#and I know that immediately after this dick calls him out for this being bullshit

[tbcanary]

i am literally always thinking about this

[gay-dorito-dust]

How high on the clingy/protective scale these boys are …

Dick: a solid 8.5/10.

A very clingy bean.

Dick would be attached to your hip 24/7 if he could but he couldn’t answer that makes him sad.

In the wise words of @obsessedwithromance on one of my recent posts; ‘if Dick was a dog, he’d be a husky.’

And he’d make a very vocal husky at that with how often he whines and whinges whenever you tried to move from his grasp, acting as though every attempt in removing yourself from his arms were an attack against his character. So he will take personal offence to you wanting to leave him out in the cold and desolate place that was your bedroom. 💀

‘Stop trying to get out of my arms.’ He moans, tightening his hold on you as he buried his head into your neck, locking legs with you for extra measure. ‘Dick, I love you but you’re being too clingy for me right now.’ You reply and had just noticed the error of your ways almost immediately and were about to explain yourself but it was already too late, for you had set Dick the human husky off.

‘Me? Clingy? I thought you liked it when I was clingy? Why the sudden change? What did I do wrong? Why don’t you love me?’ Dick began his tirade and you could only lay there and let him talk your ear off -and loudly might I add- about how you apparently didn’t love him enough, which was a bunch of bullshit, but dick was too in his feelings to listen to reason. You’ll have to kiss him to shut him up, there’s no other option.

So once he’s settled down, he’ll go back to cuddling against your back,smiling dopily while you could only congratulate for a job well done at defusing the situation form getting any worse. You love your dramatic human husky and you wouldn’t change anything for anyone.

Jason: 7.5/10 or a 8/10.

The only time you’re seeing this man be clingy as all hell if he’s in a particular mood and want your affection, which might as well be all the time with this man, or after a not so great nightmare.

He would wake up in a cold sweat and immediately look for you and hold you against his chest as though you were his personal teddy bear, only just until his breathing evens out and not so tense in the muscles. Until then he holds onto you tightly and familiarises himself with you in anyway that he could, whether that be counting your eyelashes, noting the different shades that make up your eyes and much more.

At least just enough to help him gain some sense of self and awareness that he was safe and sound from all harm.

Like Jaime, Jason would watch over you like a hawk as Red Hood without a shadow of a doubt, and Jason has his reasons to do so as he knows the type of people who litter the streets of Gotham at night like the back of his hand. He doesn’t want to subject you to that sort of life of constant fear of having to look over your shoulder in hopes that there wasn’t someone following you home.

For in his minds eye, he’s your sole protector and the one thing that stands between the scumbags of the street and you. Jason doesn’t take this position he’s given himself lightly, it’s unlike him to anyway, as your safety is his top priority and he’d do anything to obtain it; whether they way it’s obtained was morally questionable or not, he doesn’t care for as long as your safe, he’ll live to learn with having permanent blood on his hands.

Damian: 5/10 on a good day. 2/10 in general.

He’s not an overly clingy person. Protective? yes. Clingy? No. It’s just not in just nature and he can be very awkward going about it too.

Damian knows he doesn’t have to constantly survey you 24/7, he has more faith in you and your abilities then most. He knows that you won’t call upon him if at all when faced with a situation that you could easily resolve yourself.

However if you were to get hurt on his watch or otherwise, that’s when he gets slightly clingy and will attempt to be within any space with you possible. Damian shows care in a completely different way than most and will more or less act like a guard dog when it came to you.

This little dude will point his sword at anyone that comes into close contact with you while glaring at them, meanwhile you’re having to push the blade of his sword down and away from the poor victim, only for Damian to raise his sword back towards their throat once more.

‘Pack it in.’ You’d hiss.

‘No. You’re practically useless when hurt, so let me deal with this one.’ Damian said.

You purposely ignored the fact that he had just called you useless and instead pushed the blade of his sword down until it was pointing at the floor again. ‘He’s not even a threat, just a regular citizen. So you can stop it with the fear attics now.’ You told him in a hushed tone. Damian meets your eyes with a glare of his own. ‘How you can be certain he’s a harmless civilian? What if he’s a low life thug of an underground drug syndicate on the rise? You can’t allow yourself to trust every face you meet.’ He replies, not one to back down for anyone, not even you.

You sigh as you rubbed the sides of your head. ‘Well at least try not to cause more issue for your dad. I swear between you, Jason, Tim and Dick I don’t know who gives him the most grey hairs.’

Jaime: runner up for Dick’s crown with also a 8.5/10

He’s clingy in a sense that he fears of loosing you constantly.

Khaji-Da doesn’t make the situation any better as it only encourages Jaime’s Innate clinginess tenfold, and now Jaime can’t go a couple of minutes without offering to join you on wherever your going.

He just cares about you very deeply and wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he’d ever lost you despite having the ability to stop any harm from coming your way. So needless to say that you spend most of your time with him and his family is a severe understatement.

It’s not as though he doesn’t trust you, he wholeheartedly does, but that trust doesn’t extend to potential outside threats. Hell, he would even go as far as to watch over you as Blue Beatle, much to the behest of literally everyone that isn’t Khaji-Da because the scarab is just as clingy over you in a sense that you were Jaime’s mate and there for should be within close proximity to him at all times.

It’s endearing but I think it’s about time you told Kahji-Da to cool it on the whole threatening people you talked to with plans to eliminate them…

[niefics]

“JUST FRIENDS” — P.SH X FEM!Y/N

Sypnosis : Y/n L/n struggles to keep her friendship with her closest friend Sunghoon normal, however they struggle horribly, fighting their urges for him in more ways then one. PART 2 !

Warnings : Possibly cringey jokes, cursing, pet names, smut, not proofread, sloppy (?) blowjob

Wc : 2021

— I wake up immediately, startled by the sudden noise. I hear constant banging coming from my apartment door, I got up walking into the living room to my front door. I stepped on my tippy toes looking up into the peephole to see my bestfriend, park sunghoon. I open the door tiredly to see him, giving me a bright smile, weird for this hour. “Why are you at 12am?” I asked in a tired tone, rubbing my eye.

“Because, I wanted to see you that’s all.” He spoke, I knew for a fact there was a reason he’d come over so unexpected. “Jake has a girl over doesn’t he ?” He nodded quickly, i moved to the side letting him in as he takes his shoes off and going to my couch sitting on it. “Y/n, it’s so loud I wanted to break down.” He whined to me. I rolled my eyes knowing he wouldn’t have a care in a world if it was him getting laid. “Her moans aren’t even hot so it’s wor-.” The actual fuck

My face contorted in a way it showed my disgust. “Why, did I have to know ?” I asked, he laughed. “I mean trust me if you were there you’d understand, she sounds like a donkey.” Alright that one was kinda funny but he doesn’t need to know. “A donkey is crazy, truly.” I spoke finally sitting on the couch beside him crossing my legs. “No, but I really did miss you.” He spoke in a more serious tone. I lift my eyebrow crossing my arms.

“You saw me earlier ?” “So, and I can tell you missed me too look at you in my hoodie.” I scoffed, I can’t deny I like him not enough for it to be obvious in my opinion. A simple smile whenever I see him is the most he’ll see. “Okay? It’s comfortable and the perfect size.” Sunghoon looked at me, with a look on his face. “You know what else is the perfect size.”

“I will send you home to hear Jake bend some girl over don’t start with the dick size bullshit.” Honestly, I’ve heard those same jokes since middle school, and the fact we both decided to go to the same university was worse. I was kind of glad to see him here and there, I mean he is my bestfriend after all. “Y/n,” he dragged my name out like he always does when he’s about to ask me something like a child. “Can we make food and watch a movie ?” I got up, going into my kitchen pulling out a pot filling it with water. I pulled out his favorite ramen pouring it into the water with the seasoning.

The food was getting closer to being done when I felt his figure above me grabbing extra things from above me like bowls for our food. He pulled them down with one hand his hand staying in my waist as he grabbed one more thing from the cabinet. I look down and saw his conventionally veiny hand on my waist whilst I was also wearing his hoodie still. I took a deep breath worrying more about our food and less about the fact his head is right beside mine .. wait.

“Y/nnie, how the food going ?” He asked, closed to my ear. His warm breath cm away from my ear. “.. Almost.” I spoke trying to make it not obvious it was doing something to me. “Okay, I’ll be waiting, call me when you’re done.” He suddenly kissed my cheek, I turned my head back to see him, I looked up at him. “What’s wrong sweets?” He asked calmly. “What’s up with you and this sudden affection ?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders, walking away soon after.

Finally the foods finished, I make out plates. Sunghoon comes in to check on me seeing that the food is done he come sun and decides to take over. “Hmm, let me take these you can carry the waters.” He spoke walking into the living room with our food in hands. “Why are you acting so .. affectionate.” I questioned. “I can’t be nice ?” He spoke. “What? No! No.. you’re just acting different.” I spoke watching him stand in place turning toward me. “What are you talking about ? I don’t think I’m acting weird.” I nodded slowly. “Yes you are. You’ve been more, how can I say this.” I spoke. “Clingy .. you know ?” I said after collecting my words. He looks at me confused yet trying to understand what I was talking about. “Hey let’s eat before the food gets cold.” He spoke, sitting the food down on my coffee table. I roll my eyes and frustration.

— As he watched our favorite movie that we occasionally watched together while eating, I occasionally glanced at him wondering what was going on for him to do that. I was trying so hard to understand. I finished my food, placing it in the coffee table and grabbing my water bottle opening it and as soon as I opened it to drink from the bottle, I feel my things get cold causing me to curse under my breath. “Fuck.” I got up quickly to go change tops and to wipe my wet thighs down. “Y/n?” He spoke watching me get up so abruptly, getting up soon after me to follow me into my room. I didn’t notice, as I thought he was still engulfed by the comedy movie.

“Fuck.” He spoke realizing what I was doing by the time I was searching through my closet for a top to wear.. nothing on my chest since I was just at home. “Shit!” I spoke in a whisper realizing he was there, he wasn’t there for long covering his eyes after seeing a glimpse of my bare chest. My nipples were surprisingly hard and very noticeable in his small glimpse. “Im.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” He spoke walking into the nearest room which was the bathroom.

The moment replayed in his head like a catchy song making it hard for him to think about anything else but the boner growing in his grey sweats. He didn’t expect something as a bare chest to get him hard, he didn’t know wether it was because of how close he was to her early being a factor or the innocent look I gave him unintentionally.

I quickly changed to a big tshirt, running to my bathroom to knock on the door. “Did you see anything ?” I asked, to be fair i would be to embarrassed to face him weather or not it was a yes or no. “N.. no.” He spoke, slowly starting to panic trying to find a way to quickly conceal his aching boner. He pulled down his sweater which was conveniently dark, hopefully it was hard to notice. He opened to the door to see. “Don’t worry .. I didn’t see anything anyways. Let’s finish the movie.” He spoke, as we walked back into my living room. He knew one way or another he’d half to find a way to calm himself down. Taking the blanket covering himself.

I took a bit of the blanket to cover myself and to keep warm, I feel him snatch the blanket a little in fear of me noticing his still aching boner. “What are you doing ?” I questioned trying to act like he didn’t see me half naked. “I’m cold that’s all.” He spoke, i questioned why he would be cold when he is covered head to toe, i on the other hand would be the one cold in the situation. “Sunghoon.. you have a thick ass hoodie on.” I spoke, he yanked the blanket once again. “So ? It’s still a bit chilly in here.” Sunghoon is acting way to strange for me genuinely.

“I’m not about to playing tugle war with you.” I spoke pulling the blanket back and seeing that there’s enough space for both of us. “Stop snatching the blanket, you have some.” I spoke, taking my eyes back to the movie while sunghoon struggled to keep his mind off the sight he saw earlier. The movie seemed like it was gonna play forever, he sighed his mind and body becoming impatient. “Y/n..” he spoke looking at me. I turned to look at him, humming to his call of my name. “Can you help me with something?” He asked softly looking at me in the eyes, i hummed. “With what?” I asked, feeling my hand get grabbed by his pulling me a little closer to him as he guided my hand to his boner, surprising me.

I was startled snatching my hand back, I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t that. “I tried to hide the fact I did see you topless for half a second, but the thought is eating me alive .. please help me fix it?” He spoke with pleading eyes making think about it extra hard. He moved the blanket showing me his boner, the tv reflection hitting it. I looked at him, debating if I should let him hit or something faster, a blow job. I mean I might be a little rusty but it’ll help with his problem for the most part.

I never really expected our friendship to come like this, me helping him with a blowjob. I mean yes I kinda like him, but never expected this to ever happen.

— I sighed, slowly rubbing his hard on. He relaxed trying to calm his nerves down. My nervousness skyrocketed, looking at him, giving him a signal to pull his sweats and boxers down. I am truly glad I didn’t let him fuck because the fear that came on my face when I saw how big it was. It was bigger then I’ve ever had and a little longer too. I started rubbing his shaft as I saw precum seep out of his slit as I started to collect my saliva. I lowered myself down closer to his shaft slowly spitting on it, pulling back up and rubbing it just as before.

I rubbed my thumb over his slit, as i tried to calm my nerves down before putting my mouth on his member. He realized I was a bit nervous, rubbing my back ultimately calming me a little. I sighed finally putting my mouth on his shaft causing him to gasp. I went up and down slowly molding my mouth to fit around him almost perfectly. He started breathing faster, grabbing my hair and helping me go down a little more till I started gagging. There was still space left before I hit the base of his shaft, I placed my hand around it to pump it as i bobbed my head.

Low groans, cursing and wet gag noises could be heard, the movie long over. “Ah .. fuck!” He groaned as I struggled to breathe, tears falling down my face while my hands were no longer on his shaft after I was finally able to take it all like a “good girl.” As he put it.

