#and they had better motherfucking listen i swear to god

[fj-is-a-dumbass]

this morning i got a VERY rude awakening with the absolute pile of half-finished garbage that is the new mobile discord update.

so! i did what i do best, and wrote a MASSIVE wall of text explaining in detail every single reason why it sucks, and also, i might or might not have jabbed the board or whoever is in charge of the company making stupid and incredibly dumb decisions LOL (whoever it is clearly has never touched a phone in their LIFE)

if you can, please go give my feedback on the shitty mobile update a positive vote!

[paradiseprincesss]

please, please, please | jonathan crane

please please please by sabrina carpenter has been playing in my head nonstop...and the music video? that has jonathan crane and his gf written ALL over it. also i promise I AM WORKING ON REQUESTS i swear.

summary: you warn jonathan not to embarrass you at your dinner party — you know how he is sometimes. thankfully, disasters were avoided during dinner and as a reward, you let him try something new in the bedroom with you that he's been wanting to do.

warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, sex toys (butt plug), anal but only using the toy lol, jonathan kills someone, talk of dead bodies lmfao? mdni 18+ only

word count: 3.9k

masterlist

"what did you do?!" you whisper yell at jonathan, who was currently staring at you with hearts in his eyes and a sheepish smile.

"i didn't know he was going to react this way, swear it," he says quietly, "i just wanted to see what a concentrated dose would do."

you look at the man slumped over on your apartment couch, seemingly dead. you turn your head to jonathan silently, looking at him incredulously as he kept that sheepish smile plastered on his face.

your boyfriend, doctor jonathan crane, had "accidentally" — that's what he claims — murdered your electrician with a too high dose of his fear toxin. he swore that he had thought some man had broken into your house and he was only trying to protect you; which yes, you found sweet, but there was also the issue of the now dead electrician in your living room.

"i swear baby," he says with his hands up defensively, "i thought he broke in."

"i told you that the electrician was coming by today!"

jonathan laughs awkwardly for a moment, but he pulled you close and gave you a little kiss on the forehead. "i'm sorry darling. don't be mad, please."

you let him pull you close, relaxing into his touch, "jonathan, what are we supposed to do with his body? we have dinner guests coming over in less than two hours."

"i got it," he assures you, "don't worry. i'm sure if i just hide his body in the meantime, nobody will notice."

you groan, wriggling out of his grasp as you leave him to it. you get ready, doing your makeup and hair, before picking out on outfit for your dinner party.

you and jonathan recently moved in together, and though you had been dating for quite some time, he hadn't really met your friends all that much. sure, he'd seen them a handful of times, but you wanted your friends to get to know him better — i mean hey, they had asked to.

honestly, you thought you had good judgement and you thought you had good taste. i mean, you managed to snag a handsome, intelligent, financially stable doctor; what else could a girl ask for? and look — yes, you may of had a small, tiny, little track record of dating mentally unstable, dangerous, and wild men but you swore jonathan was different.

he wasn't unstable, dangerous and wild. no, no, no — he was calculated, precise and a murderer! three totally different traits than what you usually go for.

"look at you, baby," jonathan cooed as he watched you walk into the kitchen, "you're the prettiest, my god."

you blush, shaking your head bashfully as you pull him into a kiss, admiring his every feature. "i love you, jon."

"i love you, too."

"but listen to me," you say softly, trying your hardest to sound menacing, "you're a doctor — so act like one. please don't kill one of our guests or anything."

"only for you, darling." he says with a smile, hands resting on your hips.

the doorbell to your apartment rang, and you made your way to the door with jonathan, hand in hand. "oh, and one more thing," you say quickly reaching to unlock your front door, "i beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker."

jonathan holds back a laugh at your not-so-threatening threat as you let your friends in, and the night goes by without a hitch. you don't know where jonathan has hid the dead body in your apartment, but you don't care as long as your guests don't fucking find it.

"it was great getting to see you two again. you guys are so wonderful together. congratulations on the new place, by the way!" your friend tells you as you all wrap up dinner, a few of the other dinner guests still finishing off their wine.

"thank you!" you gush, smiling happily, "we really love it here, right jonathan?"

"yes, darling. it's quite lovely, isn't it?" he replies softly, caressing your hand with his.

"your patio is gorgeous, by the way — great view of the city. we should have a drink out there, it's still early!" another one of your guests suggests, and jonathan shoots you a look.

oh, so that's where he hid the body — on the fucking balcony where anyone could see.

"o-oh!" you stammer, "um, you know, the summer weather is great. wonderful, really — but like, isn't the inside of our brand new apartment just so lovely, too? like look at our new ceiling fan — wow."

your friend looks at you with a confused expression, and she laughs a little awkwardly. "yeah totally, the interior design is so...great."

"yeah, so i have a fun idea," you say rather enthusiastically, to which jonathan has to look away to stop himself from laughing, "maybe let's stay inside? i know your craving some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice."

"darling," jonathan interrupts softly, smiling at you then looking at your friends, "why don't we just schedule a time another day to have drinks all together? i'd love to keep the night going, but i'm afraid i have to work particularly early tomorrow at the asylum."

everyone "ahh'd" in union as they respected what he did for work — he was one of gothams finest, most renown psychiatrists, after all. surprisingly, tonight it was jonathan saving you from slipping up instead of you coming to save him.

as your dinner guests left one by one, you shut the door and locked it as you turn to jonathan with a sweet smile. "thank you for that, i wasn't particularly planning on my friends seeing a dead body out on the balcony tonight."

"relax, baby," jonathan cooed, "i told you i'd handle it, right?"

you look up into your boyfriends beautiful, pale, blue eyes — for someone so notoriously dangerous, he sure was gentle and sweet with you. of course, jonathan did have a soft spot for you and you only.

he would openly admit it, too.

"right, sorry," you whisper as he leans down from his towering height to kiss you, "i trust you."

he hums in satisfaction, then captured your lips in a kiss. his gentle hands roamed across your body, and suddenly, jonathan was pulling you flush against him. through broken kisses and breathless panting, his hand found it's way to your neck. when he gave it a light, experimental squeeze, you moaned into the kiss — he knew this was exactly how to get you going.

"go to the bedroom," he commands softly, "and be ready when i get there, darling."

you look at him inquisitively for a second, but as soon as he raises a brow; you don't ask any questions. he goes into the living room to rummage around for something, and you make your way into your shared bedroom.

you slip out of your evening attire, keeping the lacy, black, intimate lingerie you had underneath on as you patiently wait on the bed for your boyfriend. after a few moments, he returns with something in his hands — a small, dainty, pink gift box with a white ribbon adorned around it.

"i was good for you tonight, right darling?" jonathan asked softly, handing the pink gift box over to you as you start to unravel the bow on top.

"of course you were." you sigh, smiling dopily at him.

he hummed as you opened the box and your eyes went wide, "well, now i want you to be good for me, baby."

inside the dainty, pink, gift box was a butt plug, and on the end of it was a shimmering, baby pink, sparkly gem. "jonathan," you blush profusely, "y-you wanna do...?"

"i just want you to try it out while i fuck you, darling. see how it feels — it's an experiment i've been wanting to try out with you for a while." he says lowly, watching you like a hawk as you took it out of the box.

"i've never done anything...there." you say shyly, and he kisses you gently; of course he'd see sex as a way to experiment.

this was a man of science we're talking about, after all.

"that's alright," he assures you with a quiet chuckle, "i'll guide you through it, okay? you trust me, don't you?"

"yeah," you giggle, "okay — fine, but just this once."

jonathan eyed you down in your black, lacy lingerie as you shuffled around on the bed, bending over as you reached for the lube in the bedside drawer. he had to stop himself from groaning aloud when he saw your already wet cunt soaking through your undergarments — all bent over and needy for his fat cock.

you tossed the bottle of lube over to the side of the bed, crawling over to jonathan as his eyes turned three shades darker at the sight. after you crawled into his lap, he slowly unhooked your very lacy, very see through bralette, slipping it right off your shoulders.

his hands immediately came to paw at your tits as you rested your head on his collarbone, leaning back at the feeling of his strong hands tweaking your perked up nipples.

"jonathan," you breathlessly moan, "please."

"be good for me, baby — be patient." he whispered against your ear, nipping it lightly.

his feather light touch traced down, further and further until he got to your underwear. his fingers hooked into the lace trim, gently and ever so slowly helping you out of the undergarment. you felt your breath hitch lightly as the cold air hit your bare, soaked core, and you leaned further back into jonathan.

jonathan — who by the way, was still fully clothed — swiped two fingers through your dripping folds gently, causing you to jump at the sudden pleasurable feeling. "you're soaked," he noticed, placing a kiss down your neck, "i've barely touched you."

"i-i know," you whimper, "but—"

"i bet you liked it when i said i wanted to experiment on you, hm? did that turn you on, darling? knowing that i'm studying your every reaction to my touch?"

you bit your lip as he spoke, cutting you off as you whimpered under his touch. yes — he was on the dot with his assumptions and observations. sure, you'd never used a butt plug before but hey, if it was with jonathan, you were pretty much down for anything.

"yes," you admitted breathlessly, "fuck, jon."

it was strange — the thought of him studying you during sex in such a...clinical way. it was a major turn on for you, in fact, you didn't know if you'd ever been so turned on before. jonathan proceeded to slowly insert a finger into your drooling hole, causing you to let out a choked moan.

"yeah, you're fucking dripping." he observed, peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders as you relaxed your head onto his. after he fucked you with one finger for no more than a minute, he was suddenly inserting another — it was no issue though, you were so wet that his second finger slipped in without resistance.

you arched your back instinctively, letting out choked, breathless moans as you whimpered his name sweetly. it was like music to jonathan's ears — hearing you fall apart as he carefully, slowly, and precisely turned you into nothing in just mere minutes.

"s-so close!" you squeaked out, and jonathan was suddenly drawing his fingers out of you, causing your jaw to drop and you to turn around to look at him with disbelief.

"i know," he cooed, "now, turn back around and get on all fours. face down, ass up."

you looked at him with surprise, but jonathan was always in control in the bedroom — this wasn't new by any means, but it sure was hot. listening and hanging onto his every word, you do as he asks, getting on all fours as you hear him shuffle around behind you.

with your ass up and your pretty face down, you bite your lip as you hear the pop of the lube bottle cap being opened. you gasp quietly as you feel a foreign, cold, silicone texture poke at your ass — it was almost embarrassing how wet this was making you.

"look at how wet you're getting, and i haven't even put the toy in your ass yet." jonathan chuckled lowly, feeling his cock straining so hard against his pants that he thought the zipper might pop open.

"s-shut up." you try to retaliate, but it comes out more like a broken, desperate plea.

"m'gonna push it in now, okay? not all the way, i promise i'll be gentle — and slow." jonathan says softly, his voice easing your nerves.

though you wished you could see his face, the thought was soon wiped from your mind as you felt the silicone toy being pushed into you, stretching your ass out. thankfully, it wasn't painful. it felt uncomfortable at first, but the more he pushed, the more you got used to the stretch.

"how's it feeling, baby?" jonathan asked lowly, watching your glistening cunt clench around nothing.

"s'okay," you respond, "is it almost all the way in?"

"almost, just a little more to go. you look so good like this, darling. letting me do whatever i want to you, and you just take it like a good girl."

his words made your cheeks burn, and you whine as you felt him give the toy one more gentle push into your ass. it felt good, surprisingly, but it also felt full. you felt full.

"is it hurting?" jonathan asked with concern, and you shook your head no, finally looking behind you as you saw his face.

his cheeks were dusted with a pink colour, and his lips looked plush. he was extremely turned on — that much was obvious with just the way he looked. your eyes trailed down to the tent in his pants; he was so hard it looked like his trousers were about to rip.

"feels really full, though," you giggle softly, "i'm guessing you like the view?"

"god, baby," he groans, "i wish you could see what i'm seeing right now — your ass up with a pretty, pink gemstone in it. all stretched out and waiting for me to fuck your pretty little cunt, hm?"

"mm, y-yeah." you moan as he reaches for your hips, gently turning you onto your back as he pushes you into the soft pillows.

the butt plug still felt a little odd to you as you switched positions, now laying on your back, but it felt good at the same time. as your mind was focused on the feeling of that, you look back up at jonathan to see him desperately trying to undress himself. as controlled and precise as the doctor was — he was a needy mess when it came to you.

"hurry up, doctor crane," you tease, biting your lip as he huffs, clearly affected by your little comment, "i'm so fucking wet—"

"i'm gonna fuck you till you can't think anymore," he interrupted, his voice strained, "you're going to be so full with my cum."

his suit jacket was long gone, and now so was his white button down and tie. his trousers had seemingly disappeared somewhere as well, and his leaking, hard, veiny cock sprung free, hitting his stomach lightly as he took it out.

within seconds, your legs were spread for him. pupils blown wide.m jonathan was positioned between your legs, the tip of his cock rubbing up against your dripping cunt, and you whined when he teased your folds. "how does it feel?" jonathan asks softly, just barely putting the head in, "you feel nice and full, darling? all stretched out?"

"s-so full," you pant, "but i need your cock — so badly."

he smirks to himself; his ego clearly being stroked with the way he had you, his beautiful girlfriend, in bed begging for him and letting him do whatever he pleases to any of your holes.

with a sudden thrust, he slid into you with ease from how slick your cunt was, and you gasped at the feeling of his cock filling you up. jonathan set a moderate pace; not too fast but not too slow, either.

"does it feel good, baby? having both your holes all stuffed?" he asks, fucking into you gently as you struggled to speak.

"y-yes!" you said to him, voice shaky, "feels so good, f-fuck—"

jonathan continued to thrust his thick cock into your tight, wet hole and within seconds, you were cockdrunk. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned his name over and over, incoherently begging for something. you weren't sure what exactly you were begging for, but as long as you were begging — jonathan was satisfied.

this is how he liked you — fucked out and willing to do anything for him. to be fair, he would do absolutely anything (and i mean anything, including murder), for you too. you were his girl, his everything, what he needed in his life — so naturally, nothing was off the table when it came to what he'd do for you.

but nothing beat the feeling of you submitting to him like this.

"god, you're already close, aren't you, my love?" jonathan asked softly, picking up his pace as his cock brushed up against your walls.

he was right — you were close. the way his thick, veiny cock stretched you open while you were stuffed with a toy in your other hole had you feeling ready to tip over the edge in just seconds. "insatiable," jonathan commented as he plowed into you faster and harder, "that's what you are, darling. look at my needy girl; she needs all over holes filled and stretched, all the fucking time."

his filthy, degrading (but also very hot) comments tipped you over the edge, and before you knew it — you were coming undone all over his cock as he groaned. a plethora of whines and pleas left your lips, but you were so gone from the way he was fucking you stupid, you didn't even realize what was said in that moment.

before you could register what was happening, jonathan pulled out of you quickly. he flipped you onto your stomach, being quite gentle with you, as he grabbed onto your hips, indicating he wanted you to be on all fours again. understanding what he was asking, you did what you knew to do — be face down, ass up.

"jesus," jonathan groans from behind you, giving your ass a light spank, "fuck, look at that."

you whine at the gentle spank he gave you, and his fingers brushed up against your other hole, where the butt plug was sitting. "j-jon," you whined, "please."

you heard him chuckle lowly, his cock brushing up against your folds once more as he slowly split you open on his cock. he was enjoying this far too much — the sight of you with that pink gemstone in your ass and the way your cunt took his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust? it was driving him insane.

"fucking beautiful," he groaned, "h-how'd you manage to get even tighter, baby?"

"f-feels so good, oh m-my god!" you started to scream into the pillows as one of jonathan's hands snaked down and started to rub at your clit.

as you were about to cum from the way he was rubbing your sensitive clit, he removed his hand which caused you to whine. he chuckled softly from behind you, fucking you into the mattress so deep and rough, you were for sure going to be sore for the next week to come.

suddenly, you gasped as your cunt started to flutter around jonathan's length. his hand that was previously on your clit, was now toying with the butt plug, teasingly pushing it in and out gently. he didn't pull it out all the way, but just ever so slightly — just enough so that every time he pushed it back in, you'd feel so full again.

"are you about to cum, baby?" jonathan asked sweetly, "are you about to cum on my cock?"

"f-fuck, yes! yes!" you screamed as jonathan fucked you even faster.

"s-shit, me too," he groaned, "come now, baby — fuuuck!"

as your vision went white and you creamed his cock, jonathan gave you a few more harsh thrusts before he spilled his cum into you. hot ropes of cum covered your walls, filling your hole up completely.

as both of you were coming down from your intense highs, jonathan pulled out after a moment. his cum started to leak from your cunt, and he took two fingers to push it back in — causing you to whine at the sensation.

his demeanour changed the second you two weren't fucking anymore — he was soft, doting, and loving towards you as soon as he cleaned you up. he helped you into his arms, pulling you close as the two of you curled up under the sheets in the crisp, cool, air-conditioned bedroom.

"that was something," jonathan says, being the first one to break the silence, "did you like it? i didn't hurt you, right?"

"no, you didn't hurt me at all, baby," you laughed softly, kissing him on the cheek, "and yeah, it was really ejoyable."

"i see. well, i'm glad you enjoyed it, darling." he smiles at you lovingly, pulling you into a gentle, passionate kiss.

as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you looked up at your devoted boyfriend with the most loving, adorable, and kind look that jonathan had ever seen. "i love you, jonathan. that was fun."

"i love you too, darling," he says, but he pauses before getting up with a sigh, "i'm sorry to cut this moment short, my dear, but i do believe that i have a certain...body to dispose of in a timely manner."

"you and your pillow talk, jonathan. it never seizes to amaze me — last week it was about that patient you terrorized at work and this week, it's the dead electrician on our balcony." you said with a small smile, biting your lip as you teased your deranged, doctor boyfriend.

"well, all i can say is that i'm lucky to have you in my life, my dear." he said softly, looking at you with those gorgeous, pale, icy blue eyes of his. "i truly do love you."

as he turned around to look at you once more time before leaving the bedroom to go deal with the body on the balcony, you smile at him sweetly. he had his bodies on the balcony and you had your skeletons in your closet — you just understood him.

everyone has their ghosts, right? and plus, as long as nobody else knew about the whole scarecrow and murderer thing, then it would be fine. it would aways be fine.

"i truly love you too, jonathan," you said after a moment, and you could've sworn that you saw the scarecrow himself start to blush, "but if you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me."

he shakes his head on his way out — presumably to dispose of the body in ways you didn't really want to know of. jonathan's voice called out back to you as he made his way to the balcony doors.

"noted, my love!"

@girlinterrupted505 @ciriceimpera @jordyn-yeager @thevelvetvampyre @galactict3a

@xanaxiii @nocturnest @psylrd @bloodandglitter207 @humbuginmybones 

@oceanstem @futurefamousdeadmusician @jonathancraneslittlepet @dolleyednymphette @kpopgirlbtssvt 

@ll4n4 @ilovetoxicfictionalmen @the-buddy-things @ellebelleshelby @wiseyouthinfluencer 

@aprilsfrog05 @minedofmoria @strangeobsessed @5tud10-54r4h @franzine-xii @stsrfujid

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 38

Synopsis : Reader listen to the leaked track in which Em mentions her.

Tags : angst

You stared at Marshall for a couple of seconds, in complete and utter disbelief. He seemed terrified. You had seen this look more often that you liked to admit. The very look that said he was guilty of something he definitely wasn’t proud of. You had first seen it the you fount out about him sending armed guys to threaten the rapper who had referred to you in a diss track, when he had admitted to threatening Josh, when you overheard Tracy mentioning blowing him in London… He stared at you, nervously biting his lip, not saying a word.

- Is it true ? You asked. Did-did you really name-drop me on a track ?

