was lying on the couch of your shared home, ignoring the tv in the background, as all he could picture was you riding him, blowing him, giving him the best orgasms of his life as he would come for the fifth time, his body aching and sore as his hands were restrained with the cuffs you had put them in.

His cock was already as hard as a rock, and it was so painful, but the images of you wouldn't go away. He envisioned you doing so much to pleasure him, as you would every night.

Every single night, from what he could remember (because his brain turned to mush after the third orgasm) you'd have him tied down, his body straining against the many ropes holding his body to the bed frame.

His erection began to rub against his pants as he snapped out of his daydream, mewling in pain. He meekly moaned your name, not knowing how to handle it without you. You had never given him permission to masturbate by himself, not even once, and he obeyed your commands.

"m-mama" he whimpered, the friction creating a painful sensation in his body. He made his way to the bedroom, his body in pain as he sulked to the room. He tried to drink some water from the bedside table, but that didn't help in the slightest.

He buried his face into your pillow, turning over as he inhaled your scent, his arms wrapping around it. The hard-on rubbed against the sheets, and his face contorted into a frown.

He sat there, wallowing in his own misery, until, he had an idea.

Your scent was on the pillow, and that was close enough to you, so maybe he could try to cum? It was worth a shot, as the erection didn't seem like it was going to go away any time soon.

He shucked his jeans and boxers, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen as he moaned in pain, his red and nerdy cock standing straight up. He grabbed your pillow, and put his dick on it, beginning to move back and forth, creating a sensation that made his mouth gape in pleasure, his eyes swarming with lust.

His hips slowly moved across the pillow, the softness of the object making him feel so good. He envisioned you sucking off his cock instead of the pillow so he had a better chance to cum. It worked perfectly, as his balls began to grow heavy with his seed. He rocked his hips faster, his cock growing softer as his balls slowly filled up even more, his mewls becoming louder.

However, he didn't expect you to be home so soon, listening right against the door, furious at his actions. You knew he was pleasuring himself, and you were pissed. He was explicitly told not to do this, and he disobeyed you.

You opened the door slowly, watching his hips needily rock against the pillow you sleep with, ruining it. You huffed lowly, making sure he couldn't hear you. You watched him, his cock rutting against the pillow, his eyes shut in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer to the edge, his moans increasing in pitch.

He went harder and faster, panting. "m-mama!" he moaned, the sound echoing throughout the room. He began to squirt cum onto your pillow, his hips slowly decreasing in movement as he came, breathing heavily, riding out his high.

He held his hands on the pillow, calming down, still not seeing you in the doorway, your arms crossed in anger. "bill? what do you think you're doing?" you asked, practically seething in rage. He knew you could only give him an orgasm.

His eyes shot open, fear instilling in them. "s-sorry mama, i didn't kn-know you were going to b-be back so soon" he whimpered, his bottom lip beginning to tremble. "You know the rules" you hissed, nearing his body on the bed. "bad boys get punished" you tore off the rest of his remaining clothes, nearly ripping it in the process.

Your clothes were gone from your body very quickly as well, his eyes widened, and he gulped. Your hands pinned him down until one of them left to grab the handcuffs you used for bill. "m-mama please no-not those" he begged, and you grabbed his chin using your hand that was on his chest. You squeezed it roughly, his cheeks squishing together cutely.

You laughed as he writhed beneath you, your hands grabbing his wrists and cuffing them to the bedframe as he cried out, his hands flailing around, trying to escape them. "it-it hurts!" he proclaimed, but you tutted. "that's what bad boys get when they aren't good for their mommies" you smiled, your hand trailing down his stomach to his cock, rubbing it harshly.

"ha-haah!" he squealed, your hand torturing his cock, making him feel the burden of his actions as he moaned wildly. You leaned down, kissing his tip, letting your tongue swirl around it. His hands thrashed against the cuffs, begging to be set free, but you refused, ignoring his pleas.

Your mouth swallowed him, your hands working on what you couldn't fit as he whined and moaned, deep in pleasure. His eyes filled with tears, his tip hitting your throat, his body convulsing.

"s-shit!" he whimpered out. You smiled, your tongue encompassing his cock, rubbing against his shaft. Tears dripped from his eyes, the pleasure too much for his body to handle. He began to shake, his balls heavy with cum, ready to release it into your mouth.

You obliged, you wanted to make him sore. He whined desperately, his wrists becoming red from the force at which he tugged at the handcuffs. You let him rest for only a few seconds, before you began to slide your hips over his cock, teasing it. Your clit hit his tip perfectly, causing you to let out a groan.

"fuckk, only mommy can have this, right sweet boy? Only mommy can use your body?" you asked, your hand caressing his cheek. He nodded rapidly. "mh-mhm! only y-you mommy!" he let out a shaky moan, his eyes still brimming with tears.

"that's my sweet baby boy, i knew you would make mommy happy" you smiled, holding his cock to your entrance. You slid down on it, your walls gripping him tightly, holding onto him. His cock buried itself inside you, your head falling backwards in pleasure.

He never stopped with his pleas, to let him touch you, let him feel you, but each time, you didn't listen. Your torture on his soft cock was well, torture, and he began to cry again, soft tears running down his plump lips.

"p-please mama" he cried softly, your hips grinding down onto his abdomen as he moaned in pleasure filled pain. You only went faster, your pace too much for him to handle, as he spilled inside you. You didn't stop, you simply wanted to make sure he would never disobey you again.

"no-mngh-m-more" he let out a strangled moan, his cock twitching inside you, his stamina decreasing. He didn't even get to relax after the third orgasm, so he was out of breath, drool and tears spilling from his face.

"c'mon, just one more for mommy, then i'll run you a bath" you smiled sweetly, trying to coerce him. "o-okay" You let out a soft moan, feeling yourself going to cum. Your walls gripped his cock once more, and he couldn't take it, his moans going up a pitch. Your head tilted forward, a hand coming to his chest to steady yourself as you released on him.

You pulled off of him slowly, his dick falling limp on his stomach, his balls coated in the white-sticky substance. He was recovering from his multiple orgasms, panting heavily. Your hands unclasped his from the cuffs, his wrists sore and red, making you frown.

You picked him up, his arms wrapping around your neck as you led him to the conjoined bathroom, starting a tub for him, as promised. He whined as he left your arms, wanting to hold you close. He softly sighed as you washed his hair, moaning when you hit that one specific spot.

You washed all the cum off, being careful not to make him actually cum again. You turned off the faucet to the tub, and picked him up out of the water, his body clean. He smiled. "thank you mama" he said shakily, his body sore from the force of his orgasms. "no problem sweet boy" you dried him off with a nearby towel, making sure he was comfortable after. You drained the water out of the tub, and made your way back to the bedroom, his small frame in your arms.

You tucked him in, lying next to him. You kissed him goodnight, rubbing his arm. He held you close, and thanked you again. "of course my good boy, but don't ever disobey me again"

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 months

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Bruised knuckles

request: Obsessed with your Ruhn fics! Can you please maybe do one where he gets jealous on a night out with a reader where he sees a ale button in her and he gets very possessive over his mate and she loves it

a/n: idk what it is about this man that gets me going lately. I don’t understand this.

warning: blood, fighting

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Ruhn didn’t like doing business on nights out. Especially not when you tagged along. Tonight was supposed to be different. He was supposed to take you out. A date night. One that was already long overdue. He had been a shit boyfriend lately. Fuck if he didn’t think he was edging into the territory of an ex at times. So, he had stepped up. Cut down on the time with the boys. Cut his work short just to pick you up from work.

So to say that he had practically burned the phone in his hands when the message pinged. But it was from his sister. Interest conflict. Both were family in different ways. But Ruhn had always dreamed his relationship with Bryce would be different. Better. So denying her felt like burning another bridge. And she rarely asked. “I’ll be real quick," he muttered against the shell of your ear. “And then I will be fully yours all night." A boyish grin on his lips, one that shined brighter than the gentle smile on your face. But you were always gentle. So gentle and sweet. Ruhn knew that he had swung way higher than he could reach when he tried to smitten you the night Dec introduced you to him. “Just do your thing and come back in one piece," you muttered back, leaning in to press a kiss to Ruhn’s lips before pushing him back slightly, nudging his legs back with your heel.

Now Ruhn just wanted to get back. It had been forty minutes since he had left, and if, from the way he had been constantly glancing at his clock, the man didn’t get the message that he was done, he no longer knew what would help his case. When they finally parted ways, Rugh stopped at the bar first. He needed a couple of shots to loosen the tension in his neck. The last thing he wanted was to bring his shit mood to you. He also got you another drink that nearly shattered in Ruhn’s grip when his eyes landed on the private VIP lounge.

There was another man there. Where was his fucking security? Man, he left to look after you. The fuck sure had a death wish with the way he leaned forward. Constantly trying to brush his knuckles over your exposed legs. You didn’t seem interested. If anything, you looked annoyed. The male chatted away as if he was the most interesting thing here. While you sat there with an unamused look on your face, swirling your drink from time to time.