His thighs were a bit messy with slobber. He didn’t care whatsoever, enjoying the sight of using me to get off. “I’m so cl.. o.. se.” He whined unintentionally thrusting into my mouth while still holding my hair. “G..onna le..t me use that cunny too?” By now I could tell he was lost gone, nothing but the thought of cumming in my mouth was his main and only thought. But I couldn’t deny the thought of him fucking me made me wet and needy.

His hips stuttered as he held my mouth as he came shortly after he let me breathe moments before. I tried my best to swallow all of hit, some seeping onto my lips. I bobbed my head a little so he could ride out his high, his hand letting go of my now messy hair. I sit up whipping and kicking the rest of the cum off my thumb.

He patted his lap, wanting me to sit on it. “Come here.” He demanded.

[decreare]

Bleiss and Weiss meet Rusted Knight in the ever after and proceed to act like siblings

Weiss was immediately smitten by Jaune's more mature look, meanwhile, Bleiss could only feel a part of herself die as she looked into his aged eyes. But still, her heart was racing as he looked at them with confusion. A bit after... Bleiss: Oh Now you like him!?!?! Weiss: Whatever do you mean half-sister of mine? Bleiss: BullSHIT you don't know what I'm talking about! Only now you want to jump on Darling's dick! What is it? He makes your Daddy Issues flare up or something!? Weiss: ... Bleiss: Oh wow, little Weissy will give out for anyone with some dirt on their face and over 30! Weiss: And why do you seem to be attracted to him so much? Bleiss: ... Um ... well... he's nice? Weiss: And YOU sister mine will feel weak in the knees if a man offers you a honest to goodness SMILE like some virgin Bleiss: Hey YOU'RE the virgin here! Weiss: If I didn't know your sorid history I would of said otherwise! Bleiss: YOU JUST WANT TO FUCK HIM BECAUSE OF YOUR DADDY ISSUES Weiss: and YOUR "daddy issues" make you want to be held tight and be called a good girl! Bleiss: ... Weiss: ... Bleiss: Wanna help me screw him tonight in that little shack of his? Weiss: Oh gods yes! Now in said shack at night... Weiss: *gurgles into a pillow*

Bleiss: See that Darling! If you were a bit rougher with Princess over here she would have been wrapped around your thick fingers~ Weiss: HE'S SO FUCKING BIG Bleiss: *Snort* you virgin~ Wanna tap out with me already? Weiss: N-no! After Jaune was done with making Weiss into a sore creampuff he made sure to shift his attention to Bleiss next Jaune: um... thanks for all of this Bleiss, didn't think you would still be interested after all this time Bleiss: DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT now fuck me like you did Weiss! Unlike her I can take a poundin'! Unbeknownst to the both of them Weiss still had some feeling in her legs, crawling herself closer as Jaune started slow with Bleiss Bleiss: H-hey! I said you can go F-faster! Weiss: *Wraps her arms around her recolor* Don't listen to her Jaune~ She LOOVES being treated like a princess! Bleiss: SHUT UP WEISS and don't listen to her! The only thing Bleiss got form her protests were kisses all over her face and shoulders by the two and Jaune's gentle thrusting becoming heavier Bleiss: *Tears in her eyes* FUCK, Darling! I'm getting close cum in me! And Jaune did just that, making sure to kiss her deeply while he filled her womb. Bleiss ended up being held tight by Jaune while she laid on top of his chest, Weiss snuggling with one of his arms.

Bleiss: *hisses* Never tell him anything ever again and thank you, he's still him Weiss: I don't care~... at least we can share him~ Bleiss:... Fuck you Weiss Weiss: And I love you too Nacht The Sleeping Jaune made sure to wrap the arm Weiss was snuggling around her body, making sure both Schnees were warm as they blushed Both: And I love you too Jaune Their last words before they slept

[princessamericachavez]

Even before the episode, while rewatching old seasons, I was just struck by how big an impact Buck’s had on Eddie’s life. 

Like, please, picture this: 

You are Eddie Diaz, ok? An army vet who quite literally just went through an extremely traumatic experience, immediately got left by your wife and in a desperate move to find happiness for you and your son you move across the country to start a new life. 

You are the new guy at work and this man about your age really has it out for you. That’s fine by you. You’ve put up with enough bullshit in the army, you are just here to do your work, it’s harder than that to get under your skin. Plus, this guy seems okay, aside from all the dick measuring, and you’re sure he’ll tire himself out if you just don’t play along. Then, oh surprise, after a single shift you give the guy one compliment and he folds completely, before you know it he’s decided you two are friends. Fine, good. You miss the army’s camaraderie. This will probably be just like that. 

Few weeks in, Christopher comes up. You hesitate because you don’t like talking about your kid with strangers, but you are worried about him being out there alone during the earthquake and there’s really no way to avoid the subject forever. You’re already dreading the pity looks from people who don’t understand this kid is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Instead, you get a wide smile, “he’s super adorable, I love kids”. In retrospect, you should’ve expected it. What you don’t expect is the way Buck spends the entirety of the shift reassuring you that Chris is alright, even when you’re pretty sure you’ve done nothing to betray your worry (you know better than to panic, it does nothing to help), but Buck seems to notice anyway and keeps sprouting curiosities to reassure you. He even drives you across the torn up town at a reckless speed to make sure you can reach your son as soon as possible. 

Few weeks later, abuela has an accident. Buck drives you to the hospital, even though you could’ve taken a cab to the firehouse to pick up your truck, and goes all the way in with you. He’s a good friend like that. Turns out, he’s a very good friend, because he catches you by surprise calling ahead to let the Cap know you need help with Chris and arranges a whole day of him hanging out with the 118. You didn’t ask for it, and he doesn’t expect so much as a ‘thank you’. 

Next night, he makes a big deal of introducing you to a woman and you are already dreading, once again, the reveal moment when you have to explain that thank you very much but you are still married and really your only priority right now is your son and- wait, that woman is the perfect caretaker that might or might not be the solution you’ve been desperately searching for to get your and your son’s life together.

This guy you just met a few weeks ago has given you friendship, reassurance, company, thoughtful help without you ever asking (you’ve never been good at asking for it) and he’s just sitting there smiling proudly while he helps you possibly assure your kids future.

All of this... it happens in the first FOUR episodes of s2 after Eddie is introduced. No wonder he’s in love ride or die for Buck. Who wouldn’t be?

In a year, they are inseparable. In two years, Eddie makes him Christopher’s legal guardian in case he dies. In three, Buck saves his life. In four they are basically a family and the person Christopher goes to in a panic. Five years in, Buck is in a coma and Eddie Diaz cannot even look at him, cannot picture a world where he’s dead, cannot envision his life without him. 

[haveihitanerve]

"He didn't kill joker!" Jason threw in his face. "B never avenged me! he never loved me! He. Didn't. Kill. Joker." Dick was quiet for so long Jason thought maybe he'd actually succeeded in shutting him, when he spoke, voice quieter than it had ever been. "He almost did."

The words took a second to register. "bullshit!" Jason spat when he had finally regained his tongue. Dick remained cool, staring out of the window. "He almost did." He repeated, as if those words weren't currently rattling around in Jason's brain. "When- when Joker killed you." Dick cut off, staring at the floor. "He went crazy." he whispered. "I- i was visiting because I knew it had- destroyed him. But I didn't realize how bad it was until-" Dick bit his lip. "until I got the call. It was Alfred. He was-" Dick took a shuddering breath and Jason braced himself. "He was stuttering and shaking and ordered me to get to Bruce's tracker immediately and I-" Dick shook his head. Jason had to admire his older brother for speaking so clearly. If he was reliving a moment in his life when he had witnessed Alfred, fucking Alfred, shake and stumble over his words, he would have been much less composed. "I didn't question it. I didn't even put on my suit. I just sprinted to where Bruce was. I thought-" Dick reached up a hand to his eyes and Jason realized with a jolt that he was crying. "I thought he had killed himself." Dick whispered. "i thought he had finally grown tired of it- of living without you, of fighting with me, of not being able to hold a child in his arms anymore without blood being involved." He shook his head, still staring at the floor.

"And I hated him. I hated him for leaving me, for leaving Alfred, for not having the backbone to stay and figure things out and heal- to not stay and try with me anymore. I hated- I hated that he had given up." Dick's hands were trembling, and he curled them into fists to hide it. "I hated that after everything we had gone through together, after all the life you and I had brought into his life, after all the times he had grilled it into me to just get back up- that he had just given up. Given up on life and- given up on me." The words grew so quiet Jason had to strain to hear them. And then he wished he hadn't. Dick shook himself, getting back on track. "So anyway, I raced over and... he wasn't dead. But he was just- sitting there. His legs over the edge of the building and I- I didn't understand why Alfred had sounded so scared. Why he had begged me to run." Jason had the horrible realization that he didn't want to know how this story ended. But he let Dick continue. "Until I got closer." Jason tried not to vomit. "He was- drenched in blood. It was as though he had been in a dunk tank over blood instead of water. And Joker had been the ball." Jason pressed a fist to his mouth. Dick still wasn't looking at him. "I-I didn't know what to do. So I just- sat down. Leaned against him." Dick took a shuddering breath and Jason placed his feet wide, bracing himself. "And then he started to talk." Dick whispered, a tremor in his voice. "He told me about what he'd done, and he spared no detail." Jason couldn't breathe. Something like anger, but worse, was choking his throat. "And when it was all over- when he had told me the last of the description, he turned and looked me dead in the eyes and told me, "he killed my son. if he, or anyone else, ever touches one of my children again- I will do far worse than what I did to him."" Jason sprinted to the bathroom and painted the toilet with his insides. When he returned, pale and shaky, Dick was still standing where he had been. Calm, cool, collected. "He almost did." Dick repeated once more, still not looking at Jason. Finally, he turned, making eye contact. "But you have to understand, for Dad? Killing him is too small of a punishment."

[wannab-urs]

The King Has Lost His Crown

Pairing: ex!Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: Dieter shows up on your doorstep

Tags: dieter being a pathetic loser, drug mention, angst WC: 703

A/N: This is my entry for @freelancearsonist's ABBA Drabble Challenge. I could have gone smutty with this, but I went angsty instead. I may still write the smut version later idk.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You sit down on your couch with a glass of wine, settling in for a nice evening of watching mindless TV. Your phone starts buzzing – Dieter Bravo is calling you. You’ve removed his contact, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to block the number you know by heart. You hit the red Fuck You button and toss your phone to the side. 

Throughout an entire episode of some shitty reality show, your phone lights up with texts. You finally pick it up to read them:

Please answer the phone

Its Dieter 

I miss u

Can u call me pls?

Baby

Baby

Baby

Baby ]:

Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck off, your doorbell rings. You check the ring camera and see that he’s standing on your fucking porch. You hope LA suddenly has a cold snap and he freezes to death out there. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. But he could stand to lose a toe or two. 

He rings the doorbell again – starts just continuously pressing the button until the sound drives you so crazy you have to open the door. And he’s standing there looking like an abandoned puppy in his brown fuzzy coat and a pair of basketball shorts that are too long. You used to find his disheveled appearance endearing, but now it just adds to how pathetic he seems. 

“You have 10 seconds to explain where you found the audacity to show up at my house, Bravo.”

He winces at your icy tone, brow furrowing over those pretty brown eyes. He tugs a few strands of his hair, making it stick up even more.

“Baby, just let me in and I’ll explain everything.”

“No. Explain here.”

Dieter sighs, world weary, long and drawn out. You go to close the door on him, but he shoves a croc covered foot into the crack before you can get it closed. 

“Wait!”

You open the door enough to see him, but not enough to let him push his way inside the house. 

“What happened with your new girl, Dieter?” 

“She wasn’t you.”

For a second you almost believe him. Almost. But liars never change. 

“Don’t give me that bullshit. What actually happened?”

“What do you think happened?” He mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“I think you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, as usual, and she got fed up.” 

“Yeah? Well. Maybe you’re right,” his tone shifts to something like shame, his face turning red. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh absolutely not. You really think you can show up here after getting dumped for cheating on the girl you cheated on me with? Do you think I’m stupid?” 

“No,” his brow furrows even deeper. “Of course not. I just thought–”

“It must be so hard for you. All the drugs and pretty people you could ever desire and all you ever do is fuck it up. You’re a disaster. A fucking disgrace. I bet your mamá is real fuckin proud of you. Get out of my face, Dieter. Get off my porch. Go fuck someone else’s life up.”

You slam the door in his face and start crying immediately. The tears come faster than you can wipe them from your face, leaving tracks down your cheeks. 

You loved him, you really did. Maybe you still do. But you can’t put yourself through that bullshit again.  

–-

Dieter slumps down on the doorstep, not quite ready to accept defeat. He thinks you’ll come out soon, offer him a cup of tea and a snack, maybe cuddle with him on the couch. 

His life is a mess, but the one good thing he’s ever had was you. He lost you and it was completely his fault. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over you. He needs to win you back, prove he can be a good person, a good partner. 

He leans back against the door, prepping for an uncomfortable night – sober and stuck outside. He falls asleep eventually and wakes with the sunrise. You never came out to get him. Didn’t even offer him a blanket. You are well and truly done with him, and he only has himself to blame.

[digitaldollyzz]

lee jeonghyeon smut🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Warning ⚠️ : roommates fucking, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, M4F, pet names(princess,doll), size difference, filth, make out session, rough sex, strongM, kind of pervert leejeon, lmk if i forgot anything else!!

Masterlist

Part 2

It’s a regular day. Sitting at home just as usual, scrolling on your phone. You were the only person in the apartment since your roommate was busy on his errands. But you couldn’t complain because he was a serious prick. Always making fun of you and other things you could care less about. But the real problem was when he had friends over. They were noisy and arrogant just as he was. But the rent was really good for such a nice place, so you decided to stay there.