- I… It wasn’t supposed to be heard, he said. By anyone. Ever.

- What track is it ?

- Doesn’t matter, he said. Babe, I swear to God, it doesn’t matter. I… I have to call my team. We need to get that shit removed.

- You really are stupid, aren’t you ?! Jamal asked with a sardonic laugh. It dropped last night. It’s been listened to millions of times, reposted everywhere.

- I want to listen to it, you said.

- No you don’t, they both said at the same time.

- If my name is mentioned on a stupid track, I deserve to know ! You argued.

- Babe, please don’t, Marshall pleaded. Please.

- Don’t ‘Babe’ me, right now, you said. Jamal, give me your phone. I want to listen to it.

- Y/N, no… I hate to agree with this motherfucker, but… Don’t listen to this shit, Jamal said.

- That motherfucker’s still your boss, Marshall groaned. You better-

- Wait until I shove a drum machine up your ass, your friend shot back.

They stared at each other, looking as if they were about to hit each other. You didn’t care for either of their arguments. You didn’t need any of these grow men babying you and you deserved to listen to this damn song. You sighed and ran up the stairs to grab your phone. If the track had already gone viral, you’d find it pretty easily. As soon as you started to walk, they both followed you and tried to argue but you slammed the bedroom door in their faces and locked it behind you. You heard them yell at each other and sighed.

- Y/N, come back, Jamal said.

- Baby, open the door, please, Marshall asked.

You sighed and simply started to play the song. As soon as the first notes started playing, you heard complete silence. For an agonizing four minutes, you had to listen to your boyfriend, the man you loved, who said he’d always have your back, assassinate your character. You felt complete disgust, similar to the first time you had heard « Kim ». It wasn’t that the song was bad - on a technical and lyrical level, it was probably excellent - but knowing that these lyrics were about an actual person, about you, made you feel sick. He was describing nothing less than a torture scene, rapping about sequestering you in order to avoid a breakup, painting a scene in which he hurt you physically, going as far as impregnating you and making you abort with a butcher’s knife. The whole thing was horrendous and you thought you were about to faint when you heard your name, your actual name. It was impossible. It couldn’t be. This had to be some sort of nightmare. To make it worse, you had the urge to check the Internet’s reaction. Everyone seemed to be out there, celebrating « Eminem going back to his Shady era » or whatever that was. A few people seemed shocked but, in majority, fans seemed to be here for it. To add to the nightmare, people were linking the name in the song - yours - to the pictures that had leaked a year ago. The pictures of you in lingerie, that the Internet seemed to have forgotten - was back. It made you sick to your stomach. You felt vulnerable, like a prey. Your face, your name, your body were out there for people to make fun of. You were starting to feel dizzy so you laid on the bed, trying to breathe. You kept on listening to the song, hoping to hear another name than yours. Any other name. But each and every time, it was your name that came up. You heard the guys knock on the door, begging you to open. After a couple of minutes, you shakily opened, tears streaming down your face.

- I’m so sorry, Marshall said as he tried to pull you in his arms. Baby, I am so, so sorry…

- DO NOT TOUCH ME ! You screamed as you pushed him away.

- Baby, le-let’s talk, he begged. Please, Y/N. You have to know it-

- Tell me it’s a fake, you pleaded. Please tell me it’s AI or something.

- I’m so sorry, he said.

- Please tell me you didn’t write this, you continued. That you didn’t mention my name.

- Y/N, I- I didn’t mean to, I swear, he said.

- You didn’t mean what ?! You asked as you screamed. You didn’t mean to make a beat ? Didn’t mean to write the lyrics and then take the time to record the whole thing ?!?!?!

Your chest was heaving and you were full-on bowling. Marshall was standing in front of you, too close for comfort. He extended an arm to reach for you but you slapped his hand away as soon as he tried to touch you.

- Touch her again and I’m throwing you out the window, Jamal threatened.

- Fuck, Marshall said. Talk to me, Y/N. Please talk to me. Please look at me.

- I… I need to leave, you said.

You started running down the stairs and opened the door. You were in your pajamas, barefoot but at least you got some fresh air in your lungs. The skin on your face was burning, so were your eyes. You tried to focus on the air filling your lungs, trying to regain some composure. After a couple of minutes, you felt a had on your shoulder and immediately recognized Jamal’s.

- Hey sis, he said sheepishly. You holdin’ up ?

- I can’t believe he did this, you said. Have you heard that track ?!

- I have, he said. That’s why I came.

- That’s the most disgusting track I have ever heard, you replied. He… He fucking name-dropped me. And all these comments online…

- I know, Jamal said. I know.

- It’s vile. It’s disgusting. It’s… It can’t be true.

- I know, he simply repeated.

You started crying again and he engulfed you in a big bear hug. You had been hurt before, but no pain compared to this. You felt betrayed and humiliated. You kept on crying in Jamal’s arms, still not believing the man you loved had done this.

- Get in the car, Jamal said.

- Why ? Where are we going ? You asked.

- Home, he said. You really want to stay here ? With him ? After he did that ?

- I guess not, you shrugged. Wait… I have to take some clothes with me.

- Get in the car, I’m taking care of it, he said.

He opened the car and you sat in the passenger seat while he got back to the house. A few minutes later, you heard him come out of it, arguing with Marshall.

- Let me talk to her, he begged. I can explain.

- She doesn’t want to talk to you, man, your friend said. Leave her alone or I swear to God I will end you.

- Jamal, please, he pleaded. You know I would never hurt her. You know I love her.

- What I know is that you used one of my fucking beats to rap about torturing my fucking sister ! Jamal roared.

Your friend got in the car and drove you to his house, where Talia greeted you with a long hug. The three of you sat at the kitchen table and they encouraged you to eat some breakfast while you discussed the horrendous track.

MARSHALL’S POV

He didn’t hear of Y/N for a whole week. In the meantime, he heard from a lot of people, though. A few hours after she left the house in Jamal’s car, he got a phone call from Paul, who chastised him as if he were a teenager. The manager came to visit him and they sat in the living room, in order to work things out, on Paul’s insistence. As far as he was concerned, he only cared about Y/N and how he could get her to talk to him. As soon as he arrived, Paul examined his face.

- Did she hit you ?! He asked with a hint of surprise. Wouldn’t have thought she’d be this strong..

- Jamal did, he replied curtly.

- You might be lucky, then, Paul said. Is Y/N here ?

- Left with him, he mumbled.

- Never thought I’d say that, but I’m actually grateful she didn’t sign the NDA or put the addendum she talked about, Paul commented. Might have taken you to the cleaners…

- Paul, no offense, but I don’t give a fuck, Marshall said. My girlfriend left and won’t answer my calls. For all I care, she can take all of my money and full ownership of the label.

- Thank God It’s not happening, Paul groaned. I think we should talk about it, though. Because you seem to have set the Internet on fire.

- I don’t know what happened ! He finally snapped. We argued, I went to the basement studio and recorded that shit out of spite, because I was fucking pissed and scared after an argument. I have no fucking idea how this shit leaked !

- I’m sure we can find someone who can trace the leak, Paul said. But we have other issues. I have people calling me asking for statements from you. The Internet is truly ablaze. That’s some shock value right here.

- You say that as if it were a good thing, Marshall commented.

- If there’s someone who can make something good out of it, it’s you, the managed pointed out. It’s a leak but we might use it to our advantage. Slim Shady being back again. Maybe there’s an album concept…

- I don’t care about Shady, I want Y/N, Marshall roared. And I want the head of whoever leaked that shit ! I’m not using it to my advantage, I’m not promoting it and I’m not giving anyone a fucking statement !

They discussed for about an hour. Paul was a long-time friend and understanding of the situation. He knew more than anyone that Marshall was prone to using recording as a cathartic exercise and that some songs were not meant to be shared. In the past, they’d had to deal with leaks and, though each one had been a colossal pain in their asses, none was as bad as this one. Leaks were usually bad for business but, so far, none of them had destroyed his personal life. This one might as well do the trick, though. He had recorded it right after their argument, when Y/N would not speak to him and it was nothing but the result of his mind going to the darkest of places. Something shameful, using words to convey anger instead of sadness and fright. In a way, this was no different from the Kim track : him using violence on a track in order to express his obsession for the person he loved the most.

- So we agree, no statement ? Paul asked. No promotion ?

- If we put out anything, that should be a public apology to Y/N, Marshall said. I went on Twitter quickly… Have you seen that shit ?! Her picture, her name, they’re fucking everywhere and it’s my fault. I fucked up.

- At least, when you rapped about killing Kim, there was no social media, the manager agreed. Look, if that’s what you want, we can put a statement. I should warn you it might be pretty damaging, because a lot of people might not take kindly to you backtracking on something like this, but if you feel like we have to do this… We will.

- Really ? You’re not suggesting that we feed Y/N to the wolves ? Marshall asked sarcastically.

- I know I’ve been hard on you about your relationship with her, Paul said. But I also know that you usually put in your best work when she’s around. As your manager, I don’t think it would be strategic to publicly apologize to her. But as your friend, I want you to be happy. And I know she’s turned you into a better person. The whole team does.

- Thanks man, he replied.

They were interrupted by the noise of the front door opening. He quickly jumped from the couch, hoping to see Y/N coming home, and that he would finally be able to talk to her. Instead, he was met with Hailie’s angry gaze.

- Hay, he said. What are you doing here ?

- What do you think I’m doing here, Dad ? She asked. I’ve come to ask you for an explanation. Stevie and Alaina are on the way too.

- I take it that it’s about the track…? He asked.

- Of course it’s about the track ! She almost yelled. I can’t believe you did that !

- It’s a leak, he tried to explain. It wasn’t meant to come out or be heard by anyone. Ever.

- Still, she said. Y/N is a mess. She’s being harassed on social media, everyone’s coming for her…

- You talked to her ?! He asked.

- Yes, I called her, his daughter explained.

- She won’t take my calls, he said.

- Shocker, Dad, she said. Jesus, I wonder why she wouldn’t want to take a call from someone who recorded a song about torturing her…

- I know I fucked up, he said. I don’t know what to do…

- I can’t help you here, Dad, Hailie shrugged. She specifically told me she doesn’t want to speak to you.

He nodded. In the grand scheme of things, he could see why Y/N wouldn’t talk to him. Hell, if the shoe was on the other foot, he wouldn’t want to talk either. He looked at Paul, who was still sitting in the living room.

- I think we should put out that statement, he simply said.

- I’ll call the publicist right away and have him draft something, Paul replied.

- I want to approve it first, alright ?

- Of course, Paul said.

The manager said his goodbyes and promised to get back to him as soon as possible. Stevie and Alaina arrived and he was met with some sort of intervention which, really, was his three daughters chastising him. He wouldn’t expect them to support him blindly, they were old enough to have a mind of their own, but he was a bit shocked by the intensity of their reaction. Overall, there was a lot of screaming and shouting at him, pointing out how inappropriate the whole thing was.

- It was bad enough when you rapped about killing Mom, Alaina said. But Y/N is our age. You’re literally slandering someone who’s old enough to be our sister !

- I know, he said, but you girls know it’s just fiction, right ? I would never actually do these things. Half of my tracks are fictional.

- It’s not the issue, Dad ! Stevie argued. The issue is that she’s our age, being attacked by a grown ass man who could be her Dad. And that the fans are siding with him ! She didn’t ask for anything !

- I know, he said. Believe me, I know… I just… With everything that went down with your Mom, I have learned lessons, you know ? I never would have put out this track. I know how much it hurt her and I wouldn’t wish the same thing on Y/N. It wasn’t meant to be heard. It’s just me, taking things too far. Like a diary.

- Except that someone accessed that diary and leaked it, and now she’s paying the price, Hailie said.

- … Yeah, he said. I don’t know what to do.

It had been more than twelve hours since Y/N had left and he still hadn’t heard from her. And, as it was to be expected, neither Jamal nor Talia would pick up the phone either. He buried his face in his hands. He had fucked up, he knew it. But he was merely trying to let his anger out in the only way he knew how. The last thing he had wanted when he made that stupid track was for anyone to hear it, let alone enjoy it. Knowing that some fans were praising his writing on this one had nothing pleasant.

- Honestly, Dad, this is the most disgusting song you ever put out, Hailie continued.

- Agreed, he said. I don’t know what to do, girls. I don’t want to lose her. I know I deserve to, but I can’t.

After a couple of hours of discussion, his daughters ended up leaving. They were still clearly mad at him, just like everyone else seemed to be. The day after, he got a call from Dre. His mentor and friend sounded genuinely concerned. The leaked track was typically something he would have told him to shelf and never put out.

- You went too far with this one, Dre said. I’ve heard you go hard on some shit but that was… nasty.

- I know, Marshall replied. Believe me, I know… But it’s a leak, you know ?

- That’s what I heard, Dre replied. How is your girl doing ?

- I wish I knew, he said.

Dre wasn’t the only friend and collaborator who was concerned. Even Porter and Royce talked to him about the lyrics and how they went too far. He’d heard that so many times that he almost snapped at them but, really, he couldn’t really blame them. He was the only one to blame and he knew it. They also told him that Jamal was livid, threatening to come and destroy the entire studio, and they had to talk him out of it. His friends were disappointed in him, Y/N wouldn’t talk to him and even his daughters didn’t seem to want to be associated with him at the moment. It seemed like everything was falling apart. He was truly disgusted with himself. That’s when he decided to put out a statement, speaking in his own name. It was a rather short message, posted on his social media account, apologizing for the shocking lyrics, explaining that the track was not meant to be shared and calling for everyone to stop harassing his partner, whom he had made the mistake of name-dropping. He also apologized for using Jamal’s beat, stating that it was originally meant for another track whose release was postponed. He was not used to public apologies but this one might be overdue. And perhaps it would get Y/N to talk to him. However, in the following days, he still didn’t get any news from her. He tried to go to Talia and Jamal’s to talk to her but he was met with an angry Talia who refused to let him see his girlfriend and threatened to call the cops on him for harassment. He resorted to sending flowers and letters to Y/N, begging her to at least let him talk to her, even on the phone. One evening, almost a week after the track leaked, he got a call from Talia’s phone.

- Talia ? He asked. What’s up ? How is she ?

- It’s me, he heard Y/N say.

- Thank God, he said. How… How are you ?

- How would you expect me to feel… ?

- Right, he said. I’m… Thanks for calling me.

- You know, for someone who made fun of Josh for buying out every flower shop in town, you sure are filling the house with a lot of bouquets, she commented. I guess I’m calling because I’m afraid there won’t be any flowers left in Michigan by next week if we keep this going.

- Jewelers are next on the list, he said sarcastically.

- You know, you could spend all the money in the world, it wouldn’t make things better, Marshall, Y/N said.

- I know, he said. Believe me, I know. I guess I just wanted a chance to apologize, tell you what really happened. You have no idea how sorry I am.

- I believe I do, she said with a sarcastic laugh. Every one of the fifty bouquets you’ve sent contains a note saying how sorry you are.

- Can you come home ? He asked. So we can talk ?

- I would, but for one, I’d be afraid of being held up against my will and, two, Simon is coming over for diner tonight, she replied.

- Simon… Your ex, Simon ?! He asked.

[ashen-char]

dating river - hcs (pt 2!)

ship: river (all souls) x gender neutral reader

warnings: bit of swearin

notes: since the last one was so focused on river as a mom and how you slot into her little family, enjoy some more general hcs about your relationship. requested here

✦ river hates grand gestures. she just doesn't know how to deal with them, she's not really a romantic

✧ the tiny things you do always surprise and elate her though

✧ a simple handwritten note, a surprise cup of coffee, buying snacks or Monster for her without being asked

✧ she likes that you think of her when you're out, though she does tease you for being so fucking cheesy

✦ if you asked, river would say she loves your sense of humour

✧ the fact that you can make her smile on the toughest days is why she just couldn't help falling for you

✦ protective

✧ if anyone messes with you, they'd better watch out because river would deck a motherfucker for ya

✦ river initiates physical affection surprisingly often

✧ despite her tough, 'i don't need anyone' exterior, river craves physical closeness and intimacy with you

✧ she likes to use touch as a way to express her care in a tangible way

✧ sometimes she just needs a hug to recharge after a bad day

✧ you can feel river smiling into your kiss. she thinks you can't hear it but you always catch a little "god i love you"

✦ river always sings. you wonder if she notices she does it so often

✧ usually it's a lullaby, but occasionally you'll catch river vibing to some top 40 even though she swears she doesn't listen to it

✦ with her never being in a proper relationship, she always prefaces whatever she does for you with a "ok so i didn't know what to do but"

✧ and yet everything she's attempted has been the best ever!

✦ river doesn't do a lot for herself! anything extra in her paycheck (i.e. whatever didn't need to be put towards bills or the week's groceries) she used to buy toys and clothes for her daughter

✧ so you were surprised when river took some of her hard-earned cash to give you gifts too

✧ river struggles to accept thanks for 'em, even when they're so sweet and thoughtful and river clearly put a lot of effort into getting things she knew you needed or would love

✧ river hides her smile and stuffs her hands into her hoodie, shrugging. "yeah whatever, don't say i never do anything for ya"

✧ and she is AWFUL at accepting compliments

✧ whatever she doesn't bat away with "you're just saying that", she'd go completely still and blush hard. she tends to brush them off or respond with a joke

✧ hates being called cute. don't try it.

✦ she lets you steal her hoodies

✧ when she noticed how much you love 'em, river even bought some just for you and pretended she was going to keep them

✧ she sprayed these with extra perfume so you can keep that river scent a little longer

✦ when she's out, she likes to take random pictures of things that remind her of you and you've never felt so seen

✦ with her busy schedule, river sets aside dedicated time to spend with you, free from distractions and interruptions, notifications from cops be damned

✦ river plans awesome dates. they're the perfect blend of fun and being able to talk and be together

✧ she shows you how to tag, showing you hidden spots where you can make beautiful art together

✧ she takes you to the tattoo parlour and lets you choose her next one. river swears she's tough but it hurts less when she's holding your hand, ok?

✧ she'll cook you home cooked meals. she asks you questions about what you loved to eat growing up, surprising you by already knowing how to cook it the next time you come over because she stayed up researching it

✧ she knows the best spots in the city and loves showing them to you. she knows the city like it's the back of her hand

✧ like making notes on her phone of what you'd enjoy, writing all her ideas about where to go next

✦ she was surprised when you slowed the relationship down and told her that you'd be ok with not sleeping together so soon

✧ river had this long lasting thought that people only liked her if she did stuff for them - be that favours for friends or spreading her legs

✧ so she couldn't understand how you claimed to like her without her 'doing anything' for you

✧ you had to very explicitly explain that her being around made you happy and that there was nothing else to it. she only understood when you asked her why she likes you, and river realised that there was no real reason either

✧ like, of course you two appreciate when you do things for each other. but those things should be done because you want to. because you care about each other. it's not the reverse - that people only care because they got something

✧ so you two waited before you got intimate. and every day that went by without affection having to escalate, river's trust that you wouldn't leave her built

✧ she doesn't completely get what you like about her. but river realises that she doesn't have to

✧ you like her, and she likes you, and that's all both of you need

✦ the fact that she has someone to depend on now means the world to her, and you know river would never take you for granted

[nymphie66]

God Bless America pt 3

Part One

Part Two

Description: Things are back on track between you and Ben, and you've found a sort of peace. Vought is determined to ruin that.

Author's note: This hyperfixation is really serving. This may be the last part of this mini-fic, as I've literally just been writing things as they've entered my mind and they just happen to be cohesive. But who knows! Uni starts up again imminently, hopefully I'll catch a break. Feel free to send in prompts or scenarios and I could probably bang something drabbley out. Also, thank you everyone for your support, I love each and every one of you motherfuckers.

