#fami x reader?

[dumbshyanon]

Anyone write Fami x reader fics...? p-please? M'asking for a friend here- 🥲

[rekino2114]

Hi I saw your "jjk girls struggling to open a soda can for you" and it was so funny

I'm wondering if you could do the same for the chainsaw man girls

The chainsaw man girls struggling to open a soda can for you

A/n:I'm glad you liked it as it was one of my favorite things to write hope you enjoy this too. Also this is my first post with actual fami so say hi to her. Spoilers for the last chapter in the last 2 parts

Makima

"Sure thing darling"

She smiles sweetly and takes the can from you before trying to open it. Her expression morphing into a confused one when she can't

Makima is a devil, not only that a horseman of apocalypse, not to mention the head of public safety. To put it simply she's incredibly strong, way stronger than any normal human and definitely strong enough to open a normal soda can

So she's not only surprised that it's taking her this much, but also annoyed, not specifically at the fact that she can't open a soda can but at the fact that she can't open a soda can that you asked her to open, you, the most important person in makima's life, she swore to do everything for you and she's not breaking that promise for a damn soda can

"You don't mind if I'm a little rough with it right?"

"Huh? No sure go ahead I guess"

"Good, thanks"

She places the can on the table and backs away

"Please stand back a bit love"

"O-ok"

She points her finger at the can and aims at lid

"Bang!"

The force hits the can as it falls to the ground

"Ah, I'm glad, it was a bit harder than expected, but I'm happy I could help yo-"

"It's still closed"

"............what?"

"Look"

You hold out the can to makima as she sees that not only is the lid still on but the can looks totally unfazed

Makima looks genuinely shocked before she makes her creepy and uncanny smile and closes her eyes

"Oh really? What a surprise, say darling do you mind putting it back on the table"

".....sure"

You do that a bit worried at what she's going to do

"And remember to stand back, I don't want you to get caught up in anything"

".......makima, what are you-"

Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changes completely as makima opens her horseman eyes to reveal they're glowing even more and a red halo appears on her head

"WAIT NO-"

[A bit later]

You and makima exit her office with her looking completely traumatized

"......it still.......didn't work"

"P-please calm down ok?"

Power

She's so smug from the moment you ask her to help you

"Of course you would ask the great power for help"

"Don't start now"

"Do not fret human! For I, the almighty power shall open this accursed can that's causing my love so much trouble"

She thinks this is gonna be easy as pie, and also wants to show off, so she just tries to open it with a finger while her eyes are closed

"Here you go! This demonstration of my strength was exactly what I needed for-"

"You didn't do anything"

".........huh?"

She opens her eyes to see that she indeed did not open the lid

"What!? Give it to me!"

She tries once again this time with both hands and her mouth with no avail and starts gritting her teeth and sweating

"Are you OK power? You don't need to do it if you c-"

"No! I will conquer this can!"

At this point it's a personal matter so she makes a blood axe and tries to slice the can open only for her mouth to drop when nothing changes

"W-WHAT!"

"OK that's actually weird"

She then makes some smaller blood spears and starts stabbing the can only for it to not work too

She eventually gives up and calls denji, when even he in his chainsaw man form can't open or hurt the can at all of you start running to aki thinking it's a devil or something

Himeno

"Can I get a kiss if I do it?~"

You sigh but giggle a bit at her flirting and hand her the can

Himeno has opened so many beer cans in her life and even if this isn't the same it's still a can so it should still be no problem for her

........except it is

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"The can's not opening"

"Really? Weird"

"Yeah"

She checks to see if she's accidentally using her ghost devil powers but no, she can still touch the can, it's just not opening for some reason

She tries again but gives up pretty quickly when she realizes nothing's working

"I give up, i need a drink"

"That easily?"

"Call aki if you really wanna open it"

"Alright I guess"

".............can I still get the kiss though?"

Kobeni higashiyama

"H-huh? You want me to open it?"

She's a bit confused on why you asked her specifically, she's really not that strong after all, definitely not stronger than you, but she did have to open a ton of cans for her job so maybe it's because of that

"O-oh, sorry it seems stuck"

"That's fine, I'll just not drink it"

"N-no, let me try more"

She tries again using a napkin but even that fails and she starts getting irritated

She really wants to open this can for you. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she couldn't do something that simple for her love? But she also really doesn't want to ask anyone for help and doesn't have enough money to buy you another one so she has no choice: she has to open this can

She takes out her knife and tries to slice the lid open but somehow that still doesn't work

At this point she's sweating and panicking and super embarrassed so she eventually gives up and gives you the can back while blushing

"I-i'm so sorry y/n"

"Don't apologize it's fine, no one can open that anyway"

"R-really?"

"Yeah I gave it power and she was so mad about it"

"Hehe, t-that makes me feel a bit better"

Quanxi

She just nods silently and takes the can from your hands

Not only is quanxi one of the most powerful devil hunters there is she is also a very physically strong and muscular woman so opening cans and jars for the people she loves is something she happily does almost daily and with ease

"Hm?"

"Is everything OK?"

"........don't worry, I got it"

She now tries again this time using her full force and it still doesn't budge so she puts it on the table and just glares at it before getting up

".....quanxi, where are you going?"

"I'll open the can"

".........that's not what I was......nevermind"

Whenever she comes back you notice she has her swords with her which you're very worried about

"W-what are you doing?"

"Opening the can for you, stand back"

One single slash from her Dao is enough to kill a devil, so why the heck is this can still not only intact but open

"..................."

At this point the fiends come in the room because or the noise and each of them try to open the can still failing

"Girls please stop I'll just get-"

"No, you asked for this can to open and so we'll open it!"

"Halloween!"

At a certain point quanxi stops them and still stands in front of the can glaring at it

"............"

You see her about to take off her eyepatch and turn into crossbow form so you hug her and she calls down.......still glaring at the can though

Asa mitaka/yoru

"Huh? Uh......sure ok"

Asa knows she's not strong, but she at least hopes to be strong enough to open a soda can especially since it's for you

The more she struggles, the more embarrassed and red she gets, she seriously can't even open a can!?

"It's fine if you can't I can just get another one"

Asa sighs and blushes even more at you smiling at her before starting to put the can back on the table

"Thank you, seriously though what's that can ma-"

"You really can't even open a soda can for y/n? How more pathetic can you get?"

".......ok no I'll do it"

Normally, she'd just brush off one of yoru's many insults, but for some reason, this time, she couldn't just let it go, simply because it was for you, the person who asa wakes up every day thankful to have in her life. You make her life worth living by just loving her she CAN open a soda can for you

.....Yeah, it turns out she can't, when she eventually gave up she put her head on the table incredibly embarrassed and upset

"See? Pathetic"

"If you're so sure of yourself then you try it!"

"That's what I was going to do in the first place"

Asa raises her head and you see that now she has scars on her face and her eyes are ringed

"Hey yoru, wanna try too?"

"Obviously, it's just asa who's weak, how hard to open can a soda can b-"

The words die in her mouth as she tries to open the lid but can't

"What the-"

She tries again but nothing works and now she's pissed off

Sure, yoru might have gotten over what happened with chainsaw man. Thanks in no small part to you, but she can't withstand a humiliation like this, especially because it's in front of the only human she actually cares about. She's the war horseman for crying out loud, she rejoices in killing humans and bloodshed and she can't open a soda can

She continues until she's breathing heavily and her face is completely red but still won't give up

"..........hey-"

"Before you ask, no you can't go and turn a random human into a weapon to help you"

".......dammit"

She tries using her powers on the can itself though and it still doesn't work somehow, which causes her to rage completely now

She kicks and steps on the can angrily while insulting it, she eventually runs out of energy and sets down on the table in the same position her host was before

Fami

"O-oh me? S-sure, g-give it here"

Her strength is one of the very few things fami is confident in. She's a horseman of apocalypse so she's always been strong and using that strength to protect you or help you is a great way to show her love for you

"H-huh? W-what?"

"Is everything OK?"

"Y-yeah don't worry.....i-i got it"

Her smile fades faster than ever as she tries again and nothing changes, this has never happened before why is it happening in front of you now?

"....uh.....fami..."

"N-no y/n i-i can do it"

Tears start coming out of her eyes as she tries pulling the lid off with her teeth

"Fami, please stop I'll just get another one"

"*sniffles n-no please i-i'm close *sniffles*"

Eventually her older sister sees her struggling and asks if she can help but fami refuses because she doesn't want to embarrass herself even more

When she understands she can't do it she just starts crying uncontrollably

"Waaaaaahhhh!! I'm sorry y/n *sniffles* I'm so useless I can't even open a can for you!"

"I-it's ok fami, everything's all right"

After that you have to comfort her a lot.... and she starts tearing up every time she sees a soda can

Death/ (D) fami

She puts down her won food and wordlessly takes the can

Death knows she's the right woman/devil for the job. not only is she literally the strongest devil ever she also has to have opened thousands of soda cans with how many times she goes to fast food restaurants

She tries, thinking this is going to go as easily as the other countless times but is happy on the inside as she gets to do this for you

".......death are you sure you've got it? You've been going on for like 5 minutes"

"......oh"

She didn't even notice it had been that long, since she was focused on only opening the can. When she tries again this time at full force she starts noticing that it's actually not working

Her expression still doesn't change however, she's determined to do this for you, she tries for another 5 to 10 minutes before realizing how weird this actually is

This girl could singlehandedly wipe out the entirety of humanity if she wanted to (not that she'd ever actually do it) but now she's struggling to open a soda can

"............"

"It's fine if you don't-"

"No, I just need some help"

"Wha-"

You suddenly see the falling devil just appear behind her and you can't believe she actually summoned a primal devil to open a can

"What do you need of me, mademoiselle?"

"Open this soda can"

"............pardon?"

Falling devil tries opening it with her many arms, but it still doesn't work, then she uses her powers on it, but even while falling under pressure that would kill a human....the soda can doesn't budge at all

Death unsummons falling devil and looks at the can actually mad at this point, it's the first time you've seen her with anything resembling anger on her face

"........I can buy you more later right?"

"....y-yeah why?"

You see her summoning the guillotine devil this time and just sigh, glad that you decided to get take out because she would have totally done this in public too

When even guillotining it doesn't work death is fed up with the can and just throws it out of the window and resumes eating

The next day she brought you like 15 different soda cans to apologize

"You know you really didn't have to do this right?"

"I failed you, this is my apology"

"It's really nothing but I know you're not going to return this so....."

You hand her one of the cans

"Let's just split these"

Death just stared at the can in your hands with even more rage

"No, please keep them to yourself"

You're very shocked as this is the first time she has ever refused any food or drink

".....o-ok"

.......did a soda can manage to scare the death devil?

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Chuckles impatience huh?

Fami : very....

[Shows Y/N making a grilled cheese while fami's hugging Y/N from behind]

M!Reader : You know it's just gonna be grilled cheese right?

Fami : i know... But it's made by you...

[mysticalstuff]

Ohshc characters with Fami-like! S/O:

Fami is calm, enigmatic, and manipulative, often observing others with an air of quiet amusement, (and my wife 😋). She’s highly intelligent and tends to orchestrate situations to her advantage while maintaining a composed and confident demeanor (Yummy 🤤).

:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ :*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ :*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡

Tamaki Suoh:

Tamaki would be both intrigued and intimidated by her mysterious nature. He’d constantly try to impress her with his extravagant displays of affection, though her detached responses would leave him flustered. Tamaki would become convinced that she hides a tragic backstory and would dramatically declare his intent to uncover her “true heart.” Despite his antics, her calm presence might ground him.

"My darling, your stoic beauty only makes my desire to see your smile burn brighter!"

Kyoya Ootori:

Kyoya would find her manipulative tendencies fascinating — not because he disapproves, but because he recognizes a kindred spirit. He’d admire her intelligence and may even find himself caught up in her schemes without realizing it. Though he'd never admit it, Kyoya would respect her ability to rival his own strategic thinking.

“You're quite skilled at influencing outcomes without lifting a finger. Impressive."

Haruhi Fujioka:

Haruhi would be skeptical of her S/O’s enigmatic nature. She’d be wary of any manipulation attempts, seeing through her subtle schemes. However, she wouldn’t hold it against her, understanding that some people rely on control to feel safe. Haruhi would treat her with genuine kindness, hoping to see her softer side emerge.

"You don’t have to play mind games with me. I’d rather just talk to you like this."

Hikaru Hitachiin:

Hikaru would get frustrated with how unreadable she is. Her calm composure would throw him off, making his usual teasing ineffective. He’d lash out in a childish attempt to get a reaction, though deep down, he’d crave her acknowledgment. The more she withheld, the more obsessed he’d become with earning her approval.

“Tch. You’re no fun when you don’t react. But I’ll change that."

Kaoru Hitachiin:

Kaoru would be more cautious around her than Hikaru. He’d sense the weight behind her words and would hesitate to fully trust her. However, her composed nature would intrigue him, and he’d enjoy trying to understand her motives. Over time, he might appreciate the effort it takes to break through her walls.

"You always seem one step ahead. But that doesn’t mean I won’t catch up."

Honey (Mitsukuni Haninozuka):

Honey would be surprisingly perceptive beneath his childlike facade. While others might fall for her manipulations, Honey would sense her true nature. He’d innocently call her out on her schemes in a way that’s disarming, leaving her uncertain of how to respond. Despite this, he’d treat her kindly, believing that no one is entirely as cold as they appear.

"You can try to trick people, but I see you, you know! Want some cake?"

Mori (Takashi Morinozuka):

Mori would be unfazed by her enigmatic presence. His stoic nature would mirror her own, making their interactions a quiet battle of unreadable gazes. He wouldn’t challenge her directly, but his unwavering presence would prevent her from easily manipulating him. Mori’s loyalty and sincerity would act as a grounding force, making it difficult for her to maintain her facade.

"I don’t need words to understand. I’ll stay by your side."

:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ :*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ :*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡

[lumicherie]

TW!BLOOD

Makima?? THE makima from chainsaw man???

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated<3

[the-ultimate-puppeteer]

Hi! Saw you mentioning me and wanted to say thank you and request (maybe to increase the fami x reader stuff on her) so how about fami with a reader who has a disorder that causes him to be unable to taste food, so he can't really get pleasure from eating but gets very sad when someone mentions how good something tastes because he wants to eat like a normal person but can't. Sorry if it's too complicated and thanks!

Fami with a boyfriend who can't taste food

•Ageusia a disorder that reduces one's own ability to taste

•honestly it never really bothered you for a big part of your life that you weren't able to taste food

•Food was food to you it didn't much matter if it tasted good or not, literally

•That was until you started getting older and making friends and noticing how happy everyone got when it came to food

•How it seemed to bring everyone such joy and how they'd talk about things like flavor how sweet something was, or how sour a food is

•You couldn't help but feel like you were missing out on something everyone else around was able to experience with such ease.

•Maybe it was that very fact that attracted you to your current girlfriend Fami

•Fami absolutely loved food, you could easily tell it was her favorite thing in the entire world, she even said as much with only you being a match for her love of food

•Fami initially didn't know that you weren't able to taste food until she found out vua rumor and asked you straight up which you of course confessed that you weren't able to taste

•Thankfully this didn't seem to bother Fami, that was on the surface it didn't, she hated that the person she loved couldn't experience something so wonderful as tasting food

•She had the power to change that of course but she didn't know if she should are the risk of revealing herself to you, at least not yet

•Though that reveal ended happening a lot sooner then she had anticipated, especially after she started noticing things she didn't before

•She use to notice that you try upset or sad about something, with the added conext if your taste disorder it occurred to her that you weren't fine with not being able to taste, it was something that actively bothered you and from what she saw it was on a daily basis

•It was then and there that she decided that you were worth the risk.

•When she finally told about who she was you were definitely shocked, I mean yeah you knew Fami was a bit odd but a Devil and not only that she was famine

•Then she told you she wanted to make a contract with you, she wanted for you to be able to taste like everyone else. You'd thought you'd hidden you anguish over that pretty well but apparently not

•That's when you really processed what she just told you, she can give you the ability to taste, something so basic that everyone but you had and she could give it to you

•Needless to say you agreed pretty much instantly, the terms of the contract not even mattering to you, after all being with Fami forever the person who had given you this wonderful gift, that was definitely a fair trade

•The first thing you did after the contract was complete was kiss Fami deeply and passionately, you had immediately noticed the difference and understood even more why people did this so much since apparently even people had flavors and Fami tasted like a rainbow of colors and beautiful emotion

•You couldn't wait to go out eating after this, but for now, you wanted to stay here and enjoy the taste of your wonderful girlfriend and now eternal soulmate.