After what felt like ages of scrolling the said man walks through the door with groceries in hand. He walks past you as if your not there and goes straight to the kitchen . “Be a doll and come help me.” You here a voice call. Considering how he was kind enough to buy food you decided to help, stepping into the kitchen and putting things away. You needed to put a cereal box on the top shelf in a cabinet but couldn’t reach. Just as you were about to give up you feel a taller frame press against your smaller one, and a larger hand go over yours to put the cereal away.

In a panic you immediately turn around and look up at him, only to see his classic little smirk he does when he knows he got under your skin. “What the hell Lee..” you say and then avert your gaze. Knowing that he’s being a smug little brat and trying his little Fuck boy advances on you, of course you don’t want to feed into his bullshit. “What? What’s the matter L/N” he said, still taunting you. Gosh, as much as you hate to admit it.. he looks really hot right now.

Dark, messy hair yet sexy. Lightly tanned skin from being in the sun. Gosh, the black t-shirt that showed off his yummy biceps, and along his arms trace those veins all the way to his long slender hands that look perfect for what you were missing. His beautiful eyes that were fixated upon your face, holding emotions that you’d never know. “Gosh, has he always look this good?” You thought to yourself but was quickly caught off guard by his low voice snapping you back into reality. “How long are you gonna stare at what you can’t have?” Is what he said. Who the hell does he think he is? “What?” You respond a little annoyed at his ego. “You heard me cute stuff.” He said turning around to go to the fridge. Man, why was he such a dick. But a good looking one.

Not long after you two put the groceries away, you made the two of you some ramen. You put the bowls and take his to his door, sitting it on the floor and giving the door a good knock to alert him. “Thank you” you here the male call out. “Whatever.” You retort and make your way to your room. Man that ramen was amazing. You take the bowl to the kitchen and make your return to your room. And take a little nap

11:44pm

You wake up to a weird sound. You take a look around you dark room and spot nothing out of the ordinary. That being said you stand up and make your way to the hallway where the sounds are louder. And then coming from… jeonghyeons room?! But it sounds like he’s in pain.. “should I check on him?” You think to yourself. You stand there for a few and decide that you should go check it out. You see a small amount of light coming from his room, meaning the door was cracked. So you gather up your courage and push the door open just to reveal a sweaty jeonghyeon stroking his cock with his head thrown back. “What the hell. What do I do ?!” You screamed in your head as your eyes went large. He lifts his head and stops his movements as it settles down in his head that you just walked in on him “are you gonna stay for the show?” He ask as he continues back to his activities “I-im so sorry!!” You say but are unable to move “that’s fine.. wanna come help me?” He says, smirking at you like always. But how can you turn him down?

It’s impossible right? Well your right. So, you make you way to him while he strokes his cock watching you movements. You stop in front of him and sit on your knees, starting to feel embarrassed. You the look up at him waiting for an response. Sensing that he tells you to open your mouth so you follow. His mushroom shaped tip pushes its way past your plump lips. Soon enough it touches the back of your throat so you pull away and lower you head back down and look up at him to see how he’s responding to your ministrations. His eyes are closed and eyebrows knitted together. You swirl your tongue around the glands the down his shaft, earning a grunt from him . Not long after he grabbed you hair, pushing your head down his cock and the a warm liquid filling your mouth and senses. You pull away and swallow, a small cough coming from you.

The man stands up and lifts you to your feet. You look at him with curiosity. He leads you to his bed, where he throws you in the center of. He go on top of you and looks you in the eye briefly before devouring your lips with his own. He bit your bottom lip gently, requesting access to you so you obliged. Exploring each other with excitement and anticipation for one another. The kiss was sensual and lustful. Hot and steamy. He tugged on your shirt, requesting it off, so you sat up and discarded the clothing including your bra. His large hands leaving your waist to now play with your tits, lowering his head to suck on you left nippy. Not forgetting to show the other some affection he tends to both of them. Lowering his kisses until he reaches your underwear. He lifts his head, looking at you. You give him a nod of confirmation and that’s all it takes for him to pull them off and get to work. The feeling of warmth all over you lower half, sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of euphoria as his tongue explores your most sensitive spotes, gently sucking and licking your bud. His long slinder middle finger finds its way to you hole, rubbing teasing circles around it and gently dipping into it. “Fuck” you grunt out, hearing a giggle from the man before feeling his finger push its way into your gummy walls, earning a louder whimper. He promptly gives you a few thrust before adding his index finger earning a strained series of a lewd moans before quickening his pace. It doesn’t take home long enough to find a weak spot and curl his fingers there while his tongue is working on your bundle of nerves. The feeling of ecstasy engulfs you but right before the wave hits fully he pulls away, chin glistening with your juices that he wipes away with the back of his hand. He leans in to kiss you to which you quickly respond to. The kiss was much more lustful now, more desire for one another and the burning fame of passion to be one. “You want this as much as me right?” He asked through the kiss. “Mhm” you hum back “words princess” he says pulling away just a little while waiting for your voice. “I wanna do it lee” you say softly. He smiles then aligns his cock with your hole, tip sliding in with ease considering how wet your cunt is. Bottoming out completely earning a loud whimper out of you. Halting his movements to let you adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long for you to get impatient “please..” you say out of eagerness for him to fill you up. Upon hearing that he delivers a series of shallow thrust to make sure you can handle him. Hearing your moans he takes that as a sign to start. Movements becoming faster and harder over time, the room stuffy from the two of you being horny fucks, and the melody of your moans and whimpers mixed with skin slapping and his own grunting and moans.

The feeling of him pounding your cunt is sending you closer to an orgasm, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you to oblivion. On the other hand he’s getting harder instead of relieving himself. The way you pussy sucks him in and tightens with every move of his cock, or the way your crying and moaning because of how good he’s fucking you. Or maybe because he’s always had little fantasies about you.. his cute little roomie. Interesting.

His cock hitting your gspot sending pleasure waves through your body pushing you to the edge. “gonna cum for me baby?” He breathed out, grip tightening on your thigh. “Mhm. So close.” You respond, orgasm approaching closer. “Cum for me then..” and that’s all it takes. Body shaking while he holds your hands, chasing his high now,His thrust becomes more frantic and strong, overstimulation occupies your senses meanwhile he’s chasing his orgasm, and with a few thrust he cums deep in your cunt, letting out a string of grunts and panting noises.

After you both calm down he pulls out and watches his cum ooze out of your hole. He reaches for tissue on the nightstand to clean you both up. “Are you ok?” He asked with his shit eating smirk on his face. “I’m fine..” you replied rolling your eyes while speaking with a huff. After you both a clean he goes to get you a shirt from his dresser and lays next to you in just his boxers. Drowsiness starts settling in as you lay next to the pretty man and you fall into a slumber. He pulls you close and falls fast asleep while keeping you near.

Dm me to be in my tag list

[badasgirlfriend]

Everything for you

pairing: draco malfoy x ravenclaw! fem oc

genre: angst

warnings: toxic relationship, jealosy, swearing, draco being a dick

a/n: i listened to i miss u im sorry while writing this, also this is my first draco imagine pls be nice :D

part 2?

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"Draco" the young ravenclaw yells as she chases her boyfriend. She calls out his name, begging him to stop and listen to her.

But Draco is faster than her and he is able to to keep running away. He's too overwhelmed and angry to even talk to her With everything that has been going on he wishes he could just disappear without ever being found. He continues to ignore his girlfriend's calls, her voice getting fainter as he escapes into the dark.

He finds himself near the room of requirement. He was furious, he slams his fist into the wall, hard. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the anger and jealousy he was feeling. Memories of what his friends said, of Potter flirting and dancing with his girlfriend play in Draco's mind.

"Mate, put a leash on your girlfriend. She couldn't keep her hands off Potter all night"

"They danced all night, even Slughorn thought they would make a good couple"

He thought Nott and Goyle could be lying, but why would they lie. He immediately went to the party Slughorn was holding, he wished that it was all bullshit but when he stepped in the room and saw Briar and Potter dancing, His Briar and Potter dancing and giggling, fucking giggling. He saw his girlfriend leaning and touching Potters cheek, was she going to kiss him...? He would never forget their faces when they saw him, their smiles faded so fast, it was like they got caught doing something.

He snaps out of it when he hears Briar's voice. Draco turns around to see her running towards him. She grabs his wrist before he leaves again. But Draco wasn't having any of this. He shakes Briar's hand off his wrist "What do you want"

Briar takes a step back shocked, Draco never acted like this towards her so this was new to the brunette. She didn't know what happened or what she did wrong to make him this upset.

One minute she was dancing and laughing at her friend's poor dancing and eavesdropping skills. He wanted to know what Ginny and her date were arguing over so him being nosy, he asked Briar to dance, and help him.

"What happened" she furrows her brows taking a good look at him. It has been two days since she last saw him, Briar didn't know if he was avoiding her or he was really busy with homework like Blaise told her. He looked tired and exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days. He had bags under his eyes and his face was too pale. Draco was clearly struggling with something, and Briar felt her heart breaking. All the curses she had wanted to say to him for avoiding her vanished "Are you sick Dray-" She wanted to hug and comfort him but when she went to hug him, he stepped back

"Don't.'

Briar looked at Draco with hurt and confusion on her face. This wasn't like him. Before she could say anything else he beats her to it

'How was the party, did you enjoy it?' his tone was cold and his face stern.

"The party was fine, I had a really good ti-"

"Oh I don't doubt that" he cut her off "Who wouldn't have, with Potter twirling you around whispering sweet things in your ear"

His words made Briar laugh. She couldn't believe what he had said and thought he must be joking "Yeah especially when he got on his knees and proposed to me" she jokes, but her laughter dies when she sees his face, he meant what he said.

Draco was stunned by her laughter. He thought she would be ashamed, but instead she laughed as if everything was a joke. He felt his anger growing "Im sure you wanted that"

"Draco wha-"

"After all he wants you-"

"What-"

"You want him, you'd make a good couple"

"What the hell are you talking about"

'You know damn well what the fuck Im talking about" Draco snapped, laughing and shaking his head in disbelief. Why was she acting so clueless. Why couldn't she see how much she had hurt him "You were all over him flir-"

"WHAT THE FUCK' Briar yells, she felt like she was going to explode. She was tired of the vague statements and the confusion "I don't fucking know a single thing you're making up'

The slytherin boy scoffs. he was losing control of what he was feeling. He couldn't stop thinking about all the times his girlfriend hung up with Harry, when they talked, laughed and everything.

'He deserves her' a voice says in his head 'He can protect her whereas you will only break and put her life in danger'

He didn't want to believe it, but, it was true. A knot forms on his throat. You don't deserve her, you don't deserve her, you don't deserve her

"Sorry for ruining your little party you can go back and continue making googly eyes at your precious Potter" he spits "Or maybe you'd rather be with Weasley.

Briar was taken aback at what Draco was saying. She had nothing going on with Harry they were close friends and Draco knew that, she told him from the start. He never accused her of being unfaithul during their two year relationship.

"Draco, I know you're not at your best right now, but this is hurting me" Briar says. She was trying to be understanding. She knew Draco wasn't himself, but his words hurt her. "Please don't say things you don't mean"

Draco completly ignored what she said, for once in his life he had something or rather someone Potter didn't have, Briar.

Not anymore.

"Fuck- why did you go with him" his voice broke "You know he's the only one who has something over him and you still went with him fucking hell Briar you played me well"

"We were just dancing, he-he wanted to know why Ginny and her boyfrie-"

"Stop lying you were about to kiss"

"Im not lying" she chokes up "Stop acting like a dick and listen, we weren't about to kiss, Harry doesn't even fucking like me Draco you know he's my closest friend"

Draco clicked his tounge shaking his head, he couldn't believe it, she was defending him

"Do you know what everyone was saying, that you look like a couple" Briar only stared at him with tears on her eyes, why wasn't he believing her "That you were all over him, he was all over you. That you fi- you finally got together"

Briars heart was shattering with every word her boyfriend was saying "Since when do you listen to the other people"

From the start he thinks to himself unwanted memories coming to him

'Did you hear Malfoy and Bianchi are dating"

'She can definitely do better"

"I was rooting for her and Harry man"

"I don't think they will last knowing his familys history and all"

"I thought she liked Harry"

"Why would she choose him, his family is full with death eaters, he's gonna become one sooner or later"

Yes why would she choose you Draco when she can have better

"Since my girlfriend’s name keeps getting mentioned with schools saint" he gets closer to her and sees the tears brimming in her eyes, he made her cry. "Who's next give me a hint, the Weaslys? You have options there, maybe Finnigan or my friend Zabini, huh? I wouldn't be surprised, you would go along with his mom, even share the list of the men you want to go after”

Briar felt like a little girl getting scolded by her mother, like she was in trouble for a mistake that she didn't realize she had made. After all she went through for him, did she deserve to be treated like this.

He looked at Briar and spoke through clenched teeth "Bloody hell I even went against my parents for you because you're a half blood, everything they believed in and everything they wanted, for you!"

Ouch

Draco knew he shouldn't have said those things. Blood status didn't matter to him he didn't say that because he believes it, he said that because he was angry and he wanted to hurt her. The blond boy didn't apologise or try to fix the damage he had caused. Instead, he just kept on with the attack.

If someone asked Briar who was the person standing in front of her, she would be at loss. This isn't the Draco she had fallen in love with. She didn't recognize him.

'Im not sorry" she says in a low voice, the anger and hurt appeared in her eyes as she gazed at him. She hit him on the chest "Im not sorry for dancing with my friend' hit "Im not sorry for being a halfblood" hit "Im not sorry for other people talking"

As she raised her fist to hit him again, he quickly grabbed her wrists, stopping in her tracks

"Stop" he said in a stern tone, his gaze steady and his grip firm

She didn't try to pull away her wrists, she simply stared at his eyes, blue met gray "But Im sorry for myself because I- don't deserve this"

"I've made so many sacrifices for you, given up so much for our relationship, because I love you. I've lost friends, I almost lost my relationship with my parents too. But all I wanted was to be with you, no matter the cost" she said her voice cracking and tears rolling down her cheeks and Draco wanted to do nothing more but wipe her tears.

