#do everything yourself or treat you like a fragile little porcelain doll

[99probalos]

walking around with my cane like Wow this is just like Mr. Plinkett

[citruswriter]

Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling

Listen in with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Warnings: Yandere, dark themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship.

A/N: Gonna give the turtles with different kinds of receptive darlings so be prepared for that. Mlem.

Leonardo x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Violence, blood, degrading, mentions of carving into Reader's flesh, begging, mentions of marking.

You feed into his ego so badly. Like it's gone so far that you wouldn't even be able to THINK about leaving at this point.

You lived by yourself in New York City. You were "strong & independent". But when Leo came in and started manipulating you to be his damsel in distress, you welcomed the advances.

Of course, you're not dumb. You knew exactly what he was doing. You could tell he was manipulating you, that he was utterly obsessed. But it felt so nice to have somebody fawn over you. To have somebody want to pamper you and do everything for you.

You'd take any chance you could to just pout or cry and fling yourself into his arms. You could tell it did wonders for his ego. The victorious grin, the glimmer in his eye.

Oh and he thought he was so slick too. He didn't realize what you were doing until one day he overheard you and April talking in the kitchen.

"(Y/N), you need to get out while you still can. Leo's utterly obsessed with you! You're so clueless but he's manipulating you." She said in a worried, hushed tone. He wasn't expecting your response.

"Oh I know full and well what he's doing." You replied with a giggle.

April stood gawking at you. "If you know then why don't you leave? You still have a chance to escape!" She said, trying desperately to reason with you.

"And why would I do that? You said it yourself, he's utterly obsessed with me! Try finding a man like that these days." You shot back, rolling your eyes.

"That's not what I mean and you know that. He treats you like this porcelain doll. He wants you to be his little... damsel in distress or something. Fully reliant on him". As much as April loved Leo, even she could see how unhinged he was with you.

"April I'm not stupid. I know exactly what he's doing. I'm letting him do it. It's so nice to be able to just turn off my brain and be his little fragile doll". You said with a little sigh and April shook her head.

"For fucks sake. You're just as obsessed as he is! You're both deranged!" She exclaimed before leaving.

"So you love turning your brain off around me, hm?" He'd question, startling you. You'd bite your lip and bat your eyelashes up at him. "Yea, and?"

The two of you become inseparable after that day. He demands you quit your job and move in and you do just that.

Everytime somebody tries to "save" you, you run and hide behind your lover, shouting about how they know nothing and that they're just jealous.

Since you're so compliant, he let's you wander around in the real world (but only at night) while he follows from a distance.

Heaven forbid somebody flirt with you.

It's not that they have to worry about Leo. Oh no they need to worry about you.

You love seeing Leo get angry and jealous. You're such a manipulative little shit.

You'll lead the poor lad on before coming back home and pouting, telling Leo that some guy tried to take you away from him. That it was so terrifying and you really thought that you were in danger.

Leo will come home, coated in blood, and all you'll do is giggle and kiss him.

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When he confronted you in the kitchen after your conversation with April, he had to restrain himself from taking you in the kitchen right then and there.

"You're a little minx, aren't you?" He growled out and you just brushed the palms of your hands over his plastron. "Not at all. I just enjoy being spoiled by you".

He took you to his room, slinging you over his shoulder, and fucked you til you were cockdumb.

You kept begging him to mark you, so everybody could know you were his. If you hadn't inflated his ego before, you certainly were now.

You love him fucking you after he's killed somebody for you. Seeing him come home all splattered in blood just gets you all hot n bothered.

Leo finds it amusing. He thinks it's so cute that his darling gets all horny from it. He can smell your arousal almost immediately as you eye him up and down.

You love just randomly straddling him and making out with him while you grind against him. Bonus points if he places his hands on your thighs.

He knows your body inside and out and you love it. Sometimes you'll be a brat on purpose just so he can remind you of that fact.

You also love it when he gets jealous. You might get your outside privileges revoked for a bit but you love flirting with other people just so he'll drag you back home and fuck you all night.

He'll make sure you remember who you belong to. He knows exactly what you're doing. Knows you did it on purpose just to piss him off.

He'll bully you and degrade you as he fucks you numb. "Such a slut aren't you? Could've just asked me to fuck you but you wanna be a whore instead. What do you think you're doing flirting with other men? You're mine, darling. Mine. I'll carve my name onto your skin if I have to. But you'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't you? You're such a slut for me".

Can and will make you scream his name until your throat goes hoarse.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Raphael x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, forced voyeurism, breeding, creampie, marking.

You love making him chase you. Cat and mouse is one of your favorite games apparently.

Raph isn't exactly one to manipulate. He's one to demand. You're his. No this is not up for debate.

The two of you were close buddies for months, courtesy of being April's roommate.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been crushing on him but you didn't exactly expect him to kidnap you.

So when you woke up in his bedroom all chained up with Raph stroking your hair, you were more than surprised.

You yelped in shock and tried to push him away in a panic. "Raphael what the actual fuck?! Couldn't you just ask me out like a normal fucking person?"

"No. I couldn't risk you rejecting me. You're mine. We clear?" He'd growl back, trying to assert dominance and intimidate you.

He's shocked when you pull a bobby pin out of your hair and start picking the locks of your chains free. "I would have said yes, fucking idiot". You'd reply with a roll of your eyes.

You guess living rent free isn't too bad. But eventually you get bored. You love Raph but gosh. There's nothing to do!

So you make a run for it. Raph's pissed, of course. How could you do this to him? Couldn't you just accept that you were his?

You managed to escape him for a solid three days, where he finds you in some random guy's apartment.

Raph wasted no time busting the door in and beating the living shit out of the other guy that no doubt touched his darling.

"Finally! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn't actually love me." You said with a pout, arms crossed.

Raph isn't taken off guard easily but here you were, doing exactly that to him.

"Wait... I thought you tried to escape?" He questioned, tone somewhere in between annoyed and confused.

"I didn't try. I did escape. Temporarily. But I wanted you to find me. Come on, the lair is so boring sometimes. I just decided to spice things up a little. I knew exactly what I was doing. I left a trail on purpose." You'd smirk over at him before demanding he pick you up like the spoiled brat you are.

Eventually he'd just chuckle and kiss you. "So you want to dance with danger, huh darling?" He'd question.

"Only if it's with you." You'd all but purr back.

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He'd fuck you in that apartment right then and there, he doesn't care if the guy he just beat is still alive and watching.

He loves it too. Every time you get bored and decide it's time for him to chase you, he'd fuck you in front of whichever poor fellow had fallen victim to your games this time.

"Bet you wish you could fuck them half as good, huh? Hate to break to you pal, but you'll never be able to fill them up like I can".

And as if to prove his point, he'd make you describe how good it felt. Poor lad would just sit there, crying and upset as you just babbled out how great he felt.

How full you were, how big he was, how great your body felt in that moment as you all but begged him to breed you and claim you as his all over again.

Angry sex is something you have a lot too. You're such a little shit. You love pissing him off just so he'll tie or chain you up and fuck you till your leaking with his cum.

Beg him to mark you and he'll be over the moon. Bite marks, scratches, bruises, all of them. If he wasn't obsessed beforehand, he is now.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Donatello x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Stalking, violence, blood, forced voyeurism, marking, begging, orgasm denial, somnophilia, Reader gets roofied, creampie, breeding, pregnancy mention.

Donatello is a master at manipulation.

Unfortunately for him, so are you.

Donnie denies his obsession for you at first. But as he finds himself stalking you more, putting tiny cameras in your apartment, putting a tracking device on you without your knowledge, the more he starts to realize that he's absolutely obsessed with you.

The first time he tries to manipulate or gaslight you you just turn your head to him in shock and confusion before laughing at him.

"Oh Donnie! Please! Don't think I don't realize what you're doing." You'd muse, making him curse internally.

"I don't know what you're talking about, (Y/N)." He'd say casually with a shrug of his shoulders. But he'd watch you as a mischievous smirk would crawl it's way onto your face.

"Oh you wanna play that game, huh? Alright. I'll humor you". You'd purr out.

The next several times Donnie would attempt to manipulate or gaslight you, you'd gently call it out. But that wasn't all. Oh no. You started doing it back.