Ruhn shoved the glass at some random girl who was the closest to him as he strolled forward, undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt as he went. “You can touch it if you want," Ruhn’s blood vessels nearly popped at the male's words, the way he flexed his arm in front of you. “Give me a reason to not bash your teeth in,” he growled as he yanked the guy up by his shirt. "Chill, my guy, just rounding chicks up, seeing the vibe," the guy pushed back against Ruhn, laughing. “I’ll show you the vibe," Ruhn growled, his hand coming to the male's hair as he turned to drag him out.

"Ruhn," you called from behind. “Stay there," he growled back, more and more people turning to stare now. He had barely made it outside before his fist collided with the male's jaw. “You ever think," Ruhn hissed, “On coming up to women and rounding chicks up," another blow landed on his jaw, pained grounds echoing. “I will personally find you." Ruhn hissed at the bloody face in front of him. He was seeing red. Even the idea of the smallest sent off this man on you was driving him into overdrive.

The metal door creaked. “Take care of this." Your voice filled the back side of the alley. But Ruhn’s anger only rose higher as the two men who were on watch tonight came into view. “Where were you?” Ruhn growled, yanking one of them by the shirt. “We just..." the man began to say, but Ruhn quickly cut in. “Fired. Both of you," he hissed. Ready to shout when you come into view. Grasping his face. Your long nails digging into his cheeks as you scowled at him.

“Take a fucking breath in," you hissed. Your scent wrapped around him. Calming Ruhn’s mind. You always felt close to him. The mating bond made sure of it. But now… His fingers reached for your hips, pulling you slightly closer. “Popping off like a firecracker," you huffed, pushing his hands back, and making Ruhn growl. He wanted to feel you close. No, needed to. “You didn’t need to go and do all that." You threw your hands in the air, turning away from him.

Ruhn didn’t think; he let the need within him act as he reached for your neck, pulling you back against his chest. “Don’t turn away from me when you yell," he hissed into your ear. “Don’t go caveman on me," you growled back, but you didn’t push his hand away. No, instead, your fingers brushed over his. “I thought we were over this," you muttered as Ruhn leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. Breathing you in. But there wasn’t even a single note from someone else. You. Shit tones of him and a dusting of the things you did before you had even climbed into his car tonight.

“I would have kept you locked in your cage for a while longer," you teased, reaching back to brush your fingers through his hair. “Very funny," Ruhn said. He knew that he had to work on his rage when it came to other males being near you. But the simplest thought of someone else being by your side. Someone else making you laugh. Having your full attention. This was the universe laughing at him. Poking at the fact that he haven’t been valuing who was by his side. Showing him how it would feel from another perspective.

"Hey!", Your delicate fingers brushed over his cheek. Ruhn didn’t even feel you shifting in his arms. “You blanked on me, bad boy." You pinched Ruhn’s cheek smiling, but he can’t bring himself to return the expression. “Fuck, I ruined tonight," he sighed. “You can go ahead and name me the shittest boyfriend," Ruhn huffed in defeat. “Ruhn, we already talked about this," you sighed. “We are both adults, both busy," you reasoned.

“But you don’t deserve that half-time bullshit," Ruhn hissed back. “You can and should just walk away." You stood staring at him for a heartbeat. "Ruhn," you breathe out, your heart aching. He didn’t lift his eyes to meet yours. “My love hasn’t changed just because we had a harder month," you said, stepping closer. “I missed you, yes. But I won’t just pack my bags and go. I love you, silly." Resting your chin on his chest, you tried to catch his eyes. “We’re a team," you mutter, “Even if you leave your dirty underwear all over the place," you shake your head, managing to drag a light chuck from Ruhn.

“I don’t like other men near you like that," he muttered. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I think everyone got the message clear; you don’t need to worry." His arm snaked around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. Brushing his lips over your forehead a couple of times. You didn’t rush him. Letting him ground himself for a moment more before your eyes landed on his hand. Angry, red knuckles are visible even in dim light.

A soft gasp slipped past your lips, “Your hand." You pulled it up for inspiration. “We need to clean this up," you frowned. “It’ll be healed before we even get home; don't worry about it," he promised. You let out a deep sigh. Standing in his arms for a moment longer. “I want shitty fries and a burger," you puffed, making Ruhn let out a laugh. It was better for both of your sakes to just go back home anyway. “Order while we drive; we’ll eat it in our pajamas." Ruhn pulled your chin up, kissing you tenderly one last time before spinning you around. Slapping your bum while he was at it, making you walk ahead of him. Laughing as you turned back, practically blinding him with that long nail of yours upon your middle finger.

#ruhn danaan x you #ruhn danaan x oc #ruhn danaan imagine #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan #ruhn crescent city #prince ruhn #crescent city imagine #crescent city x reader #crescent city #crescent city x oc

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*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drunk confessions, .2 seconds of angst, no spoilers :)

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: part 1 of 2!! i swear i promise, i pinkie promise that part 2 will come out today

you don’t get jealous, ever.

it was your (albeit private ) defining feature. you were content with everything you had— no, beyond content: you were happy. you didn’t want anything else because you didn’t need anything else. you had a good family, enough money to keep you from debt, good friends, and even better academics.

so imagine your surprise when you get that bitter feeling boiling in your stomach at the sight of your “friend,” ethan landry, eyeing another girl.

you’re being very liberal with the term “friend,” but it’s only because you can’t think of a word to describe someone you’d been hanging out with for a few months, talking and treating them as a friend, but going home and imagining what it’d be like to fuck them senseless.

you’d probably call it a crush, but “friend” sounded much less embarrassing.

but it’s all going on at some stupid party for some stupid celebration you couldn’t care less about; all you wanted to do was get drunk enough to barely avoid a hangover. you went with your small group of friends, and eventually forced yourself to socialize once you had some juice in your system.

and it was when you were talking to some pretty girl from your liberal arts class when you saw him: leaning against the wall, red solo cup in hand, eyes stuck on a girl in a halter top with patterned shorts to match— a girl standing right across from you.

and maybe it was something in the way his fingers were tapping on the plastic cup, or the twitching of his knee, or the way that he just refused take his fucking eyes off of her—

it set you off.

suddenly you found yourself at a table full of cheap bottles of booze, and your plastic cup was full, brimming with whatever concoction of cheap seltzer and even cheaper tequila you could find. soon enough, you were weaving and dodging your way through the sweaty masses to try and find an exit.

finally, after eons (three minutes) of searching, you managed to find yourself a door, and relished in the early spring chill that hit your skin.

you tried to drink and forget, seeing as though that was the whole reason you came out here. but no matter how much jungle juice you downed, you found your mind wandering back to him.

you couldn’t stop thinking about how ethan refused to look at anyone but her, how even when people greeted him, he waved them off without even looking at them. and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way she was dancing, as if she was born to do so, and how he wouldn’t stop fucking staring at her.

you weren’t jealous— you didn’t get jealous. this wasn’t jealousy, it was just…

just what, envy? envious of what? of some dork you’ve grown particularly fond of eyeing some random girl at this stupid frat party? of the guy you’ve been harboring a crush on for months staring at a girl he didn’t even know? of ethan landry, the boy you hadn’t stopped thinking of for months, thinking about anyone but you?

no, you weren’t envious. what could you possibly be envious of?

“what are you doing out here?”

you jump at ethans voice, beginning to feel particularly sluggish— when did your cup get so light? as a matter of fact, when did it get empty?

“i could ask you the same thing,” you say, finding it increasingly difficult to formulate words.

“it got too sweaty and crowded in there,” he sits down next to you, bringing his arms close to his torso at the sudden cold breeze. “i always forget how much i hate coming to these parties.”

“then why do you keep coming?” you raise the cup to your lips, frowning when you remember its lack of contents.

he doesn’t say anything.

“is it because of a girl?” you see him tense from the corner of your vision, however foggy it may be.

ethans shaking his head. “what makes you say that?”

you shrug, carefully placing the cup by your feet. “i saw you looking at her,” his shoulders drop, and you can’t help but feel something in your chest drop too. “she’s really pretty, i think i have a few classes with her.”

“i really don’t know what you’re talking about.” he feigns ignorance, the coward.

“come on ethan, don’t pretend to be stupid, i know you’re smarter than that.” a chill runs down your spine, you tell yourself its not from the sudden realization of your close proximity to him, but instead because of the cool air around you.

“wait, are you…” he turns to you. “are you jealous?”

you scoff. “jealous? i don’t get jealous e—than,” you hiccup between the syllables of his name.

“you know, i have a tendency to misread situations, but you…” he pauses to take a dramatic breath. “you seem really jealous.”