"Yet you ruined everything" Draco's voice was cold and unfeeling, it cut through her like a knife "Like you always do"

"I didn't ruin shit" her voice was filled with anger and hurt, her hands were shaking as she grabbed him by the collar wrenching him closer to her, shouting in his face "This is all your doing, you're destroying us, because of your own insecurities"

"I could have accused you of cheating," she said, her tone still thick with emotion. "You've been so distant lately, leaving me to spend time with some other girl?"

Draco shook his head in disbelief unable to believe what she was saying, if she only knew what he was doing.

"I could have easily thought the worst," she continued, "Because you haven't even noticed that I haven't been around."

She took a shaky breath, and her eyes met his, "But I didn't, I never would."

Draco's jaw tightened as he met her gaze. He knew if he stayed more he would break down, so with that she pushed Briars hands and turned to leave.

"Draco" he stops in his track and closes his eyes at the sound of his name coming from her "Please let's talk and figure out this misunderstanding"

He thinks about it, he thinks of the aftermath and it doesn't look good on his head. It's better like this, for both of them.

Briar's chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her tears falling down her cheeks. "Draco," she said through her tears, "If you leave now, it's over for us."

Draco's head was buzzing with thoughts, his emotions in turmoil. A voice in the back of his mind told him that he wasn't good enough for her, that she deserved better. She deserved someone who shared the same beliefs and values, someone who can support her in the way she deserves it. A death eater can't do that, so to protect her he chose to leave without sparing a glance at her.

A pang of heartbreak hit Briar as she watched Draco leave, her eyes blurry with tears as she tried to hold back her emotions. But then, as he disappeared out the door, the dam of tears broke and she crumpled to the ground, her face buried in her palms as she sobbed uncontrollably. As the tears fell down her cheeks, she felt a deep fear of abandonment welling up inside her.

"I didn't cheat on you, why won't you believe me," she sobbed softly, her voice trembling as she felt utterly alone. "I didn't do anything…"

For a moment, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe Draco would come back, maybe she would be able to explain things to him again. But the thought was quickly snatched away. Nobody was there to comfort her, to tell her everything would be all right. Nobody cared.

She could hear the muffled voices of two voices arguing nearby. One voice, was sweet and gentle, while the other voice, husky but soothing. They were both very recognizable, even if she couldn't make out their words clearly.

"How in the bloody hell are we gonna find her in this bloody massive castle Granger, not very smart of you?"

"Will you stop Parkinson, she's somewhere here. Let's just look"

"There"

"3..2..1.. Happy birthday to you happy birthday dear Bria- Briar what happened" it was Pansy her best friend who immediatly went to her side, Hermione behind her trying not to trip and fall with the cake they had made for her.

Pansy took Briar's face in her hands, wiping away her tears with a gentle touch. Hermione took Briar's hand in hers, her eyes filling with tears seeing her best friend in such a state. Briar didn't say anything, she knew that if she said something right know she would end up worse Hermione and Pansy wrapped their arms around Briar tightly, their hug comforting and supportive.

It was clear that they both cared about her, and they weren't going to leave her alone to suffer. Even though it hurt to see her like this, they were trying to be strong for her, and their hugs offered a calming presence and comfort. They gave each other a worried look as they held their best friend bclose, each of them worrying about how much pain Briar must be in. But they both agreed to be there for her, no matter what.

Briar's tears continued to fall down her cheeks, but she hugged her two friends back tightly. It felt nice to have their support, and she appreciated how they were there for her in her time of need.

[24carathoney]

Crimson Ties | C.SC | Chapter 1

Pairing: Vampire!Choi Seungcheol x Witch!FemReader

“Yes. Or in other words, you're his mate. The one he spends the rest of his life with.”

Summary: Follow Y/N as her world is flipped upside down when she discovers the truth about her bloodline.

Warnings: Fluff // Angst // Smut (later) // Violence // Blood // Character Death // Name Calling (Not the good kind) // Mingyu is a dick //

WC: 4.8k

Tonight was a night that you just wanted to be left alone. But your friends demanded that you come to hang out with them since it's been weeks since you've seen them. With work being a pain in the ass and your best friend Joshua being busy with promotions left and right, living the life of an idol, you couldn't say no. You had reluctantly agreed as Joshua would be in town for a couple of weeks. There was so much for the two of you to catch up on. You reached the bar in no time, not noticing the presence lurking from a distance. Your boots tapped against the wood floors as you walked inside with a wide grin when Joshua and Lillian came into view. The younger bartender, Rayven, greeted you with a soft smile and you sent her a wave. You quickly ran into Joshua's arms as he lifted you off the ground. “I missed you guys!” You beamed as you hugged Lillian after. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” She laughed and you sighed. “Work has been so chaotic the past few weeks. Being promised promotions and then watching them give it to someone else.” 

“What?!”

“Y/N what happened to dropping that bullshit ass job? You said you were done.” Lillian said and you nodded. “I know. But money has been tight and the checks look really nice.” 

“The checks can be better if you apply some of that medical talent you have into a hospital or something.” She rolled her eyes at your reasoning and you opened your purse to fish out your phone. 

“Well most places require you to have a diploma. Something I don’t possess. So, that won't work out well.” You gave a shrug, turning to the man next to you. “What about you Josh? How’s the idol life treating you?”

“It’s a change that's for sure. But my group is amazing. They’ve been with me through thick and thin. We got a new mv coming out soon so there’s that.” He gave a small smile and both you and Lillian gasped.

“A comeback? I’ll have to tune in when it drops. Maybe upload a little reaction video.” You joked and the three of you laughed. As the two continued to speak on the topic, your eyes shifted to the window where a man stood with his hands in his pockets. Staring directly at you. You put your attention back into the conversation trying to shake the uneasy feeling bubbling in your gut. After a couple minutes you checked back to the window and he was gone. Letting out a sigh of relief you went back to searching for your phone.

“Shit. I left my phone in the car. I'll be right back.” You stepped out into the street walking across to your car. Swiping the device off the front seat you shut the door, feeling a chill as the wind blew past you. You came to a halt as a figure stood across the street from you with their hands in their pockets. 

“What you got going on tonight pretty?” He asked and you shrugged. “Hanging out with some friends. Been awhile.” You replied and he chuckled. “Why don't we have some fun first?” He had blocked your way inside and you shook your head nervously. “No thanks.” You went to push him but he grabbed your arm. His eyes flickered red and you immediately snatched your arm from his grasp and backed away to give you some space. You balled your hand into a fist as you cursed yourself for getting in this situation. Should've stayed inside with Lillian and Josh. The man in front of you gave a sinister grin as his sharp canines peaked through his lips. “It won't hurt to have dinner early.” You ducked as he rushed towards you with a snarl. He kicked your ankle from under you, laughing at your attempts to get away. Your adrenaline was rushing and you kicked him in his face, causing him to fall back with a grunt. You looked him dead in the eyes with anger in your form. You'd be damned if you died in an alleyway. You felt a light burn in the palm of your hands before seeing them turn purple. Your confusion had the man staring at you with wide eyes. “Spellcaster huh? Makes tonight's meal even better.” He brought his hand down and you covered your face, feeling a sharp sting run down your arm. His nails had sharpened and sliced your skin, letting your blood drip to the ground. He brought his hand up to his lips and licked the blood off his finger. You narrowed your eyes as he bared his teeth and you shuddered at how sharp they were. “What the fuck are you?” 

“Doesn't matter. You won't live long enough to find out.” Before he could lunge at you again two arms wrapped around his neck before a sickening crack was heard. His body fell to the ground with a thud and you gasped at the sight. Not knowing if you should run or stay and thank the man. You stood to your feet and noticed your savior had a familiar haircut. “Shua?” You muttered and Joshua turned to you with fear in his eyes. “Y/N…I…..” You had so many questions running through your mind as he held up his hands to show you that you were safe. “You're hurt.” You took a deep breath as his eyes shimmered a gold hue. 

“What was that? Who was that guy? You just killed him.” You asked, trying to catch your breath. Not missing the way Joshua never moved towards you. You hold your arm with a frown, staring down at the body on the ground as it slowly disintegrates right in front of you. “Joshua…”

“I can explain everything but I guarantee you won't believe me.” He quickly said and you scoffed. “A guy just tried to bite my head off. Try me.” Boy if you knew just how wrong you were. Joshua had just told you about how supernatural the world around you is. Witches, werewolves, shapeshifters. Oh and your best friend of 23 years is a vampire. You had to sit in one of the bar stools for a second as he explained everything while fixing the puff on your head. “I turned when I was 17. I see the world much differently than you do. My hearing is enhanced. I'm stronger than the average person. I don’t even have a steady heartbeat if I’m being honest.” He chuckled and you gave a small nod. 

“So you drink blood? From people?” you asked in a low voice and he shook his head. “Only once, years ago. Essentially to keep me alive at the time but I survive off of animal blood, even some human food. Wish I could say the same for my coven brothers though.” He gave a small smile but you could see the sadness behind his eyes. “How many of you are there?” He looked back up at you surprised you even asked and sat the gauze down. “Thirteen.” You nodded, rubbing your now bandaged arm. “Your idol group? I'm assuming.” He gave a short nod. 

“That man or whatever he was. He called me a spellcaster. What does that mean?” You asked and he frowned. 

“Spellcaster? Did you fight back?” Lillian suddenly asked and your brows furrowed. She didn’t sound as surprised as you were. What else are they not telling you?

“Not much. But I was just….angry instead of scared. My skin felt like it was on fire and the palms of my hands…..they turned dark. Black almost. Why?” Joshua gave a small nod as he held your hands. You shivered at how cold they were and he let out a long sigh as he let go.

“Your powers are starting to awaken. You may not remember but, your grandmother and great grandmother also had certain abilities. They did their best to keep you in the dark. Even in death.” He mumbled the last part leaving you in silence. “Come on. We can all hang out at Lillian’s place. Talk more about this.” He reached for your hand and before you could stop yourself, you snatched your hand away. Sadness swam in his dark orbs as you felt your heart rate quicken. “Y/N I know this is a lot but you have to believe me.” 

“How long have you known? About me I mean?” You asked and his gaze fell to the floor before answering in a small voice. “Since your grandmother died.” You let out a scoff as your eyes watered and Joshua was starting to panic a little.

“I do believe you, Shua. I just…..I need to walk.” You said quickly, grabbing your purse and dashing out the door. Joshua tried to go after you but Lillian grabbed his arm. “Let her go. She has to get her thoughts together. She'll be okay.” She retorted and Joshua swallowed his worries. 

You walked and walked. Not even realizing how far out you walked. You finally looked up to an empty street. “Fuck.” You wrapped your hands around your body as the leaves crunched under your feet. Scared. Confused. Alone. It was stupid of you to come out here by yourself. But you were overwhelmed with so many emotions, you didn't know what else to do. The distinct sound of a twig snapping nearby made you jump and you quickly scanned your surroundings. You saw no one but couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching you. You picked a direction and began walking before a voice cut through you like a hot knife. “It's dangerous out here for a girl like you.” You turned to see a man in a suit. His hand nestled in his pants pockets as he eyed you down. 

“A man like you shouldn't sneak up on people.” He chuckled at your response before leaning against a fence.

“Well you seemed to be tangled up in your own thoughts. Would've been rude to just tap you on your shoulder. Had you been paying attention, you would've heard me coming.” He stared at you as you bit the inside of your cheek. “You're pretty far out from home don't you think.” His words struck a nerve and you slowly backed away from him. Trying to give yourself some distance. 

“I'm quite capable of handling myself.” You said and he laughed. “You sure about that little one?” Something about the man made you uneasy as you fumbled with the bracelet in your pocket, that slowly got warmer. You turned to see a back road behind you and went to tell him you'd be on your way but when you looked back at him, he was gone. That was until a deep voice muttered in your ear. “Boo.” You jumped back as the man was now next to you with his jacket over his shoulder. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you.” 

“How did you-”

“You're not that great at paying attention.” He smirked and you nearly missed the way his canines sharpened. Memories of his face began to rush to you as you thought about Joshua. You remember when he mentioned his coven brothers and the realization hit you like a freight train as the picture suddenly became clear. “I know you.” Your voice trembled as he raised an eyebrow with a grin. 

“Do you know me? Who am I?”

“You're Kim Mingyu. Part of that one group. Seventeen is it?” You asked, backing away. He threw his head back letting out a loud laugh. “Aww a fan. I'm touched.”

“Don't flatter yourself. Shouldn't you be at a dance practice or something?” You said with as much confidence you could muster up. He remained silent but had a smirk on his lips. Your heart felt as if it was about to beat out of your chest and you turned on your heels to run. He made no move to chase you but instead stood with his head back laughing at you. Before you knew it he was in front of you, grabbing hold of your wrist. He let go as if he had been burned and on instinct you forced him away, purple energy flowing to your palm. His body flew into a nearby house and you stood confused as you stared down at your hand. Fingers tingling from whatever the hell it was you just did. Breaking from your thoughts his gaze snapped to yours before you ran again. This time making it to a familiar street and turning to check if he followed. But there was no one. The wind blew your hair into your face and you stared off into the distance. His presence was gone. 