It became almost like a game between the two of you to see who could successfully manipulate the other one first.

Unfortunately for you though, as patient as Donnie is, his patience isn't infinite. Especially after you make the fatal mistake of getting a partner.

You come to his lab the next day and he cages you against one of his tables, towering over you in a way that made your heart race.

"Enough of the games. You're mine, understand?". He'll growl out and you give that mischievous smirk once more.

"No I don't think I do. See, you took too long Donatello. Your loss. Sorry". You were doing this on purpose, he'd realize. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to go feral, to make those threats.

He'd chuckle and grab your chin, jerking your head up to look at him. "Oh you're cute if you think I'll take no for an answer, darling". He'll reply with, causing you to bite your lip and give him innocent doe eyes.

"Leave them or I'll kill them in front of you". He demanded and you just gave a sadistic giggle. "Promise?"

Poor guy didn't see the light of day ever again.

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True to his word, he didn't take no for an answer. When you went home, he snuck into your apartment.

You put on a real show. Really you did. You flirted with your partner, kissing their cheek and letting them feel you up.

They went to kiss you on the mouth but Donnie ripped them away from you, picking them up by the throat and tossing them to the ground.

Your partner would find no solace in you however. They'd beg you for help but all you did was stand there giggling as Donnie beat them.

But Donnie wouldn't kill them. Oh no. He had other plans. He'd bend you over the counter and fuck you in front of your poor partner. Drilling into you from behind as your partner just laid in a pool of their own blood, sobbing from the pain.

He'd fuck you until you were almost over the edge before stopping, making you sob and beg for him to keep going. He'd grip your hips til they bruised, relishing the sound of your pleads.

"Who do you belong to, hm? Say it. Say you're mine, and I'll give you anything you want." He'd softly demand, tugging at your hair to pull your head back so he could nuzzle your neck and breath your intoxicating scent in.

"Y-You. I belong to you Donnie. Only you. I'm all yours, Donnie. Please. Please let me cum on your cock. Please Donnie I need it." You'd all but babble out, causing Donnie to chuckle condescendingly down at you.

"Good pet. You're mine". Is all he'd coo out before fucking your wet hole once more until you finally came on him, a whine being ripped from your throat as he fucked you through your orgasm until he finally came himself.

Donnie loves marking you, especially with bruises.

He also loves hearing you beg as he slings your legs over his shoulders and makes you squirm and sob in a way that only he can.

We already head canon this man as being a somnophile but it's so much worse if he's a yandere. Mans will legit roofie you just so he can fuck your unconscious body for several rounds. The only evidence upon waking up being his cum that's slick against your thighs.

If it's possible for him to get you pregnant, he absolutely will. Get you full and round with his babies. Now you can never leave him.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Mikey x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Bondage, begging, marking, exhibitionism, pregnancy mention, breeding.

Mikey is probably the "best" yandere to have. He's super fun loving and laid back.

Unfortunately for the world, you're a little sadist.

You two are an absolute power couple and you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

Ya'll both love talking shit too.

This man will literally hold you with one arm in such a way that you might as well be the angel sitting on his shoulder.

You'll lean in and whisper gossip into his ear with a sadistic smirk and he'll just smirk back at you, maybe chide you for being mean, but kiss you none the less and tell you that he loves how your mind works.

Believe it or not, you were the one that asked him out. He was ecstatic when his darling was the one to make the first move. He was even more so when it quickly became clear that you were just as crazy obsessed as he was.

The two of you are an unstoppable force and it's almost impossible to see one of you without the other being close behind.

The two of you are so clingy with each other, always touching or intertwined in some way.

You bring out a darker side to Mikey. The way your twisted mind indulges and encourages those darker yandere thoughts in him is so dangerous but so delicious.

He's also super possessive. Don't get me wrong, he'll give you your space and he knows you'll never leave him but boy oh boy does he love making it known that you're his. That there's no escaping him. That he's your forever home now.

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Another darling that loves to play cat and mouse. You love making him chase you through the sewer until he finds you and traps you.

He'll drag you back and tie you up with rope and you'll just beg him to let you go with a bite of your lip.

"Please Mikey? Please? I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good. Please baby? I'll do anything. Anything for you." He knows you'd never actually run away but chasing you and then tying you up while you beg to be let go just does something to him.

He'll fuck you long and hard after that. Marking you and demanding that you tell him who you belong to.

He's such an exhibitionist too. If he can fuck you in public, he will. In the living room under a blanket? Done. In the alleyway a little to close to where a car's headlights could illuminate the two of you? Give them a story to tell their friends.

Another one that would absolutely get you pregnant if he could. He enjoys the thought of seeing you waddling around with a full pregnant baby after he worked so hard breeding you.

Like the little shit you are, you love fucking around and finding out. And by that I mean you allow others to flirt with you all the time.

A man comes up to you and says you're sexy? Oh you'll let him prattle his head off all the while your eyes will slink over to where you know Mikey is and smirk.

Mikey, hidden away from all but you, will run his tongue over his teeth and chuckle at your antics.

And when you get home? This man his stuffing you full and bullying your cervix.

"You're such a slut. You know that? If you wanted my attention, you coulda just asked instead of letting that man eye fuck you." He'll degrade you but you're such a brat

"But there's no fun in thaaaaaat." You'd whine out with a pout, crying out as he'd angle your hips to abuse that spongy spot within your velvet walls.

"You're so fucking needy. So fucking thirsty for me. Fuck, I love it so much. Love you so much".

*aggressive giggling* I enjoyed writing this way too much. Might extend them into their own full on one-shots. Maybe not Leo's though... I'm so fucking bad at writing Leo. *sobs*

[lushaletta]

hide with me / james potter

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of mental health/anxiety, reader has a panic attack

summary: poorly written drabble in which you have awful anxiety and a lovely james.

a/n: i feel like this feels unfinished i’m so sorry… i clearly lost steam by the end but i hope you all like it! i am such a sucker for some james

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It feels like the world is caving in on you. The ceiling is about to fall down and crush you under its weight.

The voices of those around have all mixed and faded into each other into a jumble of noise. You don’t quite know what Lily is saying, not even sure what Marlene is doing; you can hardly see anything.

A laughable attempt at taking a breath has you panicking more and you stumble out of Alice’s living room and onto her front patio as hot, salty tears sting your face.

The reason as to why you’re suddenly in this state has you confused. One moment, you’re fine and the next, you’re in full breakdown mode.

Fresh air. That’s usually all you need. You let the scent of pine fill your lungs, grounding yourself on the railing. You’re fine, you try to repeat to yourself. You’re fine.

“Hey,” a voice calls out. You whip around and spot a head of dark curls and pretty hazel eyes.

Him. You don’t know whether you’re happy or sad about his presence. There’s a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and he looks gorgeous as ever.

You’ve liked James a long time. Much too long. He’s liked Lily for longer.

You’re sure he knows about your feelings, you’d done a poor job at keeping them secret, and you’d be surprised if at this point he was unaware.

Remus knows because you’d confided in him first. He was sweet about it, stroking your hair and whispering kind words in your ear. Sirius knows from the “powers of deduction”, as he likes to call it.

“Hi,” he says, putting the cig between his fingers, flicking the ash off.

“Hi,” you reply, a little breathless.

He walks over to you, assessing your state. “Are you alright?”

He’s always been awfully caring. It’s half the reason you like him more than what’s healthy.

James knows your ins and outs. Your family history, all your favourite movies, how many freckles you have. He’s committed every part of you to memory.

He treats you like you’re fragile, like a porcelain doll. As if you’d break when dropped.

Maybe it’s self-righteousness. Maybe he’s doing it out of pity. Though, in this moment, it feels anything but.

“Just fine,” you whisper, staring at him so deeply it’s embarrassing.

“You ran off.”

You laugh a humourless laugh. “Did I?”

James nods, looking like he’s inspecting you. It makes you feel a little self-conscious.

A smile creeps across your face. It’s really only to conceal the awkwardness. “What?”

“I think we’re past the point of pretending everything is alright when it isn’t,” he says, matter-of-factly. “Will you tell me what happened?”

The bluntness of his words makes you nervous. He’s not typically so forward.