Warnings: gore, darkfic -kinda, this came out slightly fluffy (don't know what happened there lol), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex, swearing, implied forced testing, cringey language

S/N : Supe Name

Suit: random office worker that I didn't bless with a name or description

---

You span in your desk chair in absolute boredom, hands on your swollen belly, the only modicum of joy you got was from the movements of your darling baby, only four more months to go now.

Which is why you were sat in said desk chair, in a Vought meeting room with a bunch of suits from HR and legal, negotiating over your maternity leave and, much to his horror, Ben's paternity leave.

He couldn't understand why he would have to take time off as well. As he put it "My part is done, I got my soldiers to your base, your turn to lead the charge." After saying such a thing he promptly had the nearest object in your vicinity thrown at him.

You tried to explain to him, that you would need help as the pregnancy progressed, that there could be complications leaving you bed-bound till it was time to push the little one out into the world, that you could even be hospitalised. You expected him to put his fingers in his ear and start singing the national anthem at you, desperate to drown you out, but what happened instead shocked you.

He stilled, and you could see the thoughts churning in his head, and gradually his brow furrowed and he turned away from you. You walked towards him, arms encircling his waist, face pressed against his back, the texture of his soft cotton jersey brushing against your cheek. You knew exactly what he was doing.

Ben cleared his throat and took a sharp inhale of breath. He couldn't show weakness in front of you, especially not now. It wasn't the manly- let alone fatherly- thing to do. But he felt that resolve weaken by the way you held him so tenderly, leaned into his back so softly. It reminded him of the earlier days in your relationship, when you trusted him so blindly, believed in him so faithfully.

He'd get home from work, usually in a pissy mood, ranting and raving about whatever fuckery his team had put him through. And you would be there, smile on your lips, eyes filled with joy just at the sight of him. You'd listen, never probe but when he was just winding himself up, you would circle your arms around his waist and press your face into his back, leaning on him for support. The action was simple but made him feel like he was your whole world, that he was all you needed, that he was enough.

Things were better now. Ben had followed your instruction to the morbid T, and in turn, you allowed his presence, tolerated it even, though you soon fell back into the trap of loving him wholeheartedly again. The way he doted on you, adored you, the way you were 'his girl' again.

It didn't mean that things were perfect - far from it. You still had the occasional shouting match that led to the replacement of many crushed/shattered mobile phones, and though you wouldn't admit it, your attachment to Ben had become positively possessive. If his gaze strayed from you for more than a minute, you could feel yourself freeze up, a blend of uncouth rage and desperation flooding you that was only sated when he looked back at you again. You were needy, and it was pathetic- to you, not to him, he found it hot as fuck and told you so.

Ben would press a hand to your lower back, hover smugly above your ear and whisper assurances to you, though they were less than PG. Often involving a detailed description of him fucking you in front of whoever you were jealous of. You blamed the pregnancy hormones, but every time he did it you wanted him to make good on his promises and you quickly escorted him to a (mostly) private section of wherever you were.

In fact, as you sat there, listening to the drone of legal and HR, you realised that you had been in this meeting room before. Though you could hardly blame yourself, you didn't really take in decor when you bent over the conference table, getting your brains fucked out. You cursed yourself for not making Ben read that pregnancy book earlier, ever since he found out making you cum was good for the baby, the man was on a mission - not that he wasn't before, but there was definitely an added level of determination that you appreciated.

"So it's agreed? S/N will start her maternity leave now and once she reaches her third trimester Soldier Boy will start his paternity leave." Your Vought legal representative consolidated. You tuned back into the conversation, hopeful that this meeting was finally coming to an end.

"Agreed, we have already arranged for the samples to be taken in the next half-hour if S/N is ready?" The other suit asked, casting you an expectant look. You froze, your hand gripping your bump and leaned forward, a panicked look directed to your rep, but before you could continue the suit continued. "May I remind S/N that it is in her signed contract that sample matter from a resulting pregnancy is legally Vought's to take. This includes amniotic fluid, blood and foetus tissue sample."

You felt your stomach lurch and you swallowed thickly, you didn't argue that it wasn't in your contract, it was exactly the type of sick and twisted clause Vought would stick in there.

"S/N?" Your legal rep asked, seemingly completely unbothered by what was going on. You didn't question if it was safe, nothing that Vought did was ever safe.

You surveyed the room, there was about eight people there, none of them particularly intimidating but that's not what you were worried about. They would have known you were going to show resistance and you now realised that the abundance of office workers was to merely lull you into a false sense of security. This meant one of three things. 1) There was a supe nearby ready to make you comply 2) One if not all of them had tranquillisers on them 3) all of the above.

Knowing Vought it was probably number three.

You could try and do a runner but you would get caught, you could try and fight them but that meant risking the baby. Whatever supe was going to show up would hardly care about your condition and who the fuck knew what Vought put in those tranquillisers.

Your eyes looked around the room, pretending to think about if you had any scheduled plans after this meeting. Your eyes settled on a wonky painting that had been hastily put back up- in fact, you had put that back up after it fell during your 'de-stressing session' with Ben.

Ben.

"Yes, I think that should be just fine." You smiled sweetly at them, "You wouldn't mind me calling my fiancé Be- Soldier Boy to let him know, would you? He likes to be included in anything related to the baby. Plus he would love to know that our little creation is helping advance the research at Vought. Anything for his country- you know him!"

You laughed and waved your hand, praying that they were convinced by your little show. They didn't know him, but it flew that Soldier Boy, the living and breathing embodiment of the good ol' red white and blue, would be behind such a thing. It was for his country after all.

"Great, that's just great. I'll call him now." You took the general shrugging from them as a go-ahead and quickly called Ben, mouthing 'busy man' to them with a big smile as it continued to ring, you were half afraid that he wasn't going to pick up until you heard his gruff voice on the end of the line.

"What baby? Can't even go to a meeting without-"

"-Ben, honey!" You smiled tensely as you cut him off his surely sordid sentence, and prayed that he could pick up on your forced cheeriness, from experience he should. Considering you only spoke in that tone to him when you were threatening to get rid of his baby or extreme violence. "I just wanted to let you know that Vought are going to collect some samples of our little star-spangled bugaboo. Amniotic fluid, blood, a bit of tissue matter, nothing our little super trooper can't handle, especially considering her old daddio! I was just hoping you would be able to join your darling doll at the doctor's, honeybuns."

You wanted to pull your own tongue out of your mouth, stuff it down your throat and throw it back up again.

"I will be right there."

And just like that the line dropped, you smiled, taking the phone away from your ear and holding it to your chest. You gave a thumbs up and chuckled nervously, "He's on his way!" You sat back down into your chair and exhaled, muttering the phrase to yourself again. "He's on his way.."

The time it took for Ben to get there was filled with awkward silence, interrupted only by the odd question from a curious suit about your pregnancy and the baby. Which was met with a vague and elusive answer. There was no way in hell you were going to give them any more information about it than what they already had.

Then finally, Ben appeared, bursting into the conference room decked out in his suit, hair dishevelled, panting ever so slightly, knuckles bruised. So you were right, there had been a supe nearby. He looked at you with a loving urgency and you stood up, one hand on your stomach as you nodded your head. You were okay, the both of you were, but more importantly, you were ready.

Ben landed the first hit and the HR manager's head rolled down the conference table like a bloody bowling ball. You struck next, your unhelpful rep ended up being useful for the first time in their life by acting as a human shield as you burst through their chest and clawed out the Head of Legal's throat. The others got out their tranqs - right again, but you unsheathed your forearm from your rep's chest and threw their body onto them, knocking them off their feet.

"Glad you got the message." You told him in relief as you crushed an approaching man's skull in your hand, blood decorating your face like gruesome confetti from a piñata. You quickly dropped him and continued walking towards your saviour.

"Well at first I thought you were trying something new-" Ben kicked another suit's chest in, smiling as he fell to the floor, there weren't many left now. "-but by daddio, I started to realise that something was wrong, darling doll and honeybuns was then just obvious"

"Oh so star-spangled-bugaboo and super trooper were fine, but you drew the line at daddio?" You laughed, hands on your hips as he finished the rest off. Happy that the threats had now been eliminated, Ben allowed himself to relax- slightly and turned to look at you.

You looked ravishing.

His little psycho.

Your hair was wild, no longer in the neat ponytail you had agonised over this morning. The blood that drenched your clothes hung to your curves perfectly, showed off your baby bump beautifully. The look light and love in your eyes? Intoxicating.

He quickly strove over and placed a firm hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. How could he have ever taken this- you- for granted. He would damn himself a hundred times and a hundred times more for it. You squeaked at the force behind his kiss but happily melted into it and for a brief moment you thought you were going to have reenact the last time the two of you had been there. If you ignored the background last time, you could ignore the blood, guts and gore that made it up now.

Unfortunately, Ben pulled away, pressing his forehead against your own. You whined and he smirked. "Sorry baby, but Butcher's waiting outside in the car, gotta get you and bugaboo out of here."

"That's not sticking!"

"It so is."

[lazycats-stuff]

Can you do something, anything, with big bro Tim x batbro!reader. I need more of them in my life.

Alright, I will give it a shot. It's short and so is my inspiration.

Summary: Tim tutors (Y/N). (Y/N) is going to make Tim go insane.

Warnings: Comedy or better yet, rather attempt at comedy, cursing

(Y/N) wasn't doing well in school. Bruce asked Tim to tutor him. Tim remembered the last time how that went and was very hesitant to do so. (Y/N) needed help, but (Y/N) and studying do not go well together.

That's a disaster waiting to happen.

But since Bruce asked, knowing that (Y/N) was too proud to ask him, Tim couldn't say no. And besides, Tim was going to be compensated. So that didn't matter.

The only problem was going to be teaching him. Tim was never religious, but he said a prayer before entering the room. (Y/N) was waiting, books on the desk.

Tim noted that (Y/N) looked grumpy and overall annoyed. Both (Y/N) and Tim got along well, but (Y/N) didn't like when he looked stupid. He wasn't that interested in school, he was more interested in arts and sports.

" Alright, what is bothering you? " Tim asked, sitting down. (Y/N) grumbled something and opened the books. Tim understood what bothered him. It wasn't easy back then, Tim knew that, but all in all, it isn't so difficult.

" Alright. Lets get started. " Tim said, trying to get (Y/N) excited.

Well, the session went down to shit. Tim and (Y/N) were arguing and the other brothers gathered in the hall, listening to the fight. They had nothing better to do anyway.

" Oh really!? If it's so easy, then you do it! " (Y/N) yelled at Tim.

" Because you have to learn it! " Tim yelled back, seemingly punching the desk.

" Can this get any worse? " Dick asked, shaking his head.

" Give it a minute, " Jason said, taking popcorn from the bowl they had brought upstairs before the tutoring session.

" Tim, I swear to God, I will punch you! " (Y/N) screamed at him.

Jason snorted at the threat. (Y/N) could really pack a punch. Damian shook his head in amusement. Dick just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

" Do it, because that will less painful then this! " Tim yelled back and Jason started laughing quietly. Damian smirked and Dick shook his head instead.

" Oh you motherfucker! " (Y/N) yelled and Jason lost it. Dick was the only one who jumped in.

" (Y/N) is the best. " Jason said and Damian nodded.

It took Dick a minute, but he separated them both. Tim and (Y/N) glared at one another, fury blazing in both of their eyes.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| In A Week ||

frank castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: sad, angsty, reader is um... dead, Frank is not dealing well, implied sort-of suicide attempt/lack of care.

I recommend reading the short fic Seeya first if you want to amp up the sadness! 😜

It's been a while since he's been here, usually it was almost everyday without fail but lately…

When he places his hand on the earth it feels warm, but only from the waning afternoon sun. The sky is that heavy, stormy yellow-grey colour now, and as he tilts his head up and closes his eyes he can feel the pressure change in the muggy air. 

You loved storms. Told him countless times there was magic in them but damn, he'd swear the magic was all you as you had dragged him out on the balcony and kissed him stupid in the pouring rain. 

And then, not long after, God had said no. There would be no more dancing in the storms, no dinners out, no weekend adventures, no more sleepy mornings wrapped up in each other. No more anything for you, for his girl. 

Whatever purpose this God had in mind for you, it was done, but he wasn't yet done with Frank.

take me you motherfucking coward, take me.

He wishes so hard that it was the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears instead of the fading of your final breath. He tries picturing the brightness of your eyes and the warmth of your smile, but all he can see is the jolting of your  vulnerable body as the bullets ripped through and took you from him.

I'm so sorry, baby. Should've done better by you. It should've been me.

He's not asking for forgiveness as he whispers those words into the soft wind. If you could reach across the void he'd eagerly listen for your punishment, he'd beg you to tell him exactly how to suffer, because he'd do it a million times over and it still wouldn't be enough. It can't ever be enough.

One minute you were there, smiling, laughing, screaming, loving him, and then you just… weren't. 

It's okay, I'll see you…

He didn't understand, despite the myriad of lives he's taken he couldn't get his head around how this had happened. How he'd let it. It wasn't supposed to happen to you, you were meant to be different, separate to all of that, untouchable.

He hunches over, his fingers digging hard into the wet soil like you'd just reach up through it and he could bring you back. Or that you'd pull him under with you.

But you don't. His throat closes up, his body shakes but his sobs are muted by the thunder, and tears are lost in the rain.

He presses his fingers first to his lips, then to the letters of your name carved in the headstone.

Seeya.

He leans up against it as comfortably as he can with the way he's bleeding out. 

It's over. It won't be that long until he's with you again.

Things are just starting to get murky and go dark when he feels his body being lifted up.

Stop fighting me Frank, I'm trying to help

no… 

A weak murmur at first, then louder as he regains consciousness.

"NO! Leave me here, let me be with her! Let me be with her!" Even in his weakened state he's roaring, furious desperation cracking his voice as he's pulled further away from you.

"You know I can't do that."

So then, this was his punishment, to be dragged back into a living hell by the devil. To suffer a life without you in it.

"I'm gonna… kill you," Frank rasps, "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Red."

The devil wasn't for listening, hoisting him over his shoulders and staggering up the hill. "Yeah okay, but later. Gotta get you to a hospital first."

"Just let me fuckin' go Red, let me die. I'm done."

~

The incessant steady beep of the heart monitor was mocking him. The holes in him now stitched and taped up, proof of life soaking through the stark white dressings.

"Hey." Red says from the corner of the room.

Frank winces. Goddamn fucking self-righteous prick was always interfering. Taking his choice from him. He wanted to wring his neck but the fight in him was quickly draining away as he remembered just why they were here.

"I- I can't, can't do this without her." Frank's voice was quiet and hoarse as it broke. He didn't give a fuck if Red could smell his fucking tears or whatever, he was just full on crying rivers now. It was one thing at least that had been getting easier.

Matt comes closer to the side of the bed.

"She'd want you to live for her, you know that Frank. You're strong, you can survive."

Frank scoffs and shakes his head before wiping tears away. "Sh-she was it for me, made me strong… an' I don't know… she was everything."

Matt's hand is gentle on his shoulder.

"And that's why you have to keep on going, for her. Ask me how I know."

Frank didn't need to, he knew what Red had gone through, brought to a low place he almost hadn't come back from. 

Matt sighs, remembering. "It's not easy. It takes time, but you're not alone, and you've got help if you need it."

Frank's in a daze, doesn't know if it's the blood loss or what but he just keeps on shaking his head. "I dunno Red, I dunno."

I'm lost. I'm so lost.

"It's alright, we'll figure it out."

Frank feels gutted out, vacant. Memories of you like they happened yesterday reel through his mind and sting the backs of his eyes like someone has jammed fucking razorblades in there.

Sure, whatever you say Red. 

"Yeah, yeah."

[alwaysshallow]

— coffee at midnight, part 2

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

Bombs, explosions and lipsticks are dangerous weapon. Things are getting interesting. (4,4 k)

AO3 version

Everything escalated over time – what once was just in your room, started to be visible outside, you knew it will be that way, sooner or later. Pressure with the job that you both had was… higher than someone could ever expect. Especially with someone like Soap, that had just talent with being in extremely dangerous situations. It's not like the whole Task Force didn't have it, it comes up with a job, right? Fighting, trying not to die and do your job properly.

MacTavish however… had a talent for things like that. For being constantly in trouble, even if he was a really good soldier. Maybe it was because he was demolitions expert and being a Scot only added to that? Hell, only God probably knew, but you were constantly stressed. Constantly, because that motherfucker was constantly on adrenaline high, and he wasn't shy to say it out loud.

Dealing with bombs was his thing - everyone in TF141 knew that, it was ongoing joke that he's gonna marry a bomb, not a person. He looked like a kid in candy store if he had to work with explosives, even if it was a threat. Not to mention how his eyes sparkled when he was actually about to dismantle bomb, oh boy. He was insufferable.

And insufferable was the stress came with it, not only Soap's – though, you wondered sometimes, who was stressed more. He was always talking about dealing with bombs like it was babysitting or something so carefree, like his whole body wouldn't rip off when he would cut the wrong wire.

Meanwhile, it was a pattern. You and Ghost were silently stressed, Gaz was praying in the background, Alejandro was swearing under his breath. And Price pretty much gained more grey hair when he was listening what Johnny was doing.

The worst situation with the bomb that you remembered was ten months after you two met, right after that situation when you slept in his bed after a rough mission. You had to work with him over shortwave transmitter, and that probably was the first time when you cried out of frustration on a mission.

It started off normally; he found it, he had to dismantle it, nothing too fancy, seemed like a "pretty silly bomb", as Soap described it. He was babbling over a radio how unprofessional it was, and how embarrassing it was to even put it in a place like that. Price scolded him, telling him that it was better not to brag about it because he doesn't need anything hard. You all needed him safe and secure, without any obstacles in a way. Problem started to form when he suddenly got quiet, causing the team to ask what the hell was happening.

"I might need some help, bonnie."

And when whole Task Force 141 looked at you, your throat went dry because everyone knew what it meant. As a IT specialist, you wished that Johnny would never need your help, considering it was probably the most fucked up thing ever.

"I'm listening, Soap" you said almost immediately, opening your computer, trying to remain calm.

"I cut the wires already, seemed good." MacTavish started explaining "And when I was about to secure it, screen lighted up again. Pretty messed up, I'd say, it looks like a virus or something."

"Virus?"

"Yea, like, the things, codes? Floating. The worst thing is, timer is going down too. Again."

"Is there a one code in the down right corner? Or anywhere that is not floating?" you asked, starting the system. "And, how many fucking minutes do we have, Johnny?"

"Yeah, there is, hang on. And, four."

You wanted to punch something, when he told you how many minutes you both had; or, mostly, he had, considering that you were on the other side of the line. Safe and secure, but he wasn't, and he wouldn't leave this bomb behind. He had no other choice than handle the problem.

And you were here to help him.

From what he told you over the walkie talkie after that, it seemed like it was not hard code to crack; if you would have time. Four minutes was a tough job to work with, especially with something like that, but you tried to manage. You were practically going insane over it, wanted to throw your computer out of that temporary base. Instead, your frustration was showing in tapping your leg nervously against the hardwood floor that was creaking every time.

It didn't help you that boys were watching your every move. You wanted to tell them to fuck off, to stick nose somewhere else, but that was the nervous wreck. Normally, it would flatter you that they were watching what were you doing because in calmer moments, they asked, and you answered. It was funny to see their confused faces.

Back then, it was a different situation with Johnny on the line, anxiously waiting for your instructions, when timer was going down. It was either a good ending or a bad one, and you were praying to God that you would joke about that situation later with him, rather than…

You shook your head.

Him, being dead, wasn't even an option.

