#I forgive you for the hole you put in my heart once; for my heart is all yours now

[crossoverfamily]

So I finally figured out the personalized tags that will be using when the muses want to be IC about their loves, and I need a moment to recover from the sheer sweetness overload. Some of them downright sound like something that works as vows for marriage dear gods.

And then you have Allen, who is certainly very sweet, but also a little shit because both his lines make reference to the whole fact both his LIs have kind of been threats to his life before. And there's a bit of innuendo for Nea's one. Allen lives up to his "look like an angel, is an angel but also a chaotic gremlin that you must fear" reputation. But that's also his way of showing there's no hard feelings at all~

And Wuxian does have his little cheeky part since "every day" is very much Wangxian code for fun between the sheets~

With that said: suffer with me the romance, here are what the tags will be, I swear the blog is meant to speak a lot more about these five dorks together and the non-romantic aspects of relationships, but muses gotta muses and apparently they choose love this morning.

Peter/Tony: You braved Time for me and so did I, may Soul keep us together forever now.

Allen/Nea: Who says soulmates aren't real? Mine has been in me for years, not even death can keep us apart.

Allen/Tyki: I forgive you for the hole you put in my heart once, for my heart is all yours now.

Wild/Twilight: Our gaze meets, our souls howls in recognition, you&I of the Wild like no one else, and may we run together without end.

Wuxian/Wangji: You are the home I never knew I needed until I met you, radiant under the moonlight with eyes I want to see every day.

Ireth/Cullen: With your arms around me I know I am safe, so let me make the world safe for you, too.

Ireth/Dorian: I see past your charms and easy humor to witness the need for love, so let me show you that love isn't just a wistful dream.

[lale-txt]

❉ confessing to you w/ Geto, Toji & Shiu

➸ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: Gojo, Nanami & Higuruma

a/n: reader is gn! obviously i lied when i said that i won't write a part 2 for this, but here we are. the scenarios plagued my mind and i had to get them out. both Toji's and Geto's part turned out a little sad and angsty, but that's what you get with those tragic chars, i guess.

❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji doesn’t confess. Deep, deep down he fears that he might put a curse on you if he speaks what weighs on his heart. 

You gotta forgive him, he’s a burned child. 

He’s afraid that you’re gonna vanish once he says these words out loud; without a trace, making him wonder if you were merely a fever dream. But you’re here, next to him in the dark, the heat of your body seeping into his when you roll over in your sleep and cling to him. He has to keep you safe, it’s what his life revolves around.

Toji’s hands are surprisingly gentle when he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You wouldn’t think that the same hands were covered in blood only a few hours ago. Some days he wouldn’t stop scrubbing them until you wrapped yours around his, giving him that look that makes his heart flinch. There’s no fear in your eyes, only compassion and a calm adoration, enough to make the lump of unsaid words in his throat swell. Sometimes he wonders if he’s gonna suffocate on those one day; if you’ll be able to forgive him for loving you, for touching you with those bloodstained hands, for engraving himself into your being.

He hopes you know. You do, don’t you? You wouldn’t curl up besides him otherwise, tangled in sheets he’ll never stay too long because he fears his world will melt down to just the two of you. So he keeps his gun on the nightstand and one foot out of the door, but his eyes will always dart back to your sleeping figure. You mumble out his name in your sleep and Toji responds by pulling you closer to him, only for a moment, holding his breath when you stir awake for a heartbeat. 

Maybe he can love you in between.

In those split seconds when you’re not asleep but not awake either; neither dreaming nor conscious. Not in this life, not in the next one. But in another life, when the stars have aligned and lead you back into his arms. Maybe he can hold you without worrying about staining your soul, your heart; maybe then he can kiss you with the absence of fear. Until then he’ll bite his tongue till he draws blood, choking on the words he chose not to say.

You will forgive him, won’t you? 

❦ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

In the dark and hazy mind of Geto, you’re the golden light that always guides him back to life. Even though fears he’ll dim you once he encases you, he can’t stay away from you for too long, your warmth way too addicting to him. You never push him away, instead you open your arms to embrace him. It’s as if you’re blinded by your own light, choosing not to see the sins he had committed because it would mean you’d have to stop loving him, and that would mean your whole world would simply fall apart; it’d mean Geto would fall apart.

Geto never asks for much. He did once and maybe that’s the heaviest burden he has to carry; that night when he showed up at your doorstep, asking you to leave everything behind and come with him. It was selfish, he knows that much. But how could you have denied him anything, when both his voice and heart were close to breaking, when he mumbled your name like an apology, his hands trembling till the moment you wrapped yours around them?

It’s too late now, and saying those words out loud now would feel like a binding vow, destroying you in the end. He can’t do that to you. Not to the person who saw the core of his soul and still chose to stay by his side, over all these years. Not budging, not complaining.

An unconditional love with eyes closed. A black hole where his heart is supposed to be, from dusk but never to dawn; while you’re burning brighter than a thousand suns. Maybe he has always been in your orbit, inevitably drawn to you.

When Geto trails kisses from your fingertips to your wrists, he can’t help but wonder when the day will come when he’ll slip through these fingers and plunge into darkness. He imagines your desperate cries and the scratch marks on his skin when you attempt to pull him back, back to the light, back to you. One day, it will be too late, he’s sure of that. His end won’t be a kind one. 

All he can hope for is your forgiveness when he places his bleeding heart in your open palms, and that you’ll swallow him whole like he did with the burden of never being able to openly telling you how deeply, madly he loved you.

❦ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐔

Whenever he pulls up in the driveway, Shiu can’t help but wonder if you’re gonna be there, waiting for him at his doorstep with that mischievous grin of yours. You’re just a neighbor who he occasionally shares a cigarette with, he keeps telling himself, knowing it’s a full blown lie at this point. 

You’re tugging at his heart strings, night for night. Sometimes the thought of you just lying a few meters away from him, on the other side of a wall, drives him insane. You should be here, in his bed, in his arms. His sheets should smell like you in the morning, not like this creeping loneliness. Yet he never invites you inside and you never dare him to, like a stray cat tiptoeing at the edge of an open door, hoping for sweet treats and head scratches. It’s a game you’re both playing.

“My sweet,” he mumbles in that raspy voice you’ve learned to love so much when he spots you sitting at your familiar spot. Without hesitation he takes off his suit jacket and puts it around your shoulders. He never asks how long you’ve been sitting and waiting there for him, but he can easily tell from your cold fingertips when you hand him the lighter. Just a neighbor.

Inviting you in would mean something more than just opening the door. Within his profession, you don’t do love. There’s simply no room for it. Affection is exchanged through bundled yen notes and comes with fake laughter and lots of regret and headache in the morning. It’s just how things go. It’s the life Shiu chose for himself.

So why did his heart yearn so much for you? He should break this up before it even gets started. But he cannot, not when you inch closer while you talk, until your knees and your shoulders are touching, and the smoke from your shared cigarette is blown from lips to lips, as if you’re both testing just how close you can get before the resilience crumbles.

Maybe a kiss won’t hurt. Shiu knows that the lies he tells himself are piling up at this point. Of course it will hurt. A simple kiss won’t satisfy him, he’ll always find himself craving for more of you. A kiss first, then waking up by your side while you’re wearing his shirt that hugs your figure so nicely and next thing he’ll catch himself staring at the displays of the jewelry store, thinking which ring he should get you.

No, he can’t do that. He shouldn’t. And yet still, he cups your face so gently, lifting your chin up and catching your gaze. So let it hurt, he thinks to himself, before leaning in to kiss you, softly and deeply.

[lizardaggro]

on the flip side (twst bully!au) part 2

the first part is doing way better than i thought it would, so here's part 2! please note that i won't normally put stuff out this fast, but i got woken up by tumblr notifs and only got 2.5 hrs of sleep. if this is trash, that's my excuse. also working on something for bnha, but that sucker's looong.

part 1 part 3

genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, lil bit of yandere word count: 1082

The look on their faces was hilarious, to say the least. Adeuce were in shock, and Floyd looked like a kicked puppy. Not that you made a habit of that. It was a shame that you couldn’t hole up in here a little while longer, and you knew the door would take ages to get repaired, but it would be fine. The sudden shift in your attitude would still be jarring.

“Wha- prefect, what’re you talking about?” Ace asked incredulously. Deuce nodded vigorously in agreement. The two had been your first friends in Twisted Wonderland, after Grim of course, and then the first to turn on you once they got bored. You supposed it was just too much for their pea brains to bear.

“Did I stutter?” Your gaze was cold as you looked both in the eye in turn. “Every day, the poor defenseless prefect is beaten, abused, and scorned. And all for what? Your entertainment? You lot are sick in the head and it shows,” you berated them mercilessly. It’s not like you expected them to have a sudden change of heart. You wouldn’t forgive them even if they did.

Floyd had been silent since demolishing your poor door, which could be good or bad. You’d always found him hard to read. His mood could change at the drop of a hat, and you knew you weren’t his only victim. For all you knew, he’d start whaling on Adeuce instead.

And then he just had to go and open his mouth. “Aww, that’s cute, Shrimpy. You think you can get rid of me?” He taunted. Now that was a threat, and you knew it. Still, you never thought any of your former friends would describe anything you did as cute now. It was meant to be mocking, but still. Something about his demeanor was off. He seemed almost… hurt.

Nah, there was no way. You must be imagining things. There was no way Floyd Leech, of all people, enjoyed your company. You were alone here; Grim and the ghosts were your only allies. You shook your head to clear away the unwanted thoughts.

You turned to face Floyd, a sinister grin working its way onto your face. “Oh, whyever would I want to do that? I can do so much better, after all. I mean, who’s the one who told me all their dirty little secrets they’d never want to see the light of day, back when we were friends? Because of course the innocent little prefect would never dream of snitching!”

You weren’t bluffing. You didn’t have to. It was true, after all. Each and every one of them had confided in you to some extent, the Overblot victims most of all. You knew e~verything that ailed them, and it would be oh-so unfortunate if their less-than-kind peers were to find out. It wasn’t like you wanted to play the villain card, but you felt you had the right. They’d already betrayed you, so why shouldn’t you return the favor?

The three boys’ faces visibly paled after hearing your words. Everyone had something to hide after all, and they were no exception. Deuce had been one of the first to trust you with his secrets, as well as one of the most forthcoming. Back then you’d thought he was such a sweetheart; you never would’ve dreamed it’d come to this.

“Come on, surely you don’t mean that?” He begged. It was pitiful, really.

“Oh, I absolutely mean it if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.” No one at Night Raven College had ever heard you curse before, so it must’ve been a shock. Your voice was cold as you crushed their hope. No one had ever listened to you when you pleaded for them to please stop hurting you.

Once convinced that you really meant business, they promptly turned tail and fled. You didn’t blame them. You’d be embarrassed too if you still slept with a teddy bear. But this was good- great, even. Now you had the chance to put the next phase of your plan in action.

You’d start off simple, with a warning, in case someone didn’t think you were serious enough. You logged onto the school’s messaging forum, and anonymously exposed some poor random guy whose name you’d forgotten’s crush. Who also attended NRC, of course. It wouldn’t be much of a threat if no one knew who they were.

Not long after, there was a rapt knock on your door, or rather the adjacent wall. Thanks, Floyd. When you headed downstairs to greet your unwanted guest, you were mildly surprised to see Riddle Rosehearts, there in all his glory.

“Riddle? What brings you here? Are you going to blame me for not knowing the history of countries I’d never heard of until this year again?” You jabbed. Riddle was never one for physical violence; his Unique Magic didn’t work on you since you had none to begin with. Instead, he chose to belittle you for your lack of knowledge.

“I heard from Ace and Deuce that you’ve been airing students’ dirty laundry on the internet,” he said with a stern look. “I’m sure you’re well aware that this behavior is unacceptable.” Two could play at that game.

“Yes, Dorm Leader Rosehearts, and I’m sure you know full well that several of your students are guilty of assault,” you rebutted, using his position within the school for emphasis. “So tell me, do you really want to go there? After all, it’d be a real shame if your mother were to hear about this.”

You really hoped his mother never heard about this. Him being abused would only make you feel worse, and it certainly wouldn’t correct his behavior. The most you’d do was “accidentally” let the whole school find out he’s secretly a crybaby.

Riddle’s face grew as red as Unbirthday party roses. “You dare to threaten me?! I’d have your head if you had any magic worth sealing! But you don’t, so you’re lucky I even bother to tolerate your presence. I don’t even want to think about what your grades would look like if it wasn’t for my help.”

You really didn’t think shouting at you qualified as helping. But once again, there was that odd tone to his words, like he was implying that he wanted you around. There was no way Riddle of all people would agree to play some elaborate prank on you, so just what was going on?

[memospacexx]

I've been noticing your blogs pop up on my timeline for quite a while and I am OBSESSED with reading your Mammon hcs and one shots or whatever the hell you call it eyhjnkvgc

Can you do one where you reject him after a while of him developing a big fat crush on ya 👀 ...

Ain't going anonymous, I'm cringe AND I DONT GIVE A FACK!

Rejection? Uhoh. This is a little shorter than normal, sorry!

This is basically just yandere mammon🫶

Tw(?)Hes an asshole here, a possesive asshole.

GN!Reader, reader has(had) a boyfriend, reader works under mammon.(lmk if i missed anythinnn😋)

-you? Reject someone as great as him?

-he genuinely stared at you in shock for a moment before teleporting away with a loud cackle of electricity

-he avoids you. Or so you think

-but he watches

-from afar, on social media, or even has someone follow you 24/7.

-he sees your every move. He sees whoever your talking too. They end up DEAD

-he sends gifts to you on a daily. The new trendy shit, the stuff everyone wishes they have! For fucks sake he even sent a fizzbot

“Anonymous” but you always know who its from. Seeing the green and black color scheme of each gift

-hes still in denial btw painfully PAINFULLY deep denial. He cant wrap his head around it!

-you rejected him? No your just shy!

-till he found out why.

-You had a boyfriend.

-how dare he. Hes keeping you from the great Mammon! How crude, how SELFISH.

-uhm hes dead 😞 rip bf😕

-you didnt have to think twice , you already knew who did this.

