#so what I'm hearing is she didn't talk about it enough / didn't put out statements soon enough. I see.

[sergle]

I really truly, from the bottom of my heart, hate you bitches so much, because on the tiktok of literally COCK AND BALL jokes w brittany broski, there were a few notes/messages like this:

And I KNOW you don't think anyone's going to check. You had someone go into your askbox and say "hiii brittany broski is shitty about palestine she's really ignorant :/" and you went oh omg I didn't know!! thanks for telling me! So I checked! This is in reference to her talking in her podcast, because people were asking why she hadn't done any big press statements about Palestine, you didn't retweet this or that, you must not care, don't you care, what's your stance, etc etc please say more OKAY COOL. So what's going on there? What did Brittany say on her podcast? Is she a Bad Person? Can I have some transcript, please? ____ "Hey guys, before we get into this week's episode, I want to talk to you about the ongoing and prolonged suffering and loss of life in Gaza, in Israel, and the oppression of Palestinian people widespread. I don't ever want it to be a question that I would ever not be against the oppression of any group of people, that I would ever stand on the side of the oppressor." "There was a lot of fear of misusing my platform." ... "I will admit that I was nervous to talk about it, because I don't want to say the wrong thing. And this is too fucking serious of an issue to misspeak, or to spread misinformation, or to speak over or for someone." ... "So I want to take a moment on my biggest platform- which is this podcast, to say that I stand with the people of Palestine, I stand for the liberation of Palestinian people." ... "Every day, to log on to social media, and be just inundated with graphic, unimaginable violence, and loss, and grief, it's just--There are no words." ... "And I feel helpless. That's part of it too, when you feel helpless, the last thing you want to do is talk to people about it-- but visibility is a resource in and of itself. And I can offer that." ... "The outpouring of rage and passion online, and anger at what's happening, I would argue needs to be dedicated and focused on our elected officials. We live in a democracy- albeit an inherently flawed one- we live in a democracy where we have elected officials who were elected and put in power to represent us, and if we feel misrepresented, if we feel underrepresented in foreign affairs? These officials have public phone numbers and emails. There are scripts available online to express your disdain and your rage, and unfortunately that's one of the only ways we'll see actionable change."   "If you expected more from me, it's a terrible feeling- but I don't want to center myself, this needs to be all eyes on Palestine right now, where the real activism is happening. I would encourage you to follow journalists that are on the ground, people who are in Gaza, we need to be listening to them. I would also hope that we're at a point in this conversation where I can express my desire to stand in solidarity with the people of Palestine and that NOT meaning or suggesting or condoning anti-Semitism of any kind. There's a rise of anti-Semitism and islamophobia in the United States and it's just-- it's disgusting, and it's scary, so I want that to be said too. I just wanted to share that I am experiencing part of this collective sense of helplessness and hopelessness-- but it DOESN'T HAVE to be hopeless. I'm going to include a phone number in the description of this episode where, if you don't know the name of your senators or your Congressman, it's never too late to learn, and you can reach out to them." _______ Hm. What a bitch!! Yeah, just so ignorant and uncaring. Obviously she's not keeping up with anything. Should've retweeted more shit ig!

#sergle.txt #I will turn off reblogs on this so fucking fast I swear to god. I have a gun. I needed to complain about this #up in my notes and my asks bc you already didn't like somebody and you believe what ppl say on anon indiscriminately. #so what I'm hearing is she didn't talk about it enough / didn't put out statements soon enough. I see. #basically a criminal offense. she should get the electric chair ig #god I mean. if my thing was comedy and I had a big audience I don't think I'd know how/when/if to do basically a #Press Conference on Literal Genocide or if I should not make it about me and my thoughts? but do shit in the small ways I can #what do you even say... I think what she said here makes sense. but maybe I'm not reading it with enough bad faith #like oh my god. OH MY GOD #so no I'm not gonna delete the clips I posted what. the fuck are we talking about #''she was frustrated on ig stories that ppl were messaging her to put out a statement'' yeah... yeah. frustration. in response to so much #bad faith directed at you. hundreds of thousands of people all saying shit At You like it all rests on you #and being told to say these words so if you say them they will be empty. myeah what a bitch basically #I personally would not experience a human emotion in response to this.

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Beauty is Pain

|| Regina George x female reader

|| Warnings: gossip talk, hookup mention, Regina's got an attitude, light swearing, y/n use

|| Sumary: Regina's high heels have been hurting her all day. Reader notices and offers that they switch shoes.

Requests open!

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Regina would never admit it out loud, but she was exhausted. Walking around school all day in heels was never easy. Sometimes she might sneak a break in the bathroom and take them off for a few minutes. But she hasn't had the chance to do that yet. Well, beauty is pain. Isn't that what they say?

At the sound of last period bell, Regina headed for the cafeteria. Her and the rest of the plastics (including you) had planned on skipping and going shopping. Karen, Gretchen and Y/N were already seated at their usual table. Talking about any and all things gossip related as they waited for Regina.

"Oh my God! Did you hear that a jock hooked up with an art freak?" Gretchen asks, grinning as she talks about the latest gossip.

"Ew, seriously?" Regina makes her presence known as she joins them at the table, taking a seat next to Y/N who smiles and gives the blonde's cheek a kiss.

"Yes! Oh my God! It's been like all over snapchat private stories." Gretchen nods, taking out her phone to show Regina the stories," seriously not fetch."

"Gretchen! Stop trying to make fetch happen." Regina rolled her eyes, Y/N would raise an eyebrow at the blonde. Noticing how she seemed to be in a mood. Not wanting to ask out right with the girls there, she takes out her phone to text Regina.

Y/N: 'Are you okay?'

Regina glanced down at her phone in her hands when she felt it buzz. Looking back at Y/N who was watching her with a concerned gaze. The blonde scoffed and texted back.

Regina: 'Fine. Obviously 🙄 shut up'

Y/N read the text and sighed. She knew Regina well enough to know she wasn't actually fine and that her attitude was the result of something. She just didn't know what; Regina's attitude was not going to scare her away from finding out.

After chatting a little more, the girls all got up and started heading towards the front doors of the school to go shopping. That's when Y/N noticed Regina was walking slightly different. Almost like she had a slight limp? Everything fell into place and made sense.

Without warning, Y/N grabbed Regina by her arm and pulled her off to the side as Gretchen and Karen went to Regina's jeep. Too busy chatting with each other to notice Y/N and Regina stopped following.

"The hell are you doing?" Regina snapped, looking at her with a look mixed with frustration and confusion.

"Switch shoes." Y/N replied, in a tone that wasn't quite asking or demanding. It was somewhere between the two.

"Excuse me? No, I'm not wearing your sneakers." Regina folded her arms as she stared down Y/N. Y/N, however, wasn't intimidated. Something Regina found awfully annoying." Plus, you can't even fucking walk in heels. You'll just embarrass both of us."

"I wasn't asking, Gina." Y/N replied, standing her ground on this. She wasn't going to let the blonde torture herself just to make a fashion statement.

Regina was taken aback. She wasn't used to being talked back to. Who in their right mind would dare talk back to Regina George? Clearly, Y/N would. Whether it was stupid or brave, Regina didn't know. Part of her couldn't help but feel impressed by her girlfriend's stubbornness with this. Usually she would argue with her, but the blonde wasn't in the mood. So (very reluctantly) she agreed. Not without groaning and rolling her eyes first, though. Obviously.

Regina reached down, one hand on Y/N's shoulder as she took off her heels. Y/N smirked, feeling pretty proud of herself for getting Regina to agree. She places her heels in Y/N's hands.

"Thank you." Y/N takes off her own shoes and hands them to Regina, the two then put on the shoes. Y/N struggling more than Regina as she nearly falls over once both feet were on the ground. Instinctively, Regina caught her before she could and scoffs. Though she makes no effort to let go of her. Even going out of her way to link their arms together so she could support her girlfriend. Y/N raises an eyebrow at Regina when she does this.

"Don't even. I'm just making sure you don't embarrass us both." Regina mutters, glaring at Y/N. Though her tone didn't come out as harsh as she wanted it to. She wasn't exactly truthful in her statement. She refuses to admit the real reason, but Y/N can tell.

With Regina's help, the two get to the jeep where Karen and Gretchen are waiting for them.

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A Monégasque Story ( Part 1 ) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her’s and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer : I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

Here I am, laying on my best friend's parents couch after spending the last 24 hours doing exactly that plus dealing with a massive hungover.

My flight landed in Monaco three days ago, and since that, Giselle and I have been glued to each other.

We didn't get to see each other much lately, I've been so busy with my finals. And with us living in different places, Giselle in London, and me in Paris, it's complicated to match our plannings.

I called her the very moment after landing, which quickly resulted to her proposing to celebrate the start of summer break (get drunk) with our friends. And that's exactly what we did. Wish resulted to our current state.

She hand me a cup of tea for the third time this afternoon, as we're desperately trying to find a place to spend the other half of our vacation.

I sit up and slightly roll up the sleeves of my cardigan before taking the cup. "Why don't we stay simple ? I think Italy would be the perfect place. It's sunny, the food is delicious, and the men are too..." I propose, a teasing smile dancing on my lips.

She laugh and shook her head lightly. "the men part does not work as an argument for me."

I meet her gaze, a knowing expression plastered on my face. "fair enough. Although I'm kind of up for a summer flying. You know, get to think about something else than work !"

"Can't relate, I never think about work." Giselle say calmly bringing her cup to her lips. I let out a laugh at her statement.

My phone suddenly start going off. I bend over to grab it from the coffee table, trying my best not to fall off the couch.

I unlock my phone, and quickly glance at the text conversation between my brother and I.

He was asking at what time I plan to get home. I quickly tap an answer before putting my phone back down.

Two empty cups and equal number of unread messages from Raphael later. Im finally standing at the front door.

"Text me when you're home !" Gisele shout from the kitchen. "yup." I answer loudly enough for her to hear before closing the door behind me.

I live in Paris since I started college, and even if I fly back to Monte Carlos often, I still miss it here.

My parents sold out our family home two years ago, since we weren't living with them anymore. Plus, they were always talking about traveling around the world just the two of them, and how exciting it will be to have this adventure for their marriage.

Even if it broke my heart to say goodbye to this house, that hold so many of my childhood memories, im really happy for them. So now, when im back in town, I usually go to my brother's.

It take me  less than 15 minutes to walk there, as I enjoy the view of the sun starting set slowly. I missed it so much. One of the thing I love the most about Monaco is how little it is, you can literally walk everywhere. Ironically enough, it's also what I hated the most about living here when I was a teenager, it seemed like my world was so little. Now I found peace in coming back here, it seems like time stop for a moment.

Once at the flat, I close the front door behind me and drop my bag on the couch.

The windows are open, letting a soft breeze dance between the sheers as the golden light from the now lot lower sun fill the living room.

I sat down on the couch, and send a quick message to Giselle to tell her I got home safe, Knowing that if I forget, she's going to come see for herself. She can be such a drama queen sometimes, and I love her for that.

I make my way toward my bedroom wanting only one thing, take a long hot shower. But as i pass the guest room a voice catch my attention.

I furrow my eyes brow as hear someone speak but it's not my brother. It sound familiar but I can't seem to remember where I heard it.

I push the door open, and my eyes directly fall on a pair of green ones. I frown, not only they seem familiar but I know exactly who own them.

And just like that, everything stop. I dive deeply into them, my breath become shorter and my mind goes back where my teenager heart installed itself years ago.

7 years earlier :

I am on the porch of my family house sitting on the staircase, my back against the gate. Observing my brother and his friends playing basket in our garden, a book with the world cheesiest cover in my hand. I was mesmerized by it, it was my first romance book ever and it made me dream of something I didn't know I wanted. Love.

As my eye travel between the pages I can't repress the big smile of pure euphoria off of my fifteen years old face.

I only detached my curious eyes off the words when I see a shadow approach. I quickly shut the book and look up, only to see Charles. "Hey."  I say a little too flustered. "Hey you too, what are you reading ?" he say trying to catch the book in my hand, I try an escape but he take it from my grip with a devious smile.

I wasn't particularly ashamed of reading romance, but definitely ashamed that my crush just caught me reading it, which is so gross.

He look at the cover, with a teasing grin on his perfectly sculptured face.

"Oh I seeeee," I drop my head between my knee and let out an ashamed groan. He giggle, "Stop being so shy, im just teasing you. This is so cute honestly."

"Charles stop I don't want to speak about that with you." I tell him, ready for a hole to open under me and swallow me entirely.

He kneel in front of me, make me raise my head by taking my chin between his hand, caressing it softly. "You know you don't have to be ashamed with me, it's good." He say softly. " It's completely normal for you to find interest in that, everyone do at our age, it's called being a teenager." He laugh lightly, I do too relaxing a little.

"But seriously, if you have any questions whatever it is you can ask me, I will be happy to help you."

I blush, look down then look back up at him again. "thank you Charlie."

"Charles ?" I ask in shock.

I stand there, completely stuck in place. I literally fell my heart beating in every fibers of my skin.

He look so handsome. I take my time to look at him up and down, taking in every changes and details. Don't get me wrong, I watch formula one so I know what he look like. It's just that it's been a while since I've seen him for real.

I finally look back in his eyes, just to discover he was doing the exact same thing I was doing a second ago. He was gazing intently at every curve and part of me, like he was trying to learn every single one of them.

When his beautiful green-ish colored eyes cross my again, smiles broke on both of our faces. 

"Salut," (hi ) He let out suddenly,  His voice holding an inch of hesitation and shyness in it. It's so freaking cute.

I try to contain my smile, still not believing my eyes. "Salut,"

Charles is my brother's best-friend. We grew up together, and for as far as can remember, I always had a crush on him. How could I not.

It has been one sided for the most part. Till 4 years ago when he started to reciprocate, we kind of started something but not so long after, I was leaving for Paris.

Since that, we keep on missing each other. Every time im here he's out of town, and vise versa. We didn't talk during this 4 years. We just kind of got on with our lives.

"Raph m'as pas dit que tu venais. T'es arrivé quand ?" ( Raph didn't tell me you were coming, when did you get here ? ) I say in disbelief, while going for a quick hug.

"J'ai atterri ce matin. C'était pas prévu mais je vais être à Monaco pour quelles semaines." ( I landed this morning actually. It wasn't planned, but im going to be in Monaco for a couple of weeks.) Charles smile as I pull away, he look at me up and down again. It make me weak in the knees and I fell like somehow he knows it.

As I look away my gaze catch a luggage at the foot of the bed. I look back at Charles in confusion. "You're staying here ?"