"Timer is still going. Another piece opened though, and it looks more like my cup of tea." Soap laughed on the other line – you could feel that was a forced one, though. Probably to calm everyone, he was always doing that.

"You're sure it's safe to cut it?" you asked anxiously, still looking through code, to possibly find something useful, what would maybe help him.

A silence on the other side of the line worried you.

Minute and thirty seconds.

"Soap, for fuck's sake… You have to leave it, right now, right this fucking second, I'll beat your Scot ass if-"

"Everything is pretty much tangled. I'll have to freestyle it and…" his voice cuts; you can't hear a damn thing, and sound is just robotic, like he was never there. Soon enough, his device shuts completely, leaving you with dead silence.

"Johnny?" you spoke up, your voice cracking. You knew he wouldn't answer, his device was off, yet, you were just fucking anxious. "For fuck's sake, does he not have a signal? It's fucking impossible, I-"

"…probably, or battery just gone out. This shit is acting up sometimes" Price murmured, as he took a few steps closer to you.

You didn't even bother to look up at your Captain; your gaze was on time you previously set on your phone. It was going down, and when you heard an alarm, a shiver went down your spine automatically.

So many questions, and not enough answers to put your mind in ease. Did Soap managed to make dismantle the bomb or he just ran off, trying his chances in surviving? He could do that, he wasn't dumb, he knew that the team needs him, and if he can't stop the explosion, he should run. Sometimes these things happened, even if none of you wanted it to happen.

Yet, you knew him, you knew that motherfucker would try and do his best. So, probably he stayed and he's dead, and others would discover it later that day. That was your main thought back in the day, and you couldn't brush this excruciating feeling in your chest, when you stood up, hands shaky. Everything was dizzy, when you walked over to a chair where your jacket was, and you started putting it on.

Your head was heavy with thoughts. Maybe it was a bad decision from Price, that he sent him there alone. Maybe if someone would go with him, it would be different. Maybe you wouldn't start to lose your mind.

"Rosa?" Alejandro looked at you with concerned face. You were barely able to hear him, you felt like you were under water with all of these sounds coming to you. "What are you…"

"I have to check. Like, right now, if he managed to…" your voice caught in your throat. It was hard to form a sentence, when you anxiously tried to tell yourself that he's probably safe and you're exaggerating.

"Not a chance." Price spoke up again, looking at you with a knowing look. Like he knew what you had in mind, like he knew what were you thinking about, but wouldn't dare to say it out loud. "I sent only him for a reason, Rosalie. We can't do it now, it's too dangerous. We have to lay low for a few hours. Bigger group, especially."

You snorted and shook your head with disbelief.

"With all due respect, sir…"

You couldn't even finish that sentence, as you heard the loud explosion. Considering that Soap was a few miles away, it could be that explosion from his bomb, and, oh my God, you were shattered.

You didn't even notice how your shaking hand went to your lips to cover it in disbelief. It was just a coincidence, right? It had to be a coincidence because you simply couldn't believe that… that it would be true. The possibility of him being blown by some 'stupid, home bomb' as he described it sooner, before all this fiasco with losing connection, was… no, no, no.

For fuck's sake, you were a mess. You didn't even realize that Ghost put his big, warm hand on your shoulder, when you focused on looking at the material of tent, trying to get yourself together before speaking. What the fuck happened? You always joked that if he's gonna die before you, you're gonna die too because he was unbearable ass, and you two came in pack. And, right after hearing the explosion, you pretty much felt like dying.

Dying, because you lost control over what you felt, and it was the second worst thing that you hated to happen. The first, was Soap dying. You couldn't imagine it, honestly – not only because the team would be different, but you would be. He had a huge impact on your life, on being in Task Force 141, being around others. He teached you to trust people, even if they hurt you, because 'not everyone is so bad', as he liked to tell you over a simple drink, when you accidentally were calling him "Johnny" the first few times. Fuck, even if you were supposed to call him by his callsign, he was always Johnny to you, always, no matter where you were. If he was talking with pissed version of you, or stern one, it was always Soap or John. And he accepted that, which was a shock to everyone around because no one could call him that, except Ghost.

And now, you couldn't even call him that, because he was-

"Ros? Ros, fuck, hey" Gaz was snapping his fingers just right in front of your eyes, trying to get a proper reaction from you. You could tell that he, and the other members of TF141 were talking before that, but you couldn't… recollect, what they were saying.

Your heart was heavy.

"What? What, I'm sorry, I…" another problems with your sentence. Another shaky breath, another try to form it right. To tell what you are supposed to say, but you can't even think properly, anxiety eating you inside out.

"Give her a break, Gaz." Simon looked at you, to look at worried Price next. "Breathe, sergeant. Just breathe."

Tears pricked to your eyes, as you clawed with your nails, painfully, the inside of your hand. Ghost was rarely like that, and when he was, things were bad. He meant good, of course, but it was another reminder of something that you didn't like to admit.

"We have to wait until dark. Then, we can move." Price spoke up again, a bit louder, so everyone could hear him.

You just nodded, walking to corner of the tent, as you sat there, thinking – because what other choice did you have? Speaking to anyone would be wrong now, you could break down in pieces, and no one needed that. No one needed a mess, when everyone was a mess, at least that's what you've told yourself, to make this whole situation less painful.

Everyone was pacing around at this point. Alejandro was the only one who talked, cursed under his breath in Spanish, probably asking himself and all the Gods around what the hell had happened. Gaz tried to focus, as he played with his hands near Price that was writing something down in his journal, pissed and sad as hell. Ghost… well, Ghost was Ghost, he observed everything, but he was the closest to you, just… sitting.

Because what someone should say in a situation like that, when technically you didn't know anything, but you know? A chance that he might be alive was low, almost non-existent.

It was ironic. Demolitions specialist, being killed by the thing that brought him adrenaline, tore him to pieces.

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross once said there are five stages of grief – denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Until now, you pretty much believed it, because it had sense, but back then, when you were thinking of your best friend and a partner in crime, you were undermining it. How come you felt every single one of them, apart of acceptance? There wasn't a fucking world where you could accept something like Johnny dying, and the stages of gried should be… ensue after each other, yeah?

You felt too much. Even your limp body was too much, you couldn't move a muscle without feeling like you're not actually in your body. It felt like it belonged to someone else, and for the first time in months, you felt miserable. You missed that stupid grin, that stupid face, his voice when he was saying something weird or completely out of place.

Tears rolled down your face involuntarily. Two hours from that accident didn't help you.

Another thing that you couldn't even think of – his funeral. No matter if they would find his body or not, he would have one, and that would absolutely destroy the shit out of you. Not even mentioning that probably people would like to give speeches, especially Price as a Captain, his family. His friends. People that he doesn't see so often, but when he had a chance, he was going for it, and you were in awe every time, because his family meant everything for him. He was so proud when he talked with you about his cousins, or when he told you about his mom. 

His dearest mom that was somewhat of a role model to him, person that he always looked up to. She taught him "how to act around a lady" and how "MacTavish never backs down" – which you found funny in his words, but also melting. He loved his mom, his family.

And how were you supposed to face them with the knowledge that he's dead? That the last person he talked to...

The thought of it made you sick in your stomach. It was nothing but wrong.

"Why are we actin' like someone's dead, folks?" you heard a tired, but still amused voice that made your head jerk up immediately.

You would recognize it everywhere, no doubt in that – and here was that motherfucker, with a small smile, all dusty and dirty, with a helmet in his hand. Everyone, except you, almost immediately approached him to hug that son of a bitch, to ask what happened. He wasn't saying much, except mumbling something about bomb being 'fucking crazy', and he had to take another road to base. He didn't know about explosion, Soap called it more of a coincidence.

Even if he was hugging person after person, laughing how tough of a motherfucker he was, his gaze wandered; and landed right at you, while you were observing the scene. Quietly, like a mouse, trying to process everything that was happening in your mind because it was too much. For two hours straight, you thought he was dead. You were in fucking pieces, trying to not break right in front of the team.

And, right after his arrival, you tried not to cry from happiness because he was here, alive, in one piece, safe with his usual attitude. Like you weren't already thinking of funeral.

Safe and alive.

Two words that you needed to calm down.

"And what, you're not gonna welcome the phoenix? Risin' right from the ashes?" his eyebrow cocked, as he grinned a bit more, knowing how that riles you up.

"Oh, I fucking hate that phoenix, actually." you managed to say, in a little quieter tone than you usually used; still, you had to keep up with your playful demeanor around him, trying to not show how it touched you.

Of course he noticed. He always did, and in his gaze flickered the amount of softness that he always had for you, no matter what was happening in the moment.

He walked to you, finally – he practically bumped into you, but of course, you didn't mind any of that, not even his arms tightly wrapping around you, like he was about to strangle you. You absolutely loved his hugs because of his size. Because his chest was wide, and you could literally hide in it, so you did, trying to find that comfort. Trying to calm because he was here, and nothing else mattered.

Soap's hugs were the best, and that was a fact.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, bonnie…" he murmured in low tone, kissing the side of your head. "Don't want ya to haunt me in afterlife, remember? 'm not supposed to die." he chuckled, referring to your words from months earlier.

He seemed clueless at first, how the whole situation had an effect on you. Only when youshook slightly in his arms, he looked down at you, grabbing your chin with worried look on his face.

"You're shaking." he whispered, frowning. He looked at your face, a bit closer, and took a quick breath. "Oh, don't tell me you cried. Because if you did, I…"

"I was worried to death." you interrupted him, clearing your throat, as you looked away; only for a moment because your gaze was on him almost immediately. "I thought you…" words stopped in your throat.

Even if he was here with you, it was hard to say it out loud.

"Mm… 'm gonna make it up to you. I don't want you to cry and worry because of me" he mumbled, looking at you with his soft, sapphire eyes. "Now, smile a little, yeah? You have to put up with my ass a little longer. That's what you want, apparently" he put his thumb on corner of your lips, pulling it up. Even if it was stupid, it made you smile a bit, and he automatically grinned too. "Nooow, that's my girl. Better?"

"You're stupid" you murmured, still looking at him. "Yeah, better."

You took a step back, still smiling; the smile disappeared a bit in moment you saw that everyone was looking at you two, observing the situation and what was happening. It was the first hug they saw between you and Soap; the first one so… emotional, so to speak. Until that moment, boys were only joking about that "connection" and such, but now, they had actual material to their assumptions.

Hell, your face got a little redder, when Alejandro laughed and said something about birds in love and boys (including that motherfucker) joined him in that. Even if Johnny joked about being so close, he still had an arm around you, protectively, with a hand on your hip.

They stopped with that narrative shortly after, though; because it started to be more present in the outside, gestures like that. Hugs after coming back, stolen glances when the squad was drinking and you both were checking out each other, or trying to make the other person smile. Everything was more evident after that one mission for everyone, and sometimes they made comments, or to joke around, because it was funny.

"Get a room already" Gaz groaned one time in the bar, nudging Soap.

It just encouraged him to switch seats with Price (who was visibly confused, murmuring something about being professional). He wrapped his arm around you that time and smirked.

"What'cha say, lass? Up for sharing a room with me tonight?"

"You wish, MacTavish" you said, pushing him a little with a laugh; it was playful, platonic.

At least you were telling yourself that, trying to blame your red cheeks on the alcohol, not the close proximity and an innuendo. It was hard, considering that eyes of whole Task Force were on you, but you managed. Somehow.

You were in constant denial – because you couldn't believe that you would grow some feelings for Soap. Your best friend, your rock, someone who was always here for you, no matter what was happening. Someone who made you easily laugh every time, someone who pretty much made your day better only because he spoke to you, or just hugged you. It was rather easy to please you.

So, naturally you were scared of admitting anything because it could be nothing, your minds could be playing you. He was a man, giving you attention, close to you, and you were starved of that, maybe it was it? A little crush, or just simple admiration, you told yourself, when his gestures made you shiver out of excitement, or your cheeks were flushing. Sometimes he acted like he wanted something from you, though. Something… romantic as well, maybe?

You had this one situation in mind, where you were painting your lips. It was in your apartment, a night or two after you got back from the mission, and you, Kyle and Johnny decided to go out, hit some pubs. Garrick sent you the name of first one, clarifying that he will wait here, while your best friend decided to walk from your apartment with you.

And, of course, he came a little sooner than you expected. Maybe an hour before you two were supposed to walk to Kyle, so your makeup was pretty much unfinished, and you told him that. He chuckled, and then told you he doesn't mind waiting. Next thing he did, was grabbing a beer from your fridge and making himself comfortable on your sofa, while you were near him, making yourself all pretty, because the light there was perfect. With companion that was turning the TV on, ruining your silly routine with Taylor Swift in the background.

The fucking audacity from him, huh? You weren't surprised though, he was acting in your apartment like it was his. It was mutual, you knew when every time you came to his place, you could act like this too, without even explaining yourself. Comforting feeling, ain't it? Knowing that you basically had two homes, instead of one.

While he watched a basketball game between Boston Celtics and Miami Heat, you were working over your makeup so carefully, like it was a painting or something. It wasn't your plan to go overboard with it, it was a casual going out, but you wanted to look pretty. Who knew who would you meet, right? So, that's why you decided to pull out a red lipstick since most of your makeup was simple. It seemed like a right occasion.

You parted your lips slightly, looking straight into your standing mirror, making a first swipe; carefully, slowly, because it was one of those lipstick that were hard to wipe off, and you didn't have time for that. Not when Soap was drinking already second beer, and you wanted some of it too, before he will empty your alcohol shelf completely.

It was even your intention to joke about it, when you felt his piercing gaze on you. He was probably impatient, wanted to ask when you will finish, and you could joke that you will be ready when he pours some of beer in your cup.

None of this was said though because you forgot everything in second, when you laid your gaze on him, and you noticed that he was looking straight at your lips. Half-done right now, waiting for that one last swipe, maybe two, if it wouldn't look right to you.

"Do you have to do that like that?" he asked after a few seconds, when his eyes lazily looked up into yours, his head tilted to the side.

"Do it like what? I can't speed the process up, Johnny" you murmured, not breaking your eye contact.

His usually warm, blue eyes, now had some darkness behind it, when he let out an amused sigh, like he wasn't buying you.

"'m not talkin' about time, bonnie." he explained slowly. "Parting your lips like that."

You laughed, as you shook your head.

"No, I can't. It would look messy, and not good as I want it to look."

He seemed to think about your answer for a moment. Then, he nodded, like he was actually seeing some point in it, even if he didn't know shit about make up. Once he wanted you to "doll him up" after he got beaten up on a mission and had to go to the photographer. You couldn't count how many times he not only whined, but asked you multiple questions. For example: why it is so important to know color theory, if you can "pat this shit up and go".

"Mhm. Do your thing, then."

So, you focused one more time in your imagine in the mirror, as you started applying red lipstick, carefully. It wasn't going so smooth as the first time, and something felt odd enough that you again looked at Johnny.

He was still looking at you, with that unreadable, dark gaze – when your green eyes met his, he had to inhale sharply, but he didn't break that gaze. Quite the opposite; he even tilted his head to the side, and raised an eyebrow, like he was challenging you or some sort.

Fuck, was that bad that you liked every part of that?

"…you're distracting me, Johnny." you mumbled, and your gazes crossed again.

He broke the eye contact almost immediately, and looked at the TV.

"Sorry, do your thing." he repeated quietly.

And you were back into finishing your makeup; it didn't take much time, but from that moment, you couldn't help but go back into this moment. He was so distracted with simple movement. You tried to explain this thing with simple "he's a man, they react this way", but it wasn't good enough for you. Once in a while, you were coming back with your thoughts to this situation, to… that look.

[lkgmediaproductions]

Blitzø & Stolas’s Reconciliation (Helluva Boss Fan Fiction)

Night fully occurs outside the Goetia mansion. Inside, Stolas and the “Better than Blitzo” incubus from the party are making out with each other on the bed, until Blitzø barges in right through the bedroom door, pissed off with his teeth seething in full anger. They suddenly looked at him in full alarm.

“Oh, shit…!”

“Blitz?! W-what are you…?!”

The incubus nearly jumped out of his skin. Blitzø in an uncontrollable expression of anger and rage, charges at him, grabs him by the collar, and starts beating him up by violently punching him in the face.

“NOBODY… STEALS… THE…FUCKING… ASS… OF… MY… SEXY… BELOVED… OWL… BOYFRIEND!”

Stolas flinched and watched in horror as Blitzø continues to assault the incubus. He felt absolutely shocked and heartbroken as he saw how hurt and angry Blitzø looked he as he saw the expression on his face the entire time he was attacking and beating him up.

“Blitz, what the fuck are you doing?! Stop!”

Stolas get off the bed and rushes to stop the raging imp. Blitzø lunges and harshly pins the incubus hard onto the ground as the assault continues. The terrified incubus tried to defend himself, but to no avail.

“For the love of… OW! …Asmodeus…! What the fuck is… OOF! …is your goddamn problem?!”

“YOU BIRD-STEALING FUCK OF A SHITLOAD, THIEVING COCKBAG! YOU BEST STAY THE FUCKING ASS AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S MINE!”

As Stolas continued to watch that moment in heartbreaking silence and pain as the interaction continues, his chest was hurting even more. Stolas cringed as he looked away, seeing that he was behaving uncontrollably. Watching Blitzø continue to say those harsh words was absolutely destroying him. He was soon desperately trying to get him to stop fighting even further.

“Blitz, stop it! This isn’t you! Calm down! Just stop it already!”

But the imp refused to listen as he kept on pummeling. Things are starting to get a lot much worse than before. The incubus tried to hold back as he winced in pain while he tried to push the raging imp away, while Blitzø kept on punching him more and more. Then he grabbed in the neck and began to strangle him.

“YOU DARE TRY TO FUCK THE LOVE OF MY VERY OWN GODDAMN LIFE, AND I SWEAR… I SWEAR TO GOD…! I WILL FIND YOU, HUNT YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN, AND I, WILL FUCKING SHOOT THE GODDAMN SHIT OUT OF YOU AND YOUR VERY OWN DICK-ASS OFF!”

The terrified, defenseless incubus choked and suffocated as he was gasping and wheezing out for air, begging the angry imp for mercy, but he grippingly kept on squeezing his neck tighter. He couldn’t even let out a single breath through his mouth until he had coughed. His face was bleeding pretty badly.

“*Ack*  Can we…*Hurk*…please…*Gasp*…j-just talk about this…?”

Blitzø growled as he was seething through his sharp, yellow teeth in a blinding rage and fury. He raised his fist at him, aiming for his face.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN, DRUNK-FILLED, COCK-SUCKING MOUTH! DO YOU HEAR ME, MOTHERFUCKER?! SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I AM NOT LETTING YOU TAKE HIM THE SHIT AWAY FROM ME! NEVER… THE FUCK… AGAIN… LET YOU… HAVE SEX WITH THAT FEATHERED AVIAN BODY OF HIS…! EVER…!! FUCKING…!! AGAIN!!”

Just as he was about to strike out a finishing blow on him, Stolas manages to muster the courage to separate the two of them to stop the fight. 

“That’s enough!”

Then looks at the “Better than Blitzo” guy grimacingly as the beaten-up latter achingly gets up, his face all morbidly bruised and bloody.

“Please leave.”

He goes over to say something, but Stolas glares at him and yells…

“LEAVE NOW!”

The incubus flinched and gulped. He panicked as he rushes out the door.

“Fuck…!”

As soon as he dashed out fleeing in terror, Stolas then turns his attention to the imp.

“Dammit, Blitz! What the hell was that about?! Since when have we decided that we are an actual couple? There are so many things you and I have to address before we can even consider that. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to cause you all this pain and agony, Blitz. I truly mean that, but are you truly sorry for what you’ve caused me?”

