#because i am sinking further and further into madness

[bosspigeon]

when i was a 15 year old egg i discovered the game Dragon Age: Origins bc a high school friend (a true cishet ally) told me about a video game in which you could be gay

i grew up poor and in the conservative south, so i had no game consoles other than nintendo ones, and every computer i had access to was a "Family Computer" that was in a heavily trafficked room that i had to share with everyone in the house. on top of that, if i asked for video games, my stepmom (number 3) would be upset at me for not asking for something more "mature" (read: feminine)

i didn't get to actually play the game until i was 18

that didn't stop me from watching all the gameplay videos i could find, from furiously trawling the wiki for content, and hunting down all the romance scenes with one specific character while constantly looking over my shoulder for my grandparents or siblings, because i didn't want anyone to see me watching no just Awkwardly Animated "Sex" Scenes Set To Weird Music, but Gay Awkwardly Animated "Sex" Scenes Set To Weird Music

that character was, of course, Zevran Arainai, and years before i was able to play the game and "meet" him myself, i kept the tab for his romance wiki page open in the browser in my computer class, on the desktop in my grandparents' den, peruse it in the dark of the night on the tiny screen of my shitty little 2009 slide phone

by the time i could actually play the game, i knew every decision i'd make, and i could run through Zevran's romance from start to finish with my eyes closed.

And now, once again, I sit here, furiously obsessing over a pretty fictional elf rogue, gnashing my teeth and chewing at the bars of my prison (no gaming pc or console) and furtively watching gameplay and romance videos and trawling his yet-incomplete wiki page in all my spare moments, even when i shouldn't be (at work) and maniacally plotting out how i will handle his romance when a fickle god finally grants me the means to make a little pixel man to kiss his stupid, smug little pixel face

time is a flat circle

[allocnddits]

HE’S SO PRETTY WHEN HE GOES DOWN ON ME mv1

summary: Max Verstappen could eat his girl for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

warnings: oral (f rec), fingering, squirting, anal play (barely)

wc: 1.9k

notes: this has been sitting in my requests for so long, finally finished it. enjoy!

You were woken up by his thick hand that snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. Max’s skin was incredibly warm and it made you sink in even closer to him as he buried his face into your neck, his stubble tickling you. You brought your hand up to his chin as you turned your face to look at him and kissed his full lips.

“Good morning, love”

“Morning” you mumbled against his lips before pecking them again. Max deepened the kiss, using his hand in your waist to flip your body so you were facing him. You groaned when his warm hand met your bare ass, squeezing it tightly. “Someone has other intentions”

“Other? These are always my intentions.” you rolled your eyes “And you don’t seem to be mad about it.” he placed himself atop of you, elbows resting in each side of your head as he kissed your neck.

“Don’t think I ever will” you spoke softly as he started kissing your chest, pulling on the thin tanktop that covered you so he could catch your nipple into his mouth. You sighed softly at the contact, his warm tongue circling around it as his hands squeezed your waist so tightly they would possibly leave marks. “Maxie” he hummed “Touch me, please”

“As you wish, love” he laid back to his side, tugging on your nipple with this teeth as he pulled away. The blanket that covered you was pulled away to reveal your naked bottom half. Max’s hand traveled down your middle till it reached the space between your legs, a single finger sliding between your lips to open them, a wave of shivers taking over your body as it did. “So beautiful, can’t get enough of you”

You groaned when his lips left your neck again but he was quick to settle between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. A gentle lick to your clit was how he started, followed by a kiss right on top of it, his hands wrapped around your thighs, holding you open for him. Max then pulled away just to lap at you again, starting where your cunt connects to your asshole, all the way up to your clit, this time taking it into his mouth. He sucked hardly on it before letting it go teasingly while looking at you, not missing the way you twitched slightly when his teeth grazed at it.

When he got tired of the teasing, max started lapping at your entrance like no tomorrow, poking at it from time to time. Your hand dropped to his hair to push him even further into you, you were just as desperate as him. His nose had started to work on you too, it’s tip catching your clit, all of it making you see stars.

“Maxie. Max, ‘m so close, please” you didn’t even know what you were pleading for but apparently he did because as soon as his thumb got to your clit your legs started twitching. You came seconds later, around his tongue as you tried to close your thighs around his head.

When you lifted your head from the pillow all you saw was Max smiling up at you, satisfied with his performance.

§

Later that day you were cuddling your boyfriend on the couch, his head between your thighs as you each read your books. Max, however, seemed to be bored of his because he put it down and turned his focus to your legs, he kissed and squeezed them before flipping on his stomach to face you. You pulled your book out of the way to look at him quickly and returned it the original spot but you had stopped reading since he started kissing your skin. He kept on touching and kissing you but only got your attention again when his hands made their way to the elastic of your shorts.

“What are you doing?” you asked after setting your book down.

“Teasing” he replied nonchalantly.

“Clearly. Have you not had enough?” he shook his head side to side, his stubble scratching your skin as he did. “Well, then who am I to deny Max Verstappen his favorite meal?”

You watched as he rolled his eyes but gladly slid your shorts and underwear off when you lifted your hips. Your legs wrapped around him with your ankles resting right above his ass as his hands hugged your thighs closer. He kissed the fading tan line on your hips, from one side to the other and back to the middle where he started to lower his lips. Max looked up at you when he placed a kiss on your clit but then turned away to kiss your legs again, you bit your lips in anticipation as your hand ran through his hair, sweetly signaling that you wanted more.

He took your request and swiped his tongue through your folds, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth when he tasted you. His tongue worked its way to your hole, poking at it and going back up to your clit, circling around the nub with agility as his hands snaked their way under your loose top and cupped each of your boobs, his fingers tweaking the nipples from time to time. Max had gotten you so worked up in a matter of minutes that you were already grinding your hips against his face, his hands going back down to your hips and trying to stop you. He caught your clit between his lips, sucking on it as two of his fingers penatrated you, the thumb traveling lower and pressing at your asshole. You clenched around him automatically, your second orgasm of the day coming just as quicklyas the first one, part of you slightly embarased at it but your boyfriend didn't seem to mind.

You caught him smiling at you again, mesmorized by the way your body reacted to him.

"I love you so much" he pecked your lips, making you taste yourself

"I love you, too. But, can I have a go now?"

§

"Oh, hey!" you exclaimed in surprise when Max threw himself almost on top of you on the bed. "Done with your playdate?"

"Yeah" he smiled, knowing you were refering to his stream, as he laid his head on your stomach.

You dropped your phone to the side for your hands to meet his golden hair. "And what do you want now? Wanna have dinner?" he shook his head against you "Then what is it?"

"Nothing" he mumbled before lifting your sweater and burring his head under it.

"Max!" you tried to reprehend but your laughter didn't let you "Stop, your gonna stretch it. This was really expensive" he kept his silence, making his way to your chest.

"Bra?" he asked and pulled his head out "Why 're you wearing a bra?"

You laughed. "Well, I told you I was taking the dog out, didn't you hear me?"

"Don't think so" he replied indiferently, hands starting to take off your sweater and looking at you like you comited a crime when you stopped him. "Why?"

"Are you in fucking heat?" he practically frowned at you "Again?"

"Well, yeah" he kissed you, going down your neck to butter you up "Please? Just one more and I'll leave it alone"

"Yeah, fine"

Max smiled against your neck, leaving a small bite to your jaw before pulling away and sitting back on his knees to take off your top and the so despised bra. For the third time that day he placed himself between your spread legs and started kissing right above your bellybutton, then the sweet spot below your ribs and then back down to your underwear, easily getting to them since your jeans had been discarted the second you got back home. His fingers hooked on each side of the garment and pulled down on it, revealing your cunt to him, his tongue opened your lips for him. You could now feel his breath on you, the warmth of it contrasting with the chill air of the room tha had your naked body shivering entirely.

"Cold?" you shook your head "This all me then?" he teased you about your goosebumps.

You rolled your eyes at his boldness but nodded. As soon as your panties were gone he threw your legs over his shoulders, kissing your thigh and skipping over your pussy to kiss the other. Your hands dropped to his hair though, guiding his face to your middle and bucking your hips up to meet his tongue. You smiled at how good he looked when he lapped at your pussy or sucked your clit into his mouth, his eyes shining in the dim light of the room, his hair being pushed back by your fingers and the way his shoulders were wider than your hips. You were so distracted by his looks that you only realized he penetrated two fingers inside you when they curled onto your cervix.

Loud moans started leaving your lips, encouraging your boyfriends movements. His fingers curling harder as his mouth worked exclusively on your clit and one of the hands that previously kept a powerful grip on your waist pressing down on your lower stomach, making you feel his movements more intensily. Your head thrown back as you arched off the bed and your fingers kept a merciless grip on his blond strands as he worked you up. He felt when your legs started tensing aroud his neck and how your walls tightened around his fingers, both signs that you were close to release so he sped his movements. It was a particular deep stroke of his fingers to your insides that had you coming fot him, your top half stilling with your back off the mattress as your legs shook around him in an unexplanable strong orgasm. You looked down to catch Max still lapping at you with his face covered in a transparent liquid, only to realize you had squirted on him.

"Max, fuck- Maxie, enough, please, oh god- Max" you moaned uncontrolably as you tried to push him away from you but he was stronger, he kept his face glued to your cunt as he cleaned all you had to give to him. "Max, plese, you- fuck. You said only- only one more"

Max curled his fingers inside you again, shutting your rambling up, only moans coming out of your mouth again. His digits and mouth didn't stop till he had you coming again, this time pulling away to watch as you squirted. He was mesmorized by the way the liquid kept gushing out of you and then dripping to his fingers. At that point all you could do was cover your face to stop the embarassing moans that were coming out of your mouth and wait for Max to decide that he was done with you.

"You did so good, baby" he praised, kissing up your body "Didn't know you could do that, huh?" he whispered to your neck and you shook your head, feeling the tears dripping down your face.

"Max, please, too much- off, please" he took pitty in your pleading and pulled his drenched fingers out of you, a gaged moan leaving your lips as he did.

"I'm sorry, love, did I go too far?" he asked with genuine concern

"No, no, I just- I didn't wanna do that, I'm sorry, didn't mean to" you burried your face to his neck.

"Not gonna let you apologize for that. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, you look so pretty when you cum, love"

"You only say that because you have no idea how pretty you look when you go down on me"

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, sadism/emotional torture, death threats, talk of death, degradation, Adamverse again (i am literally obsessed with his emo ass no joke)

You don’t know exactly what you did wrong. Maybe it’s because the dinner was just slightly less crispy than he likes, maybe it took you just one second too long to return his kiss - or maybe he just felt like torturing you - sometimes he got into these weird, sadistic moods, and you could never tell exactly where you had messed up. And you wish you did - oh how you wish he would tell you straight up, so you would be able to avoid the pain in future; alas that would never happen. Why would he let you in on the secret, why would he make the rules known if he has so much fun with you once you inevitably break them? He doesn’t need a reason to hurt you, because he already owns you, but sometimes he likes to have one; just so you’d blame yourself a bit more - just so you’d ask yourself what you could do better next time.

All you know now is that he’s mad, red - hot fury plastered all over his thin pale face. His expression, already deadly and hostile, at this moment looks simply demonic. All you know now is that he’s gripping your wrist and sinking his sharp nails as deep into your prickled skin as possible while dragging you somewhere unknown. Somewhere deep within the forest. 