“I was overwhelmed.”

His arms lace around your shoulders. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay, let’s go, then,” he says, decidedly.

It’s a tempting offer. Being dragged away from all the noise and instead spending the night with James, but you don’t want to disrupt his evening with your feelings. He likes these people. He’s comfortable with them. He’s not like you, you say to yourself.

“No. I’m fine, James, really. Please don’t worry yourself.”

“I was kind of getting tired anyway. We can grab food and you can sleep at my place for the night, hm?” he insists, putting out his cig.

He’s doing it again. That thing where he’s just being so considerate and kind to the point that it bothers you.

“I..” you trail off, looking at the stars instead of his eyes. They’re both really beautiful.

“I’d like for you to come with me, sweetheart. Let’s get away. Just for a bit,” he tries again, gently tilting your face towards his.

You’re going to come with him. You were going to the first time he asked, no matter what, but you need to hear that he wants it.

You crack a smile. “Okay.”

Before midnight, you’re in his car. It’s a bit beaten up and the engine takes a couple of tries before it starts, but it’s a charming vehicle. He’s ordering fries for you, doing all the talking you’re so hesitant to.

There are muffled voices over the speaker. “Just a moment.” James turns to you. “Want a coke, baby?”

You nod, tapping your fingers on the window and fumbling with the button of your seatbelt.

He hands you a paper bag.

“Thank you, James. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me instead of with Lily at the gathering.”

His face contorts into a look of slight confusion as he grabs a fry from your hand. “Why would I want to be with Lily?” It’s not that he doesn’t want to hang out with Lily, it’s just that you could’ve asked about Sirius or Remus or even Frank.

“I mean, you like her, don’t you?” you say, voice quivering. Afraid of the answer.

“She’s a nice girl.” It’s not a no. You’re crushed. You nod your head like you’re unsurprised.

A forced smile makes its way onto your lips. “You two would look good together,” you say, hushed.

His brow quirks. “What? No.” It comes out a little sharp, and he immediately softens. “No, it’s not like that. Sorry.”

“Oh.” You hate yourself for it, but you feel your body immediately relax in relief.

Now he’s the uneasy one. His fingers are tapping on the steering wheel and he’s clearly purposely avoiding your gaze.

“Listen—“

“—I’m sorry,” you cut him off. “Sorry, you first.”

The car comes to a stop at some dark parking lot. James turns to face you. “What are you apologising for?”

Even you’re not too sure. It’s a mix of a few things; Lily, forcing him to stay with you, your anxiety, interrupting him, even. A general apology for your.. you-ness.

“All this. I just want you to be happy, James. I’m really sorry for always making you do this. Comfort me whenever I’m overwhelmed like that.”

He blinks. “I’m happy when I’m with you, sweetheart. Why don’t you understand that I enjoy doing this? I love when we escape from those dumb gatherings and do shit like this. I love it. I love you, damn it.”

Your heart drops. No, it stops. He had to be drunk. He was driving under the influence, surely. A crime. That’s a felony. Your head was absolutely spinning.

You don’t know what to do but stare blankly at him as his face asks you to just say something.

“What?”

“I love you! I don’t even know where you got that whole Lily thing. I love you! It’s always been you!”

Well, shit.

You lower your voice to a whisper. “So do something about it, Potter.”

And he does.

[arminsgffr]

Smoking by the window

Armin x reader

Disclaimer: reader smokes, actually don’t know if vaping is considered smoking, but you get what I mean. modern au, idk

I wanted to portrait how Armin doesn’t want people to kind of idealize him as this pure boy, who is not able to even kill a mosquito. Who doesn’t ever do bad things on purpose. And how he wants to be abke to be the protector and not the protected.

This is my first post. English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if there’s any misspelling. Hope you enjoy!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The universe is so big. We’re basically nothing. Little stupid things. Minuscule. It’s kind of a triggering thought, to know you don’t really matter, and that it doesn’t really matter what you do in this world. But then, you can use it as an excuse to do whatever you want, right?

Smoking by the window is a thing now. A thing that I do when I’m overwhelmed, or numb, or bored, or… existing. Even now, that Armin is asleep beside me, I couldn’t help the desire of taking out my vape and use it. It’s two in the morning, the perfect hour. That feeling of nothingness emerged so suddenly, I’m starting to like it at this point. The vapor coming out of my lips is pretty. I look down my side, Armin’s prettier. He looks so peaceful, relaxed. I can’t believe he ended up with someone like me. Someone with a lost future, when he has such a bright one. I inhale, again and again, till getting a little dizzy. I actually have grown really fond of the feeling.

— Honey…? — I hear Armin say, sleepy. He’s trying to open his eyes. — What time is it? —

He sited on the bed, with his beautiful eyes not fully open, tired back, looking at me with a confused face, trying to figure out what was happening. He looked really cute.

— Oh, shit, sorry. Did I wake you up? — I said in a low voice.

— Not exactly… — He made a pause. — What are you doing? —

—Just vaping a little bit, I was about to go back to sleep, anyway. —

He giggled, more awake. — We both know that’s not true. — he said, with that expression he made when he was saying something ‘obvious’. I just smiled at him. — Can I try? —

— What? — I said a little shoked.

He let out a little, soft laugh. — Can I try? — He repeat it, slowly, pointing at the vape in my hands.

— Are you sure? I don’t really want you to, I got to be honest. What if you like it? — I said with a worried tone.

— What if I like it? — He thought there was really nothing totally wrong. Well, maybe he did, I can’t speak for him.

— I don’t want you to like it. —

He didn’t reply, he just left silence. I could tell he was thinking. I get why he would want to try, but no. He can’t go down that path.

— You treat me like I’m a fragile… pure thing. I’m not. I’m a person. — The golden like hair boy said.

— Yeah, and as a person, I don’t want to fuck up yourself. You know I’m not the best influence. —

— Fine. But really, don’t treat me like I don’t do anything wrong, and like you’re gonna spoil me. —

— But, what if I do? — I really resented having such a screwed life.

— Honey…— He got closer to me, taking me in he’s arms. — You won’t, I promise. I love you. —

— I love you more. — I said, looking at him.

We just stayed like that a little longer. I was falling asleep, when he realized and laid my head down, still hugging me. He took the vape from my hands and put it in the nightstand. He was so warm and comfortable to hug. He moved me closer to him, while resting his head, softly, on top of mine. He was holding me like a porcelain doll, with al the caring and welcomeness of the world. Like I was he’s most precious treasure, but still a person to care about.

— You are the one who deserves to be treated like a fragile, not thing. I want to be the one that looks after you and protects you. Please let me. — He said, softly and loving. I just hugged him tighter and, indeed, let him. And for a moment. For that moment, everything stopped feeling so meaningless. Instead of knowing we were all stupid nothings, I genuinely believed that it was just Armin and me in all universe. And that I wasn’t that meaningless either. I was something in Armin’s life, apparently. So I’m gonna make sure I’m a good something for him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A really short thingy, but I guess is not that bad for being the first one shot. Anyway, hope you liked it :)

[likeastarstar]

No Angel - Yoongi

(A/N: this one's a little more complicated...not a cookie cutter relationship- slightly toxic, very morally grey. feedback is appreciated!!)

"I hate you."

You sighed, a satisfied little smirk gracing your lips, "Yeah, okay- whatever."

"No seriously, I'm not doing this," Yoongi snapped.

You narrowed your eyes, lifting yourself from your place on the couch. He was just standing there, coat still on, body angled halfway towards you, halfway towards the door. Which one would he choose?

You couldn't really blame him for being like this, for hating you.

The two of you were bad for each other- two neutral properties that became corrosive when put together. Still, though. You couldn't help yourself.

"Then why aren't you leaving?" You asked, walking towards him until your chests touched.

He was breathing heavy, looking down at you with a mix of contempt and lust that had your mouth watering.

"I-" He started, stopping himself. He shook his head in disbelief, unable to take his eyes off of you, "Why do you do this to me?"

You laughed, peering up at him with innocent eyes, "Put your arms around me. Tell me I'm the problem."

"You are the problem," He scoffed, strong arms looping around your waist and pulling you against him.

His body was burning hot against yours and you could feel his firm muscles through his clothes, pushing into you as his leg slipped between yours.

