#but it's fun to rub it in the rumour's face honestly

[sitkowski]

i'll help you fall down with me (justin x reader for ao3userfeistycadavers)

a prompt request for the wonderful @ao3userfeistycadavers, who writes some of the most amazeballs MIW stuff! From the Sultry prompt list, #15. "If you go out like that, everyone will know."

cw: implied sexual content, implied semi-public sex, a very messy aftermath, hints of degredation, service top Justin, title comes from "final dictvm" by motionlesss in white ft. tim skold. I tried to keep the reader as ambigious as possible.

divider by @saradika-graphics

word count: 636

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The second Justin handed his bass off to Connor when he came off stage, you knew you were in for it, and honestly you should have expected it. He didn’t even stop when he got close to you, just caught you by the arm and pulled you along. You let him drag you into the bathroom in the green room, knowing full well what would happen. It was all fun in games in the heat of the moment, when he’s so keyed up after a show that you know you’re not leaving this room without walking funny and looking like you’ve been thoroughly wrecked. It’s not until after, your body still slumped over the sink, legs a little numb and your face a mess of tears and makeup and spit that probably isn’t only yours that you realize the predicament you're in.

Justin’s weight is still keeping you pinned to the counter top, he hasn’t even pulled out yet, and you can hear everyone out in the other room just past the sound of his heavy breathing into your neck. If you can hear them, it’s more than likely they heard the two of you for however long you’ve been locked in this room.

“Stay still for me,” he murmurs against your ear and you nod as he pulls out. You can’t avoid wincing and he kisses your shoulder. “Oh…um…”

“What?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him in confusion.

“You just look…uh, well…look.”

When you raise your eyes to the mirror, they widen. You knew you’d be a mess, but this isn’t exactly what you thought. His makeup is smeared across your face and neck along with everything else, and you stand up a little straighter. There is nothing in this bathroom that is going to clean you up enough to be presentable. You’re half tempted to ask Justin for his shirt. When you look back at the asshole, he’s leaning against the wall, fixing his belt and smirking at you. The things that will be seen above your clothes is bad enough, and doesn’t even include the marks that will be hidden.

“Are you proud of yourself?”

“Little bit,” he shrugs, even though you know he playing it off, he’s more than fucking proud. He lives for this shit, because he knows it’s something you’re into more than anything. However, being left an absolute wreck at home is one thing, but having to take it out past his band and crew is another. “If you go out like that, everyone will know.”

You realize that as you fix your clothes as best you can, that he wants them to know. That was the whole point. Because you’re going back home after this. The big dumb puppy has to leave his mark, and you fucking love him for it.

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“I did. Did you?”

Before you can say anything else to him, someone is pounding on the door. “Quit fucking, some of us gotta take a leak!” Ryan shouts.

You run your hands through your hair and before Justin can unlock the door, grab the hem of his shirt and rub at the bottom of your face with it, trying to at least pretend to be presentable. He unlocks the door and pushes it open, dragging you past the waiting guitarist. Not fast enough for anyone to miss your current appearance, and you point a warning finger in Ricky’s face as you pass. Justin picks up your bag where it sits by his and hooks it over his shoulder before grabbing his own, letting everyone know he’s just going to get cleaned up on the bus before your cab comes, and you see the smug little smirk on his face as the two of you make your way. 

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[nicholasluvbot]

✦ not with you - wang nicholas !

pairing : nicholas x fem!reader

genre : angst, established relationship

wc : 1.1 K

warnings : swearing, tears (TT), only angst no fluff 🤗, lowercase intended, not proofread.

author's note : it's my first time writing angst and this was kinda fun ^^ also, nicho's ex is named mika.

m a s t e r l i s t

you heard the door to your house slamming as it was closed shut by your boyfriend, nicholas. he had been coming home exhausted for the past few weeks because of workload, you couldn't even remember the last time you had had a proper conversation with him. on any other day, you'd do your best to stay calm around him since he often acted irritable on such days, but today was different. you had received a text from one of nicholas' colleagues a few hours ago. you normally wouldn't believe any of the rumours you heard about nicholas, but this one came with proof. a photo of nicholas chatting with his ex with a big smile on his face.

nicholas kicked off his shoes and plopped down beside you on the couch without acknowledging your presence, and switched on the TV. your arms were crossed tightly, waiting for nicholas to confess that he had been hanging out with his ex, or at least met his ex. but no, he continued staring at the TV pretending you weren't sitting right beside him.

"how was your day?" you asked after a while. nicholas immediately noticed your cold tone and looked at you.

"what's wrong?" he asked.

"nothing's wrong, nicho. I just want to know about your day. how was work?" you asked, trying to sound calm.

"it was good", he replied, still sounding suspicious and looked back at the TV.

"great! I bet you had the time of your life working with mika", you said sarcastically.

nicholas just let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. he wasn't in the mood to argue with you after an exhausting day like this one, but you were testing his patience. however, he tried his best to stay calm, ignoring all the angry huffs and complaints coming from your side and just stared at the TV.

"are you even listening to me, nicholas?" you said loud enough so he couldn't ignore you anymore. he looked towards you, "yn, i'm not in the mood for this right now", failing to sound calm.

"yeah, you never are. you've been coming home from work all grumpy for almost a week now, you don't talk to me properly, but you have the time to chat with your ex with a wide smile on your face", you replied with a burning feeling in your chest, tears threatening to drop from your eyes any moment now.

"for fuck's sake, yn, I was working! and we only talked for five minutes. it's no big deal. stop being so paranoid all the fucking time. it's annoying", nicholas snapped, failing to maintain his composure.

the tears couldn't be stopped anymore, a few whimpers left your mouth and looked away, feeling too embarrassed to even look at your boyfriend.

"oh, so you're going to cry now? well, cry me a river, I don't care. because it's none of your business what I do or who I talk to at work.", his voice was harsh and he sounded very furious, resulting in more tears falling from your eyes.

your vision was blurry, you had no idea how you managed to form proper words because you were shaking. from anger and despair.

"all I'm trying to say is that the least you could've done is inform me that you met up with your ex, instead of having me hear it from someone else.", your lips trembled as you tried to hold back tears, but it was of no use, they kept falling.

it broke nicholas' heart to see you like this and he honestly wanted to wipe your tears and hold you close. but his anger got the best of him as he snapped at you, "you're so pathetic, yn! I'm not obligated to tell you every single detail of my life. stop acting like a child, you're not making any sense right now."

"okay I'm the pathetic one. seriously nicholas you've been coming home like this for the past week. I can't tolerate it anymore", you said as you stood up and looked at him, feeling devastated.

nicholas got on his feet too. his tall figure looked so intimidating that you moved a few steps back.

"if only I knew that you would be like this after I come home, I would've just stayed out", his voice sounding dangerously close to tears too.

"oh really? so you think that if it was mika instead of me she would've been all sweet and nice to you after you come home all hostile for a whole fucking week?"

"I don't expect you to be all sweet and nice to me, but I don't want you to jump down my throat as soon as I come home either", he yelled, tears falling from his eyes.

"nicho can you even hear yourself right now? I have the right to be angry. I'm your girlfriend and I'm worried that you're just going to dump me. where the hell did I go wrong? I've always tried my best to be good to you and all I get in return is you dallying with other women at work", you yelled back.

"enough, yn. I thought you trusted me more than that", his voice was breaking and he was shaking as tears kept welling up in his eyes as well.

"yes nicho, I trusted you. but you're failing to keep my trust. can't you fucking see how much I trusted you and how much effort I've been putting into our relationship? but what am I getting from your side? nothing, nicholas. imagine if I hung out with my ex without telling you. no", you shook your head, "imagine if I hung out with my ex after telling you about it. you wouldn't ever want to see my fucking face", you said, shaking in rage.

"alright. i get it. break up with me then", he said, his voice was dangerously quiet as he kept biting the inside of his cheek.

"oh yes. you probably can't wait to break up with me so you thought you'd suggest it a bit quicker so that you can finally go and tinker with whoever you like. am I right?", you said not even trying to hide your scornful tone.

nicholas sniffled and said, " I can't do this anymore, yn. not with you."

and you just stood there, unable to move as you watched the man you had loved for almost two years walk out of your apartment and slam the door behind him, while tears streamed down your cheeks.

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[strayzband]

The camera comes to focus on the inside of a car. Sitting beside me in the back is Stuart Pot, dressed in an old hoodie and skinny jeans. His ponytail is even messier than usual. He rubs his head so intensely that his beanie is starting to slip off. I’m not sure he notices.

Alright! Thank you for agreeing to this

.

My hand suddenly comes into view as Stuart shakes it. I don’t know how to feel. I’m not really supposed to be on camera. He lets go and holds his hand up, and I fall silent before asking the first question.

Hol’ on… yew mind if I…?

The camera nods up and down.

Not at all! Go ahead.

Smiling at me, Stuart reaches past Russel to roll down the window and makes a joint with frightening speed. Certainly looks like he made it quickly though. From the front, Noodle looks back at him and frowns as he lights it and takes a long drag, and immediately starts coughing his lungs up.

…Are you alright?

He nods, eyes watering.

Okay… Ah’ve made it past the chokin’ phase, ah’ll be awright now.

He hits it again, and immediately starts coughing his lungs up. Noodle turns back around. Russel slaps him on the back, and smoke blows out of his mouth.

Eh, fanks, Russ…

I clear my throat. The car is rapidly filling with smoke, even with the window down.

Can I start the interview now?

Stuart grins.

‘Course yew can!

I’ll start simple. Anything you’d mind sharing about the upcoming album?

‘m not s’possed to say much… but i’s real good! Trust!

He grins at me, and it’s clear I’m not getting any more than that. I move on.

I need to know – why, after everything that happened, did you decide to join a new band?

Stuart shrugs, a hand in his ponytail.

Got kidnapped. N’ I di’n’t have anyfink better to do, so I though’ I migh’ as well, y’know?

…Interesting. And, what do you think of your bandmates?

If I thought he was smiling before, it’s nothing compared to the reaction to that question. He positively beams at me.

Luv em. The lot’uh em. Noodle’s my favourit’, probably. She’s well cool, she is, love her. We, uh, we play games n’ stuff. ‘S fun. Russ’s great too, though! Don’t talk all’at much, but ‘e’s real real cool when ‘e does. Cool when ‘e doesn’t, too. E’s a listener, ain’t he? We needed on’a those.

He pauses for a moment too long, then grins.

‘N Murdoc’s me best mate. Place would be borin’ wi’out ‘im.

Hmm. Well, this is just something I’ve been wondering… why dye your hair blue? Is there any meaning behind the colour?

I di’nt dye it.

I pause.

Did somebody else?

Nah. When ah was a kid, yeah, I used to climb trees a load. Freaked my mum out, I thought it was a right laugh, I did. Always liked trees. Nice t’ have sumthin’ bigger th’n yew about. ‘Neway, so one day ah was up in one by me house, n’ I tripped n’ fell on me arse, totally cracked me head against the street. Wild. All my hair came straight out, n’ it grew back this colour. Hasn’t gone away yet. Whole thing’s mad wicked.

That didn’t make any sense, so for my own sake I assume he’s high. I file the whole thing away as interesting trivia.

I notice Stuart has been looking at me expectantly every time I start to ask a question. I’m not sure what exactly he wants.

Stuart? Are you hoping I’ll ask something specific?

He shrugs, a boyish smile on his face.

Well, y’asked Muds abo’ those rumours ‘bout us. Thought yew might ask me too, dunni?

I hesitate for a moment, before remembering that Stuart is far less… dangerous than Murdoc. Maybe he’ll actually give me something I can use.

Well, are they true?