Charles nod lightly "Only for a couple of days. I let one of my friend and his girlfriend crash at my place since they are in town for a couple of weeks, and I wasn't supposed to be home for a while."

He's still not taking his eyes off of me, making me melt under his gaze.

He lock eyes with me, not saying anything. I love the way he look at me, he make me fell special. He blush when he realize he was staring.

He clear his throat lightly, "I was one the phone with your brother just before you got here and he's going to be out for a while, something to do with one of the boat."

I nod, "Right, well what do you want to do meanwhile ?" I question.

He smile at me "Viens avec moi, j'ai besoin d'aide pour défaire mes bagages." ( Come with me, I need help with unpacking. ) he say his hand delicately going on the small of my back slightly pushing me toward his luggage.

We start to unpack, Charles stand by the drawer, as im siting on the bed passing him his clothes. Catching up on what happened in our lives lately.

"J'ai hâte de la rencontrer, je suis sur qu’elle a des super pouvoirs. J'ai jamais vu Raph s'attacher autant à quelqu'un avant." ( Im actually quite impatient to meet this girl, im sure she have super powers. I've never seen Raph head over heels over someone before. )

I nod at him smiling at the thought "Il l'est vraiment. Et c'est vrai qu'elle est incroyable" ( Yeah, he really his. And she is pretty amazing I might add.) here he his again looking at me ready to tease me.

"Je suis certain que tu dis pas ça juste parce que c'est ta meilleure amie !"( Im sure you're not saying that because she is your best friend !) I chock my head, a smile on my lips. "Non pas du tout. Toute les personnes qui me fréquente sont genial" (No I'm not, every person who frequent me are incredible.) I say jokingly.

"Je devrai rester coller a toi alors" ( I should stay as close to you as possible then! ) He state teasingly. I don't know how long he's actually planning on staying but im gonna have a pretty hard time if he continue to say things like that to me. Im already so overwhelmed with emotions and it's only been an hour.

I always thought the silly crush I had on him will stay in my childhood, like something I will think about and be like "how could that happen". but here I am feeling this exact same sensations I was feeling on that porch, like nothing really changed.

Im not naive. I don't expect anything from him. I already kind of experimented how he is when it comes to relationships, and that’s not attractive to me.

We continue to unpack everything, while he's telling me some behind the scene of formula one. I love listening to him talking about his work, he's so passionate about it and excited to explain every details of it. It's charming.

"So what are you planning to do while you’re in break ?" We moved to his bed, after we finished organizing everything. I sat in front of his lied down body.

"I don't know actually, it's been a while since I've been here for more than two days." He began, stirring up a little. "I think I'm just happy to get to be with you and Raph, so whatever we do is fine by me" the biggest smile made its way on my face. "Thank you for saying that." he smile back "it's true."

He get up to take something out of the front pocket of his travel bag. "Wish made me think, I have something for you." he get back to me with a little package in his hand and give it to me.

I furrow my eyebrows at him as open it, just to see a gorgeous necklace with a little charm dawdling at the end of it. "It's so pretty, but why?" I say locking eyes with him. Im in aww, my literally eyes shining, "I saw it a few months ago when I was in Italy and it made me think of you, so I buy it and since im here I thought it was the perfect occasion to give it to you."

My eyes widened "Slow down a minutes, you buy this months ago ? Did you already knew you we were going to see each other ? I don't understand." I say with a confused expression.

He chock his head, "No I didn't, but I knew I was going to see you at some point, and I wanted to have it then." I blush at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you so much Charles." I jump in his arms which he immediately respond by squeezing me tightly.

We stay like that just enjoying the warm of our bodies against one another.

Once we pulled away, I sat with my back toward Charles. He pass the necklace in front of me. I take a fistful of my hair, freeing my neck for him.

Once he attached it, I drop the hold on my hair making them fall back on my back. he push them away a little and press a kiss on my shoulder not saying anything. I fell butterflies rise in my stomach.

I turn around locking eyes with him "Thank you." He blush lightly. "You're very welcome love."

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When my brother gets home, Charles and I are sitting on the balcony, enjoying the cooler air.

I love how Monaco fell like a party every single second. From the moment the sun went completely down, thousands of apartments started to light up all around the principality.

We can see people walking down the road all dressed up and ready to have a blast. it's a all mood, and it's magical.

"Y/n you're here." I hear from behind me. I stop my conversation with Charles and sightly twist my upper body on the sofa to look behind me, inside the apartment.

I send a smile in Raphael's direction, as he make his way to us, opening the already ajar glass door.

"Hey, sorry that I took so long." he say, kissing my cheeks to say hello.

He didn't miss the oportunity to ruffle my hair just after, just to piss me off.

If a look could kill, he'll be dead by now.

"Some idiots, rented a yacht and ruined it, I had to deal with all the paper work for the assurance, and the obviously dump tourists, that suddenly couldn't understand anything I was saying." he sight, crossing his arms and leaning against the gate.

My brother own yachts and boats. Well technically "we" do. He had taken upon the family business when our parents moved. He rent them so people can organize parties, weeding... And he also navigate for people who went to visit around.

"Shit." Charles let out from behind me, concern in his voice. "And did you find a solution ?"

"Yeah, well at least I think so, we'll see in the morning." he smile sightly, and focus his attention back on me. "btw Charles is staying with us!"

"Yeah i caught up on that."I snort at my brother, making Charles laugh.

I send a smile in his direction which he is quick to return, with his pretty dimples.

"So, what do you guys want to do tonight ?" I ask looking between the two.

I hate being the one responsable of picking places to go to, because if it's not good or something it's all on me.

Raphael, shrugs "Whatever you and Charles want, im not picky." And it's true, he was incredibly easy to please.

I turn to Charles, he turn to me, smirk, than say the infamous words "whatever you pick is fine by me." This bastard.

"You guys are impossible." I sight.

To be continued...

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Hey I saw you're still taking requests... what about a batman x reader where the justice league meets his wife (the reader) by accident? And maybe they're shocked because he's so secretive and she's really sweet and just the total opposite of him. Feel free to ignore if this doesn't sound interesting to you. I love your writing 💗

Hey! I love this prompt, thanks for sending it in :) I made the reader gender neutral, I hope that's okay!

Bruce Wayne x spouse!gn!reader. No warnings, just Bruce being a little shit (and a sweet hubby).

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You press your palm to the reader at the entrance of the Cave and jog down the stairs, talking all the way.

"Honey, Alfred and I are going to..."

Six superhero faces stare back at you. Bruce is in the cowl, expression hard to parse. Your brows rise.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know B had company. I'll leave you to it," you say, beginning to back up the stairs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," says Green Lantern. You can't tell through the mask lenses, but you think he might be zeroed in on the ring on your left hand. "Uh, Spooky? Something you wanna tell us?"

You freeze on the steps. Bruce looks at you, then crosses the Cave in a few long strides. He stops next to you.

Sorry, you mouth at him. He shakes his head and reaches out to squeeze your hand.

"Hold the fucking phone," Green Arrow begins. "You're his—"

"Partner," Wonder Woman says instantly. She sounds pensive. "I have never seen you look at anyone like that, Bruce."

Bruce doesn't say anything, not that you expect him to. You feel him tense.

He'd been content to keep his family as private as possible, and you hadn't minded being kept separate. You know it's out of extreme protectiveness and the fact that you're the only one of the Wayne family who doesn't put a suit on and fight crime.

There's a moment of silence as the League studies you, then Bruce. You smile slowly and wave.

"Hi, Justice League. Nice to meet you all."

"Hello," says the Martian Manhunter, who's probably known about you since you entered Wayne Manor.

"You got married without telling us?" Superman sounds hurt.

Bruce heaves a sigh.

"We got married during the League's infancy. Please spare me the theatrics. Of course I didn't tell you."

"We revealed our identities two years ago!" Superman argues. "You didn't want to mention you have a spouse?"

Superman nods at you then. "Uh, of course, it's still very nice to meet you."

You smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Superman."

"Clark," he corrects hastily. Then he turns to Bruce again, upset flaring. "Bruce—"

"You're upset over nothing," Bruce says. "We weren't close when I got married, and I never found it a pertinent detail."

You roll your eyes.

"B," you say, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon. Try to be a little gentler about this, hm?"

Bruce looks at you. You smile at him and squeeze his wrist encouragingly. He eventually turns back to the League.

"Very well, you're right. Clark, that was harsh of me. My apologies."

The League startles.

"Whoa. Rewind. Hold up. Did Spooky just apologize?" Green Lantern asks. "Did I just get zeta'd?"

Bruce sighs. You stifle a laugh and kiss his bicep. His hand slips to your back.

"Aw, you guys are cute," Flash says jovially. "Congrats, B! Even if it's been almost six years."

Bruce nods. "Thank you, Allen."

"It is incredible how the better half can transform the other," says Wonder Woman, and you preen a little at the compliment.

Clark looks flabbergasted. It takes him a second to speak again.

"Um. That's... okay, Bruce. I forgive you. I suppose you did it out of protection, right?"

"I'm just a boring ol' civilian," you say, nodding. "No powers or years of Krav Maga training here. B worries."

"You're not boring," Bruce says fiercely, quiet enough for only you to hear... and Clark, who has superhearing, and who softens at the statement.

"This is so weird," Green Lantern says, and Bruce glares at him.

"I mean, it's sweet!" he hastily adds. "Uh, you guys are very sweet together, like Bar said. I just feel like I've been mind controlled or something."

"If it was mind control, you wouldn't still be talking," Bruce says flatly.

"Okay, alright, point taken. Shutting up. It's very nice to meet you, though," Green Lantern says to you.

"You as well," you say warmly. "All of you. I want to thank you for looking out for him all these years and bringing him home safe."

Wonder Woman smiles at you. "It is a great honor to fight alongside him. And we are happy he has someone to come home to."

"Seconded," Clark says. "You deserve someone special, B. And I can tell they're just that."

Your face feels warm under all the praise. Bruce is quiet for a long moment. When he speaks again, there's a slight tremor in his voice.

"Thank you. I—they are the best thing to ever happen to me."

You have to kiss Bruce for that, cowl be damned. He meets you gently, and you keep it short but full of love. Flash aww's.

"Well," you say, laughing bashfully. "I suppose I'll let you all get back to work. Nice to meet you. Goodbye. Bruce, I'm going out with Alfred."

Bruce nods. "Call me when you get home."

"'Course, sweetheart. I always do."

You head up the stairs. Flash starts to speak.

"Y'know, I told you all when I got married," he says. "You guys were the first people I told! We didn't even know Clark's identity then. I think you could've loosened the reins, Bruce."

"Yeah, no. You telling a bunch of superhero co-workers is infinitely stranger than Bruce never telling us, Bar."

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x gender neutral reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman x you #batman x reader #batman fanfiction #batman x yn #inbox #blurb

[bandgie]

Ghost in the Night

Ghostface!Jeongin x fem!reader

AU 1 | AU 2

synopsis: Keep your doors locks, shut your windows, don't go outside after sundown. Rules were quickly put in place when a killer, known as 'Ghostface,' began terrorizing your city. You listened to all these rules until finals night, but still, there's no way in hell Ghostface could get to you. Right?

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBCON/NONCON, breaking an entry, implied kidnapping, PIV, forced oral (m! receiving), face slapping, blood/murder, face fucking, slight pain during sex (no prep) crying/begging, cumming inside, degrading words (slut, bitch, etc), not proofread,

4.1k words shheesshhh

Another college student was found dead. Their throat slashed along with their stomach. The police found them in their apartment with the words 'COME FIND ME' smeared on the walls with blood. The story along made you queasy. This killer, who the town nicknamed Ghostface, has been on a spree for about two weeks now. It really happened out of the blue. One day, you're attending college parties, and the next, you're too scared to even shop for necessities.

Rumors began to speculate about who it could be. Many people thought it was the rival university, some thought it was the son of the dean who couldn't get into the school, most thought it was just a psycho. The question remained though, why did Ghostface only go after college students?

Your friends dropped out of college upon hearing the news. They urged you to do the same, but you were so close to graduating that you decided to push through. After all, most of the students attacked were sorority or frats, you weren't either of them. If you kept your head down, didn't attend the stupid parties students kept throwing because they liked the thrill, you would be fine.

So here you were, on the second floor of the library late at night. You're thankful your library had open hours until midnight, it was great for last minute studying. The librarian was very friendly, even offering to drive you home. "I hear about what's been happening," she tells you as she rubs her trails hands.

You shake your head, "Thank you for your concern. I really don't wanna waste your time, I'll be fine." She eyes you cautiously, as if hoping you'd second guess yourself and take her offer. When you don't, she sighs. "Fine, deary. You be safe out there." You nod your head and watch her descend back to her from post.

-

A few hours pass before you decide to head home, your brain fried from all the studying. You wave the librarian a goodbye and exit the doors, greeted with the moon and stars in the sky. Had there not been a killer loose, you would have loved to admire the view. It's a blood moon tonight, and you pray that it's a good omen.

While walking back to your dorm, you couldn't help but hear music blasting. You pass one of the frat dorms, watching as people passed out in the front lawns and other vomiting. You grimaced at the sight. How could they party like this when people were being brutally murdered? You ignored their hollers and whistles to continue on your path.

"Hey!" One of them shouts at you. You ignore it, walking faster to get to your safe place. "Hey! I'm calling you!" Still, you maintain your pace. If you keep walking fast enough, you'll be able to-

"Damn girl! I'm tryna talk to you," the guy had caught up to you. He held you by your upper arms stinking of booze. You turned to face him in an attempt to intimidate him, "I'm not interested." You try your best to sneer, but he only laughs. "Never said I wanted you to be. I was just gonna say you shouldn't be walking all alone." His ominous statement send chills down your spine.

"I appreciate you tryna be my hero, but like I said, I'm not interested." You sternness throws him off, and he quickly lets go of your arm. "Bitch," he mumbles, "I was just tryna help." You don't bother replying, quickly turning around to escape his presence. You can't trust anyone, you can't take your chances.

You make a sharp turn, hoping that you're out of his sight. It doesn't take long to hear the familiar steps behind you. Rather than ignoring him this time, you turn around quickly to confront him. "Didn't you fucking hear me? I said-" You stop yourself. You were fully excepting to see his drunk ass behind you, but instead your faced with nothing.

You shiver, whipping back around to scurry home. It was just the wind, you think. You can feel your heartbeat in your chest, feel the blood that pumps in your veins. No no no, calm down. You're fine. There's nothing here. Even while you try to relax your heartbeat, you start hearing the footsteps again.

Too scared to turn around, you run. Maybe there's nothing behind you at all. Maybe you're running like a manic only scaring yourself more. It doesn't matter though, you're filled with too much fear to think rationally.