“okay, sure but…why would i be jealous, hm? it’s not like i make the rules on what girls you can and can’t look at.” you’re staring into his eyes. those wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful eyes that make you want to start screaming and shaking and crying and throwing up.

you can’t stop looking at his eyes, and you can feel your gaze flitting between the two.

you want ethan to quip back with something sharp and cleaver, but he doesn’t. he just turns away from you, shrugs, and keeps on nursing the drink in his hand.

for a moment, you feel guilty, another feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while. maybe that made you a good person, or maybe that just made you a socially inept asshole.

you don’t know why you feel guilty, but you suspect it has something to do with how silent ethan is, or how his brows are leaning with regret, or how his shoulder are slumped much more than they were a second ago.

“i wasn’t looking at her,” ethan mutters, breaking your shared silence. “i was…looking at someone else.”

you want to curse him out because, really, why did it matter if he was looking at another girl? it was someone who wasn’t you, and that’s all that mattered.

“i don’t care ethan, it’s not that serious—” you cut yourself off when you turn to him, frozen in how quickly you drown in his puppy dog eyes.

and then it hits you.

he wasn’t looking at that girl, he was looking at someone else.

he was looking—

“at you.”

oh.

you want to say something, you really do. in any other situation, if it played out exactly like this but minus the alcohol, you’d be able to come up with some poetic ass speech about love and devotion and life—

but you’re drunk, and you can’t think. you don’t want to think.

so instead, you act.

instead, you kiss him.

your hands are grasping at his shirt and you’re kissing him hard. you don’t care if it’s sloppy or bad, you just care that you’re kissing him.

and, obviously, ethan cares too.

because in a moment, one of his hands are brushing the crook of your neck, and his other arm is shaking around your waist. you know your breath tastes like black cherry white claw and dollar store tequila, but with the way ethan was kissing you, it was as if you were the best thing he’d ever had in his life.

it’s like he’s starving— as if he’s been waiting for this for months. and you wonder, passively, if he’d been pining for you all this time as well. you want to ask him, but asking him would mean you’d have to stop kissing him, and at this point you’d rather die than have that happen.

so you’re quick to pull yourself onto his lap, stradding one of his thighs. you’ve just started to work with the hem of his shirt and god just feeling his v-line makes you dizzy— but ethan pulls away, and you feel your jaw slack at the sight of his lust-blown pupils and spit-kissed lips.

“as much as i want this to happen,” you note how heavy he’s breathing. “i really wouldn’t want to have sex with you on the front steps of a house party.”

you’re standing up with a curt nod, pulling ethan by the hand as you back up.

“also my room is like, twelve minutes away—”

“my house is just down the block, and my roommates are gone for the weekend.”

ethan glances towards the direction that you gestured in, and nearly trips over his shoes as you start walking towards it.

“yeah, that actually sounds perfect.”

all the way home, neither one of you can stop imagining what it’s going to be like to get fucked senseless.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader smut #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #✧. ┊ scream !

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fagidarity · 9 months

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y’know generally i try to limit colour palettes to as few colours as possible to make things more cohesive but despite my best efforts only jay ended up being able to stick to that </3

ANYWAYS here’s the as-of-right-now fully updated designs for these dickheads. these will no doubt undergo even more tweaking as i draw them more but this is a start i guess. also pls open the pictures to look at them properly i worked so hard LOL

some random notes under the cut yaaaay

chip —

he jingles when he walks. somehow he’s still stealthy. i do not know how

kept the platinum ring that bonded him to gillion in the block! because hey he doesn’t really have a reason to take it off (and it’s a nice reminder of how much gill cares about him, and how far their friendship has come since that ice arena)

his tattoos shift and flicker like actual flames, and sometimes (harmless, purely aesthetic) sparks fly off them when he’s excited

i just think smoke coming out of his mouth when he’s angry would be cool :]

chipped teeth from biting rocks and coins all the time :/

he has scars from the red lightning, they’re just mostly contained to his back and shoulders. they’re a similar red to his coat even once they’ve healed

gillion —

the tail sleeve thing is so he can rest it on the ground without damaging his scales, he doesn’t usually wear it when he’s just on the ship because the wood is soft enough that it’s usually fine + it can hinder swimming a bit. it’s mostly meant for places where there’s cobblestone or gravel streets and such. i think his armour would probably have a version that looks similar but covers the whole tail minus the fins, maybe with some armour plating of its own. i didn’t draw it because there wasn’t any room lol

his scars from the lightning are pink mostly because red stood out too much tbh. they softly glow in the dark the same as his coral and the pink parts of his fins

also kept his ring! his hands aren’t really made for jewellery, though, because the webbing means it won’t sit very secure on his finger. so he keeps it on the same chain as the necklace he got from aslana to keep it safe

tried to make him look a bit bulkier and more his age than in my original design? i feel like i was leaning too much into the naivety and. shortness. originally lol. he also has thicker eyebrows now and i’m still trying to decide how i feel about them but i think? i like it? i don’t tend to give many character thin eyebrows so it could’ve been a unique thing for him but alas

i think i made the sword too small but like ignore that

also forgor to include pretzel </3 that’s okay though she can get her own design sheet later. she’s special like that

jay —

i believe in tall jay supremacy

blue magic! i was considering gold but that’d look a bit more like a canary than i wanted for her wings so. blue jay :]

her hair is supposed to look kinda like fire to mimic her dad ! kinda showing that even if she runs from her family and the navy they’ll always be a part of her. and also i just like drawing messy hair

i gave her sturdier gloves just because i feel like it fits her better. also changed up the shirt to more of a button up solely because i don’t like tank tops very much LOL

i did WANT to make her outfit a bit flashier to match the boys better but i couldn’t quite figure out where to Put the flash. maybe that’ll come later, the way the story’s going i might get to design some cool prosthetics for her or something

overall —

because there’s just so many fucking colours i triiied to add at least one or two colours from each of them into the others designs. jay has her necklace with each of their main colours on it, her wings are the same blue as gillions eyes, her jacket and right eye are the same dark blue as destiny’s blade, her hair is the same orange as the lighter part of chips tattoos. chip has a dark green sash under all the belts, the same as the hilt of destiny’s blade. they all use the same shades of black, gold, and brown

the only real exception is gillion doesn’t have anything from the other two because he has Such a specific colour palette and he already had so much going on as-is orz jay was obviously the easiest to do this with because she has both warm and cool colours in her palette by default lol (and i did her design last, so that helps)

#.png #jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi chip #gillion tidestrider #jay ferin #jrwi spoilers #THEYRE FINALLY DONE zoo wee mama #the lines are thicker on the little armour drawings because i did the sketch thing and then went yk what. good enough. and just coloured tha #also got rid of gills button nose it was too annoying to draw #i’m so used to straight and aquiline noses #another thing that could’ve been unique for him in terms of my character designs #but nah #pls ignore that i drew them all standing on diff planes/angles btw i wasn’t trying very hard w that #weirdly proud of myself for managing to give them all pretty unique profiles #that’s normally something i kinda get stuck on. drawing people from the side #in different ways besides nose shape

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Little Red Riding Hood where Reader is Little Red but also a werewolf

Love Interest and rest of chain can be assigned however

(Cause I'm always down for a fairytale au)

I did a little twist on this. Idk if this was what you wanted. I had to ask doggo experts for how doggos act around each other. I am leaving this off on a small cliff hanger because I do want to write more of this.

Twilight didn’t trust the new person in the group. Well. It’s more like he didn’t know what to think of her. She came in like a hurricane running after the Shadow like it was her prey. Then when the dust settled and she calmed down the group quickly learned of why. The short of it being that for some reason the Shadow attacked her brother and she took chase. Which then led to her to finally agree to join the chain. Much to the Ranchers chagrin. However, he knows better than to start an unnecessary fight. Twilight could be civil.

Civility could only go so far.

Little Red, as Warrior’s likes to call her, noticed Twilight’s presence and slight unease of her and ran with it. Twilight couldn’t understand just why she was always running circles around him talking about this and that. It confused him to no end when she instantly would stick to him even when he was wolfie. He had to on more then one occasion threaten to bite Little Red’s hands. She never cared or backed away from Wolfie when he showed a bit of aggression. “He is going to bite you.” Wild warned her as he watched Little Red try to play with Wolfie.

She looked up at Wild while holding Wolfie’s face, “what? No the baby is just playing.” That comment only made Twilight growl more.

“Baby? Wolfie isn’t a baby.” Wild was torn between being completely amuse and helping Twilight out as he did know about his slight distrust of Little Red.

“No no no, Champion. This is a wolf pup. He has to be like…” Her attention draws to the wolf as she observes the good boy. “Man… I have to say maybe 10? He is very small even for that age. Wolfie is like an adult dog size but he is definitely a wolf.” She boops the snoot and quickly pulled back as Twilight tries to bite her hand again. This only makes her giggle more.