You take in the smell of cold, fresh rain as your naked feet splash into the soaking grass, leaving a muddy trail behind. The forest feels alive - living and breathing into the early winter, the earthy scent of wet wood and linden heavy in the air. It’s breathtakingly beautiful, all this green scenery, even the icy air filling your lungs and the silent song of the sparrows left to die in the cold. You’re trying to appreciate this short moment of peace and quiet, of finally feeling the earth beneath you for the first time in what feels like years, but you just can’t ignore the biting, freezing chill that wraps around your body like a coat woven by Death herself. 

You’re wearing nothing but a flimsy white nightgown that sticks to your body, pretty and way too long it drags against the damp soil, sullying the beautiful lace. It’s almost funny, you think. The delicate fabric seems red under the soft moonlight - like blood, and it makes you feel like some fucked up fairytail metaphor of a princess, a trembling virgin waiting to be deflowered by the beast. But this can’t be further from the truth - there is nothing left for him to take.

Adam stops suddenly, making you trip and swing towards him - but instead of catching you, he pushes you to the side.

“Watch your step.” He hisses through gritted teeth, once again reaching to grab your hand. “We’re almost there. If you don’t want me to leave you to the wolves, you better keep up.” He adds, resuming his quick step ahead. Somewhere in your rational mind you know he’s just trying to scare you into walking faster - there is no way there are wolves this far up north, and even if there were, he would never let them hurt you. Would he?

“Alright. We’ve arrived.” The man stops after a while, letting go of you. You turn to look at him, eyes full of confusion. You’re in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing here aside from a few bushes and a big hole covered in dry leaves. “What is–”

“This will be your grave.” He interrupts you before you can even question him, gesturing to the wide open pit as he shoves you closer to the edge - so close you’re staring at the pitch black void that awaits you at the other side. You freeze in your place, unable to move an inch, cold sweat running down your back. 

You’ve pictured this night countless times before - the night when you finally die. Somehow you imagined it would be different; a lot less romantic. You thought your heart would stop due to the constant stress and paranoia, or Adam would squeeze your throat just a bit too tight - your face would get just a touch too purple and you’d kick the bucket. He’d force his length down your throat and you’d choke on your own vomit, or he would simply beat you up so badly you wouldn’t wake up the next morning. You never thought your end would be so picturesque - wearing a beautiful, sensual robe under the moonlight, slowly bleeding out as the sun rises over your cold, unmoving form. He’d probably kiss your dead lips and hold your hand too. 

No. You can’t let this happen. You don’t want this to happen. He doesn’t get to decide whether your death is pretty, ugly or fucking gruesome, whether your guts stick out for the world to see. You can’t let yourself die beautifully. You can’t let him see himself as some romantic gothic hero from the old books. He has to be the grim reaper, he has to realize he’s nothing more than a sadistic, lonely creep with vengeance and a sick fascination for blood that just happened to be yours.

“Are you going to kill me?” You whisper, voice as smooth as you can force it to be. You can’t let him know you’re scared. His eyes, so far sharp and calculated, suddenly narrow with a crazed glint - and he takes a step towards you, wrapping his hands around your waist. You can feel his weight resting against your body, a clear signal that one wrong move and you will both slip down the drain. “Maybe I will.” Adam leans in just slightly to whisper in your ear, chuckling at the way your shoulders stiffen completely - fists clenched to remain balanced. “Maybe I won’t.” His hot breath hits the freezing skin of your neck, but instead of another human’s warmth, all you feel is ice - cold fear. “It doesn’t really matter.”

“You fucking asshole–” You hiss inaudibly, small angry tears forming in your eyes. You can swear you’re not angry - or at least you shouldn’t be. One can only be angry when their expectations are being met - you should know better than anyone what the man is capable of. Yet somewhere far inside you still find the courage, the patience to feel rage, to feel cheated; tricked. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter? It’s my fucking life on–” Your sentence gets cut off by the deep guttural sobs tearing off from deep within your lungs. If you weren’t a second away from falling into your literal grave, you’d be beating at his chest right now with all the energy you have left - which isn’t a lot, but you’d give it your damn best.

“Shh, baby, it’s alright.” Your captor wraps his arms around you, breathing in your sweetness mixed in with the rain and the light earthy scent of the forest. For a second he can imagine laying you on the wet soil, not even shoving you down like usual, just gently pushing your body deeper and deeper into the mud until all that’s left unburied is your lips. “You always say you want to die, don’t you? I mean, you obviously seem to think that being with me is a fate worse than death.” He slaps on a big taunting smile, and you can’t decide if it makes you scared or furious. “So what’s different now?”

You inhale slowly.

“You-you–!” You feel your cheeks heat up with ire as your whole body prepares to attack the very source of all these complicated feelings, when… Nothing. Your fists can’t reach him, nor can your poisonous words break his heart for the second time. You’ve slipped into the world of the dead, somewhere far away. It’s darker than the winter night and more quiet than you had anticipated Hell would be - the only thing you hear is your own shallow heartbeat.

“Look at what you did, you stupid girl.” Someone pulls you back into the human realm, forcing you to open your eyes. “You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” The voice sneers with the same old malice you can recognise even with your hands covering your ringing ears - so you must still be alive. Or maybe people are right, and Hell is on here on earth. “Scared of life, yet terrified of death.” Adam keeps mocking you, stepping closer to the pit so he can see exactly how pitiful you look, squirming in the dirt. “Also fucking clumsy at that. You know, I was just teasing you, but you really went and got yourself into that filthy hole. Just how useless can you be.”

You gulp, your dry throat straining against your tonsils. You’re alive - and you’ve made a fool of yourself just like always. Sometimes you wonder if you only exist to entertain Adam, if the whole reason for your being is one big excuse for him to hurt you until whatever is haunting him goes away. Yet it never does, and you’re not sure which of you is more pitiful.

“P-please…” You whimper weakly. You’re not sure what you’re even begging him for - to stop talking, to go away or to help you get out of this black, bottomless pit. You’re so cold, so wet - you just want to go home, although… Maybe your home doesn’t exist anymore.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Speak louder.” The man coos, his shadow towering over you in a cruel reminder that even in death he’d still follow, somehow. “Do you need a hand? You’d have to be more convincing than that if you want me to help you, baby. Why should I waste my time saving a woman who doesn’t even love me?”

Your stomach turns, you’ve been here before. It’s a trap question - whatever you say, it’d still be the wrong answer, because with Adam there are no right answers. There is only suffering and dread over and over again until you’re both old and decaying in your own filth somewhere in the basement of his late mother’s cottage, surrounded by rats just waiting to feast on your flesh once your hearts finally stop. And even then you’d know no peace - he’d probably find you in Hell. You’ve been sharing his pain for too long, whether you like it or not, whether you love him or not, you can’t deny your souls are tied, glued together with blood and bile and sweat and tears.

“Please stop playing around, Adam. Just get me out of here, okay?” You make your voice small and whiny, just the way he likes it to be when you plead with him. Part of you is fighting against the survival instinct to snap into pure submission - to promise him anything and everything, because you will, and then what? He’d take you home, he’d be sugary sweet for the next two days, approximately, before you inevitably fuck up again. It’s all pointless. This love of his is nothing more than an exercise of nihilism - you’re just unsure why he feels the need to drag you along.

“You’re just hopeless without me, aren’t you?” He says rather softly, recognising the clear retaliation in your tone. Then he jumps down the pit, landing on his two feet like a panther - like he had rehearsed for this moment alone. It goes as usual. He stretches his hand towards you. You take a quick look at him. You reach in, just barely hanging on. Fingers hovering under his clenched fist. Shivering. He kisses your wrist. Standing up slowly. You’re dizzy. He wipes the mud off your face. Headache. Your chest tightens. 

And he gets to hold your hand and carry you away as the sun approaches, bright and blinding under the clouds just like a bloody fucking fairytale. 

[lillsisamarshmallow]

Bunny Boy (3)

Chapter Summary: The day after the incident Y/n is back to working, Jimin continues to visit and even brings a friend with him. Y/n sends a surprise for the boys and invites them inside the café, what happens when they show up without Jimin?

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Implied Violence, Bruises, Hand marks. Let me know if I missed any!

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As the sky slowly started to light up from the rising sun, I too woke up, doona tossed and half falling of the bed and pillows scattered all over the mattress and floor.

I really need to throw some of them out. I thought to myself slowly sitting up in my comfortable bed reaching for my phone to turn off the obnoxious alarm that I dreaded every morning. Groaning I scrambled out from the twisted blankets and headed for my bathroom grabbing my towel on the way.

I was a morning person really, just after I had my shower.

The warm water jolted out of the shower head before reaching my hair, feeling the relaxing water running through my hair and on to my scalp before escaping down the rest of my body was always my favourite part of showers. Washing the shampoo out of my hair I was remined of what had happened yesterday in the alley with Jimin and his...friends? Family? I wasn't sure on who they were, but Jimin trusted them, and I trust Jimin.

They way they were all living in that small alley put me off, that was why Jimin always went through the alleys, because that's where he lived. Appling conditioner to my hair I continued to think about the events for yesterday. After I left, by the time I made it back to the café it would have been late afternoon.

How long was I out for in the alley with Jimin?

I dragged myself through the back door, fatigue plaguing me just wanting to go home and sleep and shower the dirt off me. Walking to the counter, I lean over, looking into the sink, the plates from earlier gone, washed, dried, and put away. I turn the tap on ready to wash my hands before a stern voice sounded.

"Where have you been?!"

I spun around scared out of mind only the see Seoyeon, her arms crossed over her chest, a stern look on her face holding anger, annoyance, and most of all concern. Staring back at her I didn't know what to say or do and it seemed she didn't know either.

Her eyes slightly soften realizing the state I was in, hastily she made her way over to me engulfing me in a hug before pulling back and looking over me. She stopped when she noticed my scrapped knees and hands before looking up at me, sooner than I could stop her she pulled the neck of my top down to the right spotting the forming bruise from where I had hit the ground after Namjoon had shoved me. A gasp left her mouth at the sight before she pulled it down further showing the red hand marks from Namjoon, he did not grab me hard enough to bruise but those marks would be there for a bit, maybe a few hours or even a day or two.

She raised her hand covering her mouth lightly tracing the marks before speaking. "Who did this?" The coldness in her voice scared me, I had seen Seoyeon annoyed or mad at rude customer but never had I seen her like this.

"It was just a misunderstanding." I broke my silence.

"A misunderstanding! " She scoffed. "Y/N misunderstandings are when people don't understand. Whoever did this obviously understood what they were doing."

"Really it was! It was my fault. He was just trying to-"

"He?! Y/N we must call someone, this is-"

"No! Seriously, Seoyeon I am fine, and the marks will go away in a day or two, you do not have to call anyone. Don't worry, I just fell over and landed on my shoulder." I spoke sternly hoping she would drop it before giving her a reassuring smile.

"But-, I-, Ugh fine, I'll drop it. Just so you know, whoever did this to do, I do not like them" She grumbled. "Now tell me where you were, you completely disappeared and left me to manage the shop, Nali and Haewon were great help though."

I smiled at her as I began to tell her most of what had happened leaving out exactly where the alley way itself was and a few other details.