Another turn, and you can see your dorm complex in the distance. You stop running as fast, convinced that you're just overreacting. You do keep a fast walk though, still unsure if you could really walk so carelessly. Your gaze is up in the sky, watching how the moon gets bigger and bigger.

The sky provides a good amount of light as you finally make your way to the front door as your house. You reach for your keys only to see that your front door is already open. Your eyebrows raise, unsure if your roommate just got home and forgot to close the door. You push it open, taking a peek. The lights are off and it's quiet. Perhaps they just forgot and went to sleep.

You walk in and flick on the light, setting your bag down. It's not until your eyes are better adjusted in the lighting that you see your roommate. She's hunched over, limp on the couch as if she was waiting for you. You gasp at her, jumping slightly.

"Oh my god!" You breathe. "Jesus Christ you scared the shit outta me." You take steps towards her waiting for her response. There is none. "Hey, girl you good?" You reach out to grasp her shoulder and the little contact makes her fall on the ground. It's then that you see the blood that pool on the couch, how easily her head lolls to the side.

You fall to the ground with her, flipping her around to see a giant slash across her neck. Her eyes are wide with fear, her mouth open as if she was screaming. You can't help but try to shake her despite it being in vain, tears falling down your face. You're so caught up in your mourning that you don't hear the footsteps that come towards you.

A shadow hovers over you, and you turn around to see the familiar descriptions you've seen in the news. A black cloak, gloved hands, a white mask with a permanent open mouth. You cry even harder upon the sight. A part of you doesn't think it's real, that it's all just a sick dream you're having. Even as the killer kneels down towards you to stare at your face, you pray it's just a nightmare.

"I had to come pretty quick, you were almost home," it speaks. You don't really register what he's saying. He straightens back up, "You know, I also killed that dude back there that grabbed you. Guys like that piss me off. They have no respect for personal space ya know what I mean?" Perhaps he said that as a joke, considering this man literally killed your roommate mere moments ago.

"Please," your voice is horse and thick with emotion. "I don't want-want to die." You start sobbing, bloody hands cradling your face in an attempt to comfort yourself. The masked man cocks his head to side, seemingly intrigued by your cries. "You think I'm gonna kill you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, yanking your head up by your hair. You whimper and nod, vision blurry with tears.

You try begging more, but all that comes out are garbles sentences and pathetic wails. Ghostface is rather enjoying the show, smiling behind his mask. "You've got a good crying face. Keep begging," his grip tightens on your hair. You do, and honestly he didn't even need to ask. In the midst of your sobs, you can feel the cold edge of something sharp against your throat. You feel it slowly dig into your neck, but not hard enough to break the skin.

The contact makes you freeze up, eyes wide with absolute terror. Ghostface literally moans at the sight. "Fuck, I love that look." He makes the knife dances around your neck, staring at how your pupils dilate. Pleasurable shivers travel his body, and he can feel the blood traveling to his cock. Killing you now would be a waste, he should at least have some fun first.

He removes the knife from your neck throws it across the room. You jump at the clattering noise, almost missing how he uses his now free hand to yank his pants down. On your knees, your face-to-dick with his half hard on. You almost throw up at the realization, eyes staring into the masks eyes pleading.

He shoves his crotch closer to your face, smearing his cock on your face. You keep your mouth closed, determined to keep your dignity intact. Ghostface doesn't like this, and pulls your hair back so hard you think you'll go bald. "You think this is a fucking game?" He forces you to look at him while he speaks. "You wanna end up like your bitch roommate? Huh?" You shake your head as you sob.

"That's what I fuckin' thought, get to work slut."

You don't think you can manage to even keep your mouth open with how violently your sobbing, but Ghostface doesn't wait for you to open up all the way. He quickly shoves his half hard in your mouth. You wrap your lips around it, trying your best not to gag. A part of you thinks about biting down on him, and he must see a glint in your eyes because he yanks your face off him.

The force of his pull makes you cry out, but he responds by slapping you hard across the face with his free hand. Pain surges in your face, and you can't help the continuous tears that fall. "If you fucking bite me, I'll make you choke on your own insides," he threatens. If it wasn't for the corpse of your roommate mere feet away, you would still believe him because of the look in his eye.

"I won't!" You speak through your cries. "I promise I promise just please don't hurt me." Ghostface smiles under his mask, giving your cheeks three more light slaps before shoving your face back on his cock. Determined to prove your life is worthy, you stick your tongue out to lick his underside. You can tell he surprised by the way his breath hitches.

You let your lips run over his length along with your tongue. Salvia quickly begins to pool in your mouth, and you spit on his dick. You carefully reach your hands up, scared that he might slap you again. You can tell he's watching with judgement as you grab the base of his cock with one of your hands. Your other one steads on your thigh as you let your mouth fall open.

Working in one fluid motion, you bob your head to the speed of your hand. His cock is smooth, save for the pulsating of his veins. He's completely hard now, and it's pretty difficult to get more than half his girth between your lips. Your hands become sticky with precum and spit. You can feel how your drool dibbles down your cheeks as you continue to take him in your mouth.

Now there's two hands in your hair, and he's started pull you closer and closer to him. A particular thrust of his hips has you gagging, nearly coughing his cock out. He doesn't let you pull him out, instead forcing you to keep a couple inches in. You're making noises that both sound like moaning and suffocating, and it turns him on a lot more than he'd like to admit.

Watching you try your best to suck his cock like your life depends on it makes him feel alive because, well, your life does depend on it. You doe eyes wide with fear and concentration amuses him, makes him feel almost bad for the fact that he's still going to kill you when you're done. Not to mention your lips, how swollen and red they are from pleasuring him.

A part of him wishes he could take his mask off, make you look him in the eyes rather than his mask. The clear view could possible make him cum quickly in your mouth. Instead, Ghostface makes do with your current state. You're dripping in him and your own liquids, hands feverishly moving easily in the slobber.

All you and him can hear are your choked sobs, wet sucking, and the occasional movement of his hips hitting your face. To both of your shock, you find yourself getting aroused by his cock in your mouth. The fear in your stomach slowly begins to bubble into desire. Your panties getting slightly damp. You can't stop yourself as you clench you thighs together to get some friction.

You try to convince yourself that it's normal to get like this in a life or death situation. There's been cases of people's brain getting so scared that it gets sexually stimulated. You pray that this is the case now because you're starting to think how pretty this man's moans is. He sounds breathy, needy, desperate. Like he hasn't gotten much action in a while, or at least not to this extent.

A self-defense mechanism, you try to tell yourself as your pussy begins to seep through your underwear.

Ghostface suddenly thrusts his hips into your face, his cock hitting your throat deep. You throat contracts around him, and the pressure has him pulsing. You think you might suffocate with how he just keep shoving his dick into your mouth without caring how you claw at his thighs. Then he moans, almost sings his groans as he shoots his cum down your throat.

If you thought you were suffocating then, you must be dying now. His hot cum chokes you and slightly trickles down your chin. Your wide eyes have now rolled to the back of your head, and your chest began burning from lack of oxygen. Perhaps this is how you go out, dead by dick.

Just before you can feel yourself lose consciousness, he pulls away. You gasp and cough for air, hands grabbing your throat. Ghostface takes a few steps back as if he was surprised by his own orgasm. You heave, lungs burning from the intake of fresh air. Before you have the chance to fully recover, he pulls you up by the back of you head and harshly throws you on the couch. You hate how your shirt begins to grow damp with your roommate's blood, but you try to persuade yourself that it's just sweat.

Ghostface is between your legs in a matter of seconds, lifting up your skirt to expose your underwear.

You're still trying to catch your breath as your hands aimlessly attempt to push him off. You hear him snicker, gripping your thighs tightly to pull them apart. He sighs dreamily, "You're so wet baby. I can't tell if you're that turned on from sucking my cock or if you're so scared you pissed yourself."

Shame overtakes you, and you fight even harder to push him away. He only laughs at your attempts, releasing you for just a second to wrap his hands around his throat. Your finger try to pry him off, but all he does it squeeze harder. You can feel your face turning read, the familiar sensation of suffocating returning.

"I thought you would have learned to be nicer to me by now," he tsks. "Be a good girl and let me fuck you. I would rather like to fuck this pussy warm and alive." You can't verbally answer him since he's crushing your windpipe, so you meekly nod. He released your throat just before your vision went fully dark.

His gloves hands trail over your body, cupping at your breasts before continuing on their way down. You're scared that moving would make you faint, so you stay still as he explores your body. You can feel the warmth of his hands through the latex. How strong his fingers are as they reopen your legs. He rubs a thumb on your clothed pussy, keeping on hand on your abdomen.

Then, he does something even he knows he shouldn't do; Takes off his mask. If you weren't so oxygen-deprived, you could probably see his clearly. All you can make out is his dark hair, thick eyebrows, full lips. His specific features are a little hazy, but you can see enough to know that despite your better judgment, he's not bad looking at all.

He throws the mask onto your face, blocking your vision. "Don't take it off," he commands. "Take that mask off and I'll rip your throat out with my hands." You nod as shivers run down your body, "I won't." Those are all the words he needs to heat before moving your under to the side. The sight of your aroused clit has his breath caught in his throat, he's never seen anything as beautiful.

"Oh baby," he practically moans. His fingers feel a little uncomfortable as he plays with your lower lips, but it's not painful. He smears your wetness all over your pussy and thighs. Ghostface is amazed at how much your pussy was drooling for him. Maybe you're sick too, just like him.

Your cunt feels cold when he withdraws his hand from you, and your body reactively chases his touch. You hate how you hear him chuckle at your actions. He takes his finger and shoves it into his mouth, curious about your taste. You can't see too clear, but from the way his eyebrows go up, he likes what he ate.

"I'd kill to eat your pussy," he compliments. "Don't have the time to though, maybe next time."

No prep, no lube, just this man precisely angling his cock to your soppy entrance. You're whimpering quietly, little sounds as if to say please don't when it only entices him more. He lets out a soft groan when his tip enters your soft walls. You try to close your legs, but now with two hands gripping the back of your thighs, you really don't have a choice.

He pushes in, and you use both your hand to cover your mouth. He has more length than girth, so it feels never ending as he slides in. It's slightly painful at first, but you find yourself feeling satisfying full. Your assaulter can't fit himself all the way since you're too tight, but it's enough for him to rock his hips.

There's no warm up to his strokes, and your thrown in forced pleasure all too quickly. The feeling of his sliding in and out, how he manages to get deeper and deeper each time, the bruising grip on your thighs. Now you're covering your mouth to suppress your moans rather than cries. Even though, he can still hear how you squeak and groan as he pounds into you.

He watches as your breasts bounce from underneath your shirt, the way your body completely shifts every time he thrusts into you. You can say you want him to stop all you want, but he can feel how inviting your pussy has gotten. Almost begging in to stay inside, to pump you full of his cum.

Now he meets you at the hilt, his pelvis slapping against your ass. It's getting hard to breath under his mesh mask, but you don't dare to take it off. You should be ashamed with how you look up at him, practically admiring his expressions and how he groans. From what you can see, his mouth is fallen open as he moans carelessly. Like he didn't just make you take his cock, like he didn't just kill your roommate without remorse.

The pain is completely gone, and you find yourself wondering how you could have been in pain to begin with. He's so good with his cock, like he knows where in your cunt you like it. His hands stay at your thighs, but you wish he could use his gloves fingers to rub your clit. You might've been gripping his by his broad shoulders if you weren't too busy quieting yourself.

Even without the stimulation on your lower lips, you can feel your stomach tightening. The warm orgasm slowly collecting in your abdomen. You let your legs fall open even more, eager for him to drive deeper into you. He accepts happily, laughing maniacally. "God fuck, I knew you were a fucking slut. Putting your nose in a book, acting like a good little girl when you're just as sick as me."

'W-What?" You can't stop from questioning him. Has he been watching you this whole time?

You don't think he's going to answer you with how hard he's driving his hips into you, but he does. "The library. You- ngh fuck!- rather be a fucking loser than party. That scared of me huh?" He cackles. "So scared that you take my fat cock." He stops talking for a few beats to focus on fucking you.

"Aw shit, I'm gonna cum inside you." A statement, not a request. His thrusts become sloppy, aggressive. You cam feel his tip in your throat with how deep he is, and you lose your composure. One of your hands whisk down to rub your aching clit. The movement startles him for a second, but then he smiles once he realizes.

You're despicable. You should feel huge amounts of disgrace as you finish on his cock, but you don't. Instead you feel bliss with your walls squeezing around him. The sudden pressure of your pussy makes him whimper, then cum right after. He's so warm, so lively that you forget that he's a serial killer.

He gives you a few more deep strokes to ride out his high, making you tremble. Your legs shake as he slowly pulls out, but his grip on your legs in firm. He watches as his and your cum oozes out, like blood from a gash. He moans at the sight, feeling his softening cock twitch.

You're breathing heavily under him, still whimpering from the aftershocks. The post nut has not hit yet, and you're tying to relish in his body warmth. If you close your eyes, you can imagine that he's just a hook up. You can tell yourself that you'll get Plan B after this, that you'll take a shower and go to sleep. And when you wake up in the morning, it'll be like nothing happened.

That's not true though, and your fantasy is quickly shut down when his hands wrap around your neck. You gasp at the feeling, your weak hands clawing at his wrists. You both know your fighting is in vain, he was going to kill you regardless of what you did. Tears spring your eyes as you come to terms with your fate. So much for graduating on time.

Maybe it's your tears that have an effect on time. Maybe it's the fact that your pussy is still dripping with him, but Ghostface is having a change of heart. He uses one hand to rip the mask off your face to look into your eyes. It's his favorite part when taking someone's life. Yours though, are not the same. Yes he can see the sadness, the pain, but he can see something he hasn't seen before: Acceptance.

With the mask off, you're able to see his face clearly. He looks like he's thinking with the gentle creases on his forehead. His nose is scrunches and his eyebrows furrowed, and you can't help but think he's..."Cute."

It's the last thing I.N hears you say before you pass out, face turning a purple color. He quickly releases his grip on you, pressing a finger under your chin to feel for a pulse. When he feels it, he sighs in relief. Killing you was on his list since he first saw you weeks ago at the library. You did party, he's seen you before. Yet, watching you turn into a hermit because of him was romantic. He loves having that much power over people, over you.

I.N knows better than to play with his food, but he might make an exception this time. After all, he does have a spare room waiting to be used.

a/n: this took a few days and I feel like I could have done better but here ya go, feeback is appreciated update: au part here!

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[pinkynana]

fwb!haechan x insecure reader

summary: hyuck hasn't fucked you for over a week so you think that he replaced you.