-you try to quit your current job, which is under him. But he doesnt let you leave.

-leave? No! Your not allowed to leave. You belong here. You belong to HIM. He gave you EVERYTHING.

“Why.” You say, looking him straight in the eye. “Gotta be more specific than that love” he says with a mouthful of cake “why me? I have never done anything to attract you.” You say with rage. You will never forgive him for the hell he put you through . Never. “Its cos your YOU!” He laughs, food flies out his mouth and you cringe. Looking away from him, you decide to speak up.“You killed him ,.didnt you” you accused.

He suddenly stops laughing, he turns to you with a calm tone “He was getting in the way.” He states, as if its the most obvious thing in the world. You feel your black heart break a little more.

You were trapped.

He wouldn’t let you leave.

He wouldn’t let you talk to anyone but him.

He wanted you to only depend on him.

You were happy. You could’ve been happy. Why of all the demons in this shit hole, it had to be you? For once, you met a kind man, a kind demon. Thats rare, for fucks sake your in hell! But of course, you cant always get your way down here. You stare up at the skull sitting on Mammons desk. A familiar skull. Its stare bores into you, as if asking why you didn’t save him.Why you didnt do anything. Why your so..

Helpless.

[sailoryooons]

Request: Alpha Yoongi x omega reader. Werewolves. Smut and fluff. Dom Yoongi and sub reader. Starting with non-sexual dominance like her kneeling at his feet. Then, kind of a fear/primal chase in the woods as foreplay. Smut. And then aftercare with nesting.

❀ Pairing: Alpha Werewolf!Yoongi x Omega werewolf! F. reader

❀ Summary: Your alpha wants to go on a hunt through the woods. Who are you to deny him?

❀ Word Count: 8,727

❀ Genre: A/b/o, werewolves, supernatural, established relationship

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: I have never used the word scent and smells this much in my life please forgive me for I have used it a million times, alpha/omega dynamics, Yoongi chasing through the reader for fun, light predator/prey play, sexually explicit content including unprotected sex (f. receiving), breeding kink, mention of ruts, oral sex (f. receiving) not a lot of foreplay, a ton of being in subspace and hormone drunk, reader is pretty much a pillow princess/borderline free use for Yoongi, a lot of slick and soft dom Yoongi/sub reader, hint at aftercare and nesting

❀ Published: April 11, 2023

❀ A/N: Hi okay so I re-wrote this like three times because every time I did it, I wasn’t getting what I wanted out of filling this request, but I think I finally have something that I am happy with! It went in a little bit of a different place, but I hope that you like it! I am super unused to writing werewolves and a/b/o and I had such a good time dipping my toe in - it’s something I want to write in the future where I have some room to world build and go crazy on word count hehehe. Enjoy!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Trees flash by you as you run, hands pumping at your sides, heart thundering in your chest. A pack of rabbits startle as you run by, bolting into their little dens. The earth is damp beneath your feet, still saturated with morning rain. You almost loose your footing more than once as you spring over a fallen tree, dry-rotted and full of ants.

The pine trees are packed tight, shafts of moonlight painting the forest floor in spotlights of silver as you run. The low-hanging branches catch you on your flight, needles stinging your skin but not drawing blood. Still, you snarl as a branch cracks under your barefoot, sending a sharp pang through your sole. 

You don’t stop, moving blindly toward the south of your territory. You don’t look over your shoulder to see where he is - you don’t need to. Even with a small head start, Yoongi is far faster than you are, and you swear the land changes at his command, putting tangled vines where you don’t remember them being, adding a hole to trip you up as you sprint through the trees. 

Yoongi isn’t magic, of course. He cannot change the lay of the land any more than you can, but he walks among these trees and hills every night. Plus, you’re frantic in your runaway, your human instincts bluring, somewhere between wolf and person. 

Run, little omega, Yoongi had whispered, pupils blown out, scent heady and hypnotizing. You’d only just come through the door to find him standing in the living room on the edge of pre-rut. Run and don’t let me catch you. 

Except Yoongi is going to catch you. You can hear the squirrels in the trees chattering angrily at him as he crashes through the woods behind you. He doesn’t have to be quiet - he is the top of the food chain here, he has nothing to fear. And neither do you, really. You’re a predator too, a wolf born and bred in these woods.

There is only a single thing you are prey to and he is laughing manically behind you as he hunts you down. 

Movement to your right catches your eye. Yoongi’s trying to cut you off, coming from the west of the woods to intercept you as you scramble south. You snarl and change direction, swerving southeast to put distance between the two of you. 

“Ah, come on, omega!” he hollers behind you, voice closer than you expect. You move faster, desperate to outrun him.

This far south of your house is a ravine. You know that if you slide down the side and run east, you’ll end up in Jungkook’s territory. A place your’e definitely not allowed to go, especially right now. You throw caution to the wind anyways, making a line for the ravine, singularly focused on making the slide down. 

You never make it, Yoongi slamming into your side and knocking you off your feet. You scream as you go down hard, but not hard enough to do more than jar your bones. Yoongi takes the brunt of your fall; you pressed against his chest, his back hitting the ground hard before he rolls. 

Gasping for breath, you claw at him, scraping to move from where he has you pinned. He laughs, catching your hands in one fist and slamming them above your head. His grip and the sound of him snarling your name has you snap to attention, going boneless. 

Yoongi is panting heavily against you, filling your space with his scent. Your eyes flutter as your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath. Every inhale has your sense flooding with Yoongi’s scent: pine and sage, edged with something heaver and muskier. 

Alpha near rut. 

It makes your head spine and for a second, your vision of him goes a little blurry. He lets go of your hands but you don’t move. He knows you won’t, pinned under the heavy weight of him as he straddles your waist, sitting on you. 

Blinking the heaviness from your eyes, you look up at him and it feels like the world stops. 

Yoongi’s round face is framed by dark, black hair. It’s a little damp with sweat, clinging to his brow bone. His feline eyes are sharp and wild, pupils dilated with the frenzy of the hunt. A single, dark scar mars his right eye. You used to feel a pang of guilt looking at it, a reminder of what being an alpha had cost him. 

Now, though, you think of it fondly. You’ve traced it hundreds of times with your fingers, know every smooth and knotted surface of the injury. Yoongi is beautiful with and without it, lips glossy as his tongue darts out to wet them.

“You smell so good,” Yoongi growls, leaning down. You hold your breath as he leans toward your neck, nosing the scent gland there. Stars burst behind your eyes and you shiver underneath him, let out a whimper. He laughs, the sound low and scratchy in your ear. “Could smell you all the way from the house.” Yoong’s hands runs down your hips, skirts your thigh, and slips between your legs. He presses his fingers against your jeans. “Could smell this perfect little cunt for miles.”

A high-pitched whine leaves you as Yoongi presses harder, fingers providing the barest amount of friction. The ache between your legs is growing painful, your stomach twisting in arousal in response to the smell of him, the touch of him. An omega responding to their alpha in pre-rut, nearly on the brink of instrictual frenzy. 

Forming coherent thoughts is difficult, especially when you’re mind is in a state that’s more wolf than human. That’s the struggle with werewolves, toeing the line between human and animal. Instinct and choice. Your body does not choose to respond to him on a chemical level, but you don’t mind. It’s Yoongi. Your Yoongi. Your mate. 

“I told you not to get caught.”

You huff, irritation stoking you. He mouths at your throat over your gland, making you nearly pass out. “You’re faster than I am.”

“That isn’t true.”

Yoongi distracts you with a wet, hot lick over your mating mark. You let out a loud moan, not even trying to hide it this time. He laughs as you squirm under him, silenced when he growls your name. “Is that true, omega?” He asks, mouthing at your jaw. You can hardly understand his line of questioning as your thoughts and feelings blur. “Am I really faster than you?”

For a few moments, you don’t respond. Everything feels heightened, the sound of Yoongi’s voice buzzing against the corner of your mouth as he brushes his lips across your skin, not kissing you exactly. You’re hyper-aware of the smell of him, threatening to drive you into madness. Feel the way his hips press to against yours. 

“Omega.” Yoongi’s voice is final. 

“No,” you admit. “You’re not faster than me.” 

“So you let me catch you?” 

“I thought about it.” Yoongi nose bumps yours. Your eyes flutter shut as his mouth barely touches yours and you speak against his lips, “But then I decided I wanted to win.”

“And you were running to Jungkook’s hmm?” You wince and he hums, knowing he’s right. “Bad omega. Little wolves running into another alphas territory while they’re being hunted isn’t a very good idea, huh?”

“Would you have followed?”

“Of course I would. You’re mine. I would follow you into a fucking fire. Little Jungkookie’s territory is nothing.”

It’s a simple declaration, but you know what it means for an alpha to boldly claim he would enter another wolf’s territory, to break a line of demarcation. You can’t help but smile, leaning your head upward to press a kiss to his lips, hungry and tired of running from him. 

Yoongi lets you, though you feel the shape of a smirk through the sweet taste of his mouth, warm against yours. Yoongi sinks his hips heavily against yours and you moan into his mouth, spurring him further. Your hands remain where he left them, outstretched above your head as he licks into you, no longer content to let you kiss him the way you want. 

His kisses consume you. He takes your breath away, hand leaving the apex of your thighs to snake up your front, loosely gripping your throat. You feel dizzy. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t do anything but rest his hand at the base of your neck, fingers pressed lightly to the sides of your throat. 

It’s comforting, having him smother you like this. You get lost in the wet tangle of his tongue, your skin burning up from the inside out. He rolls his hips into you, but it’s not enough. You need him, a fire sparking to life that burns hotter than you can manage.

A feverish need comes over you. Yoongi senses the shift. His kisses turn to bites, teething gently at your skin as he works you out of your clothes. You still haven’t moved your hands and when he glances at them, he grins. 

Your eyes are only for him, shrouded in darkness as he pulls your pants down, then your shirt. Your eyes are sharp in the dark, able to see the rippling muscle of his arms and shoulders. The dusty nipples, the swells and planes of his chest and stomach. See the way his gaze is fucked out when he’s barely touched you, shuffling down your legs, hands skimming and grabbing the soft meat of your thighs. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes dragging from the wet smear down your thighs, to your hands above your head. You whine under his gaze and he grins, feral and sharp. “So obedient for me.”

“You like hands above head until you say so.”

“I do.” Yoongi bows low, grabbing your legs and hiking them over his shoulders. Your world spins, feeling his breath on your cunt as he makes a low sound in his throat. “Fucking wet, just how I like it.” 

Yoongi licks a sloppy path up your pussy and you gasp, head digging back into the grass. It’s almost painful, the need for him pulsing between your legs. He hums, sucking at your clit hungrily. Your toes curl and you hide your face in your arm, the urge to squirm away from the stimulation strong.  

You’re an exposed wire under Yoongi’s tongue as he eats you out, messy and wet. He laps at your hole, eager to taste you, nose pressed against your clit, teasing. You whimper his name, thighs clenching, fisting your hands together as you fight to remain still. It’s nearly impossible, this stillness he’s asked of you. You want to reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, want to dig your nails in and scratch, want to pull him close and shove him away.

The sounds he makes are obscene, alternating between sucking loudly and flicking his tongue against your throbbing clit. It’s pleasure-laced pain. You want him to fuck you, to sink into you as deep as he can until you can’t do anything but take it. But you like this too, the way Yoongi’s tongue works your clenching hole.

A high-pitched keen leaves your mouth. He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded as he sticks his tongue out, making a show of licking your cunt top to bottom. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth as you mumble his name, speech slurred. 

“Hmm?” he asks, grunting against you as he works you closer to an orgasm, which hovers in the distance. He looks up at you again, sees the tears lining your eyes. “You can touch me,” he murmurs, saying the world between lush licks between your folds. “Greedy omega.”

And so what if you are greedy. Yoongi gives you everything you want. He makes a grumble about it, rolling his eyes and sometimes acting like it’s a little inconvenience, but you know he loves it- loves this. Loves letting you get away with things when you ask sweetly.

Yoongi’s hair is silky and a little sweaty as you run your fingers through it, nails scratching at his scalp the way he likes. His moan is muffled against your pussy and you wriggle beneath him. It feels so good, your stomach in knots. Your limbs begin to tingle and you feel that tight, squeezing feeling in your core, clenching hard. 

You squeeze your eyes shut. Dig your nails into Yoongi’s scalp and he growls at the pain. You think your breaking skin, nails turned into claws, limbs shaking as your orgasm tightens and tightens until it feels like you can’t breath, like the world is going to crack in half. 

And then it breaks. Your orgasm floods out of you in a rush, your muscle spasming so hard that you scream. Heels digging into the dirt, fingers tangled in Yoongi’s hair, head whipped to the side, cheek pressed into the ground and eyes squeezed shut so hard you see colors exploded behind your eyelids. 

Heavy-limbed and feeling drunk, you drop your legs open a bit. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips, flipping you over. You don’t have the strength to hold yourself up, hands buckling under you, face pressed to the back of your palms. He says something that you can’t hear, your head still swimming in the clouds. 

Every one of your joints feels melted, unable to lock together to support your weight. It doesn’t matter. Yoongi does it for you, lifting you up so that you’re on your knees, thighs spread wide. Air cools the wet mess on your legs. You realize you’re dripping past your knees. 

Yoongi’s palms feel like fire on your flushed skin. He wraps and arm around your waist, pulling you back to his chest, the other looping under your arm so he can grab your neck firmly. This time, he does squeeze, fingers placed perfectly on the sides of your throat. 

Everything around you feels like cotton candy fuzz, fluffy and sweet. Your head lolls back, resting on his shoulder as his teeth find your shoulder, nipping your skin. Behind you, his cock slides gently between your folds, making you hiss. 

“Gonna fill up this pussy,” Yoongi murmurs. “Gonna fuck you full, yeah?”

You nod your head. “Yeah.” The word slurs on your tongue. “Please, want it.”

“You’re already fucked out from just my mouth, omega.” 

“So?” 

He chuckles darkly. His cockhead catches your clenching hole and you whine, hands going to clutch the arm on your waist and holding your throat. “Have you no decency, hm?”

“No. Yoongi please, it hurts. Please just - please.”