He just keeps smiling at me. From up so close, I can see the chip stuck between his teeth. Murdoc, who’s been driving, is carefully watching. I’m honestly tempted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road.

Yeah.

Murdoc nearly crashes the car. He glares at the both of us.

Murdoc: He’s a liar!

Stuart laughs, slipping down his seat until his feet rest against the back of Murdoc’s head.

Am not! I c’n prove it!

Before I have the chance to take him up on the offer, Murdoc twists back in his seat and grabs my camera. The video goes black as Murdoc can be heard swearing while Stuart laughs, before it cut out.

[wisteriaorchids-a]

@soulsballad sent a message ...

the uproar this week's issue of her favourite magazine has caused is absolutely unfathomable.  more specifically, a certain article that talks about a rumour regarding men's shoe sizes and what hangs between their legs.  apparently, a good lot of girls have been asking their boyfriends, but aimi didn't plan on asking hers.  not before having a conversation with emma and hinata.  they'd asked their respective boyfriends their shoe sizes and gotten the answer, and now aimi was slightly curious.  ( but very nervous. )  after meeting up with mitsuya and getting some food, they were now just strolling back to his motorcycle, but aimi reaches out to stop him with a sigh, and a bright red face.  ❝ mitsuya-kun...  i have to ask you something kind of important. ❞  embarrassment swells inside her, but she presses on.  ❝ what's your shoe size...? ❞  before he has time to ask, she pulls the magazine out of her bag and thrusts it at him.  ❝ i know all the girls have been asking their boyfriends this -  and you obviously don't need to tell me, but...  you know...  is it true?  what the article says? ❞  so she can confirm for the girls.

the guys  ( draken & takemichi )  have brought up their concerns over their respective girlfriends and their … recent questions.  considering that his girlfriend is friends with emma and hina, it was only natural for the three of them to lean into the topic one thursday evening after getting together.  he found it all silly, honestly –  not because he found it FUNNY, but because he was positive that aimi wouldn’t find it in herself to ask, or wouldn’t ask just because she might not want to.  so of course he’s a bit surprised when the pinkette walks into the room, says she has something important to tell him … and then mentions THE SHOE SIZE.

he sits there for a moment, brain processing it and connecting the dots.  this was, in fact, the same question that had been posed to takemichi and draken –  and there he stands, albeit a little awkwardly, as she asks.  the article?  shoe size measuring to his dick?  he can’t help but laugh a small bit before rubbing the back of his head.

ㅤㅤ “ huh — ? ”  he asks, but it’s more of a reassurance as his chuckling turns into a soft laugh,  “ what … ”  he mutters and gingerly takes the magazine from her, only to realize that it’s one of those magazines he’s seen a few other girls read.  the article mentions something about shoe size equating to dick size, and that’s when he starts to laugh.  mitsuya has half a mind to tell her it’s not true, but he decides to shrug and live a little.  it was too fun to NOT tease her.

ㅤㅤ “ — yeah, it’s true. ”  he muses, handing the magazine back to aimi before directing her towards his motorcycle,  “ i’m guessing you want to know, right? ”  another tease, though he’s sure that he’ll have to calm her down in a moment and tell her it’s all false. 

[firebirdsdaughter]

Important facts…

… Tsukuyomi gets to stand in front of Woz.

(x)

[eddiebun]

Can I get a headcannon of Eddie meeting bimbo!reader and can I be 😻 anon

bimbo! reader x eddie, lil angst to start tbh this is more a comforting kinda thing idk what this is honestly, sorry this is embarrassing???????

• everyone knew of you

• the gossiping was endless

• mean rumours spreading and whisperings in the hallway

• to be honest you were oblivious to it

• until someone got all up in your face, making fun of you in front of everyone at your expense

• high schoolers were mean

• you had ended up rushing out of gym class in tears

• bumping into the brown eyes metal head who was flunking his class

• “ow!” you yelped, bumping head first into his chest and letting out another sob

• “woah! sorry..” he stared in shock, wondering how you bumped so hard into him you started crying

• but when you looked up at him, fat black tears rolling down your eyes from your mascara and makeup cracked on your stuffy red nose, he could tell something more was up

• “is everything okay?” he questioned cautiously

• he knew of you, didn’t pay attention to any rumours, no one was gossiping with him anyway and he got just as much shit for how he looked and acted so he sympathised with you

• “n-no.” you let out a broken stop, dramatically shaking your head as you breathed out in a panic.

• “they’re so— evil!” you blabbered out, “i’m not dumb and what’s wrong with being how i dress? i don’t even know what probocative means—“ you heaved out in a breath, “just because i don’t like classes a-and because i actually put thought into my clothes!” you weeped

• eddie was stunned, standing there straight and wide eyed as he let you rant on passionately

• he cleared his throat when you finally caught your breath

• “they said those things to you?” he frowned, drawing a sigh out

• you nodded, bottom lip jutted out with your sparkly lip gloss smudged

• he hated seeing people upset, sure he never got to know you but no one deserved being criticised for what they enjoy or how they dress

• so he had a bit of a soft spot for you suddenly

• plus you looked pretty when you cried

• “i can.. show you where i like to cool off when this place gets too much? the people here suck and you’re right, they’re evil.” he laughed, shrugging.

• “really?” you hiccuped, sobs softening as you held yourself, rubbing your arms out of comfort

• “mhm, just don’t show it to anyone else, i’ll trust you kay?” he tilted his head

• you nodded eagerly, “you can trust me, i promise, pinky swear.” you sniffled, holding out your pinky and watching him being his up and squeeze it with yours, grin overtaking his face.

• that’s how you both got close too, he’d find you at the place behind the school, sitting down on the bench surrounded by trees

• listening when you had a hard day

• listening when you wanted to talk about anything and everything

• and coming to know and grow feelings for you and your every little habit and characteristics

[33roda]

Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

did i just bingeread everything you posted? absolutely. do i regret it. absolutely not. ✨you are an amazing writer!!!💕 And while we’re at it can i request a scenario where Niragi goes crazy and scares his s/o really bad but he gets kinda soft and tries to comfort them later? If that makes sense haha And also a giant thank you for writing in gender neutral!!🥺💕

Thank you so much for reading my fics! I’m honestly really flattered haha 😅 Here is you’re request!

Comfort From A Tormentor | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC)

Summary: Niragi tries to comfort you, his S/O, after you witnessed his murderous behaviour for the first time

Warnings: toxic relationship, blood, murder, graphic violence, pushy behaviour, reader watches someone being killed, going into shock, panic attack, quite intense trauma, slight abuse of power

Word Count: 2.4k

*reader is gender-neutral

You always knew that Niragi wasn’t the kindness at The Beach, which was quite blatantly obvious. When people heard you guys had gotten together and were now in an established relationship, you had many people express their concerns privately with you, labelling him as an evil and violent character. You always shook it off, because you’d seen nothing of the sort during the time you had spent with him.

The worst you ever saw him say or do was a threat, or a short punch to the ribs as a warning, but even then the victims usually deserved it. You hadn’t experienced one of Niragi’s ‘outbreaks’ that people have discussed with you about. You started to believe it was all rumours to keep you away from him until he lost it one night in front of you, causing you to believe everything you had been told about him.

It was a usual night at The Beach, people parading around the pool and filling their brains and sinuses with alcohol, allowing them to forget their shared hardships for the evening.

You sat in a small booth that was excluded from the rest of the crowd. Your head was leaning on Niragi’s broad shoulder as you watched everyone dance to the blaring music. You felt the bass vibrate through the ground and in your chest, making you excited from the fun atmosphere.

Niragi lifted his hand and pet your head softly. “You okay little mouse?” he checked, bringing his face closer to yours and placing his lips on your cheek. You turned your head towards him and brushed your lips on his. “Yeah, I’m just tired,” you whispered. Niragi smirked and rubbed his hand along your bare leg. “We can go to bed soon, let’s just stay a little longer.”

Niragi shifted underneath you and stood up, making you lean back against the cushioned backrest. “I’m going to get a drink,” he stated bluntly before picking up his rifle from the small table that sat in front of you. “Don’t let anyone touch you otherwise you’ll regret it.”

You felt uneasy at his threat, but you knew if you just listened to him he would never carry through his brutal promises. He wasn’t that hard of a personality to figure out.

You watched as he strolled away towards the bar, leaving you by yourself and cold in the booth. You moved your eyes from him and looked around to everyone else, watching a few people jump into the pool and laugh together. You wished Niragi had less of a important placing at The Beach so he could relax like everyone else instead of constantly having to deal with stupid drunken dickheads causing trouble.

You looked over towards the bar again to see if you could spot Niragi, but couldn’t see him from where you were sitting. You needed to go to the bathroom and you were wondering if you could make it before he returned. You shrugged your shoulders and stood up on your feet to leave. It wouldn’t be that long, and besides if he did some back to you not being there, you were sure he wouldn’t mind. It’s just the bathroom.

You quickly made your way past the few crowds of dancing bodies. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled your nostrils as you pushed through, making your face scrunch up in disgust. No matter how long you spend there, you would never grow used to the party smell.

You made your way to the lobby to get to the bathroom located there. It was a quiet walk and hardly anyone was in the halls. It made you more calm, knowing that no one was around to bring you a hard time.

But unfortunately, you thought too soon. As you arrived at the lobby and were crossing the main lounge area, a young man with jet black hair and blue board shorts stood up from one of the couches. You failed to notice him earlier due to him being hidden behind the backrest.

“Oh hey!” he exclaimed your way excitedly. “I thought you’d come here. I saw you drink a rather large cocktail earlier so I just guessed you’d show up some time soon or later.”

You froze in shock, looking the man up and down with confusion written on your face. “What?”

He shook his head as he slowly made his way over to your frame. “Forget it. I wanted to get you away from your psychotic side piece so I could get a chance with you without being killed.” His smile was a bit too creepy for your liking, bringing an unpleasant tingling feeling up your back.

You stepped back as he attempted to reach out and grab your hand. He slowly recoiled with a frown on his tanned face. You shook your head and hands, denying his movements towards you. “No thanks actually. I’m not interested,” you insisted, turning your back to try and escape into the bathroom.

You felt your heart drop from the sudden grip on your wrist, pulling you back towards the annoying man and into his chest. He lifted your chin so you were looking at him and crashed his lips onto yours.

You panicked, ripping your arm out of his grip and pushing him away from you. He stumbled back a bit before smirking at your angered expression.

“What the fuck was that?!” you screamed at him, wiping his saliva off of your mouth in disgust. “Did no one ever teach you what no means?!”

Before the man could respond, a piercing sound of gunshots rang through the room. You covered your ears and dropped to the ground in fear of being hit. You looked towards the man and saw him crouching as well with a few bullet marks scattering the carpet around him. They barely missed him.

You kept your head down low in case of another load being shot at any moment, but you were grabbed by your upper arm and pulled up roughly after a few short moments. Niragi stood there, angered expression on his face and tightening his grip on your arm. You felt your blood pumping with adrenaline from his movements.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he hissed into your face, being way too quiet for your liking.

You didn’t know what to say. Your words were trapped in your throat, being held there by the shock of the gunshots and Niragi’s anger towards you.

“I told you to not let anyone touch you. And how hard is it to stay in one place for five minutes?!” His fist moved from your arm to your jaw, holding it tightly so you would face him. Tears were developing in your eyes. You tried to stop them from rolling down your cheeks in fear of angering Niragi more, but the pain throbbing in your jaw made it nothing but more difficult. This wasn’t the Niragi you knew. He’s never laid a violent hand on you before.

“Niragi, stop,” you whimpered out, holding onto his wrist that was hurting you. “It hurts.”