“Y/N! Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” A voice called out and you turned to see Lillian and Joshua. You sighed as you made your way to them with your arms around your body. You planned to remain silent about your run in with Mingyu but Joshua already had his eyes set in the direction you just came from. You followed his gaze and saw the man you encountered. “Go inside. Lock the door and don’t let anyone in if it isn’t me.” Before you could ask questions he made his way down the street and Lillian dragged you into the house. Joshua held a scowl as Mingyu carelessly leaned against the light pole, dusting off his shirt. “What did you do?”

“Me? I didn't do anything. We were having a pleasant conversation. Then your little witch attacked me. Does Seungcheol hyung know you're hiding her?” He smirked and Joshsua balled his fist. “A vampire being friends with a witch is unheard of.” 

“I'm not hiding her. She didn't know anything about the supernatural. Barely even believed it. You showing up probably awakened her abilities she didn't even know she had.” Josh sneered and he shrugged. 

“She knows enough, Josh. She knows about us. But you know that.” Another voice cut in and the man snapped his head to see Seungkwan standing with his hands in his pockets. “He isn't going to let that slide. She could expose us.”

“She won't.”

“And how do you know?” Joshua froze at the sound of Jeonghan's icy voice before looking past Mingyu at the blonde. “She could open her mouth. Not saying people would believe her but still. If it was Seungcheol instead of Mingyu, your little witch would've been killed out there. But you know that. I have to do my duty as second in command to report this to him. He'll have her head.”

“She's no threat to us.” Joshua couldn't find the words to say as challenging Jeonghan would be suicide. “We'll see about that.” Jeonghan held a sadistic smirk that made Joshua's body run cold.

“See about what?” Another voice cut into the conversation and Joshua swore his vampire blood ran cold. He turned just as Seungcheol arrived with the rest of the coven and shut his eyes with a sigh. “What will we see about?” Everyone remained quiet and Seungcheol narrowed his eyes at his coven's silence. “I won't ask again.”

“Go ahead, tell him Joshua.” Joshua locked eyes with his coven leader and felt his heart drop to his stomach.

You’d been sitting there in silence for half an hour and you couldn’t help but think about Josh. Was he okay? Did he get hurt? What of Mingyu? The thoughts became unbearable and you stood to your feet, heading over to the window. Glancing out past the curtains into the empty street. There was nothing. No one. “He should've been back by now.” You muttered walking to the door as Lillian ran a hand through her hair. “Don't even think about it. We stay put like he said.” You turned to face her and noticed her mixing different spices she had in her cabinet. “How can you be cooking at a time like this?” 

“I'm not. I'm brewing a protection spell.” She answered and you frowned. “Spell? As in a witch spell?” 

“Y/N there's still so much you have to learn.” She started and you felt your eyes water. She gave a small sigh as she finished the concoction and hung it over the door. “You and I come from a long line of witches. As Joshua told you earlier, your great grandmother and grandmother were witches as well. Some excelled in spellcasting while others were able to master healing magic. You seem to have both as I noticed the burns immediately heal from your power. Which is extremely rare and with everyone keeping you in the dark, you never learned how to use them. Have you ever been able to lift something with a wave of your hand? Pushing things, pulling things? With your mind.” As she explained everything started to become clearer. You had always thought that it was your mind playing tricks on you. But now it all makes sense. Too much sense. “I'm going to enchant the house. You should get some rest. I do understand it's a lot to take in.”

“But Josh…” She held your shoulders as she led you to the couch. “I'll be on the lookout for him. Now go rest.” She gave your hair a small pat and you had tried your best to stay awake. Watching Lillian carry around a glass throughout the house before your eyes fluttered closed. 

Leaves crunched under your feet as you ran as fast as you could carry yourself. Everywhere you looked he was there. A man with dark hair and blood red eyes. His chuckle echoed through the forest surrounding you as you tried to catch your breath. But no matter how far you got he always seemed to be two steps ahead. You backed up into a body and turned to find him smirking down at you. He raised an eyebrow before his head shot out and wrapped around your throat. Leaning close to your ear you felt him smirk against your skin. “You should know little one, I love when they run.” 

You shot up off the couch covered in sweat, noticing you're still in Lillian’s house. She sat on the other couch with a dagger in her hand. She rushed to your side upon noticing your distraught breathing. “You're okay. It was just a dream.” She mumbled rubbing your arms. You brought your hand to your face with a sigh. “What time is it?” 

“11:30 I'm about to make breakfast. Joshua should be back tonight. Go wash up.” She said before you go up to head to the bathroom. You shut the door and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your brown eyes were puffy and your curls disheveled. But your wide eyed gaze went down to your neck. Where a dark bruise started to form along your skin. Right where his hand had been. You took a quick shower and walked past the kitchen. “I have to grab some things from home. I'll be back in a bit.” You closed the door before she could say anything else and made a dash down the empty sidewalk. Your mind was occupied with everything you've been told floating around like fish. Not even paying attention to the world around you. A hand pressed over your lips and you thrashed as you were dragged behind an abandoned house. The person let go and you scoffed, looking up at Joshua. 

“You can't just ask me to talk like a normal person?!” You shouted and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“I was worried sick!” 

“I know. I know. Y/N there’s more you have to know. With you being a witch and all. I just needed to tell you to watch your back out here. There's more covens out there than just us.” He told you and you felt your stomach drop. “Once others get word of a witch in the area, you'll be a target. So you have to keep it a secret. No one but Lillian can know about…….” 

He paused his sentence and looked at you with sad eyes. “You need to get out of here.”

“Josh wha…”

“But we just got here. She shouldn't leave now.” You looked over Joshua's shoulder as four figures stood around the two of you. Lee Jihoon, Jeon Wonwoo, Kwon Soonyoung and Kim Mingyu. You recognized them as some of his group mates. Wonwoo placed a hand on the back of Joshua's neck causing him to fall to his knees with his eyes closed. “You've done enough.” A low voice said in his ear as he was pulled away from you before you could grab onto him. You found yourself rooted to the ground as the four of them had you surrounded. “You seem scared little dove. We don't bite.” 

“Hard.” Jihoon grinned as you felt a wall behind you. You had no choice but to fight. Again. You moved to defend yourself but Soonyoung was already behind you, Pinning your hands behind your back. You hissed in pain as his grip tightened the more you struggled. “Soonyoung is the fastest out of all of us. You won't even get a spell off with him here.” You brought your hand up to his wrist and squeezed, causing him to shout in pain as searing heat emitted from your palm. Mingyu took the chance to kick your leg from under you but you turned in time to deflect with your own kick. It won't do much damage but it will give you distance. Soonyoung dashed towards you and you pulled a hidden dagger from your boot, swinging in time to cut his cheek. He brought a hand up to wipe the cut as his eyes flickered a dark crimson color before rushing at you at full speed. You felt your fear spike and crouched a small barrier appearing before you. You forced Soonyoung away from you before the man relaxed into a carefree stance. You grew confused until his eyes locked behind you and Mingyu rubbed a hand under his chin. 

“You're in trouble now girl.” You suddenly felt a presence behind you and quickly threw up a barrier before a fist collided with the purple aura. The man immediately threw another punch without giving you time to recover, shattering the barrier before you and wrapping a hand around your throat. “Let go!” You pleaded but your words fell on deaf ears as you were lifted off your feet and closer to the man. Your vision blurred as he tossed you into the wall. You back stung as you coughed trying to catch your breath. Before you could react he grabbed a fist full of your hair, his fingers tangled in your curls while bearing his teeth at you. Your eyes clenched shut at the sting surging through your scalp. Mingyu chuckled at your struggle as you clawed at the hand in your hair. When your eyes shot open you were met with a dark crimson iris staring down at you. He lifted your head to catch your unfocused brown eyes and his grip loosened. You missed how his expression softened for a split second as he dropped you to the floor. You went into a coughing fit as the others watched on with confused stares. Jeonghan stood in the alleyway as he exchanged a knowing look with the woman next to him.

“Everyone back to the dorm, we’ll hunt tomorrow night.” Jeonghan said abruptly and all eyes flickered to his relaxed form. 

“Come on Jeonghan, she cut me.” Soonyoung whined but the blonde was not impressed.

“None of you were supposed to be out here in the first place. Do not make me repeat myself.” One by one they all walked past you in silence as Jeonghan approached his leader. “You too Seungcheol.” He looked down at you one last time before walking away with his head down. The mysterious woman reached a hand out to you and you reluctantly accepted her help. She nodded to the blonde before he too left the area, leaving the two of you alone. 

What the fuck was that? Why did he stop himself?

“Honesty I'm not quite sure.” She spoke as if she read your mind. “When it comes to the boys, Seungcheol isn't one to hesitate. He loves them as if they were his own and would do anything to keep them safe. That includes killing. Which brings up the million dollar question, why did he stop himself from killing you?” You stared up at her with confusion floating in your dark orbs trying to make sense of everything. “Anyway. I have a strong feeling they won't be bothering you anymore. But you should take Joshua's words into consideration. Watch your back out here.” With that she gave you a small smile as she turned her back and left the area, leaving you alone.

Back at the dorm Joshua felt all eyes on him. He had already tried to explain his story but Seungkwan and Mingyu were not having any of it. “She's a danger to all of us! We should've killed her when we had the chance.” Seungkwan’s words made Joshua wince and Mingyu laughed at his brother's anger.

“This is Joshua's fault. He should have never told her. I'll see to it that it's quick and painless.” Another voice spoke and Joshua looked over at Jun. “Like hell you will.” 

“After all this you're still protecting her? For what?” Wonwoo questioned and Joshua sighed. “She's my best friend. She has been there with me through thick and thin. I'm not going to hurt her because she knows the truth.” He spoke quickly before Soonyoung cut in once more. “If she betrays you then what? You're putting us all in jeopardy for someone who doesn't even know what she's capable of.” 

“What's the point when none of you are listening to me?” Joshua sighed and Mingyu stood to his feet. “Fuck what you have to say! I'm sick of you and your little --”

“ENOUGH.” Another voice boomed, silencing any debates and everyone turned to see Seungcheol taking a seat on a nearby stool suppressing his coughs. No one dared speak when their leader walked into the room. “This girl could potentially be a threat to us if she puts her mind to it. She could be dangerous. From here on out no one is going to go near her. Let the other covens deal with her. She lives out her life out there. We live out ours here.” Joshua froze as his coven leader's piercing eyes landed on him. “And I do mean no one. Unless any of you have an objection.”

To say you were on edge was the understatement of the century. You still have yet to see or hear from Joshua and it's been 3 days. Everyday you wake up in hopes that he would be downstairs while Lillian made breakfast. Running a hand through your hair you stalked downstairs with your mind made up not letting Lillian get her greeting out. “Hey how are….”

“I want to learn how to properly use my powers.” You said with slight determination as she sat down the bowl of biscuits on the table. “O-okay. I can teach you the basics but after breakfast. It won't do you any good on an empty stomach.” The next couple of hours weren't easy for you. You kept trying to lift random items Lillian placed in front of you with no luck. They would shake but never floated or moved. Lillian pointed her finger and gave you a slight shock every time you failed. “Ow! Would you stop that!”

“Not. Until. You. Get. It. Right.” After each word she sent another jolt through you and you clenched your jaw. “How do you think you'll help Joshua if you can't even do a simple exercise? Being one with the world of sorcery isn't for the weak Y/N.” You grew tired of her talking down on you and gave the space in front of you a forceful push out of pure frustration. The vase was thrown back into a tree, shattering into pieces upon impact and Lillian gave you a knowing smile. You stood in shock as you brought your hand to your face. “Is that all I can do?” 

“Most likely not. But other abilities manifest based on situations. The basics is all I can teach you.” You looked down at your feet and she sighed. “Meditation is the key. You'll learn to open your eyes in the world of the supernatural. But you have to open your mind first.” She said and you raised an eyebrow. “Now you want to talk in riddles?” The training went on for a couple more hours and the sun was beginning to set. You wiped sweat from your forehead and leaned against the tree. 

“This is only the beginning Y/N. What comes next won't be easy.”

“I know.”

[bellswlw]

mechanic!ellie telling off readers dad;)

i have mechanic!ellie brainrot… (cw: weird possessive parent, homophobia, ellie is 24) seriously thinking i need to make a neighbor-mechanic!ellie fic bc fuck..

Ellie was inside, her palms gripping the countertop from the underside of the lip, just coming in for her break and from the blistering heat.

It was particularly hot that day. Not unusual for the area, but still Ellie was sweating through her white tank top just at the start of 11AM.

“Okay, alright. Buh-bye. Yep, see you tomorrow. Yep… fucking dick.” and she reached up with one hand to remove the landline phone that was wedged between her ear and shoulder.

“What happened?”

Ellie scribbled down the customers details adding Tom L. — red hair, asshole before turning around toward her coworker. She sighed, folding her arms under her armpits and shaking her head.

“This guy fucking called asking why we thought it was okay to charge three times as much as his old mechanic?! Like dude I don’t fucking know who your mechanic was but he must’a been a shit one if he only—”

And Ellie’s speech was sliced right down the center when the phone rang again.

She huffed, wiping a hand across her face that was somehow already covered in oil and dirt. She noticed this and pulled the reg rag hanging from her back pocket and wiped her hands after answering the phone and shoving it between her ear and shoulder for what felt like the 100th time that day.

“Ellie, how can I help you?” and her tone immediately shifted when she heard the sound of your voice from the other end of the line.

“Hi, um— I came in for an oil change and uh… checked my tires, and you guys charged me $200? I was just calling b’cause um..” and Ellie’s coworker must have seen the look on her face when he whispered to her.

“Same guy?” with his hands pointing to the phone.

She shook her head, mouthing money before she was met with another 50 year old bigot who was either appalled with the prices or calling to tell Ellie off for supporting “that lifestyle”.

“My daughter came in yesterday and you charged her $200 dollars for an oil change?! An— what? Yes! and putting air in her tires! Which is usually free! She came to me after saying how expensive a mechanic was, only to find out you barely serviced her car!?”