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, pussy eating, finger sucking, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, filming during sex unhealthy fwb relationship, reader is in love with hyuck (but it's never really mentioned), degradation, reader referred as "sex toy", afab! reader, mark is their mutual friend.

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"we haven't texted, called or whatever other interactions you can think of." you tell mark. 

"maybe he's just busy." he suggested but your hand was fast to grab his shoulder fiercely. "bullshit! he fucked me in his lap while doing his assignment." 

"i didn't need to know that." mark blinked as you ignored the statement. 

"i need dick." you said with a voice probably loud enough for anyone near you to hear which made mark shushed you in a panic manner. 

"i'll call him for you." 

"no!' you snatched his phone. 

"dude, what do you want?" at this point, mark rolled his eyes. you let out a heavy sigh and bumped your head on the table. 

"what if he wants to stop? cause like, he got bored or something? i mean, how does one break up with their fuck buddy? is break up even the right term? maybe he found a better pussy haver." 

"are you insecure?" mark concluded, which made you suddenly go quiet and look the other way. 

"i'm telling him." he grabbed his phone back from you and left you at the library, ignoring the way you yelled his name to come back. 

-

hyuck is in your studio apartment now. mark told him about you being insecure. you're gonna go kill that canadian some day. 

both of you were still standing in your doorway. you played with your nightgown, avoiding his eye contact. 

"not gonna say anything?" haechan leaned his side on your wall, showing off his confidence. you looked up at him once but immediately looked back down to your feet. 

"come in."  you turned around to head to your bed but as soon as you did that, hyuck pulled you back around and kissed you hard. and it feels like you've found everything that's been missing in your life. kissing hyuck was as amazing as you remembered. you wished that you could kiss him all the time. 

he started guiding your body backwards to your bed. having fucked you on that very bed too many times, he knows his ways of your apartment. 

"missed me, princess?" he chuckled and you nodded. "missed you so much." you kissed him again, putting your hands behind his neck to push his lips on yours. 

"so much, hyuck. you don't even know." his kisses went downwards to your jaw and neck, giving you new hickeys since the ones he gave you last time had already faded. "miss you too, baby." your back landed on your bed. "spread your leg for me, hmm?" 

and you did just that. hyuck cupped your still covered cunt and smirked at how wet you already were. "can't wait, huh?" 

but then the air felt a little tight as you made eye contact. "hyuck.." your voice sounded like you were about to crack. 

he leaned his forehead against yours. "you need anything?" you don't know how to answer that. 

"hyuck." you called him again. 

"what?" 

a long silence appeared until you finally spoke. "why didn't you talk to me?" 

"i was-" 

"did you find a new friend to fuck? is she better than me? should i do what she does? i- i don't mind you fucking other people." you lied. "i can get better in sex if you want me to. i just don't want this to stop." you were about to cry at that point. 

"baby, no.. no no no no. i'm not fucking anyone." he started kissing everywhere. 

"it has nothing to do with you. it's all on me. i'm sorry for not texting or calling." 

you wiped away the tear that barely dropped out, feeling pathetic.

"let me fuck you, baby. show you how much i love this pussy. no one else's is better." he crawled down so his face was leveled with your pussy, pushing your legs so that your knees were bent and your dress slipping down. "up, please." 

you lifted your hips so he could take off your thin panties with his teeth. he's never done that before and you feel yourself getting more wet at the sight of it. you whined his name when he spits your panties out of his mouth. 

"fucking love this pussy." he said before giving it a harsh suck. switching between licking and sucking like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. you felt like you could cum just by the way he remained eye contact while pleasuring your cunt. you knew he didn't want you to look away. so you didn't. 

he started biting your thighs to make you crave his touch on your pussy. "hyuck, don't tease me." you pout. he didn't care. he'd tease you all he wants, giving you open mouthed kisses so near to where you needed him. you reached your hand down to pull at his hair and angled your hips to his mouth where you wanted him. 

"fucking yourself on my face, huh?" he groaned. "nasty baby." he pushed your hands away from his head and leaned backwards. 

"hyuck, wanna cum." 

"i know." he slapped your cunt once. "cum while i'm inside you." he started stripping in front of you, making you want to take off your nightgown but he made a rule that only he should take your clothes off during sex. 

"turn around for me, baby." so you had your ass up for him, your face in your pillows. 

before he did anything else, he took your phone on your nightstand to open your camera app and started recording, putting it back at the night stand. "i'm recording us, alright? so you could remember how much i love fucking you. you'll never think i want to fuck anyone else ever again." He's not asking for permission. he's just telling you a matter of fact. 

"okay, hyuck." you didn't mind the recording. it's not the first time anyway. you're almost sure your friends have the video in their hands. 

in a blink of an eye, he's inside you and already thrusting himself slowly. you love everything that he does to you. "love this. love it, hyuck." you mumbled into your pillows. 

he adjusted his position as he held your waist, pounding into you as if you were his little fuck toy. if he wanted you to, you would. be there for him whenever he has blue balls, whenever he needs to get his dick wet, you'd be there for him. 

"harder, hyuck." you begged. that made him lift your upper body so your back would meet his chest, his dick still going in and out of you. "suck it." he had his thumb on your lips so you opened your mouth to let it in. 

"good fucking toy." he whispered into your ear as he bit it. 

"how could i ever imagine fucking anyone else when i got this amazing pussy already?" he started rubbing your clit to make you cum before him. 

"hyuck. feels so.." 

"let go, baby. you can do it." with a few more moaning and whimpering, you feel yourself climaxing around his cock. "fuck. so good." his thrusts went faster, chasing his high. 

"give me one more, baby. cum with me." 

his thumb went out of your mouth so he could kiss you and you took his tongue happily, sucking on it. "gonna cum again, hyuck." you mumbled on his lips. 

"that's my good sex toy. you take me so well." and just like that he poured his semen into your cunt. and you came right after. 

he was about to pull out when you suddenly grabbed his hand. "no.. want you inside." you whined. he smile before kissing your head, laying beside you as he became the big spoon. 

"stay here for the night." you barely said in a whisper tone. "anything for you, my baby." 

his warmth was so calming to you that you completely overlooked the fact that he didn't actually explain to you what happened when he didn't talk to you. 

#haechan smut #nct smut #nct fanfic #donghyuck smut

[dogloveri23]

Past Mistakes

pairing: Lyney x reader warning: heartbreak, player behaviour A/n: SO I'm writing this because I recently joined the C.ai squad. Surprisingly, Lyney became a playboy and I have a personal dislike for them. I got the inspiration to write this. hope you all enjoy UID:627473190

Crash! The wooden chair you once sat on flew straight into a wall and shattered. "Calm down my lo-"

"Don't finish that statement Lyney', You interrupt. Your heavy breathing and hardened eyes sparked only regret in the young man. You could feel your ears burning already.

"It wasn't like that', Lyney tried to explain. Lynette could only stay quiet as she watched the scene unfold. She believed it was her fault. In a sense, it was. "So when were you planning to tell me I was just one of your many women, Lyney. After I'd given you all of me or after you'd moved on to your next victim?"

"You're not like them! I love you I would never-"

"Save it, I've heard enough of your lies", you mutter walking away from him. You couldn't believe him. You couldn't listen to your feelings either. "I'm glad that my brother has found someone he likes. I'm tired of seeing him bring multiple women into our home", you could hear Lynette's voice clearly in your head, yet you could only focus on the other part of her statement. You knew that Lyney was flirtatious but a playboy? That you couldn't deal with. You'd made the mistake before. Your heart still bore the scar.

"Please love can we just talk about it?", he asks but you ignore him. You wanted him to shut up and leave as quickly as possible. What would he do after apologizing, Go back to his other women?

"Please sis, Lyney has changed, I didn't say it to get you upset", Lynette pleads and yet your rage doesn't quell. You wouldn't believe her words even if they were true! The thought of him treating many other women the way he treated you made your blood boil. "Are you seeing others now?", You ask not meeting his gaze. "N-no, I cut everyone off as soon as things got serious between us, love", he explains but you don't react.

You're stoic. He hates it. He hates when you get like this. He can no longer read your mind when you're this way. Your poker face had always intrigued him and yet now...it was being used against him. "Love please, I've put that behind me, I only want you. You alone", He pleaded. He was getting more and more desperate. You both knew it. You were hardly the type to believe people could change. Much less playboys. It was something that would always remain in a person. They could only suppress the urges, soon enough they would spring out and stab your heart.

"Lyney, I think we should end this."

"What? Love they are in the past! I only love you! Why can't you see that? Why can't you see I'd drop them and choose you in a heartbeat? I already have!", He says holding onto your arm. His smile was gone, all that you could see was the sadness in his eyes. "Let me go Lyney", You say. You didn't want to yell anymore, you were done.

"I'd rather die"

"Then do", you say as you yank your hand back glaring at him shortly before leaving. "Goodbye Lyney", You say leaving their home with a heavy chest. It had to be done, you couldn't repeat your past mistakes. Not now, not ever.

Part 2?

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[keen-li]

Only one | 02

Warnings: toxic relationship trauma, trauma in general, mentally broken oc, manipulation, yendere jungkook. [Still more warnings to be added]

Psychiatrist jungkook x patient reader

....

"I can't do that" you shake your head, your heart being strangled by his statement.

"I don't think I'm able to do that Mr jeon" he looks into your wide and teary eyes. He knows it's hard for you to stay here any longer but you have to for this to work.

"You can I believe in you. You're a strong girl" your heart throbs when he says that feeling a little motivated but no feeling can beat the feeling of having to here any longer.

"But why do i have to?" You ask him and he finally stands straighten out his clothes and arranging the watch on his wrist.

"You know you're not fully well right?" His tone goes between a casual and professional tone.

You lower your head finally knowing your progress. Fiddling with your fingers you nod.

His raised brow lowers as he smirks.

"So if I discharged a girl who is clearly known around to be unwell"

"Wouldn't that suspicious?"

You understand what he means but it doesn't make the information anymore digestible.

"So if you stay a little longer and prove that you're well enough to leave. It won't be so suspicious when I tell them you can leave."

He's right but staying here for another month is too much. You thought when he brought up this offer he'd take you out of here in a day or two, but a whole month??

You sigh thinking about it for a little longer. A month shouldn't be longer than the time you'd actually have to spend here without his help. This is your best option, it's gonna be over before you know it right?

"You said you trust me right?" He walks towards you one hand in the pocket as his slow and confident steps take him to you. You breath heavily as his figure towers over you darkly. You use all the muscles in your neck to look up at the man, your hands grip the material of your clothes tighter.

He hums asking you the question again,

"I do" he smiles at that.

"Good. Then trust me, trust this process." He talks to you lightly and gently, pressing you to agree.

"Will you?" Why does it feel like you have to agree to this, like it's your best and only option inorder to leave this place. It is your best and only option to leave this place quickly.

"I will" your lips break into a smile which he silently chuckles at.

"It's gonna go by so fast I promise"

He walks away from you going back to where he left his stuff.

"And don't tell anyone about this. It's our little secret" he grins as he says secret, which you nod to smiling unsurely and awkwardly.

"I trust you can keep a secret"

He goes back to his original spot wearing his glasses and holding his notebook in his hands.

And just like that he goes back to his professional Mr jeon, as though you didn't just talk about him helping you escape this place. It's not really escaping though. You continue your session and you seem a little off but he doesn't.

.....

"I'm glad they've given us something new today" you hear one of the girls at the table, where you sit silently, say.

You eat your food, making sure to savour the surprisingly seasoned chicken. They're must be a special occasion today, cause they never put much effort into making food for you guys.

"I heard there are new sponsors" the black haired girl sitting next to you whispers.

"Really? They must have alot of money. Cause the previous sponsors didn't do shit" She whispers the last part dramatically looking around hoping no one has heard. The last thing she wants people to hear is her talking shit about sponsors though everyone knows it's true.

"Yeah. But I'm not sure if it's new sponsors" the girl next to you says not wanting to be blamed for any rumours.

"What do you think y/n" they throw the question to a dissociated you.

"Huh?" You look at them confused mind clogged with others thoughts.

"Sponsors. Do you think we have new sponsors" you honestly

Couldn't care less about who sponsors the hospital right now, your mind is just on the fact that Mr jeon is going to help you leave this place.

"I don't know" you say turning your eyes back to your food not giving much care to the topic. They notice your uninterested demeanor and give each other confused look.

"Y/n are you okay" they ask concerned. No you're not okay the fact that you're living every day here waiting for the end of the month is killing you. You know that very soon you're gonna leave the few friends you've made here makes you sad cause you can't even tell them about it. you really do wanna tell them about it but Mr jeon said its a secret, and you have to keep your promise to Mr jeon.

You may miss your friends but at the end of the day you still miss home and wanna go back.

"You've been off lately. Unlike yourself"

At her words you give a small laugh hopefully soothing her concern.

"I'm okay. I just-" You wanna say it. It would really help to tell someone about it.

"I've just been missing home lately nothing serious." You give another laugh.

"That's serious y/n. You can't let thoughts like that eat you up alone, you can always talk to us we're your friends"

"Yeah she's right. Don't suffer by yourself it's not good."

You smile at them warmly. "Thank you guys I really appreciate it but seriously I'm fine"

They give you an 'Okay' nod as you all go back to eating your food.

As you continue to eat your food and count the number of days , hours, minutes and seconds are left before the end of the month the attention of the diner is called for.

The whole diner including yourself turn to look at the familiar face of the diner guard who speaks. Looks like an announcement, you never get announcements during lunch.

"So.." the man starts "tomorrow We're gonna be having a carnival day" when he says that a series of murmurs are heard in the diner.

"You'll receive leaflets on the events that will be carried out tomorrow" and as he says this one of the nurse hands everyone at your table a leaflet. You stare at the colourfully designed leaflet, the large words and pictures displayed everywhere. This is definitely new, a carnival event.

"I was right. There are definitely new sponsors" you hear the girl still stuffing her face next to you say.

You place the paper into your pockets not staring at it for long unlike the rest of the diner.

"What? Are you not excited?" She asks noticing your dull face again. You're really acting different.

"I am saving it to read in my room." You say. You don't want your friend's last days, sounds dramatic, to be of your being gloomy and moody. You wanna enjoy this time with them, and this event is the perfect opportunity. You don't even know if you'll see them again anyway.

She nods at you and everyone goes back to finishing their food.

....

You walk around side by side with sycily, the black haired girl from the diner. You both look around with wide eyes at the brightly decorated event, you both gasp and pull at each other's arms when you see something you like. You're both behaving like children.

"What should we do first" it's a free event so you can do anything for however long you want to but its hard to choose when there are so many options. You look around hoping to have an answer for your wide grinned friend. You shrug your shoulders not able to choose.