[gl1tch3doracle]

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CSM blog made entirely for my own enjoyment because there isn't a Chainsaw Man woman I don't love (Makima pending). Seeing as there wasn't much content for the characters I love, I decided to do it myself.

♡ = Personal favourite.

Masterlist,

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Characters I will write for with absolute delight who don't get nearly enough love ↴

➼ Cosmo ➼ Falling devil ♡ ➼ Fami ♡ ➼ Long ♡ ➼ Pingsti ➼ Princi ♡ ➼ Reze ♡ ➼ Tsugihagi ➼ Yoru ♡ ➼ Yuko ♡

Characters I will write for with absolute delight who get love already but for a good reason ↴

➼ Asa Mitaka ♡ ➼ Himeno ♡ ➼ Kobeni ➼ Power ➼ Quanxi ♡

Characters I wish I could write for but I sadly don't know enough about ↴

➼ Michiko Tendo ➼ Whip Hybrid

Characters I might write for but I don't know ↴

➼ Makima

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I will write character + reader

I will write character + reader + character

I will write themes such as fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

I will write oneshots + headcanons

I will only be accepting around 3-5 requests at a time (because I like to bite off more than I can chew)

I won't write character + character

I won't write anything NSFW

More of a writing style, but I also don't write specific characteristics because I like to keep my writing immersive and inclusive as possible. That being said, these are all female + female or female + gender neutral oneshots.

[authorlibrarianrachel]

Looking for beta readers for my book. If you like vampires, queer books, supernatural stories, morally gray characters, found family, friends with the villain, and/or sunshinexgrumpy tropes than this book is for you. I've poured my heart and soul into this book over the last 18 months and now I'm ready for people to take a look at it. So please click the link and check it out.

[hoesoflamentation]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ toji fushiguro x f!reader, 18+

// content warnings for babysitter!reader x boss!toji, age gap, power dynamic, fingering, oral (both m&f receiving), rimming (f receiving), p-in-v sex, daddy kink, size kink, spanking / slapping

" W E ' R E headed for another heat wave! Rising temperatures have led to a heat advisory, so blast that air conditioning and stay indoors."

That meteorologist didn't need to tell you twice: you were already sweating in your strappy sundress. Despite both an air conditioner and a fan, the air was thick with the haze of summer.

The TV blasted the weather report in the background as you sat on the floor, coloring with little Megumi. He grasped the crayon in his tiny fist, wearing a serious frown that reminded you of his father.

You reached for the remote to change the channel to a children's show, then leaned over Megumi's shoulder.

"Whatcha drawing, buddy?" you asked curiously.

He scowled and hunched over the drawing protectively.

"A picture for my dad," Megumi grumbled.

You smiled.

"I bet he'll love it," you replied cheerfully. "Maybe he'll even hang it on the fridge."

For the briefest of moments, the dark cloud over Megumi's head lifted.

“…maybe," he agreed reluctantly.

Before long, playtime was interrupted by the sound of turning locks and heavy footsteps.

Megumi's father, Toji Fushiguro, walked into the living room and slung his bag and hard hat onto the floor. He was still dressed in his work clothes, covered in a fine layer of sawdust and sweat.

"Hi Daddy," Megumi greeted without looking up.

Megumi was still intensely focused on his artwork, his brow furrowed as he scribbled. He didn’t even seem to notice when you rose to your feet, leaving him the only one still laying on the floor.

Toji rubbed his scarred mouth, doing his best to hide a smirk.

"Hey, kid," he greeted. "What are ya drawing?"

"I made you a picture." Megumi stared up at his father with bulging, round eyes. "Do you... like it?"

"Nah," Toji teased.

Megumi's face fell. Toji chuckled and ruffled his son's hair before dropping the punchline: “I love it. I'm gonna hang it in my locker at work. All the guys will be jealous."

Megumi beamed. Meanwhile, you seized the rare opportunity to sneak a glance at Toji, blushing at the way his sweaty shirt clung to his bulging muscles.

When you first started nannying for the Fushiguros, you were terrified of Toji. Soon, however, you realized that no matter how intimidating he looked, Toji Fushiguro was nothing but a big teddy bear when it came to his son.

As cliche as it was to admit it, you could say you had developed a little bit of a crush on your boss.

“Oh, right,” Toji blurted.

He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled handful of fifty dollar bills.

“This is for you, for this week…and last.” Toji cleared his throat awkwardly. “Thanks for understanding. About the, uh, money thing.”

You tried not to stammer as your face flustered.

“Really, Mr. Fushiguro, it’s no problem… watching Megumi is my pleasure.”

Toji frowned, his face crinkling in the same genetic pattern as his son’s.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Y/n?" He rolled his eyes. "Call me Toji.”

Your cheeks burned while testing out the moniker.

“R-right… uh, Toji.”

Truth be told, you had been avoiding using his first name. It was dangerous to let yourself get too attached; dangerous to give into a fantasy that would never, could never, happen.

Toji cocked his head. He eyed you curiously as you stood before him, open-mouthed. You were too flustered to even consider what he could be thinking about.

“…well, take care of yourself, Y/n," Toji finally said.

You nodded in agreement as you gathered your things with a hard swallow, giving Megumi a pat on the head in parting.

“I’ll be back on Monday, alright?”

Once again, Megumi didn’t look up from his artwork. He had pushed aside his first drawing: an assignment from school, to draw a picture of his family.

Stick figure versions of both you and Toji stood on either side of Megumi, both of you holding his hands and wearing big grins. The sight of it made you smile, then frown.

You wondered how Toji would feel when he noticed that Megumi had included you in his “family portrait.” It had been a long time since Megumi had lost his mom, but you sincerely hoped you hadn’t overstepped any boundaries.

Well, at least one person didn’t seem worried. Now, Megumi was scribbling what appeared to be a dog in black crayon.

“See you later, Miss Y/n,” Megumi said, without so much as a blink.

You shook your head with a smile and gave him a little wave. “Bye, Megs.”

As you turned to head out the front door, you were interrupted by a beefy forearm thrust against the wall, painfully close to brushing the bare skin of your exposed shoulder.

Goosebumps broke out along both of your arms as you looked up at Toji from beneath your lashes. He wore a serious, almost threatening expression, tracing his tongue along his lower lip like he was tasting blood.

Your heart raced as his breath blew warm and sweet against your face. You could almost taste a faint hint of breath mints mixed with tobacco smoke; could almost smell a tantalizing whiff of his musky cologne.

“Um, did I forget something?” you mumbled bashfully.

The moment you made eye contact, Toji seemed to break out of whatever trance he was in. He blinked hard and took a big step back.

“Uh, no. Just… stay cool out there.” Toji awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, muscles flexing underneath his sweaty shirt. “Heard this week’s supposed to be a scorcher.”

You folded your arms across your cleavage, stopping your hard nipples from peeking through the eyelet lace of your dress. Hot as it was, Toji’s attentive gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“Yeah," you exhaled breathlessly, "I’m feeling hot just thinking about it.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

On Monday, the cruel sun continued to blaze even as Toji was getting home from a long day’s work outside. And for the first time since leaving his criminal past behind, he felt bloodthirsty.

Something about the way those denim shorts hugged your perfectly-round ass had him pinned by the throat… or, more accurately, wanting to pin you by yours.

You were chasing after Megumi and his friend Yuji, playing a game of 'floor-is-lava,' when Toji arrived home.

When you bent down to scoop up Megumi in a playful airlift, Toji wondered if this was a special kind of torture invented just for him. After all, the only thing that could possibly make him want you more than seeing you bend over in that outfit was seeing the way you acted with his kid.

You were so caught up in the game that you didn’t even notice Toji come home until Megumi said something mid-air.

“Hi, Daddy.”

You gently placed Megumi on the ground, dusted off your skimpy outfit, and flashed Toji those innocent doe eyes of yours.

“Welcome home, Mr…" You swallowed, then rephrased: "-um, Toji.”

Toji. Hearing you finally say his name, after months of telling you to stop calling him damn “Mr. Fushiguro,” was the last straw.

It was all he could do to push away the intrusive thoughts of you breathlessly screaming his name — Toji, Toji, Toji! — as he plowed into you from behind…

…was it just him, or had the air conditioner stopped working?

But before Toji could say anything to save himself, the neighbor’s brat Yuji ran up to him and pulled on his pants leg.

“Hi Mr. Fushiguro!" Yuji exclaimed with a grin. "Want to play 'the floor is lava' with us?”

Toji couldn’t take the heat anymore. He had to do something.

“Sorry, kid, can’t," he grumbled. "Got to talk to Miss Y/n for a second.”

Megumi suddenly ran out from behind your legs and tugged on his dad's pants.

“Can I come with you?” he mumbled, barely audible.

Yuji jumped up and waved his hands around, seeming to fill the whole room with his clumsy limbs. “Me too! Me too!”

Toji ruffled Megumi’s hair with a chuckle.

“Not this time, kid," he said fondly. "Got to talk about grown-up stuff. Go hang out with Yuji in your room.”

Megumi heaved a sigh.

“Okay... Come on, Yuji.”

Megumi grabbed the pink-haired boy’s hand and dragged him up the stairs. Yuji stumbled after him, making no effort to lower his voice as he questioned, “What do you think they’re going to talk about? Do you think they’re going to kiss?”

Toji’s cheeks burned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry ‘bout him," he mumbled. "I appreciate you watching ‘em both.”

You shifted awkwardly. “I don’t mind. At least Megumi seemed to have fun.”

Nervously, you took a step closer. “So... what did you want to talk about?”

Your voice shook slightly, as if you were afraid to get in trouble. Toji, on the other hand, knew he was already in deep. You were close enough now to give him bad ideas, like reaching out to put his hand on your thigh, or slowly sliding it up higher…

Toji cleared his throat. “Uh, it’s-“

Well, shit. He hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“-it’s about your outfit,” he blurted.

You cocked your head slightly. “My outfit?”

Your voice took on a teasing tone. “I didn’t realize you were into fashion, Toji.”

And Toji hadn’t realized you were such a brat. Your attitude only made his body temperature climb even higher.

You were exactly his kind of woman - minus about 20 years. And here you were walking around, teasing him, with no idea what you were doing to him.

It had to be some kind of cruel punishment, delivered straight from God himself. Toji was growing impatient.

“I don’t give a shit about fashion, Y/n," he fired back. "I called you here to ask you what the hell you were thinking, wearing that to work.”

“This, really?” You raised your eyebrows, squirming uncomfortably under his intense stare. “It’s just shorts and a T-shirt.”

‘Just’ shorts and a T-shirt? Yeah, right.

“You call those shorts?" Toji snorted. "They barely cover your ass cheeks.”

His eyes lingered on the hem a moment too long, the borderline pornographic way the denim rode up between your soft, fleshy thighs.

“And that shirt is practically see-through.”

Toji's gaze traveled up your torso, fixating on your supple breasts and hardened nipples underneath the thin white fabric...

...he found it infuriating. How could you not have noticed what you were doing to him? How could you not have expected it, when you left the house looking like that - looking like a chew toy ready to be torn into shreds?

You gulped. Toji must have scared the shit out of you, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to care. In that moment, he swore you deserved it.

“I’m sorry, Toji-“

“Sir,” Toji interrupted, unable to help himself. “Call me sir.”

You might have been confused by his mixed signals — after all, he had asked you to call him Toji a million times — but if you were, you didn’t let it show.

Your reply came out as a mere whimper: “Sorry, sir.”

Fuck. The breathless tone of your voice sent shivers down Toji’s spine.

Toji turned to brace himself against the kitchen countertop, making a pathetic effort to conceal the hardening bulge in his jeans. His knuckles went white as he gripped the marble with the same force he wanted to use to pin your wrists against his headboard.

“...go home, Y/n,” Toji finally choked out, his voice low and hoarse. “And wear something different tomorrow. Unless you want me to do something stupid.”

Wide-eyed, you nodded hard, quickly gathering up your things and clutching them close to your heart. You made a beeline for the door, while Toji stood frozen in place, chest heaving.

He half-expected you to quit right then and there. But before you could rush out the door, you turned over your shoulder and called out, “See you tomorrow, sir!”

The door slammed behind you, and Toji let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as he moaned into his hands.

"What the hell is she doing to me?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You figured Toji probably didn’t mean it. After all, he was ten years your senior, and probably much more experienced.

When you woke in the middle of the night, sheets drenched in sweat from the unbearable temperature, you wondered if it could have been some kind of shared fever dream brought on by the heat wave...

...but even knowing you were hallucinating didn’t stop you from riding the hell out of your vibrator. For what felt like hours, you whimpered Toji’s name until you eventually drifted back to sleep.

Your heart raced with anxiety as you showed up to work the next day and rang the doorbell.

Awkwardly, you tugged at the hem of your too-short skirt and skin-tight camisole, wondering if you should throw on the extra shirt you had thrown into your bag this morning - just in case you changed your mind.

Had you mistaken him? Had you taken Toji’s words too close to heart; decided to hear only what you wanted to hear?

The door swung open, and Toji’s jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists at his sides.

You waited in the scorching heat for what felt like an eternity, sweat beading on your back as the sun beat down on your exposed skin.

Then: “Remember what I said to ya yesterday?”

You nodded, knees suddenly growing weak.

Toji dropped his head and swore, running a calloused hand through his shaggy hair.

“Fucking hell, then…” He laughed as if in disbelief, then looked up at you with a hungry smirk. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

In an effortless swoop, Toji picked you up with one arm and tangled the other in your hair. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively while he backed you both toward the bedroom, feeling his enormous bulge press into your stomach as he parted your lips with his own.

Toji kissed you hard and deliberately, as if he had carefully planned out each stroke of his tongue - as if he had been rehearsing this moment for weeks in his head.

“Wait, what about Megumi?” you asked breathlessly as Toji threw you down on the mattress.

“Still asleep,” Toji growled into your neck, nipping at your earlobe.

You nuzzled into his chest to hide your smile as Toji, your boss, left violet marks on your shoulder…

Coming to work early had certainly paid off.

“Dunno what the hell I’m thinking, messin' with a girl this young-“ he grumbled into your skin, licking stripes down your neck as his other hand slid under your top.

“-damn, Y/n - no bra?” You yelped softly as his rough fingers began to toy with your nipples. “Ya really came here begging for it, huh?”

Your cheeks burned hot as you realized there was no more denying how intentionally you had planned this moment… but Toji only laughed, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

“A stronger man might’ve fired ya, y’know,” he murmured into your skin.

Toji forced his knee between your legs, coating the denim in your slick.

“Fuck, no panties, either?" He shook his head and laughed. "Girl, you’re either brave or crazy.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, turning to hide your embarrassment in Toji’s satin sheets.

“Sorry?” Toji scoffed. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t make me laugh.”

In an unexpected move, he kissed you sweetly, allowing his lips to linger; a string of saliva connecting you even as he pulled away.

“You’re gorgeous, ya know that?" Toji snorted at his own thoughts. "And I’m...probably old enough to be your dad.”

You furrowed your brow, absentmindedly trailing a hand down Toji’s clothed spine.

“I don’t think of you as old," you gulped, avoiding his eyes. “But...you’re probably a lot more experienced than I am.”

Toji snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re worried about impressin’ me, girl.”

You glared at him stubbornly as a shit-eating grin crept its way onto his face. Of course he was right, but you weren’t about to let him know that.

A sharp breath escaped your lips as Toji rolled on top of you. One hand pinned your wrists above your head; the other bunched the hem of your tank top under your breasts.

“Sweetheart," Toji hummed, "lookin' like that... you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”

He leaned down and pecked you on the lips for emphasis.

In one skilled maneuver, Toji flipped you onto your stomach and pressed his weight down on top of you. One hand reached around to roughly tug at your breasts, while the other lifted your skirt to expose your needy little cunt.

Soon, you found yourself babbling nonsense, tears threatening to burst as the worn-down pad of his finger circled your throbbing clit. Each of his touches seemed to know exactly what your body needed, as if he reached deep inside your subconscious to pull it out.

“That’s it, girl… let it all out,” Toji whispered into your ear, hushing you as you cried and moaned into the downy pillows. “Daddy’s got ya. And he’s gonna take good care of ya.”

He tongued your earlobe as you reached clumsily behind you to palm at the bulge in his jeans. You weren’t surprised that Toji knew exactly how to push your buttons… but what did surprise you is the way he groaned at even the slightest of your touches, hips bucking away from you as if every stroke of your hand made his skin burn.

“Hmmm, that’s not fair, Y/n,” Toji hissed between gritted teeth. His breath grew quicker and shallower with each of your sultry movements. “I’m not finished with ya yet.”