“Sir—”

She let out an exhale, shoving the rag back into her pocket before she put the phone on speaker and actually sat down.

“No, I want to talk to your manager.”

“Sir, I am the manager… and we definitely didn’t service your daughters car yesterday. We were cl-.”

“I— no. You’re not listening to me… This is fucking bullshit,” and it was then that she was granted that sweet sweet sound of being hung up on.

“Dick.” her coworker said, leaning against the doorframe before shaking his head slowly.

“What I’m saying..”

Ellie pushed off the stool, her converse padding against the smooth concrete as she made her way toward the small back office that had just enough room for a desk and 2 chairs. Along with a mini fridge that hoarded her snacks and lunch pail.

She opened it from behind her seated position at her desk, leaning over to feel the cool air hit her exposed arm and a portion of her neck. She pulled out a snack along with a bottle of water, cracking it open and letting it settle into her burning chest.

A few minutes later, the knock on her open door made her brows shoot up from the paperwork she had been meaning to fill out all day.

“What’s up?” she asked, without looking up just yet.

Her head had slowly started to turn before her eyes had caught up with her, noticing the look on her coworkers face.

“Someone’s here for you.” is all he said.

Ellie scoffed under her breath and stood from her chair, dragging her feet until she makes her way toward the front counter and is expecting to see Tom, but see’s you there instead.

Along side your dad— who is visually pissed. “You work here?” he spits, coming up to the counter with you trailing slowly behind him.

“Yeah. I’m the manager.” and she prepares herself for the comment, but it comes out in a sigh from you, pinching your eyebrows together with two fingers and dipping your head down.

He turns to look at you before speaking. “My daughter came in here yesterd—”

“Sir— no. We were closed yesterday. Holiday.”

“Hol… what fucking holiday?!”

She sighs. “We were closed. We didn’t service your daughters car. I would have remembered.” and she looks at you when she says it, trying not to let her eyes still on you for too long.

You shuffled in your stance, fighting the low butterflies that started hatching in your stomach.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he looked over his shoulder at you— missing the arrow Ellie had so intentionally shot at you.

“Means I would have remembered.” that’s not what it means.

Ellie would have remembered such a pretty face, and such a sweet voice when you finally spoke up and look up from your phone with a horrored look across your eyes.

“Um… she’s right. I um, called the wrong place. Sorry.”

Your dad was appalled. Floored. Enough so that he draws all his attention away from Ellie and floods you with a tight grip on your arm and speaking with gritted teeth.

“The fucks wrong with you? You embarra…”

It takes the look in his eye when it’s off of Ellie’s face to make her feet shift against the tile floor and quickly make her way toward you. Speaking as her hand reaches out.

“Hey, hey— no. We’re not going that. Let go of her.”

He scoffs before he opens his mouth again. “Mind your business, girl.”

“This is my fucking business. If your coming in here with a problem, it’s mine. And if your coming in here thinking I’m putting up with that… no. Let go of her arm, please.”

“Dad, let go.” you whisper.

It takes the whisper of your voice to loosen his grip on you, leaving a trio of fingerprints against your skin.

“You know.. life would be so much easier for you if you would just find a nice boy. Finally settle down, a nice boy.”

“Dude. I’m gonna have to ask you to get out. We’re seriously not doing this. Get the fuck out of my shop.”

“I tried to be respectful, but that’s a two way street, yeah? Get out of my shop if you can’t use your goddamn manners.

He stared her down… almost as if he thought maybe she was joking.

It had only taken about a minute and a half to make him crack, sending him out the front door with a sigh as he muttered “Fucking bitch,” under his breath.

“I’m sorry about him, he’s…”

“Don’t apologize. He’s an asshole. And he shouldn’t put his hands on you, ever. You’re not a little kid.”

“Yeah… I guess so. Anyway, sorry; for the mix-up.”

Ellie waves her hand and makes a ‘psh’ sound. “Don’t worry about it. How about this? You sign up here and I’ll take a look at your car— no charge… and let me take you out to dinner as payment. That work for you?”

The smile cracks through your lips like a sunrise striking against the backside of a mountain, vibrant and real.

“Yeah, okay. That works.”

Before you know it, you have a new mechanic and a date with the same one next Friday at 6.

[random-writing-panda]

||•~Old Flames Part 1~•||

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x reader  

*not my gif

Warnings: mentions of death, language, dead body(gore? I guess a little)

Word count: 2.4k

Part 2, Part 3, 

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You find out Jason is dead and after Bruce fails to avenge him you take matters into your own hands, its three years after his death a mysterious man in a red hood wants to help you kill the joker.

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You happily wandered up to the gates of Wayne manor and pressed the little call button. “Alfred it me! Can you let me in?” you talked towards the speaker imbedded into one of the columns, they didn’t open, that was strange Alfred would always open the gates immediately, everyone in the manor knew you, you were Jasons best friend you were practically attached at the hip Bruce and Alfred thought it was cute even Dick had made some jokes to the teenagers about how they looked like they were a couple.

“Alfred?” you question and press down the call button again, after a minute the gate slowly swings open and you walk through thinking it was weird how long it took and that Alfred didn’t say anything to you, he would always say hello, you brushed it off perhaps he was just especially busy today, you quickly walked up the driveway excited to spend some time with Jason.

When you reached the doors of the house, they were already open, and Bruce stood there looking somber. You frowned, everything about this visit was strange but you didn’t understand why, in truth you didn’t really care you were just excited to see Jason.

“Hey Bruce, I’m here to see Jason!” You smiled at the older man happily.

“I’m sorry Y/n he isn’t here…” There where so many emotions on Bruce’s face it was impossible for you to read.

"Um okay? When is he getting back? Is he out on-” You cut yourself off, Bruce despised the fact Jason had let their night time adventures slip to you. “business...?"

“No he left and he isn’t coming back y/n…” Bruce was lying. Kids on the streets of Gotham picked up a lot of skills, knowing how to, and when people were bullshiting was probably the most important.

“You’re lying to me. Where is he Bruce?” You were starting to get concerned now, Jason never missed a chance to hang out with you and he would never leave without you. You knew that as a fact. You knew he wouldn’t leave you alone in this hell more than you knew you needed oxygen to breath.

Alfred appeared in the doorway behind Bruce, he looked miserable, like he had been crying? You hated that you were only a teenager, considerably shorter than the two grown men in front of you, forcing you to look up, it felt like you were being scolded by a parent or a teacher.

“Come on this isn’t funny where is Jason?” A small frown started pulling at your features.

Alfred and Bruce shared a look and Alfred nodded at him whispering something into his ear, you couldn’t make it out completely, but it sounded close to ‘she needs to know’.

“Know what? What do I need to know? Is Jason okay!?” You were becoming frantic now, your head craning to look into the manor hoping you would see him standing there pulling another stupid prank on you, you saw nothing.

Bruce sighed deeply and closed his eyes trying to hold back tears. “He’s gone y/n…I told you he’s gone…”

“No! He wouldn’t leave Gotham without telling me!” You walked forward trying to push past Bruce, shoving your shoulder into his ribs, he grabbed you and pulled you back effortlessly.

“He didn’t leave Gotham.”

“Then how is he gone? You aren’t making any sense Bruce.” I look up at him confused, I glace at Alfred hoping he would clear up what was happening, but he was standing there, tears welling up in his eyes, a finger pressed to his nose as he sniffled.

“What happened? Is he hurt?” You look up frantically.

Bruce shook his head and looked like he was trying to find the right words. He was closing and opening his eyes, sighing, and looking around uncomfortably, this was so strange you had never seen him like this he was always just Bruce Wayne the put together cool calm and collected CEO, you’d never seen this man before, he looked…scared?

“Jason is…dead.” His voice was shaking, with pain or fear you weren’t sure, maybe both?

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t breathe it was like every drop of air was ripped from the planet. Jason was dead? No he couldn’t be this was a cruel joke it had to be. Your wide eyes, filled with shock lifted and saw Alfred shedding tears.

“No. No he isn’t. This isn’t a funny joke, Bruce.”

“Y/n I’m not joking… I wish I was joking.” He sounded so defeated.  

“No! you have to be joking because he can’t be dead! He’s a teenager Bruce he can’t be dead he has a life to live!”  

“He is gone y/n. He died.”  

“NO! Stop saying that he isn’t dead! You’re just a liar!” you screamed at him loudly, your face was wet and hot, when had you started crying? There was a ringing in your ears, and you felt like you couldn’t catch a single breath.  

You try to shove past again and again Bruce hold both your shoulders.  

“Y/N! STOP IT. HE ISNT IN THERE BECAUSE HE IS DEAD.” Bruce was screaming just as loud as you, it made you flinch.  

“Master Jason is dead Miss y/n…I’m so sorry…” Alfred finally spoke.  

That was it. You felt your heart snap, the world stopped moving, that was the moment a part of your soul died, April 28, standing in front of the Wayne manor, being told Jason Todd, your oldest closest friend, was dead.

“How…?”  

It was Bruce who flinched now.  

“How?” there were tears rolling down you face in a constant stream, your breaths shuttering, two quick inhales before a shaky exhale. “How Bruce!”  

“The Joker…” He trailed off not giving any more information.  

“Show me.”  

“No Miss you shouldn’t see!” Alfred quickly cut in.

“Show. Me.” You weren’t sure if it was the desperation in you voice, of the devastation on your face but Bruce turned into the hallway.  

“Follow me…” Bruce sighed.  

“Master Bruce, do you think that is wise?” Alfred quickly grabbed his shoulder.  

“If she wants to see, she deserves to see, she knew him better than we did…” Bruce walked through the halls, and you followed his hastily.

Knew, did, it was strange to hear someone talking about him like he wasn’t here anymore, he wasn’t, you reminded yourself.  

As you entered the Batcave Bruce approached a large metal table, a sheet was covering something on top of it, it was soaked with red and brown stains, your feet faltered as you saw it, you mind was telling you, screaming at you to turn away to run and never ever look back. But you had to see, you needed to know what happened, so you slowly approach, your movements were slow and hesitant like how you would approach a cat. When you reached the table Bruce grimaced and pulled the sheet off, he looked down sadly at the boy on the table and you gasped loudly. Your eyes widen and you try to scream but your voice cracks, all that comes out is a loud strangled noise, your knees gave out and you dropped down, clinging to the table, to Jasons dead body.  

His body was in terrible shape, he had been taken out of his robin suit, his chest was bare, dark purple bruises covered a majority of his skin, broken bones poked at his flesh at odd angles, cuts that were covered in blood, most of his skin was burnt, fried would be more accurate, you could tell where his suit stopped some of the fire damage, he didn’t even look like a person anymore, the image would be burnt into your mind forever. Your head was resting against his chest as you clung to his body desperately, violent sobs causing your entire body to shake, you held him tight praying that this wasn’t real but as you turned your head to look at his busted face, you knew he wasn’t waking up.  

You had seen Jason in a rough state pretty regularly, growing up on the streets of Gotham he got into a lot of fights, you and him sitting in the fire escape patching up his split lip, black eyes and bruised knuckles was a casual Tuesday and you turned you head again not being able to bare the sight of him like this, you pressed your face against his torso and closed your eyes tight. You could fix this. Not this time…he was gone, your rock, the person keeping you sane in this crazy city was lying in front of you dead, how could you go on?  

Alfred walked up to you, rubbing your back softly and he glared at Bruce. “Come, miss, lets get you away from this terrible scene…” Alfred gently tried pulling you to your feet but you yank your arm away from him and angrily lift your head, standing by yourself. You looked at Bruce with such hatred and anger, pointing at Bruce you started screaming.  

“This is your fault! If you hadn’t made him robin he would still be here!” you were berating him and he just stood there and took every word.  

“You let this happen! How did you let this happen you were supposed to take care of him! You were supposed to protect him!” you couldn’t even cry anymore there was only anger, fury. Hatred. You hated Bruce, you hated Gotham and more than anything you hated the Joker.  

“You kill him Bruce. You kill the bastard who did this or I will.”  You walked right up to Bruce and shoved his chest.

“Do you understand me Mr Wayne? You fucking kill that bastard.”  

Bruce nodded he seemed just as angry at you, “I am going to kill him.”  

“Promise me. Promise me and Jason that you will kill him Bruce, swear it.”  

“I swear, I will kill the Joker.”  

“Good.” You stormed out of the Batcave fighting not to look back at his body, you couldn’t feel anything you were completely numb, it was like your heart had died along with Jason, you couldn’t even cry anymore.

  ∞∞

It had been a year since Jason’s death, and you had visited Jasons grave every single day, today was different, you arrived at the grave to find Bruce standing there talking.  

“I can’t kill him Jason I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”  

You were furious. “What the fuck do you mean you can’t kill him. You promised me Bruce! You owe that to your son!” you rush up behind him screaming. He quicky whips around.  

“Y/n I-”  

“No Bruce. You made a promise, to me. To him!” I point down at Jason’s grave.  

“I can't! He managed to get diplomatic immunity if I killed him, it would start a war!” He quickly defended himself.  

“I don't care. Bruce, I told you if you don't kill that bastard I will.” You walk to the grave and place down the flowers you were carrying before turning to walk away, Bruce quickly grabs your arm.  

“Y/n you are 16 if you kill him, they will charge you as an adult, you would be throwing away your life!”  

“What life Bruce?! My life ended when you let that man kill Jason, if I killed the Joker, they won't arrest me they’d give me a fucking medal.” you yanked your arm away.  

“I would arrest you.”  

Your eyes widen with shock and amusement. “You would arrest me for doing the job you didn't have the balls to do yourself? Why am I the only one who wants to avenge Jason? I told you what would happen if you didn't kill him. What happens next is on you too Bruce.” I walk away from him.  