“Shhh.” Yoongi places a warm, wet kiss on your jaw. “I’ve got you. You know I’ve got you?”

Words are too hard, so you nod. Yoongi places another sweet kiss on your cheek before he shuffles and thrusts into you, smooth on the upstroke. You gasp, breath knocked out of you as he slides to the hilt. Yoongi’s cock is thick and though you’re soaked, the stretch is intense, your walls clinging to him in a vice grip.

Behind you, Yoongi curses. His hand tightens, and it gets just a little bit harder to breath. Slowly, he retracts before snapping forward again, stroke slow but hard. He groans, focused on setting a leisurely and smooth pace. Every thrust of his hips makes his cock hit deep, punching the air from your lungs. With his fingers pressing against your throat, it gets harder to take in more air, making you light-headed, the forest spinning. 

It feels so good, this blooming pleasure inside of you. Every time he hits your soft spot just right, you feel closer to madness. Yoongi squeezes your throat tighter. His skin is warm and sweaty, sliding against yours, the friction making your eyes roll back.

Yoongi’s teeth scrape your shoulder. Sink in just a little, not enough to draw blood, but you feel the sting. It’s good, pleasure-laced pain. And then he’s telling you to let go, to come around him. You deny your alpha nothing, eyes fluttering shut as you squeeze tight tight tight. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi snarls. You come so hard he has to stop thrusting, your pussy clenching around him with everything you’ve got. You’re not breathing, air stuck in your lungs, blood rushing in your eyes, stars behind your eyes. “Breathe,” Yoongi pants, letting go of your throat. You suck in a sharp breath of air, flooding your lungs. “That’s it. You can take it, yeah? Can take it til I fill you up?”

“Yes, alpha.”

It’s a mumble of words. You’re not even sure if it comes out right. Yoongi holds you to him, doesn’t mind that you're boneless. Your fingers thread his where his hands grip you, squeezing as your head cradles against his neck. You nose him there, drawing all sorts of feral sounds from him as he chases his orgasm, driven to the edge while you scent him. He comes with a loud sound, maybe your name or something else. You’re not sure. 

Yoongi smells like home. Well - smells like earth and come and sweat and trees and pheremones. But his smell is there, pine and sage. Wild and gentle. Earth and cleansing. You love the smell of him, you have since you met him. 

“Rest.” Yoongi’s voice sounds faraway. “I’ve got you.” 

Weightlessness takes over. You don’t remember moving and you don’t remember Yoongi pulling out of you and picking you up. You’re drunk off his scent, hormones throwing you over the cliff and into a deep lake, where you float aimlessly. Comforted. 

Soft sheets slide against your skin. You turn your face and breathe in, smelling Yoongi everywhere. It’s warm and you smell you too. Rosemary and mint. Your scents linger together, making you feel at home. Loved. Safe. 

Something jostles you a little. You slow-blink an eye open, realizing you’re at home, tucked into the corner of your room you like to use for nesting. Blankets of Yoongi’s are piled eye and there are shirts and hoodies that belong to him. Some shirts that belong to you. Things that remind you of the two of you, that feel like you both. 

Yoongi is tucked behind you, breath puffing against your ear. His eyes are closed when you curve your head to look at him. “Sleep,” he rasps, not opening his eyes. “And thank you for the hunt. I’m not done with you. But I’m tired.” 

You smile and close your eyes, drifting to sleep in the safety of Yoongi’s arms.

[emmyrosee]

He doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t be doing this.

Kiyoomi isn’t exactly the best with the relationship thing; be it friends, or family, or intimate, he’s left a lot of that to Motoya- the “nice” one.

It never really bothered him that Motoya was considered ‘nicer’ than him, Kiyoomi knew his heart’s reasonings for picking and choosing who and what to have empathy and respect for; just because Komori had less of a sense for it, doesn’t mean he’s ‘nicer.’

And then you crashed into Sakusa Kiyoomi’s life.

With no remorse or sympathy, you strut your way into Kiyoomi’s life like you owned the rental space in his heart and mind, like you were meant to be there all along, and despite never, ever having been in genuine love before, your presence felt natural to the unnatural and unpredictable world.

And he feels absolutely terrible he probably demolished that.

More so because you deserve better; he doesn’t feel sorry for himself that he probably lost the best thing that ever happened to him. You don’t deserve his malice, and tonight, that’s all he subjected you to.

So, against all his logic and his mind begging him to stay and let you have your space, his heart refuses. It yearns for you, it craves you, wants to know you’re okay and that he supports you if you’ve fallen out of love with him.

Because sure, kiyoomi hates sleeping on couches. But he hates sleeping without you more.

Shambling into the living room- only stubbing his toe once or twice, impressive even to him- he manages to make his way to your quivering frame, and he swallows thickly at the distraught mess he’s made you.

“Hey,” kiyoomi sighs, watching with a wince as you scrub your eyes. They’re so swollen, and they leave tears along your fingers, but he says nothing about it, not wanting you to feel worse.

“I’m sorry!” You choke. “Did I wake you? I should’ve been quiet. You need your sleep, you have to-“

“Stop,” he croaks, the lump in his throat bubbling up. “Don’t apologize.” He’s the one that kicked you out of your own bedroom, and you’re standing there, apologizing to him?

He’s amazed you haven’t left him yet.

If he were you, he would’ve. This would be the final straw, the end all of your relationship. He’d pack up all his shit, throw it in a suitcase and absolutely book it out of the house. He’d slash a hole in three of your tires, because all four means you don’t have to pay for them, so three is for the best revenge, and he’d go fuck your cousin who’s so much nicer than you could ever be, and-

“Kiyoomi?”

“Three,” he says suddenly, cheeks flushing hot when he realizes you have no clue what he’s talking about. He clears his throat and scrubs his face with his large hands. “I’m… I wanted to come and apologize.”

Immediately, your heaving sobs come to an end, tears dribbling down your face and falling from your chin once they gain enough weight and momentum. He gives you a shaky sigh, “I never…” he forces the lump down his throat as best as he can, “I never should’ve snapped at you like that, or kept you away from your own bed; you… you’ve never done that to me, even if I’ve deserved it.”

You still say nothing, eyes glimmering up at him in bewilderment. He should shut up, he knows, but he wants to put all the cards down because you don’t have to forgive him- you deserve to have whatever closure you need to take.

Even if that is slashing three of his tires.

“You don’t have to justify me being malicious,” he continues with a shaky sigh. “I’ve had people my whole life do that, and I’ve let them. You don’t have to- I never should’ve turned you away like that.”

“So you’ve said,” you croak. Your head turns to avoid his gaze, and after a few moments, your shoulders start to heave again. “It…” you snarl softly, “it was never about the bed, Kiyoomi. You sent me away… did I really make you that mad?”

“No,” he says, crouching down to make himself smaller, more approachable than his usual 190.5 centimeter frame. “That’s on me, baby. That has nothing to do with you. I’m the one who betrayed that trust and blew everything far out of proportion.” His head ducks to try and meet your gaze, mumbling a soft ‘can I touch you?’ and he’s unsurprised when you shake your head ‘no.’

You do, however, turn to look at him, and it makes his heart pound even more than it already was- a task he thought was impossible, but here you were, proving that theory wrong.

“I didn’t do anything to you,” you whimper. He nods, looking down shamefully. Your breathing is ragged, “you’re the one who threw me aside. I tried, Kiyoomi, I tried to apologize and make you forgive me, and you rejected it.” Once again, he says nothing. “You’ve never been so mad where you… where you didn’t w-want me.”

He disobeys your wishes and places a loving hand on your knee, shaking his head. “Don’t be like that.” He blinks his own line of tears down, and even if he doesn’t deserve a lick of your kindness, you reach out to wipe it away. “Stop blaming yourself for the shit I’ve done; it was selfish, and I didn’t think about you, or us, and I was an idiot.”

He squeezes your knee, “but I always will want you. Even if I didn’t show it tonight.” Your hand trembles against his soft cheek, thumb grazing along the stubble that grows. You look him up and down, almost processing his apology and deciphering if it’s good enough.

“You fucked up,” you say finally. Despite himself, he gives you a soft chuckle.

“I know.”

“Don’t be this person, Kiyoomi,” you say, a pleading lilt to your voice. “I don’t want to play these games with you. We’re adults. You can’t shut me out because you get mad at me.”

“I know,” he says quietly. Then, he stands up, “I understand if… if you still want to be alone. I just wanted to you know that no matter what I say or do, I love you. And I appreciate you for always being here.”

Always here. Always watching him. Always loving him.

“I want to come to bed.”

His ears perk up at your sudden, soft words, and he gives you a small smile and a nod, his hand extending out to gently take yours if you’ll let him. A chill runs through him when you indeed lace your fingers in his, pulling yourself up to walk your exhausted frames to the bedroom. He feels your face nuzzle into the muscle of his bicep, and he casts you a puzzled look.

“It’s going to take some time to trust you again,” you mumble softly, squeezing the muscles in his arm as if to plead him to not go away or chastise your ‘demands.’

Hardly demands, but he understands your hesitation.

“Yeah?” He hums, planting a kiss to your head. To make you laugh for the first time in hours, he gently tugs you closer to him and leans his entire weight on you, quickly swaying you both to flop onto the bed; this does have you giggling, pitching when the mattress squeals under the weight of both of you. He kisses your head once more, then moving his kiss to your lips, sighing when you reciprocate the affection back.

“The rest of your life sound okay?”

————

this is the ending I chose, if you don’t like it, I don’t know what to tell you 🥲🫡 but a part two wouldn’t have been possible without your encouragement and support, and I’m forever thankful for the encouragement from everyone who took the time to either want to be tagged, or read the piece whenever they get the chance.

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[seireitonin]

I just saw your fic/hc of if toby had kids, it's so good btw!! :3

I'm in a mischievous mood, how would he react if one of/both of the kids died? Like he took his eyes off them for one second. I feel like because they most likely live in a forest setting, it would be something like going on a lake when it's iced over and then falling through.

This is so sad omg :( but let me try my best (you really want to sob huh?😭)

Toby If His Kids Died

He’d never ever recover

He’d never ever ever EVER forgive himself

He looked away for one second

Just one

But that second is all it took

The ice was thin and his kids not knowing any better, stood on it together, falling in

Toby heard the sound of the ice breaking and the two loud splashes

He turned around as quickly as he could only to see the open hole where they once were

Trapped under the ice as Toby tried to get them out

He was too late

He pulls them out and does everything he could

CPR, shaking them softly, calling out there names

“Please…wake up…please…please…please! Talk to me! Open your eyes! Please….i need you…I love you! Your dad needs you! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

When they don’t respond it destroys him

He hits the ground, screams and sobs

Just truly broken

Out of everything that he’s been through in his life, this was the most painful, unbearable, heart shattering thing he’s ever been through

His world was gone in a second

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I love you! I failed you! I’m so sorry”

He sobs out as he hugs them to his chest, wishing they’d hug him back, and tell him they’re okay

Their skin, freezing cold, their clothes, soaking wet

He carries them home, putting them in their beds, trying to warm them up, one last time

How was he going to face his significant other?

He meets them at the front door, falling to his knees and hugging their legs, ear piercing sobs

“They’re gone…they’re gone”

“W-what?!”

“They fell in the lake and got trapped in the ice! I was too late! I-“

He can’t continue, falling victim to his sobs

His significant other, starts to scream and sob along with him, pushing Toby off in anger

“This is your fault! This is your fucking fault!”

They’re just confused and angry and full of grief like he is

“Why weren’t you watching them?! How could you let this happen?!”

“I turned away for one second! It was a second! One second! I promise!”

“Look what it cost us! Look what you did! You destroy everything you fucking touch!”

“Please….im sorry! I’m sorry!”

He couldn’t even say that wasn’t true

Every person he loved, every person who depended on him, he’s let die

Lyra is dead. His mom was probably dead. Now…his children….are gone

He’s a failure. And everyone around him had to pay the price

His significant other, and Toby bury them on a hill, where they all had a picnic once.

They put their favorite toys on the graves, saying goodbye to their bundles of joy

Life is unfair, huh?

Toby and his partner try to stay together

But they could never look at Toby the same way

They wouldn’t look Toby in the eyes or in the face

They could only see their children in Toby’s features

Toby tried to touch them, to hold them, to comfort them

He could hear them, sobbing quietly in the night with their back turned to him

The guilt eats him alive

But they didn’t want Toby’s touch, not ever again

Their meals were silent

They exchanged minimal words

What do you say? What do you do?

They couldn’t take it anymore

They packed all their things and had one final conversation with the man they once had a life with

“Toby…”

“Please…no”

“Toby….i can’t do this anymore…. I can’t”

“Please….stay”

“I love you, Toby. But I can never forgive you.”

“Don’t…”

“Our children’s empty rooms are up there. I can’t….stay. Every where I turn….I see them. It’s like they’re haunting us. I can’t stay here, Tobias. Neither should you.”

“Please! You’re all I have left! I….please! You’re all I have left…”

“You lost me a long time ago. Goodbye. Tobias”

They were gone, just like that

It’s just Toby in this empty home

A home once filled with love and joy was now filled with grief and pain

He started to have a tic attack

And no one was here to help him through it

He sobs out again, the reality hitting him harder and harder with every passing second

With no one around

He starts to have hallucinations again

He sees the ghosts of his children, like he saw the ghost of Lyra

“Why didn’t you save us?”

“I tried! I tried! You know I…I love you!”

“Then why did you let us die?!”

“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop!”

He started picking and chewing at his fingers, pulling his hair, hitting himself in the head

Old habits from when he was 17

He turns to alcohol

He made a promise to never be like his dad

He’s sticking to it in his own way

He can never abuse his family. He has no family

He’s often drunk most of the time now

Sometimes just so he can sleep

But even when he sleeps all he can hear is the ice breaking, the ice cold water, the last moments of his kids

Masky and Hoodie find him in his home

“Toby. You have to start coming on missions again. We can’t keep covering for you. You know what Slenderman will do to you if you don’t”

“Let him kill me. I don’t care. I died a long time ago”

He takes another swig from his bottle as he talks to them, slurring a bit

“He should’ve…let me die….when I was 25”

“You can’t even stand can you?”