Toji dug his claws into your sides and pulled your arched hips up to meet his mouth. His enormous hands covered your ass cheeks as he spread them for a better view of his meal.

Toji groaned as he licked a long stripe from front to back, lapping up every last drop of the juices that threatened to drip onto the bedsheets. At the top, he prodded his tongue into your untouched asshole, relishing the way your tight walls puckered and clenched around his strokes.

“Fuck, Toji - more, more, more!” you mewled, drool running down your chin and into his pillow.

Toji chuckled into your puffy mound, his sweet vibrations sending a jolt between your legs. Your legs trembled as he plunged two fingers into your dripping cunt, a stream of your juices leaking onto the bedsheets. He kissed and kneaded at your luscious ass cheeks, hugging your thigh with one hand and eagerly trying to stuff every last drop of slime back inside with the other.

“Such a sloppy thing,” he babbled into your thigh. “Makin’ all this fucking mess f’me…for your daddy.

He palmed your ass, then hit it with a smack that reverberated through the walls.

“What should I do with ya, hm?”

You whimpered as he pressed you deeper into the mattress, slapping your other ass cheek as he devoured your pussy.

“Should I let ya take my cock for a ride? Ya want big, bad ‘Mr. Fushiguro’ to fill ya up?” Toji cooed mockingly.

You were helpless to do anything but moan and rut your hips as Toji backed away from your cunt.

You rolled onto your back, leaning back on your elbows. Strings of your slick stuck to his stubbled chin, Toji made a big show of wiping it off with his thumb and stuffing it into your open mouth.

“C’mere, sweetheart," he said, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Show me how well you can suck."

Toji kneeled and unbuckled his belt as you leaned forward on all fours, tits dangling below your bunched-up shirt.

His cock sprung from his jeans, girthy and veiny and throbbing - and already leaking from the tip. You swirled your tongue over his head like a lollipop, mopping up every last drop.

“Hah, fuck, darlin’… you make that look too easy.” Toji smirked down at you as he pushed your head onto his length, thrusting back until his mushroom tip brushed your tonsils. “C’mon, I know ya can take more of it than that.”

He chuckled, tangling his hand in your hair, as you gagged on his pulsating shaft, your slobber pooling with the dark tufts of hair crowning his base.

“That’s it, girl, hah-“ Toji squeezed his eyes shut as yours bulged with the force of his thrusts. “Ah, fuck… you’re lost on boys your own age, ya know that? Ya telling me you’ve been runnin’ around givin’ head like this? To some fuckin’ kid who couldn’t even find a fuckin’ clit?”

Between slurps, you squeezed out a reply: “No, mmpf- this is just- hah- just for you, Toji- mmmph.”

"Fuck, Y/n." Toji pulled back, releasing his cock from your lips with a pop. He wrapped his hand lightly around your throat and gazed directly into your eyes. "Don’t go saying shit like that…. Daddy’s still got work to do, yeah?”

He leaned down for a sloppy kiss, filling your mouth with the taste of you. You were pretty sure you heard him mumble something like 'too pretty' into your lips — but to be honest, you were already too dizzy with the thought of his cock splitting you open to remember anything else.

Toji pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him, hovering anxiously over his fat tip as your heart thudded in your ears.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Toji murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “I know ya can take it...nice ‘n’ slow...”

Both of you gasped as you lowered yourself onto his shaft, his wide girth stretching your gummy walls. Every inch left you aching for the next one as you slowly tested his length, flooding around him.

“Tojiii,” you found yourself whining, in a desperate tone that made you sound like a stranger to yourself, “you're too big.”

Toji snickered. “Heh, not even halfway in and already begging for mercy?”

He slowly lifted his hips, pushing himself another inch further into your needy cunt.

“Thought you were better than that, darlin’," Toji teased with a grin.

You glared at him and, spitefully, sunk further down. Both of you gasped at the obscene squelching noises your pussy made as it gushed around his width.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Toji sighed. “Ride it just like that, mama.”

He dug his enormous fingers into your fleshy thighs, easily using you to milk his shaft. You dug your fingernails into his biceps, whimpering as he took one of your neglected breasts into his mouth.

Toji’s teeth grazed your nipples as he growled into your skin, bouncing you on his cock with an increasing sense of urgency. You felt yourself melt around him, a haze clouding your vision as your ears started to ring.

“Mmm, Toji, ‘m close,” you purred, closing your eyes as he released your tit with a pop.

From the cracks in his cool facade, you could tell Toji was approaching his high, too.

“Yeah, hah- I bet you are,” he teased with a chuckle. “You’re, mmf- a sensitive little thing, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

You bit down on his shoulder, hiding your face in his muscles.

“Ah, fuck- what’s wrong, darlin’?” he teased cruelly.

Toji started to massage your hip creases with his thumbs, making you moan.

“Is this- hah- too much for ya?”

Too dizzy to speak, you nodded. He hummed, as if that were the answer he had been looking for.

“Oh, sweetheart," he laughed meanly, "I’m barely even touching ya.”

Toji thrust his hips upward, his dick curving into your cervix in a way that had you seeing stars. You bucked your hips, trying to run from the intense sensation, but he held you tight and pushed you down harder until electricity started to gather between your thighs.

“You telling me it’s- hah- this easy to make ya cum?” Toji stroked and pulled at the coarse hairs that crested your mound, his fingers inching dangerously close to your swollen clit. “At least give me a challenge next time.”

His palm rested on the soft pouch of your lower belly, thumb hovering over the sensitive nub. You let out an involuntary whine as his heat warmed your core.

“Talk t’me, girl," Toji hissed. "Is this what ya wanted?”

“Fuck- yes, Toji, that! Exactly that-“

The words barely escaped your lips before Toji pressed his thumb against your throbbing center, making quick, tantalizing circles over the hood.

Despite yourself, you were surprised that a man so rough knew how to be so gentle. Even as his cock was tearing you apart from the inside, Toji was able to control his touch just so.

You thanked him for his service by forcing him to bottom out inside of you, his balls hitting your slit with a wet ‘slap!’

“Shiiit, mama, that’s-“

Toji squeezed his eyes shut, tightening his grip on your waist with one hand. His other hand pressed down on the bulge in your stomach as his thumb kept up a consistent rhythm.

“Speechless?” you mocked.

Toji let out a deep rumble of frustration. “Nngh- think you’re cute, huh?”

He brushed his lips against yours, captured your lower lip between his teeth, and pulled back slowly.

“Shut up and cum for me, little girl.”

Toji gave your clit a punishing smack, and you felt your toes start to curl.

“Gonna cum,” you hummed.

“You on the pill?” Toji mumbled, nipping at your throat.

You nodded, your clit throbbing in anticipation of your imminent release.

Toji grinned maniacally. “Want me to cum inside f’you, sweetheart?”

His question alone was the final push. Your hole swelled around Toji’s thick shaft, dripping creamy fluid into a puddle around his base.

“Gonna, nngh- gonna take that as a yes,” Toji breathed as your clit shuddered beneath his touch.

“Yes, fuck, yes, cum in my pussy, fuck, cum with me, daddy!” you babbled mindlessly, tears and drool streaming down your fucked-out face in a sloppy concoction.

“Heh," Toji laughed, strands of hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. "As you wish, pretty girl.“

As if you weighed nothing, Toji wrapped his arms around you and folded on top of you. He lifted your legs atop his shoulders to plunge deeper inside of you, the veins in his muscular arms straining as he pants into your mouth, his swollen cock stretching the limits of your plush walls.

Streams of his warm seed flowed into your cunt as Toji closes his eyes, strands of black hair clinging to his forehead with sweat.

“Mmph!”

You were caught off guard as Toji violently captured your lips with his own. As he kissed you, you dared to wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pressing your forehead against him, watching him intently as he painted your walls white.

Without moving, or tearing his gaze away from yours, Toji hissed, “If you leave this bed, I’ll fire ya…do I make myself clear?”

The weatherman was right: this week was gonna be a scorcher.

a/n: i've been waiting for warmer weather to post this... well, it's HOT AF where i live this week, so i figured it's finally the time! i promise the final installment of short 'n' sweet is up next, i just thought i'd post this to hold you all over while you wait. hope you enjoy the treat xx.

[iwriteyanderes2023]

Yandere Socialite (Fem! Yandere x Fem! Reader)

Divider credits: @/anitalenia

Trigger warning: Violence, drama between friends, profanity usage, yandere themes, name-calling, sexual harassment, power abuse. Choking, pet play, humiliation, drugging, sexual scenes, bondage play, female on female

(8941 words)

You regretted agreeing to this.

Your friends were raving about this massive party, where all the hottest celebrities and the wealthy go to flaunt or make a fool out of themselves. Obviously, it was an exclusive event, no mere commoners could simply walk in. To enter, it's either paying an extravagant fee or be (in)famous enough. Which, you were neither.

They claimed to know how to sneak in, undetected by the burly bouncers that you would rather not be the receiving end of their anger. It made sense to have some tight security, it is taking place in someone's mansion; someone's home, after all.

You, being new in this city and desperate to make connections to you could advance your career, said yes. You stupidly said yes, put on your best clubbing outfit and makeup, and went through with your friend's plan to slip in through one of the back doors while the other distracted whoever was around to hinder the plans.

Which leads you to be lost in a seemingly unending maze of hallways, you don't know where the other girls went and you don't know where you are. There wasn't a single soul wandering around the carpeted floor and chandeliered ceilings. Elegant paintings of men and women in dignified poses seem to peer at you in disgust; a filthy commoner dressed like a tramp. You didn't belong here, and it's only a matter of time before you were thrown into jail thanks to the recorded footage from the surveillance cameras you're sure were pointed at you.

You covered your arms with your hands as you moved onward, cussing under your breath about how silly it was to wear a ridiculously tall heel. It's already giving you blisters, so you decide to take them off and walk barefoot; silently and dryly sobbing about how humiliating this feels.

You continued trundling on, periodically looking back and trying to see where the life of the party is at so you could at least witness how it's like. Perhaps make a few connections, but you think that's unlikely. Most of them are probably drunk out of their mind or high off coke to care.

Actually, what are you even doing here? You're supposed to be networking at a classy, evening soiree, not a rich boy's messy party!

Before you could sigh again, you were interrupted by the sounds of yelling in a room nearby.

"Get off me, fucker!" You heard an enraged feminine voice shout out before the sounds of crashing reached your ears. Groaning could be heard as you assume the other party was shuffling to get up.

"You fucking bitch!" Retorted a masculine voice, followed by more stumbling. "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"We're over. Get the fuck out of my sight!" She yelled, but it doesn't sound like she was too hurt over it. It's more anger if anything.

"What...? Just like that?! After everything that I've done-"

"All you did was embarrass me over and over again! Like, does it kill you to take a shower? Does it kill you not to be an entitled, gross loser all the time?"

You inched closer to the door and discreetly poked your head in. You saw the back of a woman with the most gorgeous blond hair draping down to her tailbone. She's wearing a silver sequin dress that barely covers the fold of her bum.

The male, slightly drunk and injured from the shove with debris around him, was glaring at the blonde.

"Shut up, slut! If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't get to live like this!" He threateningly pointed at her, but she didn't budge.

"Oh? You mean that monthly allowance of fifty bucks from you? Please, I pick up my dogs' crap with it. That's how worthless you are to me, I'm only tolerating you because I'm doing your mommy a favour." She fought back, her words enraged the man even further.

"You can forget the deal our families had! I'll make sure the Maciovelli name goes to shit, you will be living on the streets before you know it!" He yelled right in front of her face, getting up close and personal; and having his stray spit hit her. She merely wiped them away.

"Ugh, you're insufferable. Whatever, I'd like to see you try, bitch." She hissed before shoving him away again.

But this proved to be a dangerous move, as it provoked the man to lunge and swing his arm at her. Luckily though, it seems she has predicted it and dodged his attack on time.

You had to do something! And so, you looked around as the pair went on to physically fight. Though, it's more like she's doing all the defense while he does the offense. Sometimes blocking his hits with her red handbag.

There is a vase nearby, decorated with intricate, hand-painted flowers. Without thinking, you picked it up and chucked it at the man. The antiquity of that piece of art be damned, that woman is in danger and you have to do something to help her!

She visibly jolted when it flew past some strands of gold and crashed onto her assailant's head, spraying shards everywhere and making small cuts on her legs. He was thrown backward and rendered unconscious almost immediately.

The woman whipped her head back to see the source of it, staring at you with wide, baby-blue eyes. You stared back at her breathtakingly stunning face; she had thin, sharp brown eyebrows that accentuated her fox-like eyes. Long, black eyelashes framed her iris as smokey makeup made her eyes look much bigger and lively. Her lips were glossy and in a shade of pastel pink, with a dusting of sparkly glitter.

You stammered, not knowing what to do or say. You're not even supposed to be here. So you remained silent as you and her continued this staring contest, the woman's eyes were scrutinizing you from head to toe.

She began walking towards you, her heels menacingly clicking against the marbled floor of that room. You felt a surge of panic course through you, so you took a few steps back.

Only to be grabbed by the shoulder by someone else behind you. Chills ran down your spine when you heard the familiar sound of a walkie-talkie beeping. "I found one of the trespassers."

You started panicking even more, speaking erratically to try and defend your case. But the security officer wouldn't hear it, instead restraining you and pulling you away from the scene. You thrashed and screamed, not wanting to get caught and end your life as soon as it started. "I need backup!" Shouted the guard into his device as he tried to wrangle you into his grip.

You shouldn't have agreed to them, look what it has gotten you into. Your life is so over, you're going to be shoved into a jail cell and forced to move back to where you came from. If only you could-

"Hey, you fatass!" You saw her red, crescent handbag whack the officer in the arm, he flinched in surprise. "Hands off my best friend! And who the fuck do you think you are, calling her a trespasser!?"

A look of surprise crosses his face. "Miss Maciovelli? She's with you?" The officer took a look at you, there wasn't an aura of money emanating from you, not like how the woman was.

You looked back at the woman, now putting her hands on her hips. An irate expression adorns her face, "Um, yeah? I just said it, are you fucking slow? Let her go right now!" She demanded, raising the volume of her voice as her patience was running thin.

He sighed and released his hold on you. The man brought his walkie-talkie up to his mouth and said that it was a false alarm and that there wasn't a need for more of them to come over. They should focus on finding the rest of the intruders, which you can guess that they were referring to your friends.

"I'm sorry, Miss Maciovelli-"

"Yeah, you better be." She spat as she hooked her arm around yours. "Insulting my girl like that- why don't you all actually do your jobs and kick the real troublemakers out? Like that pig there, taking a nap on the floor. He tried to hit me and my best friend!" The blonde pointed her ivory-white acrylic nail to her bleeding ex, who seemed to be slowly regaining consciousness.

His eyes widened as he seemed to recognize the waking man. "O-oh! That's-!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman dragged you away from the scene. Pushing you by the shoulders and pulling you by the hand. You looked behind you to see the security guard entering the room while frantically speaking into his walkie-talkie.

"You're new. What's your name?" You were snapped out of your frazzled trance when she spoke. Her pace was slowing into a leisurely walk when she deemed it safe enough. The blonde's arm was still linked around yours, though.

Her baby blues curiously stared at you, all that malice and rage she held earlier was gone. Replaced with friendliness with a bit of wariness.

You told her your name and stumbled over your words trying to explain your situation as fast as possible. You made sure to thank her for saving you.

"Your friends are gross for abandoning you like that." She scowled. "I hate fake bitches like them, they should like, get shot in the head or something."

Your mouth gape open at her extreme remarks. Is this how socialites usually talk?

You defended your friends, telling her that they didn't abandon you. They probably just lost you as everyone scrambled to hide from security.

"Yeah, you're definitely new here. They knew what they were doing. You came with five others, at least one should be hiding from security with you." She brought you into a grandiose bathroom. The blonde finally lets you go and approaches the vanity. "Those sluts used you."

Miss Maciovelli pulled a tube of lip gloss from her mini handbag and began doing touchups. You simply watched her, not knowing what to say. Well, you should have seen it coming. Big city dwellers are known to be cutthroat, and you just met them.

"Sorry babe, but that's the reality here." She smacked her lip and wiped away any imperfections with her thumb.

You scratched the back of your head. You asked her if she could show you the exit, it's been a long night and you want to go home.

"You don't wanna stay for a little?" She asked, turning to you. "You're hot, I'm sure you'll have fun. I'll get rid of those snakes for you, if that's what's holding you back."

You shook your head, feeling exhausted after everything you went through today. You asked her if she's going back to the party, wherever that may be in this mansion.

"Duh." She bobbed her head.

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you. Until she decided to fish her phone out.

"Number." She extended her hand and brought her phone, numpad side to you.