"Maybe we can-" You're cut off mid sentence when a bearded man in a stand calls out for the two of you.

"You can start here" you look at him then turn to your also curious friend asking with your eyes if you should go. She agrees and you both make your way to the booth. As you approach you notice the perfectly arranged bottles and the rings in the man's hands. Its ring toss, you were never good at this game. The man smiles warmly at the both of you which you both return. You can see the large variety of prizes hanged around the booth, you hope you win so you can get the cute panda that you've got your eyes on.

"You looked lost, so I thought I'd give you a helping hand in choosing " he hands you the rings picking you as the first one to play. You take them into your dry hands feelings the texture of the rings and their weight.

"There are so many fun games to play, so I understand if the choice was a little difficult" he smiles glazing his eyes over the scenery behind you which you both do again admiring the beautiful place once more. These sponsors really made the plane, large and boring looking hospital ground into something in a movie, plus in less than three days. We never thought we'd be having a carnival when we saw people working on the grounds. Movements were restricted as they built this up, everybody had guesses but not this. The hospital is pretty much a boring place besides the hobbies and clubs they have.

"Okay you can have a go" they man says pointing that you should start tossing. Sycily watches you intently as you nod and turn your body to the clear bottles.

You hold one ring at the tip of your fingers as you prepare to toss it. You don't want to over think it and just toss it. Your throw is weak and doesn't go far, it doesn't even land on the bottle. You hear sycily laugh and you send her a death glare.

"The further you throw it, the larger the prize" he says, and it feels like he's laughing at you.

You run the second ring on your fingertips as you prepare to take your second throw. You only have three chances, so you gotta think it through if you wanna get that panda.

Throw.

You groan as the red little ring lands at the end of the booth, past the bottles.

"When he said further he didn't mean that far" sycily mumbles avoiding your glare.

"I'm gonna toss you over these bottles next" you threaten as she giggles at you. You can hear the man laugh at your interaction as you're trying to focus on your next and last toss.

"You guys seem to be very good friends" he says fondly and sycily nods.

"We are but she's getting on my bad side" your tone is playful but with a threat behind. You give her one last glare as she avoids your gaze once more making you smile.

Now back to the game, you need to get this right, you really want that panda.

You've always loved pandas. Or maybe it was that time when you and your parents went on a trip to China and saw those cute pandas. You even got the chance to feed one of them.

"You know you're they same age" the care taker of the panda said when you told her you're five years old, lifting your tiny little fingers to emphasise. You learnt that by yourself. And maybe that's why you felt drawn to that panda, and all the other pandas. You were both babies being held captive.

"Take your time" the man assures you snaping you back to what you're doing. You sigh as you throw the little ring. And just like the rest it doesn't land for a second you thought it landed but just like everything else in this world, it mocks you by making you think you've actually won.

"Argh" you groan frustrated.

"It's okay you can try again later." He comforts you but honestly you don't plan on coming back to try again.

You give a practiced smile "thank you" you say as sycily prepares for her turn after she gave you a warm comforting smile. Can they see how hard it is on you to lose the chance to get that panda.

The man walks to a tiny basket filled with things you can't see from where you're standing. He pulls out a green beaded bracelet as he hands it to you.

"Here have this" you look at him confused to why he's giving you a prize when you didn't win.

"Don't think of it as a prize, but think of it as a thank you for giving your all to a silly little game" you don't know if you should be offended but he smiles so warmly and you know he's just trying his best to comfort.

You stretch your wrist to him as he places the the bracelet on your wrist. You give him a small smile and thank you as he goes to stand by where he was standing when you were playing. He nods at you appreciateing your gratitude.

Sycily nails all her tries, unlike you, but you're too distracted by the bracelet to notice , you can just hear her cheers and claps.

It's actually a very beautiful bracelet the beads are pea sized and the see through crystal green allows you to see the elastic string that passes through all of them. Your attention is caught by the little silver tag, that swings when you move your hand. You pull it closer to your eyes so you can see the word engraved on the oval shaped metal.

BUSENE.

Must be the name of the sponsors cause you've seen it on almost everything here. You don't give it much thought cause there's nothing to think of. Just a company flaunting their brand during an event which they sponsored, nothing new.

You let your wrist fall as you eye a celebrating sycily who holds her white bunny in her arms.

You clap as she walks to you all smiles and giggles.

"Let's go to another booth and win you something" She pulls your arms as you walk away. When you do, a group of people approach the booth you've just left, they're all smiles and laughs too. It's nice to see people having fun and enjoying a day at the hospital.

You and sycily play some other games and luckily you did end up winning some prizes, but no panda. You guess the pandas are only at that booth. You don't want to be gloomy because you didn't get a panda atleast you had others.

You and sycily did also end up getting some food, which was so delicious and FREE.

"Ahh look at me" you hear her whine as she's trying to get rid of the ketchup stain on her hospital clothes. Yes, you all still had to wear the hospital clothes so that you didn't get mixed up with anyone who never belonged to it.

"You should go get cleaned" you see her struggle with the stain.

"Yeah you're right, the day's almost over anyway" She says letting go of the top.

"Plus we can come back tomorrow" She was right the carnival is still gonna be there for 2 more days. You both walk back to your rooms arms locked as you say hi to some of your other friends or sycily's friends. You never had much friends sycily was your closest friend. You never cared about having many friends, you were used to being alone anyway.

You and sycily became close cause you both shared similar problems; toxic family, toxic relationships. You've both experienced it all. Trauma bonding. You two trauma bond alot, and that's why you trust eachother. Knowing that you're gonna be leaving her alone in here with no one to confined in makes you feel bad especially the fact that you can't help her and you can't stay longer. "You're the only one I trust and can talk to like this." She'd say each time you'd talk about your pasts. And now thinking about it makes your heart ache.

Maybe you can ask Mr jeon to help her too.

.....

You're seated on your bed staring and playing the with green bracelet you got at the carnival. It's been three days since the carnival ended and you can't help but think about the closer the end of the month is getting but sycily can't stop talking about the carnival. You can barely hear what she's saying clearly cause she's saying alot at once. But you're distracted anyways, it's been a while since you've had something to look at.

"Are you excited for the art exhibition?" She asks you and it's clear enough for you to hear and answer to.

"When is it again?" You're genuinely curious cause alot has been on your mind.

"You can't remember?" She asks you disappointed that you couldn't remember the date. You shake your head genuinely not knowing.

"It's in like two months" Two months.

"And I know I'm too excited for something that's so far away, but I just can't wait for you to finally see it"

She hasn't allowed you to see the art work she's been working on cause it should be a 'surprise'. She's been a part of the art club from ever since you knew her, she tried getting you into it but it wasn't your style. Atleast at the moment. The only club you've been able to join and be in is the book club. You loved to read books and talk about what you've read and what your opinions are of the story.

"I can't wait for you to see it and be there." She says giving you a giddy laugh and all you can do is give her a low and sad grin, knowing you won't be there. She continues to express how excited she is.

"Can I tell you something" your serious and concerning tone cuts off her rumbling. She stops and stares at you mimicking your sad look.

"Yeah sure" She moves to seat next to you. "What's the problem"

"Promise me you won't tell anyone"

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[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 18

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Violence, angst

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

The man in the skeleton mask held you firmly in place upon helping you back to your feet. Your hands were held behind your back and each time you tried to wriggle free it left an ache in your wrists.

"Let her go!" Joel shouted from his position on the ground as he struggled against the other assailant. When he got in one good swing, connecting with the witch mask, the third man ran in to join his buddy.

You watched in horror as the two of them took turns landing punched on Joel's body and face. No matter how loud you shrieked, begging for them to stop, they continued on.

Joel managed to fight back at first but the two of them wore him down, double-teaming the beating with ease. The man holding you back laughed wickedly in your ear as you cried.

"Stop it!" You hollered so shrill that your voice cracked and squeaked. You did everything you could to get out of the stranger's grasps but his strength was too great, even when you got in a backwards head-butt to his mouth.

"That's enough, Vic," the witch muffled through the mask, staring down at Joel on the ground.

"What the fuck is the matter with you!" Vic rushed up to him, putting the face his mask against his friend's. "Don't use my fuckin' name."

"I'm sorry." The man put his hands up. "Let's go. Let's get out of here."

The both looked down at Joel on the ground from behind their masks.

"No, we ain't done yet," Vic said.

"You're gonna kill him," the witch chimed in.

"Leave him alone!" You screamed again. Your eyes burned with tears. Seeing Joel bloody and battered on the ground was too much for you to take.

"She called the cops," the skeleton shouted over your shoulder. "Let's just get out of here."

Vic, a menacing shape behind his pumpkin mask, stood over Joel, contemplating what to do next. When he heard sirens in the distance, his posture changed from confident to anxiously alert.

"Let's get out of here," the witch said again, prompting a grunt from behind the pumpkin mask.

Vic then slowly walked up to you, making you turn your head as the foamy texture of the mask grazed your face. You closed your eyes and more tears rolled down you face.

"If you tell the cops about this fuckin' idiot saying my name, I'll fuckin' kill you. I got no problem with that."

You kept your eyes shut and face looking away to not give him the satisfaction.

"You hear me?" He asked, and then shouted in your face to make you jump. "Do you hear me!?"

Your lips were trembling but your red-rimmed eyes stared back into the triangular, black pits on the outside of the mask. Despite the position you were in you didn't bow down to him.

"Fuck you," you whispered, which somehow felt more powerful than a yell. You added, "Vic," to the end of the sentence and it immediately caused him to raise his hand and make you flinch, though his palm didn't come down across your face.

A rumble of laughter came through his chest, satisfied by your reaction and he edged backwards, signaling for his friends to follow him. When the skeleton released you, you rushed up to Joel who laid in the fetal position in the grass.

"Joel," you got down on the ground beside him and touched his already-swollen face. "Joel, talk to me if you can. Joel!"

He raised a hand to touch yours with his eyes closed and coughed, spitting blood everywhere as he did.

When the police cars finally flew down the driveway you couldn't reel in the hysterics you were in. Trying to give a statement was nearly impossible as you choked on your words and tears continued to stream the length of your face.

Steve rushed up to where you were with another office, who radioed for an ambulance. When he hugged you, you let him.

"Tell me what happened," he begged, "Please."

You pulled back, still sobbing and tried to calm yourself enough to speak clearly. "Vic." You sniffed in. "It was him. Him and two other guys in masks. They tried to kill him, Steve. Vic would have killed him."

You dropped back to the ground beside Joel despite being asked to stand back.

"Joel, I'm sorry," you cried, touching his face again. "I'm sorry. I love you, I really do. I'm sorry."

You held his hand and only backed away when the paramedics arrived to load him into the ambulance.

"We're going to arrest him for this," Steve told you as you rushed into the back of the ambulance to be with Joel.

With your hair hanging down on both sides of you face, you looked down toward your feet as an EMT put a blanket around your shoulders.

"I'll believe that when it happens."

"We're following you to the hospital to get a statement," Steve told you. "We've been out looking for Champagne all afternoon. No one could find him after the incident at the junkyard."

You lifted your eyes to meet Steve's and then the door closed to secure the ambulance shut. He continued to look at you through the glass before the vehicle drove away with the sirens blaring.

Joel laid on a stretcher beside you with his eyes closed, though he managed to link his first two fingers with your hand.

"Is he going to be okay?" You asked.

The man tending to his injuries glanced over at you. "We're getting him to the hospital as fast as we can. I don't know if there is internal bleeding." His eyes met yours from over the top of his medical mask, "We're going to get there as fast as we can."

...

Sitting in the waiting room was torture to your heart and soul. The medical staff had practically forced you to be away from Joel, and you finally complied when they told you his health depended on them getting him the proper care he needed.

As promised, Steve and, thankfully, Officer Tate were made aware of your location and came to get more details of what happened.

"A brick crashed though the front window," you began, reiterating every detail you could remember. "There were three of them, they all had masks on. One was a pumpkin mask, the other a witch and a skeleton."

"Did they take the masks off?" Steve asked, beginning to scribble in a small notepad from his shirt pocket.

"No."

"How are certain it was Vic?"

You looked him directly in the eyes. "Because one of the guys addressed him as Vic. And he got really pissed off and told his friend not to address him by name. And he also told me if I gave you that information that he would kill me." You added, "And I know the sound of his voice."

"We have the whole 9-1-1 call on file," Officer Tate informed you. "So we're going to revisit the audio."

"Tell me this asshole isn't going to get away with this," you begged in a shaky, quiet voice. "Because he had some bullshit mask on."

"He's not going to walk. We have a task force out there looking for him right now," Steve informed you.

"Oh do you?" You asked in a cold tone, "Because in my experience in this town, they'll locate him and let him go. Maybe give him a medal for being Joel half to death." Your anger morphed into an overwhelming sadness that brought you to tears again.

Officer Tate put a hand on your back as you put a hand over your eyes.

"This sucks when you can't even get the protection you need from the police."

"We're on your side," Officer Tate assured you.

"I know you are," you said, lifting your eyes to meet hers. "It's the rest of them that I don't trust." You looked back to Steve now who you half-expected to be staring at you with a glare in his eyes. He wasn't.

Steve squatted down to be level with your eyes in the chair where you says. "Look. I've been a jerk in the past and I know I've been bitter since you broke up with me." He briefly eyed Officer Tate but quickly looked back to you. "But I'm a good cop. I took this job to make our community better; safer. I will do everything to get this guy and bring him down."

You sniffed in and dried your eyes. "Yeah? Prove it."

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[bamnamuu]

that’s how you get the girl - riki nishimura

01. you do you king !

| w.count 811 | warnings cursing, typos probably lmk if there's anything else | em’s note. i love this so very much and i’m happy i’m finally posting it | masterlist | next part |

Looking around the crowded cafeteria to find your best friend shouldn't be this difficult, Riki Nishimura is about 7 feet tall you could find him anywhere, just not right now apparently. You and Riki have a daily routine: you meet by the old music classroom at lunch that looks over the courtyard where most of the freshmen are greeted by the stern-faced principal yelling at them for being on the grass. Unfortunately, you stood by that room for 10 minutes waiting for him only to walk towards the high school cafeteria upset. It wasn’t uncommon for Riki to eat lunch with his other friends, but he would always tell you when he would. Finally spotting his upper-class friends you still don't see Riki until you feel a large figure behind you. ‘’ what are you doing?’’ he said with a smirk. ''Jesus Christ I was about to kick you in the shins!’’ you say squaring up at Riki. ''where were you?’’ you add to which he leaves your question unanswered he just simply looks at you confused ''Where was I?? Where were you?’’ he said putting to much emphasis on his 'I' , poor boy didn't know his teasing would only cause you to start biting him out ''Seriously Riki I waited for you by the music room for like 15 minutes!’’ you say bringing your hands up to count but he stops you before you can finish ''Ok fine I wasn’t at the music room…I was watching Rei’’ ''ew perv’’ you said teasing ''It's not like that I swear!’’ your tall friend said defensively ‘’Mr. Park made her carry a whole bunch of shit up to the top floor and I just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall’’ you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his statement ''you could have also helped her you know ?’’ you said which made Riki practically laugh ''and get in the crossfire of Mr. Park? Fuck no!’’