"Yeah, sure. I'm the evil temptress and you're so helpless. I tricked you into wanting me so badly," You snarked sarcastically. "Lured you in with a soft, pretty face- turns out I'm some corrupted bitch you didn't want."

"You're just so...." He hissed, hands gripping your hips tightly as he walked you backwards, slamming you into the wall, "Frustrating."

You grinned up at him haughtily, dragging his face down towards you by the collar of his shirt, "I'm complicated, baby- just say it. You think you could be with just a pretty face? No way, you like the trouble- admit it, that's why you can't walk out that door."

Yoongi frowned, eyes boring into yours for a fraction of a second before kissing you. His lips gashed against yours with a fierce want, making you moan and wrap your arms around his neck more tightly.

You bit down on his lip and liked it when he grunted in surprise, his hands on you loosening for a moment. You took advantage of it, pushing him off of you and grabbing his hand instead, dragging him by it towards his bedroom.

"I shouldn't be doing this," Yoongi muttered, but you could hear him unzipping his pants so it didn't matter.

You peered over your shoulder at him, blinking blankly while he reached out, pushing your sweater off of your shoulder. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he pressed a kiss to your newly exposed skin.

"Maybe I'm not the girl you wanted but I am the one you needed," You hissed, "The one you deserve."

He stared down at you blankly before sighing, releasing all the tension in his body at once.

"I know you're not evil," He noted softly, everything about him melting into you.

You hummed in response, letting him turn you in his arms. You suddenly felt more exposed than ever, tracking him with suspicious eyes as he undressed you carefully, with all the delicacy in the world. He treated you like a doll- a fragile, stain glass structure requiring love and attention.

He practically glowed against you, porcelain skin radiating onto you like moonlight. His cheeks were flushed pink, glossy eyes peering up at you with an unreadable expression, "I'm no angel either."

Maybe not in the most literal sense but you loved him like he was anyway- he was your angel, the singular most pure thing in your entire life and you almost ruined it with your own complications. You knew you shouldn't but you couldn't help it- you couldn't bare being apart from him.

And you were trying to be more honest- love him in the simple sort of way that a boy and a girl deserved.

Yoongi laid you down on the bed softly, shedding his shirt off of his back before climbing over you. His arms caged you in, unable to escape the weight of his gaze.

"You drive me fucking crazy," Yoongi sighed, kissing you again- this time softer, gentler.

His kiss moved down to your neck, sucking blush tones and bruises onto the thin skin, making you moan out softly.

"I know," You breathed, "But would you rather we be indifferent towards each other? We're not like other people- so passive, so dull."

You felt his wet mouth wrap around your nipple and suck, back arching up into him instinctively. His hair was begging to be pulled so you obliged, slipping your fingers through the long raven locks and scraping your nails against this scalp.

"I can tell you mood from the way you breathe- I call you out on your bullshit because no one else will, you're no angel either and I like it that way, can't you see?"

He didn't respond, instead taking that moment to push his hand down your panties and play with your pussy.

His plush pink lips parted in lust, plunging a finger into your wet hole just as his tongue licked at the seams of his mouth. Yoongi was determined to ignore your words, jaw set harsh and sharp as his fingers continued their attack on your pleasure center, thumb pressing into your clit. You refused to be swayed, tightening your grip on his hair and forcing him to look up at you.

"I know your darkest secrets and love you even more than who I thought you were before," You insisted, "Don't you want that?"

He looked up at you and for the first time- you couldn't read his mind. His catlike eyes were blank, dark holes boring into yours while one question played on repeat in your mind-

Didn't he want that?

masterlist.

[kiame-sama]

You made me fall in love with Yandere more, it's all just fascinating. Since your questions are open, I'd love to see Illumi or Chilli with a clumsy darling. Like, she is accident prone, always injuring herself, etc. I wonder how they would react with such fragility? Thanks! Have a wonderful day! :D

Illumi:

- He is to some degree frustrated that it is so easy for you to be injured, but that only fuels his yandere behavior in wanting to keep you safe. Clearly you cannot be left on your own for any amount of time without hurting yourself, so he will be quite content to constantly have you by his side. Privacy? Don't know her.

- He will lightly scold you for getting hurt again but he will do what he can to patch you up and make sure you stay with him more.

- He started off barely able to put a bandage on you given the fact he's never really needed to patch himself or someone else up. He will get better as time goes on until he is able to set bones, sew wounds, and even triage trauma. You somehow made this man into the best damn doctor to ever live just because you had such a tendency to accidents and he wanted to be prepared to help you. Was it overkill to get an Medical Degree? Yes. Does Illumi care? No.

- He will be so overbearing and obnoxious about things once he learns how to take care of you. Not a single bruise or bump will go unnoticed because he can and will check every chance he gets. Is it annoying to be treated like a fragile porcelain doll? Yup. Will Illumi still do it? Yeah.

- You have proven to him you cannot be trusted to do things on your own so he will ensure to do as much as he can for you. He will follow you like a puppy and no he will never stop.

Chrollo:

- If he needs to wrap you up in bubble wrap, he will without hesitation. Do not test this man. He is one of the MOST WANTED men on the planet and he knows you are the primary target for anyone looking to get to him. Nothing can be simply considered an accident or clumsiness when it comes to you being harmed in any capacity.

- He will seek out any Nen ability he can find that will help him keep an eye on you. If he needs to handcuff you to him, he will. Nothing is too extreme when it comes to him keeping you safe. Nothing.

- Honestly, you may start to feel that he is treating you like a clumsy time-bomb that can't ever be trusted, and he will admit to seeing you as such. If you are a danger to yourself, he will do everything in his power to prevent any such 'accidents' from occurring. Knives? Something to hurt yourself with. Scissors? Honestly, he wouldn't even let you use the safety-scissors little kids get. He doesn't care what it will take, he is keeping you safe.

[lolita-lollipop]

Can you do a yandere platonic villain deku headconnons pls

YANDERE VILLAIN DEKU X READER HEADCANNONS

-growing up, you idolized heros, always wanted to be one yourself, of Course there were just so many complications with your quirk, considering the fact that it didn’t exist. out of all people, you were the quirk less one. That doesn’t make you any less admiring towards the entire hero community, and it sure doesnt stop people form your class bullying you to no end.

-he meets you under special circumstances, a girl from your middle school class had set your notebook on fire, and thrown it out the window, where he was standing. He picked the little thing up, reading a few contents of the pages, in some places there were little entries about a young girls day, or about how her quirk wasn’t developing, or just logs on different heros, it reminded him so much of himself when he was younger, usually he terminated anything that reminded him of his last life, but this was different, he just couldn’t bring himself to throw this thing back into the the water, especially when a young girl came running out, looking for it.

- you’d come over asked him if you’d seen it, the innocent look in your eyes, that sparkle of curiosity, you were just this little butterfly, he could crush you in a second, but he wouldn’t, as their wings are too precious. You’re just… perfect, in every aspect. He’ll hand the journal back to you, telling you to be more careful, in a much softer tone than he would use with any of his underlings, patting you into he shoulder, he noticed the small wince you’d given, a if there was a bruise there.

-and so he decides to look into you, you are just like he was, and he was taken advantage of, he was broken beyond repair, he was turned into what he is today because of society and their shitty ideals. He needs to protect you from that, he doesn’t really understand why he feels like it, but he just does, he couldn’t have that happening to you, he would never let that happen to someone else willingly. It doesn’t hurt that you are just so cute!

-he just kind of spy’s on you, always looking out for you, or having someone else do it while he’s dealing with business, he would never involve you in his private business life… never. You’ll see him pop up in the area, coincidentally running into you constantly, eventually the two of you see eachother so much that you just have to know his name, and is he’ll tell it to you.

“Oh, I’m deku! And you are?”

-Then it’ll become a little creepy how much you see him, and how much he knows about you, and how he treats you like some fragile little porcelain doll, a little thing that he could break any second. He scares away all the bullies, if he sees them try and land a hit on you, or even just make a snarky remark about your lack of a quirk, he’ll be paying a very special visit to their homes that night… its a promise

-he unknowingly bellittles you, acting like you can’t do some thing because you’re too small, or someone might hurt you, or you might hurt yourself, just any excuse possible. He doesn’t even realize he does it either, it jsut happens naturally.