∞∞  

You spent the next two years training, building up you skills so that you could finally kill the Joker, he had been back in Gotham a few months now and you were getting antsy, he had spent a lot of the second year in Iran, using his diplomat status to hide from batman, probably still thought he was after him, but as the third year rolled around he started dropping back into Gotham, six months of visits and no Batman, guess he decided he was safe again. How wrong he was. It wasn’t just you that was after him now, apparently there was a new guy in town going by Red Hood and apparently, he hated the clown just as much as you did.    

You are on your nightly hunt, you needed to find the Joker, but the coward was good at hiding, you had been out every night this month looking for him, you almost got him a few weeks back, but the Bat had swooped in a ruined everything as usual, he scared the Joker back into hiding. So tonight, there you were crouched down on a rooftop scanning the city for any sign of him.  

Whoosh…thud.

You heard someone land behind you and you turned ready for another lecture by the Bat but as you faced him you were met with a stranger, a tall man, easily 6 foot and he was strong, his tight suit hiding none of his muscles, a red helmet shielding his face.   “So, you’re the Red Hood? You’re getting pretty infamous around here you know?”  

He chuckles his voice is deep almost familiar, but you chalk it up to sleep deprivation.  

“I’ve been looking for you sweetheart, heard you and I hate the same sad clown.” He takes a step towards you.  

“Yeah I’ve heard the something similar. What’s your problem with him?” You pry.  

“Personal.” He seems annoyed, “What about you darling? Why does such a pretty girl want to kill a man?”  

“Personal.” You snap back at him, if he wasn’t going to talk neither were you. He chuckles again darkly.  

“I think you and I could work together to eliminate a mutual annoyance don’t you think sweetheart?”  

“I don’t work with a partner.”  

“You have to know how good I am though, and I am going to kill the Joker, I imagine you would rather help than let me do it myself.” you could hear his smirk through the mask.  

“Fine. We can kill the clown together…” He was right, you had worked to much, fought to hard to let some new guy take the victory. He walked closer to you holding his hand out.

“So, we kill Joker and part ways?” He held his hand out.

You nod taking his hand and shaking it, “We kill the Joker and part ways.” You agree.

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 Hi Guys so this is my first new fic not a reupload, this is going to have another part or two thank you for the support! I am working a full time job doing like 50 hours a week but ill try and get something out each week<3

[oitommothetease]

Crawlin’ back to you

Pairing: Darkish Peacemaker x reader, Christopher Smith x reader

Description: Porn without plot. Peacemaker fucks - that is the plot. Just a smutty drabble I wrote to get out of this writing slump.

Word count: 655 words

Warning: 18+, Peacemaker being a shit dude, some ass play, this takes place after ep 1. 

Chris didn't know what it was. It definitely wasn't a woman, the creature was well, confusing. And when Chris sat on the road with his beloved Eagly beside him, he realized he was hard. Very hard. After months of being in a hospital bed - his body mistook the adrenaline from the fight for an erection. He needed relief - fast.

And so he went back to the bar where he followed Harcourt and met that woman or whatever the dead creature was. He was a bit careful this time - he wasn't looking for just a woman this time. He wanted to make sure that the woman he would go home with was indeed human. As he looked around the almost empty place, his eyes landed on you. And that was how he found you - sitting alone in the corner.

Stretching and shrugging his shoulders in preparation, he made his way toward you and took a seat in front of you. Chris had always been a cocky bastard, and when others pointed out his toxicity, he always shrugged it as his confidence and their insecurity. Because who wouldn’t want him, right? 

You sighed, suppressing an eye roll as you schooled your glass, ignoring the bulky white man sitting across you. You were really not in the mood for whatever bullshit this guy was going to offer.

“Hey, I -”

You spoke, cutting off his introduction. Yes, you came to this stupid place to get laid - but after being catcalled by multiple men - your aim shifted to finishing the drink and just going home to call it a day. “You know, usually when people sit alone, they wanna be just left alone.”

You looked up at him, gazing into his eyes as you delegated. “Can you go?” You arched a brow and raised your hand pointing away from the table indicating him to leave. God, you wished he would leave without creating a scene.

“Thank you!” you chirped delightedly as he stood up because you honestly didn't think he would listen. But soon your expression changed when he turned around again.

⁓⁓⁓

“Thank you!” you moaned as Chris bounced you on his cock - his hands holding your hips so tightly that you were sure it would scar for days but you were too out of it to even notice - on the verge of your third orgasm.

“Hmm yes,” He hummed, “You're such a good girl. Letting me fuck you and so grateful.”

Chris complimented, but you were out of it to even comprehend that he was saying something, one of his hands leaving your hip to squeeze your breast in his palm - his finger pinching your nipple as he pulled your straddled body downwards with your bud and placed his mouth on your ignored breast - sucking harshly. The hand on your hip loosened as his thumb gently rubbed over your untouched puckered hole.

You hissed as his finger made its way inside your empty hole without any warning, your cunt clenching his dick like a glove and he groaned against your chest. You came. Four times, you think. And after the fifth orgasm, you were squirting, and as you opened your mouth to plead with him to stop - Chris immediately sensed this and freed his hand from your breast to insert two fingers inside your mouth and silence your cries of pleasure. You were thankful for his fingers because the sound that would have come out of you would have been so desperate. You were desperate and all you wanted was more of him. Or were you going to beg him to stop? You couldn’t remember. All you could feel was Chris and how he played with your body like you were his favorite instrument.

That night, the only sound that could be heard in the room were your moans as he fucked your quivering holes and of course, your gratitude as you whispered thank yous over and over again.

[saoirseirose]

Put a label first? (S.G)

pairings: satoru gojo x gn!reader(they/them pronouns used)

warnings: satoru being a major asshole, reader is also an asshole, toxic behavior, implied cheating(not really) mentions of homeless gym-rat, name-calling (whore, for like one time) descriptions of burial(idk if i should put this as a warning but hey, better than being sorry) brief mentions of smut, dry-humping

fluff(??)

(not proofread, sorry not sorry)

wc: what's that lol

fling!gojo who would always send the most confusing signals towards you. the relationship between the two of you is confusing enough by itself, but with satoru and his charms—it's much worse.

fling!gojo who doesn't know how this whole thing started, all he remembers is he met you through a small party—one he surprisingly didn't held. the next thing he knows, his face was buried between your legs, whining like a virgin the whole night until he passed out after one round. though he did remember to snatch your phone while you slept, "subtly" putting his number in and even putting his own nickname to "big dick god", you changed it ofcourse

fling!gojo who would show up at your dorms unannounced, in the middle of the night. he claims it's more convenient that way. he knows you know. you know about his different booty calls—hell, maybe you even befriended some due to the 'similarities' you had. it wasn't a secret that the white haired male was a notorious playboy, going from one girl to another. it shocked you at first, since you assumed he was some virgin after that one faithful night he warmed 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 bed.

fling!gojo who also knows about your shenanigans, the multiple men and women who kept spreading the word about your stamina—he called bullshit, but ofcourse you 𝘩𝘢𝘥 to prove him wrong. yet he self proclaimed that he's the best you've ever had. 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳: he wasn't, yet.

fling!gojo who always sabotages your other 'flings'. whether it's purposely threatening them, to talking shit about you just to turn them off, he always has a plan—for different scenarios, genders, and even age

fling!gojo who got murderous when he heard about this new guy you're possibly dating, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮. what else could it be? another hook-up? did you pay for the guy? is it a one time thing? no, that can't be. the two of you haven't had sex yet, right? not like satoru would know. he definitely didn't move dorms just to press his nosy ear into the wall to hear whatever bullshit you're doing next door with that guy. definitely didn't. he also didn't bribe suguru to run a background check on the guy. why would he? it's not like he's already attached to you or something.

fling!gojo who one-upped his stalking skills, from stalking the guy you're with through social media, to changing classes to 'subtly' spy on him to see if he has any bad intention towards you. he's not doing this to stop you from being hurt, oh no no. he's doing this to expose the guy, to expose the dude and to show you 𝘩𝘦 is the only one right for you. completely sane, this is gojo satoru afterall

fling!gojo who immediately gets 𝘵𝘰𝘰 toxic than usual, whenever he'd come over— it's like he has gone feral. straight up stripping you down and using you as if you're some sort of gloryhole for him. when you brought it up one night, while the two of you laid in bed— he passed it off as "blowing off some steam". you called bullshit.

fling!gojo who finally makes his move, going up to the guy you're being rumoured to be dating— rumoured. the word spread through campus like wild fire, you— another known individual who probably slept with the whole student population, were in a relationship, a serious one. as your other hook-ups were cut off, by you, in an instant and with no hesitation. some were heartbroken as they thought what you had with them was serious, and some were happy knowing you're probably going to settle down before graduation. satoru was neither. he was fuming, confused and nervous. so he does the only thing a rational and sane man would do, he goes straight for the guy's neck.

fling!gojo who dies inside when you don't even try prying him for answers.

fling!gojo who feels stupid thinking you'd chase him and try to fix whatever is going between the two of you. were you fuck buddies? friends with benefits? or was it truly all for sex? no labels? no romantic turns? no attachment whatsoever?

fling!gojo who runs to suguru, ranting to his one and only about you. suguru is definitely shocked, as this was the first time 𝘵𝘩𝘦 satoru gojo cried ranted over someone. suguru thinks it's his karma, and that he should just let his bestfriend jump down a building due to a "heart-break", but he also thinks that's too sadistic of him, so suguru decided to be a way for the two of you to talk again and clear up the small misunderstanding you had.

fling!gojo who berates suguru for not trying enough, it's like he's blaming suguru for this whole mess, once he opened his mouth though—he got punched straight in the face, accompanied by suguru's tight smile.

fling!gojo who can't take it anymore, not when he knows that ryomen is probably making his move on you—not when he's the current loser as he had a huge bruise under his right eye, not when he's stuck in his dorm(the same dorm right beside yours) rethinking his life decisions and with suguru giving him the stink-eye. so he finally gets the balls to get up from the floor he laid, taking in a few intakes of dramatic inhales, and he's out the door with a blink of an eye, turning right to spot your door—he doesn't have the time to think as his knuckles meet the wood, he was knocking, he was 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 knocking. it doesn't take a minute before the door swings open, revealing your much smaller frame to him. though he's the one who feels small as of now

"what do you want" your tone indicates you weren't asking, you were demanding him for an answer. if satoru was like suguru, he would've started apologizing in an instant, stating all of his wrong doings, all of his stupid plans, and all of the messed up things he did.

but he wasn't suguru, wasn't he?

"isn't it obvious?" he spats, cereluen eyes narrowing at you, as if he was trying to intimidate you.

but who was he kidding, this was you, you weren't like any of his booty-calls, you weren't the girls in his dms, begging for an ounce of his attention. you weren't like the random girls at parties who were willing to kiss his feet if he said so.

this was you—you who kept him awake, you—who made him question his own sanity. you—who probably had him wrapped around your fingers without even trying

you

𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶

"the fuck did you just say?" you gasped, offended as he came in your frontdoor— unannounced yet again, and he has the audacity to curse you out?

he didn't even realize he said that outloud, so he gasps along with you

"i meant—let's fuck, now" he plays it off, if it weren't for his wide eyes, and the bead of sweat running down his temple, you would probably ignore what he said earlier

"no"

"𝘯𝘰?"

"𝘯𝘰"

"i told you, we're over— whatever is happening between us, it's over"

"says who?"

"says me"

satoru might've just digged his own grave, bought his own casket, a blue casket to match his eyes, maybe with white decorating the sides to match his hair and his cum—for the girls he left, special for them and them only, maybe even for you if your stupid 'boyfriend' didn't tower you from behind and stood like some sort of high-paid bodyguard.

"and who are you?"

that's it, satoru gojo, december 7th 1987—november 18th 2023, at approximately three in the afternoon, chopped into bits by a cleave held by muscular and tattooed arms, with you watching—probably enjoying it everytime ryomen lifts the blade to bring it down to satoru's pretty face. it would be one hell of a investigation for the police to uncover on how the satoru gojo died.

"don't you think i should be the one asking you that?" sukuna barked, sneering as his grip tightened around the handle of the knife, he originally planned on using it to chop pork, to dice meat and cook it with vegetables as his usual recipe, but maybe just for tonight, the meal would include bits of white hair and firmly diced pieces of human genitalia.

"i'm their boyfriend, got any problem with that pal?"

blue casket, with white lines on the side, a banner, preferably with satoru's best picture—him winking with his signature round shades pulled on his nose just to show off his eyes one last time. usher's song would play—more solemn and less hype as the said casket would descend down the open ground, some dirt staining the casket, and roses would soon follow, white roses ofcourse. satoru would be picky, but he would be too busy being dead to care.

"you're with this punk?" ryomen turns to you, looking over your shoulder to finally acknowledge your presence—you were forgotten for two seconds thanks to the two males towering you.

"not really" you sighed, but it wasn't enough to assure ryomen, so he snaps his eyes back to the cheeky azure eyes taunting at him.

he just bought this cleave, it would be a waste if the blade bends due to how many times he'd use it to chop gojo's body.

"not really?"

"not really"

"what do you want gojo?" you spoke, looking at satoru and catching him glare at the male behind you, before his eyes finally meet yours. he blinks for a second, swallowing the lump in his throat—his adam's apple bobbing up and down. was he seriously nervous?

"let's talk, in private"

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"you—you said talk—" you wheezed out, hitting on satoru's back as he pressed yours on the wall of his dorm, luckily, his roommate was out to do a project satoru has long-forgotten. right now he's too busy biting on your neck—littering marks as his large hands greedily pawed on your waist, then down to your hips, tugging on the fabric of your bottoms.