“I don’t care. You deserve to be hurt after not listening to me.” Niragi finally released his grip from your jaw. You dropped to the ground, clutching your face in pain and letting out quiet sobs. The look in his eyes was menacing, making him seem unpredictable. You were terrified, pushing your legs against the carpet to separate yourself from his tall frame.

You watched as he turned away from you and walked towards the young man, who scrambled to his feet to try and run away. But Niragi leaped towards him and grabbed his shoulder before he could do so. He pulled him back harshly onto the ground and placed a boot on his chest, keeping him there. The man struggled until Niragi held the barrel of his gun against his forehead, making the petrified man freeze underneath him.

You watched in horror as he leaned down and pressed harder and harder on his bare chest, making the defenseless man cry out in fear of breaking a rib. “You’ve made a huge mistake my friend,” he growled, sticking his tongue out and showing off his piercing. “You dare touch what’s mine, you suffer the consequences.”

You leant up against the concrete wall, feeling too weak and in shock to stand up. You cried and screamed as you watched Niragi stamp his foot incredibly harshly on the man’s head several times. Blood poured down the side of his face and he put his hands up in defense, which deemed useless against Niragi’s strength. Niragi didn’t stop, moving his aim from the man’s face to his chest, hands, stomach, groin and thighs. His screams of pain and suffering echoed around the room, ringing in your ears and making your heart ache. Yes, he did attempt to force himself onto you, but hearing another human screeching out for help when you could do nothing was one of the most painful things you could ever inflict on an empath such as yourself.

You shook violently and covered your eyes with your hands, not wanting to see anymore. You wanted to disappear, to evaporate into the wind. You wanted to wake up back at home, in your safe warm bed from before the Borderland. You felt sick from the contrasting differences between the world in your head and the one you were physically in. Why couldn’t you just fade away?

You felt a presence in front of your shivering form, and you slowly peeled away your hands to reveal the abuser in front of you, looking into your eyes worryingly. Your stomach dropped from catching a glimpse of the blood splattered lightly across his attractive features. You felt nausea building in your stomach, making you want to throw up.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Niragi lifted a hand and tried to place it on your cheek, but you flinched away violently and screamed as you crawled onto your hands and knees, attempting to quickly escape him. It was deemed almost impossible to do considering the emotional state you were in at that moment. You just watched your lover beat a man until the light left his eyes, you weren’t going to recover from the shock quickly.

You cried as he grabbed your ankle and roughly pulled you back. You struggled against his grip and tried to shake his hands off of your shoulders and waist desperately. You were terrified that he was going to hurt you, beat you until you were dead just like his other victim.

“Baby! Why are you so scared?! Hold still!” Niragi cried, attempting to hold your thrashing body against his to quiet you down. He was feeling desperate and helpless, what was happening to you? You’ve never done this before. He thought maybe you were in shock and thinking that he was the man trying to force himself on you.

“Y/N! It’s me! I’m here, you’re okay!” he cried in a frightened tone. He managed to pull you roughly by your waist into his lap and held the back of your head against his chest area. He began to shake himself, being so worried about your emotional state. He felt you suddenly stop struggling in his arms, hearing your soft sobs of fear against his shirt.

“What’s going on baby? You’re scaring me,” he groaned into your neck. You shivered against him, feeling too weak to even push yourself from his chest. You could do nothing but sit in his lap, terrified of the man who was attempting to comfort you.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. He can’t hurt you anymore,” he cooed, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm your rapid breathing. He let out a shaky breath, being on the verge of tears. He felt his heart rapidly pumping in his chest, thumping against his ribcage. He was at least comforted at the fact that you were back in his arms, away from everyone and everything that wanted to separate you from him.

He leaned his head back and looked at your face tucked into his chest. He saw your tight hands scrunching his black and white button-up into themselves, making him feel soft at how vulnerable and small you looked.

“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. I’ll always protect you.”

You tried to level your breathing, listening to Niragi’s heartbeat to focus on something else other than the fact that he had just murdered someone in front of you.

Everything everyone had said was true. Niragi was purely an evil person, filled to the brim with violence and murderous impulses. You repented your doubts so badly, wishing that you had listened. But you chose to give him a chance to be a good person for once in his life, and he threw it out the window. Only now, you couldn’t escape him. You had to now live with being the object of a murderer’s desires.

You felt Niragi snake his arms underneath your knees and shoulders gently, standing up from the ground with you in his arms. You clutched onto him from around his neck, tears still slowly travelling down your face.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm? My little baby must be so tired after all that.”

‘After all that’. He said it like it was nothing more than a bad day. Your boyfriend just killed someone in front of you and then just forced you back into his arms. This wasn’t a bad day, it was a traumatic experience that would stay with you for the rest of your life, remembering every detail and image of the event vividly.

“Niragi,” you mumbled. He glanced down to your weak frame, face going soft from the tired expression across your features. “Shh, don’t speak. Just go to sleep. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You didn’t want him to be there when you woke. In fact, you didn’t want to wake up at all. You felt miserable and defenseless in his arms, wishing for nothing more than to wake up and for it to be all some horrific dream.

But you didn’t wake up, because it was your reality. Niragi’s delusional, obsessive and abusive mindset was nothing new anymore, it was normal everyday life for you from then on.

[leviiattacks]

Hi, you're a very talented writer and your works are very beautiful. Can I request one where Levi's fem s/o does the ignore your boyfriend prank? Thank you so much and take care of yourself ❤️

author note :: thank youuu i’m glad you think that anon !! this isn’t good at all bc i’m just very sick and yeah,,, i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but i needed something to do and ended up finishing this. hmmm what is this is it fluff?? idk it’s captain levi and survey corps member reader though :-) requests are open so feel free to drop by if you’d like :D word count :: 3.4k 

you should NOT be bothering levi as much as you are because he understands you need your own space to relax sometimes

but come on... you’ve been ignoring him for an unreasonable amount of time now??

and he’s not talking about groggy ignoring, it’s not the type you do when you’ve just awoken from a restless night’s sleep

no. you’re talking to everyone apart from him.

and it’s driving him up a literal wall

did he do something wrong???

has he made a mistake so large that you’re too scared to bring it up???

are you finally sick of him??

will you break up with him?

levi winces when thinking of that specific question

but he’s the type to silently keep his worries to himself as soon as he sees any indication of a bad omen

currently, he’s mentally preparing himself for you to break the news to him any day now

but little does he know you’ve just pulled a prank hoping for him to whine and complain a little

the point of this all is to elicit an out of character reaction

;-)

the idea came from historia at first

her playing such a foul trick on ymir didn’t go unnoticed and little by little ymir’s resolve crumbled away throughout the day

she went quite literally ballistic trying to get historia’s attention

and watching it all play out made you want to try it out with levi

you’d be a FOOL not to

WELL!!!! the fun part about this is that you’re a bit actually, no. a lot, more stubborn than historia!!!

and instead of committing to the prank for a day you’ve chosen to see how far you can stretch this out

if you have to drag it out for two days so be it

you have good reason to

levi isn’t the most affectionate man, your relationship is kept a total secret from all of the cadets

meaning pda never happens

and,,, listen you would love to kiss him before expeditions without having to drag him behind your horse for cover

to be frank the back of a horse does smell rather unpleasant and it’s not as romantic as you’d like for it to be

honestly you’d rather have everyone stare and gawk in awe watching the two of you make out

seeing them put two and two together realizing what it is that’s going on between you and the captain would be hilarious

especially since reiner said last week he could never picture levi dating anyone

AND!! he even had the audacity to say he thinks someone like him would never date someone on the team

is it really not that obvious to them?

do you and levi lack chemistry?

silently fuming you walk away and even then none of the cadets get the hint

but you do think mikasa has known for a while. her senses are sharp and whenever she sees you and levi together she makes a u-turn heading in the opposite direction away from the both of you

but even if she does she isn’t going to tell anyone about it unless she’s directly asked so it’s not like the cat will be out of the bag any time soon

it’s silly getting worked up over reiner’s comments but it’s kinda disheartening having the relationship be kept a secret

and you thought even if it was there would be at least a hint of a rumour, like it should be decently obvious it’s been months since the two of you began to see each other

ESSENTIALLY, this is your plan to “accidentally” let the cadets figure it out

eventually levi will have to get restless enough to do something bold

that’s what you think will happen

but then the reality of the situation hits you at the end of the first day

he seems to be dealing with it just fine ?????

after giving him the cold shoulder he shows no signs of returning at all

...

WHY IS IT NOT WORKING???

mayday mayday mayday....?!??

red alert....?!??

you are about to bang your head against a wall he’s the one who’s meant to be suffering over this not you

but again, you’re stubborn and won’t give in easily

by the end of day one levi has approached you two times

two...

each time you’ve given him completely blunt responses

it’s frustrating you that he’s just dealing with it as it comes

and when he does speak to you it’s not to ask what’s wrong

the first time he approaches you is to ask if you’ve seen petra around which makes your blood boil a little because everyone knows petra has a big, fat, MASSIVE crush on him

you know he won’t ever reciprocate or anything for a number of reasons but you can’t help but feel annoyed

the second time he speaks to you is to ask if you’re willing to help hange out with some paperwork

??????

he doesn’t even look interested in asking you what’s wrong

honestly you would drop this plan but you’re in too deep now

may as well keep it up.

the second day rolls around and it’s not your best day

you burn breakfast

trip over a broom and hit your leg rather hard against the dining table

spill an ENTIRE cup of tea over hange’s important documents

and you haven’t slept a wink after overthinking your relationship status for hours on end

maybe this prank wasn’t a great idea

you’re hunched over the documents close to tears not knowing how you can save them now

there’s nothing you can do and even though you know hange will be okay with it, (they’ve never cared much for paperwork) you just don’t want to inconvenience them with this mess

“y/n?”

looking up you see eren standing by the doorway of the kitchen watching with a humored expression as you place paper towels over the disaster you’ve created

“captain’s looking for you.”

perking up a little internally you make sure to remain as disinterested as possible on the surface

“what does he need?”

“i don’t know he didn’t say.”