“I think your wolves might be just bigger than my Hyrules.” Honestly to Wild, Wolfie was the same size as most wolves, but he just shrugs and not questions that further. Twilight couldn’t understand why you were like this, he wonders if it was just an eccentric thing. He has met a lot of weird people in his life and Little Red might be one of them. After being free from your grasp he takes it upon himself to run away for now. Only because you don’t tend to grab his face while being Twilight and thats the most annoying part of being wolfie around you.

It wasn’t until they finally came to her era that he finally understood.

The village Little Red lived in was small, but cozy. It reminded Twilight of his own home. People tended to light up when seeing Little Red. But given the size of the group following them most villagers tended to just say hi and remarks that they needed to talk to her later. “My house is a bit further.” Little red said pointing to a path that ran into the woods. “It’s just me, my brother and Grandma oh and our cat. I’ll make sure to keep her out of your stuff. But we should have room to fit everyone.” She explains as the path slowly clears up to a cottage in the wood with a small garden. There was a small pup running around in the yard playing with said cat. Who was purely annoyed at ready to pap the puppy in the head.

Little Red’s eyes brightened “Link!” She calls out gaining the Pups reaction.

She dashes towards the house as the puppy starts running towards her. They meet halfway and the puppy shifts into a young boy. “You’re back! You’re back!” This Link giggles as he gets lifted in the air by his sister and spun around.

“I am! For now.” Little red nuzzles her brother’s face as she shifts her grips on her brother to put his weight on her hip. “Boy’s this is my brother. Link these are the adventurers I’ve been traveling with.”

She turns to the group with a smile. The chain was utterly confused and silent before Wind speaks up “Did he transform into a wolf?”

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #monkey bread #I had to make this Twilight centric

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Amortentia

Summary: The jig is up. Pansy is convinced you smelled Draco in the Amortentia potion and confronts you.

Trigger Warning(s): Pansy being Pansy, arguing, forcing to reveal a secret

Word Count: 589

A/N: Sorry this took so long! It's been very hectic in my personal life... But all is well for now 😊

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

You had never wanted to use a forbidden spell before, had never wanted to use a curse so bad before. Until now. Pansy had crossed the line. You were never truly friends, but even so there was a fine line that was never to be crossed. This was that line. Your hands curled into fists by your side and the corners of your vision clouded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Pansy, I don’t even talk to him,” you responded through clenched teeth.

Pansy’s eyes narrowed at you as she stood. You stood your ground as she sauntered over and lifted a skinny, crooked finger at you.

“Don’t play stupid. Who did you smell in the amortentia potion?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your hands over your chest. “This again?” You moved to take a seat at the couch, keenly aware of the eyes that followed. “Pansy, I—”

“Answer. The. Question.”

There was no point trying to brush this off and reason with her. She’d never let it go, not when it came to Draco.

You sighed deeply, your eyes fluttering close. Here you were, practically backed against the wall to reveal something you barely gave a second thought. You leaned against the back of the couch and tried to stay calm. You wouldn’t outright tell her you smelled Draco.

“I’m not sure, Pansy,” you uttered, licking your lips nervously. “Apples. Leather.” You hesitated, knowing the final smell would be a nail in the coffin if Pansy knew what Draco smelled like. “Galleons.”

Pansy looked devastated, and a small, slightly bigger part of you than you’d like twisted with jealousy. Of course Pansy would know what Draco smelled like, she was always around him. But the fact that she knew exactly what he smelled like, down to the leather… You chewed on the inside of your cheek to contain your words. Maybe you had always known you’d have a crush on Draco. Afterall, it was inevitable. Years of growing up together would do that to at least one of the parties. And, maybe you had a crush on him for much longer than you’d hope to realize.

“You’re a filthy traitor. No better than a mudblood—you don’t deserve—” Her face was red, as red as a tomato. You thought she’d lunge at you any second now. But her eyes were fixated on something behind you.

Chills ran down your spine and dread loomed overhead. It wasn’t something. It was someone. You turned your head slightly, enough to see platinum blonde hair from your peripherals.

“Draco,” Pansy whispered. “Oh, Draco.” She moved past you to Draco and wrapped her arms around him.

Draco snaked his way out of her grasp, fixing his robe. “Why’s everyone standing about staring?” he asked. His eyes scanned the room and stopped at you. His eyes seemed to soften a bit, and you doubt anyone noticed. Well, maybe Pansy.

“It’s nothing important,” you said before anyone else could. “Just Pansy being…Pansy.”

Draco nodded as if he understood well enough. He walked forward in the direction of the boys’ common rooms. Pansy took hold of his wrist tightly, pulling him back.

“It’s not nothing, Draco! She’s trying to steal you away from me!”

“Enough Pansy,” Draco hissed. He pulled away from her grasp. “You’re embarrassing me.”

He sauntered away, head held high despite all the stares. His eyes met yours briefly, and you understood. After years of growing up together, you knew him enough to know when he wanted to speak with you in private.

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 2 years

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so here's the thing. Cass's favorite brother is probably Tim. he's her little guy, her sweet cheese, her good time boy. they're both very similar to Bruce in a lot of ways, but more than that, they find it easy to be around each other. Tim is more quiet than the others, which Cass appreciates, but he's also fascinating to watch because there's constantly a thousand things going on beneath the surface of him. Cass and Tim are masters of parallel play, but only and primarily with each other. Tim is quiet when Cass wants to be quiet or talks when she needs to talk, and if she doesn't have the words for something he never so much as bats an eye (even Dick bluescreens sometimes trying to figure her words out), he just helps her find the right ones. Tim can read her almost as well as she can read him, just slower and not trained into him, it's just how he is. he looks at her and tries to figure out how she works, the way he does with everyone, a way most people don't. it makes her feel seen the same way she sees, and that's valuable to her.

another thing is that Tim is also, in all honesty, Jason's favorite brother. like it's almost counterintuitive considering how they first really met, but hey — brothers forged in blood, right? there's some wild poetry to it and they Get each other on a level the others don't really bc they're the middle children, 2nd and 3rd and always afraid of being rejected. but they've got each other. Tim is Jay's favorite because he's so incredibly forgiving (to be welcomed back to the family by the kid he nearly killed? the kid he hated? INSANE.) and because he doesn't judge. (Jay is Tim's favorite bc he's chill when Dick or B can be smothering sometimes. Jason isn't the one who lost a brother and a son, he's the one who was lost, so he's not quite so afraid of losing. yes, he's protective, but not overwhelmingly so.) they have an instinctive kind of brotherhood where they balance each other out, tempering each other's worse tendencies and bolstering the better ones without having to talk about it.

the third thing: Cass really does not like Jason. she has the no-kill rule in her heart even before she had words to explain it, and it's different than with Bruce because she's lived it. she's lived the reason why they have that rule. and Jason has too, but come out on the other side, what Cass considers the wrong side of a worldview completely different than her own. Jason kills, he breaks the law written in her soul and in their adoptive father's, and no one stops him. she can't comprehend it, and she will never accept it. she rarely uses his name, rarely interacts with him at all if she can help it because much as she wants to start a fight, it would hurt Bruce if she did and she doesn't want that. she just calls him Hood, most of the time. if they absolutely have to work together, she does what needs done and leaves.

so. Cass hates Jason. and Jason hates being hated. as far as the principle goes, he can get why Cass doesn't like him, but she's loath to even be around him and that bothers him. she's just this side of being actively hostile, meanwhile Jason is honestly trying his best not to tick her off but it's really hard when he gets glared at by possibly the most intimidating Bat every time he's at home. the same way there's a difference between Bruce and Batman (they put away masks at home, or at least they try to), there's a difference between Jason and the Red Hood. but Cass, determined, rock-solid Cass, refuses to accept that. it's not a good situation, especially when Tim gets in the middle of it, because both Cass and Jason love Tim but hate each other and Tim is just tired and wants his siblings to get along and see, this is why he prefers one on one time to family gatherings.

because at some point something happens and Tim gets hurt, maybe captured or outnumbered (as capable as he is, even a great strategist and skilled fighter can be overwhelmed at times) while out on patrol, and Oracle, sitting in front of her computer array, sighs and rubs her temples and opens up a communications channel to the only two Bats available to assist — Red Hood and Black Bat. she tells them what's up, gives them Red Robin's location, and then dips back out of the channel because she is not going to spend the rest of the night listening to palpable silence from Cass and increasingly frustrated questioning from Jason. she's not paid enough for that.

so Cass and Jason HAVE to work together. HAVE to team up to save their mutual favorite sibling (who, for what it's worth, has no clue he's ANYONE'S favorite). and neither of them is pleased with this turn of events, on multiple counts — 1, Tim is hurt. 2, Cass hates/at least strongly dislikes Jason. 3, Jason has tried everything to make peace with her and is honestly feeling a little bit desperate about it at this point because he has tried EVERYTHING, so now he's just right back at aggression. it's a situation that really can't have a good outcome for everyone, because Cass and Jason's mutual dislike for each other is at odds with their mutual love for Tim and both of them arrive at the same conclusion: all they can do is work for the best outcome for their little brother.