You picked it up and entered your phone number. It's saved under your name, but you doubt that she will remember you after today.

"Oh, so that's how you spell it." She mumbled, looking at the contact name.

You watch her keep her device away before fixing her hair in the mirror again. She used a nail to adjust her eyelashes.

"Okay, let's go." She linked her arm around yours again, escorting you out of the bathroom.

You and she walked past numerous rooms and halls, some had excited shouts coming from them, some had salacious moaning and some had loud booming music. When you were nearing the core of the alcohol-fueled rave, the noise from massive speakers was nearly unbearable. You even had to cover your ears in order not to blow your drums out. But the woman didn't even flinch, she continued strutting along with you in tow.

You saw men and women feverishly dancing along to the beat, the surroundings were dark and illuminated by colorful strobe lights. Good thing you weren't epileptic.

"Heyy..."

You turned your head to see one of your friends. She's wasted beyond belief. "You... you made it! C'mere, I want you to meet-"

"Fuck off, whore!" Barked Miss Maciovelli, she yanked you along with her. Ignoring the expletives coming out from your friend's slurring mouth.

You asked if that was really necessary.

"Yep. They won't get the hint if you're this nice." She answered. "They'll keep trying until you're dragged down to their level. Don't ever disrespect yourself like that." She sternly warned you.

All you could do was nod meekly.

Eventually, you reached the exit. It's as grand and fancy as it was on the inside. You see a massive water fountain in the middle of a looped road. Yet, no cars could be seen but there were hoards of security milling around.

"Wait here." She left you on the marble steps as she approached a uniformed staff member. You watched them exchange some words before she marched back to you.

You thought that this was the end of your meeting with her. So you told her thanks and bid her goodbye while referring to her as Miss Maciovelli. She scrunched her nose up in disgust.

"Ew. That's so fake. Don't call me that." She crosses her arms over her chest, and you can see pale tan lines on her skin.

You asked what you should call her instead.

"Mercedes." She replied immediately. "You know, the car."

You told her that it's a beautiful name. She smiled and flipped her hair.

You told her that you better get going, it's late. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at you and grabbed your wrist.

"And how are you going to do that? It's an hour's drive from here to the city."

You said you were going to take the bus, that's how you got here in the first place. Worst come to worst, you would call a cab.

She shook her head defiantly.

"I'm driving you home, no way am I trusting those weirdos to bring you anywhere."

You told her that you would be fine and that you didn't want to be a hassle. To that, she rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, shut up." Mercedes punched your arm playfully.

A hot pink convertible then rolled up in front of the two of you. Its headlights are heart-shaped, you thought it was cute. "Miss Maciovelli?" Said the parking Valet.

"C'mon, don't be difficult." She urged you to get in through the passenger's side.

"This is your place?" She asked with a tone of incredulity. "Looks... plain."

You wouldn't call it plain. It's small but cozy. It's also all you can afford at the moment with your job, that's why you were planning to network around to get better opportunities.

"Hm." She hummed, releasing her grip on her pink, fluffy steering wheel to fix her hair.

You got out of her car and said goodbye. She didn't say a word but watched you get to the front door.

You look behind you to see her staring, so you wave bye. But she neither budged nor returned the gesture. Simply staring at you like a hawk. Feeling a bit creeped out, you went into the lobby.

Only then did she drive away. What a strange woman.

You sighed and trudged to the lift, pressing the button and resting your forehead on the cold, metallic panel. Well. There goes your only contacts in the city, they're all not good for you.

You didn't even get to know Mercedes's number, so until she texts you first, you're completely alone.

The lift opened to reveal no one. As usual. You don't think you've seen your neighbors yet, thinking they're either avoiding you, extremely busy, or extremely reclusive. Or living in an entirely different timezone.

When you reached your room, you decided to boot up your computer. While waiting for it to be functional, you did something else; preparing the things you need for a relaxing bath and boiling some water for tonight's five-star dinner: instant noodles.

You spent the night researching Mercedes, only searching her first name predictably bringing up results of the luxury car brand with the same name. But as soon as you searched for Mercedes Maciovelli, you began learning a lot about her.

She is the heiress of a very successful, multi-billion conglomerate company. Her family owns more businesses than you can count in two hands, they're also huge and famous companies. Banks, grocery stores, and even planes. It's scary how her family possesses this much power. That was such a silly thing for her ex to say, that if it wasn't for him, she would have been in poverty. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment.

However, she is no stranger to paparazzi as she frequently mingles with high-profile celebrities, gets into physical altercations, and goes wild in nightclubs. She is nothing like what was expected of her as someone who grew up in "old money". She's associated with words like "bitchy", "fiesty", "trashy" and "Messy". Whereas her peers barely have any information available about them online, they stay out of trouble and act too elegant for the paparazzi and tabloids to take any interest.

The most interesting bit about Mercedes was her dating life. Your eyes bulged out of your skull, seeing the seemingly unending list of boyfriends she had over the years. It's almost like she has a new one every month, but there are never repeats. Articles, gossip pieces, and smear forums about Mercedes are just so prevalent, that you think you're getting a cramp on your finger by just scrolling your mouse.

In the end, you're sick of seeing the public bash the blonde. It gets old and you're becoming tired. Perhaps aging has already caught up to you, but you cannot stay up past 12.

You decided to shut your computer off and head to bed.

It's been a few days since that party. Your "friends" kept texting you, trying to get you to join one more of their trespassing escapades. You gave them excuses upon excuses because you're not interested in such a lifestyle.

"Aw, don't be such a lame-o," Drawled one of the girls as she shook your shoulder. "Come on, it'll be fun! You had fun!"

The other girls continued egging you on in this expensive cafe. You were already uncomfortable meeting them here, as you can barely afford the cheapest of their pastries. At least the ambiance looks amazing in photos. If only you owned a digital camera...

You let out a nervous chuckle as you tried to decline as much as you could without offending them.

"There's another one tonight! You should totally come with us, I got like, the routes and everything already!"

"Yeah, think of the cute guys that's going to be there!"

"OMG, I heard Retro Rhymes are going to be there!"

"Really!? The rapper!?"

You sighed as they chatted amongst themselves. You silently picked at your muffin with your fork, that was the cheapest thing on the menu and the price was enough to give you eight of these back home.

Eventually, they must have forgotten your existence. Because they continued talking until they left the building. Not saying a bye or sparing a glance in your direction. Leaving you to sit at your table alone and brooding.

Well. You shouldn't expect much when it comes to friendships here. Many people come to the city solely to make money and have fun, after all. Not so much finding true, lifelong connections.

You took a sip of your black coffee. Again, the cheapest thing you could get from there. You couldn't even afford sugar or milk with it.

Suddenly, a manicured hand slammed a cup onto your table, shocking you and making you accidentally spill some of your drink onto your blouse.

"You should try this, it's so good. Way better than your boring-ass black coffee, I bet." You recovered from your initial shock to crane your head up to see Mercedes staring down at you from above, her soft, golden hair falling to your face.

You greeted her, asking what she was doing here.

"I could ask the same of you, seeing that you're pretty broke. But I saw how you still hung out with those sluts even after I told you not to." She cocked an eyebrow as an unimpressed look crossed her face.

Today, she wears a simple, lacey crop top and a pair of low waisted jeans. You got to know that she had her belly button pierced.

You sighed once more, burying your face in your hands. You told her you don't have a choice, it's a cold world out here and you need someone to fulfill that human need for socialization. Now that you have calmed down, you decided to take a better look at the drink she gave you.

It's a tall, plastic cup with a dome cover. It's an ice-blended, creamy mocha with chocolate syrup drizzled on the sides of the cup. It has a healthy dollop of whipped cream on top and a thick straw is sticking out of its opening.

"Um, hello? You have me." She moved away from you and took a seat next to you, she ordered the same thing. Mercedes shook it around before taking a sip. "You don't need them anymore, I'll be showing you the ropes."

You thought about it for a while. There is definitely a non zero chance that she will play you like a fiddle, but it's much better to have someone high up there in the hierarchy. Even though she isn't necessarily a mature businesswoman yet, you would still have a better chance to brush shoulders with relevant people. Not... Partygoers.

So then, you agreed. Picking up your cup and taking your first sip.

It was tooth-rotting. It was good, but you knew if it wasn't for sugar, this cup would not even be filled to half. The sheer sweetness of the treat made you grimace and pucker.

"What? Don't like it?" She asked, looking bored.

You said it was nice, but a bit too sweet.

"That's the point. I like it sweet." She took another sip from her drink. "Keeps me full for hours."

You... Don't think that's how it works. Isn't it usually the opposite effect? Whatever.

For the next few hours, you and her chat about almost everything and anything. Ranging from each other's histories, to each other's interests, to oddly philosophical questions and personal views on things. There were quite a few differences between you and Mercedes- obviously so, as she was raised by the uber rich and you were raised by... Your guardians, but you liked how she kept her mind open and was non-judgemental about you.

It was refreshing, really. Someone you could somewhat be real with, unlike your previous set of friends where you had to put on the most guarded mask in order not to feel like a pathetic lowlife around them.

You were curious about her dating habits, but you think it's rude to ask about it this early on in the friendship. Plus, it never came up, so you decided to save that question for another day. You bet if she's willing to open up, it will take more than just a few hours.

It's getting late, you should leave.

So you stood up, secretly in disbelief at how you finished the entire thing of diabetes. You told Mercedes that you have work tomorrow and you're going to need to leave soon.

She frowned. "Boo. Boring."

You said that you have to be "boring", you don't have her type of money.

"And it's literally just six in the evening. It's not like it's six in the morning or something." She huffed.

You said you have been in this cafe for seven hours.

"They don't close til 10."

Still, you have to get back home. You're tired.

She stuck her tongue out at you.

"Fine. But I'm driving you home."

You said there isn't a need for her to do that, you could take the bus.

"Let's go, you need your beauty sleep." She ignored you and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you along with her so quickly that you struggled to keep up.

Weeks would go by and you would meet Mercedes every Sunday in a different cafe of her choosing. And these meetings would increase in frequency each week, to a point where you were eating all three meals with her daily. She would always foot the bill and refused to let you pay for anything, talking about how you're so poor, that you're probably fighting rats for the scraps at the bottom of the dumpster. It's an absolute win for you; no cooking involved and you haven't eaten instant noodles for months now.

The five girls you originally started off with seem to lose interest in you, they never texted or called you again. And when you did bump into any of them, they would pretend not to know you.

It's extremely obvious that they're avoiding you for some reason, maybe it's because they've seen you buddying up with Mercedes: one of their sworn enemies and one of the most feared figures in this city.

It's... Surprisingly sad. Knowing that the friendship was doomed from the beginning didn't change the feeling of isolation and hurt in you. But at least you gained something that resembled a friend.

Mercedes would gradually increase the frequency of her texts and calls, hitting you up whenever she's bored out of her mind.

"Stop working letz go shopping"

"U r SO going blind in ur 30s"

"nerd :-P"

"im boreddddddddddddd"

"go clubbing with moiiii"

"letzzz goooo"

"stop ignoring me :-("

These were just some of the few text messages you would frequently receive, blowing up your phone even when you're in a meeting. You would usually need to turn it off entirely to keep yourself quiet.

But yes, you would go shopping with her. Mercedes seem to have a kick out of spoiling you with clothes, jewelry and other things you can only dream to buy.

You didn't like trying on clothes, because Mercedes would barge into your changing room however and whenever she liked.

"What's the big deal? We're both girls." That was what Mercedes would say when she slips into the cubicle, while you're mid-change without any warning. Of course, you would react negatively to that, especially since you don't know her that well.

In the end, though, you would just give up and let her come in. It's not like you could stop her and she isn't doing anything too weird... Aside from her vaguely longing stares at your partially or completely unclothed body. She would almost be in a trance, staring unblinkingly for long periods of time until you snap your fingers in front of her face. She just claims that you're just too hot for anyone to handle.

Mercedes would contact you via your phone, asking if you would want to go clubbing with her, or if you would want to be her plus one to an event. And each time, you would say no. And each time, she would whine about how lame you are but never pushed too far.

A temporary boyfriend would take your place, only for her to break up with them the next day and appear in another tabloid for some scandalous fighting or dating. When you asked her about it, she would get moody and irritable. She would rant about her feelings and problems with the world at large, finding the dating pool now repulsive and general standards insanely low.

"Ugh! Can you believe that he said that to me?"

You would have to nod, it would end her ranting faster. It's always the same phrase over and over again, with slight variation.

"I wish men were just like you, I would find it so fucking easy to commit to a guy. But they're not, so I rather shit my hands and clap. Oh my god, he was so pathetic and gross."

You could recite her words at this point, you got it the first time that she wishes she could date a male version of you. Mercedes didn't have to repeat that every single time you and her met up.

For her sake and yours, you pray hard that she finds what she's looking for. You don't know how much more of her repetitive complaints you can take.

All your other attempts to network and make connections fail. As soon as any of them knew you were Mercedes's "bestie", they would either run for the hills or become actively hostile toward you. She has made a lot of enemies and you don't think she has any girlfriends... Only orbiters or those who tried to get her approval but secretly hated her guts. Or die-hard fans who don't see her as a human, but as an object, whether for better or for worse.

She kept them around, just because she could benefit from them. Mercedes would bring them along to some of your many shopping sprees with her just so they could carry heaps of heavy bags for the two of you. While you and her get to enjoy the day, completely unburdened.

It unsettled you how she treated them like lowly servants, or even more degradingly so, like dogs. And not like one of her spoiled Pomeranians, but mutts that are bred to work and live off scraps of attention. You could be having a spa day at the city's finest specialist, sipping on complimentary champagne, and having your hair done with products that you cannot even pronounce; Mercedes would make her lackeys wait outside. Yet, they appear happy about this treatment from her. Eagerly following Mercedes and by extension, you, wherever you go.

It didn't matter who you tried to befriend, Mercedes's opinion of them would remain constant: They're all two-faced liars who are out there to kick you when you're down. It never changed despite never even meeting them or you made them up. She's fiercely protective of you, and always assumed the worst of everyone, even her own relatives when they tried being cordial with you.

Of course, the friendship has blossomed to the point where you would have a slumber party at her multi-million mansion every Friday. You wouldn't even need to bring anything, she would have everything ready for you; clothes, toiletries, hairdryers- anything you need to survive from day to day, you would have a more luxurious version of it. She definitely has an affinity for bling, as the tops that Mercedes provides always have rhinestones decorating them.

You were living in opulence, a lifestyle that can only be seen on TV, in magazines, or in history books. It's jarring and almost dreamlike how you got to experience such things just by chance. You didn't have to work hard for it, you just need to endure a spoiled blonde's clinginess to receive all these. What a steal. You had maids and butlers that would await your every order, personal chefs to whip up something delicious in a second, and hunky pool boys to ogle at when you tan with her outside.

You just wished that Mercedes wasn't so touchy, though...

"Like, sunburn isn't cute. C'mon, don't be such a hardass, turnover." You would groan and do as you were told, laying flat on your stomach and adjusting your sunglasses. Mercedes would then squeeze a handful of white sunscreen on her palm, and begin rubbing onto your exposed back and legs.

She would always take her time running her hands over your skin, sensually massaging from the base of your neck and down to your bum. Her flesh would glide against yours, reaching all that she could touch and occasionally squeezing your cheeks down south. Whenever you complained, she would say:

"What? Not my fault you have a bubble butt. No one can resist giving a squeeze." And continues fondling you under the guise of preserving your youthful skin from the harsh sun rays. You would sigh, slumping your head down as Mercedes continued doing whatever she wanted. It's her house, her money, and her influence after all. You're just riding on it for free. And it's not like anything is going to be too weird, you and her are both girls!

"Okay, I'm done. My turn." She would hand you the bottle of sunscreen and flip herself over. It's undeniable that she has a body that even Aphrodite would be envious of, thanks to a combination of genetics, her lifestyle, and other procedures. Mercedes does put in work in her personal gym, toning her body and alluring men everywhere. Her bikini would leave very little to the imagination, but it made sense why she needed much more sunscreen.

"Make sure to get it on here too." She would purr, playfully wiggling her plump rear. This would usually prompt an eye roll from you and a giggle from her.

She's soft to the touch. And you knew that not because you would have to smear sunscreen on her, but because she would often cuddle with you. It didn't matter what you were doing, you could be stretching in her living room, and she would wrap her arms around your waist. You could be curled up on her fluffy sofa, watching a sitcom, and she would crawl up all over your space. You could be sleeping, and you would wake up to her being the big spoon. And she would have the audacity to whine about how you ruined her sleep by moving around.