“Fuck you! Fuck you!”

He starts to scream

“My family is gone! I lost my family, TWICE! You think I care about missions anymore?! You think I care about anything anymore?! Huh?! I dont give a fuck about my life!”

Masky lets out a sigh

“You know, you always were emotional. Although, I kinda miss when you were a hyper and upbeat annoying little shit. I wonder if your children were the same?”

Toby immediately pulls his hatchets out and starts swinging, sloppy, but still dangerous

“Don’t you ever fucking talk about them!”

Hoody catches his arms and pushes him back on the couch

“He didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don’t give a fuck! I’ll kill him!”

“You can’t even stand up straight”

The room was spinning. He wasn’t wrong

“Just…let me die. Let me die…here”

They look at him

He’s malnourished. His skin paler than ever. His self inflicted wounds, just open because no one was there to help patch him up. The dark circles under his eyes, prominent. His eyes themselves, hollow and empty

Masky warms up some instant noodles from the cabinet

“Eat. Now”

“Fuck you”

“Toby. Please” Hoodie says, concerned

He reluctantly takes it and eats slowly unable to finish, putting it on the table in front of him

“See that…toy truck over there?”

He points to a red toy pickup truck, untouched and in the same place his son left it.

“That was my son’s favorite. He told me…he liked it so much….because it looked like….mine.”

He points to a doll with fluffy brown hair

“See that? My daughter….loved it…said it had hair like me”

He can’t take it anymore. He starts to sob. He doesn’t even care about looking tough anymore

“Fuck! They’re gone! They’re gone!”

Toby puts his head in his hands and just sobs

What else could he do?

This was his first time talking about it with someone else

They sit with him, putting their hands on his shoulders, comforting him

They didn’t always get along though out the years

But they could put that aside for something like this

“Brain. You died. Brought back by….Slenderman. How do you feel?”

He already knew what Toby was implying

“Don’t even think about it Toby. I may be alive again. But my body isn’t mine anymore and I’m a slave to Slenderman. You know that. You don’t want that for your children. They’ll belong to him and have a life of suffering. So…let them rest”

It was selfish thinking on Toby’s part. But he’d do anything to have them back

But he knew better. He wouldn’t actually go through with that idea

Toby’s mood swings are worse than ever

Extreme sadness, to extreme numbness to extreme anger

That’s it

He couldn’t feel happiness anymore

It died with his kids

It left with his significant other

Constant panic attacks

Constant nightmares

Constant hallucinations

And besides the occasional visit from Masky and Hoodie

He was alone

And….maybe it’s better this way

The words ring in his head every day

“You destroy everything you fucking touch!”

A shell of a person

Doesn’t leave his house anymore, unless it’s to visit his children’s graves

Hopes he’ll see his ex partner there one day

Wants to ask if they have nightmares too and if they still wake up and think of the life they had together

Wants to end his own life, but was cursed with immortality or at least long lasting life

He wants nothing more than to see his family again

Both of them

Blames himself every day

Will literally never not blame himself

He will never move on or be happy again

So he spends his days in the empty home, looking at once was

“Please….forgive me. I love you.”

He holds a picture of his kids to his chest as he falls asleep into another nightmare

Not that real life was any better

[teddynivvy]

SUB. SCHLATT.

ive been DEVOURING every little thing you’ve posted today

OKAY THATS ALL BYE, LOVELY!!!

ok i’ve posted a ton of smut today so pls forgive me but this request has been sitting in my brain and i fear a pathetic lil schlatt makes me feel very 🥰🥰 so here we go (nsfw, afab!reader, heavy mommy kink!!)

sub!schlatt who loves being your good boy. kissing up and down your body, you barely paying attention to him as you keep your focus on your book.

he’s begging you to pay attention to him - touch him, anything - his cock aching in his boxers as he ruts up against the side of the bed and kisses your thighs. you part them slightly, giving him just enough access to nuzzle over the lingerie he purchased for you, feeling the warmth of your pussy against his lips.

his fingers hook along the lace, looking up to meet your gaze. “can i please?” he asks, warm brown eyes full of need. you look down at him, nodding slightly before he eagerly pulls down your panties and gets to work. mouth on your warm pussy, kissing, lapping at you as if it was the last thing he’d ever taste. his facial hair tickled your inner thighs as you finally put down what you were reading, carding your fingers through his hair and cooing at him.

“such a good boy for me,” you praise, feeling his tongue start to lap at your hole. “you’re being so good for mommy, aren’t you?”

a sharp tug on his hair when he doesn’t reply - “yes, yes mommy, i’m your good boy.” his lips glistened with your slick, drunk on the taste. “what do you say for not responding?” he gulps, eyes falling. “sorry, mommy.”

“good,” you smile, taking his chin in your hand and flipping to position your pussy over his face. you lean back, watching as he begins to kiss your clit again, hot tongue against your core. “yes, don’t stop.”

your hand finds his achingly hard cock, and he moans when you wrap around him. thick in your palm, you lick a broad stripe up and begin to jerk and twist, watching as his hips bucked up into the slickness.

he moans deeply into your pussy, hands coming up to hold your thighs. he begins to whimper, and you look down as he continues to work hard on your core.

“are you gonna make mommy cum, baby?” he nods fervently, tongue against your hot wet cunt as you ride his face to your heart’s desire. reckless abandon as you grind into him, his tongue in your hole and nose rubbing against your clit, forcing you to gush all over his face as your grip leaves his cock to dive forward and steady yourself.

once you catch your breath, you push his hair out of his face and grin down at him. his chest is heaving, pink tip flopped over onto his stomach, ready to burst. your hand finds it again, jerking him off and watching as he began to unravel.

“you were such a good boy for making mommy cum, weren’t you?” he nods between your thighs. “you want me to make you cum, baby?”

“please,” he breathes out, eyes screwing shut as he tries to hold off. he’s so embarrassed to be like this, pink cheeks, pinned under the weight of you on his chest as you jerk him off helplessly. “please let me come.”

“ok,” you laugh, and he almost thinks he heard you wrong. “can i?” “you want me to say it again?”

he loves when he’s challenged - when the woman he loves and trusts is on top of him, telling him what to do, taking complete control. that thought makes his cock explode, white ropes of cum painting his stomach and whimpers from his mouth being muffled by the skin of your thighs still covering his mouth.

“good baby,” you coo down at him, feeling his cock twitch as a few last spurts come out. “such a good boy for me, aren’t you jay?”

spent, fucked out, all he can do is nod. he kisses your thighs, smiling up at you as he catches his breath. “thank you mommy.”

[khuzena]

My biggest 'what if'

Isagi, sae, rin, x g/n!reader (tried to make it g/n!reader?? but enjoy)

Warning: a little fluff, hurt little to no comfort, angst, break ups, cheating, (no happy ending typa beat)

Summary: their biggest what ifs from you and tje blue lock boys' relationship

Note: hello! I'm starting to get motivation to write again and i hope this fic is good enough

Itoshi Sae:

"What if he treated you better?"

His biggest 'what if' is what if he put more effort in your relationship.

He took your love for granted and now that it's gone he finds himself longing for it.

Every night he weeps in silence that even the birds cannot hear him, only the gods above listen to his cries. Begging for you to come back but he could never say it out loud. Not when his ego was as big as the world itself.

Sae tried so hard to keep the relationship.

But trying hard to keep a relationship wasn't just delivering fancy gifts on your doorstep or messaging you once a week.

Trying hard to keep a relationship wasn't just asking you how was your day and proceeding to ignore you while you frantically waited for his response.

He was trying.

But the hickey from a forgotten one night stand says otherwise.

—-

You stared at him with blank eyes, as empty as a black hole eating away every feeling that was once boiling in your heart.

The pain was too much to bear.

"Sae, why the fuck did you do that?", you whimpered defeatly, you no longer had the energy to fight him about this.

Not when you screamed from the top of your lungs a hundred times ago.

At this point you can't even expect much. Cancelled dates left and right, his stupid excuses and worst of all his shitty promises.

Sae promised to love you so, like how Gomez loves Morticia. Though you both were just another pathetic Blair and Chuck.

He sucked in his breath and stared right back at you, though all you could see is the same emptiness you feel.

The relationship so damaged you both have no hope for it.

But it's alright.

It's alright.

It's not.

He prefered to spend his time with other women though he usually denies, this time he didn't.

"I don't want to waste my time on you, so what?"

The air grew more tense and you were at your breaking point. Realizing that he both wasted your time and your effort for the relationship. You excused his behavior multiple times but now he's said it himself.

Your mouth was left agape from what he said, the hurt still stinging.

He tried to compose himself in the heat of the moment, he knew he was wrong and he accepted it.

"Then leave." He said coldly.

Those eyes, those fucking eyes.

He stared at you with those goddamn eyes, you remember that kind of glare. The glare he'd give when he's pissed to the core; when he's provoked.

But why is he mad? Didn't he want this?

A single tear trickled down your cheek, the tear carrying the weight of a heartbreak that weighed thousands.

Though you didn't falter.

Carrying your bags and a slam on his door without a single word escaping your lips was enough.

But it's alright.

It's alright.

It finally is.

Meanwhile the weight of you leaving hit hard on sae like a thousand bricks.

He asked himself for one more time, why didn't he beg you to stay?

Oh how he badly wanted to get on his knees and confess his sins begging for forgiveness. But his ego was too big, he was too ashamed to beg you to stay.

So he stares at the moon you told him you loved.

The moon always stayed despite the wounds from the meteorites scraping its surface.

You must've been the moon, he thought. But he didn't just scrape your heart, oh no. He burnt it all down until there was no love and sanity left.

Sae lets his mind wander off again, but this time it's all about you.

Why you weren't his future but just another 'what if'

—----

Isagi Yoichi

"What if he prioritized you more?"

He wonders often why he didn't prioritize you more.

Sure, football was always running rampant in his mind but he knew he could've spent time with you.

He was sweet, sweeter than the smell of fresh roses.

He wants you so much, too much he's starting to think his love for you might distract him.

He wants to think he still has a chance. So he doesn't hesitate to spoil with his hard-earned riches.

Yet, money doesn't save a relationship. He wants to think it does.

He's a smart one, always one step ahead so he's always known for a long time now this relationship won't last; but he wants to think it'll last.

Isagi had always loved you and it didn't waver, not once.

But he was terrible at showing that he did.

He loves you, he assures you he does.

But he'll always choose his career over you and he won't hesitate to push you out of his life just so he could still play football.

—----------

You two barely spent time with each other due to him pursuing his football career.

Every once in a while the lack of quality time would get to you.

Both itching to just see each other again, just to hold each other in your arms even for just a minute.

For now you two are lying in each other's arms. Surprising, considering your schedules that you both could never sync.

Though today's cuddling session was different. It wasn't soothing, more nerve-wracking.

The man in your arms was breathing erratically. Isagi knows this is the last time you'll hold him like this.

His grip on you was tight, not wanting to let you go. But you were barely holding on anymore.

Why should you try to keep this relationship when you can't even see each other for months? Why must you keep trying for something like this?

You two tried so hard to keep the relationship together but it never worked.

It crumbles every time, no matter how hard you put the pieces together like glass but it turns into dust every ticking of the clock.

Isagi could feel every tremble from your fragile body, the strength to fight for your relationship chipped away from the stress and bickering from 3 hours ago.

You both made an agreement that you would both no longer see each other anymore. That this would be the last time it was 'you and yoichi'

He's made it clear you were a distraction from his career. So why is he holding you so tight right now? Why is he holding you like you're fragile that you might slip away if he ever even let go of you for a second?

He's left you to pick up the pieces of your broken relationship but now he finds himself trying to stitch it all up on his own.

Isagi knows that tomorrow will be another bleak day.

Except this time he's longing for something he cast aside for the first time.

Isagi Yoichi is a man who's great at reading the field, probably at reading people too. Though this entire situation isn't something he can decipher like a game of football. It's a puzzle but each piece makes him lose progress.

Even in the cold and dark room where not even a speck of light could escape, he can still feel your gaze lingering on him but he's too ashamed to say anything.

He wants to say 'I love you' one last time, but he just cant.

No words needed to be said in this embrace, but one question stayed on his mind before he drifted to sleep.

What if he prioritized you as much as football?

Maybe then this embrace could last a lifetime and not a single night.

—------

Itoshi Rin

"What if he really loved you"

He knew this relationship was just a mistake.

He wanted to try something new.

Sometime after breaking up with you he starts thinking more about you.

Images of you clouding his thoughts every second, every minute and for god knows how long.

His love for you was temporary but the thoughts of you were permanent.

Sure, he was toxic and just wanted to try this whole relationship thing but the more he thinks about you all he feels is regret.

He thinks it's strange.

He's never even loved you properly but why does he feel like falling in love all over again?

Why does he feel like he's starting to feel butterflies in his stomach again yet he knows it only flickers for a second?

He was going insane. He doesn't love you, at least he thinks he does.

Not when he stays up all night stalking your wondering if you found someone new and better for you.

Though the relationship has been long dead so there's no point in starting again from day one.

—--

Rin found himself scrolling through images of you and him when you were still together right after a secured win in a football match.

His teammates were confused about why he's been zoning out lately.

As he sat straight on the bench, he felt a small tap on his shoulder.

A voice so loud it could wake up king Tutankhamun from the grave rang in his ears, "Yo Rin you good?", Bachira asked with a confused look while isagi and kunigami tail after him.

Rin scoffed, "None of your goddamn business."

The male stood up from his seat, grabbed the towel right next to him and walked off to the changing room.

'how strange' the three thought but were interrupted by a large crowd of interviewers bombarding them with questions.

Meanwhile rin stayed back at the changing room, still looking for that spark he felt when he first met you while still scrolling through old photos of you.

Again.

And again.

Again.

How lukewarm.

After he got back in the stadium his eyes darted towards you in the benches, cheering for another player.

There he felt that spark again in his heart that was once lost.

The irritated expression that was plastered on his face a while ago now softened.

The crowd might think he finally relaxed yet his heart was pounding so loudly, his eyes trying to avoid yours but he can't help but stare; he doesn't mind getting lost in those pretty eyes again.