Blitzø anxiously restrains himself to hold his anger back after what he has done, but then lashes out to him as an act of a self-defense.

“Well he had it coming, okay?! He fucking deserved it! I only did what I could to keep him away from you! To save your unforgiving ass!”

The prince, utterly surprised on hearing this, lashed out at him now..

“Do you fucking hear yourself?! You’ve been losing it all along! You’re out of your own goddamn mind and control! I don’t actually know how you’ve been acting out that way so highly in the first place, but this has already gone way too far!”

He was trying to remain calm, but when Blitzø said he was ‘unforgiving’, he snapped. 

“You expect me to just forgive you after EVERYTHING?! What exactly, in the actual name of Lucifer were you even thinking?! Things take time. Why is it so wrong for me to sleep with someone else but you can sleep with whoever you like!” 

Blitzø flinched in shock and confusion. There was a pause. Stolas couldn’t take this. He began to walk out of the room. But Blitzø rushed out and catches up to him, following as he continued to speak up with some sense.

“Fuck, Stolas! Will you just hold up and listen to me for a goddamn, fucking minute?! You can’t just keep walking away from me! All I ever did was to fucking apologize! To win you back! To get us back together again so we make love and have sex with each other! But you never forgave me! You just kept on ignoring me and pushing me away for no goddamn reason… BECAUSE OF WHO THE FUCK I AM! DON’T YOU EVEN GET THAT?! I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO YOU REALLY NEED TO CARE FOR!”

Stolas immediately stopped and grimacingly turns to him.

“Blitz, this has NOTHING to do with who you are. I don’t care that you’re an imp. I don’t recall you ever apologizing me. About what happened during the Full Moon and the party that I’ve attended with you, uninvited, it’s never going to work that way. I already gave you the Asmodean crystal in exchange for my grimoire, just have you protected from any danger that you’ve gotten yourself into. I didn’t even want to see you get hurt that way.” 

Stolas was too intoxicated, recalling he was at the party to remember that Blitzø apologized to him, or at least he tried to. But Blitzø, with tears welling up in his eyes and blinded by his fury, yelled at him the last time from the top of his lungs to let out the final blow.

“WELL I’M ALREADY SOMEONE WHO YOU SHOULD TRULY CARE ABOUT!! AND I’VE BEEN CARING ABOUT YOU TOO!! THAT’S FOR SURE!!”

After that, heavily breathed fast through his chest. All of the sudden, there was a huge silence. And at that moment, he instantly paused. He was beginning to feel that his head was about to explode, but he managed to keep himself together. His whole body begin to tremble, with his eyes tearing up.

“And… and I wanted to protect you… no matter what happens to you so badly… Even if you’re dead or alive… I just didn’t want to see it! I really don’t want to see you leave me all alone again… To let me see you suffer, and to watch you die the whole goddamn time…!”

Hearing that Blitzø yelled at him like that really terrified him. Of course, he had never heard the imp yell at him like that in the first place. He slowly moved back away from him. 

“If you truly care about me, then why are you playing it off like you want nothing to do with me? I’ve tried to reach you, Blitz. And I’ve tried to spend time with you, I’ve even tried to make it obvious that I like you to everyone. What more do I have to do to show you that I care about you?!”

Stolas had tears in his eyes now, heartbroken by very such harsh words that he had overheard. He looked away from him in pity. Blitzø was very confused. He doesn’t even what he was going to tell him. He doesn’t exactly know what he can do or how he was going to make things right for reconciliation. He took a moment, wiping away his tears, then nervously pausing to properly phrase his question before asking. His expression was quite earnest, but there was also a hint of worry behind his words.

“Stolas… Can I be honest with you about something?”

Stolas refused to listen as his shamefully shook his head, managing to get himself together. There was another pause as Blitzø tried to mentally prepare himself. He took a breath before continuing, his voice taking on a more somber tone, sounding like he was preparing for bad news.

“Listen… if you let me explain… I-I really need to admit something to you. It's... kinda uncomfortable, but I need to get it off my chest...”

He swallowed thickly, looking away for a moment, his grip on his chest tightening slightly before his gaze returned to him.

“I…”

He paused for a moment as Stolas was still looking away with his back turned in annoyance. He felt like having an anxiety attack, like he was about to be thrown out of the mansion as a final warning. He really didn’t want to mess things up again like the last time when it happened at the Full Moon and he was at the party uninvited. He was still trying to convince him.

“...Promise me you won't get mad...”

Another pause, his eyes locked onto his ex-partner. Blitzø let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to collect himself. It was clear how nervous he was about potentially revealing something. He still kept himself together for not showing his stubborn behavior towards him.

“I-... I need to be honest... I know I really mess things up the last time about how it happened before, but you have to believe me. I... I lied to you about something. ...I never told you the whole truth about how we first met, despite of being who or what I am in reality or if I would’ve been here for you. And... to be honest, I'm kinda ashamed for it...”

But Stolas, still too upset by hearing this, defiantly ignored him yet again, and Blitzø’s expression grew more remorseful, his eyes unable to meet the other's. He looked away, guilt written a crossed his face. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to disappear as he would tell him the truth. He swallowed, struggling to find the words to explain the situation truthfully.

“What I told you about it wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either... I... I left out some important details because I didn't think you'd be okay with them...”

Stolas slightly turned, allowing himself to slowly look straight at him and listen to him speak, yet he was still trying to keep himself together without forcing him to leave if it wasn’t the last straw for the both of them. Blitzø's expression was strained as his eyes still refused to look at him. The imp continued, the sound of his voice nearly cracking as he did.

“You see... the way I first met you, it was a very happy moment for us... And it... it wasn't as romantic as I told you, even if it means that we’re different from the rest of us, not realizing how much we’ve been going through like this, what love really means to us...”

Then his eyes locked on straight directly to the owl prince, staring at each other eye to eye in a distance.

“I'm... I’m sorry for lying to you, but I was afraid of what you would think if I told you the truth...”

Stolas listened very carefully, although he starting to look a bit confused about what he’s been try to say to him, longing for a reason. There was another pause as the poor, sorrowful imp’s mouth begin to wobble. He was clearly on the verge of bursting into tears, and his voice becoming a bit more anxious and desperate as he spoke in a sorrowful and grieving tone with full heavy breaths.

“S-Stolas, please! Just…please hear me out on this, okay…? Just d-don’t be mad at m-me… I-I'm sorry... I-I'm so, so sorry... I really didn't mean to… to lie to you… about how much I’ve been acting out all the time like this… Okay…? I was wrong… I’ll admit it… Honestly… I was completely wrong about you… if I wasn’t even here for you… I couldn’t even save you… A-And the way I behaved… and how much I’ve judged you from before… I… I-I fucked up! Okay? I really fucked everything up! I know that I hate myself that much… and you wanted us to be happy… but I shouldn’t have even told you that you deserve someone better than me… I-It really hurt me… And I don’t even know what came over me now and then… Shit, I was even thinking straight… I-I was so scared that… I thought I would be losing you, like if you were ever going to ditch me for some other motherfucker if I can’t change or love myself for you that way… Because… You just don’t want to be seeing me like this as a fucking piece of loser shit and a selfish, psychopathic asshole, unworthy of real love… And by not letting everyone else out there notice me like they would just see right through me, looking like I’m some kind of a shitty, fucked up outcast!”

He was completely running out of strained breaths while he was managing to speak up for himself. He could even feel his heart was painfully racing and breaking so fast. And then in full agony, he finally said something once again.

“And… it’s not that you just don’t want me! I ruin everything and everyone around me! A-and I really didn’t want that happen like that either! I-I didn’t deserve it! And I wasn’t even good enough…! I just really don’t want any of this to ever happen to us again anymore, even if you still hate me seeing me suffer like this for the rest of my whole, fucking life, knowing that it’s like I never existed to you at all! A-and I didn’t want that to keep going on like this forever…! I-I don’t even know what I was going to do to make things right…! I just don’t fucking know… I’LL BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU!”

Once again, the silence echoed through the entire room. Those words really struck Stolas. He, his eyes widened open, hesitated upon hearing him how emotional it sounded and how absolutely devastated and heart wrenching it had been. He lamented to see him struggle to hold back his tears, and the way that he spoke was filled with so much sorrow and anguish, with so much heartbreak, and with just so much pain and remorse. He even felt his heart break upon hearing those words as he listened to the hurt and broken voice of his ex-boyfriend with so much guilt, followed by pain and regret.

“Blitz… I would never hate you… But to tell you the truth, all of this was a huge mistake… For the both of us…”

He shook his head sadly, seemingly clutching on to his chest in full concern. That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back; the imp's emotional facade fully collapsed. Blitzø’s next words were so choked up, it was hard to tell exactly what he was saying to him, with such sincerity, as if he told him the truth, but the words were clear enough. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, rolling down his face and staining his cheeks as he tried to keep himself together. He couldn’t even afford to struggle himself to hold them back. His shoulders began to shake, his breath coming out in ragged gasps and short sobs as he spoke in an almost sincere manner, with his grip on the other tightening. He fell on his knees as his entire body trembled from the force of his sobs, the air around them filled with incoherent mutterings and half-spoken apologies. His hands fully clenched on to the ground in desperation, and his voice became very desperate and pleading, the words forced out between sobs and strangled breaths.

“P-Please don't leave me...! I’m begging you…! Please don’t make me go away…! J-just don’t leave, okay? I’ll do anything! I promise! Oh, God help me! If you would’ve ever given me another chance, shit I fucking swear… In the name of Satan himself… I will never let you down! I promise I’ll stay with you! I just need to change! Please, Stolas! Just give me another chance! Please…!”

Stolas let his tears slowly fall as Blitzø let his walls crumble. Whatever he said, both hit him and the imp so hard. He heard Blitzø apologize and he was shocked that he already did. Stolas didn’t know what to do. He slowly approached to him but kept his distance.

“Blitz. I’m not mad at you. I’m more hurt than anything. You push me away and then turn things around like this whole thing is my fault. I know I have screwed up, but so have you.”

The owl prince was trying to be gentle with his words as Blitzø lifted his head up, with his mouth wobbling and his tears overflowing as he looked directly straight at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, his tears flowing freely. He felt like his rapidly beating heart would soon completely shatter into broken shards, as if he was about to give up and suffer from heartbreak. He then stood up, raced over to Stolas and wrapped his arms around him, embracing him like if he would disappear at any moment. He let out a full cry of agony and despair.

“I’m sorry, Stolas!”

He let out a shaky, choked gasp as he continued to cry, too lost in the moment to acknowledge the compliment at the moment. The imp was clinging on to the other in an almost protective manner, his fingers digging into the fabric of the latter’s shirt as he held onto him, begging for him to never leave him. It was only after several moments and several shuddering breaths that he was finally able to speak.

“I’m really, really sorry! Please don’t leave me again! Oh God, please don’t let me go! Don’t send me back home! I love you, Stolas! Forgive me!”

Stolas felt that Blitzø was beginning to tighten his grip on him, desperately sobbing and muffling on his feathery chest, and his arms squeezing strugglingly around his waist. He opened his arms and lightly embraced the imp into a hug.

“Blitz, thank you for your apology. I’m sorry too.”

He then kneels down and gently places his head on his shoulder, cuddling him. The comfort was soon overflowing. Blitzø sniffled as he looked up, whimpering. There was another moment where he seemed unable to speak, the sobs still racking his form, trying to get himself under control to speak clearly. His breathing was starting to stabilize slightly, but he could still feel the tremors occasionally run through him. The sobs were back, though not as hard this time. He let out a strangled, choked gasp, the trembling coming back, before he buried his face further into the other's shoulder to muffle the noises he was making. His grip on Stolas tightened again as he tried to speak, his voice coming out through tears.

“I-I'm s-sorry for lying… about everything... I-I just... I was scared... I didn't w-want to lose you...”

Stolas just held Blitzø and let him cry. He wondered how long he was holding all this pain in. He listened to the imp plea to give him another chance. He placed a gentle kiss on the imp’s forehead.

“It’s okay, Blitz. I promise I will never leave you again. I should be forgiven too. I’m very glad that you have already been thinking about me. You have changed so much, although I truly understand how much you wanted me in your whole life. And I will always be here and there for you, to care for you, to stay with you and to love you as much I ever wanted to.”

He knew they both had some things to address. But right now, he just wanted Blitzø to know that he truly forgave him. Blitzø let out a shaky, choked gasp as he continued to cry, too lost in the moment to acknowledge the compliment at the moment. After a few more shuddering breaths, the imp managed to force out a few more words between sobs, his body trembling as he did so. He continued to cling to the other in an almost protective manner, his fingers digging into the fabric of the other's shirt as he held onto him. It was only after several moments of sniffled sobs and shuddering breaths that he was finally able to speak.

“I... l-love you... God... I-I love you so fucking m-much...”

Stolas cuddled him more as he smiled very sweetly, with tears running from his eyes.

“I love you too, Blitzy…”

That seemed to finally break the poor imp's emotional dam. The sobs were back, though not as hard this time. He let out a strangled, choked gasp, the trembling coming back, before he buried his face further into the other's shoulder to muffle the noises he was making. Blitzø's grip on him tightened again as he tried to speak, his voice coming out through tears.

“...Promise...? C-Can you promise me... you won't leave me...? P-Please... I-I love you so damn much... I won't... I won’t let you down... I promise... just... don't... go away... please... I’ll… never… lie to you… ever again... Y-You really.... still want me...?”

Stolas nodded in agreement as he comfort continues.

“Yes… I do want you in my life…”

He tried to speak, but the words came out as more of a choked sob. Whatever he was trying to say was completely incoherent, his voice too drowned out by his tears. Blitzø clutched at the other even tighter, almost as if he was afraid of letting go and losing him, his body still trembling in his hold, the sobs shaking his frame as he cried. For as chaotic as the imp usually was, in this moment he looked like he was completely broken, reduced to a mess of tears and desperation.

“And I will never let anything bad to ever happen to you. I promise…”

Blitzø's breathing was starting to stabilize slightly, but he could still feel the tremors occasionally run through him. The imp let out another shaky sigh, letting his grip on the other loosen slightly, his face still against the other's shoulder. His voice was quiet, and slightly hoarse and raspy, though it was clear he was trying his hardest to get his emotions under control. There was no holding back now.

“…Please… Don’t let me go…”

Stolas comforted him as he gently rubbed his hands around the other’s body.

“There, there… Everything will be okay… I will never you go...”

There was no holding back now. Blitzø broke down sobbing again, his body trembling against the other, tears streaming down his face with no way of stopping it. The imp clutched at the other, desperately clinging to him as he spoke, his voice almost incoherent as he begged for him to stay with him.

“P-Please... I-I love you so much... I won't... l-I won’t disappoint you ever again... I promise... just... don't... go away... please…”

Stolas gently places his own finger on the imp’s whimpering lips, shushing and silencing him to calm him down. He looked very deeply at him with his charming, four red eyes.

“Don’t say it anymore… It’s all over. It’s already in the past now. Believe me. I will never leave you. You are someone who I truly deserve better. More than anything that you ever desire… You will always be in my heart, and I will be in yours… Always…”

It took a moment, but the imp managed to get a hold of himself again, his sobs slowly fading into soft cries and whimpers. His body was still trembling, the tears still streaming down his face, but the emotional breakdown was slowly fading, though he was far from recovered. Stolas embraced him more, and Blitzø let out another shuddering sigh, his body relaxing against the other somewhat, though he refused to let go, staying pressed against the other, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at him.

“T-thank you…”

He then let a slightly sad smile. He couldn’t be happier than ever. They stared at each other romantically in their own eyes and kissed.

[wowifinallywatched]

Listen...this is not my official more coherent thoughts around the Jigsaw installment of the fucking incredible Saw franchise that i normally like to post first but if you've ever wondered what it's like to watch a movie with me and my internal monologue well LOOK NO FURTHER

Coherent thoughts will be coming soon, but for now enjoy a raw reaction to whatever the FUCK THIS WAS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING AND I AKSBFKABF I JUST NEED TO SHARE THIS FEELING WITH SOMEONE HOLY FUCK-

JIGSAW

Listen if you're gonna be bringing this iconic and amazing as fuck series back it better be Fucking at the same level

Ah yes your standard creepy detective who makes sexist jokes like they get paid for it and no one does anything about it because “it's just who they are” and it's one of the bad qualities you have to adopt in about this person uh yeah no FUCK THA-

Okay I'm sorry I'm fucking sorry 39:33??!?!?!?!?!? FUCKING GOLD BEAUTIFUL STUNNING THAT WAS EVERYTHING IVE WANTED LISTEN I KNOW TRUST THE PROCESS OF THESE MOVIES DONT JUDGE TOO SOON BUT FUCK ME THAT WAS GOOD AND I WAS STILL TEETERING�� Listen I miss John okay-

WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN IS HE GONNA COME BACK FROM THE DEAD OR IS THIS REALLY SMART AJBRIAHE Fucking skin suit or secret child ass akdbia

Eleanor DYING WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT Like i can judge this would totally be me as well BEAUTIFUL??? OKAY BITCH NOW I THINK YOU'RE CRAZY

OH MY GOD SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK POISENED YOUR SIPPY CUP BAG MOTHERFUCKER I AM LOSING MY SHIT NOT KNOWING IF JOHN REALLY IS ALIVE OR NOT FUChis

“He was my nephew” Oh my god he was his nephew I'm sorry I had to-

BRKJZISHWJBEJAHSIWBWIHSIS MOTHERFUCKING SAW MY FUCKING GOD YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN WJDBQJ PUTTING HIM IN JOHNS CASKET HAHAHHA HOW THE FUCK DID THEY DO THAT QUIETLY OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH THEY'RE ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD AND JUST AJDBSIHDJW OBSESSED  I CANNOT OH MY GOD I LOVE IT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES IN MY BRAIN IT WAS EITHER GONNA BE TWO OPTIONS, JOHN WAS GONNA BE THERE OR HE WASN'T  BUT JUST IN SAW STYLE, A SURPRISE THIRD OPTION HAS APPEARED HAHAHAH Its like when you watch these movies, you're thinking so hard about one part of it (where the fuck is John) that you become completely oblivious to other options (surprise Mr. Coma has appeared) ALSO I WORK IN THE FUNERAL INDUSTRY AND THERE IS STRICT LAW THAT YOU CANNOT OPEN UP A COFFIN INSIDE THE CEMETERY SO H A

I'm trying to bring logic into these movies when I just watched a man get turned into a human milkshake

But this also means that someone could have taken John's body and has been using his DNA  But would the tests come back saying the DNA is dead or alive? Like someone purposely put his DNA under the guys nails to throw them off who's really playing these games I wonder if it's the OG Dr. saw bathroom who's running the show If John really is alive that would be fucking perfect This psycho mortuary girl better not have dug up John himself to fulfill her obsession I SWEAR- OH MY GOD SHE HAS THE OG SAW STOPPPP HAHAHAHAH Wait wait NO NO NO THIS IS A SET UP I SWEAR OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVE

everyone's like “oh copy cats copy cats” but it's actually the fucking detectives that study these cases of jigsaw everyone calm your tips MY TITS ARE NOT CALM WHERE IS THE DAUGHTER NO IM NOT FUCKING AROUND WHERE IS HIS DAUGHTER I SWEAR 