-I can see him being the type to want you to have a restart, he can sure give it, being that the all for one quirk was passed down to him. No bullying, no disappointment, just happiness, he wants you To be happy, have a quirk that you love, and have a life with him, one where he can keep you safe, where he can protect you.

-hell always lecture you a bit about liking heros so much, saying that “you can’t rely on them for everything” of course he gets a bit jealous when you gush about them to him, but he also won’t take it too far with you, he doesn’t want to make you feel like your feeling are incompetent or annoying! He’s just silently summing them up, and practically laughing when you talk about his old “friend” bakugo, or ground zero.

-in general, he’s just a softy for you, you could ask if you could put hello kitty stickers on his face and he would comply, if anyone in his league were to ask that they would be dead, no hesitation.

Kidnapping:

-he definintly kidnaps you at some point, there’s no scenario where he doenst, he’s a villain for gods sake! Of course he does!

-he’s just walking by your school, once again looking through your window, and watching the light yellow notebook that belongs to you, fly out the window, smoking. He’ll go to pick it up, than realize the adorable contents in the page, it’s about him! You have a page just for him! It has a few little things here and there, a drawing of him, and an info box, where you write about how nice you think he is! His heart is literally melting, he just has to have you, how could someone so precious as you be out here in this cruel world? Not on his watch.

-he stole a quirk not too long ago that comes in handy here, so when you come running out of the school building, tears running down your face, you’d see him and wave, asking the same question you did when the two of you first met, and before you know it, you have two fingers pressed against your temple, and your falling straight into his chest, fully unconscious. Hell swoop you off your feet with a coo, and hold you tight to him, then make his way back to his home.

Treatment:

-from the movement you wake up, you are coddled and loved in like a little child, as you’ve probably seen from the show, he’s a very sweet person to people he likes, and he REALLY likes you, so expect maximum amount of love.

-he actually gave you a quirk, a small one that doesn’t really do much, but a quirk either way, which is very exiting for a young girl who never could develop one. You can make small plants grow, butterfly’s love you, he’ll give you little potted flowers or strawberries for you to nurse and grow, let me tell you, when they’re fully adult and ready to plant in the ground, he’s so proud of you, just littering you fav win kisses and telling you “how amazing you are”.

-he knows what he’s doing, he did take care of a small child when he was much younger, and his mother lives in the same house as you two, so he always has her to help. He is a very overbearing yandere, not in the sense that you can’t do anything, just that when you want to do something, he is always two feet away to watch you do it. You are never, ever alone. Wether you’re sitting in his lap drawing a picture of the flowers you grew today while he watches, or sleeping on the couch with a stuffed animal he had gifted you while one of his underlings film it, he’s always there.

-your daily attire consists of many trademark “cutesy” items, a lot of frilly lace, or poofy layers, but all the stuff is actually comfortable, and not too hot. Sometimes when he feels like it, you’ll be dressed in one of his t shirts and a pair of fabric shorts, the fabric totally envelopes your figure, being that he’s like 6’5. He just won’t stop staring at you, and telling you how cute you look.

-he’s rich, and even then he’s a villain, so if he wants something he’s gets it. So it is very safe to say everything you want (within reason, freedom is not an option) is already at your beck and call. You can have a phone, but you don’t really get privacy, you can’t call anyone or text anyone other than him or his mom, and your apps are limited to a few games and kids Netflix, but he checks it every day, and you have to be around him or one of his members when using it.

(Expect many “how are you doing baby?” Texts and calls from him all the time)

-there are no sharp corners or sharp things in paces where you can reach, all of them are rounded, he told you it’s because he doesn’t want you to get hurt when he’s not watching. Also, he’s very tall, so practically everything in this section of the house is raised high, so you can barely reach anything either way without a step stool, he thinks it’s so cute when you have to shyly ask him to help you up into your chair at the table.

-you are treated somewhat like a daughter, with an extremely overprotective father. He actually won’t go too far past your comfort zone though, so you have the ability to really express if something is making you uncomfortable he just wants you to be happy, so some things can go. Like the scary guards posted at every doorway who would never talk to you.

-if you tell him you don’t want to be here anymore, he’ll go a little coo coo, and tell you that you aren’t safe out there, and why you are too precious and little to be out in a world full of hungry wolves, it scares you that he’s not crying, or making any expression, just saying this stuff as of it’s normal. Hell act like nothing happened and go back to cuddling with you in a second.

-if you learn to accept it, you wil enjoy your life quite a lot here, it’s very peaceful and overall,happy. You just have to ignore the constant attempt at making you feel younger than you actually are.

Punishment:

-again, he’s super soft, so a punishment with him really isn’t a punishment at all, you would have to do something pretty bad to initiate a punishment, and you really don’t have the ability to do something THAT bad, so for the most part, you’re just safe from punishments as a whole.

-in the rare occasion where it does happen, you really get treated like a fussing child, he won’t scream or yell at you, instead picking you right up off your feet and into his arms, where he’ll just hold you for the rest of the day, you thought being a few feet away from him was annoying? Try to have the space in between completely crushed, he talks and mutters to you about stuff all day, it just gets so boring with nothing to do but listen, eventually you just fall asleep.

-it’s either that, or him not letting you go outside for a month, but this is the “bad” punishment, so it’s very unlikely you would ever get it. Going outside is like a routine for you now, you’re obsessed with being in the garden now that you have a quirk that goes with it, so it would be absolutely dreadful to have that taken away.

Cuddles:

-as you could probably guess, he loves cuddles, loves em. he just loves holding onto you as you lean into him for warmth, snuggling closer to him. He’s busy a lot, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time for some good old cuddles. He’ll have a laptop on his desk, with you sitting directly on his lap, your arms wrapped around his torso, headphone in your ears playing some soft lullaby in piano so you can’t hear what he’s saying on the phone, you’re pretty much half asleep.

-if the two of you are laying down, you’ll find yourself laying ontop of him, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, this way if you fall asleep, you won’t squirm away. You’ll listen to the sound of his heartbeat, and he’ll stroke your back in slow circles, it’s just a super duper calm cuddle sesh.

Overprotective:

*I felt the need to make a small table for this because it needs to be elaborated

-if anyone so much as has their eyes on you for too long, they’re out on his target list, and he will personally end them, he thinks everything through, planning out just how much pain this person has to endure before they die.

-you talked to someone other than him or his mom? Who? Since he videos pretty much every aspect of your day, he came I’ll flip through all the clips to find the exact moment you exchanged conversation with another person, and yet again, someone’s getting fired, and dead.

-he makes it seem so normal too, like nothing ever happened, you won’t even notice the disperse crowd of a few guards, or some of the members in his league.

*bonus:

-you might notice I mention mama inko throughout this, and that’s because she’s very involved in your “new life”. She’s a female, and she knows how uncomfortable it would make you to have a guy bathing you and dressing you, so she does it instead! She helps her son understand your feelings, especially when you get a little fussy that you were taken here against your will.

-she also is the one to go out and buy you flowers to grow, always getting the ones you pay more attention to, she can tell when they’re your favorite, she just can. King story short, you don’t only have a platonic yandere deku father, you got a grandma inko.

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Again, sorry it was so long.

Thank you for requesting, it was very fun to write!

Have a great day today anon! Goodbye!

[anythingbutmar]

The girl next door

Ben Hargreeves x reader

Summary: Everyone saw you as the sweet girl next door, but Ben knew better, and he was determined to find your dark secrets.

Prompt: 25. “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s handcuffs and gags.”

A/N: My first Ben fic! Yay! For the sake of the plot (and my poor little heart) Ben is alive here!

Warnings: smut

“There she is again.” Ben pointed towards you, making his siblings roll their eyes. “I just know there has to be something dark about her! She can’t be perfect.”

“Maybe you just have a crush on her.” Luther mocked him as he sat besides him on the sidewalk.

“Maybe you should go talk to her, that way you’ll see she’s just a sweet girl.” Allison followed.

“You know guys, I actually think Ben might be right on this one. She may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s handcuffs and gags.” Klaus now seemed oddly interested as the others snorted, eating their donuts.