“tell him i’m busy.”

and that’s all that occurs during day two

you pass by levi and occasionally his gaze flicks to you but he doesn’t take any action to address you in public or in private

you end up going to bed even more disappointed than you were the first night

the prank definitely isn’t going the way you want and instead of it leading to levi cornering you in front of everyone and dipping you into a dreamy swoon worthy kiss it’s led to you developing doubts.

many doubts.

but you aren’t giving up any time soon, now more than ever you want to be reassured levi even wants this relationship because he’s not acting like it

it’s admittedly a bitch move on your part for pulling this prank in the first place but you expected him to ask how you were doing it has been forty-eight hours after all

if the roles were reversed you’d force him into a room until he would tell you

so you can’t explain his weird behaviour at all

maybe he doesn’t like you as much as you think

that thought makes your eyes sting at the corners

he’s always been reserved and a little lost when it comes to opening up but you’re beginning to lose hope if he finds it this hard to ask if you’re okay

drifting off to sleep before you can wallow in your thoughts any more you wish tomorrow is better

it’s the third day and to say you’re exhausted is an understatement

midday and you’re training in the sweltering heat

the lack of sleep you’ve had recently paired with your stress isn’t doing you any good

a little dizzy you attempt to hold onto a nearby tree for stability but end up somehow missing the mark by a MILE??

tumbling to the floor painfully you hiss at the collision and rub the back of your head which is now sore

footsteps approach you in a hurry and for the first time in days you’re face to face with levi

“you okay?” concern is very much evident in his voice and that eases your nerves

without you even responding he’s turning you around just to check in case

nodding wordlessly you try to get to your feet when you feel a shift.

your ankle without warning gives out on you and you’re sent crashing back down to the ground

closing your eyes and bracing for impact you’re pleasantly surprised when levi catches you by the waist

your weight is leaning onto him and you’re looking down to the floor

hange is yelling from across the courtyard telling levi to drop you off at the infirmary but he doesn’t need to be told that

his instincts do the talking for him and he’s already slung you over his shoulder and begins carrying you towards the base

“levi. put. me. down. this position’s embarrassing.”

he doesn’t respond and you can hear sasha and connie cackling at the compromising situation

swatting his back you’re huffing and puffing yet he’s still ignoring you

you’re being given the silent treatment but you suppose you do deserve it

sighing you deal with the stares you receive on the way there

this is levi and at this point nothing is seen as abnormal when he does it

you can’t really look behind you to see levi’s expression either but when a cadet walks past and mouths “y/n, what the hell did you do??” you know you’re in for it

eventually he reaches the infirmary and without even letting you get a word in he plops you onto the bed albeit a little rough

“what’s with the cold shoulder?” he places both his arms by your sides leaving you trapped

“i-”

“if you want to break up you can just say that instead of beating around the bush.”

you’re stunned by the harsh tone of his voice, he doesn’t have his usual soft timbre and your eyes glaze over in defense

“you want to break up?” your question hangs in the air

chewing at your lip anxiously you know if you bite any harder you’ll draw blood

“i don’t care. if that’s what you want, sure.”

oh.

oh no.

this isn’t going how you planned

nails digging into the flesh of your palms you hang your head low

he doesn’t care at all

if that’s what you want????? really???? that’s his response??? he won’t even fight for you???

it’s silent as he bandages your ankle and you’re burning in a mix of embarrassment and fury.

“i was just pull-” choking up in the middle of your sentence you feel yourself automatically frown

“i was just pulling a prank on you. you know how historia did with ym-“

really you’ve always been terrible at holding back your tears and a few spill over the edge and you sob

why are you like this why why why why why?????

yeah,, you get why everyone calls you overly emotional from time to time but really you swear you feel your heart shatter a little at how levi’s acting

shielding your eyes with your sleeve you cower away from him

lord have mercy.

levi wants to curl up into a ball and die from the wave of embarrassment that hits him

a prank.

a trick.

and he didn’t catch on.

and now you’re crying.

because he thought acting tough and cold in case you wanted to break up with him made perfectly logical sense???

spoiler : it didn’t make any sense...

but now it’s made him look like he hates you??

but he doesn’t hate you

no, no, no. not at all.

he could never hate you.

you’re always willing to help anyone out, you’re genuine, always say sorry even when you don’t need to, unapologetically yourself at any moment, you’re fearful yet push it all aside to be courageous and most of all he loves your little hobbies because who in their right mind actually enjoys gardening??

he’s convinced people who say they like gardening are looking for something unique to make themselves stand out but really you enjoy it and it’s quite cute

ok, ok no more getting side tracked whilst talking about your love for plants

he could name so much more he admires about you but he’d be here all day

“i tried to talk to you yesterday but after you refused i thought you hated me and wanted to break up. that’s why i was acting like that just now.” he slowly tries to explain his point to you

“i know i’m hard to love so when you began to ignore me out of the blue i figured you didn’t want to-”

cutting him off without giving him the option of finishing his sentence you’re wide eyed in horror. he was NOT meant to interpret the prank this way.

“levi?? for as long as i’m alive i’ll never get tired of you. i promise.” his heart rate shoots and the intense magnetism between the two of you becomes stronger by the second

you pause for a second gathering yourself.

“and i’m sorry i should’ve thought about how you’d feel. the reason i did it was stupid.”

levi kneels by the bed and takes your hand in his, he graciously lifts the sleeve of your uniform and ducks down to press a soft kiss onto your wrist.

your heart flutters seeing him be so careful and gentle with you and bashfully you look away

guilt overwhelms you at that moment because you really are horrible for putting him through all of that.

levi cares for you he does

he may be silent about it and not the best at being public with it but you know how he feels.

you feel it in the way he looks at you

you feel it when he helps you mount your horse

you feel it when he double checks your harnesses before expeditions

you feel it when he tends to your injuries

and, you definitely feel it right now when it sinks in that he was acting like he hated you just so you wouldn’t feel bad if you really did want to break up with him.

he’s always been bad at picking up on hints and cues so you now understand why he interpreted it as you wanting nothing to do with him

of course he wouldn’t ask how you were if it looked like you wanted to skin him alive

“what was the reason for the prank?” he inquisitively asks genuinely wanting to know what it is he can do for you

“i...” you’re wandering off and suddenly don’t want to tell him

“i wanted you to kiss me.” you whisper in a rush

he cocks an eyebrow up even more lost. “i kiss you all the time?”

“i mean, in front of everyone else.”

he blinks and his mouth forms into an “O” shape

it’s a little awkward now

he doesn’t bring it up again so you assume he doesn’t like the idea of letting everyone know just yet

and that’s okay!! you respect that!!

after all, you can’t get mad at him for it, it’s the best choice.

you don’t want people to accuse him of having bias towards you and it’ll probably upset petra and hinder her performance if her crush just suddenly starts dating out of nowhere

your gaze is back on levi and he’s now double checking the bandage on your ankle after tending to it

“you can’t walk for a few weeks.” he tsks

“be careful next time.” he’s always been blunt when he does show he cares and you warmly smile after not talking to him in days.

you feel the need to apologize again

“to make it clear i really am sorry, i should have thought more about you.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes

“i’m overjoyed that my beautiful girlfriend doesn’t want to break up with me. now, stop moping around about it i’m over it.”

he scoops you up effortlessly and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“y/n, for the record, i’ll work on not jumping to the worst case scenario first.”

you love this aspect of your relationship

being able to understand how your flaws impact the other and choosing to make changes or adjustments

it’s sweet and you must be smiling like an idiot when thinking of it because levi blows a puff of air onto your forehead knocking you out of your daydream

feeling a little less light headed than before you notice he’s walking back out towards the courtyard

why is he doing that...?

“you’re walking in the wrong direction?”

“no i’m not.” he replies with a smug grin

oh my god

no he isn’t

oh my god

is he???

you’re bright pink in the face as you turn to look at him panicking when you hear hange’s group returning

eren can be heard arguing with jean as per usual and now you’re smacking levi’s chest even harder

“you don’t have to do this no, no, no. it’s okay really.” it’s funny how you’re begging him not to do what you’ve been waiting on for three days

but you really don’t want him to feel like he has to do this

as if he’s read your mind he replies. “i’m doing this with my own free will.”

he gives you one last grin and pushes you up against the wall, your back is against the cold yet solid surface and you tense up

oh god. it’s happening he’s diving down and it’s as if everything is moving in slow motion.

gradually you feel the familiar feeling of your heart jumping out of your chest

both of your lips mould together, he’s hoisting you up again preventing you from slipping away. hungry hands grip at your thighs and a knowing smile twitches across his mouth.

nipping at his bottom lip he groans and you nearly forget why it is he’s kissing you

that is until you hear a SCREAM from your right

“eren what the fuck are you yelling at?” jean’s voice can be heard scowling in the distance but you’re too distracted by levi’s mouth to care

eren must be speechless because nothing is heard until jean reaches the scene

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“WHERE IS REINER??? HE’S NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.”

“you’re both overreacting.” mikasa makes her appearance and you’re not sure if she’s seen you and levi yet because your eyes fluttered shut long ago

“Y/N AND THE CAPTAIN????? WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE MIKASA??” eren’s voice sounds so distressed you guess you’re right for assuming he may have had a crush on you at some point

“it was obvious, i don’t know how no one else knew.”

finally levi pulls away and you’re panting practically gasping for any traces of air

“what you looking at brats?” levi snaps in their direction and mikasa nonchalantly shrugs and walks away

jean and eren however, dash away at LIGHTENING speed probably on their way to let everyone else know of the shocking new development

levi pecks your forehead and you nudge your nose against his.

since that day you and levi have been able to get away with a lot more pda

you can hold his hand and stare at how pretty your hands look laced together

you can nuzzle your face into his neck without any questions 

you can loop arms with him and even if he acts like he doesn’t enjoy it he genuinely does like walking around with you latching onto his bicep

although he still prefers the privacy of his office he’s more than happy to give in once in a while

and at the end of the day you’re ecstatic because there’s no more kissing behind your horse!!!

GONE ARE THOSE DAYS

wooHOO

honestly, you’re over the moon about it 

and so is levi

:-)

[cherrycheridarling]

instagram | t.h.

tom holland x reader

warnings: swearing

summary: tom slips up on instagram..again

wc: 0.8k

"Darling! Get your bum in here!" you heard yourself being called by your boyfriend. "Please." he added.

Entering the bedroom, you found Tom laying upside down on the bed with his phone in front of his face.

"You summoned me?"

He got up and patted the seat beside him, "Yes, look at this." he shoved his screen in your face.

It was a picture taken by Harrison a few days ago. You, Tom, Harrison, Harry and Sam had decided to take a fun day off to visit the golf course. Accidentally, you whacked Tom in the knee with your club which resulted in him throwing you over his shoulder as you both laughed. That's what Harrison captured in the picture.

You with your body over Tom's right shoulder as he began to run around the golf course. You wouldn't be able to tell from the picture, but everyone was laughing behind the camera as Tom jokingly threatened to dump you in the small lake.

"Cute. What about it?" you yawned.

"I'm going to post it on my private Instagram. Help me with a caption, please." he looked at you with puppy dog eyes making you roll yours.

You and Tom had been dating for a little over a year and sure, there were suspicions of your relationship from fans who dug deep and examined every little thing so thoroughly that they could be an FBI profiler. But other than rumours here and there, you both had done an impressive job of remaining secretive about your relationship.

Shaking your head, you stood up, "Nope. Surprise me, lover." you winked and left the whining toddler in the bedroom before heading back to your spot in the living room.

Within minutes, your phone was blowing up with texts from friends and family. Confused, you opened your phone and clicked on the most recent message from Ariana.

Ari: bitch

Ari: bitch

Ari: wtf

Ari: u and tom went public??

Your confusion grew before you typed a response.

Y/N: huh? since when

Ari: check ig. ur bf slipped up again..

Oh, shit.

Opening Instagram, you clicked on Tom's public account. And there it was. The photo at the golf course with the caption: 'this is the caption you get when my gf doesn't help me'

Your heart seemed to drop to your stomach as you saw the likes and comments rising with every second. Marching back into the bedroom, you tossed your phone to Tom.

It landed on his knee, coincidentally, the same one that you bruised with a golf club.

"Oi! What did my knee ever do to you? First the golf club and now your phone? I'm gonna be in a wheelchair by the time I turn twenty-five, love." he whined and rubbed his knee.

You rolled your eyes, "That was an accident. Shut it and look at my phone."

He examined your screen before looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, "Did you not like the caption? Because I can change it." he picked up his phone.

You shook your head with a slight laugh at your boyfriend's cluelessness, "No. Look at the username of the account that posted that photo."

He picked up your phone again and you watched his features as he registered what he had done. His mouth fell open, his eyes widened and your phone fell from his hands as he covered his mouth in shock.

"Oh, fuck." he spoke through his fingers, "I'm so, so sorry. I honestly thought I posted it on my other account." he began to panic. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."

His alarmed eyes met yours before you bursted out laughing.

"W-what? Why are you laughing? This isn't funny! I just exposed our whole relationship! How are you not screaming at me?" he stammered, confused about your reaction.