But you must admit, she is comfortable to cuddle with. Especially when you rest your head on her voluptuous breasts, allowing yourself to sink into them and inhale her sweet, floral perfume. It would be heaven squared when she would rake her long, acrylic nails through your hair. Mercedes would let you twirl with her golden strands, playing with them between your fingers.

You think, maybe it's because she's just lonely and a big fan of physical touch. It must be exhausting to constantly think every single person in the world is out there to get you. But does she have to be so... gross?

"I just want it." Mercedes would whine, demanding that she wants your drink. You would ask her why, you also drank out of this straw anyway.

"I didn't like my order."

You pointed out that you ordered the same exact thing as her.

"They didn't make it right!"

You asked her what made her think they made yours right.

"They just do!"

You said it's just going to be the same thing. Why not throw hers away and order another one, seeing that she has near infinite amount of money?

She would groan in frustration and stomp her heels on the ground. "It tastes better after you drank from it, okay!? I don't know what it is about your... fucking saliva that makes something so mediocre, tastes so good. Now, gimme!" Mercedes would snatch it out of your hands and swapped it with her one.

You drank more than half of yours while Mercedes barely touched her cup. Well, more for you, you guess. At least everyone is happy.

This habit of hers would extend to utensils, you knew she would purposely drop her dessert spoon just to eat from yours. Mercedes would steal your clothes, claiming that your outfits are always cuter than hers, and she's jealous.

But she chose and bought you these clothes...?

You were so used to her antics, that one day, Mercedes gave you a new brand of gum to try. However, when it touches your tongue, you immediately grimaced as it was the most atrocious flavour ever.

"Whaatt? Are you fucking serious? That's like, my favourite flavour!" She would look at you in disbelief. And you would look at her in disbelief, because this was the first time seeing her buying this brand.

You told her that you wanted to spit it out, it's awful.

"Don't waste it!" She hit you on the arm. "Spit it in my mouth." Mercedes would part her lips wide and bring her face close to yours.

Without thinking, you expelled the partially chewed up candy into her orifice... which she gladly accepted and began chewing on it. Sucking whatever flavour that was left on, including your fluids.

"What are you talking about?" You could hear her obnoxious chews between words. "It tastes fine, you're so dramatic."

Upon realizing what you just did, you would shudder in disgust. Quickly walking away as if you're trying to run from the memory.

Soon after, Mercedes would permeate through every aspect of your life. It seems like she had a chat with her parents about offering you a job at one of their firms. A high standing one at that, too.

You obviously accepted it and resigned from your previous post. Now, THIS is what you're talking about. A prestigious job with unbelievable benefits and tasks that doesn't seem too hard for you to do. It's everything you wanted you achieve, ever since you arrived at the city.

Well, minus the fact that your bestie who got you this position would intrude your office every chance she gets and talk your ear off.

"Ughhh... this is so boring... Let's ditch this place and go somewhere fun." She would rest her head on your shoulder while shaking you by the arm.

You said you can't. You have work to do.

"Says who?"

You said your boss.

"Who's your boss?"

For the fifth time, you told her the name of your supervisor. But instead of complaining, she would storm out of your office. At first, you thought she would leave you alone, maybe she's tired of bugging you and got the hint that you're a responsible adult with adult jobs.

But, ten minutes later, she would be barrelling in with your boss in tow. She had him in a very unsavoury grip, her hands tightly clutching his sleeve.

"Tell her!" She demanded.

"Y-you're free to go. Someone else can cover for you."

Your eyes would widen, asking if this will affect your pay.

"Not at all. Don't worry, I will have this... agreement in writing. Please e-enjoy the rest of your day." He would then quickly excuse himself from the room, avoiding Mercedes's fiery glare.

You looked at her. How could she just do that?

"My Dad owns this company, duh. Anyways, less talk, more walk." She hooked her arm around yours and dragged you out of the office.

It's as if her father was paying you just to babysit his bratty, adult daughter. You barely get to do anything for the company! You don't even know what you were hired to do in the first place anymore.

It gets extremely suffocating being her best friend, you don't know anyone around except her. The staff in her mansion is always rotating, so you wouldn't see the same face twice. You barely remembered your supervisor's names, let alone any colleagues'. All your free time is robbed by Mercedes, she saturates every single second of your life. You don't remember not seeing Mercedes's pretty face on the daily, yet it's astonishing how she would get the paparazzi on her for constantly dating a new roster of boys each season and getting into catfights with other women. Where does she find the time to do that?

It's rubbing on you, now you begin to crave a boyfriend. A 'boy toy', as Mercedes would call it.

It shouldn't be too hard, you know that you're good-looking; you have the clothes, the hair, the makeup and you can always steal from your filthy rich best friend. Your bank account is a little chubbier now thanks to Mercedes. If you just put yourself out there, you're sure boys will flock to you.

But you shouldn't tell this to Mercedes, you get the vibe that she would be jealous that you're stealing the spotlight. You aren't trying to do at all, you're just curious to know what it's like to live like Mercedes for once.

So you had to do it secretly. You would always decline her requests to join her clubbing, preferring to favor sleep over drug-fuelled parties. But recently, you would cover up your eyebags with concealer just so you could introduce yourself to the market. It goes without saying, that you're not tagging along with Mercedes, you went on your own and told not a single soul.

And it was a success! You have never received so many free drinks from men before, you even witnessed some of them fighting over you, all physical and mock-macho. It was hilarious and flattering, but the other girls would avoid you like the plague and shoot you nasty looks your way. It's much worse than you expected it to feel, you feel... rejected, alienated, and ugly. Was this how Mercedes felt? Is that why she thinks all other women are out for her blood? Well, you understand it now. And some of the boys would be really creepy towards you, it doesn't feel so good on the soul knowing the people who defended you from those weirdos are also creeps themselves. They just wanted a piece of you as if you were just a slab of meat in a cage of hungry wolves.

Though, it would be a big, fat lie to say you didn't feel free. You felt the freedom that died on the day Mercedes took you under her wing. It tasted so sweet, you wanted more and more. You were so addicted, that you took illicit substances just to keep you awake for longer, to party until the sun rises.

You were leading a double life: As Mercedes's goody-two-shoes bestie in the day, a bad girl gone wild at night. Make out with whoever you want to, drinking as much as you want and shaking yourself to the beat of the music until you drop.

You knew Mercedes was suspecting something was up, but at this point, you give no shits. This is your life, and you get to live it.

It didn't last long, though.

There was one night in particular; you remembered that they had a massive disco ball in the middle of the ceiling, reflecting every ray coming out of the projector. It was deafening, the smell of booze and sweat nauseated you but you didn't notice. The DJ was bopping his head to the rhythm and scratching records using his fingertips. The patrons were doing their own thing, some were dancing like no tomorrow, some were locking lips and some were snorting lines. It was one of those types of parties, the one where you first met Mercedes. Except this time, you successfully snuck in without your ex-friends and finally found the core of the rave.

Your hair was frazzled and you had a few wardrobe malfunctions, but why should you be bothered by that? It's not like everyone around you were dignified at all, you blend in and that's all that matters to you.

The details were fuzzy, but you remembered wondering what it was like to make out with a woman instead. Men had pretty rough lips and they smelled like crap. Why not experiment? You're here anyways, and no one is going to recognize you- whatever happens in this mansion, stays in this mansion. Plus, you already have a willing participant next to you, who has been hitting on you all night.

Later in the dark, you became bold from a mix of alcohol and whatever glowing pill you took from a giddy stranger. You pulled her aside to somewhere secluded, the two of you were clearly hot and bothered, deeply eager to explore each other's bodies. Nothing else matters in this moment, other than to satisfy each other's needs.

She pulled you in by the neck, pressing her full lips against yours. And you were correct, it was soft, fragrant, and delicious. A thousand times better than kissing stinky boys. You closed your eyes and melted into her touch, sinking deeper and deeper into the kiss. She's on top of you, straddling your hips and your hands are rubbing all over her body. The woman, who you didn't even know the name of, trailed kisses from your jaw down to your collarbones. Her slender fingers began to stray from your chin and roam downwards until it was dangerously close to the hem of your panties. You let out a muffled moan as she let her tongue taste every corner of your mouth, neither of you could speak. And neither of you wanted to, words weren't necessary.

However, your ecstasy was cut short when your lover was yanked backward. Confused, your eyes immediately shot open at the first taste of emptiness... only to witness something scaringly horrific.

"Fucking slut! How fucking dare you, how fucking dare you touch my girl!" Shrieked Mercedes as she had an iron grip on your lover's hair with one hand, and another was whaling on her non-stop. She was screaming in terror as your best friend inflicted as much damage as she could on her face. Scratches, punches, cuts, she had done it all. Mercedes pulled clumps of hair out from her victim's scalp and dodged every attempt of her to fight back. She was fast, fueled with the purest distillation of rage you have ever seen, mascara streaked down her face as she shouted until her voice was hoarse. Blood splattered onto her light-hued hair, her outfit was ruined and no doubt, a thousand dollars worth of acrylic nails were ripped from her nailbed as she threw brutal punches.

You panicked, trying to break the fight up but Mercedes was entirely immersed in anger that she didn't care that she lost her natural nails along with her false ones. She's also bleeding, scarlet painted her fingertips, knuckles, and up to her wrist as she went on tormenting your lover with more hits and pummels. At this rate, Mercedes might just kill her!

You attempted to restrain her, but she was too strong, easily overpowering you just so she could beat your lover to death. There was so much hatred simmering in her heart for this one stranger, this one woman you're sure she's never met. Why!? Why her!? Why would Mercedes attack her unprovoked!?

The fight, which was one-sided ended a few minutes later when your lover stopped moving and was covered in gruesome welts. Her eyes were swollen shut and there was blood pooling around her from her nostrils, scalp, and lips.

"You."

Growled Mercedes. She was breathing heavily and all her strands were out of place. Tears were flowing down her bloodshot eyes as she trembled.

You were speechless, you quivered in fear as you looked on. In the end, all you could mewl out was a meek "Why?"

This caused her to wail, scream, and sob. She brought her injured fingers to her head and gripped her hair, letting out all her frustrations and agony before composing herself enough to form a coherent sentence.

"Fuck you, Whore! Fuck you!" She pointed at you, her shrill voice was making your ears hurt, but you're glad she wasn't biting them off instead.

You said you didn't understand what was going on, why was she so upset.

"You were into girls all along! I-I-" She sniffled, ungracefully wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Soiling her face with her own blood.

"I'm... in love with you..." Her voice quietened as it wavers, Mercedes choked on her own tears as she confessed. "Why didn't you tell me...?" She gasped erratically as she cried. Suddenly, there was a spike in her emotions. "Why didn't you fucking tell me?!"

You took a few more steps backward as she lost control over herself again, she had to kick your already unconscious lover with her heels to calm herself down.

"I wanted you! I..." She let out one last bloodcurdling scream before lunging at you.

You tried evading her, but she was just too experienced in this. Within seconds, her hands are tightly wrapped around your neck; Choking them until blood rushes up your head. You clawed and clawed on her hands, but nothing worked. She was determined to kill you.

She gnashed her teeth as she choked the life out of you, her salty tears rolled down her cheeks, taking some concealer along with it showing that she also had severe dark bags under her eyes.

You started seeing spots, and your thinking became redundant as your brain shuts down from the lack of oxygen. Is this it? Your death? Killed by a nepotism baby with her bare hands?

You took one last look at her face, it was filled with pain and anguish.

You regretted agreeing to come to the city.

She was yearning for you, ever since she bought you that first drink. If you knew the depth of her twisted, obsessive love she harbors for you, running for the hills would have been your immediate reaction.

Mercedes cried herself to sleep almost every night, suffering from a heartache that could never heal itself as long as she knew you were straight. She knew that you would never share her feelings, because she was taught that everyone sees lesbians as freaks of nature.

She tried distracting herself with parties, boys, booze, and coke. But nothing worked, all she ever thought about was you, you, you. She loves you and wanted nothing but to be your lovely wedded wife. Oh, how she longs for a life where it's just you and her. And no one else.

Mercedes couldn't let you go, no way in hell. That's why she would scare off anyone who got too close to you for her liking, that's why she sent out hit after hit to eliminate the competition. Because if she can't have you, no one can.

But now...

"Sit."

You frowned, refusing to budge from your spot.

Mercedes pouted, she cupped your cheeks and stared deep into your eyes.

"Bad puppies don't get treats, you don't want to be a bad puppy, do you, baby?" She cooed in a babyish tone but with heavy condescension.

You couldn't speak, because there was a ballgag between your lips. Yet, you stayed still in defiance.

She narrowed her eyes at your disobedience.

"That's how you're gonna be, huh." Mercedes lets go of your face and sticks her hand into the pocket of her bathrobe. You heard a click, and soon you felt insane vibrations between your legs, it's coming from the vibe taped to your clit!

You let out a muffled yelp as the stimulation made you buckle to your knees, and eventually, you were on the floor, helpless as your hands were tied up behind your back. Juices leaked from your slit and onto the cold, smooth floors.

"Good girl~" She praised in a sing-song voice. Mercedes happily clapped her hands together.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you were about to be overcome by pleasure, but... the device suddenly stopped moving. Leaving you incomplete and agitated.

You whined and whimpered, wanting your rightful climax but Mercedes only smiled at your pathetic, squirming state.

"Aww, what's that? Puppy wants to cum?" You feverishly nodded, face burning from the degradation.

"Well, only good puppies get their pussy eaten. Are you a good puppy?" She rested her hands on her knees.

You nodded and let out a muffled yell.

"Roll over."

You tried your best to do that, but the frigid floor is stimulating you further.

"Play dead."

You lay still for a few seconds, your sex is still throbbing in arousal.

"Good girl, good girl!" She praised, giggling at you.

You whimpered, having tears bead from the corners of your eyes. You need that release so badly, it's starting to hurt.

"Mmm... you're so fucking hot..." She whispered as she slowly got down to the floor, slipping her hands between your inner thighs to remove the toy. Her pupils are dilating at the sight of your naked, dripping crotch. "I can't wait to eat you out. You always taste so fucking delicious." Mercedes brushed your puffy lips with her fingers.

"Open your legs."

She didn't have to tell you twice, you granted her full access.

"Good girl..." She purred before dipping her head down to drag her wet, pink muscle over your pussy.

You writhe as she tongue fucks you, lapping up everything and not letting a drop of your sweet, sweet nectar go to waste.

You would spend almost every waking second being 'trained' by Mercedes. Her treats are sex and the overstimulation of your pussy until you faint. You never knew that she was such a nymphomaniac, or maybe she just is that for you. Mercedes just couldn't get enough of your essence, so you're subjected to such treatment.

Well, at least you don't have to work anymore. You get to eat five-star meals and sleep in a mansion, and you get to binge-watch all your favorite shows guilt-free. All you had to be was Mercedes's pet and have her eat you out whenever she wants.

Her beloved Pillow Princess; was embossed in gold, on the hot pink collar around your neck.

[carnalcrows]

LUXURY COMES AT A PRICE

pairing: sangwoo x top male reader

content warnings: 18+, sangwoo is a sugar baby, drunk sex, nipple pinching, overstimulation, no explicit sex (parts arent really mentioned), motel sex :/

word count: 2.1k

The neon buzz of the city blurred in Sang-woo’s vision, distorted by the haze of alcohol and the weight of his own misfortune. He stumbled along the sidewalk, his suit wrinkled, his tie loosened to the point of uselessness. His breath reeked of soju, and his pockets were empty—except for a few crumpled bills that wouldn’t even buy him salvation.

A debt-ridden man, a disgrace to his mother, a failure in every sense of the word.

He laughed bitterly at himself, rubbing a hand down his face as he leaned against a lamppost, trying to stop the world from spinning.

“You look like you could use some help,” a voice interrupted his misery.

Sang-woo looked up, his drunken mind taking a moment to register the man standing before him. Foreign. Young—too young, maybe mid-20s. Well-dressed in a way that wasn’t obnoxious, but exuded wealth. Confidence. Power. Everything Sang-woo didn’t have.

“Get lost,” Sang-woo muttered, turning away.

“Now, now,” the stranger chuckled. “Is that any way to talk to someone offering a solution to your problems?”

Sang-woo should’ve ignored him. He should’ve kept walking and let the liquor lull him into unconsciousness in some alleyway. But he didn’t. Because something about this man was… intoxicating.

And he was too far gone to resist the lure of something—anything—that wasn’t misery.

The stranger stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I can give you money. Shelter. A little comfort, even. All you have to do is say yes.”

Sang-woo scoffed. “And what do you want in return?”

The man smirked, brushing imaginary lint off his sleeve. “You.”