Stepping out the bathroom I started to tidy up my bed before making my way to the kitchen grabbing something to eat before heading to work. I only had 2 a bedroom apartment in the complex despites my mother's complaints and wanting to buy me a 'Nice big house, out of the city'. I told her that I did not need such a big house for just me and wanted to buy my first place myself. So, we settled on this apartment, it was the perfect size for me and wasn't too far away from where we opened the café.

Seoyeon's parents and my parents worked in the same business and got along well, both our families would spend holidays together which naturally resulted in me and Seoyeon developing the friendship we have today.

Luckily traffic isn't too bad this early in the morning, the café had to be open early in the mornings for the breakfast rush which meant I would have to wake up extra early to make it and open shop. Arriving at the café I noticed all the lights were on, walking in I could hear the radio and the music meaning Seoyeon had arrived before me and had started setting up.

The bell chiming must have gotten Seoyeon attention as I saw her head poke out from the kitchen door a smile on her face and some flour in her hair. Stifling a laugh, I walked over to her placing my bag down on the counter joining her in the kitchen.

"What- Seoyeon how did you even manage to do this?" I giggled looking at all the flour on the bench and on the floor, not to mention the flour in her hair on her face.

"Shut up" She grumbled back at me hiding her smile.

We continued to work in the kitchen together catching up on anything that had happened to us recently, I was baking some pastries and muffins while Seoyeon was cleaning up her mess from earlier, soon enough the breakfast rush started, and we were swamped with customers.

I was in the kitchen baking some cheesecake while assembling some savory croissants to put in the display case since they tend to run out quickly, we had been busy today, so I had kind of lost track of time. Finishing the croissants, I went over to the sink to wash my hands, as I was drying them, I looked out the window only to see Jimin waiting patiently near the table.

Crap

I looked up at the time only to see my lunch break was almost an hour ago, he must have been waiting for me. It seemed Jimin had giving up on waiting as I saw him frown before turning around and start walking away, quickly finishing drying my hands I run out the door yelling.

Jimin turned around at the sound of my voice a grin forming on his face, I walked closer to him and he to me.

"Sorry Jimin, we've been so busy today and I completely lost track of time." Stumbling over my words and rushing them out I explained to Jimin why I was not out here. "Here come inside I'll only be a minute or two."

Before I could think or Jimin could respond I dragged him inside the kitchen with me, letting go of his hand once we were inside, I hastily walked over to the oven opening it and checking the cheesecake, seeing as it was ready, I reached in and pulled it out, setting it on to one of our cooling racks.

Dusting the fake dust off my hands, I start moving the croissants on to a tray to escort them out into the display turning around I remembered Jimin was here, just standing in the middle of the room awkwardly, I pulled over a spare chair for him letting him know I'll just be a minute.

I walked out the front behind the counter where Seoyeon was serving the customers, I placed the tray on top of the display while I opened it and pulled out the board for croissants this caught Seoyeon's attention as I saw her look over to me.

"Y/N you're a life saver, I've had like 12 customers asking for some savory croissants." Seoyeon expressed her gratitude as I started placing the croissants into the display. When I finished I smiled back up at her before heading back into the kitchen where Jimin was sitting on the chair I had got him, he moved it over the bench where I had previously been making the croissants.

I walked over to Jimin apologizing again before heading over to the cooling rack and getting some muffins I had baked earlier and some croissants I had set aside. I tuned back to Jimin "Is there anything specific you'd like?" He looked confused at first before standing up and walking over to me.

"Whatever you choose is okay, I don't mind" He spoke softly, I could tell he was saying that as to not come across as wanting more food.

"Please Jimin, we've got muffins, croissants, biscuits, wraps, whatever you like I promise it's okay." I said gesturing to all the food we have. "I can get you something from out the front too."

Jimin looked over to the front, so I walked over to the door opening it, he didn't seem to want to walk through the door and was staying out of sight from the customers. I bent down at the back of the display showing him all the different labels of foods.

Jimin point at the seasoned pork sandwich which I happily grabbed out of the display case, standing back up again heading into the kitchen before Seoyeon called out for me.

"Y/N could you please grab the next customer?" I mouthed for Jimin to give me a second placing the food on the bench while taking the customer's order. Just as I finished handing him his order, I heard a crash and a squeal from the kitchen.

Oh no, Jimin!

Excusing myself from the customer I ran to back only to find both Jimin and Seoyeon on the floor clearly having run into each other, there were a few bottles rolling about on the floor, Seoyeon was probably restocking the fridge.

I bent down and helped Seoyeon up before making my way over to Jimin and helping him up as well asking if they were both okay on the way. Jimin immediately started apologizing to Seoyeon and tried picking up all the bottles, he put all the bottles on the counter before looking back at Seoyeon then me.

"Seoyeon, this is Jimin. Jimin, this is Seoyeon" I introduced them both. "Sorry Seoyeon, I was just getting us some lunch."

"It's nice to meet you Jimin."

"U-uh, You too."

"Sorry about running into you Jimin, I wasn't looking." Seoyeon smiled. "Anyways, I have to fill up this fridge and then get back to serving the customers, it was nice meeting you."

Seoyeon picked up the bottles smiling at Jimin before heading over to the fridge, I quickly raced out apologizing to the customer and giving him his change before grabbing the food and going back into the kitchen. I grabbed Jimin hand as we went out the back to the table and sitting down, I passed Jimin his sandwich.

As we ate, I apologized to Jimin for what happened in the store before we caught up and just chatted for the rest of lunch.

After we finished lunch, I told Jimin to wait while I went back inside, walking over to the far bench I got a small basket that I had prepacked with sandwiches, muffins, croissants, and a handful of biscuits, making sure there were 7 savory and 7 sweet foods plus some extra biscuits.

Prancing back outside I happily handed Jimin the basket, at first, he tried to open but I told him not to open it and wait until he got back, sceptically Jimin looked at me but kept the basket anyway. I knew if Jimin found out what was in that basket before he left, he would not have taken it. I smiled waving goodbye to Jimin wishing him a good rest of his day, before heading back inside the shop just as Nali and Haewon showed up for their shifts.

I wasn't sure how Jimin and his pack would react to the food, but I hoped they would except it.

As Jimin arrived back at the alley the other boys were all sitting round on the ground or couch. "I'm back guys." Jimin announced. All the boys looked up at him hoping he brought back some food like usual but seeing the small basket rather than the regular food bandana was odd.

"Did Y/n give you food today?" Jungkook questioned hopefully looking at the basket and Jimin, Jin elbowed him in the side for asking.

Jimin walked over towards the middle on the group placing down the basket and sitting down. "I'm not sure, she told me not to look inside until I got back." This peaked the leader's interest as he came over to Jimin and the basket standing up next to Jimin, some of the others also moved closer to see the basket.

Jimin slowly peeled back the covering on the basket, gasping at what was inside, he slowly put in hand in the basket and pulled up a beef sandwich. "It’s full of food." He whispered in disbelief.

"She wouldn't."

"She did."

All the other members also looked in the bag gasping before pulling out more sandwiches, wraps, croissants, and muffins.

"Oh my, this-this is amazing."

Tears began to pool in some of the hybrid's eyes, never experiencing such kindness especially from a human, this food would keep them going, not having had a meal in who knows how long.

"Why would she do this...?"

The pack handed out and sorted through the food, exchanging with each other for what they preferred before digging in, feeling well fed and full for the first time in a long time.

Jimin's visits continued every day, some days when I was running late, he'd come wait inside sharing greetings with Seoyeon while I finished working before heading out for lunch. I would always send Jimin home with enough food for himself and his six other friends whom I'd recently learnt were in his pack, not that I'd seen any of them since that day, occasionally along with the food I'd put a small sticky note in the basket and some drinks. The café had been super busy recently so most days Jimin would stay inside with me while I finished up and he was more than welcome to, despite the number of times me and Seoyeon had told him that he can just come in he always knocked on the door and waited for us to open it.

Today didn't seem much different than the rest, once again the café was busy, not so bad we needed to call someone in to help but enough to keep us busy with little down time. We currently had a special menu item on which was proving to be extremely popular, so much so that I contemplated added it to the new menu permanently.

But due to the popularity that meant I spent most of my day making more of it in the kitchen. Eventually a knock sound at the door, knowing who it was I quickly put down what I was doing and made my way over to the door. Opening the door, I started welcoming Jimin without really paying attention until I realized it wasn't just Jimin.

"Hey Jimin, sorry we're swamped today. New item on the menu and-" Finally looking at Jimin I realized that behind him stood Jungkook the bunny hybrid from his pack.

"Oh, Hi Jungkook." I said slightly confused.

"I hope it's okay I brought him Y/n, He wanted to see you again." Jimin confessed looking behind him when talking about Jungkook who just coyly grinned showing off his bunny like teeth.

"Yeah, of course that's okay." I let him know before stepping aside welcoming them in. "Come on in guys, I'm just making something."

They followed in behind me as I walked over to the stove stirring the mix to stop it from burning. I could hear behind me chairs moving so Jimin and Jungkook must have taken a seat on the spare chairs we have in the kitchen. Turning to the table I went back to what I was doing before they'd both arrived, grabbing the knife I began to cut the strawberry pie in to the appropriate sizes then moving it to separate them.

I went over the fridge grabbing out the whipped cream bag and fresh strawberries putting them down next to the pie and grabbing the chocolate piping bag from the stove. Drizzling the white chocolate over the pies making sure to miss two at the end, I then piped some cream onto each one, topping it off with a fresh strawberry.

Moving them all onto a tray I left three behind before heading out the front smiling at the boys on the way, pushing through the door into the front I put the pies into the display before heading back to the kitchen. I plated the pies that I left over, grabbing some forks, a banana milk and some juice and then I joined the boys, giving them the food and drink.

Sighing as I sat down finally off my feet, I looked to see Jungkook questionably only look at Jimin as if asking permission before Jimin nodded and Jungkook started eating and Jimin followed shortly. We sat in silence for a bit before Jungkook spoke up.

"This is really good! Thank you." He gushed over the pie.

"You're welcome, I'm so happy you like it. It's proving to be pretty popular, I might need to add it to the permanent menu." I beamed back at him.

"Do you think you could pack more of those really good carrot and apple muffins please? They are my favourite." Jungkook said with a large smile on his face before it twisted into pain and annoyance as Jimin had jabbed him in the ribs before looking at me apologetically. I returned Jungkook previous smile saying, "Of course I can."

"Actually, we are closing soon, if you guys want to wait around you can choose whatever you'd like, I feel bad that I never asked you guys and just kind of chose an assortment and stuck with it." I said sheepishly towards the end.

I saw Jungkook's eyes light up at what I had said, an unspoken agreement between us passed as we finished our drinks and pies waiting for shop to close.

Having Jungkook join me and Jimin for lunch had become a regular thing, he didn't come every day, but he came often. So, it was no surprise when I opened the door to see the bunny hybrid whom I'd grow accustomed to but what was surprising was the worrisome look on his face and the lack of a certain dog hybrid who hadn't missed a lunch in weeks.

"Hey Jungkook, I-" My eyes passed over his head to see the white tops of a pair of fluffy orange ears. "Hoseok? Wait where's Jimin?"