Oh my god I hear remnants of the saw music as they drive off from the house 🥺 LITTLE PIGGY IS STILL IN PLAY LES GOOOO Everytime I see VAIDUWOFJKSHEIEHDIJWKDNWKJFKSBEKNWKDJEKDBOSBRKANJDHSID JOHN JOHN SOBDJSBDIAHDIHA I JUST CHOKED ON MY CEREAL OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN MY JIGGY SAWWY MAN IM GONNA CRY HOLY FUCK IVE MISSED YOU NSKFBSJS HOW THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE IN A FUCKING MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK NO I DO NOT TRUST WHAT I SEE ARE YOU A TWIN BROTHER OR SOME SHIT I AM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THEY REPLACE YOUR BODY BUT THE TEST SUBJECTS WOULD HAVE COME BACK IS THIS A HALLUCINATION HOLY SHIT  I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THIS FUCKING TABLE HOLY FUCKING SHIT My boy you look like you've aged so much Oh my god that misdiagnosis hit way too close to home alright I am John number one protector BUT HOW THE FUCK IS HE ALIVE BECAUSE THE TUMOUR AND THE SKABKFJA John baby listen i love you so much and I love the game you've got going on and you give the best monologue but HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE

Listen surely those jigsaw pieces are a set up because surely not even the most dumbass of cops would keep that in their fucking FREEZER HAHAHAH

I am absolutely fucked I trust none of you bitches except daddy mortuary 

AWWWWWWWWW MEANING BEHIND THE PIG HEAD MENTIONED SO CASUALLY THAT IS SO CUTE JOHN

John is so fucking extra he has all these props and then uses a single shotgun

This is more trying to pick who Johns new apprentice is and i don't like any of them

GIRL WHY WOULD YOU WEAR BOOT HEELS TO THIS SCAVENGER HUNT

Listen John sliding the door to people's eternal doom just hits different okay

BACKWARDS OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN YOU ARE SO SMART It’s literally been the EXACT SAME ALL THESE YEARS PLAY BY THE RULES HE NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO SHOOT EACH OTHER FOR YOUR FREEDOM THAT WAS NOT A RULE HE SET IN PLACE HAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS AND I WAS CLAIMING HE WAS USING A SIMPLE ASS SHOTGUN OF COURSE IT WASN'T JUST A SHOTGUN I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS

DADDY MORTUARY WAS THE DOCTOR THAT FUCKED UP HIS TEST RESULTS OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ABSOLUTE LAZY DICKWAD OF A MAN YOU ARE DOOMED HAHAH

Wait what the fuck this is sus whats happening ABDKJSJEBWJDHIWVDJHS I THOUGHT HIS BODY WAS JUST ROLLING AT FIRST WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NO NO WAY DADDY MORTUARY IS JOHNS NEW APPRENTICE DETECTIVE YOU AND ME ARE THE SAME WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM HIM NO YOU WERE THE ONE I TRUSTED NO FUCKING WAY THE ONLY ONE I TRUSTED TURNED OUT TO BE THE MAN BEHIND IT ALL HAHAHAHAH FUCK WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN FUYCJA FUCKABAFSIABKFJBKAF HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT IS HOLY FUCK LISTEN I STARTED TO DOUBT THIS ONE THEN I TOLD MYSELF DON’T DO THAT BECAUSE IT’S WHAT HAPPENS EVERY TIME I ALWAYS THINK THEY’RE NOT AS GOOD AS THE PREVIOUS ONE BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T REACHED THAT CLIMATIC PLOT TWIST THAT PULLS ALL THE PIECES TOGETHER  AND THEN YOU REACH IT AND YOU THINK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE FUCKING PAST AND PRESENT PLAY THAT THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD AT

OH MY GOD I GOT SO EXCITED THINKING MY BABY JIGGY SAWWY MAN WAS ALIVE BUT NOPE IT WAS JUST THE PAST GAMES SOBS AND IT’S SO FUNNY BECAUSE NOW IF YOU REWATCHED THIS MOVIE YOU’D SEE ALL THE SIGNS POINTING TO THE TRUTH You just have to follow the rules You just have to follow the signs pointed in the direction of the movie plot OH FUCK ME MOVIE GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR CLEVER WAYS Think about it if you really listened to this movie, it’s literally telling you exactly what’s going to take place Oh fuck me HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO REWATCH ALL THESE MOVIES NOW WITH THAT MINDSET THIS HAS MIND FUCKED ME I CAN’T BELIEVE IT THE FACT WE WERE WATCHING THE OG GAME WITH THE DADDY MORTUARY BUT SIKE IT WAS TEN YEARS AGO

Not gonna lie Daddy Mortuary was kind of hot Jesus I need to learn his real name I'm sure someone said it I was just blinded by his good looks-

I AM LOSING MY MARBLES I LITERALLY CONTINUE DO ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW HAHAHA LIKE HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT MOMENT WHEN HE STARTED GETTING UP LOST IT GAVE ME FEELINGS BACK TO THE FIRST SAW MOVIE WHERE JOHN SLOWLY GOT UP AND REVEALED HIMSELF  Oh my god Daddy Mortuary was the son John never got to have *GROSS SOBBING IN THE CORNER*

AND SLIDING THE DOOR SHUT JUST LIKE JOHN LIKE JIGGY SAWY FATHER LIKE JIGGY SAWY SON SO THIS GAME HAPPENED FUCKING YONKS AND WOULD HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED BEFORE AMANDA AND BEFORE WHATEVER THE FUCK DETECTIVE FACE WAS I ALREADY DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME I just can't I can't believe they still gave us John Kramer content while he's still fucking dead that was so fucking clever You can't have a saw movie without the original Jigsaw in it and they fucking keep it alive in a smart way, not forced, but smart WAIT DADDY MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY I GET IT THE GAMES HAPPENED TEN YEARS AGO AND SUCH BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY  DID HE MOVE A WHOLE ASS CASKET AND REPLACE HIS CASKET WITH ANOTHER actually he works in a mortuary he would have the skills to do that HAHAHAHAH FUCKKKKKKK Listen this movie literally gave us John content, fucking ecstatic about it, then showed it was past John and that he's not really here right now

BUT THEY LEFT THE FUCKING DOOR WIDE OPEN FOR JOHN TO STILL BE ALIVE BY HIM NOT BEING IN THAT CASKET AND I KNOW ITS PROBABLY MORE A “They just put the body elsewhere/ replaced his casket” BUT LISTEN LET ME HAVE THIS SMALL OUNCE OF HOPE OKAY

ALSO DID I FUCKING CALL IT OR DID I FUCKING CALL IT ABOUT PUTTING JOHNS DNA UNDER HIS NAILS ON PURPOSE FUCKING CALLED THAT SHIT BITCH AND IM REALLY PROUD BECAUSE I CAN NEVER DO THAT WITH THESE MOVIES FUCK YES GO TEAM 1 FOR US  16 MILLION FOR THE MOVIE OKAY LET ME HAVE THIS ONE- Not me going on about how old John looks and it's literally exactly how he looks in all the other movies HAHAHAHAHAH

OH MY GOD IN THAT SCENE WITH JOHNS NEIGHBOUR AND LEG-O-LOSS I THOUGHT NEIGHBOUR WAS IN SHOCK (of course we find out because she was his neighbor) BECAUSE JOHN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BUT IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE THEY WERE NEIGHBOURS  NO ONE EVER BATTED AN EYE OR SAID BUT JIGSAW IS DEAD BUT JOHN KRAMER IS DEAD OH MY GODDDDD ANOTHER FUCKING SIGN TO JUST PAY ATTENTION TO THAT'S BEING SAID AND IT WAS REVEAL THE WHOLE MOVIE TO YOU

Just oh my God okay I need to lay this out Daddy Mortuary- Okay no let me find his real name Also poor fucking Eleanor she really was just a Saw fanatic and now she's wrapped up in something she doesn't even realise IF ONLY SHE KNEW BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE LOVING HER OWN STORY RIGHT NOW LOGAN HIS NAME IS LOGAN Alright so  Logan fucked up John's test results by mislabelling (the poor other fucking dude that got those results) which i feel like was a bit of an add on instead of reveal WAIT BUT IF THIS GAME HAPPENED BEFORE THE OTHER GAMES IN THE OTHER MOVIES Oh my fuck then he would have no reason to mention it in any of his past monologues because he already faced the man that did it and seeked his ‘revenge’ OH MY GOD OKAY REDEEMED THAT WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD TO COMPLAIN ABOUT BUT HE'S BEEN REDEEMED CARRY ON So John sets up one of his classic games, with the machine that was “never used” or they never found the bodies for OH MY GOD LOGAN GAVE HER THE ANSWER. LITERALLY JUST TOLD HER. BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW. HE WAS APART OF THAT GAME. HE WOULD HAVE RECOGNISED THE MACHINE STRAIGHT AWAY. HE LITERALLY TOLD HER BUT OF COURSE YOU WOULD NEVER SUSPECT IT TO BE ANYTHING BUT AN ACCUSATION HAHAHAH SHITTTTT I keep trying to write this out calmly and then get really Hyped up forgive me- The game begins with everyone having their sins AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS SO WEIRD THE GAME STARTED WITH SOMEONE STILL UNCONSCIOUS, IT FELT VERY UNLIKE JOHN BECAUSE HE'S ALL ABOUT HAVING A FAIR CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF and when we finally got to see the result of that scene where John is racing out to save him because it was an unfair start and he wanted to personally give him a second chance IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING- I wonder how far apart these events were to the previous movie

ANYWAY

My brain isn’t working i literally can't stop thinking about John being a protective father to him John takes him under his wing seeing his pain, seeing his grief and to teach him its not about anger AND LOGAN TEACHING JOHN SOME THINGS TOO SOBS listen, John is the most forgiving person IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 8 MOVIES TO SAY OTHERWISE BUT LET ME EXPLAIN- HE GIVES THEM A CHANCE TO CONFESS AND THEN BE FREE HE'S ONLY PUNISHING THEM BECAUSE THEY WON'T CONFESS THEMSELVES NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAD Oh my god i really am protecting a serial killer  BUT HEY IT'S FICTIONAL And it is fucking wild to me that no one ever found these bodies (JUST LIKE MY BOY ADAM SOBS) and so Logan planned and waited until the perfect moment to fuck with the world Except there's one thing different from John to the other people that have tried to take his place John gives them a fair game, just play by the rules Amanda, Detective Douche, Logan - They all seemed revenge. They gave them a game, but it wasn't always fair, it wasn't always a game that could be won. Oh wait but Detective banana peel ass didn't exactly confess to freeing Logans wife's murderer so he didn't play the game right OKAY THAT WOULD BE VALID THEN It's just crazy to me that a game happened in real time and we technically got to see exactly what it would have looked like but we never saw the actual game

AND OF COURSE LOGAN CHOSE A GUY THAT DOOMED HIS WIFE'S DEATH AS THE GUY TO GET NO CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION TO REPLICATE HIS OWN EXPERIENCE HAHAHAH LOVE THAT

This was so fucking clever and i never want to stop talking about these movies oh my god

BUT OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVES FUCKING HEAD GETTING SPLICED LIKE A FUCKING BANANA PEEL I CANT- THAT WAS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL HORRIFYING AND DISGUSTING BUT SO FLUID AND BEAUTIFUL  I cannot wait to watch the new movie and see the graphics All things considered theyve really done these movies justice all through the years Like I'm so fucking happy with the ending of this movie And I fucking adore that we got to see John again But I'm not gonna lie my heart is a little broken he's not actually alive and well- I KNOW WE LITERALLY SAW HIM GET AUTOPSIED wait Was Logan the one to do his autopsy  I remember he mentioned something about John being full autopsied but I don't remember if he meant he did it himself WAIT ITS ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME MORTUARY HAND TO DO THE SAW AUTOPSIES HASN'T IT OH MY FUCKING GOD SO HE KNEW THE PLAN ALL ALONG HE FUCKING KNEW OH MY GOD I AM EMOTIONAL-

Now I need to go back and watch the other movies again, for many reasons, but to see if it was Logan all along

I JUST READ MY NOTES WHILE WATCHING PREVIOUS SAW MOVIES AND I MADE A COMMENT ABOUT HOW SUS IT IS THAT THERE’S BEEN ONE CONSISTENT MORTUARY HAND LOOKING AFTER THE SAW VICTIMS HAHAHAH CALLED IT (possibly)

God I don’t drink but right now I feel like I need a drink

ONTO THE NEXT ONE WHERE YOU REALLY CAN’T PREDICT WHAT WE’LL EVER GET AKSBFKBF

[riddle-me-ri]

Hii!!! Since you already got asks about what your thoughts on the various Mad Hatters, and Scarecrows are—

Now I gotta ask what’s your thoughts on the various Riddlers? 👀

Complete the dork squad various thoughts EHEHEHEHEHEHE >:DDD

Hope you have an amazing day/night time!! ^^

-🐭💤

Hehe nope I haven't done one for the Riddlers yet, but it only makes sense to round up the Dork Squad with my ramblings let's gooooo

So I'm kinda just gonna go in random order lmao, and I'll mostly just focus on the ones I write for or else we'll be here FOR DAYS lmao but here I go!

Batman the Animated Series Riddler: Husband. 11/10, the reason I even got into Batman and the Rogues, why I'm here asdfghh. He can do no wrong, he still has done no wrong. Mockridge deserved to have sleepless paranoid nights for taking advantage of my amazing husband who would've have gone on and made amazing games had he not be mistreated....I love him a lot lol

Arkhamverse Riddler: Absolutely fucking brilliant, amazing love, love, love his character development. Definitely one of the best developments (not like...the best for him but writing wise) out of the entire series. It's so tragic, his fall from grace...and Wally's voice is perfect for him! He captures his radio/game show host voice but can also do moments of vulnerability right before picking his voice back up again, it's AH amazing.

Gotham Riddler: Ehhh...I've already griped about this show a bunch lmao, the way they've written the rogues is one of the huge issues I have with it. Ed is one of them. I almost stopped watching when I saw the split personality bs...just...AH. But I do adore S1 Edward with my entire being, I wanna be friends with him, I wanna hear him infodump and watch game shows and play video games just ugh

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler: ehh he's, he's okay. I can appreciate they had him fight for injustice (kinda like Arkham Origins, except Origins did it a wee better, just because it proved Ed's point that his knowledge and evidence was enough to make the system collapse more so than violence. Knowledge is more powerful than batman running around beating up henchmen) and I did like the cards, and I can appreciate the orphan take, but he is just kinda meh to me?

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: mmmm p.i. riddler my beloved asdfgghh love, love, love him. I know reformed riddler is a hit or a miss with some people, and I totally get it. But I adored him in this comic, it was nice seeing him doing better even for a minute. And my man's has rizz! And his relationship with the Sirens was super entertaining and endearing.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: Ahhh this asshole. I do sincerely enjoy him. I loved that this story showed what the Riddler is capable of (i know new 52 is garbage, but I do appreciate what Capullo/Snyder were doing in their run). I also just really, REALLY adore Capullo's style and his version of the Riddler just scratches an itch in my brain.

The War of Jokes and Riddles Riddler: asddfgh I hate this asshole. So much, it's almost a love to hate, dumb beef leprechaun looking motherfucker I swear to god. So dramatic and extra, but not even in a fun entertaining way lmao.

Young Justice Riddler: Baby boy, baby girl, can do no wrong, deserved better too. Much like BTAS, was absolutely robbed, we should've gotten more episodes. I will say his voice is absolutely jarring, but it grows on you the more you associate it with his design lmao

Telltale Riddler: AH PUZZLE GRANDPA!! lmao again, I dig how much of a threat they built him up to be. I love the different take on him being on older and established rogue. I also love his backstory or atleast the hints of it we get, it's intriguing and different.

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: asdfghj the fucking terrible twist aside...I do adore this design and voice for him. And yes, I do adore that just enough to try and write for him lmao.

Here's a few extra riddlemen I DON'T write for but in case anyone was curious:

Batman Forever Riddler: Listen, I love Jim Carrey, but the man gave me fever dreams. One of my core memories waking up at 3 am was not only to the music collection ads that'd play but also the random movies they'd play on TV. Batman Forever was one of them, and it overwhelmed the shit out of me. I woke up thinking I had some weird dream, but when I realized I wasn't totally losing it...ahhh yeah. Again, I can appreciate his inclusion, his take is absolutely iconic for sure. Just not for me.

Hush (comic) Riddler: Another excellent story about how compelling of a villain Riddler can be, I adore his design here too. If the animated version just kept what they had AHH

The Batman (2004) Riddler: I'm sorry, I adore Robert Englund voicing him, that was a neat surprise. And his backstory is so sad, but I just...not my fave design. I really can't get passed it. So sorry I know he's a favorite, but just not for me.

Batman '66 Riddler: I've only seen clips, gifs, and some episodes, but I adore this man. I don't write for him yet only because I don't know nearly enough. But I absolutely love this man and will praise him until the end of time. He's the reason we have the riddler suit. He's the OG. He's the goat.

Harley Quinn The Animated Series Riddler: As much as I'm not a fan of a bald Riddler, I fucking adore this Riddler. He's really witty and sarcastic, a man after my own heart. Gotham is overrun by rogues and this fucker opens a university? Of course, he would. I also adore him and Clock King, are you kidding me??

I...I hope that answers your question...lmao I didn't mean for it to get this long I swear to god.

[medics-secret-shipfic-folder]

TF2 + Snapcube Sonic Real-time Fandub Quotes

This is mainly just Cheavy with Eggman's lines.

Sniper, holding a bar of Australium: Do you know where the closest Hot Topic is?

Scout: Hey! Put that down! That's an expensive gold bar!

Sniper: GOLD DOESN'T GLOW, DICKNIPS!

-

Cheavy: *loud sigh* I miss my Medic, Frankenstein. I miss him a lot. I'll be back.

Medic: ???????????

-

Cheavy, to the RED team in New Zealand: It seems you bitches have come to a standstill in fuckin' Atlantis. You have 13 seconds before the island fucking explodes you Hot-Topic wannabe and you red-gumball sons-of-bitches! You have done nothing but ruin my life and I hope you all DIE!

-

Soldier: HOW THE FUCK DID WE GET TO EGYPT!?

-

Cheavy: Hey bitches! Didn't expect to see me, did ya?

Medic: Oh hey, Cheavy. Some weird guy named Gray-

Cheavy: Frankenstein, I have had enough of you! You took my Medic, you fucked my crops - I'm taking your life! AND THE AUSTRALIUM!

-

Engie: Hey, Medic, I have a question. Can you please explain to me how you fuck crops?

-

Spy: Scout, listen to me! I know who your father is! (dies)

Scout: DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!

-

Cheavy: Get the fuck out or i'm shooting your Medic in the fucking face! I swear to god! I'll do it, you bitch! GET OUT!

-

Cheavy: Well honey your mascara is on fleek but we gotta get the fuck outta here cause the building's about to explode - RED STRIPES!? JET BOOTS!? OH MY GOD-

Medic: Don't worry, I can fly! This'll never be brought up again!

-

Cheavy: Frankenstein, please join me by my side and we'll rule the Earth together! You can stand by me even though I can't see SHIT through these fucking goggles-

Medic: No, because you're old.

Cheavy:

Medic: lol get rekt you old scrub-man. Anyways I'm gonna go fuck your Medic now.

Cheavy: WHAT!? You're not allowed to fuck my Medic! FRANKENSTEIN! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! FRANKENSTEIN! WHAT THE FUCK-

-

Cheavy: Now, to try to log onto my Twitter once more. Lets see if this computer works...

Computer: *welcome to Twitter.com*

Cheavy: *gasp* Doc! What have you been tweeting about...WHAT THE FUCK!? IS THAT FRANKENSTEIN'S DICK!?

Medic over the news: Hah! I fucked your Medic! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got other bitches to get into bed with. Isn't that right...uh, the Classic Medic? I'm sorry I don't know what to call you-

Cheavy: WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS THIS-

-

Cheavy: I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!? OH MY GOD-

-

Cheavy: I told you not to fuck my Medic!

Medic: And I did anyway! What're you gonna do about it, bitch?