Tim, who has only been lightly stabbed and could have probably gotten by with just one person for backup instead of two, let alone THESE two, is both exasperated by the turn of events, and just plain glad that someone came for him. he's bleeding and hurting and watching from the alley floor as Cass stares (glares) at Jason, who's trying to figure out how to get a shot in that will give Tim a way out without, yknow, shooting his brother in the process.

and then Cass just swoops down and between her insane skills and the intimidation factor of a bat with a full-face mask the entire situation is diffused before Jason has a chance to shoot anybody, which is a better outcome than Tim expected. Jason grapples down as Cass is finishing up with the last few bad guys and she turns around and starts glaring through the mask again. the problem is, she loves Tim. he's her favorite brother, the one most like her and most like their father. but Jason loves Tim too, and Cass can see it as soon as she looks, really looks to see it. and it's so, so obvious when she sees Jason's bloodstained, scarred hands carefully bandaging Tim's (slight) stab wound and the fact that Jay pulled off his helmet as soon as it was safe to and is talking and grinning and keeping a steady eye on Tim because everyone knows that Tim plays down his injuries often and you have to watch him, because he's smart enough to hide things unless you really know him. and Jason knows him. and Cass can see that. and as much as she doesn't like Jason, as much as she's possessive of Tim, she softens for just a minute.

not that she'd ever tell anyone, and Tim was too distracted and half-foggy from blood loss to see it in her at the moment. Cass still doesn't like Jay. Jay is still utterly frustrated by the fact that she won't give him a chance. Tim is still annoyed by all of this and complains to Babs about it (bc Steph just laughs and says all three of them need to suck it up and move on, which is TRUE, but unhelpful) any chance he gets.

it isn't until an Arkham breakout, not the worst they've seen but obviously not good news, when Jason gets badly hurt and Tim (who was with him at the time) gets Really Scary, like full-on not moving a muscle, staring down the man who did it with such intensity that it feels like he could kill with only his masked eyes, sharp and suddenly absolutely terrifying to anyone who doesn't know him, that something really clicks for Cass. because she slips in as Tim coldly, calculatingly shatters the guy's kneecaps just as thoroughly as Jason's bullets would have done and then his rigid intensity falls away and he's a kid terrified that his brother is hurt.

Cass sees the way Jason is with Tim and she can't quite reconcile that caring with all his killing but she knows, because she can SEE it, that Jay cares about Tim much the same way she does. and then she sees how Tim acts when Jason is hurt, the scary sharp side of her little brother that only comes out when he's very, very afraid and very, very determined, and she sees the way he loves his older brother and... she can't deny that either.

and maybe Cass will never LIKE Jason, maybe there will always be some tension between them, but. she doesn't call him only "Hood" all the time, anymore, and Jason is capable of recognizing that tiny detail as her version of a peace offering. Tim is just glad they're not yelling at each other (or Cass's silent staring version of yelling) all the time. maybe it's a whole mess, but hey, they're working on it. as long as there's love, somewhere, there's something. (there's family)

#this was originally a meta post but it spiralled. like. a lot spiralled.#i just think they should have a contentious little thing going on. sibling rivalry but they don't consider themselves siblings #like it's funny but also fascinating. they're narrative foils!! they're their fathers precious children! they have #directly opposing worldviews and mindsets!!!#this could be so deep but also. SO comedic #i need to write the stupid little batfam road trip fic in my head bc the ensemble dynamics are SO FUN #Lu rambles #meta finding tag #batfam #cass cain #jason todd #tim drake #i didn't proofread this if it has typos I'll find it once it's too late and it's already been reblogged. as usual 😂

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Hiiiii! Could you write a Marcus x fem reader? Idk if you write smut, it’s okay if you don’t and you can just leave that out but I’d like fluffy and angsty smut please. :) or just fluffy with some angst in there somewhere. Maybe something with him climbing into readers room or her climbing into his at some point? But please don’t write anything where reader or Marcus cheats/cheated. Thank you!!!!

Hi yes of course I can write that

his actions are kind of ooc

Wounded Dove

It was Friday night. Ginny and I had gotten into an argument over mom’s suspected murder. I knew mom would never hurt anyone unless it was for our family. Unless there was a reason.

I was the eldest daughter of Georgia Miller, y/n. Ginny and I are the same age but not twins. I came along when mom married my dad, Anthony. To be blunt, I’m her stepdaughter. He was a shit dad to be honest. After his death she took me in. Growing up we had moved between so many different locations that me and my siblings barely had any time to make friends or find where we belonged. Our newest location being Wellsbury. We’ve actually been here long enough to find friend groups and love interests. Mom seemed to be settling in quite well with multiple guys as per usual. I ship her the most with Joe, a total sweet eye candy. Although it seems she much rather prefers the mayor. Ginny has hit it off with this boy named Hunter. He’s good for her, he makes her happy. I happened to hit it off with our neighbor, Marcus Baker. He’s a total eye candy and he rides a motorcycle somewhat like Zion. Me and him had a connection ever since the first day we ran into each other and ever since we made things official between us he started to call me his dove. Lately he’s been sneaking into my room to have make out sessions but it hasn’t gotten to second or third base quite yet. I was hoping today would be the day until the fight with Ginny happened. Now I just sat pathetically crying in my room, having completely forgotten the fact that Marcus would come over. I didn't realize his presence in the room until I heard a slight coughing. “You good, dove?” he approached my side.

“Yea, I’m fine” fidgeting with my hands. “you know you can talk to me about anything, I’m always gonna be here for you” I sighed “thanks it’s just Ginny” I didn't really want to burden him about my family issues but I knew that I could trust him. “What happened? Did she do something to you?” he inquired whilst holding my hands. “it’s just we got into an argument over Georgia. She’s always being so rude to her and for whatever reason she believes she’s always out to get her. She’s our mom for Christ sake.” Speaking of this made me recall how Ginny called our mom a “dangerous woman” who could “hurt us” and it made me feel sick. “ dove, you know her relationship with your mom is complicated. Don’t stress yourself over it because I assure you, it probably won’t end any time soon.”

I realized I probably ruined the mood for the plans we had tonight but I really had looked forward to it so here goes nothing. “can we kiss?” when I said that his face turned slightly red and we began to make out. He certainly knew his way around these kinds of things. Things started to get heated and before I knew it, his hands were up my shirt fumbling with the straps of my bra while I tried my best to aid him. Finally with a bit of struggling we got my top off and we’re just about to take of the rest of our clothes when all of a sudden someone pounds on the door “Y/N YOU BETTER NOT BE GETTING FRISKY WITH WHITE BOI IN YOUR ROOM” ah shit… it’s mom. that’s kind of the end please let me know what you think

#marcus baker x fem!reader #marcus baker x reader #ginny and georgia #light angst #Very light smut #awkward moments #y/n miller

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happilychee · 6 months

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sabertooth headcanons pt. 1

I feel like mashima could've made sabertooth just a smidge less flat... they all had so much angst in them and the potential to evolve and grow as people... or they could all turn nice in the span of an episode. that works too.

♡ sting is a sweetheart. he's a genuine, caring, and kind boy who grows up to be a charming and earnest young man. that is, unless he's on the battlefield. old sabertooth sting makes an appearance in those moments. his smirk is cruel, his taunts are like daggers, jabbing away at the opponent. he's cocky and arrogant, and maybe he has the right to be so because his attacks are so powerful they blow the enemy away.

♡ lector is the kind of friend who talks major shit about whatever you're doing as he's helping you. he tells sting how dumb it is to go on a mission alone in mid-flight to their destination. ride or die? nah, lector is fly or die.

♡ rufus loves tea brewing. this is one of the few areas of knowledge that he chooses not to use his magic on. he loves sitting down with a good book and reading about the history of tea, tea cultivation, the proper culinary techniques to brew the perfect cup of tea.

♡ orga is the reason sabertooth has open-mic nights. the (second) strongest guild in fiore turns into a comedy club on tuesday nights, and surprisingly, it's good. orga serenades whoever comes to mind that night: it's been sting, rogue, yukino, all the usual suspects, and on one memorable occasion, mr. yajima. yukino tells the most wholesome, funny stories while frosch and lector act out the scene behind her. in what was probably the most fever dream moment of sting's life, minerva took the mic and delivered such a seething, deadpan stand-up that she got the entire guild cheering for her.

♡ minerva goes all out for halloween. besides just being into arcane magic and the history of magic, she loves spooky things. also, she's a bit fucked up, and this is a good outlet for her. sabertooth will gladly take minerva's scarily detailed sculptures of severed limbs over her lashing out any day of the week. to her guildmates' surprise, she also organizes a family-friendly haunted house in the guild hall for the kids of gazania.