You managed to find some composure before sitting in front of him on the bed, "Oh, you sweet little old man." you cupped his cheeks with your hands as he remained dumbfounded, "I don't know why I expected you to able to use Insta properly." you laughed again at his monotone expression.

He pouted and leaned into your touch, "I didn't want to share you with the world. This was ours."

You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, "Don't beat yourself up, love. This is still ours. One picture isn't us sharing everything with the world." you assured him.

"I'm sorry again. Should I delete the picture?" he kissed your palm.

You shook your head, "Let's not risk you posting another one." you teased making him roll his eyes with a playful grin.

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

More angst, more angst, more angst!! This is honestly the most fun I’ve ever had doing one of these challenges dfgjdfgfdg am I worried about that?? Sure. Am I going to stop writing angst?? Nope. 😂😂😂

DAY SEVEN: FORGOTTEN

“We have to get to her.” Beca bit her lip hard as she poured over the map in front of her again, “We have to... you’ve seen what they do to people like us I- there has to be a way!”

“Beca we have time-”

“No we don’t!” Beca snapped, whirling on Stacie, “Look what they did to Bree. She wasn’t with them more than four days, and now...”

Tears formed in Stacie’s eyes as she looked away from Beca, her mind plagued with what had happened to the woman she loved. Beca felt guilty, stepping away from the map to rest her hands on Stacie’s arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, that was... that was cruel, I’m just-”

“No.” Stacie shook her head, swallowing hard as she looked back to her again, “No I get it. I barely survived seeing her like that, I don’t want you to go through that too.”

“I miss her too.” Beca gave her arms a squeeze, “She’d never have let Chloe get caught, she would’ve- she would be getting us through this a lot better than I am, and making it look easy.”

Stacie laughed softly, shaking her head a little, “You’re doing a great job Becs. She’d be really proud of you.”

Beca rubbed at her forehead as she pressed herself into the wall, wondering if she was the only one that remembered that conversation now. God she’d made such a mess of this... this is why they needed Aubrey, she would never have let it get to this. 

The Bellas were a group of rebels, fighting against a government that wanted to see them all eradicated off the face of the earth. You see, the Bellas had... powers. They weren’t magic per say, (okay Lilly might be, they weren’t really sure) but all of them had abilities far beyond what a ‘normal’ human being was. They were faster, stronger, smarter... they could read minds, and sometimes in the right circumstances, they could even see the future. Of course, to the US government, this made them a threat, and as such they were forced onto the fringes of society or to face a firing squad.

They’d banded together, created a community where they could live in relative peace with people like them, it was bliss... until the day that their leader Aubrey Posen was snatched not two feet from their compound. It had forced them underground without her, and when they had finally found her, Aubrey not only had no idea who they were, she had attacked them, almost killing Stacie in the process. 

The horrifying rumours they’d heard were true. Their people weren’t being taken and executed, they were being brainwashed until they forgot all about their lives, their families, their loved ones, and then they were being turned into human weapons. And now, under Beca’s leadership, more and more of them were going missing. First it was Jessica, then Flo, then the love of Beca’s life Chloe, and now... now Stacie had gone missing and Beca had barely escaped with her life.

It had taken three weeks for Beca to heal up, distraught and in pain as she tried to recover faster than her body would let her. She had to rescue them, all of them, no matter how much they kicked and screamed and didn’t remember who she was. They were her family, she had to rescue them and bring them home, and then they would figure out how to reverse the damage that had been done.

Which is why she now stood deep in the depths of enemy territory, slipping between guards in a desperate attempt to find any of her missing friends. Would any of them remember her? Or was this a suicide mission? Either way, this ended today.

“Stop...” 

A familiar whimper made Beca’s heart race. Stacie... she was alive at least, and so close...

“Bree please... I know you remember me, somewhere deep down, you have to...”

Beca squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Oh god... they were making Aubrey hurt her. Was it not enough that they had wiped her memories and turned her into a weapon, did they have to use her against them? She had to stop this.

“I don’t know you.” Aubrey growled, “Your tricks don’t work on me scum. Now hold still or this will hurt even more... which is fine by me.”

Beca shot forward, barreling into Aubrey and knocking the device from her hands as she pinned her to the floor underneath her.

“Becs?” Stacie croaked, eyes full of tears as she struggled against her restraints, “Don’t hurt, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, please...”

“I’m not going to.” Beca shot her a small smile, pulling a syringe from her pocket and jabbing it into Aubrey’s arm. Aubrey’s struggling ceased all together within a few seconds, limp under Beca as she carefully tied her wrists together.

“There. She’s out cold, she will be until we get her home. We’ll fix this there, Lilly and Amy are going to take you two back while I find the others. Have you seen them?”

Beca left Aubrey where she was sleeping, releasing the restraints from around Stacie as she slumped into her arms, breathing a little shallow as she winced heavily.

“Jess... she’s as bad as Aubrey.” Stacie shook her head as she collapsed against Beca, tears running down her cheeks, “They had her hurt me... she broke my arm, she- we need to bring her back, it’s not the Jessica I know.”

“We will.” Beca nodded determinedly, gently stroking Stacie’s hair as she gestured for Amy and Lilly to join them, “We’ll get her, take her home, fix things so that she remembers us. Have- have you seen Chloe?”

“No...” Stacie shook her head, “I’m sorry, I haven’t- I don’t know if she’s even still alive Beca, the things they do to make people forget here... it could’ve killed her.”

Beca pursed her lips together, trying to ignore the panic swelling in her chest. Chloe couldn’t be dead. Not when she’d come this far, when she’d sacrificed so much to rescue her. She had to be okay.

“Okay. It’s okay. I’ll find her, no matter what happened to her, I’ll find her.” Beca helped Stacie into Amy’s firm and reassuring grip, “I’ll bring them both home.”

She watched as Lilly lifted Aubrey over her shoulder, her and Amy disappearing in the blink of an eye as Beca swallowed hard. 

“Beca?” Ashley’s voice came in her ear via the earpiece she was wearing, “I got Jess, she’s out cold but I got her, should I take her home or do you want me to stay and help you?”

“No, go.” Beca mumbled, “I’m gonna look for Chloe, if I’m not back by tomorrow you do not come back for me, any of you, do I make myself clear?”

“Beca-” Ashley protested.

“No. I won’t have anyone else risking their lives. You go and you stay gone, all of you. Stay underground, take care of each other, and fix our girls. Do you understand me?”

“I do.” Ashley mumbled, “Try and come home though Beca okay?”

“I’ll do my best.” Beca smiled softly, “Take care of of Jess.”

Beca slipped back out into the corridor, fists clenched tightly as she moved quickly from cell to cell, trying to find that familiar shock of red hair that she loved so much. She knew she was clinging to an impossible sense of hope, that Chloe was probably long gone but... she couldn’t give up on her. She couldn’t do that. Chloe had to be alive.

And then, as she rounded a corner to find a single, solitary cell, tiny in size, Beca saw the red colours she had missed so much. Her heart lept in her chest as she quickly picked the lock, breathing shakily as she moved towards the limp body shackled to the wall by her wrists and throat.

“Chloe? Chloe are you okay?” Beca whispered, running her fingers through her hair.

Chloe’s head lifted a little, bright blue eyes dull with pain and something else that Beca couldn’t quite place.

“W-who are you?” Chloe whimpered, “I- I don’t know where I am, please... I don’t want to be hurt anymore...”

Beca choked back a sob as her stomach dropped, jaw clenched tight. No... no, Chloe couldn’t have forgotten her. She couldn’t, she just couldn’t.

“Chloe, it’s me Beca...” She pushed back against the tears welling in her eyes, “I’m not going to hurt you, but you have to remember me baby, somewhere in there you have to know who I am...”

“I-I’m sorry...” Chloe whispered, tears running down her cheeks, “I’m sorry, I don’t know you. Please don’t be angry, I- I can’t take anymore pain, please...”

“I’m not angry, not even a little.” Beca shook her head furiously, “It’s okay Chloe, I- I’m going to fix this, you’re going to remember okay? You’re going to remember me, remember all of us, but let’s get you out of here first okay?”

“You- you’re going to let me go?” Chloe’s eyes glittered with tears, “They’re letting me go?”

“Not exactly.” A smile tugged at Beca’s lips, “I’m like you, I have the same powers you do. You and me, we live with other people like us, somewhere safe where the people that have been hurting you can’t get to you. I’m taking you back there, is that okay?”

“O-okay.” Chloe nodded softly, “I- I trust you. I don’t know why but... I trust you.”

Beca’s jaw clenched tighter as a stray tear slipped down her cheek. Her poor Chloe... she didn’t know anything, barely knew her own name... they had robbed her of all of that and left her terrified, alone, and in pain. She’d kill them for this, but not today. Today she was taking Chloe home.

“That’s okay. You’ll remember why.” Beca stroked her cheek, brushing tears away as she did, “Let’s just get you safe okay?”

Beca ripped at the restraints, pulling Chloe free even as she fell into her arms, too weak from her ordeal to stand.

“I got you.” Beca whispered into her hair, “I got you Chloe. I’m going to carry you out of here, we don’t have a lot of time before-” 

A blaring alarm and a bright red flashing light cut her off, Beca biting her lip as she held Chloe a little tighter. Dammit, they knew she was here. 

“What’s happening?” Chloe whimpered, clinging to her as Beca squeezed her tighter.

“Nothing. Nothing for us to worry about, we’re getting out of here.” 

Beca lifted Chloe into her arms as she went to speed from the room and out of enemy territory, but as she moved out of the room a sharp shock hit her ribs and she crumbled to the ground with a strangled cry, Chloe tumbling from her arms. There was a man on top of her in seconds, Beca kicking at him as she tried to get to Chloe. watching as she was dragged to her feet by a towering man with a cruel grin.

“Now Chloe... you wouldn’t be trying to run out on me would you?” He sneered, gripping her face with his huge hand as Chloe whimpered in fright.

“I- I’m sorry...” Chloe bit her lip, “I’m so confused... I don’t- I don’t know anything but she seemed to understand me I-”

Beca grunted as her arms were pulled behind her back and bound tight with heavy chains that even her advanced strength couldn’t break.

“I should punish you for this...” The man hummed, eyes flicking to Beca who was struggling and snarling as she still tried to get away from the men that were restraining her, “But... if you renounce your little friend here, I will punish her instead, how about that?”

“Chloe...” Beca nodded her head as she was dragged to her feet, still fighting them, “It’s okay. It’s okay, do what you have to to survive. I love you, I know you know that, I know that even if you don’t remember me you know that I love you, and you love me. It’s okay, do it.”

“I...” Chloe was crying as she looked between Beca and the man gripping her face still, “I- I’m sorry...”

“No. Don’t apologise.” Beca shook her head, slumping a little as she realised the more she struggled, the worse it would be for Chloe, “Do it. I can take it.”

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenched tightly as Beca felt defeat wash over her, going limp in the arms that were holding her upright. Chloe didn’t know who she was, all she knew right now was pain and if she renounced Beca then that pain would stop. It was the only logical decision in such a loud and confusing world.

“Beca?” 

Beca’s head jerked upwards, shock in her eyes as Chloe frowned a little in her direction. Her heart was thudding in her chest as their eyes met. Did she- did she just-

“I remember you...” Chloe breathed, “I- I do love you. And I won’t hurt her.” Her attention turned back to the man holding her face, “But I will hurt you.”

The man screeched as Chloe’s shaking hands gripped the sides of his head and squeezed, crushing it in her hands as Beca watched slack jawed. She recovered quickly as Chloe hit the ground, kicking the legs out of one of the men holding her, headbutting the other as Chloe dragged herself to her feet and over to her.