But he knows you two are like parallel lines, always seeing each other from a distance yet your fates will never intersect. And if it did, it would burn both your souls from the draining thing you call a 'relationship'

Oh how he watched your eyes glimmer as the next round started, the same eyes that stared lovingly into him a long time ago.

If only he really loved you, maybe then he'd feel that spark in his heart again when he stared into your eyes.

Note: hope y'all enjoyed! This was sitting in my draft for a month and I don't have time to write anymore cos yk school ://// not proof read cos i need to sleep so sorry ♡

[xarlenewithanx]

Memories Bring Back You

Satoru Gojo x F! reader

Synopsis: After six years of drifting apart, a reunion event has brought you back into his embrace.

Content/s: fluff, high school setting, etc.

a/n: please forgive my writing, I don’t know how to write emotions so please bear with it. I am currently writing as many as I can rn to improve it.

word count: 1,592

Never once did the words ‘I love you’ escape his lips, nor did he display even the slightest hint of affection through his actions. Every time he approached you, a spark of hope would ignite within you, a longing for some acts of appreciation.

But nothing ever came. His emotional detachment remained constant, and you had reached your breaking point. For two long years, you had been in a relationship that felt like an emotional black hole, and you were tired of expecting something, only for it to be nothing.

You decided to end it all.

     “Satoru,” you called out to him.

     “Hmm?” He replied.

     “I want to break up with you,”

His heart sank.

He stopped his tracks to turn to you. He couldn’t possibly be hearing that, right?

“Huh?” He asked, attempting to hear more clearly.

You sighed in annoyance.

“I said, I want to end this relationship” You spoke, clearly this time.

A deafening silence overwhelmed him as he tried to grasp your words to him.

“I think it’s time for us to embark on our own journeys,” you continued. “This doesn’t seem to be fulfilling for you as well, does it?”

You lightly smiled at him, fighting off the urge to show how you were hurting too, and turned around as you pivoted on your heel to distance yourself from him, only for him to reach out to you and pull you to an embrace from behind.

His sudden grasp on you almost made you lose balance, but he steadied himself into you so you didn’t collapse.

This was the first time he showed you affection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your body for a while.

“Satoru,” You snapped. “Please. For the last time, I will not change my decision.” You ordered.

“I’ll listen to you, so please, don’t leave me,” He mumbled. “Did I do something?” He asked, begging for an answer. “I promise, I’ll change,”

As much as you wanted to tell him about his neglectful behavior throughout your time together, what good will it do when you have decided it’s finally over?

“Satoru, as much as I wanted to stay, I possibly couldn’t. We all have our reasons to cut our ties with people, and for this one, it’s best if I don’t tell you. I don’t want to hurt you. so please, let me go, you’ll be happy once you remove a burden that’s been weighing you down.”

You freed yourself from his desperate hold and continued down your path. You didn’t dare to glance back at him, fearing to witness the depression and denial that was painted on his face.

That was a chapter from your past, precisely six years ago, during your final years at Jujutsu Tech. Upon graduation, you decided to put your exorcising activities to a halt. The graphic memories of your fellow students dying or being severely injured were a common sight that haunted you until graduation. You couldn’t bear to see more people suffer the same fate had you continued down that path.

Out of nowhere, your phone buzzed with a new message. The sender was Shoko, a name you haven’t seen in six long years. The message announced a reunion event held in your old school later that night.

A wave of nostalgia washed over you. It was a chance to reconnect with faces from your past. A time of reminiscence, a trip down memory lane.  

The event was filled with people you knew six years ago, with faces both familiar and unfamiliar. The air was filled with joyous laughter and chatter as everyone exchanged their stories about their journeys post-graduation. The atmosphere was light-hearted, along with the clicking sound of glasses and the harmonious melodies of shared songs.

You excused yourself from the room, seeking solitude in the cool night air. As you strolled down the lanes of the school, lit with the soft glow of the full moon, were a memory of your time in Jujutsu Tech. Every corner, every room, brought back memories from your time with your old classmates.

You found yourself standing at the very place where you severed your ties with Satoru. The memories came flooding back, as vividly as if it happened yesterday. You could still feel the desperate pull of his embrace, his pleas for you to stay echoing in your ears. It was a moment frozen in time, a reminder that will stay with you forever.

“Hey!” a familiar voice reached out to you.

The sound was like a gentle breeze. You turned around to find Satoru standing there. His face was illuminated by a bright smile as if he had been eagerly anticipating your return to school. He stood near a bench just behind you.

With a casual pat on the seat, he invited you to join him. The bench was beside a tree whose blossoms were falling from the cold breeze.

You both delved into the tales of your lives after graduation, the conversation flowing easily like a river. He spoke passionately about his decision to remain at the school, working as a sorcerer and at the same time, a teacher. Satoru’s eyes sparked with enthusiasm as he recounted his missions with his students.

His nonchalant demeanor as he narrated his experiences stirred something within you. It was as if an old torch as been ignited again, bringing back to life a part of you that you thought you had left behind on the grounds of the school.

“You know, I spent a lot of time reflecting on my behavior later that day.” He confessed. His voice had a regretful tone as he spoke.

You quickly tilted your head as he unexpectedly changed the topic of the conversation.

“I couldn’t bring myself to understand why you would choose to leave me.”

“You still haven’t moved on?” You answered despite the emotional weight of the conversation.

Satoru paused for a moment before answering. “You can’t move on from something that made you curious, can you?

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, followed by a nod in agreement.

“So, I’m here to apologize,” Satoru announced. His voice sounded shaky and unstable. “I’m sorry that… I never properly showed you adoration…”

Satoru’s voice grew louder. “I’m sorry that I had people question about us. I’m sorry, that I spent more time with strangers than with you. I’m sorry that it took me six years, six FUCKING years! To realize that I still love you!”

He inhaled deeply. “I love you!!! I missed you! Ever since you left my side, you have been the only one occupying my mind… I never thought that day would come when you yourself would sever your ties. I have always dreamed of us living together in our estate, even after the fact that you broke on what I thought was fate. If I had the chance to turn back time when our love was at its prime, I would have moved mountains if it meant ensuring you would still be mine.” He took a deep breath from his melodically poetic confession.

You were left speechless with his words. Who would have thought that your seemingly unaffectionate ex would have a poetic side?

For the first time in your life, you witness a side of Satoru that was unseen, even when you’re still together. Satoru Gojo, who rarely shows weakness, now stood before you in this pitiful state. His blindfold was soaked with his tears, and his sobs echoed in the silence. The sight of him, so woeful and melancholic, bawling with no sign of embarrassment, is an image that tugs at your heartstrings.

     “Forgive me as well,” You begin your side.

“I was selfish to think that I was your only priority. I should have thought that you have other things keeping you company. I should have realized that you had your world apart from the one with me. It’s too late of an apology after the damage we both caused, but at the very least Satoru, our feelings were finally out, and we can both rest assured, that our hearts are freed from the chains from the past.” You finished.

Both of you were vulnerable at that moment. The soft glow of the moonlight and the cold breeze were the only ones occupying your shared space. You fell into his embrace once more, his head resting on your shoulder as he whispered his words, promising to treat you right and be more attentive this time.

“Can I call you princess again?” He asked, anxiously anticipating your response.

You smiled as you brushed your hand against his hair as if to comfort him.

     “Of course, Satoru, I’ll always be your princess.” You replied.

His arms tightened their grip on you, where you couldn’t even breathe.

Faint sounds of footsteps were heard coming towards you. Followed by slow clapping sounds.

     “Well if it isn’t the long-lost lovebirds?”  Suguru asked sarcastically. “I’m liking the view right now.”

     “Shut up,” Satoru replied, His voice tickling your nape.

     “Ever so cheesy I see,” Shoko commented.

“Hey, did you know he kept the items you left in his house? Pens, notebooks, your hair tie?” Suguru teased him.

“Oh yeah, he kept them in a box with the label ‘Princess’” Shoko replied.

You chuckled at their remarks.

“Finally, you’re back in his life.” They declared in unison before going back to the event.

As the rest of your class was busy reuniting with old friends, you were busy cuddling in Satoru’s embrace.

[sage-green-matcha]

RETRIBUTION - ZACH TURNER 💣

Content Includes: Mentions of blood, violence, bombs, guns, more blood, spoilers for the movie “Retribution”

A/n: My first time writing for Zach! We don’t really know much about him butttt I tried my best! Hope you guys enjoy :)

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Your face was covered in shock as you watched Zach's father hold out a gun. You were already scared, the fact that there was a bomb in the car made you feel sick to your stomach.

You really thought it would be a normal day, but you had seen 3 people die in one morning.

You watched as Zach and Emily's mom was taken by the police, teams of police officers chasing down the car that you were inside of.

You had no clue what was going on, and it stressed you out knowing you couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I'm so sorry sweetheart. You shouldn't be here right now" Matt mumbled with a shaky voice.

You could tell just from that, that were tears forming in his eyes.

"Dad... Dad don't do this!" Zach's eyebrows were furrowed, his body shaking slightly from his scared heartbeat.

"Dad don't" Emily was breathing heavily next to Zach, his hand squeezing hers tightly.

"Dad don't! Listen, okay? He's your friend"

Your heart shattered with how frightened he sounded, but you couldn't speak. You were too scared. You usually loved the rush, but this felt disgusting and dangerous.

"God forgive me" The words that fell from Matts lips were unbelievable. There was no way he was about to kill his best friend. His long-time business partner.

You didn't know Matt very well. But you knew Matt and Anders well. They were always together at gatherings, drinking and joking around like they always did.

They would tease you and Zach about getting together, you knew it would never happen. But knowing they support your small delusion made you feel better.

"Matt! Let me go!" Anders looked terrified, the gun held up to his face didn't help it either.

"Dad! Dad! He's your friend! What are you doing?"

"Dad! Don't!" Emily was now clung onto Zach, tears forming in her eyes as she watched the horrific scene.

"I can't..."

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to see a mutilated body once you opened your eyes.

Except that didn't happen, instead your eyes were surprised at the train that rushed in front of them. Your hearing was interrupted by the loud sound of screeching metal and a loud horn.

Heavy breathing filled the car, a harsh swallow falling down your throat.

You thought you were safe, for a split second. But everything happened so fast.

Wood and glass exploded throughout the car, bullets breaking through the metal doors of the car.

A powerful cloud of smoke made you cover yourself, but instead of protecting yourself, you put your body in more danger.

The car shook before you could even look at the explosion next to you, pain covering your entire body.

Your breath scattered, looking at the bloody hole in your arm. It had all happened so fast. You felt a dart of pain and next thing you knew you were covered in blood.

"Are you okay?" Matt turned around, looking at his children before he even glanced over at you.

"Y/n? Y/n?"

A ball formed in your throat, the pain making your mouth explode with small cries.

"Shit! Shit! Y/n, Y/n! She's bleeding. She got shot!"

Your body fell cold, trying to control your breathing as blood soaked into you and Zach's clothing.

Painful whimpers fell from your mouth, feeling Zach's hand lift your arm.

"Shit"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry babe, I know it hurts."

He wrapped his dad's tie around your wound, It hurt but his words made you feel better. Your heart started beating faster, and you weren't sure if it was because of him or the shot through your arm.

"Tie it tight, Zach"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" You ought to think he was the one who shot you with how much he was apologizing.

You yelped at the pressure being put on your limb. Blood soaked through the cloth quickly and you felt sick.

"Hang on Y/n, Hang on. We're gonna get you some help" You gulped at Matt's words, your head falling onto Zach's chest.

He held you tighter in real life than in your dreams. He didn't want to lose you, you were his person. He loved you, he needed you.

His hand was covered in your blood but he refused to let go. The warm liquid covered the seats and it stained his skin, but he didn’t care.

It felt like forever before the police started to chase the car, Anxiety no longer took over your head, it just felt empty and painful.

Your vision blurred, noises and words becoming quieter and mumbled.

The car finally came to a stop, Zach holding onto your hand tightly.

"Are you okay?" A lady came up to the car, looking through the broken windows.

"She's hurt, please. She's lost a lot of blood. We need help" They didn’t believe Matt, but once she saw the bloody seats she had no choice.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Her face was serious when you asked, making you question her sanity.

"Are you serious? I'm dying" She could read your face, yet you couldn't read hers.

All you wanted was for the pain to go away, to get out of the car and feel better.

But you couldn't. The bomb made it impossible to leave.

"There are no bombs under the children's seats. We're taking off the car doors now"

They unscrewed the ruined car doors, a man reaching over your seatbelt before unbuckling it.

"Zach..." He gulped with glossy eyes as he realized he was still holding onto your hand.

"Is he your boyfriend?" The anticlimactic lady asked and you just shrugged, Zach giving you a small smile.

You were taken to an ambulance, Zach and Emily following not long after.

"You lost a lot of blood, but you'll be fine"

As if that would make you feel any better. You laid lazily on the stretcher, Thankfully the bullet wasn't stuck in your arm, so no surgery was needed.

Instead, you zoned out on anesthesia, stitches being sewn into your arm.

For some odd reason, you weren't allowed to leave the crime scene. So Heather accompanied you in the back of the ambulance.

"They called your mom again, I'm sorry sweetheart. How do you feel? Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Her motherly instincts brought you comfort, something yours didn't have. She wasn't even in town, which was why Matt had to take you to school.

But you weren't at school, yet you didn't think your mom would even care to ask you about the accident. 30 minutes had passed and she didn't even care to call, they had to call her again.

"He's taking off, Mrs. Turner" Your heart felt empty as she ran off to get her husband, Zach, and Emily running Into the ambulance.

"Y/n, are you okay? How do you feel? What did they do?" Zach's voice was fast, making you smile up at him.

"I'm fine Zach, they just gave me some stitches. Are you guys okay?" Emily tried to smile as she nodded, but Zach could only focus on you.

"Emily, leave"

"What? Why? Are you gonna kiss Y/n?"

You smiled as they fought, even after the most traumatic experience of their lives they still bickered.

"Please, Emily?" She huffed before standing outside the ambulance.

"Sorry about your shirt" You mumbled. It was dyed with the color of your blood, a dark red covering the grey fabric.

"It's fine..."

He looked nervous as he went to hold your hand, reaching out before pulling back.