♡ in my heart of hearts, sting does not become sabertooth's guild master. I headcanon him as a healer, so I think he would establish an infirmary in sabertooth and oversee it. unsure if rogue or minerva becomes guild master. I think minerva would be better suited for the role, but there's also recency bias against her because of jiemma. and she needs time to process everything that went into sabertooth's upheaval.

♡ which sabertooth member do you never want to piss off? you might think it's minerva or rufus or even the twin dragons. no. it's yukino. she is the sweetest, kindest member of sabertooth by far, and also the most patient. if you offend yukino, she's unlikely to do much about it, but celestials forbid you hurt her friends, especially minerva. she'll send her spirits after you, and no one will ever find your body.

♡ sabertooth, despite their efforts to become a kinder place, is still a hard guild to get into. they're not like fairy tail where anyone can just join. the core members argue for a long while about what kind of entrance test they should have. ultimately they decide on a test of strength, but not just physical ability. minerva says that it's in the eyes, whether someone has the drive and tenacity to always improve themselves and make sabertooth proud. she tries to be subtle, but she's also staring at yukino the entire time. one eyebrow wiggle from lector turns minerva as red as the cat's fur.

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tangosenpai · 1 year

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Bokuto x fem!reader

"You're perfect, baby."

contains: f!reader, heated sex, shower sex, top Bokuto, insecure reader, chubby reader, oral (receiving), praising, mentions of depressing thoughts

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(Y/n's) p.o.v

"I just, look how sexy he is! It's RDJ for goodness sakes!" My best friend, (Bsf/n), exclaims. We step off the escalator, meeting both of our boyfriends at the bottom. I laugh as Sugawara gives (bsf/n) a look, making her shrug her shoulders.

"C'mon, (Y/n)! Let's leave the boys to do their own thing~" She sung waving goodbye to her boyfriend as well as mine.

Bokuto pouts, planting a kiss my lips on his as a goodbye.

"See you later, love bug." I stroll behind

(bsf/n).

•~•~•

"Hmm what about this?" I ask holding up a light blue lingerie set to my skin, (bsf/n) tilts her head looking at it. She scrunches her nose a little bit.

"Top or bottom?"

"Ummm...? I don't know?"

Now that I think of it. Bokuto is very subby, not that I normally take the lead or anything. He is always the one who acts like the baby in the relationship.

"Well I am of course the top!" She says smirking widely strutting away to another part of the lingerie section.

"Yeah, I find that hard to believe."

"That's rude!" (bsf/n) pouts, holding up a lacey pastel pink lingerie set to her body. It complemented her (s/c) and her (h/c) hair.

"That looks super good. I can see Sugawara now, but that's a gross image."

"That's pretty!"

I turn around to what (bsf/n) was talking about stopping in my tracks to see a light yellow bra. It was pure lace but the silky kind, white ribbon-type fabric hooked it in the middle with a small red rose attached. The pantie's were high waisted. The fabric was silky lace that matched the bra but in the back.... well there really is no back. It's just a white ribbon that connects with the rest of the fabric making a bow. This looks like something Kou would like. I pick it up, pulling her to the register.

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(bsf/n) and I walk arms linked, towards the food court to see the boys at a table on their phones. She immediately unhooks our arms when her eyes fall on Sugawara and books it towards him. She clings onto him causing him to be startled.

"Hi baby!" I place a kiss on Bokuto's pouting lips.

"I missed chu!" He gives me puppy dog eyes and shoves his head in my chest. Then suddenly shoots up and tries to take my bag from my hands.

"Kou!"

"What did you get me?"

"Nothing."

Then... Bokuto becomes depressed Bokuto making me sigh.

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"Ngh! S-Suga!"

Seriously?

SERIOUSLY!

"mmph." Bokuto murmured in his sleep as he pushed his head further into my lap. I slam my head back into the headboard.

"SHUT THE HELL UP WILL YA? WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP!" Kageyama's voice booms throughout the walls.

As if hes any better. To be honest Bokuto and I don't have sex often. Bokuto never seems to be interested in it even if Kuroo and he only talks about ass and boobs. When ever I seem to be in the mood he brushes it off.

Maybe I'm not attractive in that way?

No.. No, I can't think like that. Gosh, I need to get the shower.

I tuck my hands under Bokuto's head, softly rubbing my thumbs on the sides of his temples before gently lifting him off of my lap and putting him on the light blue pillow. I smile softy, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of his temple.

I unfold my legs from under me and get off the bed, walking into the bathroom that was connected to my room. I didn't bother closing the door as there was really no reason too. I pinch the fabric of my sweater, pulling it over my head sloppily. I turn to the mirror and trace my finger over my tummy. I pinch the fat in between my fingers, grimacing. I tilt my head. Am I beautiful? I never really thought so until Bokuto. I always knew that I was mediocre. I was such a mediocre person that even for someone like Bokuto to like me was hard to believe. Before I never thought I would like someone like Bokuto, but now it feels like I can't even breath without him.

If I'm not physically attractive then him not wanting sex is understandable, right? I mean I wouldn't want to have sex with me either. When is the last time we even had sex? Four months ago? No. Longer. It shouldn't matter but I've been so horny lately.

I slip my leggings off my legs along with my black underwear. I walk to the shower turning it on before slipping off my bra. I step in the shower, the blazing hot water trickling onto my skin, leaving a satisfying feeling rave through my body. I shut the glass door and lean my forehead against the wall. I bite my lip and hold myself from crying. I'm really not that pretty. Not enough for him.

"Why did I even buy that lingerie? I'm not pretty to pull it off. He would never want me to. I'm... I'm useless. I'm just better off-"

"Shh. You're beautiful, my beautiful baby." Light kisses were pressed under my ear. When did he get in here?

"K-Kotaro.."

"Shh."

Arms circle around my waist and pulls my back side against his. Fingers trail down my tummy, dipping down to my hot sex. I twirl my head up to meet his gaze. My (e/c) eyes meet his bright yellow orbs. A dominating stare glares into my soul. Bokuto's fingers circle around my clit slowly as his other hand trails up to my breast and pinches my nipple lightly.

"So fucking beautiful."

Bokuto's head dips down to my neck, his lips planting a light kiss. Light licks against my skin send shivers down my spine while Bokuto's fingers get rougher and slowly starts to put them in. His finger stretches my walls as he gently puts two more in.

"Ah, Koatro-"My head slams back as he roughly plunges his fingers in and out, sliding them in and out as if it was the easiest thing he has ever done. My legs begin quiver as I try to hopelessly grip onto the wall to keep me up.

"Cum baby, my beautiful baby."

As if in on cue my orgasm takes over as light moans leave my mouth. Right as I cum Bokuto takes out his fingers and replaces them with a bigger thing.

My walls stretch as Bokuto slides in his cock, a small bite is placed on my shoulder. The feeling of Bokuto's wet hair falls onto my shoulder as slight gasps escape from him as he get's rougher. He goes deeper and the deeper he goes is as if I can feel it further in my stomach.

"Ah shit, you feel so fucking good. Good baby, good baby. Mmm so fucking beautiful."

Our moans bounce off the walls as he plunges. I feel his arm reach down and lift my leg slowly in the air. His other hand falling on my hip.

"Ngh!" I slam my head against the wall, biting my lip. Fuck Oh mighty Asahi.

"Shit."

The water falls on our backs as we both cum in agony.

"I love you, puppy."

"I love you too, owl."

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#bokuto #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto x y/n #bokuto smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyu smut #haikyuu #bokuto kotaro smut #bokuto x fem!reader #hq sugawara #sugawara kōshi #hq kageyama #kageyama tobio

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Nothing but Art

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CW: pet whump, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, burns (branding)

A sense of foreboding washes over Ashtray before he can even process what is happening, as his Mistress rips open the door to the room he is kept in, grabs him by his golden collar and drags him through the halls.

Even though he can barely breathe, gasping for air with every intake, he keeps his eyes low on the ground where they belong. It most definitely looks ungraceful, the way he can’t even properly get his legs under him to crawl along with his Mistress’ relentless pace. Instead, he is pulled along like a disobedient dog, and that thought alone makes him try twice as hard to keep up.

The entire time, his Mistress’ is hissing words Ashtray can’t even begin to comprehend, her usually angel-like tone seeps into his bones like poison and makes him shake. Still, he knows –he hopes– she hasn’t called him a Bad Boy yet, so maybe, maybe he still has a chance to make this right.

Suddenly, there is a jerk and Ashtray’s head collides with the ground. The whole world spins and lurches and for a moment, all he can smell is smoke, yet the familiarity doesn’t bring him any comfort. Desperately, he tries to get his arms under his body to push himself up as quickly as possible. He needs to please her, he needs to be good, and he needs to do it right now.

Ashtray gets into position, kneeling, eyes on the ground, humble, submissive, and hers.