Seeing how distressed they looked I began to worry what was wrong, but I didn't have much time to think before Jungkook spoke.

"We need your help."

A/n: Hello everyone, hope you all having a great day and if not, I hope this made you feel better! I don’t have much of a lore/plan for this book I’m just writing as it comes to me, also I'm trying out some new line break art which i made myself. Have a nice day & Thankyou all for reading! 💜

[vampykween]

Crazy idea for toxic husband simon? Lets send them to couples counselling >:]

hehe i love this idea! sorry this took so long i pondered over how to write it, but i like how it turned out! these two deserve a brief reprieve from all the angst so enjoy this little glimmer of hope <3

“i still don’t think we need to do this, love” 

“so, you’ve said. can you please just go get the kids ready to leave, im not finished getting ready.” you mentally count down from ten while leaning over the bathroom sink attempting to finish up your makeup. you know by the time you hit ten, simon will have volleyed back some comment you’re in no mood to hear. 

“’s therapy, not a fashion show. dont even get why you’re getting dolled up anyway.” he’s unbelievably predictable. 

you roll your eyes and stare pointedly in his direction. “you know if you’re trying to convince me you still love me, you should try just saying ‘wow babe you look beautiful, of course i’ll get the kids ready’.” simon squints his eyes at you as if he’s actually considering what you’re saying, huffs, and stalks off in the direction of your daughters’ room. 

~ 

maybe your husband(?) was right, this does feel stupid. you two are sitting in a far too stuffy room with plain decorations, on a too-plush couch that makes you sink further with every movement. you don't even realize the therapist is asking you something until simon places a hand on your bouncing knee, stilling it to catch your attention. your heart shouldn’t stutter at the small display of affection, but simon hadn’t touched you in so long the touch melted the icy feelings you had towards him.

the session goes far better than you had expected. you didn’t think simon would open up much, but he was a lot more willing to admit his faults than you figured he’d be. you couldn’t help but stare at him incredulously, where was this man when you two were at home? when you were begging and pleading for help with literally any and everything? a part of you starts to feel bad when simon’s revealing his feelings of depression and worthlessness, not that you’re giving him a pass for the years of transgression, but once upon a time he was your soulmate and your heartbreaks knowing he was in so much pain.

maybe you didn’t see it because you were blinded by rage, or because you were so exhausted day in and day out, you didn’t have time to think of anything other than being a mom. you both come to the realization, with the therapist’s help of course, that you were both so eager to rush into life that you never stopped to consider what that would actually look like. you wanted a baby so badly that even when things started to snowball into madness you two convinced yourselves that this was just the way it was and that it had to be worth it somehow.

as you’re both walking back to the car, you leave feeling a whole lot lighter than when you went in. sure no major hurdles were cleared. you weren’t sure when you’d be able to kiss and love on your husband again without being confronted with everything he wasn’t doing, but you two are going to take it slow and learn to listen to each other. give and take. push and pull. as you slide into the passenger seat, simon tugs gently at one of your hands and interlocks his fingers with yours.

“i know i can’t take back the past, but i’m serious about changing. i want to be better for you, for us, and for our girls.”

you’re not sure what you had expected him to say, but his words have your breath caught in your throat. you distinctly remember a time when he promised he would be good to you, and he failed. you wanted to badly to believe him now, hearing the sincerity in his voice. warring between what the angry part of you wants to say and what the hopeful part of you wants to say, you land on a simple response of “okay”

“okay?”

“yes, okay. i’m not ready to forgive you yet and i don’t know when i ever will be. but i am saying that i will try.” his eyes lock with yours and you can see the emotion brewing in them, he doesn’t offer any words back. he simply squeezes your hand three times in quick succession. i love you. maybe just maybe things will work out this time.

[sc0tters]

Gone | John Marino

summary: you’ve won your first championship yet he is the only thing on your mind.

request: yes/no

warnings: none.

word count: 1.44k

authors note: you guys truly do not know how excited I have been to bring you guys this celly! I wrote this sort of differently to how I usually do so I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet. I’ve been focusing on my au’s this last week and John just felt like the kind of guy to bring us back the full fics.

This was meant to be everything you wanted.

The achievement you had work towards during your entire career had left you here and whiling you were enjoying the celebrations.

You knew that someone, that he was missing.

So you couldn’t try to enjoy this, even if you wanted to.

Even with your fifth glass is champagne you couldn’t enjoy it.

Lando had picked up on this and was now in full comforting mode “what is wrong with you!” He complained as you continued to dodge his questions “I am just thinking.” You sighed sinking further into your seat.

The bar tv had a hockey game going and you couldn’t help but let your eyes stick to the screen “you miss him?” Lando couldn’t help but smirk.

Your mention of the mystery hockey man in your life ran through the paddock but before you could tell him you loved him he instead found himself getting close with a girl in Jersey.

So you never let the details of your boy get to your friends or teammate “it’s stupid.” You shook your head knowing that Lando would have gotten mad at you for telling him the truth.

Your teammate laughed “look if you are still so hung up on him as you so clearly are then go talk to him.” Lando placed his hand on your back wanting to comfort you.

Seeing John appear on the screen you couldn’t help but smile “and it seems he’s in Vegas.” The Brit smirked sliding you his phone with Uber opened on it.

John had seen your win yesterday as Nico and Jack were watching it. The boys were none the wiser to what had gone on with you and John.

Months of fun whenever you were in the states felt tarnished by the thought of him being with another woman days before he was meant to be picking you up from the airport.

Whilst John wanted to call you, talk to you, and even just see you, it was made sort of hard when you blocked John to try to avoid the embarrassment of what you felt. Nobody knew about it but still you couldn’t shake the poor feelings that you felt from it all.

Lando watched you stare at the screen “are you going to find him or not?” The boy groaned clapping his hands together as he ushered you to move quicker.

You had chickened out and ended up flying to New Jersey two days after when the boys were playing next.

Jack had met you in Montreal where you had been celebrating a win and the man was more than happy to help you out when you called in the favour of getting tickets.

When the time came and you had to stand in the locker area you wanted to throw up “this is stupid” you rubbed your face in your hands as you shook your head deciding to turn around to go home “y/n?” John’s voice had you stopping in your tracks.

His hair had grown and so had his little facial stubble “w-what are you doing here?” Seeing your face on the jumbotron was something that he thought was going to be a clear coincidence, that maybe it was just his brain thinking that you could have come back.

But he didn’t need to dream hard enough because there you were smiling “hey.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

Seeing him made you feel nauseous as your stomach was doing flips “look I need to shower but can you give me like ten minutes?” John took his helmet off as he scanned your face hoping you’d say yes “go ahead.” You nodded watching him walk away.

Even though he was gone for a mere handful of minutes it felt like forever “not that I’m ungrateful to see you or anything but what is a new world champion doing in Jersey?” He leaned against the wall as you two were totally unaware that his teammates were now watching.

Who would have thought that an F1 driver showing up to a game without much of a word would have attracted a crowd?

His bluntness made you laugh “you watched the race?” You felt your cheeks turn warm “every one.” John was never one for hiding the truth.

Seeing you win every week brought him a sense of comfort that he couldn’t quite explain “I came because I-” the flash of a camera cut you both off “could we go somewhere a little more private?” You asked furrowing your eyebrows as you didn’t need your moment confessing your feeing seeing the front page of whatever news sites that they came from.

It could have come from some cheesy romance movie as he pulled you through the building and to his car. To the untrained eye it was a knight in shining armour finding a solution for his girl when in actual fact it was just John.

The same John who spent weeks trying to find a race that didn’t clash with hockey that was now a dangerous task as he only found the confidence to do this in September.

Despite all of the time and silence that had been between you both the only time it truly felt awkward was when you were in his apartment looking at the view that you had once loved.

But as the sound of his footsteps behind you got louder you were pulled from your trance “here.” He mumbled handing you a glass that you wished had something stronger but in the heights of your respective seasons you knew it would only contain water.

John stared at you as you swirled the clear liquid in your glass “you never really told me why you were here.” The hockey player didn’t mean for it to be delivered with the sharpness that came with but it was too late to send you some apologetic glance “I missed you John.” You blurted out watching as his eyes widened.

The media trained side of you went straight to damage control as your adrenaline began to wane letting the nerves come out “I know I shouldn’t because we weren’t anything when you went out with her.” You began to ramble as you didn’t remember the last time you felt this nervous “I was never with her.” John shook his head.

It seemed like at that moment your entire world came crashing down “or at least not like that.” He pursed his lips together as you looked at him like he was crazy.

Part of you wanted to laugh “look John you don’t need to try to protect me because I can handle this.” You shook your head until he raised his hand to stop you “that girl? Was an old friend from Harvard.” The phrase and old friend usually came attached with a whole other meaning yet when it came from him you knew it was the truth.

So there you were feeling like an idiot “she did try to make a move on me but I don’t her I had someone.” That was where you had seen the pictures that made you feel so forgotten.

John grabbed the glass from your hand placing it on the table behind you “I was talking about you.” He mumbled seeing how much he missed the feeling of your eyes on him.

It made your heart pump out of your chest “tell me to stop and I will.” John dropped his head to the point where his lips were hovering above yours.

You let out a soft whimper as your mouth went dry “kiss me Johnny.” You mumbled letting out a soft gasp as his fingers locked into your hair making sure that you couldn’t pull away from the kiss.

The familiar feeling made you both came down as you remembered just how much you needed each other.

As your lips fought his hands ran up your shirt untucking it from your jeans “let me treat you how a champion should be.” The hockey player kissed the shell on your ear as his breath fanned against your neck.

You felt your head drop back “don’t make me beg you John, not tonight.” You pleaded as your eyes screwed shut feeling his lips against your neck “you gotta jump then baby.”

The sheets that hadn’t felt the love that came from a second person being in them for months was finally back that night.

And it didn’t leave until you were expected in Abu Dhabi for the the final race, because this time you two were doing things differently.

You were doing things right.

[fhrlclln]

Omg so like what if reader is at a party and it's late at night but there are some guys there that are scaring her. Her dad isn't home to call to come pick her up and she can't drive since she's been drinking so she calls eddie instead. He does have a reputation in town and he looks mean so when he shows up everyone kinda moves out of his way and he goes to look for her. Once he gets her home and cleaned up for bed he starts scolding her for being so thoughtless (responsible eddie showing his age lol) but she starts to cry because he's never talked to her like that and he ends up feeling really bad and it's just them having like a little fluffy moment. Also I'm thinking this is like further down in their relationship where her parents know about them and stuff.

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

I LOVE THIS IDEAAAA, thank you anons 🙌

and yes, eddie being his old matured ass, he is very protective of reader. i am kneeling rn. 🧎‍♀️

also, so sorry i took so long to respond !!

also here’s the imagine connected to this !! older!mechanic! eddie

suggestive themes under the cut

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“pick up, pick up, pick up. pleaseeee.” you muttered to yourself nervously, the landline phone on your ear close, glancing back and forth from where you are in the kitchen, glancing to see the group of guys staring at you from the far corner of the living room. the sea of people dancing only the barrier as you quickly looked away. you cringed, glad you still had some sense even though you felt drunk as hell. a party had been going on the up street neighborhood, it was like all house parties, everyone is invited and everyone is free to join. college frat parties like so.

it was fun at first, but you are just itching to go home now after one dude had been too intent on asking you out a while ago. you already told him you had a boyfriend— which was entirely true, but the said creep didn’t back down after countless no’s and fuck off’s. but you managed to stray away, and now his group are watching you like hawks, ready to strike at your most vulnerable. which is why your drinking stop, you already felt tingly and dizzy and it was time to go home. the music was getting boring anyway.

you opted to call your dad but he wasn’t home, probably having a drink with his friends too. you couldn’t call your mom, knowing she’s asleep and could literally yell at you for being at a party and would make things worse for your headache. you decided it would be eddie, who’d you call. your parents trust him enough knowing the established relationship between you two. and to mention, your dad is so very fond of him. a win-win perhaps.