"Hey, it's okay. We're alive" You took it upon yourself to take his hand, his warmth giving you comfort.

"I know...but my dad"

You frowned, letting out a small sigh before readjusting yourself to be sat up.

"Careful, be careful"

"I'm fine Zach, chill" You smiled while looking up at him, his eyes basically drilling holes into yours.

He didn't get how after all of that you still managed to look so beautiful. Your hair was messy and your skin was covered in blood, but you still looked pretty.

"I look ugly, I know" He furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head, opening his mouth before hesitating.

“You look beautiful…even covered in blood” He scoffed as butterflies exploded in your stomach.

You didn’t want him to notice how your face lit up with every pet name and compliment, but he did.

“This is a really bad time for this but, I need to tell you”

“What is it? You can talk to me” You gave his hand a small squeeze, pulling it closer to your body.

“When I saw you bleed I really thought you were gonna die. And I wanted to tell you this in case you did…”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words as he continued to speak. The words that fell from his lips leaving you in shock.

“I love you. I don’t know what It feels like but I think I feel it for you. And I wouldn’t want anything this horrible to ever happen to you again.”

You felt yourself melt at his sweet words. But as he rambled you smiled to yourself, pulling his arm closer towards you.

“I get it Zach, I love you too”

His smile brightened your face, a soft kiss being placed on your lips before Em’s squeal interrupted the moment.

“I knew you two liked each other!”

“Em! Shut up!”

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 8

/ yoongi / suga / agust d /

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after not writing anything at all. Please keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty at times. Comments and thoughts are well appreciated. Don’t hesitate to ask questions, state your thoughts for me to post up and have me add you to the tag list!

Sorry it took me a while to post this chapter. It isn’t too long but I didn’t want to leave you all hanging without anything. I had a lot of things to handle - family visit threw the holidays as well as I met someone and got into a relationship - first time since a couple years. Work has also been busy so I hope you guys will forgive my absence! I will try and post more frequently now! Please comment. Your words always are motivating!

The dead toned beep of the ended phone call rang in your ears mercilessly. Taking a couple seconds to compose yourself after Yoongis brutal truth, you looked at the mirror and took in a deep, sharp breath. Shaking your head, you grabbed at the bridge of your nose. This was all getting chaotic and you did not like that fact at all.

You’ve always lead a quite composed life. Yes your work was complicated and very intense at times but outside of that you lead a peaceful life up until now. Up until you got dragged into this fucking mess by your best friend. Up until you found out your fiancé was a liar and cheater. Up until you screwed Agust-D, or should you say - it was more like he screwed you.

Walking into the hot shower you tried to get rid of all those invasive thoughts. Your brain kept playing scenes of the black eyed gangsters lips attacking all of your skin, all of those sensitive parts, all the places that mattered. Your hands wiped down your face as if trying to toss off all the images together with the water droplets. This was not going to be an easy task. Sleeping with the long haired brunette just made your already complicated situation even more messed up.

Once you were wiping your body off with the soft towel you let out yet again another frustrated sigh. Knowing you had to get out of the bathroom and face Hoseok angered you. All you wanted to do was punch him in the face and break his perfect little nose. The vision of having to keep this relationship going for the greater good and to put his ass behind bars wasn’t in any way ideal for you. But it had to be done. You knew in the long run this was they only thing that would make up for all the heartache he put you threw.

You let your still wet hair drop on your shoulders. Wrapping yourself up in a comfortable bathrobe you walked out hesitantly. The smell of freshly made breakfast, deliciously tickled your nostrils. Well at least he was good for some things - you muttered soundlessly to yourself.

Stepping in the kitchen you saw the cheater himself hovering over some pans, while humming some tune. You used to love this view, you used to watch him quietly with a big smile on your face. These gestured used to matter. Now all they did was poke a deep hole in your heart. You could not help but feel as if dead inside towards the one you thought you’d end up spending your life with.

As if on queue Hoseok turned to you with a plated meal and a sweet smile on his face.

“Sit love” he said with a hum while placing the dish on the table. You felt you stomach clench while you braved yourself to put on the best fake loving face you could. “Thanks… hun…” you said a bit hesitantly, what he picked up right away.

Sighing loudly he looked at you with sad eyes and said “Hey… I know lately it has been rough… and I work a lot… and I don’t give you the attention you deserve. But that will change soon babe, I promise…” he whispered while leaning down to kiss your temple.

It took all of your impulse control not to push away from him. Forcing yourself to take the kiss you said quietly “Yea… it has been rough…”. After your words fell, he gave you a worried look. Knowing you well he decided not to continue this topic. Instead he gave you another peck and told you to eat up while he makes coffee.

Your eyes turned to the back of his head as he brewed the caffeinated liquid. You wished you could burn a hole in his skull, purely by your gaze. Giving up on that ridiculous thought, you focused on your food. You had to eat. You had work this afternoon. You didn’t want to feel weak and tired. Work was about the only thing that still made sense in your life. All the rest seemed to be going down in flames.

Once your fiancé put a cup in front of you, you gladly grabbed at it. Keeping yourself occupied and your mouth full was the best option to avoid senseless talk. You were only willing to answer what you had planned for the day. You really didn’t want to force the conversation. Thankfully Hobi seemed to think all the tension was coming from his lack of time and his hectic work schedule. Who were you to correct him? Even if you wanted you couldn’t. You had a deal with Jimin. The vision of the cheating bastard in front of you, being set behind bars was the only thing that kept you sane.

When you finished up your meal, you decided to do the dishes. You didn’t want to seem too upset. It was a usual with the two of you. When one cooked the other took care of the dishes. The brainless action made you zone out. The bubbles on your hand felt oddly relaxing. As you were about to calm down from all the anger your felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist.

You took in a sharp breath and get tense right away. It was something you could not control. It was just a natural reaction of your body to the touch of someone who you saw as a traitor. “Are you that displeased with me?” he asked, his lips almost touching your ear. Anxiety was attacking your nerve system mercilessly. You had to swallow the big ball that formed in your throat before you spoke “It just had been very awkward between us… that’s all…”.

Shaking his head slightly he kept on hugging you “I know baby… and I wanna fix it… you know what they say… good sex can cure many arguments…” hearing those words you felt your stomach flip. The last thing you were feeling up to was going to bed with this asshole. But did you have much choice? This was your thing. You guys used to use the act of desire take over you when in disputes. You didn’t want to raise red flags and have him suspicious of your behavior. There was so much at stake.

An idea popped in your head. You could use the fact he clearly wanted to sway you, please you. This was your way to get threw this. Turning around slowly you gave him a dark smile. Your brain automatically switching to imagine someone else was standing in front of you. “Is that so? You want to fix the situation?” you asked with a deeper voice and he nodded in agreement.

“Then get on your knees and please me. Since you didn’t have time to give me attention lately… today will be all about me…” you voice was sultry and tainted with a darkness you never let out yet. Hoseok was clearly taken aback for a second, completely not expecting such a thing from you. But you were right, he did want to sway your mood. So he smiled gently while dropping down slowly to his knees.

His long fingers grabbed at your shorts and pulled them down. You closed your eyes imagining it was those digits covered in rings doing this to you. At this moment you were great full for having a good imagination. You needed it to survive this, to take pleasure from it.

When you felt the hot breath hit your core, you bit down on your lip, visioning it was the dark haired mobster in front of you. The image of Agust-D on his knees made you soaked in seconds. “God you’re getting wet…” Jung gasped, his voice distracting you a bit, so you shushed him with a “Get to it then…”.

Once you felt his tongue on your clit you almost jumped. The next movements and sucking making you almost moan Yoongis name. He was right. You would be thinking of him… fuck you were already and this was the only thing making you enjoy the moment. It didn’t take you long to jump over the edge. Biting down on your tongue you made sure to not scream the name of another.

Luckily for you, your fiancé was so out of it all and happy with himself, he believed everything between you was ok for now. The fact he had to head out to work soon, was just the cherry on top of the cake. You on the other hand had time to get ready for the afternoon and think about how Yoongi read right threw you. His words from your last phone call echoed in your brain. Shaking your head you mumbled to yourself - Stop. This needs to stop. I am just gonna use what happened to imagine things, to survive around Hoseok as long as I need to.

The little pep talk was supposed to set you straight. You decided you would never give into temptation again. You’d never jump into the arms of a gangster. You couldn’t. He was bad news. Or maybe bad news was him. It was hard to decided which of the two was correct. But the fact was - this man was danger and it was best to stir clear of him. So that is what you planned on doing.

Work was going well for you even tho you didn’t get to have the shift with your friend. But maybe that was better. That way you could focus on the job and not risk falling into discussing the whole gang situation. Your phone was silent as well. No messages from you soon to be ex. No one to bother your. No one to disturb your flow.

You were telling lucky to have a couple of light surgeries scheduled. They were just basic procedures. You did not need to think too much about what you were doing. You were great full that you enjoyed your job. That it was left undisturbed. That it could be your anchor to sanity. You could lose yourself in it. Forget about all the other chaos. Just be present in the moment. Just focus on your hand work, on what needed to be done. Nothing else mattered then and there.

The wrecked mood from the morning switched to a content and relaxed on. The evening was nice. You decided you’d take a walk home. You lived not too far away. Some exercise would do you well. Taking out your phone you thought for a moment and texted Jungkook. You wanted to check if maybe he was out drinking in some of the bars close by. You’d gladly join him then.

While walking and awaiting and answer from your coworker, your turned into one of the allies to take a shortcut. It was still not that late and usually the are was safe. All seemed to be the same this time. That was until a black SUV appeared at the other end. Stopping in your tracks you felt the flight or fight mode sweep over your body.

Clenching your hands on the purse strap you were thinking on what to do. Once the doors of the car opened, you were ready to run. But suddenly the well known gravely voice hit the air.

“Didn’t your parents teach you allies tend to be dangerous?” he chuckled a bit at his own words clearly enjoying he gave you a scare.

Your feet became heavy. It was as if the got cemented to the ground. A shiver ran over your spine. Standing there you stared as the brunet slowly made his way to you. The heels of his elegant shoes clicking over the ground. The sound bounced off the bricked walls. It all seemed just like in the movies. The hunter walking over to his helpless prey.

As he came close he tossed the end of his cigaret to the grown and blew out the last smoke your way. You felt your knees becoming weak. This guys was something else. Everything about him was screaming danger, but somehow you couldn’t move, you couldn’t run, you just stood there, your eyes glued to him.

“I told you we’d meet again Y/N… and you owe me a morning…” clearing your throat you finally spoke “Do I? I don’t recall anything about spending the mornings with you in our agreement…” the words made him leans his head back and laugh. “What a mouth you have…” he spat out and grabbed your face with his hand. Pushing down on your cheeks. His black eyes piercing right threw your soul. “I have better use for it then starting up discussions…” his voice was low and coated with something you could not put your finger on. Was it desire?

The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the cold wall, his face inches from yours. As you were about to speak, he silenced you with his lips.

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[xoxosimp]

The Heart Wants What it Wants

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x female clubgirl!Reader

Synopsis: There’s a million reasons why you should give up your feelings for Biker!Steve, but your heart can't help itself. 

Warnings: fluff,angst,smut, Possessive!Steve, unprotected sex (stay safe yall) , penetrative sex, happy ending

A/N: I haven't written anything in two years, so forgive the poor characterization and mediocre writing. Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. Inspired by “ The heart wants what it wants” by Selena Gomez.

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“Steve  is not going to let you leave,” Wanda scoffed as she wipes the counter. 

“ Girl, your pussy is magic. Do you really think he’s gonna let you go?” Lucia stated matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs. “ Club girls come and go. Once I leave, five more girls are going to jump to take my place.”

Being a club girl to one of the biggest motorcycle clubs had its perks. You had a roof over your head , with zero bills to pay. You had a family that watched your back and the freedom to focus on university. In return, you would consensually sleep with the members of the Howling Commandos Motorcycle Club . The only rules were you were to only sleep with members of the MC and pick up some of the chores around the clubhouse.

You were a sweetbutt. Sweet mama. Croweater. Whatever nickname, to each their own. You were club property. 

Being the President’s,Steve Roger’s  favorite girl had its perks, as well. No one got away with disrespecting you,  which is unusual on its own considering you were no one’s old lady. But for the past year, you’ve exclusively slept with Steve . And cuddled with him. And go riding with him ( which is a privilege on its own, all bikers treat their motorcycles like a temple), and tell him every fear, hope, and dream you’ve ever had. 

If you wanted to leave, you would need to ask the president. You’ve been a club girl for almost two years now, and every single time they’ve asked to leave, Steve granted their request. 

“I can't stay with the club forever,” you say weakly, leaning your elbow on the counter Wanda just wiped. “ I plan on going to grad school out of state.”

“ You mean you don't want to stay with Steve, forever,” Lucia corrected beside you. “ I thought you liked being his favorite,” she asked sarcastically.

You were planning on taking a gap year since you were near the end of your undergrad career. You wanted to travel. Take a vacation. Finally relax , since it's been endless work since your freshman year and it will just be more work once you start grad school. 

You could travel all you want as a club girl. But no matter how far you could travel, your heart will always pull you to him.

But does he yearn for you?

“ I don't think my heart could take much more, guys.” 

“Oh my gosh, you love him,” Wanda stated.

What’s not to love? Steve was a kind, compassionate, and down to earth man. He would put his life down for anyone in the club without a second thought. Steve was sexy as sin, with huge arms and even more sculpted legs to match. He was a golden boy. He was amazing.

And so not yours.

“ There’s only so much my heart can take , Wan,” you took a deep breath to steady your voice. “ I knew what I was signing up for when I became a club girl but I didn't think it would give me this much heartache.”

“You’re an incurable romantic, Y/N. You feel too much,” Lucia stated simply. “ You don't even know if Steve feels the same way.”

Your heart plummeted. Wanda glared at Lucia. “ Don’t look at me like that,” Lucia defended herself, “ I’m capable of getting under someone without catching feelings.”

“ Anyways,” Wanda said curtly, “Luce, don't you have a paper or two to write?” 