“Beca... you are Beca right?” Chloe whispered, biting her lip, “I- I feel like I know you, like I love you, I- I can’t explain it but... there’s something about your hair, your eyes, it- it’s so familiar I- I don’t know you but I also do, I-”

“I am. I am Beca.” Beca nodded, “It’s going to be okay Chlo... can you get these chains off me?”

“Y-yeah.” Chloe fumbled with them a little as she pulled them off, Beca wrapping her arms around her the second they were free.

“Let’s go.” Beca mumbled into her hair, “Let’s go Chloe, I promise we can figure this mess out when we’re back okay?”

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, “Yeah okay, I don’t want to be here anymore, I- I don’t know why I did that to him-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Beca shook her head, cupping her face in her hands, “We’re going home, that’s all that matters. Hold onto me, that’s all you need to do.”

“Okay.” Chloe whispered, head resting in the crook of Beca’s neck, “I- thank you. For not abandoning me even though I don’t remember you.”

“I’ll never leave you.” Beca shook her head, “You don’t know who I am, but you know what I mean to you, and that... they could never take that from you.”

[girlgrouptrash101]

Lisa (Blackpink) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “HEADCANON’s are my thing. Can I request Lisa as your girlfriend, please?”

A/N: lovesick girls SOTY,,, that’s all i have to say

- C

Get ready to be treated like royalty,, miss manoban won’t settle for anything less when it comes to her baby

Lisa is always romantic, whether its taking you our for a candle-lit, romantic dinner or just staying at home and slow dancing around the living room together

Your guys’ apartment would be the perfect blend of both your tastes, with a gorgeous, retro, red jukebox in the living room that you and Lisa play music from whenever you’re at home

You have a big photograph wall in your room of all the memories you’ve had together,, with most of the pictures being taken by your very own personal photographer Lisa hehe

her camera goes everywhere with her, and she has millions of photos of you that you’ve never even seen, as Lisa loves to keep them to herself so she can look through them when she’s away and misses you

the rest of the pinks are basically your best friends, and they basically knew you before they even met you, thanks to Lisa’s constant gushing over how amazing you are and how lucky she is to be with you :’]

you’re always invited to their shows and concerts,,, and the absolute joy you get seeing all Lisa’s fans scream for her knowing she all yours at the end of the day simply cannot be put into words

on long days before comebacks, you often find yourself heading to Blackpink’s practice room with snacks in hand, reminding the girls to stop overworking themselves and put their health first!

Lisa always teaches you her new dances, even if you have two left feet lol

she loves watching you learn, and after a few months she’s really helped you improve - even if most of you lessons end up to you and her dancing to crazy frog around the practice room like maniacs

the most fun dates!! Like one time you and Lisa went to every single ice cream parlour in your city and reviewed each one to find out which one had the best ice cream around

like YES you were both stuffed and couldn’t touch ice cream for about a month after because you hadn’t recovered... but it was still worth it

the two of you also love to pack a picnic and a blanket, taking a drive out to the big fields in the country side

there’s nothing else around you for miles, just you, Lisa and the sound of birds as they fly by and nest in trees, the two of you just enjoying the blissful break from city life

Plus you get to make daisy chains and talk about the most random things as you lounge on the blanket you packed, completely at ease with life and with one another

you love talking to Lisa so much; your conversation can honestly range from questioning the creation of humanity to talking about your favourite flavour of ice cream (mint choco team rise up)

she always does that little thing with her thumb when she holds your hand, rubbing her thumb ever so softly across the back of your hand and it makes your heart go dsfjksskl

gives the BESTEST hugs ever omg

her head rests on top of yours as she loops her arms around her waist and yours drape around her shoulders, your head against her chest or on her shoulder as she holds you tight against her

also gives A+ cuddles too, she’s like your own personal teddy bear that you can just never pull away from,,, she’s too warm and soft,, you always end up spending hours in her arms whenever you can

INTENSE JUST DANCE BATTLES IN THE LIVING ROOM

rumour has it you almost broke your knees trying to beat Lisa at the rasputin dance - spoiler alert, she still won like she always does jndsfdklds

shopping dates!! which are actually really fun,, Lisa always picks out something for the both of you that’s absolutely ABSURD, and when you go and try it on the two of you end up cracking up with laughter

don’t tell anyone but half the time when Lisa buys clothes for herself she goes for things that you would like in hopes that you borrow them off her... because YOU... in HER CLOTHES... she might just cry uwu

dating Lisa and accidentally becoming a parent to all FOUR of her cats.. good luck i guess xoxo

she loves taking you to Thailand to meet her family, and bringing you to all her favourite spots as a child, wanting to make new memories there with you by her side

she’s also one to show up on your doorstep with two plane tickets and a suitcase packed for you - she doesn’t even tell you where you’re going, but she always has a plan and brings you on the most memorable and life changing trips around the world

she just wants to make so many memories with you and switch things up when you least expect; Lisa loves to keep you on your toes

plus,,,, more memories = more stories to tell your kids when you get to that milestone in the future

which Lisa definitely sees happening, she’s never, ever leaving you behind, it would be a crime to lose a love as strong as yours.

NSFW From Here:

kind of a service top tbh,,, like this girl just wants her baby to be feeling good and satisfied

will have her way with you any time any place though,, like she always catches you so off guard - you could be just cooking dinner and then all of a sudden she’s crept up behind you and her hand is down your pants

“and I’ll do it again” - Lisa after eating you out on the kitchen counter top x

It drives her fucking insane when you moan out her name, and it only spurs her on to fuck you harder and faster, listening to each heavenly scream spill from your lips

less into sending you nudes and more into sending you steamy choreographies that she’d been practicing just for you

Lisa feels the best when she’s dancing, and she knows just how worked up you get when you watch her dancing to something sexy, so she never hesitates to invite you to the practice room when she knows she’s going to be putting on a show

which usually ends up with you against the practice room mirror, begging for Lisa to go harder and harder - probably scaring away everyone else in the YG building </3

definitely has a rainbow coloured strap on because gay rights 

tbh you couldn’t care less what colour it is - you don’t even know anything except Lisa’s name when she’s using it, each thrust driving you closer and closer to that glorious edge

Lisa absolutely LOVES when you take care of her too, especially after a long day of schedules when she just gets to come home and ride your face until she crashes from tiredness

her favourite thing in the world is getting eaten out, her long legs wrapping around your head to keep her close to her core while her head is thrown back in pleasure

i could definitely see her being into wax play too, mainly because she think its so gorgeous,, the hot wax melting onto your skin and creating a beautiful picture on her favourite canvas

Lisa in thigh high boots......... and deep red lingerie........... thinking so many thoughts

absolutely LOVES receiving/sending nudes, and she saves every single one in a locked folder for her to look back on when she’s busy on tour and missing your touch 

and don’t be surprised if you get a facetime call in the middle of the night, filled with Lisa’s whines and moans as she touches herself over the phone, driving you crazy knowing you can’t be there to please her the way she so clearly desires

[starshipsofstarlord]

What Happens in Morocco , Stays in Morocco | Luke Skins

Warnings; drug use, mentions of genitalia, flirting, nudity, mentions of sex, making out

The boys awaited as the girls climbed down into the ‘shower’, which in reality was an empty pool. The girls covered their bodies with their arms, aware of the peering, interested eyes that gazed upon their curves and sides.

“It’s not so bad.” Y/n spoke as it was her turn, enjoying the combined sensations of the sun’s ambient glare and the trickling of the hose. “I find it to be quite freeing, after all we were all born naked, there’s no reason that any of us should be ashamed of seeing one another in such a natural state.

As Rich went to turn to cast a peek at the nude young woman, Grace lightly hit his arm, scolding him. He rubbed the skin, second to keep his eyes in the opposite direction. “It’s honestly fine guys. There’s no reason for anyone to be embarrassed, I mean Alo has a massive cock, and that isn’t meant to sexualise him. Everyone and their bodies are different, and that is more than okay, in fact, it is just lovely.”

“She’s high as fuck.” Nick sighed, no one exactly surprised by his conclusion. Even in Bristol, the girl was resourceful, after all she had learnt from the best. Her name was Cassie, and whilst she wasn’t around anymore, having disappeared, y/n still felt her presence. It was like a mother’s guidance, walking her though the plains of liked, and into the warm embrace of this vacation.

“Time’s over.” Frankie informed the girl, who carelessly climbed up the rail, towards her towel that was laying on one of the sunbeds, elegantly wrapping the small material around her body, leaving little to the imagination.

“Do you hear that?” Y/n asked the gang, her head curiously tilting at the sound of an appearing engine. Her question was granted no answer as a car pulled up, a pack of lads getting out and walking towards the new tourists. “Hi!” She exclaimed, her arm raising in a wave as her towel shivered a bit around her chest.

It averted the attention of the boys towards her silhouette, Frankie could only scoff, coming to wrap her arms around her spaced out friend and try and walk her out of their eyeline. But y/n poured, even more so as her eyes scanned her new options.

There were plenty of options for the Bristol girl, however the leader of the quipped and well dressed group was practically a wet dream to her. He had these expressive eyes, that were hazed in intrigue as they ran up the lengths of her exposed legs. She wanted him, even it be only for a night.

Her kid wasn’t clear, but that was, and then his transfixed perspective landed upon her pupils, and he recognised their glazing far too well. “I think your friend may be a little over her own head.” He spoke, freeing the information that he was not from around here, and that he was like them.

“We’re well aware.” Mini protectively bit back, they had met this lot prior, when y/n was meditating in her room and inhaling the fumes of a godsend grace. “And we can handle it, so please, to put it simply, fuck off.”

“Do you want us to fuck off darling?” He navigated his choice of words towards the y/h/c girl, his head shifting as he stalked slowly towards her like a predator. Y/n giggled, seeing his faded outline, and raising her head to beam at the sheltering sky.

“I wouldn’t mind if one of you were to fuck me. It was my intention to get with a Moroccan anyways.” Rich sighed at her shortage of neurons, he knew how weed and whatever else she had consumed worked. He took hits quite a bit, but it appeared as though y/n lived off the plantation, he had heard the rumours of her intellect, but he had never met them face to face, because she was always smoking something or popping pills.

The friends of the blonde whistled at her flirtatious advances, one also chuckling at her misinterpretation, but saying nothing to correct her. Luke went to speak, however was interrupted by the farm boy, who could not help himself but be inclined to correct her.

“He’s British y/n/n.” Alo facepslmed, watching as her face creased in confusion. “Whatever.” He sight, knowing that he would not be able to get through to her.

“Let’s go and get you some water, yeah?” Grace managed to convince her to come inside of the small building that they had rented, which had not at all met any of their expectations. It was a bit of a shithole, and there wasn’t enough room for everybody, but they had managed to escape Bristol for the summer, and that was the main thing.

“Bring her around later, she seems fun.” Luke smirked, walking backwards as he thought of the girl that stood out amongst the others. “And the rest of you can come to the party too, you know, so you don’t miss your little bubble head too much.”

He was slow to stalk away, however to the relief of the entire group, he eventually did. “I don’t know about you guys, but a party does sound like fun.” Mini prompted, which was how they had ended up in another rental place, with a conjunction of bodies pacy any route inside.

Luke was fast to see the newbies wondering in the mazes of people. But he cared not for the presence of the others, only got the one airy girl. He noticed keenly how she snuck off from the herd of her friend, and ended up overlooking the voyage of trees and lights of the town.

“You want to be careful around here.” He spoke, although the girl did not turn, instead she swayed her head to the sound of his voice, only glancing when he had come to stand beside her. “There’s a lot of dangerous people around here.”