“Let’s bet on it!” Diego exclaimed excitedly, ever the competitive child. “If Ben’s right, we’ll have to do his and Klaus’s laundry for a month and viceversa. Vanya’s, with us too, right?”

“I guess... I do think Y/N is just an ordinary girl.”

“Alright, I’m going in then.” Ben finished his donut and crossed the street, determined to win.

-

“I don’t get why you’re so damn worried!” Two weeks had passed and even though Ben had gotten close to you, he couldn’t seem to find anything odd about you, it was truly unbelievable.

“We only have half a week before summer’s over, have you seen Luther’s laundry pile? Have you smelled it? It truly is something to worry about!” Ben paced around his room, thinking about a way to win.

“You’re just mad that Y/N can’t fulfill your dark fantasies.” Said Klaus, who couldn't care less about that stupid bet.

“What fantasies?” The two boys got startled at your voice coming from Ben’s window. You laughed as you climbed inside and landed on the bed, right next to Klaus, who just waved at you.

“Nothing, really, you know how he is.” Ben rolled his eyes and pushed his brother towards the door, closing it behind him. “Klaus just thinks you have a dark side to yourself, that’s all.”

“Well I can’t say I do Benny.” You smirked, knowing about it all along. “Do you?” At first, it had seemed quite funny that the siblings hadn’t noticed just how loud they were when they were talking about you that day. You weren’t offended by Ben’s comments but you desperately wanted him to lose that bet, even if he was right; after all, you had a reputation to keep. Lately, though, you realized that playing with him would be much more fun than watching him do some laundry.

“Do I what?” He asked nervously, clearly shocked by your interest on the subject.

“Do you have a dark side?” You gave him your best puppy eyes as you fought back laughter. He truly looked confused.

“I mean, maybe? I’m not really sure about it.”

“You know you can tell me everything, silly, I might understand you!” You stated with a cheerful tone.

“I don’t think you can.” He thought to himself, Klaus was the only one who knew about his sexual fantasies. The reason? Apparently he talked in his sleep. But you surely would run away from him if you knew he pictured you wearing black lacy underwear, giving him orders with your hand around his neck.

“Come on! What does dark even mean? I think everyone has secrets, some are just better at hiding it and that’s why they say it’s dark.” You pushed further, you just needed him to give in first before revealing your true nature.

“Oh really, Y/N? So you think it’s normal to enjoy pain? Isn’t it dark to want to give your entire control to someone else?” He finally exploded. Perfect.

“Oh my sweet Benny Boo.” You pouted as you stood from the bed and leaned towards him. “I do think it’s perfectly normal. In fact, I think we might have much more in common than you think we do.” You purred, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you.

“W-we do?”

“Yeah, we do. I think you’re about to win that bet.” You finished before pushing him against the door and kissing him roughly. You bit his lip and he whimpered against you, which allowed your tongue to explore his mouth freely. Filling him with pleasure and surprise.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, gasping for air as you finally split.

“You think I don’t know about that silly little thing you got going on? I’ve decided to let you win, but I might have to punish you for going against me.” Your hands worked through his zipper with grace and expertise and soon you were stroking his growing member through the thin fabric of his underwear.

“I’m sorry...” He moaned against your lips. He looked so attractive with those innocent eyes, so helpless.

“Here’s the thing, Benny, I’m gonna try to let you please me now, but if you dare cum before I do, I won’t let you touch me again for a month.” You took his hand and led him to the bed as you spoke. You pressed it against your breast and kissed him again.

As he grew more confident over his movements, he thought about how he wasn’t going to let that happen. He had just now discovered this and if you were willing to do it again he would be too. He just had to make you cum.

He pulled away only to undress you with tenderness. He treated you like you were a fragile porcelain doll and even though it drove you crazy, you were done with it. You removed every piece of clothing that stood between you and laid on the bed, resting on your elbows and waiting for him.

He understood and immediately followed through. You grabbed a condom from your pocket and handed it to him, assuming he would just go for it, but you were pleasantly surprised when he kneeled on the edge of the bed and ran his long, delicate through your folds. He wanted you ready for him, and he was making sure he wouldn’t fuck it up.

You weren’t sure anymore about Ben’s complete lack of experience when he started sucking on your clit. He was a natural and it was clear to see. The way his hand started pumping inside you wasn’t all that exciting, but his tongue knew what it was doing. He sucked, and licked, and twirled his tongue around it. You could tell that he was tremendously dedicated and you loved it. He wasn’t an expert, of course, but whatever he was doing worked cause it was nearly getting you there.

You sat up and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him towards you and kissing him with such passion you felt your lips burning. You needed him inside of you, and based on his growing erection you could tell he needed it too. You quickly opened the condom and tossed it’s package away before you slipped it on his throbbing cock.

“You look so fucking hot like that.” He moaned before pushing his entire length inside of you, nearly making you scream in pleasure as you dug your nails into his bare back, making him moan again as he started to move, thrusting hard but slow.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when one of his hands pinched your nipple before he grabbed your butt and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around him and he pinned you against the nearest wall making you bounce faster. His tip clashing with your g-spot and his hot breath against your ear were almost enough to make you cum, but it was the touching of your clit with the smooth skin above his pubic area that finally made you scream as you tiredly scratched his back.

As soon as you did so he let you down and you instantly took his dick in your mouth as a well deserved reward. You bobbed your head around it and twirled your tongue on the tip, but it didn’t take long for him to cum inside your mouth with a grunt, head swelling against you.

You swallowed and stood up to kiss him again when you heard a voice outside the room.

“I don’t know what that was but it sure does sound like we won! Congrats Benny Boo.” Klaus teased, making him turn a bright shade of pink.

“So... My house next time?” You asked, biting your lip and he just nodded, laughing at his siblings.

[poppysmc]

I’ll Give You the Stars

CHAPTER 7: THIS OLD WOUND

They must have sat there for what felt like hours. The afternoon light was waning, giving way to darkness, insects buzzed, filling the tense silence between them. It was growing colder, it did nothing good for her nerves. She’s surprised that they stayed silent for this long, Poppy isn’t exactly known for her patient nature.

  It took everything in her to let those few stray words to come out, ‘I killed you’ repeated itself in her mind. The slip and the explanation she had to say made her increasingly nervous, did she really tell Poppy about her worst nightmare? If it was just a nightmare it would have been fine but it was almost close to the truth, she could have killed her, she should have been more careful, should have stayed in, there were a lot of things she could have done that would have made a world of difference.

Her throat felt constricted, her hands gripped the edges of the bench, letting the rough grains of the wood dig into her fingertips, she focused on the slight pain to distract her. She willed her treacherous hands to stop its violent trembling or at the very least hoped that Poppy wouldn’t notice. She flinched, a stray splinter pricked her finger.

  Poppy makes a small sound of disapproval before firmly pulling Morgan’s arms. The thought about Poppy and her new found patience flew out the window, it made her smile just for a second before she remembered. Things rarely ever change, unless of course in her case it changed for the worse. Morgan sighed, steeling herself before lifting her chin and turning to meet Poppy’s piercing gaze. She forced a pained smile, it must have looked forced enough that Poppy furrowed her eyebrows in suspicion, hands tugging Morgan ever closer.

  “If you’re still uncomfortable, don’t force yourself.” Poppy taps a steady rhythm with her finger absently, surprising the other with her rapt concern. She turns Morgan’s hands over, fingers tracing the lines. “But don’t go saying things like that without context.”

  “I want to tell you, I really do. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, I don’t think I’m ready to share it yet.” It’s too painful, part of her didn’t want to relive it and another wanted to spare Poppy the images it would conjure. One of her hands freed itself from Poppy’s grip, fingers making contact with the warmed metal of her necklace. She was dreading this conversation. Maybe if she was just a little stronger then it would be easy. She exhaled the lungful of air she was holding, feeling her heart plummet to her stomach. Her other hand still gripped Poppy’s firmly, willing herself to believe that she was with her in this moment and not another one of her cruel nightmares making her believe before ripping her away.