Part of him wants to grovel, to offer himself up in the name of his eternal obedience or to read her thoughts and act accordingly. If he could change himself to be an even better Ashtray for her, he would, without hesitation, no matter the price. It is his duty as her Ashtray and beyond that, it is what his soul strives for.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the fireplace, with flames dancing in it. His beautiful Mistress is standing right in front of it, wearing a stunning dress, adorned with gems, red like Ashtray’s blood, a sight which she enjoys occasionally.

In her hands, she is gripping a strange metal rod. There should be a word for it in his mind, yet nothing but a grave emptiness comes up.

His Mistress silently stares down into the fire as if she could get it to burst and devour everything in her path with her gaze alone. Ashtray scrambles to come up with a reason, with anything that might have caused this. But then again he wasn’t made to think, he was made to obey.

He can only hope that he didn’t cause her displeasure and that maybe, he can be useful for her now, in any way she desires, hope that he can make her happy again. There is a chance this might not be a Punishment, considering she hasn’t even used Ashtray today.

But when his Mistress’ gaze falls on him, it is cold, devoid of any of the adoration it usually holds for her Ashtray.

“Back.” she seethes.

Despite the underlying, prickling fear that still hasn’t left him, Ashtray beams at the familiar word and the chance to make himself useful, even though he can’t yet see a cigarette. He will be used and he will be Good.

Ashtray complies immediately –of course. At this point, it is barely a conscious thought, his body just moves on its own, the way it is supposed to. Ashtray straightens and turns around, pulling off the loose shirt he is wearing with all of the gratefulness he can muster. Each movement is exceptionally trained, from the way his thin fingers grasp the fabric of the shirt, to the way his muscles work when his back is bared.

It’s how he was designed, ingrained into his very being to make the perfect product for his Mistress.

Ashtray does his best, as he always does for his Mistress, but it’s not enough. She doesn’t even look at him for more than a moment, doesn’t stop to appreciate the display she spent so much money on.

With every second, Ashtray’s hope of doing something right, of earning her mercy dwindles and instead leaves him with the harrowing knowledge that he is failing at the single purpose of his life.

But no matter his already insignificant feelings, no matter the fear that this is a Punishment, he has to behave. Obedience is his first and second nature. It doesn’t depend on rewards or Punishment or any of his Mistress’ graces. It just is.

A good Ashtray is used but not noticed; a good Ashtray is still and silent. A good Ashtray doesn’t move even though he knows his Mistress is holding the metal rod into the fire. A good Ashtray doesn’t twitch in anticipation when his Mistress lays a hand on his bare shoulder to bend him over slightly for easier access.

A good Ashtray doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even think when burning hot metal touches his skin for the first time, when his Mistress presses the edge into his skin and drags it down in a straight line and the fire follows–

He is a good Ashtray. He is a good Ashtray. He is a good Ashtray. He is a good Ashtray.

Really, this shouldn’t be too different from the cigarettes he was made for. But no matter how hard he tries, he cannot find the same comfort in the sizzling burning. It might not be a Punishment, his Mistress’ effort and care are too great for that, but it’s too close to one, with the cold glint in his Mistress’ eyes and her cutting voice.

Even now, one of her hands rests on his shoulder, maybe to keep him perfectly still, even though Ashtray would never move away from her, no matter if it's affection or a Punishment. With the other, she carves a design into Ashtray’s back, which is already full of perfect, round scars.

Mistress’ nails dig into his skin. Ashtray finds joy in whatever makes his Mistress happy, but somehow he thinks this isn’t an act of pleasure, not how it is supposed to be. Nevertheless, he wishes using him this way pleases her.

There’s only a brief pause, in which his Mistress lifts the burning rod from his back and he dares to hope it may be over. But then it starts all over again.

This time, his Mistress takes her sweet time, tracing a circle on his back with precision, and Ashtray tries to cling to the underlying message that he has become her art piece. He still fulfils a purpose and that is more than he could ever wish for.

Yet, it is nearly impossible to form thoughts beyond the pain and the sizzling smell of his own burning flesh. Ashtray wonders if his Mistress smells it too, if it disgusts her or if she doesn’t care.

By the third time she lifts and brings down the fire again, Ashtray is barely here or there, stuck in his own body and trying to stop it from twitching or shivering. His back is burning, but his limbs feel deathly cold, and beads of sweat cover his forehead.

His Mistress is drawing something, making her Ashtray into her canvas, each stroke filled with intention. He isn’t made for this but maybe it will make him pretty nonetheless. If he is pretty, he is worth more and that is half of his function.

He is a good Ashtray, he is a great Ashtray, and he is burning.

Just as abruptly, his Mistress stops, or at least Ashtray thinks she does. Still, the fire lingers, eating itself down to his bones.

She stands up, leaving her Ashtray kneeling on the ground; The sound of her heels echoing through the hall. Only when the door closes behind her does Ashtray allow himself to gasp for air, shivering and trembling with exhaustion and pain.

Eventually, one of his Mistress’ servants comes to collect him. They know not to speak with him, it has no use, even though they sometimes try. He never understands them. Now, Ashtray can’t even muster up the strength to listen to the servant's hushed voice, as they pull him up and examine his back.

He isn’t being used. No one but his Mistress and those with her explicit permission are allowed to use him. So –for once– it’s okay when he disappears into his own body for a while and into the numbness in which his consciousness is already being pulled.

Ashtray is nothing if not obedient. Ashtray is nothing.

And for a while, everything is muffled…

Halls, halls, then The Room. Alone then not. Bandages, but no cream. He must not have been good enough art then.

The disappointment that should be intertwined with that thought barely registers in Ashtray’s mind. He’s Art, he’s Ashtray and he is Nothing…

Eventually, as the pain dulls and melts into the background, Ashtray comes back. It is a relief to be a part of his own body again, to be conscious not only of pain but of his emotions.

He checks his body but the bandages have already been taken off. Some part of him is thankful for the mindfulness of the servants, keeping his Mistress’ objects clean for her use.

The other part of him starts to feel curious about his Mistress’ artwork, the design she needed her Ashtray to portray for the rest of his existence.

There is a mirror in The Room, where all of the precious objects are kept, to make sure they are presentable. Now, far removed from any person’s view, Ashtray dares to use it for his own little purpose.

He stretches, uncaring about how it pulls on the new burns, to get a good look. It must be beautiful if it was hand-drawn by his Mistress, and that alone is worth all of the pain. But to his dismay, the only thing he can see are letters. Three of them.

Even though he recognises the letters, the word is another one of those mysteries that are unsolvable for mere objects like him, or maybe just him, and not for the first time does Ashtray wish he could understand.

Nevertheless, he knows the word must be special if his Mistress deemed him worthy of it.

T.O.Y.

Whatever it means.

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townofcrosshollow · 2 months

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This project is currently unnamed and very early, so I'm not sure about sharing it anywhere more official until I've written more and gotten a better handle on it. But I'm happy with it so far. Synopsis: A suicidally depressed man discovers a dying fallen angel in the woods. In nursing it back to health, he not only finds a reason to keep living, but discovers a darkness in his heart he'd never even imagined. Massive CW for suicide, depression, alcoholism, religious imagery, and a little gore.

Every day when the early morning sun was hovering just below the horizon (on the days he wasn't blackout drunk), Samson would put the noose around his neck. He'd originally tied it what, a month ago? It could have been two or three by now, as a cocktail of SSRIs and vodka had started to turn time into a haze of half-remembered days. The calendar on the wall was two years out of date, the clock on the stove blinked all zeroes after a power outage (he didn't have the manual to figure out how to reset it), and his cell phone was at the bottom of the lake out front.

Samson learned how to tie a noose in Scouts. Or more accurately, he figured it out himself fucking around with ropes while the other kids were following instructions. It had been a poor approximation of the real thing as used for generations of cruelty, but he'd tied it secure and gotten it to tighten around another boy's neck. It was a joke, obviously, but they didn't see it that way. That was the last time he went to Scouts, but only the first of many nooses he'd tie over two decades. This one felt nice and strong, secured to a beam in the roof of the old cottage's attic with a stiff hitch knot. It was an old polypropylene rope his daddy used to use to keep the boat in place by the docks. Maybe the reason he hadn't kicked out that stepladder yet was the image of this stupid fucking blue-and-yellow striped rope around his rotting corpse-neck when they found him, bloated and maggot-ridden and leaking fluids all over the attic floorboards. "What a pathetic bastard," they'd say, and they'd be spot on. But the walk to the hardware store was long, and he sold the truck to stock up on liquor, so he was caught between laziness and his last remaining shreds of dignity.

Today that shred went out the window. Samson found her number on the side of the fridge where daddy used to keep all his contacts (daddy always had a shit memory even before he got old, and he passed it on). He tried dialing it into the old landline and only realized he was still paying for that shit when the call connected and her voice came through loud and clear. "This is Cynthia Dawn, I'm not at the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you." Her voice was soft like downy feathers and blindingly bright. The voicemail Samson left was probably worth a restraining order. So that noose was looking nicer than ever, and that stepladder was looking flimsier than ever.