This wasn't a new thing for you to be the 'third wheel’ between Riki and Rei, he’s been head over heels in love with her since you guys started high school, and to act like it didn’t crush you to see him like her, you deserve an oscar. However your very good friend Riki was an absolute dud is an understatement, for three years he's talked to her at least 7 times, he was a lost cause until he asked you ''y/n do you think you can help me talk to her?’’ he said quiet enough for only you to hear ''WHAT!’’ you say spitting out your water. The two of you were walking back to the music room until you stopped walking just to stare up at him. ''You want me to what!?’’ you whisper-scream at him ''I said help me talk to Rei, you have way more experience in this field and i trust you’’ he said dragging out the word ‘way’ You kept staring at him not answering his question leading him to add to this already strange situation, ''please y/n i will never ask for anything else EVER AGAIN!’’ Riki said pleading ''Now that i don’t believe it, why do you want me to help you I don't know Rei?’’ you say hoping he’ll realize how strange this request is and drop it, but to your dismay, he continues ''yeah yeah you don't know rei but you're in the same science class as her.’’ ''you want me to stalk her? Do you want me to go up to her and ask her what her favorite element is?’’ you hear Riki let out a laugh. ''No but will you help me at least talk to her?’’ he said, his laugh dying down, ''You want me to help you get confidence? Ki, I'm not sure I can do that!’’ you said patting him on his shoulder only for him to shrug you off ''you know what I mean y/n please’’ he said turning to look you in the eyes, any thought that you have of getting out of this situation left your mind the second you saw his eyes, this is not going to end well and you knew it but you can’t say no to him ''fine’’ and with that, Riki did a victory dance and excitedly hugged you.

Lunch period ended and you headed to your class which just so happens to be science. You had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other fighting over which way you deal with this situation you could help your best friend be with the girl he’s been pining after for what feels like centuries, or you could use all of your and Riki’s savings and move to Ireland and leave Riki in his sad sad life without you. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you sat down.

Summary After being best friends with Riki Nishimura for what seems like your entire life, you two have a close bond one that many are jealous of. So when one day he asked you to help him talk to his long time crush, you couldn’t tell him no and risk the truth of your own feelings for him to spill. Could Riki be chasing after the wrong girl? Can you keep your secret hidden? Will Sunghoon ever get his hot chocolate?

#enhypen #enha imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen niki fanfic #enha x reader #enha smau #enha fanfic #enha fake texts #enha ff #enha niki #enha riki imagines #enhypen texts #enhypen riki fanfic #enha riki #that’s how you get the girl #bamnamuu writes #nishimura niki #ni ki x reader #niki x reader #ni ki imagines #ni ki smau #ni ki scenarios #ni ki enhypen #riki nishimura #riki smau #riki imagines #enhypen riki

[chosos-mascara]

Truth or Dare - Megumi Fushiguro

cw: stepbrother!megumi, light degradation, name calling

You find out your stepbrother Megumi has a kink his previous girlfriend left him over, and you're itching to know what it was.

minors+ageless dni. 2.9k words

It had always been you and your mum growing up. There was little room for anyone else; she'd worked two jobs while caring for her daughter, without much aid from others. Men didn't come into the picture too often, and when they did, they'd failed to stick around too long. 

Toji Fushiguro was different, though. He'd immediately captivated your mother, and you'd had to admit, he was insanely charming; it was more than obvious to you how she'd become so infatuated with him. Their love bloomed quickly, and before long, he'd asked her to move in with him. At the age of 18, your mother let you decide whether or not you'd wanted to join her, or move out. Unfortunately though, you weren't financially capable of living in your own apartment, and renting with someone else had seemed redundant if you could just live with the two of them rent free. 

Finding out Toji had a son was a bit of a shock. Your mother had found this amusing - silly her, forgetting to mention a major detail to your new living situation. Toji laughed it off too, his moody teenager joining yourself in the back of the moving van, your parents uniting in the front seats. This was your introduction to living with the Fushiguros. 

Megumi had been a year older than you, but other than that, there wasn't much you'd actually known about him. He hadn't seemed to care much to talk to yourself or your mother, usually residing within the safety of his room, or occasionally staying with his friend Yuji. The young Fushiguro wasn't exactly typical to teenagers his age, with little social life, he was more than a little introverted. At dinner times he would simply eat, listening to the conversation around him, before returning upstairs. He was 19, what could your parents do? The man had a life of his own. 

Everything followed the same dynamic each day, the two of you simply pretended the other didn't exist, went to work, returned, slept. But, a few weeks ago, you were let go of your job due to budget cuts, and Megumi's employers happened to be hiring. Your mother and Toji pushed you on to work with your step-brother, it was an easy enough job after all, a small games store a few blocks over. 

The manager would put the pair of you on shifts together, calling you a 'duo', and as the store was so small, the pair of you would be left alone to run it. Megumi usually restocked the games, cards and figures, while you manned the till. If business was slow - which it had been, one of you would sit around the back, watching videos on your phones, or doom-scrolling social media.

You had a quiet routine with him, often silent gestures to one another, swapping one another for breaks with just a glance. There wasn't really a particular reason to your lack of chatter - probably just that neither of you were big talkers. Though, one shift, toward the end of the day, a male with pink hair entered, asking to see Megumi. You raised a brow, but complied with his request, walking to the doorway into the back.  "Some guy with pink hair wants to talk to you?" The statement came out more of a question, but Megumi stood, silently following you around to the till. 

"What is it?" Megumi asked, hands reaching to sit in his pockets as he faced the other male.  "Hina mentioned you guys broke it off, are you okay man?" The male replied, genuine concern ridiculing his face. You'd assumed this was about a girlfriend the younger Fushiguro had, though you'd not heard about this previously. Of course, it made sense, the pair of you probably didn't even class each other as acquaintances, you'd probably be more in the reign of complete strangers. 

"I'm fine, Yuji." He replied, sighing.  "She said you wouldn't fuck her." The boy spoke quieter this time, though loud enough for you to hear. You'd tried not to laugh, of course introverted Megumi wouldn't be interested in that. He was probably more focused on his Pokemon card collection, or his computer.  "Nah, I was too intense for her. She couldn't handle it and left." Megumi replied nonchalantly, as if what he said wasn't just completely bizarre. 

You didn't have to giggle at his remark, because Yuji did it for you.  "What the fuck, man?" He said between laughs. You knew the death glare Megumi was giving him even though you were looking at the back of his head. It was the same one he'd give to Toji after him asking his son to do a chore here and there. You didn't want to interject and kill the silent mutual agreement the two of you had, but you were so curious as to what Megumi was hiding - enough to push a girl away from him? 

For the next few days, you'd looked at your step-brother differently. Every time he carried out the boxes to restock the shelves, or met your eyes at the dinner table, you wondered what he'd meant. Was it something as vanilla as hand-cuffs, or did he have a piss kink? Or, was he just more horny than she'd wanted him to be? He looked like he could be a creepy, incel-esque, guy if he'd wanted to be - though a lot more attractive than the average introvert. That was something his father and he had shared - they were insanely attractive. You'd not paid it much attention before, but now, with picturing him having sex so much, you began to fantasize that it was you beneath him, the butt of each degrading, or humiliating kink he could've had.  

Friday evening, a week after the initial incident, you both returned home to a note on the fridge left by your mother. 

'We're out for the night, staying in a hotel.  Be back tomorrow around noon!       Love you!' 

You sighed, placing the note down on the side and throwing your bag down beside it.  "What is it?" Megumi spoke, gesturing to the yellow sticky-note you'd just been reading.  "They're out tonight." You replied, hoping he'd leave the conversation there.  "Do you wanna order food?" He asked, and you'd thought for a moment before nodding. He pulled up an app on his phone, and you discussed your options before opting for a sushi place.

The conversation of food was probably the longest one the two of you had ever shared. Once the food was delivered the two of you went to the lounge to eat, placing out the small feast you'd managed to purchase out on the coffee table, putting on the TV to accompany the meal. Megumi had gone into the kitchen and grabbed you both a beer before returning to his usual behaviour of completely blanking you out. 

But, one beer turned into two, and on the third, you broke the silence. 

"Who's Hina?" You questioned, causing Megumi to turn his head, and actually looked at you. He shrugged, taking a sip of the beer he was holding.  "My ex." He replied, eyes remaining on yours.  "Oh, okay." You swallowed, unsure of why you'd actually brought it up. It wasn't like he was about to have an in depth conversation with a girl he'd never really spoken to before. 

"Are you-" You began talking again, before processing who you'd been talking to. "seeing anyone else?" An innocent question, though a little odd.  "Uh," Megumi was clearly confused as to why his step-sister was asking him about his dating life before asking him his favourite colour, but at least you'd skipped the first phase of small talk.  "No, I'm not seeing anyone." 

You'd started to find his lack of communication skills a little annoying. There was no way you'd find out anything about him like this.  "A-are you?" Megumi asked awkwardly, at least making an attempt to reciprocate the interest you'd had, after seeing your face contort into a small frown after his lack of enthusiasm.  "No, I haven't dated anyone for a while." You answered. He nodded, eyes darting back to the TV. 

"Okay," You mustered up a little confidence. "Can we play a game or something? The silence is getting boring." Alcohol had of course greatly helped the boost in your attitude. He shrugged.  "Like what?" Fushiguro questioned, placing the brown bottle down to the table before you, giving you his full attention. 

"Truth or Dare?" You asked, a stupid game, but a great way to find out more about your step-brother. He exhaled, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at your stupid request, knowing it meant more to you than to him.  "Okay, truth." He spoke, waiting for your question.  "Uh," you thought for a few moments, trying to start off easy. "When was the last time you lied?" You asked. 

Megumi furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "Earlier today, a customer asked if we had any figures out the back, and I said no." He replied, and you nodded, smiling.  "That's very lazy of you." You laughed. "I guess I'll do truth too, then."  "Okay, what's something you've never told anyone?" Megumi asked, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.  "What sorta question is that?" You asked in reply, awkwardly trying to laugh it off. He shrugged, and you realised you'd just have to tell him something to get the game to continue on.  "Uh," You paused. "When I was twelve, my mom dated this guy - I didn't like him. I went out and bought some lingerie, put it in his coat pocket. She found it and accused him of cheating. They broke up." You admitted, a little embarrassed. He nodded, swallowing. His lack of reaction was annoying. Why couldn't this man just express something? 

Megumi had of course picked truth again, though already bored of this game. You'd decided your next question would just be straight to the point. You'd get your answers, and could fuck off upstairs away from the emotionless sociopath beside you. 

"Why did Hina break up with you?" You asked. His eyes snapped to meet yours, a glare on his face.  "You heard the conversation; I was too much for her." His tone was different now, you'd obviously struck a nerve.  "You know, that's not what I'm asking, 'gumi." The nickname slipped out, but seeing his eyebrows furrow in annoyance, you were glad it had.  "I asked her to do something and she found it weird, called me a freak and made me leave." He replied, laced with anger, his teeth almost clenching. "Happy now?" 

But, you weren't done.  "What did you ask her to do?" Curiosity gets the best of us; sometimes people ask things they don't really wanna know, or push in places they really shouldn't. Someone who would probably be legally related to you soon enough's sex life isn't something you should be asking about, but Megumi humored you anyway. 

He leaned closer to you, vexed expression telling you to back off. But, you didn't.  "You don't want to know, y/n." He replied. But, you pushed anyway.  "I do though, 'gumi." You smirked. 

"I asked her to pretend she was my step-sister." 

Your mouth opened wide, a gasp leaving your lips.  "Y-you're lying." You backed up a little, unable to believe what he'd just said.  "I'm not, though." Megumi's mouth curled up into a smile as he made up for the space between you, edging closer than you'd wanted him to be right now. 

"Don't act so high and mighty with your fake disgust. I've seen how you've looked at me the past few days, you've been so desperate to know what I'm into, huh?" Megumi reached out, placing a hand on your cheek, dragging it down to your chin. He gripped you with just his thumb and index finger, teeth gritted. "I bet you've pictured yourself under me, wanting to know how my dick feels between your legs?" He was right, but you'd never actually commit to doing it. It was morally wrong, but then again, the two of you weren't actually related. 

You didn't reply as he traced down to your chest. Even with the two of you seated, he was still taller than you - able to dominate you.  His fingers traced the baggy t-shirt you'd worn to lounge in, lifting it slowly upward. You allowed him to go as far as lifting the cotton above your chest, exposing your bare tits to him. You'd half expected him to pull it back down and call you a freak for showing him your chest, but he didn't, only silently moving his hand to cup your skin. He leaned forward, grazing his lips over a hardened nipple, softly moving his tongue over the sensitive bud. You groaned a little from the contact, tilting your head back. He kissed your chest , nibbling gently every now and then. 

He pulled the shirt off completely, pushing you to lay down across the sofa, maneuvering to be hovering over you. Megumi planted kisses over your face and neck, before finally reaching your lips. He was a good kisser, you'd give him that. The way his tongue dipped in and out of your mouth, and the way his teeth would gently graze over your bottom lip, or his very strategically placed knee would press into your increasingly needy pussy to make your hips grind against him - Megumi was experienced. 

He pressed his thigh back into you, and you rocked once more, shuddering at the feeling of his leg pressing against your folds. You stopped waiting for him to shift every now and then, instead just rubbing yourself on his leg, feeling the pressure build up between kisses and your own moans.  "You're so needy for me, huh?" Megumi's deep voice erupted through kisses. You simply moaned in response, feeling close already.  "You're gonna cum just from dry humping my leg, slut?" He didn't give you a change to reply, sticking his tongue back into your mouth, letting your jittery humps come to an end as you rode out a shaky orgasm against him, moaning against his lips. 