-

Cheavy: Alright, since the RED team fucked my Medic, I need both of you as part of my team!

Bea: I mean, I guess that's fine. As long as I get my weed back, I don't care.

Cspy: I don't have a character motive.

Cheavy: Listen! We are going to explore this island and find Sniper! He has all the weed that you need! That ganja, that mary jane - MARAJAMIJ! All in his pockets! He is your local drug dealer and I am gonna blow up this island! Now go look for him, and hurry up!

-

Cheavy: What are you two FUCKING talking about!?

-

Heavy: I fucked your Medic. He's mine now.

Cheavy: WHAT IN THE ACTUAL SHIT-

-

Cheavy: I've come to make an announcement! FRANKENSTEIN IS A BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER-

-

Medic: Oh hey look, it's Sniper. Hopefully he didn't hear me call his name. *calls Heavy* Hey, Heavy?

Heavy: What's up, baby?

Medic: I found Sniper. He's dead. You want me to punish him?

Heavy: No, don't do that. He's already dead.

Cheavy: WHY IS YOUR HEAVY ON THE SAME LINE AS THE VILLAIN LINE!?

-

Cheavy: WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER.COM!?

-

Miss Pauling: I have this manual on how to hack into the Twitter headquarters just so I can post it to the whole world! So you better hurry up with your explanation before I just do it!

Medic: It looks like every Tetris block at once!

Cheavy, over the radio: HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING TALKING ABOUT MY DICK AGAIN!? ON GOD, WHEN I SEE YOU AGAIN IT IS ON SIGHT! IT IS ON SIGHT-

Medic: Piss off. *hangs up* Anyways, begone thot.

[weebsinstash]

These werewolf audiobooks are keeping me on my toes because I've listened to enough of them at this point that I'm not sure what to expect, specifically in terms of "is the POV significant"

I've read a lot of stories where only the Female Lead and Male Lead get POVs and the second you hear it's the pov of so and so, you know that person is the love interest. But I've also read stories where the POV switched for narrative storytelling, like showing the "guy who rejected the female protagonist" character have his life go down the tubes over what he did while the FL is off in love with someone new and better, or switching to a villain to let the reader know Something Big is about to happen, or switching to a friend of the protag

In an addictive craving for conflict and drama I picked up another "you rejected me" type of story, this one called True Luna, and I stg, the guy is all "I'm future alpha, and I love love love the female lead, she's so gorgeous and smart and kind and we grew up together and I've ALWAYS had feelings for her AND she turns out to be my mate, but she's PHYSICALLY WEAK and TOO YOUNG (shes 18) and I need a STRONG MATE so even though it breaks my heart to reject her, poor me, im gonna take someone else I don't love as my mate because it's for the good of the pack" and his reasons for rejecting her aren't even really valid and he even acknowledges she could get stronger with hard work, but there have been an increasing number of rogue attacks to the point they even have a 'king' so his reaction is all "and if she gets hurt, they might use her as a weakness against me, she couldn't defend herself either, this is protecting her"

Also you know what really burns me. This story explicitly states the mate bond can NEVER be broken. So like. This motherfucker is basically saying "I won't wait at all for you to try and prove yourself, have fun spending the rest of your life watching me with another woman while we both feel our bond" like I swear to fucking god if the actual real male love interest isn't someone else. She even hears her own fucking brother agreeing with this punk that "she isn't strong enough" and basically agreeing "yeah go ahead and reject her, it IS for the good of the pack". Wow. "Yeah I'm gonna be a motherfucker and put an assumption over the safety of my community over my actual sister"

She even turned down a guy who she WANTED to be her chosen mate who told her he loves her "because I want to wait and see if I find my fated mate" like girl take the time to heal obviously but. He's right there. You now have no obligation to wait, you both already love each other, just take the plunge my god 💀 if the real love interest isn't her friend OR even the Rogue King this story is an automatic drop, im not a fan of "we had a perfect friendship and I betrayed you and didn't communicate with you and now I come crawling back later and you fall in love with me" stories. I'm someone where, you burn me like that, you either get my malice or my apathy

[kurootoot]

at the mercy of - professor toji (1/4)

when you find yourself struggling in your university class, you approach your professor for help. you get help alright, but not in the way you had expected.

pairing: fem!reader x toji fushiguro

warnings: age gap, teacher-student relationship, non-con, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, degradation

words: 2.1k

you stared at your screen in absolute disbelief.

“a ‘D’?!”

you had just received your grade back for the latest assignment you had, and were baffled at how badly you had done. this was the third time you had received an assignment for this class, and also the third time you had done poorly. you had made sure to study your ass off and crush this fucking assignment, not letting a stupid general business course get to your ego. you read extensively, wrote multiple drafts, and were sure you’d finally do well this time.

“i swear to god this motherfucker just has a problem with me,” you grunted, hastily stuffing your things into your tote bag and headed to the professors offices.

your professor for this business class was a tall, gruff man named toji fushiguro. he was well-built and muscular, and even had a scar across his lips. if anything, he looked more like a gangster than a professor. his presence always seem to conduct a certain seriousness and fear, and you could tell even some of his colleagues were scared of him. nonetheless, despite this discrepancy in deamenour and job, he was a brilliant professor. 

rumours floated around constantly.

“i heard he was a mafia boss.”

“professor fushiguro ran a drug ring!”

“i heard he killed someone before and got away with it” ... and so forth.

you always dismissed these as just speculations based on his appearance, but couldn’t help but think that maybe his vast knowledge came from experience. you were always frantically taking notes in his class because of the gems he’d spew off the cuff, and paid attention to every possible thing you could have learnt, no matter how small. so the fact that you weren’t doing well was making you pissed. really pissed.

---

you stormed through the corridor, walking up to the door with the plaque that said “PROF. FUSHIGURO”. you burst into the room without knocking, looking like a hot mess. your hair was in a messy bun, wearing a cropped white tang top and grey sweatpants that hung low on your waist. professor fushiguro was sitting at his desk and your rude and sudden entrance earned you an amused cocked eyebrow from him as he looked up from his papers. 

“can i... do something for you?” he asked, the amused expression still on his face.

you said nothing, angrily pulling out your laptop from your tote bag and opening it to show him.

“a ‘D’? it’s fucking ridiculous. i spent weeks on that assignment.”

professor fushiguro broke the eye contact and looked down, smirking at your insolence in disbelief.

“if you’re trying to earn better grades, maybe it’s a good idea not to piss of your professors, miss y/n” he looked up now, putting his hands in a fist and resting his chin on them.

“i don’t understand what i’m doing wrong. i’ve taken down everything you’ve ever said. i’ve read and reread all the material until i knew it like the back of my own hand. i’ve done everything.” you chided

professor fushiguro stared down at his papers again, not looking at you while he spoke. 

“listen carefully, miss y’n. i’ve met brats like you. brats that think that they’re all that and that they’re better than everyone else. but they’re not.”

your throat tightened, feeling the initial confidence you had displayed curling up into a twist in your stomach.

“you think that business is all about studying? you can read all the shit in the world about it and still not know a thing.”

“let me tell you something, miss y/n.”

he got up from his seat now, still not looking at you. his movements were painfully slow and intentional. he took measured steps around his table.

“miss y/n, what do you think business is about?” he was leaning against his table now, arms crossed in front of him and just a few paces in front of you. now, he looked directly at you. standing closer, he could see that you weren’t wearing a bra and followed the tips of your soft nipples. the smirk on his face drew your attention to his scar and made you gulp.

“well... business is about making money. analyse your factors of production, your supply and demand-- make the most profit based on the knowledge you know.”

“wrong.” he said sternly, in a low voice.

your body tensed.

“business is about power, miss y/n.” he pushed himself off the edge of the table and walked towards you until he was right in front of you. impossibly close.

“power-- is something you clearly don’t understand, girl”

he placed his finger under your chin and lifted it up harshly, leaning in just slightly. his face was now close to yours and you could feel his hot breath.

“you walk in here, acting like you own your shit. it’s fucking stupid.”

“you know nothing about power.” he pushed your head roughly to the side as he took his finger off your face. 

you froze and stood rooted to the ground. your gut was telling you to run. dash out of the door and scream for help, but you were to petrified to do so. something was telling you that this was bad, this was dangerous, but you knew there was no way out of this. you sensed him behind you, walking towards the door. 

the click of the lock made your stomach drop. 

you let out a shaky breath.

“let me teach you what power actually is.”

---

you could feel him walk up to you until he was right behind you. what you didn’t know was that he was admiring the view in front of him. the cropped shirt revealed your slender back, and your ass looked so good in those sweatpants.

“drop all your things and turn around.”

your throat was tight and you did as you were told. moving very slowly, you bent down to put your bag on the floor and turned around apprehensively. 

now, you two were facing each other, and the look on his face was completely different from a few moments ago. his eyes had grown dark and hollow, and his body exuded an indescribable malice. his aura thickened the air in the room which filled your body with absolute dread.

you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“get on your knees.”

your breath hitched. what was he planning to do? this can’t be happening. but the command felt absolute and you felt like something terrible might happen if you failed to comply with him. you knew that, either way, he was going to have you. your body was trembling now, and you unsteadily lowered yourself and onto your knees.

you looked up at him. from this angle, he looked even more intimidating. his huge body became very, very apparent to you, and you felt small and vulnerable in front of his gaze.

he scoffed. “now you know your place.”

“now, suck.”

s- suck?! suck what?! you were dumbstruck. this cannot be happening.

“i said, suck.” he grabbed your hair, putting your face right in front of his crotch.

with shaky hands, you reached for his waist band, tugging it down cautiously.

in his boxers, you could see the imprint of his dick. he was hard already, painfully so. and he was huge.

you gulped, looking up at him tentatively before looking back down at his crotch.

“what are you waiting for?” he said in a low voice. the raspiness of his throat sent shivers down your spine.

hesitantly, you reached for his boxer waistband now. you pulled it down slowly, revealing his long length inch by inch until it finally set free and snapped against his abdomen.

your mouth parted slightly and your eyes widened at the sight. his dick was absolutely massive. it was impossibly thick and protruding veins followed his length all the way to the tip. a trail of precum dripped from his tip, and his cock twitched at the exposure to the air. you felt yourself salivating a little. 

you looked up at him again, before shifting forward slightly on your knees. you took your hand and wrapped it around his cock gently, wiping the precum with your thumb and stroking slowly.

the contact made the professor inhale sharply, closing his eyes. 

you licked your lips and moved your mouth to his cock, resting the heavy length on your lips pensively. then, you parted your mouth, taking a bit of the tip into it. your mouth was hot and wet, and the walls were incredibly soft. professor fushiguro let a smile creep onto his face.

“yessss, baby. such a good girl following instructions.”

you started taking more of him into you, his thick cock stretching your jaw wide as you made your way down his length. you tried to take as much as you could of him, before retracting back to the tip. even though it had reached the back of your throat, your mouth was not even close to the base of his cock. 

slowly, you started bopping your head on is length, trying to take as much as you could each time. professor fushiguro’s hand was still in your hair, gripping tightly as it followed your movements.

“i said suck, what the fuck don’t you understand” he grunted.

you hollowed your cheeks as hard as you could and clenched your lips into a tight ‘O’. you sucked. hard. and tears were forming in your eyes.

“aha, ah- yes, baby. that’s it...” the professor threw his head back, basking in the sensations.

the tears streamed down your face. he was too big for you. your jaw started to  ache and saliva pooled in your mouth. as much as you didn’t want it to, his huge cock was making an inevitable warmth form in your core, and you rubbed your legs together to try and relieve some tension.

you continued to suck hard and bop your head, creating lewd, wet noises that echoed off the walls of the office. you got a hang of it, moving in a fast, rhythmic motion.

now, you earned grunts from the professor who didn’t try to hide the fact that he was clearly enjoying himself.

“ughhh, yes. just like that baby. you’re doing such a good job for a slut”

every time his cock hit the back of your throat, more saliva and tears formed. the mix of saliva and precum formed a slick that was pouring over your mouth now, attaching your lips to his cock and dripping down your chin.

“you look better like this, miss y/n. suits your eyes” he let out a deep, guttural laugh, making your sex tinge.

the veins of his cock were pulsating. you took your hands and cupped his balls, realising that they were full and heavy, just waiting to be released.

the professor started grinding his hips forward slowly, making it evident that he was close. 

“now, be a good girl for me and take my cock well, okay?” he said sweetly, before grabbing the back of your head with both hands. hard.

he started thrusting roughly into your mouth. the sensation was so overwhelming, gagging sounds erupted from your throat and you were full on crying by now. your eyes pleaded with him, trying to send a message. 

please, please. not so hard.

but he didn’t care. he pounded into your mouth hard and fast, letting out throaty, low grunts loudly while throwing his head back in ecstasy.

"bitches like you need to learn a lesson. fucking distasteful is what you are.” he said, keeping up an excruciatingly fast pace and never relenting. 

wet sounds, your gags, his grunts. all these erotic sounds made a symphony.

his grunts became more frequent, and his veins were protruding. he was going to come.

“better know your fucking place. a slut is all.”

before you knew it, he pushed his cock all the way into your mouth, going down your throat. loud moans ripped through the room as strings of hot liquid shot down your throat and coated it. the sensation was too much. you were gagging, but he kept your head firmly in place, coming down your throat. after he had finished, he finally relaxed his hold, letting you catch your breath with his dick still in your mouth.

“fuck, i didn’t know you had it in you baby girl” he said, lazily thrusting into your throat to ride out the pleasure. you were completely at the mercy of him. you lost all will to fight and just accepted your fate plainly there. he had come into your throat and sealed your fate. 

pulling out of your mouth, he tapped the corner of your cheek.

“come, open up. did you swallow everything?”

you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, revealing completely clean, pink flesh.

“aha. now that should clean that dirty mouth of yours.”

---to be continued--- 

click here: part 2

—

authors note: lmk what you think ;) do reblog and share if you liked it :D

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Is it Hot in Here?

Pairings : witch!reader x kaiparker

Warnings : swearing, mentions of stress, shameless flirting, teasing, smut, kai having an innocence kink, slight size kink, praise kink, dirty talking, kai and his fucking pet names, unprotected sex

Request : “Can it be from the Vampire Diaries with Kai where I’m a witch and I secretly like him which he teased me about. When I’m going over spells in my room he comes in and tried to distract me when he takes my magic so I get upset but we have a moment and kiss and it gets heated from there? Lol thanks” || @gpiggy98

Word Count : 4228

A/N :

Listen…. Listen…. I know I said…. “I’ll post it either tonight or tomorrow” like a week ago… but listen…. sorry🥺

   You didn't know exactly when all of this started. The flirty comments, slight touches whenever he'd pass by, and the names- oh god the fucking names. It was all just so much to handle, and your were barely even handling it.

   Y/N Y/L/N, the mystic gangs good little witch who was always at their beck and call. Honestly, you didn't mind helping out your friends. Risking your neck to save theirs because you know that they would have done the same for you. You always wore a smile, even when you didn't feel like it. You were always ready, and kept your schedule open, for obvious reasons, you were y/n, reliable innocent y/n.

   Kai was... kai. Evil sociopathic bastard who thought he was the funniest motherfucker in the world.

   He had the jokes, the charm, the looks. He was especially skilled for a witch without their own natural powers. And maybe that's why you became so intrigued with him. How even he could make Damon crack a smile with his devilishly dark jokes. And not even Caroline could say 'he's not even that cute', because everyone knew he was. And the physical attraction was their from the beginning, it was the mental and emotional attraction that was beginning to drive you absolutely mad.

   "Pssst...." The brown haired siphon whispered, voice low as he made the noises. "Pssst... hey, Princess, pssstttt."

   You were hot. Physically. And your raw talent and power just made Kai gravitate towards you. He was a simple man who wanted simple things. At first, the flirting was a joke. The names, and the light touches came later. When he saw how his flirting made your eyes go wide, and how nervous you got when he would say your name. It was absolutely adorable. And how whenever you talked, unless it was something you were ever so passionate about, you couldn't seem to stop tripping over your words. Most people would find that aggravating... but something about your voice just rang so many bells up in his head.

   "y/nnn" kai sighed, still in a whisper, but getting annoyed by how you weren't responding quickly enough for him. "come on doll, I know you're in there." Kai hummed, fingers tapping at your temple in hopes to see those beautiful soft eyes open up for the first time in an hour.

  Yes. He has been watching you for an hour. You were in the zone when he walked in, and your zone usually involves you in an unbreakable mental state that left your face at such a natural resting position. Not bothered, not angry, hot happy or sad, just y/n.

   "Holy hell, my great grandma has better hearing than you." He grumbled. "And the bitch is dead." His eyes rolled, as he set two fingers to your temple, drawing out some of your energy, suddenly gaining your attention as you felt his presence.

   Having him siphon your magic didn't hurt, mostly because he didn't want it to, but it was mainly just uncomfortable. It was a feeling you could never forget if it's ever happened to you. It was indescribable, but yet so distinct. Sometimes in a bad way, other times it almost let out a relief of pressure.

   "Kai!" You gasped, body moving back, away from him, as you regained 'consciousness'.

"Oh goody, she's awake." Kai smirked.

"What? Why are you- what are you doing I here?" You cleared your throat, heading slightly throbbing from the siphoning of the area. "How did you get in my house?"

"I unlocked the back door last time I was here." He answered as if that was obvious already. "Don't worry, I locked it back when I came in." He smiled sweetly, but something still sooo.... Devilish about it all. "Also, I ate all your cookies in the jar downstairs last week so I brought you more. I think their stale though-"

"Huh-"

"Relax, doll, I'm only joking. Sort of." His eyes rolled, all ready to change the subject. "I heard you were back for your weekend with the powderpuff girls and I wanted to stop by."

You had disappeared for the weekend on a road trip with the Salvatores. They took you to find some herbs that would've been a big help in this latest predicament that you all managed to land yourself into. You offered to go instead of Bonnie, you insisted she stayed behind to reduce the amount of stress she goes through on a constant basis. Just y/n being sweet little pure old y/n.

"Y-you wanted to- does anyone know your here?" You asked.

Because of your soft yet not fragile in the least mind, and the power of your magic, you and Kai weren't ever allowed to be in the same room alone. In case he managed get a one up on you, and stole your magic. Your friends were careful about Jim around you, and made it very clear to the both of you. The shameless flirting and advances he made on you didn't seem to settle them either.

   "Nope. And they don't have to. I don't bite." He teased. "Well... unless you want me to."

  "I- you shouldn't say stuff like that." You huffed.

"Why because you like it?" He teased again. Watching your innocent eyes light up in horror. "Take a chill pill, babe, I'm just messing with you." He rolled his eyes. You felt your heart flutter at his 'babe' it sounded so effortless and sensual that you could've screamed in pleasure right then and there. "You need to stop letting your friends boss you around." He spoke, your eyebrows knitting together at the suggestion.

  "I don't let them... boss me around..." you spoke slowly, confused as to what he meant.

  "Sure you do. Why else would you ask if somebody knew I was here. We both know I have no intentions on hurting you, there's no point to it, and your too cute to die-" he winked, your eyes falling to your lap. "You care about what they think, and I guess that's fine and all, but don't let them treat you like your their bitch." You eyes quickly snapping back up to his. "You are your own person, who can make their own decisions, stopping let them bitch you around." You we're honestly stunned. You had no idea where all of that came from, nor why. You didn't let your friends bitch you around, that wasn't true, you were just willingly enough to help them whenever they needed no matter the cost. They had done the same for you many times, you were just returning the favor.

"I uhm... no I don't- I trust them and they said-"

"There you go again with the 'they'" he sighed with a roll of his eyes.