“hello, who is this?” your breath stilled as the ringing finally stopped as you heard his voice. not enough time to respond back, still a little dizzy as he cuts you off. “if this is that one jackass prankster who keeps barking, i’m fuck—“

“eddie. it’s m-me.” you meekly replied, feeling groggy as you hiccupped.

“sweetheart? what’s going on? where are you?” he immediately asked as you hummed sleepily. wanting for him to be here.

“can you come pick me up?” you hiccupped, “‘m at a party right now. i need you.” you glanced back to the group of guys staring at you. you let out a shaky sigh ass you could hear eddie shuffling in the other line. “there’s a bunch of creeps staring at me. please hurry up.”

“creeps? baby, are you alone?” eddie asked worriedly, hearing the music blare in the background of your voice.

“y-yeah. ‘m friends—“ you hiccuped, lying a bit knowing he’ll be mad that you’re alone. “my friends are somewhere h-here…i’m in the kitchen.” you gulped, feeling the nausea slowly start to sink in. you whined as you rest your head on the wall, holding the landline phone dearly on your ear.

“give me the address now. i’ll be there soon.” you muttered the address coherently, saying it two times wanting him to come to you quickly. the sound of a squeaky door opened loudly on the other line as eddie’s footsteps were heard. “you just stay there where you are, sweets. do not fucking go anywhere alone.”

“i will, eddie.” you whispered hearing him hang up as you lazily put the phone back on the receiver. you leaned on the counter, sobering up a bit as you tried your best not to fall down on your ass.

to say,

eddie was fuming, in utter complete rage. he swerved his van to a vacant spot in front the roaring house. getting out hurriedly as he slammed his van door shut. the party was still lively with a lot of people in it from outside to inside. music blasting from the inside, horny young adults kissing, drinking— he could remember the times he had been in parties back then making bucks from dealing, but that didn’t mattered now. he can smell the alcohol as he neared the door. he opened it, earning the attention of the people near the entrance.

“shit, that’s mr. munson—“ one of the boys muttered, staring at the leathered jacket man with a hint of fear in his face. eddie felt the whole room stare at him now, all partially intrigued and intimated seeing the tall mean-looking man step forward to the sea of people. a shiver ran down eddie’s spine, concealing his discomfort of the stares, it felt he was in highschool again— which sucked.

“move.” he grumbled to the dancing people blocking him towards the kitchen. they immediately part a way for him, seeing him already unpleased with the scent of sweat and alcohol in the air. god, he hated parties so much. all stood silent as he finally sets his eyes on you and to an incoming man inching towards your sunken form, as you desperately tried to hold yourself up the counter. he felt his heart surge knowing you mentioned some guys giving you the creeps, in which he immediately stomped to stop the said man eyeing you.

the creep furrowed his brows as eddie came into view before he could grab you. “hey, man. what the fuck—“

“fuck off.” eddie’s voice dropped as the creep backed down. a vein bulge on forehead as the creep scurried away, knowing hell who eddie is. oh, eddie knew he had a reputation in this town for looking intimidating. he still dressed the same like in highschool, just that the evident matureness on his face and more ink on his body caused him to be gossiped around how scary he looked.

which was not true. at least to you, as you felt arms wrap around your waist. you were about to protest until the familiar scent of oak cologne and cigarettes passed your nostrils. your heart thumped as you immediately looked up to see the man you’ve been waiting for as you drunkily smiled at him. your boyfriend. that looks pissed.

“eddie!” you hiccupped, jumping up to encircle your arms around his neck. his shag hair brushing against your cheek as you nuzzled closer to him. chest brushing against his.

“baby, let me get you home.” he mumbled, patting your back gently. you nodded, kissing his cheek as he kissed your forehead. not caring if anyone saw the you two. on the way out, people eventually parted a way for him and you, not questioning anything, it felt sort-of a win, knowing his intimidating presence made anyone flee. hurtful it felt sometimes, but at least the drunk you in his arms said otherwise. you were clingy, clingy for his touch and his affection. he gave it you before you’d sober up and the massive scolding he’ll have to do afterwards.

eventually he helped you up the stairs now in your house, up to your bedroom. your mother was asleep and you told him to be quiet, afraid you both would be getting a yelling from her. you got to plop down to on your bed, before you could feel yourself blacking out. every ounce of strength you had left diminished after such a exhausting night. you tried not to sleep, hearing eddie shuffle inside your room. you could hear him open your closet, shuffling through your clothes then back to somewhere else. you groggily let out a sigh, brain a little mushy but a little sobered up.

“sweetheart, sit up for me.” he tapped your thigh as you lazily complied. sitting up with a groan, back slumping forward as eddie held your face up. your eyes fluttered to see him holding a towel, he gently wiped the sweat on your face. his calloused hands gripping the side of your head as gently as ever, you rubbed your face against the palm of his hand, feeling a little fluttery how good he smelled up close. the comforting silence passed by as you started to feel the drowsiness again until he finally spoke.

“i thought you said you had friends over at that fucking frat party.”

“hm? i-i did, they’re—“

“don’t fucking lie to me, sweets.” he sighed, letting go of your face as he threw the towel on the bed. crossing his arms as he stands in front you with a clipped look on his face.

“i swear, eds, i was just having fun.” you mumbled embarrassingly, feeling his anger.

“fun? that was fun? getting almost cornered by those creepy shitheads was fun? do you have any idea how fucking worried i was, y/n?” you stilled, not used to hearing your name come from his mouth, let alone how angry his tone is. you stared at him in silence, his nostrils flared as the vein on his forehead bulged. you averted his gaze, feeling shameful. his eyes burned holes through you as he waited your answer.

“i’m sorry.” you quietly mumbled, feeling your eyes water. “i-i just wanted to drink ‘s all—”

“i fucking swear, in the middle of the fucking night. you’re hurting my head...” he grumbled, stepping away as he rounded to your closet, opening it as your lip trembled. he never talked to you like this, it was the first time you ever heard him so pissed off at you and you felt bad. your fingers fiddled with each other, disappointment filling your chest. you merely look down at your hands, tears dropping as you tried to hold-in a sob, feeling a little pathetic now that you were fucking crying just because of this.

eddie sighed to himself, picking out clothes in your closet so you can change in. he wasn’t necessarily mad-mad, just that it pained him to think about if a scenario like this could happen again. he wouldn’t restrict you from parties, hell, he was an active out-goer back then in his young 20’s. right now, he didn’t think of it as fun anymore sometimes. he works, he has a job, numerous responsibilities, he doesn’t remember half the thrill he had back then unlike you now. he guessed this came with his oldass.

he turns around, freezing on the spot when he sees your head titled down, little sobs coming from your mouth along with sniffles. you were trying so hard not to make it obvious but seeing as he saw you, the tears started flowing again. guilt filled his chest as he cursed to himself seeing that he had made you cry. shit.

“hey, hey, baby. why you crying, sweetheart?” he kneeled down to your level, grasping your hands to his. you looked up to his brown orbs, the tears blurring your vision. you sniffled, feeling like you made a fool out of yourself infront of your own boyfriend.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m used to to you…” you paused, gulping. “not seeing you angry at me. i-i’m sorry, eddie.” you sniffled, wiping away the wet tears as eddie softens his gaze. “just wanted to have fun this night. you were working and i didn’t have anyone else. i’m sorry.”

“i know, sweetheart.” he says heartedly, this week has been busy on him. he spent days in his shop, working for every customer. “but you know you gotta take care of yourself.”

he wipes the tears on your cheeks as you look at him, nose sniffling as you nodded, still feeling a little sleepy. eddie hummed seeing as you eyes sparkled as he gives you a small smile, indicating everything was alright. he leaned in, capturing your pouty lips to his, soft and slow as you eagerly reciprocated, missing his closeness. sitting up straight, letting out a small moan between as his tongue joined in, making the sweet kiss a little sloppy. all pent-up feelings being brought out. the stubble of his beard sent shivers down your spine when it tickled your chin. you pulled him closer, wanting everything for him to be on top of you right now. but he had the opposite idea as he pulled away making you whine lowly.

“not tonight.” he whispered hoarsely, cigarette scented lips too intoxicating for you to not stare at them as he chuckled. “you’re wasted and tired. i’ll give it to you in the morning, don’t worry.” he kissed your cheek with a promise as you nodded, pecking his lips, thankful he was here for you making your heart flutter. how did you bagged a man like him? you always wondered how lucky you are right now.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, sweets.”

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WHEN IS IT MY TURN?!?! anyways i’m back. 🙄

[zerokaram]

I just wanna take a moment to make a few points regarding zionists, tlou, and palestine.

No one should stay silent about this, especially not tlou creators, considering that neil druckman has unfortunately managed to incorporate and slip in very controversial and quite frankly--just straight up wrong representations of palestinian people and zionist ideologies in tlou. Heres an explanation to that:link

If you're either fucking ignorant or just living under a rock, (but considering the publicity of the situation at hand, is very unlikely) there is a genocide going on in palestine. If you didn't know, (which is very, VERY unlikely, like i said) you do now. Furthermore; now that we have this in mind, I have seen many people in the tlou fandom continue to post and interact with tlou content during strikes and most the most important of all--not posting or spreading awareness about palestine at ALL. If you are aware of the genocide, speak about it. Theres no fucking excuse to not be doing so. If you are not speaking out, you are a part of the problem.

2. I'm not saying you only have to post about palestine. That's not it at all. What i'm saying is---there can be a balance between posting your own personal content as well as posting and spreading awareness about palestine at the same time. Absolutely everyone can find the time to post about palestine.

3. If you are in the tlou fandom, please educate yourself. It is still okay to like tlou, it is still okay to post about it, to post content, fics, etc. but with that comes the responsibility of knowing the creators wrong doings, and how israeli themes are incorporated into the game. it is always important to clarify that you do not support that part of tlou, which is what I am doing now. Bottom line, separate the art from the artist, seperate the wrong ideologies from the art.

4. Acknowledgement. There might be questions like, "why keep posting about or liking, interacting, or overall just giving publicity to tlou content?" which to that I will explain. It has to be first and foremost that everyone as well as myself continues to acknowledge the fact that tlou was made by a zionist. That is absolutely a fact. And no amount of fics, smut, or shit like that is gonna change that. But people don't LIKE tlou for that. people dont POST tlou content because they want to spread zionist ideology. They simply just post scenarios, fics, or drabbles about their favorite characters from said video game. So posting about tlou and its characters will not benefit zionists or spread their ideology individually (unless they ARE in fact saying that they support it) , nor neil druckman. But what WILL benefit him is buying any more of the games, which please---you should not do. The money goes to a horrible person like him, and that fact should be acknowledged. So continuing to post about characters from tlou like abby, ellie, dina, joel--stuff like that, theres nothing wrong with that. But failing to acknowledge or want to acknowledge that the TLOU creator is problematic, and that neil druckman has included zionist ideology in TLOU, as well as not spreading awareness about palestine when you, yourself, are aware, is what is wrong.