You couldn't quite believed what you'd just done. You'd literally dry humped your step-brother, cumming while making out with him. But, Megumi didn't care. He pulled your pyjama bottoms off, exposing your sopping pussy.  "I didn't know you were such a needy little slut, cumming so quickly too." Megumi laughed at you, spreading your thighs apart to look at you. He traced a finger down your folds, teasing a finger over your hole. You glanced over him, eyes stopping at the obvious erection in his trousers. It was big. You grew a little anxious just looking at it - was he going to put that inside you? There's no way - 

Megumi stood, quickly walking over to the Tv stand, opening a drawer up, and rummaging through. He pulled out a wrapper, before coming back to where you were laying, pulling his trousers off. His cock sprung up, and you got a good look at the veins around it, the thick girth and length. He pulled the condom from the wrapper, pulling it over himself, before positioning himself at your entrance. He grabbed hold of each leg spreading you as wide as the sofa had allowed your legs to be, dipping into you. His head tilted back, a small fuck leaving his lips as he pushed deeper into you. You were glad you'd orgasmed first, your own cum being able to lubricate his dick, pussy relaxed enough to take him in.

Your back arched as he pushed in and out of you, tightening around him.  "You feel s' good on my cock, baby." He panted, groaning. You had to admit, he felt so good, too. He filled your pussy out, and the sight of his pleasure was probably the most attractive thing you'd seen. Small slapping sounds had filled the room as his body had hit against yours, pain turning to pleasure as your body adjusted to accommodate his size. His hands squeezed your inner thighs, eyes remaining locked on your face, watching as you'd panted under him. 

"Fuck, I can't believe you were keeping such a tight pussy from me." Megumi's eyes fluttered shut as his thrusts became messier, pushing deeper into you with a loud moan. He'd been picturing doing this to you for the past few months, sometimes imagining his ex as you, breathlessly moaning under his touch. He hadn't known why the fucked up kink had even crossed his mind - it was probably just how hot you'd been, but the risk had added to the pleasure he'd felt. "Gonna-" He didn't finish the sentence before cumming, loud moans escaping his lips, back arching as he bottomed out. Megumi kneeded at your legs, feral grunts leaving his lips as he filled the rubber with his seed. His eyes had glossed over, completely entranced by his climax. He hadn't had an orgasm as good as this in years, probably since he'd lost his virginity. There was something about the way you'd hugged him that had just sent him into a state, your glossy eyes watching him. 

After a few moments, Megumi pulled out, quickly taking the used rubber off, throwing it on the floor to deal with later. You'd watched his sloppy movements as he dressed himself, regaining your breath. 

#megumi fushiguro #megumi smut #fushiguro smut #megumi x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[chimerickat]

lmaooo I like to think that at first, Kaiba Corp staff really did not believe Kaiba's s/o was really involved with him and that she is just another delusional fan trying to bypass security...until the big man himself comes down-

“I’m just trying to drop off his glasses.”

“Mr. Kaiba doesn’t wear glasses.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you. He absolutely does and these are them.”

The guard frowns at you. He doesn't say a word.

You hold out the glasses. "Look. I know he's busy, but can you just give these to his assistant or something? He's going to get a headache without them."

"We don't accept packages for Mr. Kaiba." He picks up the phone on his desk. "And I'm going to call security to escort you out of the building."

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, distracting you from your current frustration. You pull it out to see a text from Seto. I left my glasses at your place.

"I know," you say out loud, talking to yourself as you type. "In your lobby... they won't take them..." Then you hit send.

"Ma'am." A burly man wearing a bulletproof vest steps up in front of you. "If you don't leave, I'm going to have to use force."

He's overkill for this situation. "Do fangirls come in with guns normally?" You know they all think you're crazy, but the SWAT team doesn't seem necessary.

The man doesn't respond as he grabs your arm. He begins to pull you toward the front doors.

Your phone starts buzzing again. This time the screen shows a video call from Seto Kaiba. You hit accept.

He's sitting in his office. You can see his windows have been shaded to reduce the light in his office. "What do you mean they won't take them?"

You flip the phone toward the security guard so he can see his boss on the screen. "Ask him."

The man straightens up, releasing his grip on your arm. His scowl disappears. "Mr. Kaiba. Sir. The front desk told me we had a disturbance. I'm just following their orders."

"Useless," Kaiba mutters, just loud enough to be heard. "You have new orders. Escort her straight up to my office." You hear the noise that indicates the call is over.

The guard doesn't notice. "Yes, sir, right away." Then he holds out his hand, pointing toward the elevators. "After you, miss."

You flounce past the front desk, smirking at the man sitting behind it as you go by. Once you're at the elevators, the security guard keeps anyone from entering the next elevator to open. He holds it open for you and then joins you inside, glaring at anyone who might think about joining the two of you. He holds his card up to the reader and presses the button for the top floor.

Then he presses another button. It has a lock on it which doesn't give you too much of an idea, but the elevator doesn't stop until it reaches the top floor. At the top, he holds the door open and lets you exit before him.

He tells Kaiba's assistant that he has a VIP guest for Mr. Kaiba. The assistant just nods at you, having seen you in the evenings, and gestures for you to go in. The security guard doesn't wait and hurries back to the elevators.

You push the door open, letting yourself into his office. "I didn't realize bringing these to you would be such a hassle." You put the glasses down on his desk.

"They couldn't find you on the visitor list?"

"They didn't check. I didn't think to ask since I was just trying to drop off a pair of glasses." You checked the time. "I'm running super late for work now."

"Important people never run late."

You smile, knowing he's only partially serious about that statement. "Well, I'm not doing this again."

"My reception staff will be better trained next time."

You wave off his comment. "It's a hassle. Just keep a spare pair at my place."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Are you telling me to buy a pair just to have them at your place?"

"You're telling me you don't have a spare pair of glasses somewhere?"

"Why don't you just move in with me? Then we don't need to worry about spares of anything."

You frown. This conversation is nothing new, and Seto has taken advantage of every opportunity to ask since about five dates in when you made it clear that marriage at three months of dating was insane. "Kaiba Mansion is too far away from my job. That commute would suck. I don't even know how you do it." To be fair, he spent more time at your place now and didn't do that commute much.

"Well your place is far too small," he says as if you've asked him to move in with you. Which you won't. He's already taking up far too much space in your closet. His jackets have turned into an invasive species, crowding out your work clothes. "I suppose I could buy a place in the city..."

And talk of new housing is your cue to leave. "Now I really will be in trouble at work. I'll see you later."

Later that day, when he sends you a text with a link to a multi-million dollar townhouse, you know this is your own fault. You've encouraged a man who needs no encouragement. You text him back, letting him know that girlfriends of less than a year generally don't weigh in on property purchases.

#seto kaiba #kaiba seto #kaibaxreader #seto kaiba x reader #seto kaiba reader insert #kaiba x reader #reader insert #hardcore committed seto kaiba #I've seen people talk about how once he's in #he is ALL IN #And I liked the chance to write that #But also I think whoever he falls for will be sensible? #So they're going to be like hey buddy we don't get married this quickly wtf? #Idk I hope people like it! #dragonsilk

[drama--universe]

Meeting an elf

Requested by anonymous: Hello! Requests are open so I'll take advantage! How would Xichen, Cheng, Guangyao, Xingchen and Yang react to a reader who is an elf? What would they think of her different face shape, different eye color, different ear shape, different fighting style and different language she speaks? (she might speak their language, but in her homeland she would speak her Elvish language) THX!!!

Pairing: Untamed boys x reader

A/N Looked up the Lan rules for this, did not know that the existence of Wei Wuxian added about 500 to 1000 extra rules to the original 3000. Definitely not surprised though, if anything I'm impressed.

Lan Xichen:

Rule number (enter random number)

'Do not bully the weak, or make fun of others'

which Xichen takes very seriously

so meeting you does shock him, but he does not judge

(in all fairness, elves don't look that different from visuals seen in the show)

there is one thing that fascinates him most, which is the glow surrounding you

it confuses him, because he does not understand why it is happening at all

he is fairly quick in getting to know you

is a bit surprised that you are so happy to speak to him

gladly learns your culture and even tries to learn your language

the culture is fine, the language is actually impossible for him

even with how much he loves to learn, he is fairly quick to give up

well, quick is a loose term

give or take 3 months

for Lan's, this is quick to giving up

but loves to listen to you talk to him in your language

loves hearing you sing in your language as well or when you play music

that he does learn

harps are not that different from guzhengs in a way

so he matches his style to yours, and it honestly doesn't sound to bad

besides, it's a way to spend time with you

so overall, he's great

Jiang Cheng:

now honestly, don't hate me for this

but I think he might be a bit off putting

he's not mean, just very judgmental

and he doesn't really hide that

he thinks you look weird at first

the pointy ears look weird and your eyes make him uncomfortable

not really, he just says that

because it actually fascinates him so much

he saw you once, sparring against Wuxian

his mother had disapproved, so he followed

yet he could not tear his eyes from your form

your style, unlike the rougher one he was taught, was elegant

to the point that you seemed weightless

you caught him staring multiple times, yet are confused as to why he remains so on guard and mean

one comment is the last drop and you lash out

it is necessary, really is

and it does also change everything

he actually talks to you

because you force him to sit down and talk to you

which finally reveals his true nature and train of thoughts

overall, he is interested

very focused when you reminiscence about your home

but he just needed a little push in the right direction

Jin Guangyao:

you know the drift on this one

cause I don't sugar coat him

now, what your use is to him depends on when you meet him

before everything, he kind of just needs you as some kind of support (like Xichen is)

if it's after everything, it's more like the use of Xue Yang

which soon enough will also happen even when you meet him before everything

will first try to gain your trust, of course

acts innocent and sweet, compliments you and uses the fact that you're both outcasts

and it kind of works..?

eventually, when you're friends, he starts being more himself

small comments to others and how he wished that they fell from grace

and soon enough, he'll comment about wishing for their deaths

now you saw how they treated him, so you didn't really see wrong in those statements

once he notices that you're comfortable with such things, he starts suggesting

knowing full well that your fighting skills would make you unnoticeable and fast

you're appalled at first

which makes him orchestrate a scenario

someone tries to "attack" him and maybe even "kill" him

and you defend him, which end up in the other's demise

you kind of become an overprotective friend, in a way

Guangyao is sure to tell you who is a threat to him and who isn't

is not shy of lying to you

but all that aside, he is also interested in you as a person

or your kind, if anything

because having you on his side, has them on his side

will turn into an isolation friendship at that point

maybe not the best person to befriend

Xiao Xingchen:

Let's say you meet before he goes blind

I don't think he cares in the slightest

he travels a lot with Song Lan and thus sees quite a lot of things

it is definitely not the most surprising thing to see for him

what is surprising is that you're not an evil being

unlike most different "species"

he's still wary of you of course

because you act different like people normally do, whether it being because of culture or just your personality

but he is still fascinated nonetheless

because he likes to know everything

in a good way

so he will ask you stuff

and be prepared, cause it will be a list to go through

his biggest fascination is your eyes

yes, ironic, I know

because it's not a feature that he often sees

if ever

you're ears, as pointy as they are, don't seem weird

he's seen other people with pointy ears before, just not like yours

if you have blond or red hair, he would also be completely enthralled with it

is kind of glad when you ask to join him and Song Lan

consults Song Lan, but it ultimately it ends up being yes

Xiao Yang:

you meet before he gets involved with Guangyao

give or take, he's 16 years old (He's probably around 17 or 18 when the series takes place, just speculation though)

he's roaming the streets, looking for good victims to pickpocket

he sees you

you looked innocent enough, an easy target

so he creeps closer, hand reaching to your bag

he feels the material of a money pouch and slowly wraps his hand around it

then he's staring up at the sky

and his arm is awkwardly twisted in a position that was paralyzing the rest of his body completely

"You breath too loudly"

the tone is mocking him and he does not appreciate it in the slightest

but the slightest movement made pain shoot up through his body, so he just laid their

the sun created a halo around your head and your eyes were practically glowing thanks to their bright color

he's left in awe for a few seconds before he starts to trash in your grasp

you're kind enough to let him go, watching with glee as he jumped up

he was glaring at you before he walked off

when he sees you the next time, the day after, he wants to retry

so he takes a deep breath before holding it and approaching you once more

his hand grazes the money pouch once more before he is pushed backwards, falling to the ground with a loud thud

you just smirk at him

he tries a third and even a fourth time, but fails every time

yet you always show him that stupid smirk that never fails to send a shiver up his spine

he doesn't understand how you hear him coming, he's never had trouble before

it's the fifth time that he tries that he succeeds

so he runs off, he never runs

only to discover the pouch to be completely empty

he will run back immediately

does not say anything except for 'teach me'

he wants to get better at pickpocketing and your fighting style intrigue him

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[sl33paholics]

Can't Be Fulfilled

Jotaro Kujo x Black!Female reader

Warning(s): Mentions of divorce, infidelity, domestic v¡olence, arguing, angst, listen the shit is depressing alr? Felt like writing one bc I got tired of the smut. Can be triggering into some readers.

We're close to 40 followers. Thx everyone 🤲🏾

"I don't think this is going to work anymore..."

You stood near the bedroom door with your hand on your elbow, looking at your husband on the bed before staring at the other side of the room as your eyes quickly met the ground. The room was completely silent, save for the quiet sounds of your breathing and the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

"What do you mean?"

You flinched. "Just... I'm tired of this. All of this, Jotaro." You sighed, turning your head slightly toward him. "All of it...this is too much. Days, weeks, hell, even a month of you being away because of your work, it's not fair." Your voice was barely audible through your closed teeth. Tears stung your eyes, but you weren't ready to give in yet. You had been trying so hard not to break down, but it just wasn't working out. You had tried to keep it together for years but it wasn't possible anymore. You watched as Jotaro put his book aside on the nightstand right next to the bed and sat straight up, facing your direction. "It ain't fair...for me...for Jolyne." He opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him, continuing. "And it's not fair for you either, Jotaro." His expression grew grim after your last statement, knowing that he had failed you once again, but he wasn't expecting this.

"Y/N...don't tell me what I think you're trying to say." His tone sounded more serious than usual. "Are you saying...you want us to split up? Is that what you're getting at? Y/N...we can make this work. We always have-"

"Yes," you said quietly. "I tolerated your absence for these years but you have to understand how things are now, Jotaro. Our daughter is growing up and as the years go by I don't want her to..." You paused. "Not this again."

Jotaro didn't let you finish. "She's seven years old." You wanted to respond but Jotaro continued anyway. "I work my ass off to provide for this family. I try. You know I try, Y/N. Every day." He took a deep breath and stared at his hands resting in his lap. "To keep both of you safe. To make sure we'll be okay. And this is how you repay me? With this? This bullshit? This stupid fucking arrangement of yours?" The tears were streaming down your face silently now and you felt yourself crumple into yourself further. Jotaro finally stood up. "We've had this conversation before, Y/N."