  “You’ve never told me much about what happened, all the info I got was from the doctors but you… You’ve been incredibly silent about it. You might think I’m fragile, Morgan but if you really knew me like you said you do then trust me to handle it.” Poppy said wearily, she wanted to know more, she hated being kept in the dark. She was dying to push for more information but somewhere in the back of her head said it wasn’t the right course of action, not yet.

  “I know it’s just-” Morgan began but her words died immediately when met with Poppy’s glare.

 “Morgan…” Poppy warned, before softening.  “I hate being treated like a porcelain doll.”

  Morgan clamps her mouth shut and exhales in resignation. “For the record I don’t think you were fragile. You’re a force to be reckoned with, ever since I met you. I was just giving you some time to settle down and… selfishly buy some time for myself to calm down as well.”

  “I know and you’ve been annoyingly nice about it, far from what I remember you being.”

  “Yeah, I was something back in uni. It’s been years, in some ways I stayed the same but we all changed.”

  “I know. A lot has changed. I couldn’t even believe that I married you.” Ah, there she goes again, Poppy knew she made a mistake even before the last word got past her lips.

  Morgan ignored the sharp pain, like a knife thrust in her chest. She tried to smile but it came out as a painful grimace. “Yeah, understatement of the century.” There was a moment’s pause after her statement, both of them not knowing what to say.

  “Oh. I didn’t- I just meant that-” Poppy stammered in an effort to defend herself and try to salvage the situation.

  “Don’t worry about it.” Morgan draws back, retrieving her hand from Poppy, she looks away to the opposite side. She couldn’t help the sting she felt, she knew Poppy probably didn’t mean anything by it- but still, her heart ached all the same

  “No. I- Listen. You don’t get it, don’t close off yet. It was a stupid thing to say. It’s not like I don’t get why I would have married you, I can see that you’re beautiful the first time I saw you, even swaddled in those awful clothes, I mean did I like you? No, but I was somewhat attracted to you and… and…” Poppy trailed off, hearing Morgan cough. Oh god I made it worse. She turned, face apologetic.

  “You always had the talent to make me feel better while actively insulting me.” Morgan laughed half-heartedly, squeezing Poppy’s hand in reassurance.  It’s okay, you don’t have to feel bad. I was just being sensitive.”

  “If you’re sure.” Poppy looked intensely.

  “Sounds like you did like me. I’ll be honest, insulting me just to get close to me gave it away.” Morgan grinned, dispelling the awkwardness they both felt.

  “I- I- don’t- whatever.” Poppy tried to be casual about it but failed to hide the blush on her cheeks.

  “I’m sorry.” Poppy mumbled but Morgan smiled anyway.

  “It’s fine, your confession made up for it.” Morgan dodges one of Poppy’s stray hands and by habit catches it and interlaces it with her own. Poppy makes no move to break off, if she was honest, it felt nice and familiar.

  “What was I like? Future me, I mean.” Poppy asked.

  “Hmmm. Would you believe that you were exactly the same yet so different?”

  “Stop being vague. Head injury, remember? I don’t have time to process junk.”

  “You’re no fun. What I meant was you mostly stayed the same, in your very core. You’ve grown and learned, you came so far from who we were before though not without its challenges.”

  Poppy hums, processing the new glimpse into her life. “I have so many things to ask you. I want to know more.”

  “We should take it easy. The doctor said not to rush too much information and I don’t want you to get overwhelmed.” Morgan bit her lip, stopping herself from spewing too much and as much as she wanted to, she's still got Poppy’s well-being in the forefront of her mind.

  “Maybe just a few.” Poppy looked up pleading.

  “Fine.” She was weak, don't judge her.

  “Why me?” Poppy asked, looking at their entwined hands.

  Morgan tilted her head and looked at her, but her thoughts seemed far away. “Why me, Morgan? You could have chosen any other girls here in Belvoire, I’m not worth any love you offer me. It’s almost like she was back in that moment, in her dorm, Poppy’s teary face fresh in her mind even after years had passed. “Why not you?” She finds herself echoing the words she uttered in the past. She smiled, despite the confusion she saw cross Poppy’s face.

  “Hm. Let’s see… You’re an amazing person, Poppy, despite what you might believe now. You’re strong, smart, confident and beautiful, I could even say untouchable then beyond that you let me see you. You were all those things and so, so human. You cared in your own way even when you preferred not to show it. You tried to be strong even when you were so close to breaking just because everybody looked up to you. You gave me a glimpse of the real Poppy, you trusted me to catch you when you couldn’t live up to all those things and I lo- adored you for it. You’re an enigma, only a fool wouldn’t fall for you.” Morgan said with a fond smile, unaware of Poppy’s internal turmoil. She just smiled, patiently waiting for Poppy’s next questions as if she hadn’t shaken Poppy’s world with her words.

  “What about my parents, did they take it well?” Poppy asked her, though a part of her already knows the answer based on their stiff words at the hospital.

  Morgan gulped and looked away, her face held a lot of trepidation. “They didn’t, I’m sorry.” The words coming out of her mouth felt like chewing through several light bulbs. She can’t bear to share the difficulties they experienced, Poppy’s not ready, she’ll be devastated. One thing she understood about her, in this timeline, she was all about pleasing her parents, too afraid to cause her family shame.

  “I figured. I think I’m getting tired. Can we go home?” Poppy stands abruptly, already walking away from where they were sitting.

  “Wait up.” She jogs and within seconds she catches up to Poppy. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” Morgan apologizes, hands itching to touch her wife’s once again.

  “I don’t feel bad, I’m just tired. Just drop it, okay?”

  “Okay.” Morgan nodded in understanding. Weeks of being subjected to Poppy’s ire was supposed to grow easier but it didn’t, it always caught her off guard every time. Her voice sounded different somehow and it all crashed back down on her that this wasn’t her wife when she starts to forget or to hope even just for a second.

  They walked home in tense silence, Morgan sneaking glances at Poppy. She looked at her with longing, with love and sadness all compressed in one gaze. When they reached the house, Poppy stepped through the front door without a backward glance, Morgan stood still, looking at the space where she was just seconds ago, her hands frozen in place, reaching for her. She shakes her head and walks up their porch and into the house.

    A couple of nights later. She’d briefly spoken about her nightmares with Poppy, not a whole lot of detail, just the gist of it. Against her previous attempts to avoid a therapist she eventually concedes to seeing one at least once a week, twice if the nightmares get worse, a condition she accepted against all her reservations. ‘Then seal it with a kiss.’ She could almost hear Poppy saying, with a knowing smirk, always after every promise but right now she settled for the smile on her wife’s lips.

    As always sleep evaded her that night, instead she spent most of the night on her phone, playing a repetitive game she hated. When she tried to rest she ended up with her sheets twisted around her body with all her tossing and turning.

She forcefully closed her eyes, craving for just a couple of hours of rest. Soon she’s pulled into the arms of her nightmares. Moments of the accident flashed behind closed lids, playing over and over, the gore and death was all too much to endure, her constant screaming echoed around in her head, it was all too much. She screamed but no sound came out, she reached for Poppy but everything seemed to grow farther and farther until her hands were stabbed by the glass littered on the floor over and over, Poppy’s milky eyes staring into hers. Then it all starts over again.

    In the dark and quiet of the house Poppy could hear it, something pulled her out of her blissful sleep. Tossing and turning in the room next to hers, small whimpers and quick breathing. In a blink she’s up on her feet, her soft steps sounding thunderous in the stillness of the house. In a few, quick strides she’s already outside Morgan’s door, knuckles rapping at the wood gently at first, then insistent.

  No answer. She could hear a grunt and something falling and breaking. All her qualms escaped her, she turned the knob, thankful that it was left unlocked. She carefully side steps the broken lamp, kneeling in bed. Morgan’s hair was in disarray, Poppy reached out and ran her clammy hands on her forehead, wiping the stubborn droplets of sweat that collected on it.

    After a particularly bad dream she couldn’t seem to wake up from. Morgan felt her bed dip, a cold comforting hand brushes the tendrils of hair to the side. She jostles awake, making a sound in between a choked sob and a pained scream. She’s quickly pulled into a warm embrace, hands rubbing small circles across her back and a soft voice comforting her, assuring her that the nightmares weren’t real, that she wasn’t alone. She sinks deeper, letting herself be consumed by the warmth. She was so, so tired and completely out of it, the nights blurred together and in her haze she asked for the only person she wanted, who she needed.