“And I suppose that you’re one of them.” She observed with her flickering eyes, licking her lips as she spoke whatever came to mind. “Because I don’t care, I like adventure. The thrill of something is like sitting on a rollercoaster, however even if you think yourself as strong as manipulative, I’m not interested. Alo told me that you’re not actually from here.”

“Well I’m not going to lie and say that I am, but I have something that may sweeten the deal and entice your impulses.” He pulled a clear bag from his pocket, the white pills rattling around inside. Her pupils widened at the sight, her tongue sticking out in hunger for them. “One kiss, and they’re all yours.”

Luke hardly had a moment to breathe before she pushed their mouths togegher, her tongue broke inside of his mouth, drunkenly swirling inside and counting his teeth. He shut his eyes, enjoying the moment , and dropping the product to rake his fingers through her messy hair.

She became forgetful of the drugs, continuously engaged in a primal desire of lust, and Luke was her victim. There was no escape, even when this holiday was over, for they eoukd both return to the same city, oblivious to the footprints of the other.

But for now, the inevitable and impending notion of having to go home didn’t matter, for they temporarily had this freedom, and were to lull in it until the sun rose.

[mummybear]

Borrowed Time - Chapter One - The New Guy

Words: 3173

Warnings: Swearing... think that’s it for this chapter :)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mark (OC), Tiffany (OC), Mentions of Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: So this is the first series I’ve written in a while or at least the first one I’ve posted! So I hope you guys like it! The next chapters will be out every Friday, until it’s finished :) The series will probably only be around 6 chapters long, but I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know If you want to be tagged in this series or in any of my other taglists :D

Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr​ Thanks babe ❤😘

Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/mummybear

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You let out a shaky breath as you take your seat at the back of the class, hoping that he will just leave you alone today. One of the new guys at school had developed a thing for you, ever since you’d ignored him on his first day, it was like he was determined to get you to talk to him. Lately though he’s been getting under your skin, and you’re so close to giving in. Sure the guy was hot, in fact, he may have been the hottest guy you’d ever seen, but he was also one of the biggest players in the school. The exception being in the last two weeks, where he had barely spoken to another girl who wasn’t you. Safe to say that had started the rumour mill. Then you hear the murmuring starting in the room, and that unmistakable feeling prickles across your skin.

You fight the urge to look up, but it’s like your eyes are drawn to him, like some kind of magnet is connecting the two of you. You finally give in and look up to find him already watching you, gorgeous green eyes locked on yours. Trying to look away is pointless, you know that by now. You do you best to calm your nerves enough so that you’re finally able to drop your eyes to your desk, and start pulling out the things you need for the upcoming lesson. 

That doesn’t stop your entire body tensing when the chair beside you scrapes along the floor loudly as it’s pulled out. It’s almost like you can feel the eyes of everyone in the hall turn on you. You can’t control the way that your body responds to the sound of his deep voice.

“Mind if I sit here, Y/N?” he asks quietly. You try and ignore the gasps that practically echo around the large room, as you force yourself to look up at him again.

Swallowing around the lump in your throat you nod.

“Um, yeah, sure. If you want to,” you answer shakily. You hate how your voice sounds, but if he’s noticed then he doesn’t let on. He gives you one of those panty dropping smiles as he takes the seat next to you, and you could swear your entire face flames bright red.

You inwardly roll your eyes when you see Tiffany Chase heading over to your table. You never understood how she had come to be the most popular girl on the campus, but clearly dating every guy in existence was a good trait to have these days. That was yet another reason you were glad about not being “popular”, whatever the hell that even meant. 

She leans on your desk, until her tits are practically in Dean’s face, but to his credit, and your surprise he doesn’t look. Instead he sits back in his chair, eyes immediately fixed on hers, not wandering her body, or the cleavage she's so blatantly offering him. She makes a point not to even spare you a glance, which is completely fine since you have no interest in what she’s giving away.

“I thought you were gonna show me your car, baby? Why don’t you ditch the charity case and come and have some fun with a real woman?” she purrs seductively, curling her fingers around Dean’s loose tie.

You wish you were anywhere but here, but you know there’s no other seats in class now, so your only other option is to pray for the ground to swallow you whole. You’re a little taken aback though when Dean’s large hand wraps around her tiny wrist and pulls her hand away, still remaining surprisingly gentle, especially with the look of thunder that’s overtaken his features.

“Sorry, Tilly. Change of plans, I told you last week, and a few times this week… if memory serves. Besides, there’s only room for one woman in my life.” As he says this you feel his hand resting on your knee, and you turn to look at him to tell him to move. But you stop yourself when you see the pleading look on his face.

Tiffany scoffs in disbelief, and has a look on her face like he just slapped her. 

“It’s Tiffany,” she corrects him sharply, before she turns her gaze on you. And you have to fight every instinct not to push your body back into your chair, instead you sit straighter, trying to keep your face neutral.

“Can you like… move or something. Dean and I really need to talk, I think you’re making him uncomfortable,” she huffs, as if your mere presence disgusts her. 

“Sorry, Tiff. I think you're the one  who’s making my boyfriend uncomfortable, actually. He’s just being too polite, could you please just leave us alone now? I believe he’s asked you enough.” 

It takes everything you have not to throw up the contents of your stomach, where the fuck did that come from?! You inwardly scold yourself, trying to hold your nerve. But to your surprise, Dean takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, and throws his other arm over your shoulder.

His lips press to your ear, and you can’t hold back the shiver.

“Thank you, I owe you,” he whispers, and you can already feel the blush creeping up your neck, the entire class is staring at the three of you like you’re aliens. But Dean’s currently more than enough of a distraction.

Her shrill laugh echoes around the room, followed by most of her bitch club behind her.

“Oh sweetie, no. Don’t be silly now. There is no way on this planet that you could be his girlfriend, you’d be extremely lucky to get a pity fuck with a normal guy, but Dean? No way. Now move, before I move you.” 

Your heart drops into your stomach, but you refuse to look away from her. However, before you can even utter a word, Dean’s voice drops to a low growl.

“I don’t give a shit about your name, or you. You don’t get to talk to her like that, and you lay a finger on her, I promise you’ll regret it. So, whatever your name is, unless you want me to tell Mark that you’re trying to fuck me... and just about every other guy you set your eyes on, I suggest you go back to your own seat. But first, I think you owe my girlfriend a fucking apology.” You watch the colour all but drain from her face.

You lick your lips nervously as you turn to look at him, seeing the fire burning in his eyes, but his eyes don’t move from Tiffany’s face. 

“Dean, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter,” you whisper sounding a little desperate even to your own ears. You rest your hand on his tensed bicep, trying to ignore the way you're clamping your thighs together, because this might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever been a part of. Even if you had only started this ruse to get him out of an awkward situation. Nobody had ever defended you like this before, especially not this publicly.

“Oh, it does matter, baby girl. Isn’t that right?” Dean asks, mock sweetness in his voice and his arm tightens around your shoulders.

“F-Fine. I’m sorry, Y/N,” she responds the best she can with the amount her voice is shaking, before hurrying back to her friends.

The teacher walks in the classroom, forcing everyone's attention to the front, and you try to ignore the sense of loss you feel when his arm leaves your shoulders. But that feeling is quickly replaced when he takes your hand and links your fingers with his, and rests them on the table top between you.

“Dean, we should talk,” you whisper, when the teacher turns back to the board.

“Later, sweetheart, wouldn’t want you getting in trouble,” he smirks, pressing a lingering kiss to your already flaming red cheek.

-

Unfortunately, you don’t get time to talk to Dean, and you don’t see him after your last lesson either. You try to ignore the snickering and staring as you start to walk through the parking lot to make your way home, though it affects you more than you’d care to admit. When you don’t see any sign of him, you continue to walk lost in thought, knowing that it will take you at least half an hour but it’s worth it, because you can’t stay here. 

You’ve been walking for about ten minutes when you hear a car roll to a stop behind you, the soft purr of the engine calming slightly as the window is wound down. You can’t help but smile as you turn around, and sure enough, there he is. Sitting in the driver's seat with a cocky smirk on his face. He leans over to the passenger side and pushes the door open, “you gonna get in, sweetheart? We can talk while I drive you home.” 

You walk closer and fold your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows at him through the now open car door.

“And what makes you so sure I wanna get in your car?” you ask through your own smirk.

“Come on now, is that any way to speak to your boyfriend? Just get that sexy ass in the car so that we can talk.” There’s a teasing note to his voice, and your smile widens despite yourself.

“Fine. I’ll get in… but only because we do need to talk,” you tell him, trying not to laugh as you climb in the front seat and close the door behind you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, princess,” he laughs, tossing his sunglasses in the backseat. You give him your address, and he quickly works out the new route, before starting to drive again. He clears his throat and shifts awkwardly where he sits, before glancing between you and the road.

“I owe you, for what you did today in class. You didn’t need to save my ass, but you did it anyway. I really appreciate that.”

You blush shyly as you look at him, “I was going to apologise honestly. I don’t know what came over me, I guess I just wanted to help out… somehow, I know people can be a lot for anyone, no matter who you are,” you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your clammy hands over your skirt.

Dean shakes his head, and a smile crosses his plump lips. 

“Sweetheart, don’t apologise, you did me a massive favour and I really can’t thank you enough,” he sighs regretfully, as he pulls into your driveway. 

You thank him for the ride, but before you move to climb out of the car he grabs hold of your wrist gently, and you turn back to him questioningly.

“Is everything okay, Dean?” you ask nervously, wondering what he might say. You’re not sure whether to lean in or turn away when he turns in his seat to face you.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you with a smile, “can I have your number?” You’re a little surprised at how shy he sounds, but you smile as you take his phone. 

“I just think it might be a little odd trying to play along with this, especially if we can’t even get ahold of each other.”

“You make a good point there, Winchester. But for the record, I would’ve given it to you anyway,” you smile fondly, phoning yourself from his phone, so that you have each other’s numbers, before handing it back.

“So… How long do you wanna play boyfriend and girlfriend?” you wonder aloud, noticing the way that he blushes and scratches at the back of his neck, before focusing back on you again.

Dean clears his throat and shifts closer to you.

“About that…” he trails off, and you feel a blanket of nervous confusion settle between the two of you.

“What about it?” you question nervously.

“Would you be okay if we stayed together, at least until I have to leave town, I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” before he can continue you cut him off, resting a hand on his thigh.

His eyes snap to yours, and you quickly pull your hand away and clear your throat.

“You don’t need to explain, Dean. Besides, it was my dumb ass that got us into this mess. It’s really the least I can do,” you smile genuinely, and an obvious moment passes between the two of you, a moment which is completely unexplainable. But there’s a knock on the window closest to you that pulls the two of you out of it.

You jump back harshly, your back practically slamming into Dean’s shoulder when someone leans against his car, and his head is already half way through the window.

“Damn, I almost didn’t believe it when Tiff told me you were seein’ some frigid bitch, Dean. You hit that yet?”

Dean growls, and you can feel him stiffen beside you as he wraps a protective arm around your waist, like he can shield you from Mark’s words. It’s actually really sweet of him.

“Maybe you should tell your girlfriend to mind her own fucking business, and you should do the same, Mark. Before I put you on your skinny little ass.” 

Mark lets out a deep boom of a laugh, and leans further into the car, his eyes sweeping over your body, clearly not taking Dean’s words seriously. It makes you feel nothing like Dean makes you feel when he looks at you, this guy makes your skin crawl and your stomach lurch.

“Shit, that’s gotta be one sweet pussy if she’s got you so whipped already.” 

Before Dean can speak, you sit up a little straighter, and glare at Mark. Feeling Dean stiffen behind you gives you the confidence you need to get these words out.