And I really did hope this would go without saying but unfortunately some people cant seem to fucking understand; people are dying. let that sink in. and you're over here worrying about fictional pussy? be so fucking for real. if you're mad about people flooding tlou tags to spread awareness, go cry about it.

If I have said absolutely anything out of line in this, PLEASE let me know. I am always wanting to further educate myself about serious matters like this, so my comments are always open.

[mommieswithmuscles]

Dom!Abby x Sub!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No Minors and No Men

CW: Girlcock Abby, sweet!Abby, cum eating, oral sex (both), vaginal penetration, cream pie, cum as lube, vaginal fingering, mommy kink

Title: One Thing

"Awe babe, you didn't make the bed this morning." Abby pouts at the disheveled sheets and messy pillows. "You told me you would."

"It was one thing I missed. I'm sorry baby." You totally spaced you told her you would make the bed before she left for work. You spent the day on the couch with junk food and trash TV after your nap, waiting for Abby to come home so you could make dinner with her.

"It's ok baby. Let's make it together." You could tell she was disappointed, but you try not to let it get to you as you pick up some pillows from the floor. Her work clothes are tossed in the hamper as she now sports a tank top and boxers.

Her large hands tuck the sheets as you go behind her to tuck the duvet. You both arrange the pillows on your designated sides before she pulls you into her chest. You share a kiss before she pulls away. You chase her lips and steal three more.

"Come make dinner with me." She guides you to the kitchen. The ingredients were laid on the counter ready to go. It's quiet. Chopping and scraping, the clicks and fire of the stove, sizzling in the pans filling the air. You're lost in your head and don't register Abby in front of you until you're in her arms. You flinch. She lets you go. "Baby?

"I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?" She holds your face in her hand, eyes latched to yours.

"The only thing you asked me to do was make the stupid bed."

"I know, and I admit I am a little disappointed. But I'm not mad. It was nice spending that time with you. You can try again in the morning." Her eyes bore into yours, making you turn your head. She holds you tighter and keeps the eye contact. "No, don't look at anything else. I'm here."

"I'm stupid."

"You're not." She kisses you. "You're an airhead."

"I fell asleep after you left and forgot."

"See? You didn't purposely not make the bed. You're not being a brat. You made a mistake. It happens. You're only human."

"I would rather you be mad than disappointed." You drop her gaze.

"Why's that?" Her thumbs trace your jaw.

"Can handle it better. Dunno how to deal with disappointment." Abby kisses you again.

"How about we eat, then we can discuss how you can make it up to me. Deal?" You nod. "Good girl."

-

After dinner Abby does the dishes with you. You've calmed down significantly and have even smiled at her charismatic grin.

"Now that you've had some time, how do you feel?"

"Better." You shrug.

"Ok baby. Movie before bed?" She dries her hand on the towel hanging in front of the sink.

"You pick this time." You follow her to your shared room.

-

"That was a good movie." You roll over to face her, watching the way her wrist flexes to angle the remote to turn the TV off.

"I saw a clip of it on TikTok, and figured we could give it a shot." Abby wraps you close, her strong arms trapping you to her chest. Your nails dig into her shoulder blades.

"It was really good." You feel her hips scoot back on the bed as she lets you go. "What?"

"Nothing." You raise your brow at her. "I'm not about to ask for sex after how upset you were."

"I'm not upset anymore." You tuck yourself into her space, head on her bicep, and face in her collar.

"Ok. I'll eat you out and you can blow me, but I don't think we should go further."

"If I'm good can we?"

"Baby be honest. Are you ok because you're ok, or are you ok because you think sex is going to fix everything?"

"I'm ok because I worked through why I was upset and why you were disappointed and made a plan to better my behavior. I'm ok because you don't hold that I made a mistake over my head. You didn't pull away, or treat me any differently than you would have had I made the bed. I'm ok because you love me, and not making the bed doesn't change that." You look at her more intensely with each statement.

"Ok baby. Thank you for your honesty. If you're still up for it we can go further." Abby rolls you into your back before trailing kisses down your body. She pulls down your shorts and underwear before looking up at you again. "You ready?"

"Yes please." You stare down at her, fingers tucking stray hairs behind her ears.

She starts at your dewy folds before giving your clit attention. Her tongue does figure eights before repeating the action lower. You moan and buck your hips, her hands moving from your thighs to your hips to keep you spread and still.

It doesn't take much for you to cum. Truth be told, even when you're down, she always makes you happy.

She climbs back up your body, your hands on her shoulders as you feel her muscles flex. Her lips sloppily meet yours. The taste of yourself makes you moan. "My turn?" You bat your lashes up at her.

"Ok baby, you can have a turn." She flips onto her back, taking you with her. You giggle into her neck as she laughs along with you. The solemn mood from earlier is now completely replaced by love and happiness.

You kiss her jaw, her abs, then her navel before dropping down to help her shuffle her boxers off. It's red and swollen, the tip only slightly darker than the shaft.

You lick a stripe from her balls to the slit, teasing a suck at the dewey hole before trailing your tongue back down to suck her balls into your mouth. Her hips jerk and she grips the sheet as she moans.

You kiss your way back to the now angry purple tip before taking the twitching cock down your throat. You swallow and moan around it, your head bobbing frantically. She cums with a jolt of her hips, your name rolling off her tongue like a prayer.

You sit up on your heels, knees spread to show off the webs of your own cum slipping down on the sheets. Her eyes glue themselves to the sight before you snap your fingers at her.

She looks up at your full cheeks with confusion. "What-" you push your middle and ring fingers into your mouth, soak them in her cum, then push them into your weeping pussy. Her jaw drops. You swallow the rest with a big gulp, bouncing your hips on your hand.

"Please?" She all but throws you face first into the pillows so she can take your fingers out and fuck you herself.

She pushes her own middle and ring fingers past your lips to steal any remaining cum before easing her fingers one at a time into your hole. "Gotta get you ready for my cock." You can only nod and beg as Abby steals away any thoughts you could possess that aren't her. "Fuck you're so tight for me." When you're loose and almost ready to cum again, you reach under you and guide her to your ready pussy. "Are you sure?" She checks one last time.

"Please mommy."

Abby lets you guide her in before she plows your needy little hole. Your ass meets her hips with loud claps and high moans, your eyes rolling back as her tip kisses your womb.

Abby makes sure you're done cumming before holding you down and pushing as deep as she can get, whimpering in your ear and her cum fills your needy pussy. Aftershocks of your orgasm cause you to flutter around her and help her come down from her high.

"So....... Can I make the bed tonight?" You wiggle your hips when she pulls out, cum dribbling down onto the messy sheets.

[axigailxo]

accidental | jjk

—In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turned you on right before bed.

pairing. jungkook x reader established relationship au

genre. implications of smut, a little fluff

w.c. 500 approx. (a drabble)

—

Jungkook had to have known what he was doing to you as he traced patterns along your inner thigh when you were watching the movie, acting completely naive, as if his hand placement wasn’t suggestive.

In fact, it was so suggestive that you honestly did believe he was going to actually touch you any second. You were patient, your awaiting core aching yet patient.

But when the movie ended and he closed the laptop to snuggle further into you before shutting his eyes and letting out a sleepy yawn, you knew he didn’t have any plans to pleasure you tonight.

That brings you to right now, thigh over his and arm across his chest as your body rises and sinks with his breathing. Your core is pressed against his leg, but you resist the urge to grind yourself against him.

You pout instead, feeling incredibly needy but far too polite to disturb his half asleep state.

Maybe tomorrow, you tell yourself.

“Jagi?”

Your eyes widen like saucers, traveling like light speed to connect to his.

“Are you good?”

You didn’t realize until now how you’ve been sighing in frustration and not-so-subtly pouting for the past however many minutes.

“Yes…” you attempt to mask the lie by speaking in a ‘why wouldn’t I be?’ tone. You failed miserably. “No. Gukkie~” you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him, “I can’t sleep.”

He swallows to cure his dry, sleepy mouth before giving you his undivided attention, attempting to stay wide awake for you.

“Why? Are you uncomfortable? You can use all of the blanket if you want -"

“No.” you interrupt, “I am uncomfy but in a different way.”

Oh.

If Jungkook wasn’t awake before, he definitely is now.

“You turned me on when you kept tracing my thigh during the movie, now I can’t make it go away…”

At first he was confused about what you were referring to, because he genuinely was just absentmindedly and lovingly touching you, it was an instinctive and inevitable habit of his, only this time he didn’t realize his placement.

“I’m sorry jagi," his tone is gentle and apologetic, a defeated huff falling past his lips. "You probably think I’m a dick. I wasn’t trying to lead you on only to go to sleep, I didn't even realize I was—“

“No, I know." You interrupt again. You're not mad, just needy. "But still… it doesn’t matter if you meant to or not because I’m still wet right now.”

Your blunt statement had him choked up, his parted lips frozen.

In an effort to bring him back to earth, you slide your hand down his chest, landing on what you assumed would be an erect bulge hidden beneath the frail material of his briefs.

“Help me get comfortable?”

He nods, words still not coming to him as he speaks with actions instead, sitting himself up against the headboard and positioning your hips to go over him and into a straddle.