She rolled her eyes but nonetheless hopped off the stool and slung her purse over her shoulder. “ I hate that you’re right. I will see you bitches later.” You and Wanda say your goodbyes. 

“ And my break is over, I have budget reports to look at,” Wanda sighed.

“Fun.”

“ Like a hole in the head,” Wanda remarked.

You collected your belongings but Wanda stopped you. “ How about asking him out on a date?”

“Steve?” 

“No, Natasha,” Wanda rolled her eyes, referencing Clint’s old lady.

“ Redheads are not my type.”

You and Wanda share a laugh. “ Ask him,” she urged, putting her hand on your shoulder “ The worst thing he can do is say no.”

Then you’ll have to mend your heart back together if he does. 

Gosh, you can't remember a time where you were so anxious about a guy. You weren't shy about sex, but you sure held back when it came to your feelings.

But a girl has got to try.

~~~~~~~~

You were pacing outside of his door. Gosh, you felt like a middle schooler going to ask out her crush. 

It was a simple “Do you want to get dinner together?”  Or “ Let’s have a picnic!” or-

“ Everything okay, pretty?” a deep voice snapped you out of your rehearsal. 

He was shirtless with droplets of water still very much on his abs. You could see his dick print through his gray sweatpants. Gosh, how were you supposed to ask him out when all you wanted to do was jump him?

“ I could hear you pacing through the door.” he grabbed your waist to bring you closer to him. He tickles your neck with his facial hair, your laughter is music to his ears.

“ I came to ask you something,” you said in between giggles. 

“Ask away, pretty,” he said ,starting to kiss your neck. 

This was your ideal situation. You didn't have to look in his eyes. But with every kiss to your neck your panties got wetter. 

Do it , you coward. 

You laced your fingers in his damp hair and forced him to look at you. “ Will you go out with me?”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. His mouth broke out in a smile. With how nervous you were , you couldn't tell if that was a happy smile or ‘i’m laughing at you smile’.

“What made you ask me, pretty?”

There were a billion reasons running through your head. A billion explanations. A billion confessions threatening to surface like word vomit. But there were a billion insecurities. A billion potential heartbreaks. 

“ I just thought it would be fun,” you said, massaging his scalp with your finger nails. 

You know he doesn't believe you, the detective twinkle in his eye says so. But he doesn't question you.

“ A date with you sounds perfect, pretty one. But I thought I was supposed to ask you out?” he says pinching your bum.

“ Well you were taking too long,” you tease. 

“ Well my apologies, I hate that I kept my best girl waiting. Where are we going?”

“ I was thinking about Ben's?” you suggested. Ben’s was the club’s favorite place to eat. It was frequent after church, or just on a random Saturday because they felt like it.

“ Oh no, our first date needs to be special,” he argued. “ And we go to Ben’s all the time.”

“ But their burgers are so good.”

He chuckles, “But you deserved wine and dined.”

You stand on your tippy toes and press a gentle kiss on his lips.”  Then we'll just have to go to Casa Rustica.” 

“Then I guess we will.” He cups your face and brings you towards his lips.A rush of warmth floods through you, melting away your lingering doubts.Time seemed to stand still when you kissed him. And with every nibble and bite , it made your core clench over nothing. Whenever you groaned into him, you sent vibrations through him, making his dick twitch.

You finally mustered the strength to pull away from his lips. “ How does tomorrow night sound? Five ? ”

“ Sounds perfect, pretty.”

~~~~~~~~

When he’s five minutes late , it’s because the red lights take forever to turn green. So you think.

When Steve is ten minutes late, it’s because he realized he had two different shoes on. So you think. 

When thirty minutes pass, your heart sinks with the realization you’ve been stood up. It isn't until you take your jewelry that your phone chimes with a text message.

I’m sorry that I’ve kept you waiting this long, but I can't make it tonight.

You couldn't tell if that was a “something came up” apology or a “ I forgot” excuse. 

It was like he threw a rock at your glass-paned heart. What did you expect from someone who got the milk for free and isn't interested in buying the cow? 

Your dynamic with him was a unique one of its own. Not a lot of club girls get turned into old lady’s . Not that you were expecting that, but you wanted to try with Steve. Have a relationship with him. Be his proper girlfriend.

Lucia always said you would bring yourself more heartache than you deserve. Guess she was right. 

~~~~~~~~

“You were right.” You slumped down next to Lucia at a table outside of your university’s student union. 

She put down her pencil and raised an eyebrow. “ I’m right about a lot of things, you need to be more specific.”

“ I took a risk and asked him out,  but he stood me up.”

Lucia’s face fell a little, “ Babe, I didn't want to be right,” she rubbed your back.

“ Why did I let myself think he was gonna sweep me off my feet and run off into the sunset together” you ask out loud. 

“ I don't think so ma’am,” she wagged her finger like a mother scolding her child, “ He’s the asshole who decided to ditch you. Did he say why?” 

You shook your head, “ I didn't ask”. She gave you a bitch are you kidding me look. “ No one can question the president, Luce. He’s given me protection and a roof over my head and-” 

“ I don't care if he was the president of the United States,” she said sharply, “You deserve an explanation.”  She opened her palm expectantly.

“No,no,no,” you started. Her eyes pierced your soul, demanding that you give up your phone. You tried to resist but ended up pulling your phone from your back pocket and handing it to her. 

She unlocked your phone and began typing. The goosebumps danced on your skin, hoping that she would say anything disrespectful to him. Lucia shows you the message she has yet to send. 

Hey, is everything alright? You ditched me with no notice last night

Granted, she could have typed out a message in a much more disrespectful tone with a plethora of profanities. 

You take the phone and press send. With every passing minute your palms grew sweaty, until your phone chimed and you opened his messages.

Club Business 

Those two words were every motorcycle club president’s favorite words. Two words that no one could question. Two words that answered but did not fulfill any question.

“ He hit me with the 'club business’ , " you told Lucia bitterly.  Which doesn't make sense considering that Bucky, his Vice President, and Sam, his secretary were both at the clubhouse last night. 

“Okay , screw him,” Lucia exclaimed with no care for the heads that turned. “You just need to get under someone new to get over him.”

“But I’m not-”

“Allowed to sleep with anyone outside the club. I know,” Lucia droned, repeating your usual explanation. “ I never mentioned anyone outside the club. You say it yourself, you’re a club girl, not his girl.”

The prospect of sleeping with someone else churned your stomach. You have slept with other members of the club. But he fucked the memory of anyone else touching you out of your system. 

“I don't think I would ever get with a biker. But Sam? He could get it every day of-”

“Okay, Luce, I get it,” you laugh a little. 

What do you get for falling in love with someone who never gave you a second thought unless you weren't in bed with him? 

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You were his. Every birthmark and scar. Every curve and crevice. Every perfection and imperfection. Every hope and dream you’ve ever had.

 You were his.

So then why was Thor’s hand on your thigh?

Steve knows canceling on your date thirty minutes after he was supposed to pick you up was less than gentlemanly. But he had a good reason for his absence, one he has yet to disclose. 

You haven't spoken to him in two days . Granted it’s only been two days, but it’s been two nights without you cuddled to his side in his bed..Two mornings where your hair was splayed all over the silk pillow cases he bought just for you. 

And instead of sitting on Steve’s lap like you always do at club parties, you found whatever Thor fucking Odinson was whispering in your ear was so fucking funny. 

It wasnt until Thor stood up and you fucking took his hand that he had seen enough. Steve released his clenched fist and stood up. His racing heart matched every quick thud his heavy boots made on the hardwood floor.

Your gaze flickered to him for a millisecond. Because you know you’re his,too.

~~~~~~~~

In hindsight, it was a good idea. 

You wore the shortest skirt in your closet and a shirt that made your boobs look fantastic. All club girls were expected to attend Friday night parties (which is short for every biker’s excuse to get drunk and get laid after the work week) with the half hearted intention to get under someone to get over Steve. 

You took a seat next to Thor, who was a part of the club but was one of Steve’s friends, and flirted with him like it was a 9 to 5 job. You sat next to him with the intention of letting him take you to bed, but your true intentions evaporated when you fell into genuine conversation with him. 

A genuine conversation with his hand resting on your thigh and him getting so close you can smell his cologne. Yup, super friendly. 

When you took his hand and offered to go to the kitchen for a drink, you saw him in the corner of your eye. Steve stood tall and proud, and he walked to you.

In hindsight, it was a good idea.

It was still a good idea; since Steve had your thighs pressed to chest, his huge dick stretched out your cunt, fucking you into his mattress. You mewled when he pressed an inch closer so your clit brushed against his pelvis. 

“That’s a good fucking girl, taking my cock,” Steve choked out. Your cunt clenched around him at his praise. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his dick kissed your cervix in the best way possible. It was a gift that never hurt, whether that was because you liked the way it felt or he knew your body so well he never hurt you. You dragged your nails down his chest so hard there was definitely going to be red marks. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted out, knowing his high was soon to crash. “ This pussy belongs to me.”

“ Steve, sososo- Fuck!” He thought it was cute whenever you got too cock drunk. Your tits bounces with every thrust inside your cunt. Your left eye was twitching, so he knew you were about to come. Your clit was swollen, just how he liked it.

It was all fucking perfect. You were fucking perfect. 

Steve pinched your nipple which elicited a whine from you. “ Tell me this pussy belongs to me or you can't come.”

You attempted to de-scramble your overstimulated brain with the proper response. “ I- fuck Stevie-”

Frustrated with your disobedience, Steve starts rubbing fast circles in your clit, making your cunt clench involuntarily. “ My pussy belongs to you!,” you moaned “ I need to cum please.”

“ Then cum for me, pretty.”

You released around him in a crescendo, with him following suit. You milked Steve’s cock for all its worth as he pumped your cunt full of his cum with three snaps of his hips. You and Steve laid in silence, allowing yourselves to just feel each other for a few more moments.   

He gently pulled out and got to work with cleaning you up. The way he wipes your messy cunt with a warm towel, how he kissed your thighs and praised you for taking him so good. 

It was all too sweet. But it hardened your resolve nonetheless. Wherever that resolve was.

Steve sat on his bed, downing a glass of his favorite bourbon. As you walked towards him from the bathroom, he appreciated the view of you in one of his Harley Davidson t-shirts.  You don't know if you look into his gorgeous blue eyes and tell your truth.

“Can I ? -”, you and Steve said simultaneously. You ushered for him to continue. He stood up from the bed and took your hand.“ You first, pretty.”

Tell him, you coward, you scolded yourself. “ What am I doing?” you thought out loud.

Steve furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. “ I have feelings for you,” you whispered. “ But it was wishful thinking we could be something more. But it- it wouldn't be real.”

“What do you mean it wouldn't be real?”

“ I’m a club whore, You’re the president,” you said plainly. “We wouldn't have a relationship, we don't have a relationship now! It’s ownership. I belong to the club-”

“ You’re mine,” Steve cut you off sharply.

“It’s the same thing Steve,” you replied solemnly. “ It’s one sided. You- You own me, you control me, I belong to you-”

“ You own me!”  he interrupted. “ You control me, I belong to you. If you want my heart, I'll rip it out of my chest and give it to you. You own every part of me.” Steve brings your hand to his heart so you can feel the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. “ All I can think about is you. All I see is you.”

“You don't mean that,” your eyes were bright with unshed tears.

“Have I ever lied to you, pretty?”

“ Then what were you doing the night we were supposed to go out? Got cold feet?”

Steve drops your hand and goes to his closet. He shuffles around and grabs something black. Steve holds it out for you to see: A black leather jacket in your size, with the back embroidered with the Howling Commandos insignia with the words Property of Rogers around the symbol.

“The tailor needed a second opinion on the size. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect,” he explained. 

“Is it for me?,” you asked.

“All yours, pretty. Try it on for me,” he commanded softly.

It was a snug fit. A perfect fit. “ What does this mean for us, Steve?”

He cups your cheeks, “ It means that you’re mine and I’m yours. You’re my old lady and I’m your man.”

“Club girl to old lady is kind of a big jump though,” you snided.

“ One day at a time, pretty. A day at a time.”

You closed the gap between you and Steve with a soft kiss. His lips molded perfectly against yours. Maybe it was all a dream and the cruel reality would wake you up. But it was no dream. Steve was real. He tasted like he was yours.

“ You’re mine,” Steve stated. 

“ I’m yours. Are you mine?”

“ With all my heart and song that belongs to you, pretty.”

A/N: I made a Scandal reference, iykyk

[amhrosina]

I'm With You (Always) - Frank Castle x Reader

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A/N: This one ended up being a tad shorter than most of my other fics, but I felt like it told the story I was trying to tell. I didn’t want to drag it out if it wasn’t necessary. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for requesting, nonnie! <3

Request: Omg your fics always HIT 🫶🏻💀 I feel like there’s a bunch of fics of Frank comforting the reader, but none really of the opposite. Could you do something like that? I mean mans been through the mf WRINGER

Summary: On the 5th anniversary of Maria’s death, Frank grapples with the guilt of loving someone else (i.e., you) for the first time since her death.

(Warnings: it’s angsty as hell (sorry not sorry), cursing, frank is way too hard on himself, frank castle needs a hug!, reader comforts frank, all im asking marvel is for them to make him happy!!!!!!, references to what happened to Maria and the kids) 

Frank knew he should call you. It was the least he could do, considering the shit you’ve put up with for the past ten months. He’d put you through hell, showing up on your doorstep at all hours of the night, bleeding and in serious need of medical attention. It was something you handled with grace, even though he was undeserving of your gentle nature.  

He was a moody, cut-throat bastard, and you both knew it. He was emotionally withdrawn, irritable, and had very little trust left in him to give. But you never minded, and he spent most of his time with you perplexed at your ability to forgive and forget so easily.  

His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he knew it was you calling without having to look. You had called him this morning, too, and left a short voice message about how you’d be free this evening, if he wanted to see you. The serene warmth in your voice had caused his chest to ache, an all too familiar feeling when it came to you.  

Of course, he wanted to see you. He always did, even when he was being the angry bastard version of himself that he hated so much. Your tone, so doubtful and hesitant, fueled a heavy rage in Frank’s heart, and he cursed himself for being the cause of it. He should fucking answer the phone.  