It took a second for the words to register. Sang-woo let out a dry, humourless laugh. “You want me to be your sugar baby?”

“Precisely.”

Sang-woo wanted to be disgusted. He wanted to feel ashamed, but instead, all he felt was exhaustion. He had nothing left. No pride, no dignity. Just debt and an inevitable demise.

What did he have to lose?

“…Fine.”

—

The motel room was nicer than Sang-woo expected. Clean sheets, warm lighting, a faint scent of something expensive lingering in the air. He sat on the edge of the bed, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek as the stranger watched him, amused.

“You’re so tense,” the man mused, unbuttoning his own shirt cuffs. “Relax. I won’t bite—unless you ask.”

Sang-woo exhaled sharply, glaring at him. “Just get on with it.”

The man hummed, stepping closer. One hand tilted Sang-woo’s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“You’re really bad at being taken care of, aren’t you?”

Before Sang-woo could respond, lips pressed against his, soft but demanding. It had been so long since he’d been kissed—since he’d been touched in any way that didn’t feel like desperation. His body betrayed him, leaning into it, his fingers gripping the sheets like he was trying to ground himself.

The man took his time, exploring Sang-woo’s mouth with a teasing slowness that made heat coil in his stomach. When he pulled back, Sang-woo was already breathless, his lips wet and slightly swollen.

“You’re shaking,” the man observed, running his thumb over Sang-woo’s bottom lip.

“I’m not,” Sang-woo rasped, but his voice wavered.

“Liar.”

The next kiss was deeper, messier. A hand slid down Sang-woo’s chest, over the fabric of his shirt, before slipping underneath. Fingers traced the ridges of his ribs, the sharp outline of a man who had clearly forgotten to eat his meals.

“You’re all bones,” the man murmured against his lips, his voice dark with something unreadable. “Has anyone taken care of you properly before?”

Sang-woo didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Because if he did, he might actually break.

The man pushed him back against the bed, lips trailing down his neck, slow and indulgent like he had all the time in the world. His hands wandered with a familiarity they shouldn’t have, mapping out the curve of Sang-woo’s body, brushing deliberately over the places that made his breath catch and his muscles twitch.

It was humiliating—how fast he unravelled. How easily this stranger, with gentle fingers and a dangerously calm voice, peeled away his defences. He tried to keep quiet, biting down hard, fists twisted into the sheets like that would keep him grounded. But he couldn’t stop the tremble in his thighs, the way his spine arched when those hands dragged down with purpose.

“You’re so sensitive,” the man murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. His lips hovered just beneath Sang-woo’s jaw, warm breath ghosting over flushed skin.

Sang-woo’s eyes screwed shut, face contorting in something between shame and unbearable arousal. “Shut up.”

But the man didn’t. He never did. Instead, he leaned in, kissed him again—deep and slow—like he was savouring every shaky breath Sang-woo exhaled. Like he was feeding on the little noises Sang-woo tried so hard not to make.

And God, Sang-woo hated that his body betrayed him. That his hips twitched forward when they shouldn’t. That he made a strangled, broken sound when the man pressed down harder onto his crotch, more firmly, coaxing him into a state of helpless, involuntary surrender.

He didn’t know when he started trembling, or when his arms wrapped around the man’s shoulders to pull him closer—not to stop him, but to chase the unbearable heat building in every inch of him. He could feel it rising, overwhelming, cruel in its sweetness. And he hated how badly he needed it.

“Don’t hold back,” the man whispered against his mouth, his tone dark with amusement but laced with something... gentler, almost reverent. “Let me hear you.”

Sang-woo shook his head—denying it, denying himself—but it was useless.

He broke.

The sound tore out of him—high, wounded, needy—and once it started, he couldn’t stop. The moans spilled out one after the other, shaky and raw, as his body arched helplessly beneath the stranger. There was no pride left, no shame he could cling to. Just sensation. Just release.

The man smiled against his throat, lips curling smugly as he slowed down, dragging it out with calculated cruelty. “Good boy.”

Sang-woo’s face burned. He turned his head away, breathing hard, barely holding back the whimper stuck in his throat. His whole body trembled in the aftermath, coated in a sheen of sweat, skin oversensitive and raw.

A hand threaded through his damp hair, careful, gentle. “You really are pretty when you cry.”

He scowled weakly, cheeks still flushed. “I hate you.”

But it came out more like a plea than an insult, and they both knew it.

The man chuckled, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Hate me all you want. You’re still mine now.”

And Sang-woo, unable to move, unable to breathe right, still clinging to that final echo of pleasure… didn’t deny it.

Couldn’t.

Because somewhere in the shame, the exhaustion, and the trembling weight of being known too well—there was a part of him that wanted to be owned.

And worse—he wanted more.

—

Sang-woo was still trembling, breath hitching with every aftershock that rolled through him. The man didn’t rush—he never did. Instead, he hovered over him, eyes flicking down over Sang-woo’s ruined expression like he was committing it to memory.

“You’ve got no idea how pretty you are like this,” he murmured, brushing a thumb under Sang-woo’s eye where a tear still clung. “Every time you fall apart for me, it just gets better.”

Sang-woo turned his head, still trying to hide. But then—he flinched.

The man smirked. “Ah. There it is.”

His fingers ghosted lower, deliberately slow, brushing over Sang-woo’s chest. When he lightly traced over one of the sensitive peaks, Sang-woo gasped—a high, unguarded sound—and jerked back like he’d been burned.

“Oh?” The man leaned in, curiosity turned to mischief. “Sensitive here too?”

Sang-woo’s face went crimson. “Don’t—”

But the man ignored him, thumb brushing in slow circles before flicking—just once, deliberately.

Sang-woo choked on a noise that sounded far too close to a sob. “Fuck—stop—”

But his back arched traitorously, and his legs tensed like he was barely holding on.

“God, you’re so easy to read,” the man whispered, voice thick with heat. “You pretend you don’t like it, but your body’s begging.”

Another flick, firmer this time, followed by a soothing rub that made Sang-woo’s eyes roll back. His hands scrambled for something—anything—to grab onto. The sheets. The man’s wrist. His own pride, slipping away with every tremble.

“You hate that you’re reacting like this, don’t you?” the man murmured, now mouthing along Sang-woo’s collarbone. “But look at you. I barely touch you and you’re already falling apart again.”

“Shut up,” Sang-woo whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked.

The man smiled against his skin, biting down just enough to make Sang-woo jolt.

“Say that again,” he breathed, “but this time without moaning.”

And Sang-woo couldn’t.

Because his mouth opened, but all that came out was a sound of raw, aching need.

He was shaking, breath dragging in shallow pulls that refused to steady. His chest rose and fell like he’d run a marathon, skin flushed, slick with sweat, his eyes glassy and distant—like he was somewhere else entirely, but not sure where.

The man hovered close, never rushing, always watching.

“You’ve been holding it in too long,” he said softly, brushing Sang-woo’s hair back from his forehead. “You think if you stay quiet, if you bite your tongue hard enough, it won’t get to you.”

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Sang-woo’s ear.

“But you’re already gone, aren’t you?”

Sang-woo’s hands clenched weakly into the sheets. He didn’t answer—he couldn’t. Not when the man’s fingers roamed again, slower this time, teasing patterns across heated skin. Not when he stopped to toy with the places that made Sang-woo gasp without meaning to.

A flick over his chest, featherlight. Then another, sharper.

Sang-woo jolted.

His thighs tensed, and a ragged breath escaped him—too loud, too raw.

“Still pretending you don’t like it?” the man teased, mouth trailing down his neck, his tone a little too proud. “Because your body’s already confessed.”

Sang-woo gritted his teeth, but it was useless. Every touch dragged him deeper into the haze, pulling him under like a riptide. He wasn’t sure when it stopped being about control—maybe it never was—but he was unravelling too fast to care.

And the man knew. Every whimper, every twitch, every helpless sound Sang-woo failed to bite back only made him more insistent, more mercilessly gentle.

He cupped Sang-woo’s jaw, thumb brushing along the curve of his lips like he was memorising him.

“Let go,” he whispered. “You don’t have to fight it anymore.”

And that—that—was what broke him.

Sang-woo’s breath caught. His body arched, muscles locking tight. And then—

He shattered.

Everything blurred—the heat, the noise, the light touch against his chest that sent sparks down his spine. He barely registered the quiet murmur of praise as the man held him, whispering something soft he couldn’t understand through the ringing in his ears.

His vision went white.

And for a brief, weightless moment, Sang-woo blacked out.

When he came to, the world felt far away. Like he was floating. The man was still there, stroking his hair, grounding him with the faintest touch.

“Hey,” he said, barely above a whisper. “You’re okay.”

Sang-woo didn’t reply. His body was too heavy, his mind too quiet—emptied of everything except the lingering warmth of hands that shouldn’t have felt so kind.

He closed his eyes again, letting himself drift.

Just for a moment.

—

The motel room was quiet, save for the soft, steady rhythm of Sang-woo’s breathing. He was still asleep, curled up on his side, his face turned away from the dim light seeping through the curtains.

For a moment, you simply watched him. The way his brows furrowed even in sleep, like his mind refused to grant him peace. The way his fingers twitched against the sheets, as if even his dreams wouldn’t let him rest.

He was pitiful. And yet, utterly beautiful in his brokenness.

With a quiet hum, you reached for the small stack of bills on the nightstand, smoothing them out before placing them neatly within his reach. A first taste of what was to come. A reminder that he belonged to you now.

Then, you stood, gathering your things, dressing with unhurried ease. The final piece was waiting for you near the door—a sleek, ornate mask, carefully crafted and unmistakable in its design. The mark of a VIP.

You lifted it, running a thumb over the intricate details before slipping it over your face.

It was time to return to the games.

With one last glance at the sleeping man in the bed, you smirked beneath the mask.

“Sweet dreams, Sang-woo.”

Then, without another word, you stepped out, vanishing into the darkness.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

[rekino2114]

Asking the chainsaw man girls to kill a spider for you

Ft:makima,power,himeno,kobeni,asa/yoru, fami,death x gn reader

A/n:I really wanted to make a csm smau for a while but I had no ideas and then this came to mind so I hope you like it and feel free to request more ideas for smaus....cause I have none now

Also I didn't know what to do with asa and yoru and just ended up putting them together but let me know if you want them separate (also because I find the idea of you having to buy two different phones for them really funny)

[loveesiren]

Baby Daddy (Pt. 2)

Rafe Cameron x Reader

A/n: Here's part two! Let me know if you guys want more to this story :)

Warnings: Birth, emergency c-section, language, fluff

Word Count: 1.7k+

You leaned your head on Rafe's shoulder, his hand rubbing your swollen belly as you were handed yet another gift.

You were grateful for this baby shower that Rose had put together but you couldn't help the fact that you were absolutely exhausted.

You were in no way prepared for how much pregnancy took a toll on your body. Especially in the third trimester.

You held the tiny pink blanket up. The soft fabric was lined with silk and it was absolutely adorable.

"And when you finally tell us her name, we'll get it stitched on there. Along with her birthday." Sarah said with a smile as her and John B watched you examine their gift.

"It's perfect," You say. "And her name will be revealed once she's born." You chuckle.

"I can't believe you're making us wait," John B whines, rolling his eyes.

"She's gonna be here any day now," Rafe smiled, looking down at you. "And this has been great but Y/N really needs to get some rest."

"But there is still more presents!" Rose whines.

"And she will open them later," Rafe scolds. "She's exhausted."

You were practically falling asleep in Rafe's arms.

"Alright, fine," Rose says as she stands up. "For anyone who would like to continue celebrating, join me in the back yard!"

John B and Sarah stay behind, cleaning up the mess of wrapping paper that littered the living room.

"I'm going to take her up to bed," Rafe said as he stood up and pulled you off the couch.

"Rafe, no, too fat." You grumbled as you felt him try to lift you. "I can do it."

"Baby-"

"I can do it!"

John B and Sarah laugh as you fall back on the couch, obviously too tired to move.

Rafe sighs before bending over and scooping you into his arms.

"Rafe, no-"

"Shhhh," He says, picking you up effortlessly. "Uhm, do you guys need me to-"

"Go," Sarah says with a smile. "We got it."

Rafe offers a small smile before carrying you upstairs to the room the two of you shared. Rose had turned the guest room next to Rafe's room into a nursery. The two rooms sat in a part of the house that was mostly cut off from the rest. It was the perfect little corner for the two of you and your baby while you saved up for your own place.

Rafe laid you down on the bed and pulled the covers over the two of you as he crawled in next to you and cradled your belly. "Get some rest, Mama." He said, placing a kiss on your temple.

"Rafe..." You whispered.

"Yes?"

You could feel his fingers trail over your skin. The way he cared for you and was so gentle and excited for your baby, you couldn't wait anymore. You had to tell him.

"I love you." You say as you look up to meet his eyes.

His breath caught in his throat as he registered your words. "W-what?"

You giggled. "I love you, Rafe. You're amazing. And you're going to be an amazing dad. I know we've been doing this whole pregnancy thing in kind of a weird way but I'd kind of like to be a real a fami-"

Rafe pressed his lips to yours, caressing your cheek as he deepened the kiss. "I've been in love with you for so long," He admitted against your lips. "I want all of this. I want us. I want our baby. I want to be a family."

You smiled at his response. He'd changed so much since you found out you were pregnant. He quit coke. He worked hard. He was constantly at your side making sure you had everything you needed. You practically had to pull him off you so you could go check on John B.

You could see his eyes swelling with tears. "What's wrong, baby?" You asked as you cupped his cheek.

"Nothing," He shook his head as a tear fell from his eye. "I just have my dream girl and I get to meet my fucking daughter soon. My life is perfect."

You couldn't help but tear up at his words. You ran your fingers through his hair as he rested his head on your shoulder. It wasn't long before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

———-

"AHHHHH!" You screamed as you shot up in bed. "Oh my fucking God!"

"What is it baby?!" Rafe asked eagerly as he quickly flipped on the lamp.

"It fucking hurts!" You spit. "Rafe...Rafe I think I'm contracting." You're barely able to get the words out.

"Oh, fuck. Okay!" He yells as he hops out of bed. He opens the door and yells into the hallway. "Dad! Rose!"

"Fuck, FUCK!" You scream.

"Okay, hold on baby, I have your bag." Rafe runs to his closet and pulls out the bag he had packed for you for when the time finally came. "Rose!" He screams again.

"I'm coming! What is it?" She says as her and Ward enter the room. "Oh, okay!"

Rose is by your side instantly, helping you off the bed.

"Ah! I can't-" You say as you fall to the floor. "I can't walk, it hurts so much."

"I got you baby," Rafe says, once again scooping you into his arms with minimal effort.

"Ward, start the car!" Rose commands as she grabs your bag and you all head downstairs.

Rafe climbs into the back seat with you. You dig your nails into his arm as another contraction invades your body.

"It's okay, sweet girl." Rafe says as he presses his lips to your forehead. "Just breathe with me, okay?" He holds your swollen belly up, relieving some of the pressure so you're able to catch your breath.

You can feel the car speeding to the hospital. You can hear Ward and Rose arguing in the front seat. You can feel Rafe wrapped around you, whispering sweetly into your ear. But you couldn't help the black haze that was washing over your vision as you lost consciousness.

"Hey, hey!" Rafe said as he lightly tapped your cheek. "Y/N, baby, stay with me!"

"We're almost there!" Ward says.

"She's unconscious!" Rafe screams.

_____________

Your eyes fluttered open. It was almost painful to keep your eyelids up.

Large windows lined the room, letting in the sunrise. Purple skies as the sun made it's way into view.

You felt so confused. You placed a hand on your belly. No bump. You instantly shot up, panicking at your missing baby bump you had grown so used to.

"Rafe!" You screamed.

"Hey, hey!" Rafe said as he came out of the bathroom, bouncing a tiny human in his arms. "Calm down baby, I'm here. We're here." He smiles as he sits on the bed next to you.

"Is that...is that my daughter?" You ask, taking in her tiny features. She had Rafe's eyes and your lips. A perfect mix of the two of you.

Rafe smiles, moving to place her in your arms. "You did so good, mama."

You hold her gently, tears filling your eyes as she instantly looked for your nipple. You happily fed her, gushing over the fact she knew you were her mother.

"I-I don't even remember."

"It was complicated," Rafe begins, rubbing one hand over your leg and one over her tiny head. "Emergency c-section. Thought I was gonna lose you. But you were so strong."

You couldn't help but cry. A tear falling on your child's cheek but Rafe brushed it away.

"She's been so fussy until now. She doesn't like the bottle." Rafe chuckles.

"How long have a been out?"

"Two days,"

You shudder, realizing you missed the first two days of your child's life.