"Kai-"

"Do you think I'm trying to hurt you right now, y/n?" He spoke, fingers grazing your arm as he gazed at you so intensely you didn't know how react. "Do you think I want to, Princess?" He spoke, voice sensual, making it harder to resist his charms.

"I think..." you whispered, as his eyes connected with yours. "...uhm, I should... get back to what I was doing..." you cleared your throat, bringing a smirk to his soft pink lips.

"Don't avoid the question." He mused.

"I don't know what your talking about." You spoke quickly, as you felt him grow closer to your being.

"Do you know how adorable you are?"

"W-hat?" Your eyes went wide.

"God... Just cute as button." You gasped as his hands reached to cup your chin. You had no idea what to do. Push him away? No. Not say anything? No. You were conflicted.

"What are you doing?" You asked, noticing his eyes closing in on your lips. "K-kai?" You mumbled, whole body raising in temperature.

"Can I kiss you, y/n?" Your heart was practically dead meat, pausing in its rhythms of beating just to make sure you heard everything correctly. Did he just? Ask you? If he could kiss? You? He was kidding. He had to be. There was no way he was being serious, he never took anything seriously. This was a cruel joke to play. The look on his eyes and who you knew him to be were two totally different people. You were conflicted in the worst way.

"what?" Your voice was small.

"Seriously. Can I? Kiss. You." He spoke, voice lowering a few octaves, as you body was practically vibrating.

You remained silent for a long few moments. Just in each other's faces. Yours moving closer to his, noses brushing against each other's as you thought about how bad of an idea this was. Though you did want to so fucking bad. His scent just filled your lungs, intoxicating you with the thoughts of his lips of yours. The only words able to cross your mind were, yes, and please for the love of god just kiss him already.

Your head nodded on its own, kai's lips curling into a slightly smirk as his hand moved from your chin to your cheek. His warm palm, comforting your aching mind, as he closed the gap between your two faces. Lips coming into contact with each other, softly at first, just to test the waters. You body went a bit stiff before finally relaxing into his. He felt the change in your mood once your lips started pressing back firmly against his. All the doubts of you wanting him the way he wanted you slipping his mind. You didn't seem scared, or nervous as you moved your lips against his, you actually seemed to be enjoying it. Which of course was good, but he needed more. More of you than he could physically handle. He wanted all of you. All of his precious innocent little y/n, just to ruin, all for him.

"Did you hear that?" You pulled away from him, quickly, your mind tricking you out of guilt to think that something was happening outside. Kai's eyebrow raised your your new found jumpiness, a smile on his lips as your eyes caught his again, body relaxing as his other hand rested on you side.

"No." He mused, lip finding its way between his teeth as he fought the urge to take more of what he wanted.

"But I swear I-"

"Y/N-"

"like a door opened I swear-"

"If someone did break in, then they broke into the wrong house." He assured you, watching you face change expressions. "But I didn't hear anything, so I highly doubt it." He spoke. Your eyes closing for a moment, finally realizing his hands were on you. Your skin grew hot, and your mind went into frenzy. What were you doing? Everyone was going to kill you when they found out what just happened. What was going to happen? If?

"Is it... hot? In here?" You let out a soft breath, breathing a little heavier than before.

"Nope, just you." Kai chuckled. "Can I kiss you again, Princess?" He asked, and the butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach began to rage.

"please." No hesitation in your voice what's so ever. Normally that would've been embarrassing, but right now, you were just clouded with the thoughts of the two of your lips clashing again.

You felt his smirk press against your lips again, this time your lips not hesitating to participate in the action. His tongue swiping against you bottom lip, gaining access to the entirety of your mouth. He could taste the minty flavor of your toothpaste this morning, and that fruity flavor of the gummy worms you had for breakfast. He tasted like strawberry jam, sweet and savory in a way that you didn't mind.

He used his hand on your waist to pull your body closer into his. Your best pressed against his as your breathing picked up again. The kiss turning sloppy, nothing cute or romantic about it, it was pure need and list from both parties. Kai acted like he was basically starving for you, and you were just enjoying the ride, never wanting that feeling to end. Your mouths dancing with each other, taking the air from your lungs, causing it to get harder to breathe. The air around the two of you heating up, like, you practically were steaming at his touch. You're hands moved up his body, exploring his soft flawless skin until your reached the soft slightly grow out brunette hairs on top of his head. Both of his hands moved down to your thighs, pulling you closer to him until you were right on top of his lap. The soft fabric of your pajama shorts riding up your thighs, leaving his fingers to wonder around you perfectly soft skin. Your fingers disappearing under his hair, collecting a slight grip through drew out the most devilish groan from his throat. If you could, you'd make sure to replay that sound in you mind over and over again until you couldn't anymore.

"want you so bad." Kai moaned into your lips.

"please, take me." You responded in a soft whine. "I want you, Kai." You gave him all the permission he needed. Suddenly, he was moving you to your feet, both of you in a hurry to get off your shirts, you slipped out of your shorts, moving to his belt buckle next.

God, you were so dead if anyone found out about this.

Kai stepped out of his jeans as they pooled around his ankles, pushing you onto your bed, before crawling on top of you. You let out a tiny giggle as your body bounce on the soft mattress making him smile, his lips came down on yours once again. Your legs wrapping around him, as you welcomed him with no clean intentions in mind. You were letting out cute, soft moans into his lips, almost taking his breath away.

"God-" he breathed out, pulling away from your lips. His eyes falling to your face, the feeling of your bare skin beneath him sending his mind to places so dark even he couldn't believe he was thinking such things. "I could just-" his lips connected with the skin on your neck, leaving a few soft kisses, before traveling down your body. "Eat" kiss. "You." kiss. "Up." kiss. He stopped when he reached the band of your panties. His eyes looking back up to you when he realized you were looking down at his with those soft beautiful eyes of yours. He hooked your panties under his fingers before pulling them down your legs. You felt like you were going to implode. How was this even possible.

"please kai" you whined, hips lifting off the bed. He used his hips to hold you hips down, evil smile crossing his face.

"please what, Princess?" He smirked, you let out a huff at the teasing tone in his voice.

"I need you" you tried to move your hips again, but he had you pinned down. "Please." You whined again. Only entertaining him further.

"Come on, you can beg better than that, I know you can." He teased, fingers traced the skin of your lower stomach. Your whole body tightened at the touch, his eyes still staring into yours. Waiting for the pleads and cries to begin. Those always were his favorite parts of his  daydreams, and now he got to turn them into reality.

   "Please kai, I want it so bad, please touch me." You begged making him smirk as his head bent down to press a light kiss on your skin, fingers moving down your body to your heat moving carefully to where they were. His fingers slipped slowly through your folds, allowing him to let out a soft moan at how wet you were. He collected your slick on his fingers before pressing his thumb to your clit. His fingers moved in a soft circles, just listening to your pretty moans escape you throat as he barely began to get started. His lips still pressed to you skin, as his thumb played with you clit. His lips moving lower and lower, Barry giving your brain room to process anything. The only thought in your mind is how close he was to right where you needed him most in the moment.

His lips parted, tongue escaped from its confines, connecting directly with you clit, licking a single stripe on you heat. You let out a soft moan, hands gripping at your own thighs, trying to keep themselves out of his hair. He removed his thumb from your clit, replacing the digit with his lips, letting out a soft moan into you flesh at your warmth on his tongue. Kai left sloppy wet kisses to your clit, licking and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making it harder to contain yourself. You felt his fingers, lightly circling around your hole, already begging for him to use it. His name left your lips in such erotic ways as you felt his middle finger slowly entering you, coated in your slick as your walls tightened around the digit. He moaned into you again at the sensation of you squeezing around him. Your hips slowly grinding into his tongue, chasing after your high so desperately with moans that were so close to making him go feral. His first instinct was to hold down you hips and make you take whatever it was he chose to give to you, but watching you fuck yourself on his face and hearing all the moans of his name falling from your lips were just too juicy of a moment to give up.

   "m' so close, Kai." You moaned as he pumped his digit in and out of you while his lips worked on your clit. He entered another finger in you stretching you out for moment before regaining speed as he pumped into you. He felt your walls convulsing around him, his fingers scissoring you, hitting every spot you needed him to as he stimulated you in the best way possible.

   "God, you're tight." Kai moaned against your clit. Pulled away from you quickly, fingers entering his own mouth as he sucked off your juices from his fingers.

  "No, why'd you-" you whined, feeling that knot slowly loosen in your stomach. He had yet another devilish grin on his face, as he felt you hips still moving against the air.

  "I'd much rather your cum on my cock, Princess." He smirk, pulling his fingers from his lips with a pop. He brought them down to your lips, eyebrows raised as you mouth opened without question. "Good girl." He moaned, your lips wrapping around the two digits mindlessly. You let out a soft moan at the praise, which he took note of as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your lips, watching as you took him so elegantly.

   You really were just perfect weren't you.

"Is that what you want?" You nodded quickly, still holding his fingers in your mouth, tongue working to remove the taste of you from the digits. "Words, doll. I want to hear that dirty little mouth say it." He removed his fingers from your mouth, cleaning them off with his for a final time as he waited for you.

   "I want-"

"Louder, baby, can't hear you." He smirked.

   "I want to cum on your cock, Kai." That simple sentence just sending him into heaven. "Please fuck me." You begged, chest heaving at the anticipation.

  "With a cherry on top?" He teased, but you didn't respond. Your bottom lip poked out slightly, big soft eyes staring deep into his, almost making him cum at the sight. "Holy fuck." He growled, he own hand, reaching into his boxers as he hovering above you on his other arm. He took his length in his hand, pumping himself a few times, as he watched the innocent look in your eyes as he stroked himself, pulling his length from the confines of his underwear.

   He was big. Your eyes visibly enlarged, causing him to smirk. You watched as he smeared your juices on the tip of his cock as he dragged himself along your folds. He was painfully hard, every part of him screaming to just fuck the shit of out you.

“Shit, y/n, I don’t even think you could handle my cock.” He mused, your body aching for his as his fingers glided over your hole again. “Your tight little cunt could barely even handle my fingers.” He mentioned, shoving them back into you, stealing a moan from your throat as he teased you.

“Please kai, I want you so bad, please give it to me.”

Kai removed his fingers slowly, moving to bring the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your lips connected once more in a fit of passion, not a single care about how messy, or disgusting the kiss was. You were just in the moment. You moaned loudly into his lips as he pushed into your slowly. The feeling of him filling you to the absolute brim just overtaking everything. The pads of your fingers digging into his biceps as his pace starting off soft and slow before picking up to something that had you out of breath.

You felt your orgasm already building in your body, electricity just circulating through your veins as you cling to him. Legs wrapping around his body to pull him deeper into you, your head killing back into the mattress as you felt the euphoria behind to take over. Kai and his moans and tiny pants above you, praising you and egging on your own mind as his hips snapping into yours.

“Just like that baby,” kai moaned, you’re hips fucking back to his, creating a new faster rhythm that had both of your lungs struggling to hold in air. “so fucking good.” Your arms wrapping around his back, as you felt that pressure threatening to spill all over his cock.

“feels’ so good” you mumbled, mouth hanging open as you allow all the moans and squeals you’ve been keeping in our right into his ear just causing him to hit into you harder than before. Your walls squeezed tightly around him, body stiffening as you felt your end near. Your legs shaking and eyes rolling back as you released onto him with a long line of swears and moans of his name.

“So close” He grunted, his pace not slowing as he chased after his own high. You were already building onto your second high, not too far and he could feel it. You were still shaking and sensitive from your first one, making it so much better when your tight pillowy walls began to close around him again. “You gonna cum baby?” He asked and you nodded, soft whimpers escaping your lips.

“gonna cum on your cock,” you moaned, the dirty sentence falling angelic off of your lips.

“again. Say it-” kai demanded, a dark tone in his voice but you didn’t much mind.

“m’gonna cum all over your cock, daddy.” You let slip, and you would’ve even been embarrassed by the slip up… if you hadn’t right then reached your second orgasm. His name falling off your tongue so perfectly, as your tight cunt spammed around him. He met his high from you squeezing him, releasing his load deep into you as his hips stuttered in pace.

Once you had milked him for all he was worth, you get his body collapse right next to yours. His arms bringing your into his chest, as he closed them around you, to keep you in place. The heat was devastating but just being close to each other made you forget all about it. Both of your breathing slow linking up, as you fingers traced tiny hearts over his chest.

“I don’t know if you picked this up already, but I kinda like you… a lot.” Kai joked, letting out a soft sigh, a smile finding its way to your lips at the words.

“I kinda like you a lot too…” you mumbled shyly, but he heard you perfectly.

“Kinda? I wouldn’t call someone I kinda liked dad-”

“Shhh.” You pinched you fingers together, closing his lips from speaking any further. “We don’t have to talk about it.” You cleared your throat, releasing your magical grip over him.

“Yeah, but I really really want to.” He smirked. “Who wouldn’t thought? Mystic Falls town Angel so dirty…” he teased, and you get your cheeks heat up. “This does mean your going to let me take you on a date now right?” He asked again earning a soft giggle from you. The vibration radiating into his body, seeming to give him just the boost of energy he needed.

“Maybe… if you’re lucky.” You hummed, wiggling you way out of his arms, just to turn around and face the siphon. Both of your pupils practically on fire in the shape of tiny red hearts.

“I think I am very lucky…” he smirked.

“We’ll have to see just how lucky then…” you shrugged, your faces coming together once more, lips connected softly, as you both failed to fight back the smiles you had both been waiting to release for the past few months.

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Talc slip up

Masterlist

Summary: trying to give helpful advice on national tv which quickly bites you in the ass!

Warnings: implied bdsm, implied domme!reader, embarrassment,  swearing, fluff.

A/n: so this was inspired by Henry’s latest appearance on the graham Norton show. And also a little bit inspired by the notion of him being a sub a few weeks ago?

Word count: 1388

You sat still heart beating a mile a minuet as Graham spoke to the one and only henry motherfucking cavill! He was like six feet way and by god did your little rabbit heart know it.

You tried to stay calm, you were a new kid on the block, well fairly new. You had released a few albums but the latest one had been a hit. It was your first big break and you were now on the press circuit alone. This was your first graham Norton show and it was just your luck to be sat next to your number one celebrity crush and number one fantasy fuck! And to your left was Tom Holland another celeb you’d call daddy and fuck.

You tipped forward slightly in your seat trying to listen to the conversation instead of your racing heart and inner rabid fan girl.

"So the supersuit. That thing looks tight? Like super tight how long did it take to squeeze into that? Most of us struggle with jeans!" Graham said with a laugh at the end, henry laughed along to nodding before grinning casting a glance across to you and Tom before looking back to Graham.

"Agh yeah well it was a bit of a struggle, they assured me it was my size but... well I did have my reservations" he answered shrugging with a light chuckle, unable to control his face as it raced through expressions, shy, serious then amused all within seconds. Each one was beautiful and made the handsome man positively delicious. Never control your face sir.

"I'll bet you did when they first handed it to you" Graham continued the conversation making the Adonis beside you nod leaning forward investing into the conversation.

"Yes well luckily it did give a little bit, which I was thankful for, after the first few shoots it only took about twenty minuets to wriggle into" he explained with a slight fidget in his seat drawing your eyes to his humongous thighs. Thighs that you wanted to leave claw marks, bite and then kiss better all at once. Your mind wandered for a second, imagining having his tree trunk legs quivering under your crop or cane~ fuck yes. Luckily you remembered where you were and snapped out of it swallowing dryly.

'Dear god please let me survive being so close to this embodiment of every sexual fantasy that you have placed six feet in front of me. Please give me the strength to fend off every lustful degrading and juicy thought and allow me to get up without a wet patch. Amen. Ps you are a cruel bastard.'

"It was actually getting out which was the tricky bit, it would err, stick for a better word" henry trailed off smirking causing a  'ooOOOooo' from the ladies in the audience. Which resulted in a cheeky grin. You heart skipped a beat and you almost whimpered like a needy subby on fucking tv! 'Dear god. Fuck you'

"Didn’t you put on talc?" You froze as the words left your mouth, subconsciously needing to distract yourself you’d fucking spoke out loud drawing henry's attention he frowned slightly confused by your question.

"I’m sorry?" He asked genuinely curious as to what you meant. You drew a breath and swallowed. Jesus fucking Christ you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut could you.

"Well its like latex cat suit right? Next time pop a bit of talc on and that puppy will slid on and off like a glove, it stops chaffing too" you felt fucking possessed as the words poured from you with little to know thought. Your unconscious need to help and offer advice just rolled off of the tongue with little regard to the implications.

Henrys eyes bugged for a split second and then he grinned wide, eyes darkening and he lapped at his lip before trapping it with his teeth. You gasped and covered your mouth before flushing, blood rushing to your head so fast you felt dizzy. 'Holy shit holy shit what the fuck did I just say? Where the fuck is my filter? Cat suit?! I TOLD HIM I HAVE A FUCKING CATSUIT!? Yeah okay why not just hint on national tv that I’m a closet domme... not only that but to him of all fucking people?! Brilliant, fucking brilliant'

"Wait hold on a second miss y/n how do you know that little tip?" Graham added honing in on the new little tid bit of information. You dipped your head still covering your mouth completely mortified. 'Great just fucking fantastic! He thinks your a fucking crazy pvc lady now!'

“I was just thinking the same thing, none of your music videos have had suits like that in them... I mean I’d know I love to watch them, I love your music. Its what I listen too every day working out" henry spoke moving to lounge back crossing one ankle over his knee and shrugged.

You paused and snapped your head to him gawking at him. 'He watches my stuff? He... likes it? Holy fuck he... could he be a fan? No no that’s silly, our just jumping to conclusions'

"Indeed so we know y/n has at least one cat suit at home~" graham said trying to push forward as you and henry stayed put caught up in a little smug, shocked staring match that felt much too intimate to let play out on national tv.

"Sounds very interesting~" henry added grinning cheekily, enjoying your little flustered state. You pulled your hands away from your face finally and fanned yourself trying to wave away your rosy blush.

"I err yeah... lets not... lets not dwell on that" you muttered trying g to breeze over this whole ordeal and get out of here to find a rock to hide under for the rest of your life. Little did you know things were about to get worse. And to be honest the cheekily grin on grahams face should have been enough warning.

"Oh gosh she looks like she’s about to burst! Poor thing, you know I feel for you, I really do. Of all things to say to your crush- oops?" He said before quickly covering his mouth smirking smugly then henry glanced from graham to you then back again his cheeks tinting pink and a grin split across his face.

"Oh dear god- Graham?!" You hissed at the host, baring your teeth at him, giving him 'the look' that had your previous subs cower making him gulp and lean back in his seat.

"Crush?" Henry asked glowing but smiling clearly smitten with the idea... maybe even flattered?

"Yes she has a teensy crush on you~ or that’s what she said in an interview a few weeks ago~" graham spoke from behind his cue cards flicking his eyes between you both.

"You know this nights just getting better and better!" Henry said cheerfully slapping his thigh whilst beaming at you. You smiled shyly and bit your tongue not trusting yourself to mutter a single word.

"Hey maybe you two should swap numbers after the show, help each other with... cat suit tips?" Graham said waving his cards between you both excitedly.

"Oh trust me I plan to get her number, especially after tonight’s revelations~" henry uttered in a deep suave confident voice tipping his head back as he spied you winking at you making your heart jolt.

"B-but there’s no superman films coming up, and Geralts leggings are tight but I doubt you'll need any tips for those!... S-so there’s no need right?.....Right henry?" You uttered stumbling mover some of your words unsure what was coming-out of your mouth, words just flowed. But henry chuckled shaking his head at you.

"Who said its for me? Your the one with the cat suit~" he purred teasingly his lip pealing away in a sexy wolfish grin. You stuttered a few strange sounds before just nodding impishly at him.