He watched as the screen faded to black. He hadn’t moved from his unrelaxed position on the floor, and he’d just ignored you, again. He shoved his face into his palms, running his fingers through his hair and tugging it in a motion fueled completely by anger. Anger wasn’t foreign to Frank – he'd had his fair share of things to be angry at – but this type of anger, the one caused completely by his own actions, was new to him.  

You didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve you, and he was actively fucking it up more as the night went on. Despair weighed heavy on his heart, and he wanted so badly to explain it to you – beg you for your forgiveness and apologize for being a broken man who still loved his wife, even years after her death. But the date on the calendar had paralyzed him, and he hadn’t moved from his hunched position in eight long hours. 

Five years. It had been five years since his family had been taken from him, and he was still just as broken as he was the day it happened. You knew, of course, that his family had been murdered in cold blood, right in front of him, but he’d never told you the details, and you never asked. You had no idea that today would push Frank beyond his boundaries, like it did every year, completely shutting down his ability to function. 

Frank used to let the rage consume him, let it burn through him until all he could see was red, but he had personally killed every fucker involved in the plot to murder his family, and once that rage had sputtered out, he was left with nothing but a massive, aching hole in his chest. 

This year felt a little different, if he really thought about it. The patch you’d begun mending in his heart was present, a gentle reminder that someone, somewhere cared for him deeply. But as hard as he tried to pick up the phone and call you, he couldn’t find it within himself to do it. Every time his thoughts drifted, and he ended up thinking about you, a pang of betrayal would wind its way through his chest until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Would Maria be okay with this? Would she like you? Would the kids? It all felt very surreal to Frank, so he did what every other jarhead had been trained to do and shut it all down until the numbness finally overpowered the ache.  

His phone flashed with a notification, and he glanced over, expecting it to be a text from you, angry and done with whatever this thing was between the two of you, but it wasn’t. Of course, it wasn’t. It was you, and your kindness would always win when pinned against your anger. It was a simple message, one that Frank couldn’t figure out how to feel about.  

‘I’m coming over, and I’m bringing you dinner. I won’t stay, unless you want me to.’ 

Clearly you were aware something was going on with him, and his heart ached at the thought of you worriedly walking through Hell’s Kitchen to come to his aid. He thought about leaving, going out and walking around until he was sure you wouldn’t be here when he got back. You shouldn’t see him like this, so beaten down by life that he could barely move. He could text you, tell you to turn around and go home. Maybe you’d be so put off by his rude behavior that you would turn around without a second thought. 

Frank didn’t do any of those things though. Maybe he needed a lot of things, or maybe he didn’t, he didn’t know, but more than anything, he knew he needed love, and he would be a fool to turn down what you were trying so hard to offer him. He slowly picked up his phone and typed out a short response. 

‘Okay.’ 

- 

You stared at the door for three long minutes before you finally reached forward and knocked. The adrenaline that had been coursing through your veins earlier had caused you to rush into this plan, and now you were second guessing the bold text you’d sent Frank. Was it too much? Too harsh for him on a day when he deserved the utmost softness?  

His rapid response had fueled your hurried haze, and you had picked up your already-brisk pace, only stopping to rethink your plan when you arrived on his doorstep. You could take the coward’s way out – leave the bag of takeout food on his front steps and bolt before he opened the door – but something about that felt inherently wrong. 

The squeal of the floorboards on the other side of the door sounded, a precaution Frank had purposely installed to make him aware of anybody entering his home, and you tightened your grip on the bag. You didn’t know which Frank would be on the other side of the door, but you were determined to at least give him something to eat. 

The door swung open, revealing an incredibly disheveled looking Frank. The red sting of his eyes was immediately noticeable, and your heart broke looking at him. You wanted to hug him, kiss him, anything to remind him that you loved him, but you didn’t know how he’d react to physical affection on a day like this. A day of mourning, of loss, of immense and immeasurable grief.  

He glanced down at the food in your hands, and you stiffened at the thought of him taking the food and shutting the door in your face. You had given him that option, but the last thing you wanted to do was abandon Frank on the rare occasion when he needed someone else to lean on.  

“Hi.” You mumbled, raising your hand in an awkward wave. “I brought you food.”  

“Hi. Thank you.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, and your heart broke just a little bit more hearing the sorrow in it. He opened the door wider. An invitation beckoning you to come inside.  

You stepped through the doorway, awkwardly shuffling your feet as Frank closed the door and deadbolted it behind you. No one said anything for a moment. You didn’t know how to comfort this level of grief, but you’d always been taught to make yourself present in a grieving person’s life, so you ignored the awkward silence and tried to act like this was a normal interaction between you and Frank.  

“Have you eaten?” You asked, lifting the bag of food for emphasis.  

Frank shook his head. You turned, setting off towards the kitchen to unload the food. You’d gone a little overboard, probably, but you didn’t know what type of food he would want, so you got a little bit of everything. When Frank saw the spread of cuisines you had laid out on the counter, his eyes widened.  

“Did you stop at every restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen?” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you quickly turned away, unsure if you should feel ashamed under his gaze.  

“It’s,” you paused, trying to figure out what to say, “comfort food. I just didn’t know which kind was your comfort.” You shrugged, looking over the array of food in front of you. 

He shifted beside you, and you suddenly became aware of his hand on the small of your back. He pressed a long kiss against your temple and grabbed the box of Thai food closest to him. His affection eased some of the tension in your shoulders, and you leaned against the counter with him as he dug into his food.  

“Should I... I mean do you want me to...” your question trailed off as you motioned towards the door. 

He glanced between the door and your hand, still hung in the air in an awkward pointing position, and shook his head.  

“Stay.” He murmured, and added, after a pause, “Please.” 

Frank Castle didn’t beg, but you could’ve sworn that it sounded like he was pleading with you. Stay. Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone with my demons. You nodded and began to put the extra food in his refrigerator as he devoured his meal.  

The silence between the two of you was no longer awkward, now that Frank had made it clear that he wanted you to be here. As you finished organizing the contents of his fridge, he moved across the kitchen, grasping your hand between his and fiddling with your fingers. 

“How did you know?” He asked, eyes cast downward where your hands met.  

“About today?” You leaned into his hold, pressing your knuckles against his hard abdomen. He nodded, the only response he could give you at the moment. 

“I had a funny feeling when I woke up this morning, and then I hadn’t heard from you all day, so when Karen asked me how you were holding up, I sort of put the pieces together myself. I’m sorry if I overstepped.” 

He shook his head, bringing the tips of your fingers to his lips.  

“I don’t know what to say.” He murmured against your fingertips. You reached forward, cupping his cheek with your free hand.  

“You don’t have to say anything, Frank. I’m with you no matter what, okay? Whatever that means for you.” 

He nodded and leaned into your palm, closing his eyes.  

“I will always love Maria.” He mumbled, tears threatening to spill behind his closed eyelids. “But I love you, too. And, after Maria, I didn’t know I was still capable of that until I met you. Is that enough for you? To share me with someone who’s de-,” He stumbled over the word, clearing his throat, “Who’s dead?”  

You’d never heard Frank speak so plainly about Maria before, and the ache cascading from him was a palpable feeling. You held back your tears as you pressed your other hand to his face.  

“Frank, she was your wife, and she was taken from you. Of course, you still love her. I wouldn’t expect anything different.” You pressed your forehead against his, fully leaning into his warmth. “You’re always enough.” 

Your final statement had Frank collapsing against you, pulling you into a tight hug. His body shook with sobs against yours, and you clung to him like you would a life raft in the middle of the ocean.  

“I love you.” His voice was a muffled whisper against your shoulder. You lightly ran your fingers along the nape of his neck. 

“I love you too, Frankie.”  

“Thank you for coming over, baby.” 

“I’ll always come for you, Frank.”  

It was a promise you knew you would never break, and you’d spend your life proving it to him if need be. Frank would always be hurting, even in the good moments, and you were determined to show him a love deeply enough to help remind him during those times that he was cared about and loved, flaws and all.  

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The long awaited

The highly anticipated 

The thing that’ll make you swoon 

I’m bout to make you leave y’all’s man’s 

✨William/Marie✨ headcanons 

(A.K.A my actual antidepressants

⚠️Warning it gets really sappy⚠️

: he does that thing when they’re sitting next to each other (usually at a table) he will gently rub his knuckles up and down her thigh 

: if the ground is wet or her feet hurt, he will pick her up without hesitation. This man is a 500+ year old vampire. she weighs nothing to him. 

: chivalry died. William turned it, and became his maker.  we’re talking opens the doors, hold her bag, offers his jacket if she’s cold or if it’s raining

:he sends her flowers very frequently. And make sure he sends them to her work or milo’s house  and not her house

: she will address him like  ”Will honey” or “William sweetheart” it makes the man’s heart skip a beat

: Milo said when he first learned that they were going out ”treat her like royalty Will ” and William responded fairly quickly with a ”don’t be ridiculous Mr. Greer……I will treat her like a goddess”

That comment is what won Milo over

: Marie is Handsy…..not like that you hoes. I mean, she’s very affectionate with her hands, like putting her arms around his neck, holding his face, putting her arms around his waist, linking their arms together. just overall very physically, affectionate.  and William melts into it every time. 

: William’s favorite thing to call her is his dove. Because she is the love and peace in his life. 

: Marie did not expect how ripped  this man is.  like she thought that the strength he had was invisible strength.  she was not expecting him to be jacked. 

: Marie is also fairly muscular (I mean she spent roughly 17 years chasing after a bunch of shifters and working double jobs what do you expect) so when she took her jacket off during solstice to help David with something man could not take his eyes off. Like Vincent was laughing at him because he could not stop staring. 

: lets her know how gorgeous he thinks every inch of her is (if I elaborate I might die)

:👏Queen Treatment👏

: One time  William had a meeting with Vincent later in the morning  and this particular morning, just happened to be the “morning after” a date night. And William did not realize that Marie had left a bright red kiss mark just above where his collar sits.  and of course Vincent being Vincent noticed it immediately but didn’t say anything until he got home to lovely. 

: another thing Marie loves to kiss this man. Just anywhere. anywhere and everywhere. red lipstick kiss marks all over his chest, shoulders, jaw,  this man is Well Loved. 💋

: One time he noticed that some of Marie’s clothes were a bit worn, and some things that she would wear have tiny holes in them. So he gave her a credit card and just told her to max it out. so she took Milo on a little mother son date, that she always wanted to do, and they went clothes shopping and got lunch 

: The first thing he noticed about her was her laugh. He heard it from across the room and did not stop until he found the person responsible for that laugh.  and once he found her.  just love.  instantly.  like it just hit him like a fucking freight train. 

: she has crows feet when she smiles……………..If it was possible for someone to die twice, William did it just then. 

: Milo had the upmost joy, helping his mother kick his father out of their apartment/house 

: William loves to give gifts to her (kind of to compensate for the fact that he can’t really be around during the day) and she was so upset at herself because she couldn’t give him gifts. And then he explained to her in very um…… passionate detail that her existence in his life is the greatest gift he could give her and anything that comes from her is a blessing to him

(if that makes sense)

(I feel like I’ve said this next one before. Forgive me if I did.  but even if I did, it bears repeating)

: 👏INSECURITY KISSES👏 if there is a single part on her body, rather that be stretch marks, scars, bumps, bruises, ANYTHING. He will kiss it as if it was a priceless diamond.

And that’s all you’re getting (for now 😉) hope you enjoyed feel free to re-blog and add more  Love y’all 💋

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How would Rhaenyra react after finding out she caused her daughters miscarriage? Would she blame herself? I wonder if she’s to proud and stubborn to acknowledge how badly she fucked up. I feel like her other children would blame her for putting their sister through that especially Jace he seems to have a protective streak. Would the relationship between mother and daughter be ruined forever? It’s not easy to lose a child, that would be a difficult thing to forgive.

What do you think?

Hi Itess!! I love seeing everyone ask about this little series! Hope you enjoy my ideas and thoughts <3

aegon ii targaryen x niece! wife! reader

pretty much the ask

word count: 493 words reading time: about 2 minutes warnings: mention of miscarriage

part 1 || part 2 || ending 1 || ending 2 || ending 3 || ending 4 || headcanon 1 ||

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Rhaenyra would not know what to do when the whispers of her causing your miscarriage reach her

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊At first she does not believe it, she refuses to believe it. But as she thinks about the hours leading up to the miscarriage she starts to believe it.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊But the woman was stubborn, there was no way she could be the cause. Some yelling and arguments could not cause such a devasting thing.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊There must be another reason. Perhaps you were ill? Or given some moon tea by one of the crown's many enemies? Perhaps you were simply not born to bear children

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Yet, her Children begin to shun her. Her views change once more.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Jacaerys and Lucerys both shun their mother for what has happened to their sister. They know deep down it was not their mother's intent for it to happen but it does not stop the anger they feel.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Jacaerys would be much harsher than his younger brother. You were his little sister, he was tasked to protect you. Yet he failed to. He was not even there to support you, only hearing about the death of your child through whispers and the words of maids.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊He could not look at his mother the same. She was a king=slayer in his eyes. Killing not only her grandchild but putting in danger her own daughter.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Jacaerys's words to his mother would be harsher and laced with venom. it was clear he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Though he may come around, she is his mother after all. but their relationship would never be the same.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Lucerys's does not have the heart to be harsh like his brother. But would feed off his brother's anger, allowing it to fuel him to shun his mother. He looked up to you, you were his older sister and you had been harmed because of Rhaenyra's stubbornness.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Once again, their relationship would be changed. he would no longer look at her with rose-tinted glasses. Instead, seeing her ugliness.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊The relationship with your mother would be unrepairable. You had lost your child because of her. Nothing she does will have to fill the hole in your heart left by your child.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Rhaenyra may try her best to talk to you about this, try to make you see it is not her fault. But you would not budge, refusing to look at her let alone talk to her.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Nothing the woman could do to stop you from blaming her. Your anger spills over as you yell and scream out all your frustrations. Saying things that you could not take back.

𓍊𓋼𓍊┊Perhaps after that, there could be some forgiving. Only after you allow all your pent-up feelings to be dumped on Rhaenyra. But it may not still be enough.