Rafe pulls himself up to sit behind you. You lean back against his chest as you continue to feed your child. He runs his fingers up and down your arms and places kisses on your temples.

"I love you so much," He whispers.

"I love you too," You said as you felt yourself drift back to sleep. Rafe brought his arms around you to help hold your baby as she finished nursing.

When you woke up again the sun was setting. Rafe was draped over you, snoring softly. Your daughter in a bassinet beside you, sleeping peacefully.

You heard a knock at the door. Rafe shot up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to process what was going on.

"Hmmm, okay." He said, half asleep as he stumbled towards the door.

You felt bad. You knew he'd been doing all of this on his own while you were out. He needed sleep.

"Hey," Rafe said as your family members piled in. You were grateful for the large room.

Rose and Wheezie carried flowers and gifts, placing them on the dresser by the window. Ward followed behind them.

John B and Sarah came in after them with balloons, setting them to the side as they quickly ran to see your baby.

"Jesus," Rafe grumbled as he laid back down beside you. "M' sorry baby. They wouldn't let anyone but me in until today."

You pet his hair and place a kiss on his head as he rests against your shoulder. "It's okay, babe."

You were wide awake now. Rafe tried his best to sit up and interact but you could tell he wasn't going to last long.

John B held your baby as everyone else crowded around him. She was smiling up at him and it made your heart melt.

"So," Sarah asked. "What's her name?"

You turned to Rafe and smiled. He smiled and rubbed his eyes. "Her name is Juliette Lilith Cameron." He announced.

All the girls gushed over the name. John B smiled down at his niece, bouncing her happily.

Ward came around the side of the bed and placed a hand on Rafe's shoulder. "Congratulations, son. You're going to be a great father."

Rafe smiles at his dads words. "Thanks, dad." He gushes. You can't help but tear up. You knew how much Rafe wanted his dad to be proud of him.

After everyone had a turn holding Juliette, Rafe finally ushered them all out, claiming you and baby needed your rest. But in all honesty, you and Juliette were fine. Rafe was the one that needed a break.

After you nursed Juliette and laid her down to sleep, you and Rafe snuggled in your hospital bed, eating mediocre hospital food and watching Family Feud.

"Can I get you anything, baby?" Rafe mumbled against your shoulder, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"Get some sleep, my love." You whisper, placing a kiss on his head.

"Gotta take care of my girls first," He mumbles.

"We're good," You promise him. "We need you to be well rested."

Rafe hums into your skin, wrapping his arm tighter around you but not tight enough to hurt you since you were still healing.

"Love my girls," Was the last thing he said before he drifted off to sleep.

Tags: @torturedtypewritersdept @bigenergy777 @outerbankspov @purplerose291 @shayofandoms @mirellef2001

[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - epilogue 1

In which Lando has doubts about his worth.

warnings: angst and talk of parental death. fluff at the end tho. pairing: lando norris x singlemom!reader word count...idk like 2k? maybe less!

A Package Deal - A Package Deal - Part 2 - A Package Deal - Part 3 - A Package Deal - Part 4 - A Package Deal - Part 5 - A Package Deal - Part 6

"Today was...a lot." You sigh, collapsing into bed beside an already tucked in Lando.

"Mhm." Lando's reply is quick, a sound devoid of any emotion that has your head swinging over to where he sits beside you.

You, Lando, Stella and the rest of your family had spent most of the day moving things from your old house into the house you and Lando had purchased a few weeks after returning home from Switzerland. Both of you had wanted a fresh start as a new family and this home was supposed to be your new beginning. Something about his demeanor right now though had alarm bells ringing in your head.

"Everything okay my love?"

At this point in your relationship, you and Lando could pretty much communicate solely with an exchanged look across a room and a change in posture. You could tell when something was off with your fiance.

"Are we sure Stella should be calling me dad?"

If you had been asked to predict what was bothering Lando before he had opened his mouth, the question he asked you as he sat avoiding your stunned look was simply not even in the top 1,000 things that could have been on that list.

"I'm sorry, come again?" You try so hard to keep your anxiety and anger in check at the absolute audacity of his question, hoping that he has a good reason to be questioning his role in Stella's life.

The same heavy weight of anxiety sits on Lando's shoulders, unable to look you in the eyes. "I mean, I'm not." He says softly. "She has a dad. He died but I can't replace him. I shouldn't want to replace him."

You stare at Lando for several moments trying to come up with a response. This was certainly not the conversation you had anticpated having tonight, not after spending nearly 12 hours moving house but, here you were. Lando and you hadn't talked much about your ex. There wasn't much to say. You had dated when you were teenagers, got pregnant by accident as teenagers sometimes do, and by the time you had Stella you had gone your separate ways. He had been a good dad to Stella in those eight months before the accident, of course, but he had never connected with Stella the way you had when she was a baby.

Gingerly moving over so you're shoulder to shoulder with Lando, you lay your head on his shoulder. Relief that washes over you when he drops his head onto yours and takes your hand in his, playing with your engagement ring while he sits quietly.

Lando wasn't having second thoughts about you and Stella, about his commitment to either of you. Absolutely not. He was insecure and worried about stepping into a role that he thought he didn't deserve.

"Lan, Stella was eight months old when Chris died. You're not trying to replace him but you're the only dad she's ever known, baby. Where is all this coming from?"

If you know Lando like you think you do, you're pretty sure somethings got his anxiety up and he's worried himself into a spiral where he's convinced himself that he's not good enough or worthy of the family that he's got now.

And when he opens his mouth to explain, your suspecisons are confirmed.

"When I was packing up Stella's room today, I came across a few pictures of Chris holding Stella in the hospital." A bright shock of pain slices through Lando's chest at the thought of that picture and the feelings of jealousy that had come with seeing it for the first time. He couldn't believe how jealous he had felt knowing that he had missed that with Stella. With you. How he'd missed seeing you pregnant for the first time, how even when you started a family together like you'd talked about countless amounts of times, he'd never truly be the first one to have a family with you. He had spent the rest of the day thinking about how maybe he didn't deserve to have Stella call him dad anymore, how he hadn't earned it because there had been someone before him.

"I just don't want her to grow up thinking I'm trying to take his place. She has a dad already and what if resents me for stepping into that dad role when she's older? What if I don't deserve to be her dad?"

The pain in Lando's voice has your chest squeezing so painfully it becomes difficult for you to breathe. "Lando." You whisper, interlocking your fingers with his as you nuzzle deeper into his neck. "Baby, I need you to listen to me right now, okay? Can you do that for me?"

You pause, waiting for him to at least confirm he's going to try. When you feel him nod against your head, a small humm emanating from his throat, you continue. "Stella was eight months old when Chris died, she has no memories of him. You are the only dad she's ever known, okay? You. Do you understand me?"

"But what if..."

"No." You interrupt, tone a bit harsher than you intended. "Nope, you need to stop right there with the 'what ifs', Lan. Chris and I were friends for a very long time before we even started dating. I knew him very well and I need you to trust me when I tell you that he would be very much on board with Stella calling you dad."

Lando lifts his head before tilting your chin up so you can finally look at him in the eyes. His brows are furrowed and he's looking down at you like he can't quite believe what you're saying. Like he doesn't have the confidence in himself to believe what you're saying is true.

When he doesn't say anything further, you continue. "That little girl that I just finished tucking into bed adores you. She thinks the absolute world of you, my love. She was the one to call you dad in the first place, and if there's one thing i've learned since becoming a mom its that sometimes you have to trust that what your kid is saying is the truth. They're little humans with feelings and thoughts and beliefs of their own. Stella wouldn't call you dad if she didn't want to."

Your chest rises and falls faster at the end of your little speech, eyes searching Lando's for some kind of hint that you're getting through to him.

And you are. Lando's chest aches with the truth that he knows you're telling him. "I just don't think I could stand knowing I screwed something up with her. That I was a bad dad to her because I'm not really her parent."

You can't help but laugh at that and Lando's brow tugs together in confusion. "Baby, you're more of a parent than you realize."

"What do you mean?"

You reach down and capture Lando's hand in yours before giving it a squeeze. "You're not a true parent until you spend a majority of your time wondering if everything that comes out of your mouth or every decision you make is going to somehow screw up your kid. It's natural and it doesn't mean you're a bad parent."

You take Lando's face in your hands, pulling him towards you. When your nose is a breath away from his and you can almost feel his lips dusting over yours, you grin. "That makes you a good parent, Lando. And an even better one because you're helping raise a baby you didn't make. Stella is as much your baby as she is mine or Chris', do you understand me?"

Tears sting at the back of Lando's eyes. He hadn't realized how much seeing that picture of Chris and Stella in the hospital had bothered him. He felt guilty for ever being jealous of Chris, for being cold to you, for questioning Stella's judgement of her own feelings. All of it comes welling up in his chest, this feeling of overwhelming guilt threatening to drown him for a moment. You can see it happening, the panic attack coming on that you've witnessed before. You know how hard he is on himself, how much he wants to be perfect for everyone else because letting anyone down is akin to a waking nightmare.

"Listen to me." You beg, willing him to open his eyes so he can see how serious you are right now. "Lando, look at me."

Lando's eyes flutter open after a moment and you smile at him. "You are a good dad. The perfect dad for Stella, I swear to you. The first thing she asks me when I pick her up from school is always 'Is Lando home yet?' but since we came home from Switzerland, it's always 'is dad home yet?' Dad. That little girl sees you as her dad and that's the best gift you've ever given me. Do you remember what you told that horrendous PR girl last year?" You pause and Lando chuckles, that day last year in Miami flashing before his eyes.

"You told her Stella and I were the center of your world but you know what? You're the center of mine and Stella's world. I don't think you realize how important you are to other people, to us. Neither of us could survive without you, and that alone makes you worthy of being my husband and my little girl's father, okay?"

Tears stream down both of your faces as the words you've just said hang in the air between you, heavy and silent. You stay quiet, the reverberation of your words etching themselves into Lando's bones. He knows you're right, of course you are. But knowing you're right and beginning to believe it by himself? That was proving to be a little bit harder. But your words help him realize that he's doing a better job than he might think he is.

"Okay." He rasps out before covering your lips with yours, deperatly trying to show you just how much he loves you.

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[veflia]

Good times always follow

post prison!Spencer Reid x reader

summary: When Spencer comes home from three months in prison, it’s hard for him to readjust to his new old Life. For the past week you tried to be there for him, but he seemed off, acting coldly towards you. When you wake up in the middle in the night, missing his presence, you find him crying in your kitchen…

category: angst to fluff

warnings: i mean it’s post prison time, fear of loss, some sort of mental problems after prison trauma

A/N: english isn’t my first language, so please don’t come for me. Thanks and enjoy! Here’s my masterlist

It’s been a week since Spencer was finally proven innocent and released from prison. Three hard months finally came to an end. A week ago, you were waiting in your shared home on the sofa. Your left leg slightly shaking out of anxiety. You hadn’t seen him the whole time. He didn’t want you to visit. No matter how often you begged him or his team to help you convince him, he didn’t want you to see him like that. For the last months, Emily or Penelope often visited you and tried to condole you. Many evenings were spent watching movies, cooking together and just sitting together, talking about how life will go on.

The two of them became quite good friends over the time. They understood you. How you felt. Emily always told you about her visits and how Spencer seemed to deal with being in prison. At first it hurt you, a lot, that your boyfriend didn’t want to see you. But you tried to understand him and his situation. He must have felt scarred and experience some horrible things. You yourself spent many nights very int yourself to sleep, out of fear what might happen to Spencer at the moment. He wasn’t the kind of person for prison, you knew that. Spencer was such a soft person. Always soft spoken, caring and sweet to you. Your whole relationship had been a dream. Never did you expect to find such love as you did in Spencer. He seemed to worship every moment you had together and he always showed you how much he loved you. With his words, his actions and sweet gestures. After three years together, you couldn’t imagine a life without Spencer. It wasn’t always perfect, he was often away due to his job at the BAU, but you never had to go to spleen without a call or a sweet text from your boyfriend.

When Emily called you three months ago, you felt like your world collapsed. You just couldn’t understand why he would go to Mexico and not tell you about it. He didn’t wanted you to worry, he said. Well, that plan didn’t go too well now. For the first week you couldn’t sleep out of worry. At some point you tried to back to a routine and not losing yourself. You wanted to be strong. For Spencer. Never believing the murder accusations, you wanted to be there for him when he comes back. To support him all the way. You even tried to accept the fact, that he let him team see him , but not you. It hurt, but you really tried it be understanding.

When the day finally came, you didn’t knew what to expect. Did your boyfriend chance? Of course he did, you knew no one could just go on as if nothing happened after months in prison. Witnessing fears and probably lots of violence. Emily called you, signalling you that they were on their way now to your shared apartment. She already told you in the morning, that you should suit yourself for some hard weeks. That Spencer acted fine and strong, but she was a profiler too, she saw how much he was affected by everything he had to go through.

The bell finally rang and you slowly stood up from the sofa. Hands slightly sweaty and shaky. Will he be happy to see you and hug you, or will he be quiet and reserved. Nervously you opened the door. The moment you saw Spencer you couldn’t hold back the tears that had formed in your eyes. Spencer himself seemed to feel the same way. A moment of silence formed between the two of you. Slowly you observed him. His hair was longer and his curls were messy. His clothes were familiar, but they looked crumpled and a bit out of place. When you looked at his face, you took in the familiar features. Spencer looked still the same. There were faint bags under his eyes and his lips formed only a very small crooked smile. The moment your eyes locked, you sensed a heavy feeling of sadness. Oh what only he had to endure, you thought.

Slowly took his shaky hand in yours. Softly stroking with your thumb over his knuckles. They were somewhat red and sore. Firstly his grip was light, but got firm after a second. “Spence, I-“, you said slowly, not knowing what to say.

“I’m so sorry, love”, he answered. His voice quiet and broken. A tear slipped from his eye. You lifted one hand and stroked his cheek, brushing the tear away.

Spencer slowly leaned into your embrace. Closing his eyes, he let himself fall into your arms. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here for you Spence, always”, you reassured him. Nestling your head above his, while he buried his head in the crock of your neck. His armes slung around you, as he clung onto you like his dear life.

For the last week, Spencer hasn’t said much and nothing about what might have happened in prison. You took time off from work, to be there from him all the time and help him to readjust back in his life. In your life. Over the last three months you found a new routine, alone. Waking up alone, preparing coffee and diner for only one person and structuring your day alone. Now it was difficult for the two of you to not only coexist in one home, but living together. Especially hard made the fact, that Spencer seemed off the whole time. Of course you expected him to struggle, but he didn’t want to open up to you. Before, you would always talk about your problems, needs and wishes. You both understood the importance of communication. Now the rooms were filled mostly with silence, or one sided concert stations from you about unimportant matters.

Spencer was closed off, often spend hin day sitting on the terrace. Just sitting there, in silence, starring to the streets. You didn’t know where to go or what to do with yourself. Everytime you proposed something, a walk in the park, a short stroll to the coffee shop around the corner or just cuddling on the couch. He always had some sort of excuse. Whether he was not in the mood, didn’t want a coffee or had other “important” things to do. Slowly you started to feel miserable.

At the beginning of the week, when Spencer came home and you stood arms in arms in the hallway, you thought it would go well. But now, well. You thought you were hurt, when your boyfriend didn’t want you to visit. But you could understand it. This, although, you couldn’t understand. He was finally home, but her seemed farther away then ever. Meals were spend in silence and at night, he wouldn’t touch you. Not even an arm around your waist.

You missed Spencer, more than ever. The last day, you went quite too. Maybe bacuse you were just frustrated, that he wouldn’t answer. Or maybe because you wanted him to finally talk to you. And not just about the weather, but really talk. How he was feeling, what he needed and what he experienced, that he felt so hearty now. Because even if he didn’t tell you with words, you could read his expressions like a book. But how could you help the man you loved, if he refused to tell you speak to you about his feelings.

This night was no different. You laid in your shared bed, awake and staring at the ceiling. Just a few minutes ago you woke up and were met with a cold bed. Spencer was gone. Wondering where he might have go you checked the time. It was only 2 in the morning. You exhaled deeply, not knowing how long you could still endure this situation. You missed being held at night. And waking up in Spencers arms, while he lightly kissed your shoulder and neck. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Slowly you pushed your blanked aside. The cold air made you shiver and you grabbed one of Spencer’s cardigans. It was too large for you and made you feel safe. It was like a hug you desperately missed. On tiptoes you made your way outside the bedroom. Entering the living room, you could hear quiet, nearly not notice sobs. The sound came from the kitchen. Careful not to make sudden noises you walked over. Your heart broke when you saw him sitting there.