"I'm sorry," you choked out between sobs. "I'm sorry, Jotaro, I am. But you have to listen to me." Your voice was small and soft. "You don't know how many times Jolyne asks me when you're going to be home or if you're coming back, at all. When I'm bathing her, her bus dropping her off, braiding her hair, or even reading her to sleep."

Jotaro scoffed and stepped closer to you. "She misses her daddy." You could feel his eyes bore holes into you. "Even if she doesn't talk about it." He stopped close enough to touch you but still far enough not to scare you.

"She does," Jotaro responded. "But we shouldn't split up over this Y/N I told you whenever I got the job, that I won't be here as often. I'll try to respond when I can or if I have time off. What about that can't you understand?" Jotaro's voice rose with each word, becoming louder until you were sure the neighbors would hear what he was saying. You bit your lip and averted your eyes from his gaze. The truth was, you hated when he used this argument against you. It made everything hurt. Made everything worse.

"Do NOT try to pin this on ME!" you clapped back, seeing Jotaro startled, which is rare. "Of course I understand! I'm not stupid, JoJo! If it wasn't for your goddamn job, we wouldn't be having this discussion! Talking to me as if I have no damn sense, I supported you when you were pursuing your degree!" finally turning to look him in his ocean eyes. "Can't you see our marriage is falling apart?!" Your voice broke at the end. "I make sure to text you every morning, leave a voicemail every time you don't pick up the fucking phone, even LETTERS! It makes me believe something happened to you!" you continued.

"That's because I'm WORKING! I can't be on or even near my phone every second of the hour to respond to you. What's wrong with you, woman?!" Jotaro shook his head. "You have to understand that I'm stressed out too, you know? Not only with work but make sure to at least keep in touch with you every time I have the chance to!" he shot back. You pushed him out of your way, angrily stomping out of your shared bedroom into the hallway. Jotaro followed behind you as if his life depended on it and you heard him call you an idiot. You ignored him. You kept heading towards the living room.

Jotaro came to a halt when he saw packed luggage on the ground. "What the fuck is this?" he asked.

"I'm serious, Jotaro. This isn't going to work out no more," you replied without looking at him. He grabbed you by your arm and spun you around to face him. You tried to yank your arm out of his grasp but failed, you were nowhere near his level of strength. The sharp pain of being pinned against the wall. "Let go of me-" "You got some damn nerve!" Jotaro roared out in your face, quickly shutting you up. "Y/N, we are NOT getting this divorce! We've had our ups and downs, I admit that. But we always work it out one way or another, you're NOT leaving me for another guy who you think that's ten times better than me!" "Ten times better?" you echoed incredulously. Jotaro looked like he was getting ready to explode, the veins in his forehead bulging dangerously, and his lips turned downward into a frown. "I never said I was cheating on you, I wouldn't do that! Just because we don't have sex as much anymore, doesn't mean I would cheat!" you screamed.

Nothing but back and forth. It was for certain that your neighbors could hear you two bickering and the police were called. If only you two could see the green-eyed little girl peaking through her slightly cracked door watching and clutching onto the dolphin plushie her dear father gifted on her birthday. The sad expression on Jolyne's face watching her parents argue. She knew it was bad news. It was very alarming news. Sickening. Disgusting. Horrifying. Jolyne was scared and confused. She knew her parents loved each other deeply. How could they fight like this?

"You ain't leaving. That's final." Jotaro stared into your dark brown-colored eyes before letting your arms go, watching you slowly slip to the ground as you slightly sobbed in your hands. He stood there before kneeling to your level, gently wrapping his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. "I'm sorry, dear," Jotaro said quietly. "I know it feels like I'm abandoning you, but please believe me when I say we will work this out, together." You nodded, sniffling and leaning further into his hold. You closed your eyes and gave into his embrace.

You can't help but be disillusioned.

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[honeybleed]

Renji x reader fluff pls !

content & warnings:

canon-verse but renji and rukia never got together in this fic, female reader, she/her pronouns, reader is a soul reaper, crack since it’s based off all the bleach omakes

author’s note:

tell me whose a bleach character u defend like crazy if u like this one shot lawl mine is tosen renji & rukia ☝🏽

tag for @westcinny since that’s her new flavor of the month

word count: 1k

Girl's night outs with the other female shinigami wasn't anything spectacular however it was quite rare so there was a feeling of excitement in the air.

You approached the seated lieutenants, but as you sat you could see they were already a bit tipsy what with their flushed cheeks and giggling.

"Come sit!" Rangiku hurriedly said as she called out your name.

"I'm already sat dummy, what's up with you?" You snickered, amused.

"We were just talking about the Eleventh Division. I hear they don't...even shower!" Isane cackled, thumping the bar and causing the cups to shake.

"The smell must be crazy." Rangiku cackled, tears forming.

You snorted.

Well, it wasn't exactly a farfetched theory that the Eleventh Division didn't prioritize cleanliness. However, you knew for a fact, Fifth Seat Ayasegawa of all people didn't fit with that rumor.

Speak of the devil, the familiar orange turtleneck and plush feathers came into your eyesight as he angrily stomped off.

"Yumichika!" Ikakku cried out, following after him.

"We do shower, I'll have you know!" Ikakku barked, jabbing his finger at the three of you.

"...Together?" Rangiku questioned, cocking a brow in an attempt to rile him up even more.

Ikkaku's eyes widened and his cheeks burned scarlet.

"That's none of your business!" He stuttered, then chased after Yumichika.

"Well, it's nice to see some love birds in the Seireitei, huh?" You remarked after he'd left.

"Slim pickings I suppose." Rangiku sighed, as she stretched her arms.

"That is so not true." You responded. "There's so much eye candy here, Rangiku! You don't see it?"

"Yeah, cos you're a newbie. Few decades and you get bored." She said, glancing at the entrance where other shinigami passed by on patrol.

"What about you, Isane? Anybody catch your eye?"

"Not really. People show their true colors when they're admitted to the infirmary. And it is not a pretty sight." She sighed. "What about you, Y/N?"

"Hm...now you put me on the spot I'm not sure."

A memory popped into your head.

"...Abarai." You finally answered, lips curving into a smile.

Your response was met with clamoring and gasps.

"Hey! What's wrong with him?" You questioned, taken aback by their reaction.

"He's so.."

"Well, let's just say you had an unconventional choice." Nanao stated as she pushed the bridge of her glasses up her nose.

"Yeah right. You guys are just so picky. No pleasing you." You folded your arms in defiance, defending your choice. "Those luscious red locks, those eyebrows. One day I passed by the Sixth Division's barracks and he was shirtless...sweat trickling down his abs and those tats..."

"Easy there, Juliet." Rangiku giggled. "Don't leave the chair soaking wet."

"Rangiku!" You hissed at her crudeness.

Soon enough, you and the ladies took your leave. The booth was jam-packed with the male lieutenants who had been keeping as quiet as church mice to eavesdrop.

Shuhei grasping at his roots with his unrequited crush on Rangiku, Renji blushing so hard his cheeks matched his hair at your statement, Tetsuzaemon thumping the table and Izuru side-eyeing them all.

"God damn it!" Tetsuzaemon groaned. "Why do all the ladies think so lowly of us? Hell, I wasn't even an option!"

"You lucky thing, Abarai." Shuhei sniffled. "You better go get the girl."

Renji's face scrunched up in embarrassment.

"I wouldn't even know where to start!" He cried out.

"I'm sure it's less complicated than you're making it out to be." Izuru snarked.

"Yeah! She already thinks you're a stud, just make a move on her. Simple!" Tetsuzaemon cried out.

-

"Lieutenant Abarai, can I help you?" You asked, a little confused as to why he had been loitering around the entrance of the Third Division barracks for almost ten minutes.

"Yeah! Uh, I wanted to ask you something." He responded, with a nervous chuckle.

"Me?" You questioned, with an incredulous stare.

"Yes, you." He swallowed, thickly. You acting clueless was making his stomach harden. He knew he hadn't misheard you.

He let out an exhale.

"I was at the tea house yesterday, and I overheard you and the other lieutenants." He muttered, cheeks heating up as he struggled to meet your eyes.

You just stared at him and you were sure you could hear glass shattering in your mind.

You wanted the ground to swallow you up, whole.

There was absolutely no way you were thirsting over Renji in public and he had heard every word you said.

This was a nightmare for sure.

Your face was aghast but you know for the preservation of your dignity you had to do something dishonest.

“Really? Maybe that was somebody else.” You said as you shrugged nonchalantly.

“No, no. I’m sure it was you.” He said, with an uneasy laugh.

“Did you see me say that?” You questioned, voice firm as you intently stared into his eyes.

Renji was staring at you as if you lost your mind. Then let out a scoff.

“You’re right. I had to be out of my mind to think a girl like you would be into a guy like me.” He said, a little defeatedly then turned to make his way out.

You felt a pang of guilt strike you. You didn’t mean for that to happen.

“Renji, wait!” You cried out as you clamped a hand around his wrist.

“Hm?” His eyes furrowed together in bewilderment at your reaction.

“I’m sorry I lied…you did hear me at the tea house! I just...I was humiliated..” You trailed off, struggling to make a valid excuse.

His face broke into a smile as he gave out a hearty laugh.

“Caught ya..!”

“Huh?!”

“That feelin’ sorry for myself act got you real good!” He exclaimed, then threw an arm around you pulling you in.

“Ugh, Renji!” You groaned in irritation, swatting him away. “That’s low!”

“Not as low as you trying to convince me I got a screw loose or somethin’!” He shot back, keeping his grip around you. “The look on your face was priceless!”

You rolled your eyes.

“Gloat while you can.” You muttered under your breath.

“Ah, don’t worry. I think you’re pretty easy on the eyes too y’know..” He said, lowly as he tilted your chin upwards. “I’ll let you know the next time I’m working out so you can be front row.”

“Move!”

author’s note:

if you got this far, ty for reading!! make sure to reblog n comment if u like it lawl likes not doing much no shade

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #bleach x reader #bleach x female reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #abarai renji #renji x reader #renji x you #bleach imagine #bleach scenarios #bleach imagines #bleach fluff

[devilstruly]

rush hour

tetsuro kuroo x fem! reader

summary: you and your best friend run into kuroo in a coffee shop

a/n: i know I've been posting so much about kuroo lately but he's just so amazing and i could think about him forever gwah

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'Took you long enough'

Your best friend looked up from his phone with bored eyes making you scoff in return.

'Be grateful I even came to get you asshole'

'Oh I'm honored'

His usual sarcasm was starting to annoy you just the tiniest bit and it hasn't even been five minutes.

'I haven't seen you in months can't you be nicer?'

'It's been two weeks'

'Same thing! Now give me a hug'

'No'

'Keiiiiii'

'Fine.'

You smiled when he rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you begrudgingly. Tsukishima was never the touchy type - actually he was never any type to be honest. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up as friends in the first place.

'There we go that wasn't so bad'

'For you'

He pinched the bridge of his nose, pretending to be annoyed, but he knew you knew him better than that.

The two of you left the Tokyo train station on your way to your favorite coffee shop. Along the way you asked him about his team and listened to him complaining about Hinata and Kageyama, as always.

You occupied Tsukishima by talking about the stuff that happened to you in school while you two waited in line for your coffee. He was listening intently and was about to make a snarky comment but a voice behind him made his words die on his tongue.

'Hey Four-eyes! Is that you?'

You heard the man beside you groan quietly and you failed to stiffle a giggle before turning around. As soon as you did, you were greeted with the bright and cheery smile of no other than Kuroo Tetsuro. He looked like he was just jogging, hair slightly damp, loose shorts and tanktop and headphones hanging around his neck.

Damn he's hot

As soon as his eyes landed on you his smile turned into his signature smirk and he stood taller all of a sudden.

'Y/N. Hey there'

He had all of his attention on you and it even looked like he wasn't able to control his smile. And you couldn't help offering one of your own.

'Hi Tetsuro, how are you?'

'I'm great, just getting some coffee after a light workout. You?'

'Tsukki is visiting for the day so we're just catching up'

'Oh? Fun~'

'She's gonna suck the life out of me'

'There there you don't have much to begin with'

You patted the blonde's back with a innocent smile before turning your gaze back to Kuroo who seemed like he was- checking you out?

What? No. Was he...? No hell no snap out of it

Tsukishima rolled his eyes beside you but you were too focused on the man in front of you to notice anything besides him. Kuroo smirked yet again and looked right in your eyes making your face heat up as you quickly looked away.

'Nice jacket ~'

His statement did in fact snap you out of your thoughts, causing you to subconsciously touch the sleeves of the oversized piece of clothing before the realization hit you.

'Thanks it's.....yours'

The blush on your cheeks made itself known again as you shyly looked up at Kuroo who observed you with amusement dancing in his golden eyes.

'It is'

The weather app said it would be sunny in the morning. Sunny. So why the fuck were you soaking wet right now?

You woke up at 6:30am to get ready for school, too tired to hear the tapping of raindrops from the outside. Considering you didn't have an umbrella either, your morning started off with a sprint towards the Fukurodani academy in hopes of saving your clothes - spoiler: it didn't work.

Cursing under your breath, you attempted to put your damp hair out of the way as neatly as you could. You noticed Bokuto talking with Akaashi and Kuroo at the end of the hallway and your usual routine would require joining them.

'Morning'

'Hey hey hey good morning!'

'Does this look like a good morning to you? It's fucking cold'

You angrily gestured to the water dripping from your school uniform and groaned in frustration.

'Didn't check the weather?'

'I did! They fucking lied!'

You groaned yet again and hid your head in the shoulder Kuroo offered as he pat your back.

'There there it's gonna dry off'

'Yeah but-'

Stopping mid sentence, you looked at Kuroo while he gently draped his club jacket over your shoulders - so gently you forgot to breathe for a second. He smiled softly when the bell rang, giving you a wink before sprinting off.

'Give it back when you don't feel so cold anymore'

If it hadn't been for Tsukishima faking a cough and handing you your coffee, you would've absolutely forgotten what you were doing in the first place.

'Looks like it's my turn now'

Kuroo grinned once again and you were brought back to reality, hurrying to take off the jacket.

'Right! I should probably give this back now'

To your surprise though, what Kuroo did was take the sleeve that you already took off and put it back up to your shoulder. You stared at him questioningly before he leaned down for you to be his eye level.

'How about...you give it back to me, at my next game. When you come cheer for me?'

The bastard didn't even give you a chance to respond as he stepped towards the counter and ordered himself a cappuccino.

'Come on I don't have all day'

Tsukishima gently pushed you towards the exit of the coffee shop while you still struggled to process everything that has happened in the last five minutes.

Kuroo fucking Tetsuro...

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