“Ride it, jagi.”

~~~

A/N: had this gif for so long and rly wanted to use it so here u go heheh

more like this: click me

[captain-mj]

Hey, 🦭 here back from the grave (was just resting after a hellish week of school)

I have been obsessed with Sleep Token especially their song called 'Chokehold' which in think is very eldritch GhostSoap coded, with Ghost being an eldritch god and Soap being his most devoted follower (iykyk)

And Ghost who just adores his follower and can't help but grant Soap's indulgence and desires because of his own selfishness

Could you possibly make a fic like that? Pretty please with a bit of dynamite on top :3

-🦭

(The brainrot is brainrotting /srs)

I love that song so much, I can of course do that!! Also, it's nice to see you again :)

Ghost sat in his temple silently. He observed those who came in and offered things and those with entertaining tales or genuine needs were given what they asked. Most requests though were... petty. Indulgent. A desperate plea for more attention, more money, more pleasure.

Ghost wanted to lash out at them some days. And he did. He'd curse them with impotence, poverty and isolation at the drop of a hat. It had become a known risk to everyone but...

Johnny.

His favorite follower.

He lifted his hand, letting the priest cut his wrist so blood would flow.

Ghost listened intently, letting the other prayers fall away like rushing water.

"Ghost." His name on his tongue was beautiful. "I am here to request something." Normally, Ghost would listen to his request, answer it immediately and let Soap leave. But today, he wanted it to be different.

Gently, not wanting to hurt him or any of his other loving followers, he spoke. "Everyone must leave except the current person praying."

His priests hopped to it, herding everyone out. It left Soap alone in the place of worship.

Soap looked up at the depictions of Ghost. Of dark wide eyes staring into the souls of anyone who came in. Ready to dismiss them or bless them on a whim.

"My God." He moved to kneel, averting his eyes. "I always feel your presence here. I never thought I'd be chosen to hear your voice or hold your attention like this."

"You think you hold all of my attention?" Ghost had created universes. Species. Had senses that would melt Soap's brain to even be explained. But yeah, Soap did in fact have all of his attention. He just shouldn't assume he did.

Or he could. Ghost doubted, even if he disrespected him to his face, he could stay mad for too long.

Soap tensed. "No! Of course not, it's just more attention than I'd ever expect. I'm...."

"Keep your eyes on the ground." Ghost stepped in front of him. Smoke billowed off of him, form fading in and out of existence. "Wouldn't want to drive my favorite follower insane."

Soap's breathing hitched. "Favorite?"

Ghost ignored him. "What is it you want?"

"I..."

"Spit it out."

"Health. For my family."

Ghost hummed. "Granted. What else?"

"What?"

"That's for your family. Would you like anything?"

"I... um..."

"Anything you want."

Soap nodded. "I... I don't know. I don't have anything else I desire."

Ghost hummed. "I see. How sweet." He trailed around him in circles. "Power beyond wildest dreams? Friends and worshippers? Enough money to indulgent in all forms of debauchery?"

"No. I don't find much interest in those."

Ghost nodded. "Well, I want to give you something for yourself. Selfishly of course."

Soap almost looked up before quickly remembering his place. "If you'd so please, my holiness."

My?

My??

Ghost touched him, feeling him shiver and shake, almost doubling over. Soap whimpered, burying his face on to the floor as sensations rushed through him. He ended the contact and watched him sink further.

"You're interesting, Johnny."

Soap took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Your family will be healthy. You have given me enough, today."

"If I found something to wish for, could I come back tomorrow?"

Ghost paused and mulled over it. "Come at night. You could spend it with me." He'd have to be so gentle, but the idea of holding Soap in his hands. "I won't fault you if you don't."

"I will. I'll be here. I promise, I'll..." Ghost grabbed him by the scruff and felt him twist in his hands, overcome with feelings again. Soap grabbed his leg for support and whimpered. It wasn't the most pleasant sensation for most people, but like he predicted, Soap liked it. Maybe it would become an addiction. That way Soap was just addicted to his presence as Ghost was becoming to Soap.

"You will. And I'll grant you all of your desires."

[hanasnx]

u need to write more anidala. just for me.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Mé?" PADMÉ AMIDALA's wicked husband drawls, rough pads of ANAKIN SKYWALKER's fingers dragging over her sensitive folds. "You're not capable of ignoring me forever."

"Anakin." she chides, yet she does not deny his hand.

"There's it is." he muses in approval. His tone softening, intent to butter her up, "Yes, my sweet? Speak to me, let me hear your voice." His fingertips dip into the divot of her entrance, refusing to breach her just yet, but allowing her a taste of what's to come.

"Do you deserve to hear my voice?" Padmé's voice quivers when she'd tried to be steadfast. Quivers with rage and lusts, a combination only her husband appears skilled in eliciting.

"You're the one allowing me to touch you after the fight we just had. Did you pick one with me because you knew I'd be unable to stay away from you? Something about you..." he fills the silence when she forces her own reticence, and he takes advantage of her complacency. He sinks in his fingers to the first knuckle. She's tight, tense caused by anger, but wet from his experienced ministrations. He's no stranger to her sex, he knows exactly how to play her. She sucks in a sharp breath as he further's the total length within her. "... when you're upset with me, I can't help but make you show me how mad you are at me with something inside you. You know that. It's why you're letting me get away with this right now."

"Don't be cruel."

"Is that what I am?" his lowered voice seeps out in a hiss as his digits curl within her. "Cruel?" The abrupt change in touch causing her to brace her hand on his shoulder, twist her face in pain and pleasure.

[yandere-sins]

Property

I couldn’t resist from writing for Pantalone again... Soon we’ll have Dottore, so that’s a start but I am yearning for this man especially (’:

Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairings: Yandere!Pantalone x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Mention of Whipping/Bruises), Manipulation, Gaslighting, Degradation, Verbal Abuse, Arranged Marriage

Prompt: @sintember Possession - To belong to someone, to have them wash over you, erasing you, becoming you. Did you ask for this? Does it matter?

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Being a possession meant being nothing and everything at the same time.

You were nothing in the sense that you didn’t exist on your own. A nobody. A caged bird adorned in velvet, jewels, and gold, never to fly from your cage that was Pantalone. His hand on your shoulder and his arm around your waist made it seem like you were locked to his side. You had to follow the softly spoken order to link your arm with his, lest you’d be punished for disobedience. If he wasn’t next to you, no one would know who you are. No matter how pretty and extravagant you looked, they wouldn’t be able to recognize you as anyone of importance. A nobody in the masses of the rich and famous. Not like Pantalone ever left you alone in the first place, but it was still an unsettling feeling to not have a name to yourself.

But at the same time, you were everything because people could yearn to be you. Watch after you as you traveled the world and got to attend every luxurious banquet with him while never having to endure hardships or discomforts. You were being envied for having everything, for being able to live a life in the lap of luxury your husband provided. The top-class ring on your finger was a sign of love just as much as its presence on you ended your independent existence and any chance of reclaiming being someone other than Pantalone’s spouse. Even though everyone seemed to know you, greeted you, talked to you as if you were friends—and Pantalone pinching you to humor them and keep up a good facade—they never saw the turmoil and pain you were going through. They never saw you.

No one ever recognized the bags under your eyes as signs of having cried all night. Your hands were always clothed in lace or satin gloves to hide the nails you regularly chewed off because of the constant anxiety you were under. Hickies under your collar, bruises beneath designer clothes. The marks of last night’s whipping on your ass burned when you sat down, especially on the terrible bony lap of his. But who could see any of that when they were so beautifully covered by his gifts? Who’d ever notice anything about the abuse you endured just because he chose you?

Pantalone hated it when you interrupted his work. And yet, he never allowed you to be further away than an arm’s length from him. There was nothing else to do than sink into your depressive thoughts and play with the button and adornments on his clothes while he worked. The thin borders between sanity and madness were so finely manipulated by him that you had a hard time discerning his concerned, “I don’t want anything to happen to you just because you are too far away to protect you,” as something bad when he made it sound so genuinely caring.

So you latched on to his chest while he flipped through his reports, one hand on the small of your back while the other worked. Even if you wanted to say something, he’d have an excuse as to why not to do what you wished for. “I want to leave you.”

“And then what?” he murmured, not giving you any more attention than his cold touch at the small of your back. He wasn’t annoyed yet. You could dig some more. “I’d live somewhere that’s warm… the beach. With dogs.”

“Mhm,” he hummed dismissively, clearly just humoring you with his responses.

With a deep sigh, Pantalone threw the report back on the table after a moment of silence, gripping your hand instead and prying it from his shirt, pulling you to sit upright on his lap. “Darling,” he spoke, his voice cold like the snow outside his office’s window, unlike the affectionate nickname. “You’re not even capable of choosing whether you want to have roast or vegetables for dinner. How would you ever choose a place you want to live? And how would you pay for it? Should I pay for it even though you are leaving me?”

Sitting downcast, you stared at the buttons on his shirt. Pantalone shook his head, disappointed at you for not thinking ahead before saying something—in his opinion—stupid. It had begun. He started to clean his glasses as annoyance was building. But it was too late to back out now. “Any…” you whispered, taking a deep breath to build courage. “Any place away from you is good. And I could work!”

Raising an eyebrow, Pantalone huffed, one corner of his lips jerking upwards. Finishing wiping off his glasses, he grabbed one hand of yours, bringing it up to your face. “With those hands? Do you think anyone would want someone so sheltered? They’ll think you are too weak for physical jobs and too proper to do finer ones. No one wants someone like you working for them. Besides, you’re not especially talented in anything. What could you even do for a living when you don’t even have the basic skills?”

Pantalone sighed as you felt your expression falter, tears filling your eyes. He was wrong—of course, someone would take you! And you’d work hard to earn your place! But… what if he was right? He knew so much about the world, and you went from being a child to being a spouse. You had been so happy when he asked for your hand in marriage. But you realized now that this union forced you to never learn about the world outside his reach.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he gave it a long, thoughtful kiss of dedication. “Am I not giving you enough? I am trying so hard to make you feel loved and happy. Why must you always hurt me so, Love? I wish you’d stop speaking about things that don’t matter.”

“It does-” Hiccups interrupted your words as you quickly reached up to wipe the tears from your eyes. Pantalone hated tears. Each tear was a second of strangulation you’d have to pay after. And he was always the one counting. “It does matter. To me.”

“You matter to me, too,” he countered, no hesitation delaying his answer. “You matter so much, so…”

Letting his shoulders sack, he closed his eyes. Now he was annoyed. Hidden behind an expression of worry and hurt, you knew him well enough to know he was upset about your actions. “Please don’t say these silly things anymore, okay? I have to work now, but we can look for beach-side properties afterwards.”

Pushing you gently back into his chest, you sunk into his body, tears rolling down your cheeks and seeping into his expensive fur coat. Pantalone huffed, bucking his legs warningly. “And stop your crying. You know I hate you staining my papers. There’s not even a reason for you to cry. Yet. Really, you should be relieved I love you so much. Who’d want a crybaby like you?”

Was he wrong? Was he right? Would anyone want someone like you, with your anxiety, tears, and wishes to be far, far away from your husband and this ugly, cold land of ice and snow? Could there be someone whose confession of love didn’t make you feel worse than when Pantalone said it?

You never asked to be married to him. It had always been his idea and his money paying to make it a reality. And even when you thought you were happy, there was never really a day that his position, name, presence, and the very same money that bought you, hung over your head as a suppressing force. Losing the chance to be your own person and never experience life outside the one he decided to have, only sounded good in Pantalone’s ears.

Would there ever be a chance that you could be anything or anyone other than his property?

“And the dogs?” you muttered quietly, whispering the words into the fur, the only warm thing about this man.

“If they make you happy, Darling.”

You nodded, and Pantalone sighed, relieved to be over with the topic. It would not spare you the punishment later between silk sheets and cracking whips, but he decided to be done with it, so it was. Resting his hand on the small of your back again, he left it there as a silent reminder as he returned to work after dealing with you.

A reminder that you were his.

And deep down, you knew better than to wish for a change that would never come.

[vintagepresley]

idk if ya done one like this all ready..but could you do one where you and Austin are at a awards season party and everything’s going good until Austin’s manager tells you that your not good enough for Austin..you take off to the bathroom to get some air and Austin finds you and tries to help but you have a hard time telling him what happened..he gets a little mad you have a slight panic attack he regrets getting mad..and you finally tell him everything