Spencer sat on the floor. His legs pressed tightly against his body. He leant his head against the dishwasher and his eyes closed. You wanted to run to him, hug him and never let him go. But you knew not to overstep anything now. You must have made some noise, because his eyed opened and looked in your direction.

“Sorry if I woke you up, I didn’t want you to notice”, he spoke. His eyes not leaving yours.

“You didn’t”, you assured him, “I just woke up and missed you beside me. You know I slept the last three months alone in this bed, but I never missed your presence so much like I do now.

A tear slipped from your eye. You didn’t even realise it forming. Gradually you moved over to him to sit beside him, careful to leave some space.

“Spencer”, you began, “I cannot imagine what you must have gone through, but I need you to know, that I are here for you. Always. It’s okay that you don’t want so speak about it just know, but you have to eventually”. He looked over to you, still with this sad look in his eyes. Suddenly he moved over to you, closing the distance between you. “I know…I’m sorry for not talking to you and being so cold towards you”, he stated with a broken voice.

You lifted your hands and captured his face. At first he didn’t want to give in, but then, as if something shifted he collapsed into your embrace. Spencer leaned into your side. His arms no longer just hanging beside him, but wrapped around your waist. You let him rest his head on your shoulder, caressing his soft locks. “You don’t deserve how I treated you. You are the most important thing I have and I just couldn’t show you that during the last week. And I am so so sorry about that”, he cried into your his cardigan.

“Spence, my love, you don’t have to say sorry. It’s okay. You’re okay now”, softly you stroked his cheek, making him look into your eyes again. “Yes I have to. You know, during those last three months I just missed you so much. Every day and every night i wished to be with you. Hold you again. I missed your smile in the morning and your kiss a night. This week, I don’t know what has gotten into me”, he confessed, “ It’s like I am so scarred to wake up again without you, that I am too scarred to get comfortable again”

You sighed, not really knowing what to say. “When I was in prison, I didn’t want you to see me like that. And now still feel so vulnerable as if I could scare you away”, he sobbed now. “Oh Spence”, you said, “ I love you so much. I would never leave you, you know that. I understand why you didn’t let me visit. I am not mad, Spence. Not about the visits nor about you having trouble now, it’s normal. I am here for you, if you let me in”

“How about we go to that coffee shop tomorrow, like you wanted yesterday?”, Spencer asked. “I’d like that very much”, you spoke. His sobs had stopped by now and he was just embracing the comfort you gave him. “We could take something to go and spend the day on the terrace, talking”, you suggested, “you know, about what we can do together, to make you feel better and to ease those thoughts of you”

Slowly Spencer stood up, taking your hands in his. “We should do that, yes”, he said and finally something like a smile seemed to appear on his face. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Something that reminded you that the man you fell in love was present and also willing to work on the situation.

“Love, can we go back to bed? I just want to hold you again, i missed your warmth”, Spencer asked. You too rose from the floor now, standing only centimetres away from him. Suddenly you didn’t feel cold anymore. You felt his body heat radiating towards you and his eyes finally had this lovely gaze back, that just made your heart melt. He cupped your cheek and slowly leaned toward you. When you closed your eyes the bad feelings from the prior week disappeared completely.

His lips were warm and soft like you remember them. Your lips moved in a perfect rhythm like nothing ever happened. It was something so familiar that gave you so much comfort, something deeper that you longed for for months. Now Spencer was really home. Your Spencer, who caressed your cheek, who held you closely under the moonlight. When you separated his tears were dried and this heavy sadness that laid upon him for the past week was gone.

“I love you so much, my love”, he stated. It was sincere and full of love.

This night was finally spend in each other’s embrace again. His arm around you, keeping you close to him. Your head resting on his chest. You felt slow circles on your back, reassuring you, that Spencer was really present again. Waking up again, you were still wrapped in his arms. Your boyfriend was still sleeping. He seemed so…comforted and rested. You just laid awake starring at him. How his chest rose and fell slowly. You had hard time behind you, but you knew, now it would finally get better. And you promised yourself, not matter hoe long it took, you would get back to a normal life. Last night was a first step, also from him, to work on your communication again. because he did love you.

[thatfatbitxch]

The muggle wife part 2

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Summary: Snapes muggle wife comes to Hogwarts with him again.

Prequel Part one

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The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the cozy sitting room as you curled up on Severus’s worn yet surprisingly comfortable couch, stretching out after a long shift. Your legs ached, your shoulders were sore, but the warmth of the tea in your hands made it all feel worth it.

Severus sat in his usual armchair across from you, a book open in his lap, though he wasn’t actually reading it—just pretending to while subtly watching you.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, taking a slow sip of tea.

His dark eyes flicked back down to his book. “No, I am not.”

You smirked. “Yes, you are.”

He let out a sigh through his nose but didn’t argue. You knew him too well.

Setting your tea down on the table between you, you stretched, feeling the fatigue of the day settle into your muscles. “I was thinking… I should go back to Hogwarts this week.”

Severus didn’t even look up. “No.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I said no,” he repeated, flipping a page in his book.

Your lips parted, caught between shock and amusement. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”

“You do not,” he admitted. “But I am still saying no.”

You sat up, crossing your arms. “And why, exactly, do you think you have a say in this?”

Severus finally glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Because the last time you stepped foot in my classroom, you caused nothing but disruption.”

You gasped, placing a hand on your chest in mock offense. “I was adorable and charming, thank you very much.”

“You distracted my students.”

“They liked me.”

“They worshiped you.”

“Well, I am rather wonderful.”

Severus exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this conversation physically pained him. “Y/N…”

You bit back a grin, already sensing victory. “I told them I’d come back.”

“That was a mistake.”

“I don’t want to be a liar.”

“They will live.”

You pouted, leaning forward slightly. “Come on, Severus. You liked when I went with you.”

He scoffed. “Did I?”

You smirked, shifting to your knees and crawling across the couch toward him. “Yes,” you said sweetly, settling at the edge of his chair. “Because you have the world’s biggest soft spot for me, and we both know it.”

Severus closed his book with an exaggerated slowness, setting it aside before looking at you fully.

“You are intolerable,” he muttered.

“And yet, here you are, putting up with me.” You tilted your head, studying the faintest trace of affection in his otherwise sharp features. “Because deep, deep, deep down, you actually like me being around.”

His gaze flickered to your lips, just for a moment.

You caught it.

With a small, knowing smile, you slid your hands onto the arms of his chair, leaning in ever so slightly. “Let me go,” you whispered.

Severus stared at you, his jaw tightening as if fighting some internal war.

And then—just like you knew he would—he exhaled in defeat. “You are insufferable.”

You grinned. “And?”

He rolled his eyes. “And you always get your way.”

Before he could say anything else, you pressed a quick, sweet kiss to his lips. His hand instinctively found your waist, fingers curling just slightly against your hip before you pulled back.

You beamed at him, triumphant.

Severus sighed. “I already regret this.”

“No, you don’t.”

“…No. I do not.”

You kissed him again—slow, lingering this time—before hopping up from his chair, practically glowing with satisfaction.

“We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” you declared, stretching your arms above your head.

Severus leaned back in his chair, watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“I make no promises,” he murmured.

And for once, you had nothing clever to say.

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The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, the familiar scenery blurring by as the train headed toward the castle. You were already daydreaming about your return to the ancient halls, the familiar sights and sounds that always brought a sense of peace.

When the train finally came to a halt, you practically jumped out of your seat.

“Careful now,” Severus muttered, watching you with a bemused glint in his eye as you grabbed your bag. “No need to rush.”

You shot him a look, but it was softened by a smile. “I’m just excited.”

Severus arched an eyebrow. “Excited to disrupt my classes again?”

“Oh, please,” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as the two of you exited the train and headed toward the castle. “I promise I won’t be a distraction this time.”

“Not a chance,” he muttered under his breath.

You caught the tail end of it, but before you could say anything else, Severus was leading you into the castle, guiding you down the familiar hallways until you reached his chambers.

“I’ll leave you here,” Severus said, opening the door. “You can stay here while I attend to my duties. I do not want you in my classes today.”

You cocked your head, grinning. “You’re really worried I’ll be too distracting?”

“I am not worried,” Severus said curtly, though his eyes held a glint of something. “I simply don’t trust you not to cause chaos.”

“Wooow, Severus,” you said dramatically, stepping into the room. “I’m offended.”

He simply stared at you with that all-knowing gaze, one eyebrow raised. “Try not to cause anything. I love you.”

As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, you collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. It was still early afternoon, and you had the entire place to yourself, but—honestly—you were already bored.

“Too much free time,” you muttered, rolling onto your back and staring at the ceiling.

It was quiet. Too quiet. You needed something to do.

After a few minutes of silence, your stomach let out a soft growl.

Snack time.

You pushed yourself up from the couch, grabbing your bag and heading toward the door. “Just a quick snack,” you promised yourself. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”

The hallways were mostly empty as you made your way towards what you assumed would be the kitchen but you honestly had no idea where you were going. The school felt peaceful, calm—a far cry from the chaos of students when they were running between classes.

But as you rounded a corner, you froze.

There, standing in the hallway, was none other than the students you had spoke with last time you were here. You had just seen them a few days ago in Severus’s class, and they greeted you warmly as you approached.

“Oh, hey!” Harry said, his eyes lighting up when he recognized you. “You’re Snape’s wife, right?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yep, that’s me. I told you guys I’d come back and say hello.”

“I’m so glad you did!” Hermione said, giving you an enthusiastic wave. “We were hoping we’d see you again.”

Seamus grinned. “It was fun having you there. Don’t tell Snape we said this, but he’s a bit of a hard ass in class.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t.”

“You should totally hang out with us,” Ron said, his grin as wide as ever. “We’ve got some time between classes. We can show you around the castle if you want.”

Your stomach growled again, but you figured a quick detour wouldn’t hurt.

“Alright, I’ll join you for a bit,” you said with a shrug. “But only for a little while, then I’ll get back to Severus’s room.”

“Oh, he won’t mind,” Hermione said with a knowing smile. “I think he’s used to your little surprises by now.”

The four of them led you through the castle, and you marveled at all the hidden places they showed you. Ron and Seamus were the most energetic, rushing ahead to reveal secret passageways, while Hermione offered detailed explanations about the history of certain rooms and objects. Harry stuck by your side, engaging in light conversation.

“First stop, the Trophy Room!” Ron said dramatically. “It’s not the most exciting, but there’s always something weird in here.”

As you wandered through the castle, Seamus pointed out a painting of a wizard with a giant pumpkin. “We’re not sure if it’s enchanted, but some say it moves when no one’s looking.”

“Really?” you asked, amused.

“Yeah, but try catching it and you might end up hexed,” Hermione added, smiling.

After the Trophy Room, Harry led you to the Room of Requirement. “This place is one of the coolest. It only shows up when you need it.”

“No way,” you said, impressed. “That’s incredible!”

“It’s a bit of a mystery, but it’s always useful when we need something,” Harry explained.

The group made their way to the library, where Hermione couldn’t contain her excitement. “This is my favorite place in Hogwarts! There are books on every subject.”

Seamus chimed in, “Some books even move when you’re not looking!”

You laughed, feeling a growing connection to these students who clearly loved Hogwarts with all their hearts.

Eventually, they led you back toward the dungeons, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks for the tour, guys. I had no idea Hogwarts had so many hidden gems.”

“No problem!” Harry grinned. “We’re glad you came back to visit.”

Before you could respond, the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Uh-oh.

You barely had time to turn before Severus appeared at the end of the hallway, his black robes billowing as he strode toward you with an expression that screamed unimpressed husband mode activated.

“Mrs. Snape.”

Your stomach did a tiny flip—not out of fear, but because, despite his irritation, there was something undeniably attractive about him in full professor mode.

The Gryffindors, on the other hand, immediately stiffened.

“Oh… hey, love,” you said sweetly, tilting your head like you weren’t caught red-handed.

Snape’s gaze flicked from you to the four students. “You were meant to be in class five minutes ago.”

Hermione gasped, checking the time. “Oh no, we completely lost track!”

Ron groaned. “Brilliant. Now we’re doomed.”

“Indeed,” Snape drawled. “Ten points from Gryffindor—each.”

“WHAT?!” Seamus yelped. “But we were just—”

Snape’s dark eyes silenced him instantly

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Professor. We got a little carried away showing Y/N around.”

At that, Snape’s already formidable scowl deepened. His gaze snapped back to you. “And you. I told you to stay in my quarters.”

You offered a sheepish smile. “I got bored.”

His jaw clenched. “Bored.”

“And hungry,” you added, as if that made it better.

A muscle in his cheek twitched. “So rather than wait like a rational adult, you decided to wander the castle—causing disruptions, I see.”

You bit back a laugh at how dramatic he sounded. “I wasn’t causing disruptions,” you defended, “I was making friends.”

Snape’s lips pressed into a thin line.

You took a step closer, lowering your voice just enough that the students probably couldn’t hear. “Come on, Severus, don’t be mad.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. He sighed, clearly waging an internal war.

Seizing the moment, you reached up and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to his lips.

Instant regret for the students.

Ron made a disgusted noise deep in his throat. Seamus physically recoiled. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose like he was in pain, while Hermione let out a small, horrified squeak.

“OH, COME ON!” Seamus groaned. “Did we have to witness that?!”

“We knew they were married,” Ron muttered, “but seeing it is a whole other thing.”

Harry shook his head. “I’m going to need to bleach my brain.”

Snape exhaled sharply, clearly exasperated but no longer angry. His fingers ghosted over your wrist for just a second before he turned sharply on his heel. “Come along. Now.”

You smirked at the still-stunned students. “Lovely seeing you all. Enjoy class!”

They didn’t respond. They were too busy trying to recover.

⸻

The walk back to Severus’s quarters was silent. Well, mostly silent. You, of course, were still feeling playful despite his grumpy mood.

“You know, you really should be thanking me.”

Severus didn’t even glance at you. “For what, exactly?”

You linked your arm through his, leaning into him slightly. “For ensuring that your students respect your authority. If I hadn’t kissed you, they would’ve kept thinking you’re just some poor, helpless husband, bullied into submission by his charming wife.”

He exhaled through his nose—the closest thing to a laugh you’d get from him while he was still pretending to be mad.

“You are an insufferable woman,” he muttered.

“And you are a dramatic man,” you countered, stopping just outside his door. “Come on, Severus, I was just hungry. You can’t honestly expect me to sit around doing nothing all day.”

“I expected you to follow my instructions,” he corrected, unlocking the door. “A foolish expectation on my part.”

You grinned. “Very foolish.”

The door clicked shut behind you both. The room was dimly lit, the warm glow from the fireplace making the space feel even cozier. You sighed in relief, flopping down onto the sofa.

“So,” you began, “now that you’ve successfully dragged me back, what’s for dinner?”

Severus raised a brow. “Pardon?”

You crossed your arms. “You stormed through half the castle to retrieve me, all while knowing I was starving. Surely, you had a plan for feeding your poor, suffering wife?”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, likely questioning every life decision that had led him to this moment. Then, with a resigned sigh, he flicked his wand.

A moment later, a plate of warm stew and fresh bread appeared on the small table in front of you.

Your eyes lit up. “Oh, Severus, you do love me!”

He rolled his eyes, though there was the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. “Eat before I change my mind and vanish it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You pulled the plate into your lap and took a bite, practically melting at the taste. “Merlin, this is good.”

Severus sat beside you, watching with an unreadable expression. “One might think you hadn’t eaten in days.”

“One might be right,” you mumbled through another mouthful.

Severus shook his head but said nothing. Instead, he leaned back against the couch, resting his arm along the back, his fingers barely grazing your shoulder.

You looked up at him between bites. “So, are you still mad at me?”

He exhaled slowly. “I was never truly mad, merely… irritated.”

You smirked. “Mmm. And how long does irritation usually last?”

His dark eyes flickered with something fond, something familiar. He tilted his head slightly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek.

“Less time than it used to.”

Your heart warmed at that. Setting your plate down, you shifted closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

““Good,” you murmured, “because I fully intend on distracting you again.”

Severus sighed in that long-suffering way of his but didn’t move away. Instead, his fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary.

You tilted your head up, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against the corner of his mouth. He stilled for only a second before turning fully toward you, his dark gaze heavy.

“You,” he murmured, voice lower now, “are truly impossible.”

You smirked. “And yet, here you are—completely unable to resist me.”

His lips crashed against yours, his hand curling around the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. The firelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across the room, the warmth of it nothing compared to the heat pooling between you both.

You barely noticed when he flicked his wand again, vanishing the forgotten plate of food from the table.

Dinner could wait.