“Why don’t you tell your whore of a girlfriend to stop trying to fuck my man, it’s really kind of pathetic. He’s not interested,” you huff out, hardly able to stand looking at him, so you turn to face Dean who’s smirking right at you, and way closer than you’d first imagined.

Mark starts to grumble something behind the two of you, but neither of you are really listening, and you can’t stop staring at Dean as he cups your cheek in his big hand.

“What she said,” Dean agrees easily, his husky voice sending shivers up your spine. You let his thumb brush your bottom lip, “you’re even sexier than usual when you’re jealous,” he smirks confidently, leaning in a little closer.

You swallow thickly, your fingers just barely manage to wrap around his wrist.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, watching as his eyes flick down to your lips, and he licks his own. There are so many reasons this is a bad idea, but for the life of you you can’t currently think of any. 

Dean doesn’t even hesitate, before you can blink his lips are pressing against yours. The kiss is firm and his lips are so soft that you quickly lose yourself in the kiss, and you feel like your entire body is being drawn in by him. 

He pulls back all too soon. His eyes are lidded as he looks at you, and his hand moves from your jaw, to cup the back of your neck. His hands feel huge, as he tugs lightly at your hair and you gasp against his parted lips. 

“I s-should probably get going,” you whisper shakily, letting your fingers trace over the skin of his chest, where his shirt buttons are undone.

Neither of you even attempt to move, and before you think about it too much your lips are brushing against his again. He pulls you against him tightly and deepens the kiss, making you all but melt against him, and his hands remain firm against you as he effortlessly takes control of the kiss. You feel yourself edging closer, heart pounding in your ears and your head foggy, it takes everything you have to pull away from him, but you just about manage it. Looking up into his lidded eyes as you both pant hard, you swallow thickly and look over your shoulder, relieved to find that Mark has gone.

Dean cups your cheek when you turn back to him, his face the perfect picture of lust. 

“You should go in, sweetheart. Or I might change my mind about letting you go… but I’ll text you tonight, okay?” he rasps, pecking your lips.

You can feel yourself blushing as you nervously bite your lip. 

“What makes you think I want you to let me go?” you giggle as he leans in closer again, he’s so warm and smells incredible. 

“Oh trust me, if this had anything to do with what I want to do, you’d already be screaming my name,” Dean all but growls.

“Dean.” His name is a whisper on your lips, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears again.

Dean lets out a deep groan and shifts awkwardly in his seat.

“Shit, you don’t make it easy on a guy, sweetheart,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You live here by yourself?” he asks suddenly, nodding over to your house, clearly trying to change the subject.

You shake yourself from your heady daze, trying your best to concentrate on what he’s saying.  Clearing your throat you give him a small nod, unable to stop the smile from crossing your lips.

“At the minute, yeah. It’s usually me and my best friend, but she’s away visiting family this week. It’s good though, much closer to campus than my parents’ house,” you explain happily, remembering the way that she had told you to take advantage of the free house, but then you notice a strange look crossing his face.

“Sounds nice. I’ve never really had anywhere like this, my family didn’t really stay anywhere too long, not since my mom died. My dad has to travel a lot for work, and I’m learning the ropes, so I can take over one day.”

Your heart aches for him, and you have no idea how it’s even possible to feel this close to someone you’ve only known for a little over a month.

“I’m so sorry, Dean. It doesn’t sound like you’ve had much time to just be you. If you ever need to get away, I have no intention of moving any time soon, you’re welcome to stay here,” you tell him softly, resting a gentle hand on his arm, until he finally looks at you again.

“Thanks, sweetheart. That means more than you know, and I promise I’ll text you later. We can talk more then, okay?” 

You lean in close and press your lips against his, the kiss lingers a little, before you finally pull away and whisper against his lips, “I’ll be holding you to that, Dean.”

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bully anon 🚶. are u reading my mind? 👁️👄👁️ im literally writing a yandere!bully! bakugo x reader thing where he shares his darling w his crazy classmates 💅 also bakumomo 🤤

bnha: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x momo yaoyorozu

warnings:  humiliation, degradation, noncon touching, bj. bakugo n momo be meanies :'), fem reader

momo has a kick for seeing u suffer, she just loves when ur eyes get glossy & a  sacred, hopeless expression masks ur face. she gets such a power trip from it that even the slightest bit of guiltiness she feels from bullying u disappears.

but she knows she cant make u cry the way she wants u too. u r not that scared of her. too u, she is just another rich girl picking on u because it boosts their ego. u honestly couldnt care less about those types anymore. so she knows u wont submit to her so easily and thats when she goes to bakugo for help.

the both of them have great respect for eachother, he knows how extraordinary she is and vice versa but when momo asks him, “what do u think of her,” signalling to u, hes a little confused. hes always thought of u as the pathetic type, u did not hold much respect in his heart or mind. hed often forget about ur existence even but one thing he had wouldnt admit, ever was that he also found u hot. very attractive. sometimes, late at night he wud pump his cock to the thought of u. the way u stretched during warm ups, ur beautiful curves. the way ur perfect, little ass bent and jiggled during exercises. he dreamed of going up to u & grabbing a handful. the way ur tits bounced when u ran, everything clouded his mind during late nights when he tried to release pent up stress.

so when momo asked him the question he gave the most honest answer, “just another extra, too me,” momo seemed satisfied w his answer, “so, u dont care about her?” she asks & bakugo agrees. “well she pisses me off.”

the spite momo held in her tone made it hard to believe it was actually her speaking. she asks bakugo for his help. she promises him that he can do whatever he wants with u, whatever. he had said he didnt care about u, it should be easy for him to bully u. he agrees besides, who could say no to momo.

it starts of with usual teasing, hes calling u names, deeming u worthless & laughing when he sees u tear up from his harsh words. he feels amazing, like he is on top of the world. he bullies u pathetically, calling u out on ur insecurities & turning it into a laughing stock for others. while everyone is laughing at ur weak state, fortunately for u someone comes to ur rescue– momo stands up against bakugo acting as she is actually disgusted by his actions, acting as if she wasnt snickering along w the others.

she defends u but what she says just makes u cry even louder. she never outright denies his insults. he calls u a worthless, piece of shit with no real importance to the world. from momo, its never ‘dont listen to him, u are an amazing person y/n!’ but its always ‘bakugo–san, dont pick on others for things they cant change about themselves.” she also thinks u are worthless? guess so? everyone just laughs louder, they know what she is doing & so do u. u know u cant take this anymore, the humiliation brings tears to ur eyes and u can feel the dam break slowly.

u run to the bathroom not sparing a glance behind. u lock urself up in one of the stalls, crying ur pain away. not after long, a loud thud bangs against the door w a crude voice following the tune, “oi, i know ure in there!” bakugo screams, his repeated banging on the door never stopping, “open up!” he continues but u dont listen to him instead putting ur hands over ur ears, trying to block out the sound of his loud cries.

u keep at it for as long as bakugo stands outside the door until u hear an explosion go off & the next thing is he looking down at u ferociously. his glowing, red eyes gleam a powerful hatred making u tremble over the toilet seat. he pulls ur face up by ur hair before slapping u across the face. ur face stings when his hand connect to ur cheek, ur head falling to the opposite direction, ur breath uneven as tears pools down ur eyes.

“oi,” he tugs on ur hair again, ur scalp burning as he tugs on ur weak roots, “u think u can just run away?” u strain ur eyes, trying to look up at him through ur watery vision. “useless bitch,” his stare is intense. his vermilion eyes scan ur tear stained face and he feels himself get excited. the way u are seated would make u face his crotch if it werent for him holding u up by ur hair, “u are pathetic, u know?” he says it like its a question but u very well know hes serious. u only sob harder at his words, fat, salty tears rolling down ur cheeks, u pray to urself that he leaves u alone.

unfortunately for u, the whole scene just excites bakugo even further. he feels his jeans tighten as he starts to imagine u sucking him off. it was just like one of his fantasies only difference; u were here in real flesh & blood withering under him. he drops ur head & u quickly turn ur gaze to the floor, peering down at ur shoes. ur face drops as u hear bakugo unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper, u keep ur gaze focused to the floor not daring to look up.

what was he going to do? pee on u?

only when he calls out ur name u by mistakenly peep up. the sight u see is scandalous, he pumps his semi-hard cock in his fist slowly as he watches ur every move. ur eyes widen in terror when u hear him talk, “put it in ur mouth, bitch.” his order is absolute yet u dont listen to him. there was no way u were actually going to suck his dick, ur eyes fall back down on the floor as u drop ur head down, “no.” u whisper, ur voice timid. bakugo frowns, what makes u think u have a say in this.

“what do u mean no?” he asks voice on edge, “i-its rape.” ur answer comes out in a weak, broken cry which makes bakugo scoff, “how? im not even touching u.” u try to reason but bakugo is having none of it. growing impatient, he grabs ur head and pushes his cock into ur mouth, completely ignoring ur cries. “bite me and i will blow ur face off” its not an empty threat so u obey. it wasnt like u would be able to win against him anyway.

“suck on it, whore. im litreally asking u to do one single thing but u cant even do that?” bakugo is crude with his words, never missing any opportunity to talk u down. u start sucking on his cock, ur head bobbing & tongue swirling around his tip. he hisses in pleasure, this was so much better than his imagination.

“look at u go, guess the rumours are true afterall.” he laughs. u can feel him coming closer. his cock twitches in ur mouth as he bites his lips roughly, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. his cock hits the back of ur throat before he cums in ir mouth. hot, salty liquid shooting down ur throat making u feel nauseous. “guess sucking dick is the only thing u are good at,” he remarks letting go of ur face. and pulling his pants on. embarrassed, u turn ur face away from him sobbing softly as u wait for him to leave but he never does. instead he watches u cry.

“what are u doing?” another voice breaks in. momo stands outside the bathroom stall knocking on the wooden door. ur head turns to face bakugo in a flash as he goes unlock the door. u grab on his arm, pleading him to not open the door. u didnt want momo to see u in this state. bakugo stares at u before throwing a chasire grin as he opens the door.

more tears fall from ur eyes as u see momo waiting out, concern written all over her face. her fear only increases when she looks over ur broken form. “what happened in here?” she turns to bakugo but recieves no answer, “he raped me!” u scream & momo’s eyes widen. she turns to bakugo, giving him a genuine glare. she approaches u slowly, her hands rest on ur shoulder as she pushes ur face into her boobs while she rubs ur back with soothing circles. “what did he do?” u find it strange how bakugo hadnt left yet, he was technically exposed. what good could it do him? watching the girl whos mouth he just violated get pampered. u tell her about he shoved his dick down ur throat forcefully. u were not sure why she was being all nice to all of a sudden but it was comforting. u keep hugging momo as u cry about bakugo. he just clicks his tongue before getting to leave but momos suggestion holds him back, “why just her mouth?” momo pulls away from ur embrace, her hands now falling behind ur back as she captures ur wrists and bounds the away with ropes she had created. ur wrists adjust uncomfortably behind u. next, her hands reach out between ur legs, forcing them open.

“momo, what are u doing?” the false sense of security is gone as she flips over ur skirt displaying ur light pink panties to bakugo. u squirm around trying to get free of the ropes but its impossible. “didnt i tell u that u can do whatever u want w her?” ur face pales as she starts talking. “shes a virgin, u will have fun. im planning on recording it.” her nimble fingers play with ur clit over the fabric making u wet. “besides, look at her. dont tell me she doesnt want this.” her fingers vanish behind ur panties as she plays with ur holes, ur arousal sticking to her fingers deliciously.

bakugo looks at scene displayed before him and feels himself raging a hard–on again. he takes a good look at ur crying face wrecking u and filling u with his cum till the brim while momo records everything.