Thank you for the request! ❤️

Austin's life was being a whirlwind of crazy when it came to promoting Elvis and now the award shows where he took with you him to every single one. You weren't use to this kind of lifestyle of things, but you were having a great time just being able to support your man every step of the way. He loved having you by his side because he felt you calmed his nerves and he just couldn't do any of these things without his woman by his side. He made you feel so special and you wouldn't think about not being there for him. He deserved every bit of all the wonderful things that were beginning to happen for him. But other people around him did not feel the same about you, his manager in particular seemed to always have an issue with you. You couldn't figure out why but somehow you seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way from the beginning. So whenever you went to events with Austin you did your best to avoid his manager.

You had attended the Golden Globes with him and afterwards he suggested that the two of you head over to the afterparty, where he introduced you to nearly everyone you never met so many famous people in your life, you felt like your head was spinning. As the night went on you had clung to Austin's arm most of it and giving his cheek small kisses. "Having a good time, baby?" he mumbled. You nodded at his words. "I am.. It's all so overwhelming as always. But I'm having a wonderful time." you hummed. He laughed softly, nodding his head. "It's a bit overwhelming for me as well." he smiled, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your lips, while his manager rolled his eyes at the sight of you two, something about you he just didn't like. He felt Austin should date someone who was in the industry not someone who was kind of an outsider. Someone had called out Austin's name wanting to speak with him and he pressed a kiss to your hand with a smile. "I'll be right back, baby." he said softly. You nodded watching him go off and smiling as a few people who you had been introduced to made conversation with you.

Things were going so well and you were feeling great that was until Austin's manager had approached you. "Y/N." he said sternly. "Oh..Hi." you said shyly, swallowing thickly. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked. "Um, sure, okay." you responded as the two of you moved off to the side. "Don't take this the wrong way, but.. Is this really this place for you?" he says rudely. "Excuse me?" you say, furrowing your brow. "Well.. You're not right for him.. He should be dating someone more on his level." he says his words cutting you deep. You tried your best to hold back any tears that were forcing their way out. "I should probably go find Austin.." you whisper as you went to walk away he grabbed your arm. "I'm just saying.. You're not good enough for him. Maybe think about how this makes him look." he uttered. You pulled your arm away from and now the tears were streaming down your face that you didn't even bother to look for Austin you ended up running to the bathroom for some air and Austin sees you run off and he grows a bit concerned so he follows you to the bathroom, where you leaning over the sink and crying softly.

"Baby? What's the matter? What happened?" he says softly as he walked over to you and wrapping his arms around you, you shook your head not wanting to tell him the conversation you just had with his manager. You didn't want to cause issues or further this mans hated toward you. You leaned into Austin's embrace, continuing to cry into his chest. He squeezed his arms around you. "Please, baby.. Tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, letting out a soft sigh. You tilted your head up to look at him through your teary eyes, some of your eye makeup a bit of a mess. "I-I can't.." you whispered. He furrowed his brow a bit. "What do you mean you can't?" he says. "I just.. I can't.. I don't know.." you stuttered and stammered over your words nervously. You had to tell him but you just didn't know how. "Y/N, stop it. Just tell me what's wrong." he visibly getting a bit frustrated that you wouldn't just tell him what was wrong.

"I just don't know how.." you mumbled and you felt his arms let go of you and he was a bit angry now. "Would you stop!? Why won't you just tell me what the hell is the matter with you??" he yelled. A small pout forming on your lips as you stepped away from him, wiping your eyes and becoming more upset that he was getting angry with you. You just didn't know how to tell him that his manager was so nasty toward you and now your chest felt heavy and your head felt woozy as you began to hyperventilate, gripping onto the countertop realizing you were having a panic attack. When he sees this any angry feelings he suddenly had were gone as he rushed to your side and cupped your face in his hands. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. I just wanna know what's wrong.." he mumbled, placing small kisses to your face. "Just relax.. Breathe, honey." he whispered to you. You took a deep breath trying to center yourself as he helped you through your small panic attack.

You looked up at him and your lip tremble with fear but you knew you had to tell him or it was going to drive you crazy. "Aus.. It-It was your manager.. He was so mean and said some hurtful things to me.." you said softly through your little sniffles, as you still had a few tears streaming down your face. He raised an eyebrow and his blue eyes suddenly turn almost black. "What the hell did he say?" he asked. You swallowed harshly, the words leaving you nervously. "H-He was saying how I'm not right for you and how you should date someone more.. Well.. I-I guess better. How I'm not good enough..." those very words had you crying all over again. Austin was furious and he clenched his jaw angrily. His hands gently brushing against your face. "Okay, baby.. Listen to me, honey, don't you listen to what that bastard says. You are plenty good enough for me. I don't want anyone else, you hear me? I only want you. I love you and only you." he whispered before kissing your lips softly. His very words were the thing to stop your crying and a small smile forming on your lips as he kissed you. You slipped your arms around his shoulders and you clung to him tight as you hugged him, sniffling softly. "I love you too.. So much.. I'm sorry." you mumbled.

"What are you sorry for? You did nothing wrong. But I will not have someone manage me who is blatantly disrespectful to the woman I love. I won't have it." he said sternly. You pulled back just a bit from him and nodded your head slowly. He wiped some of your left over tears from your face and some of your makeup that was a little smudged, grabbing a bit of tissue and cleaning your face for you. You smiled a bit. "Don't you worry about a thing, honey." he said softly, throwing the tissue away and then grabbing a hold of your hand as the two of you made your way back out. Your heart was racing not knowing what was about to happen as Austin approached his managed with you rightfully by his side and he didn't waste a second to say something, interrupting the conversation his managed was in the middle of. "Just who do you think you are spewing such hurtful shit to my girlfriend?!" he blurts out. His manager was taken by surprised because Austin never got the way he was in this moment. His manager excusing himself from his conversation. "Just calm down.." he says. "Calm down?! Who are you tell someone that they aren't good enough?!" he yelled. Your eyes widen seeing Austin fly off the handle in such a way, you grasped his arm a bit tighter as you hid your face against his shoulder.

"I was just being honest with her.. She-" Austin cut him off. "Enough! She is the love of my life and you don't dictate who I date. You're fired!" he shouts and he clutched onto your hand tight as he stormed off pulling you along with him, deciding it was time to leave. His manager in complete disarray from what just happened. You look over at Austin as the two of you headed out and his face was painted with anger. "Austin?" you whispered. He glanced over at you and the expression on his face turning to softer one. "Yes, baby?" he replied. "You didn't have to do that for me... But thank you." you said softly. He smiled bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing several small kisses to the back of your hand. "I won't ever let anyone get away with hurting you." he said mumbled. You slipped your arms around his waist and he draped his arm around your shoulder and you held onto him, feeling so protected and loved by him.

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So cute. 😭😭 The manager was giving colonel vibes, idk. lmaooo

@purejasmine

[littencloud9]

“it was dazai’s fault” + kunichuuranzai and/or “you should rest” + itafushi? <3

i am on mobile so no fun formatting but. KUNICHUURANZAI!!

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“It was Dazai’s fault,” Chuuya and Ranpo blurt at the same time when Kunikida walks into the room.

“What the hell!” Dazai whines.

Kunikida takes a minute to assess the situation. His three partners stand side-by-side, glaring at each other. There’s a toppled vase at their feet, and the flowers that Kunikida had bought that morning are strewn on the floor.

Kunikida decides that he is too tired for this. He sighs and turns back around, walking out.

“You made Kunikida-kun mad,” Dazai whispers.

“Hah?! You and Ranpo are the ones who insisted on making out on the table!”

“Not my fault. Dazai’s flat ass is what knocked the vase over.”

“Hey!”

Yep. Kunikida is not dealing with this today. He’s going to go shopping with Yosano instead—that’ll be more productive.

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“You should rest,” Megumi whispers, leaning his head on Yuuji’s shoulder. Yuuji leans back with a heavy sigh, sinking further into the couch.

“Yeah,” he agrees. Neither of them make a move to get up.

Yuuji’s hand finds his and their fingers curl around each other. Megumi allows himself to close his eyes, just for a second, holding on to Yuuji with all his might.

He can’t lose him too.

“…Fushiguro,” Yuuji says, turning his head slightly. “I’m tired.”

And God, Megumi understands. It’s not just physical. This exhaustion runs bone-deep and weighs their hearts down. Megumi doesn’t know how long they can keep pretending everything’s fine—as if their lives don’t feel terribly empty without Nobara or Gojo, as if Yuuji doesn’t have a scar running down his face, as if he doesn’t wonder every day if Tsumiki is alive or not.

“Me too,” Megumi replies, because it’s all he can do. “Let’s rest.”

[elficially-done-with-life]

Trust

Pairing: Celebrimbor x elf!Reader

Summary: In Valinor, Celebrimbor falls in love with the Reader but because of everything that happend in his life, he has difficulty to be vulnerable in front of you.

Warnings: self doubt, insecurity

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Celebrimbor didn't really know how to behave towards you. So much had happened in his life that it had become difficult for him to open up to other people.

It had only been a few weeks since you had confessed that you were in love with each other. He himself had harboured feelings for you for some time but had never expected you to return them.

His uncle Celegorm had always encouraged him and said he would have had no more doubts if he had seen the way you looked at him when he was working in the forge with his upper body exposed. Curufin, who was less than enthusiastic about Celegorm's comments, had told Celebrimbor that he deserved a happy life more than anyone in their family and should at least give it a try.

And yet he was still unsure. It had actually come about by chance that you had confessed to each other how you felt, but not much more had happened since then.

He had held your hand a few times, brushed your hair behind your ear and looked at you lovingly, but nothing more had happened because he was afraid of being so vulnerable infront of another person.

Celebrimbor knew that you would never hurt him, but he still had this fear inside him, triggered by the many times he had been hurt in his life.

But he thought it was unfair to you, because sometimes he noticed the way you looked at him, as if you were thinking about kissing him or wrapping your arms around him, and even though he would love nothing more than to hold you close and plant several kisses on your cheeks, he still had this fear.

So he avoided you to clear his head a bit, but he felt really guilty about it. You deserved better.

When he wanted to go home a few days later after working at the forge, you were already waiting for him outside. You smiled at him, but there was something sad about your smile that made him lower his head.

"Tyelpë?" you asked gently as you stepped closer. "I- I noticed you were avoiding me and- and I- I wanted to know if everything was okay between us? Have I done something wrong? Are- are you mad at me?"

"Oh Melda, no!" He reached for your hand a little hesitantly and squeezed it gently. What had he done? "You are wonderful. I- I am the problem."

Celebrimbor bit his lip and avoided your gaze.

You gently began to stroke the hand that was still in yours with your thumb.

"What do you mean?" you asked in a soft voice.

"I - I am scared." He swallowed and finally met your eyes. "Afraid of showing someone my vulnerable side." Then he added softly, "I love you Melda, but I am afraid that too open affection would overwhelm me."

It felt right to him to finally be so honest and open with you.

You lifted his hand and gave him a gentle kiss on the back of it, which sent a pleasant tickling sensation through Celebrimbor's body. Then you gave him a look that was so full of love that Celebrimbor's heart began to beat faster and his throat went dry.

"I love you too, Tyelpë." you whispered softly, "And even if we never go further than holding hands, I will always love you. Please do not push me away." You paused for a moment. "But if you do want physical contact, then we can start slowly. Step by step. We have an eternity, and there is no one I would rather spend it with than you."

Celebrimbor stared at you for a while, deeply moved by your words. Tears welled up in his eyes and he asked softly. "Would it be all right if we started with hugs?" Then he gently reached out his arms to you and you stepped closer to him and carefully wrapped your arms around his waist. So gently that he could step back at any time if the hug became too much for him.

He let the tears that had gathered in his eyes run free as he let his head sink onto your shoulder and lost himself in your warmth and your scent, which felt safer than anything else.