"we are talking, baby" satoru's smirk stretched on the juncture of your neck, his breath hot as lithe fingers traced the waistband of your pants before tugging it down— a surprised yelp leaving you, and a low chuckle leaving satoru.

he was fully aware of his surroundings, the door barely closed—enough for any passerbys to see your current state, panting, and your pants tugged down your ankles, a pale veiny hand snaked inside your underwear, and the cold air of the airconditioner balancing the heat emitting from both your bodies, and lastly, his boner pressing against his jeans.

it was only then, satoru realized how much of a burden jeans are. he made a mental note to burn each and every one of his jeans after this

he groans, the low rumbling resonating in his chest that was pressed against yours, satoru was determined to invade your personal space, even if it means crushing you down with his weight.

a mewl from you was enough for satoru to start rutting his clothed cock into your thighs, his fingers slipping inside your slicked hole, ripping out grunts from the two of you

"s tight, gonna leave you gaping so that asshole knows you're mine, yeah?"

silence

more silence

you were in the brink of ecstasy, a second away from creaming in his fingers alone, a thrust of his fingers away from finishing. but it all dissipated despite satoru's continuous ministrations, because it was replaced with laughter.

satoru stopped working his fingers, stopped dry-humping you like a touch-starved man. he stopped, stopped breathing and all when he watched you laughing

he should be mad, because it was rare for him to engage in dirty talk(mainly because he's too busy whining and leading the two of you into your climaxes) and whenever he attempts to do so, he ends up sputtering and whining

he should be mad, but he can't bring himself to get angry at you when you're laughing to your heart's content, you're laughing, and satoru might've fell inlove even more

something about the fits of giggles escaping you, your contagious smile, and your shoulders moving as you continued laughing at something he said all the while his fingers were deep inside you

damn, did he really suck at dirty talk?

"why are you laughing?" he croaked out, letting out the breath he didn't even realize he was holding as his eyebrows furrowed, a frown forming in his face

"what—wha" a wheeze "what did you just say?" a snort, then a tear slipping out of your eye as you doubled over to continue laughing

he pouts, staring at you laugh and mock him. "I'm not repeating myself, not when you're laughing at me" he bitterly spoke, for a moment, he forgot what he really said that caused you to ridicule him.

damn you, damn your smile, damn your laugh, just—damn you

"you think ryomen's my boyfriend?"

"he isn't?"

another bundle of laughs, you were snorting at this point, your laughter filling satoru's dorm, and satoru can only wish for it to last, for it to surround the dorm for the rest of his life, maybe even his future house, with you. maybe he'll have to kidnap you just to make his wishes come true.

"he's– oh my gosh i can't— hold on my stomach hurts" you cackled, a hand placed on your side. satoru only scowls, as if remembering two of his fingers were still buried inside you—he curls them up, hitting the spongy spot effortlessly—making you stop laughing temporarily

"motherfu—"

"tell me who he is, or I'm kicking you out of my dorm, dry, and without your undergarment" he threatened. you only rolled your eyes, straightening up to press your back into the wall before speaking

"he's my cousin"

"yeah right as if i'd—" satoru scoffs, before the engines in his brain started to work "what? cousin?"

"yeah dumbass"

satoru stares at you dead in the eyes, trying to see if you're joking, or if you're lying. but you weren't. satoru blinks, once, twice.

"he's your cousin?"

"he's my cousin" you let out a laugh, stopping when satoru curls his finger again. you grabbed his wrist, glaring at him above your eyelashes

"so you're not dating him?"

"do you want me to? because that would be fucked up"

"you and that mouth" satoru mutters, returning a glare as he bit his lower lip "how can i make sure you're not lying?"

"you don't have to, we're not even dating, so why does it worry you that I'm living with my not-yet-proven-cousin-just-because-you-said-so?"

"i can change that"

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mdni banner from @cafekitsune!

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

marie

annie was listening to marie prattle on about some bullshit among her church reading group, distracted by the feeling of Tom's cum seeping into her panties. he'd granted her begging request for a creampie for the first time that morning, and god it felt good to still have a little of him inside her.

annie was surprised by the depth of her feelings for tom. she was excited to talk to him in a way that was adjacent to, but not entirely related to, sex. they were talking all the time lately.

it was nearly christmas, and the city was beautiful and annie felt silly and romantic.

of course, that didn't stop her from being herself, and when she got home from work that afternoon and found robbie and casey having sex in the kitchen, she put her fingers in casey's mouth while she got fucked and told her she was such a good girl, and after robbie unloaded on casey's ass she immediately accepted casey's offer to eat her pussy on the couch, and ran her fingers through robbie's load and tasted it as she pulled casey's hair with her free hand.

by the time annie came, robbie was hard again, and casey whispered into annie's ear "come fuck him with me."

annie was surprised but not that surprised that casey knew about them. she'd sensed immediately that she'd be down with it--this was a girl who had instantly started calling robbie "daddy."

they took turns bouncing on robbie's cock and rubbing each other's clits, cumming repeatedly before sucking robbie off together.

relaxing in bed together after as robbie made them dinner, annie asked casey if she'd ever "accidentally" sent her dad a nude before. "all the time," casey replied, laughing and pulling up some screenshots saved on her phone. she'd taken a fairly tame ass pic in the mirror and sent it to him with the caption, "can't wait for you to fuck my ass later" and he'd replied, "LOL" and then "you have a cute ass but i'll keep my cock in your mom's holes."

"well i sent it by accident but the rejection still stings," she replied.

"haha" he'd replied, "you know you are very hot, you don't need to hear it from me."

"that's true!" she'd replied.

some time later she'd sent another pic of herself smiling topless with cum on her face.

"he missed," her father had replied. annie liked him.

annie got drunk and high with robbie and casey, put on the pair of alicia's panties that she'd borrowed from her house, and sent a picture of them to Tom. "is it weird to sext you with your sister's panties on?"

"good weird," he replied. "what are you doing with them?"

she sent a video of herself masturbating under the panties. he sent back a video of himself stroking his big dick. annie came to the video very quickly and told him so.

"i just came so fast it's embarrassing," she said.

"when can i see you again?" he replied.

"now?" she said.

he came over. she answered the door in just her panties, and he brought her to the couch and pulled them aside, ate her out, and then fucked her hard. he had just cum inside her when his phone rang-- he answered the call with his cock still resting on annie's bush -- alicia was awake and talking.

[adaesc]

Dick Grayson helps you through a breakdown and I think it would be cute if reader and dick danced together after

ty for request anon! <3 I'll try my best!

warnings/content: tooth rotting fluff, anxiety, panic attacks, nightmare, hella angsty

pairing: Dick Grayson x civilian!gf!reader

word count: 1.6k!

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He's never went radio silent like this. Dick had his fair share of missions and adventures where he wouldn't be able to speak, this time he didn't even warn you before he left. This time was different.

You knew sometimes he would go on missions, the vigilante life wasn't for the faint of heart. Being his civilian girlfriend added an unneeded blanket of worry onto the mix. This time was different.

You hadn't had the best day, it was full of stressors. People from work, work itself, and a plethora of other issues had been piling up for a while and it was overwhelming. Looming over you drearily. Not only had life been incredibly difficult as-of-late, but also Dick hadn't been answering his phone. You thought he might have just been busy, trying your hardest not to make assumptions out of nothing.

"This mailbox is full and cannot accept any messages at this time. Goodbye."

It was the 39th missed call. It had been 4 days. You started thinking irrationally, blowing up his phone with texts, calls, facetimes, anything you could do to notify his phone you would do. He never replied to anything.

You were overflowing with stress, anxiety, and worry. You couldn't get yourself to go into work, eat anything, you weren't answering anyone's calls. You mirrored the same thing Dick had been doing for so long. It felt like an eternity waiting for him to say something, for anyone to tell you Dick was okay. Daydreaming of the moment he would come home and you could run into his arms, holding onto him so, so tight. Daydreaming of the moment where he would explain where he had been.

What if he had found someone better? What if he had found the girl of his dreams? Maybe he went back to Babs or Kory?

You knew he wouldn't but what if he did?

You were wallowing in self pity and wailing in anguish. It was so tiring wondering where Dick had gone, wondering about

Having enough of waiting hopelessly to come back, you called his father, Bruce Wayne. Bruce, unsurprisingly, picked up the phone immediately. You had always been the favorite of his sons partners.

"Hello. You've reached Bruce Wayne."

"Hi, Bruce. Excuse me when I ask this, I don't mean to rear my head in where it's not needed but, where the fuck is your son."

"I have multiple, which son are you looking for?" He questioned, puzzled.

"Dick. Where is Dick. He's been radio silent for about a week and I'm worried. He didn't tell me where he would be, and all of a sudden he's just gone."

"I can't confirm his location as of now. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Fuck.." You could feel the tears threatening to pour out of your eyes. Your face was hot, you felt like you were going to melt. Eyes on fire, you let the tears fall for the faintest hope of soothing the pain.

"What do you mean you don't know where he is..? You have all of that fancy tech shit in your cave but can't track your fucking son? This is such bullshit.." You brimmed with despair and anguish, wanting to get off the phone as soon as possible. You didn't think you could handle another word from Bruce. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you went to hang up, before hanging up you heard,

"I'm sorry Y/N."

Lies. There was no way Bruce didn't know where Dick was. He was hiding something from you and you knew it.

-

All of the stress had towered over you. It was not the second week of Dick's disappearance, every night you would stay up late and hope he would swing through the window. He never did.

You came home and Dick wasn't there. Again. It was now the fourteenth day of Dick being gone. You were so exhausted of staying up late, you walked through the door after getting off work and didn't see him. Immediately you started crying hot tears, it felt like hot lava streamed down your face. You didn't bother doing anything but slamming the door shut and walking to your room. Dropping face down on the pillow, sleep immediately took you. Coddling you in it's arms, you embraced it.

You woke up, stale-faced from tears, immediately rubbing your face to get rid of the evidence of your sorrow. Checking the alarm clock you saw the time. 3:37 A.M. The spot next to you on the bed empty. You couldn't help but weep. You balled up, knees to your chest in fetal position, you took a tight clutch onto your arms, digging your nails into the warm flesh. You bawled for what felt like forever.

Your mind was running faster then a freight train, all of your thoughts and doubts and overthinking ran by in a whirlwind. You didn't know what to make of yourself. You knew you were a mess, you knew your hair wasn't brushed and shaggy, you knew your eyes had bags under them and your makeup was ruined, you knew you had let this mess swallow you whole, transforming you. You knew all of this yet, what could you do? Dick had left you. No doubts about it, you knew he went back to Babs, Kory, maybe someone even better. The doubts you had since you and Dick got together were rearing their ugly heads.

You let go of your arms and went to tug on your hair, balling your fists up into the strands. Nothing felt real. Dick leaving didn't feel real. Bruce not knowing where he was, didn't feel real. You didn't feel real. You needed some confirmation that you were there and you were real, so you grabbed your hair and pulled it, bawling, crying, screaming. You didn't think Dick would come back. He was gone, and you wouldn't lay your eyes upon him unless it was with another.

*Creaaaaak*

"....Y/N?"

Your head slowly turned to your bedroom window.

"....Dick?"

You stared blankly at him, you didn't have the energy to hug him, how could you after what happened?

You didn't need to say anything for him to know what you wanted. He walked over to you, sitting on the bed, and pulled you into his chest. He laid your head onto his chest and put his head on top of yours, petting your back with one of his hands and playing with your hair in the other.

You said nothing. Dick knew you were mad, but that was for you and him to talk about later. He just kept on petting your back and playing with your hair. He whispered sweet nothings and "I'm sorry" over and over to you.

"Y/N, baby, I'm so fuckin' sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am." He pulled your head out of his chest and made eye contact with you, "Please, I know I fucked up, I'm so, so, so sorry. Please say something, I'll explain just please talk to me"

You spoke up.

"...I was worried sick for you Dick. I called you so many times and I didn't get a voicemail or anything, Bruce didn't even know where you were. You just went ghost. Gone. Completely silent." You knew you were crying and sniffling, but it didn't matter.

"I know, trust me I feel like shit." He sighed, he knew how disappointed you were in him, "Cobblepot has been sneaking gun shipments in from Blüdhaven. I had to do a mission completely radio silent so we could pinpoint the origin of the guns and take down the manufacturer or whoever was selling them to Cobblepot under the table. I would never have left you like that on purpose, I promise. Bruce knew where I was going but couldn't tell you. I wanted to keep you safe, Y/N. I wouldn't have just left you like that, I love you. Please forgive me, I know I worried you and I can't apologize enough, if you want to leave or need a few days I won't blame you. Just please know I would never do anything on purpose to hurt you." He was starting to cry, you could see the tears in his glassy, blue eyes.

You let out a slight, awkward-yet-approving laugh. You forgave him but couldn't find the words to say. So you grabbed him cheek with your hand and pulled his face close, angling it to kiss him. Kissing him lovingly, the worry still prevalent yet faded, he kissed back. He knew this was a sign you forgave him and went along with it. It was caring and loving, a way of showing you accepted his apology.

"Yeah, I forgive you. You're still a dick, Dick. But I forgive you." Both of you giggled.

He stood up and grabbed your hands, bringing you to your feet. Pulling you into a short hug, you were shocked when he put one hand on your waist and put yours on his shoulder, connecting your shared remaining hands in a tight hold. Securing Waltz formation.

"Dick you can't be serious." The tears in both of your eyes still drying, you both let out a stifled laugh

"As serious as ever." He started to sway both of your bodies and dragging his feet on the floor, copying the footwork you two knew oh so well from the annual Wayne gala's or charity events.

You both danced to no music, the only sound filling the room was the shared laughter you both exclaimed brightly. You kept on dancing in Waltz formation for what felt like forever. There was no music to ensure you're rhythm, but you didn't need any. With Dick, you two could just connect to the music, it was a way to spice up the Gala's that you both shared. It was a burst of sunshine, a glimmer of hope in the abyss you had been in recently.

Dick was home.