Samson would never find out if he was really gonna do it that day, cause in that split second before, as he stared out at the sun rising over the lake, the room went ablaze with a light more effulgent than any he'd seen. In an instant his vision went white, only pierced by soft little pins of red and green and blue, like when you press down on your eyelids with your fingertips. No matter how tight he squeezed his lids closed, hoping to banish the flash, it was like he was staring straight into the sun. Tears started streaming down his cheeks and drenching his beard.

And then it was over. The light retreated out through the attic window, leaving Samson's world dancing with colours like an impressionist painting. He stood there a long moment, heart heating in his neck, mouth dry, wondering if he'd just seen God or if a stun grenade had been silently lobbed through his window. With shaking hands, he slipped the noose off his neck and climbed down off the ladder. He took a few tentative steps towards the window, pressed his hands against the glass, craned his neck to look out. The lake was so placid it was like time stood still, stained golden by the sun's rays spilling out over the horizon. Out to the left side of the cottage, the shed where daddy kept all his fishing shit back in the day. It was untouched, both by him and by whatever caused that light. But off to the right, where the woods sprung up around the old slipway, there was a dying remnant of that glow that bleached the leaves and filled the sky with an odd haze.

He grabbed one of daddy's rifles from the safe and slipped a hunting knife in his jeans pocket before setting off out the back door. The lawn that spread out from the cottage to the road was overgrown, dotted with those little white wildflowers. It would've looked picturesque, if it weren't for the rusting lawnmower, the dying garden twisted with weeds, the dilapidated guest house that hadn't been used in a decade. Actually, come to think of it, this might have been Samson's first outing beyond the cottage walls in weeks- he'd been subsisting on canned food, liquor, and over-prescribed Zoloft for god knows how long.

So for the first time in weeks, he walked down that old paved road until the sign for Fire Route 41 came up on his left, just past the slipway. The gravel road seemed to wind on for eternity through those woods, dotted with the occasional cabin that lay vacant- it was just coming up to the end of the off-season, and soon eager tourists would swarm the lake looking for a fantasy of the life Samson grew up hating. For now, though, the woods sat still apart from the glow that beckoned him.

The light faded as the determined man grew ever closer, threatening to be extinguished any moment and leave him at a loss. A few times, he wondered what he was hoping to find at the source of that divine glimmer. The face of God? Salvation? Some kind of science-fiction portal that could whisk him away from this existence into a more prosperous one? He clutched the rifle against his chest as he stood there on the edge of the woods, the epicenter of the glow just a few dozen feet away. It was waning dangerously low now, no longer capable of blinding Samson, leaving the spot looking like a sun-bleached photograph. Whatever he was looking for, he trudged ever closer to his prize.

And through the trees, in the underbrush, a thing unlike any that Samson had seen revealed itself. At first he wondered if an egret had been shot down, as a layer of downy white feathers was scattered about the trees like berries in spring. Just past the treeline, a pair of massive white wings spread across the ground, broken and twitching like a thing about to die. They glittered like fresh snow as he got closer, rifle raised to put the poor thing out of its misery. And then the wing shifted like a bolt of pain had rushed through it, and he heard a cry of anguish unlike anything bird or beast could produce. Something soft and melodic, like a piano screaming in pain but trapped by the beautiful temperament of its keys. And when those feathers moved away, beneath them, Samson saw a writhing, contorted body of nude flesh punctuated by cuts and scrapes that oozed a thick golden fluid. The bird-thing turned, craning its neck, looking up at the man that towered over it. Its lips were parted as if in prayer, its eyes staring down the barrel of daddy's gun.

Samson lowered the rifle as he looked into the face of God.

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back2bluesidex · 10 months

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Cruel summer for jimin 😭

Cruel Summer - PJM

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Theme: Little angst, Fluff, Drunk confessions, F2L au

Song: Cruel Summer

Word count: 1082

Warnings: mention of drinking, mutual pining, drunk confession, reader is so in love.

A/N: This song is literally one of my favorites! And Jimin is the most suitable member to portray. Thanks for the request anon! Hope you like it. This is not proofread so forgive any mistakes.

Everything is too much for Jimin right now. Especially because it's 4 am in the morning, he hasn't slept all night (he only came back 2 hours ago), and now somebody is being way too aggressive with his doorbell.

He somehow opens his eyes and grips his phone to make sense of the time. He was right, it's eight past 4 in the morning. There's no way he would have a visitor during this hour. But it could be a neighborhood emergency? Maybe a fire broke out? Or a robber entered the apartment complex? Either way it's better to open the damn door. So, he gets up.

His heart does a flip as he spots that similar white dress from the party through his peep hole. But then his mind goes numb. What the fuck are you doing here? At 4 am? Is this even you or is he daydreaming about you yet again?

He finally opens the door after a moment of brooding to himself, and you almost fall on his body.

"Jimin" you smile, words slurred.

He holds you tightly in his arms, somewhat steadies you and then opens his own mouth, "Y/N? What are you doing here? At this hour?"

"I- I had to see you, Jimin." You reply, your breath stinks of alcohol but that doesn't bother him a bit.

"How did you enter the complex? The security is tight here?" He questions.

"I snuck through the garden door, baby." You reply as if that's no big deal.

The nickname brings a flush of red on Jimin's cheeks. But he's fast to push his racing heart down, his concern should be the reason you're here at the dead of the night.

He pulls your body towards the living room and settles you down on the couch.

"Sit here. Let me bring you some water." You nod at his words innocently, which makes him chuckle at your cuteness.

"So tell me what brings you here, Y/N?" Jimin questions you, tugging some loose strands of your hair behind your ears.

You complete chugging down the water and then speak up, "What's going on between you and Soo-hui, if that's her name, that blonde?"

"What? Excuse me?" Jimin visibly tenses.

"You were busy taking care of her the entire night. You didn't even look at me. That h-hurt." Your eyes glisten.

Jimin's heart starts racing again, is it what he thinks it is?

"She's my cousin Y/N and she's a lightweight, so I had to take care of her." Jimin reasons softly.

"What- she's your cousin? Are you tell-telling me the truth?" You're giving him one of those puppy eyes and he can't resist those.

"Why would I lie to you? Hmm? But tell me why did it hurt you? Seeing me with her?" Jimin scoots closer to your body, so much so that he feels warmth radiating from you.

"As if you don't know? As-as if you don't understand that I-" you pause, your body tenses.

"That you?" Jimin presses.

"I love you, Park Jimin! I fucking love you!!" You scream at his face.

Jimin's face takes up a devilish grin, as he tries to tease you more, "Oh you do? Are you sure it's not the alcohol?"

"Alcohol? It's fucking Alcohol? Yes! I kept on drinking, and didn't wanna come back home from the bar. Jungkook and Sol-bin had to peel me off from the bar stool to get me in the car because you, you didn't pay me attention during the entire night!! And you say it's Alcohol? I cried like a baby sitting at the back of the car, Jimin!" A lone tear rolls down your cheek.

Jimin quickly wipes that with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't know."

"Why didn't you know, Jimin?" You sniff. "You are a bad boy and I know I have to pay the price but… but… why don't you understand I'm always waiting for your texts, I'm always looking forward to seeing you waiting below my apartment to pick me up for a random long drive. Why can't you see the way I admire you even when the vending machine lights illuminate your beautiful face? How much obvious do I have to be for you to understand that I'm in love with you?"

Jimin is awestruck. He knew you liked him but he was just testing your limits since you're one of the most stubborn persons he has ever encountered. He wanted to see if he was another of your shiny toys or you actually felt something for him. Taking care of Soo-hui and paying you no attention was one of his plans but he didn't expect you to break down like this. He didn't expect you to confess that you fell for him.

"Y/N, I-" he tries to say something but nothing comes out.

"I know the reputation I have doesn't suggest that I can be in love with someone so pathetically. But Jimin, it's new. The feeling that I have got, it's new. I can't quite explain… you, you are different from others. You.. you… I don't fucking know!" You growl.

Jimin understands your frustration. Not being able to put your feelings into words is frustrating indeed.

"All I know it's that I'm ready to try. I'm ready to dive into the unknown with you. If it's a breakable heaven, then let's make no rules. Let's just go with the flow. I- I probably don't make any sense right now. But it's been a cruel summer with you. Cruel enough for me to want you to know what I feel for you, how much I feel for you, wondering if you feel the same or not. I just- I can't take it anymore."

Jimin holds both of your hands on his. He brings those to his lips and kisses both of the back of your hands, "I never imagined for it all to happen like this but I am happy. I waited for you to finally come out of your shell and tell me what you feel, Y/N, because I feel just the same if not more. I love you too. I always have. And it's been a cruel summer for me too. Now let's make it better together, okay?"

You smile through tears, leaning down to reach Jimin's chest. He holds you close making up for all the times he made you pine after him when he clearly loved you back just as much.

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