  “Poppy.” Morgan breathes out, barely above a whisper, sounding like both a prayer and plea. “I need Poppy.” The figure tensed and silence followed. Morgan teetered forward, forehead making contact with Poppy’s stiff shoulders. “Please, I need to know if she’s okay.” Morgan mutters, eyes unseeing in the dark. Poppy’s breath hitched at the desperate tone, it pulled her out of her frozen state.

  “Shhh. I’m here. I’m right here” Poppy placed a soft kiss on top of her head, letting her lips linger, willing it to chase the nightmares away. She pulled the other girl closer as if what little space was left was a crime. She wasn’t used to someone needing her, from what she remembered she was always doing things on her own and never for somebody else, unless of course if she gains some sort of advantage, but this? Being here just for comfort, just because someone needed her, it all felt so new and she was thrown off.

  “I love you.” Morgan mumbled, voice laced heavily with sleep, any semblance of control non-existent in her sleep addled mind. She said it like she was telling her that the sky was blue or the grass was green. It barely reached Poppy’s ear, if she wasn’t so close she might have missed it altogether.

  She fought the urge to detach from Morgan, the call to retreat into her comfort zone was nearly too good to pass up, she wanted to go back where no one needed her, no one clutched her shirt like their life depended on it, no one said they loved her. She was drowning, yet here she was unmoving, unyielding like a lighthouse in an unpredictable storm. Her arms were burning in an effort to hold Morgan close, her position, supporting both of their weights was killing her back but she remained still because she was needed and she was… loved.

  And just like that, she could feel Morgan’s breathing even out, her head grew heavy, still leaning against her shoulders. Then she did something she never thought she would, she stayed in Morgan’s room, arms securely wrapped around her still as she moved their bodies to lay comfortably on the bed. She moved Morgan’s head to the crook of her neck, she could feel the warm puffs of her breath on her neck, making her shiver. She reasoned with herself that she was only doing this just to save herself the hassle of walking to and from her room, not because it felt good nor familiar. Of course not, right?

  Poppy hummed a melody she couldn’t remember where she heard, continuing with her ministrations. She succumbs to sleep soon after.

    Morgan blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright rays of the sun hitting her squarely in the face. She felt refreshed, it’s the first time she slept well since the accident. She tried to sit up but soon she felt herself being pinned down by a weight on her. After a couple of seconds of panicking later, she vaguely remembered what happened last night, memories of someone walking in and wrapping her up in their arms, she glanced down and sure enough she sees Poppy’s strawberry blonde hair poking out of the sheets, half of her body draped over hers.

  She stayed. Morgan silently thought to herself, smiling up at the ceiling. She felt invigorated and happy, she wanted to pull Poppy fully over her, she wanted to jump and kiss her but she knew that if she moved she couldn’t stay, Poppy wouldn’t stay.

  She tried her hardest to make the moment last longer but as life would have it, her phone buzzed somewhere in the bed. She blindly pats the sea of sheets in an attempt to find the source of the incessant sound, her limited mobility soon proved to be a hindrance. She reluctantly untangles herself from Poppy’s arms, but the girl only tightened her hold and snuggled closer to her warmth. Sighing at her fate, she felt the phone stop ringing only for it to start again a few seconds later.

  Poppy grumbled, annoyed at the disturbance and rolled to her side, palming the sheets, successfully finding the device under the pillow, she chucked it without much thought to Morgan before burying herself back into a cocoon of blankets.

  Morgan groaned having been hit in the stomach but she stood up anyway, not before looking at Poppy with longing, what she would have done to stay in bed with her. She sighed before answering the call, stepping out so as not to disturb Poppy again.

  “Why aren’t you answering your phone? Are you okay?” Morgan winced at the volume of her mother’s voice this early in the morning.

 “I’m okay, I just woke up. What time is it?” She groggily asked, making her way to the bathroom, she shivered, her feet backing up from the cold tile.

  “It’s almost 12. You’ve got an appointment with your therapist at 1:00, did you forget?”

  “Oh! That late? Okay… Okay… wait. Let me just- I’ll call you later Mom, you can pick me up in 30. I must have been so tired yesterday, I overslept.”

  “Do you want me to come earlier? Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “No, I’m fine. I’ll see you later. Bye, Mom.”

  “Okay. I love you! I’ll bring you guys brunch, don't bother cooking.”

  “Yeah, sounds good. Love you too!”

  She looked back to the guest room door, resisting with every fiber of her being the urge to crawl back into bed with Poppy. It seemed futile, yet she took one step.

  Then another.

  Until she stands across the hall, facing the bedroom door. Her heart racing with anticipation, she flinched when the cool metal met her palm, she took a deep breath but before she could twist the knob, it opened harshly.

  Poppy shrieked in surprise, disturbing the quiet of the house. “Why are you just standing there?!”

  Her mouth opened and closed multiple times, unable to form words to defend herself. “I-” Poppy moves closer, clearly concerned, mistaking Morgan’s embarrassment as distress.

  Poppy cupped her cheek, examining her, brows furrowed in concern, her hands surprisingly gentle, her thumb caressed her red cheek. “Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.”

  Morgan almost choked on air while she stared down into Poppy’s brown eyes. She reflexively leaned into her touch. “Fine.” Her voice is barely louder than a whisper.

  “Who was it?”

  “Mom… Uh… She’ll take me to therapy.” Her brain couldn’t think clearly with Poppy this close to her.

  “Good.” She smiled and patted her cheek tenderly, pulling back after a second. She was oblivious to the chaos she produced and moved past her into the bathroom like nothing happened.

  As soon as the lock clicks, Poppy leaned against the closed door, hand clenching the material of her shirt, over the heart. She couldn’t possibly like Morgan, right? Why does she feel this way, why was her heart beating out of her chest? Was it her lingering feelings from what she couldn’t remember? Impossible. She wanted to fight it, to bury it so deep, even the sun wouldn’t reach.

    Morgan heard the front door open, she smiled at her mother’s punctuality. She closed the last few buttons on her long sleeved shirt before coming downstairs to greet her mom. She saw her talking to Poppy with an easy smile, her heart felt warmer, it may have been the way the light hit Poppy just right, lounging on their breakfast nook, windows giving her an ethereal glow.

  She must have been staring at her for quite a while, because now her mother is beside her with a knowing smile, tugging at her arms, fretting over the time as always.

  “Eat in the car, we’re gonna be late.” Her mother reminded her.

  “Just a sec, Mom. Go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”

  “Okay. Hurry.” Her mother walked out of the kitchen, squeezing her bicep when she passed.

  “Are you going to be okay here by yourself?” Morgan steps closer until she’s in front of Poppy, still staring out the window and picking at her lunch.

  “I’ll be fine.” Poppy waves off her concern.

  “About last night. I- Thank you.” Morgan said, already turning to leave.

  “Welcome.” Her head swivels at Poppy’s quiet reply, she couldn’t help but smile softly before goofily waving her goodbye, making Poppy crack a smile she soon hid behind her cup of coffee. “Go. You’re going to be late.”

  “I’m gonna miss you. See you later.” Morgan left her sitting dumbfounded, the quiet of the house leaving her with her thoughts about Morgan and what she was beginning to feel.

    The drive to the therapist’s office was nerve wracking, she barely touched her brunch without feeling nauseous. She replied in stilted one liners and hummed with her mother’s attempt to distract her, she soon gave up and turned on the radio.

    Morgan sat straighter if it was even possible with how tense she already was in the plush chair in her therapist’s office, to say that she was nervous was an understatement, she didn’t like where the doctor’s questions were leading to and prodding into her sore spots. What she would give to stop this stranger’s probing questions, she knew it was supposed to help but she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

  “Have you considered the possibility of her not remembering?” Her therapist, a woman who introduced herself as Emily, smiled patiently while she stayed silent for a moment, unable to answer the question. She was supposed to be one of the best in her field, her warm eyes bored into her like she already knew what she thought.

  Morgan’s jaw tensed, a frown etched on her face grew deeper, she reached for the glass of water on the side table, buying time to think. ‘This is a simple question, why can’t you answer’ Morgan rifled her mind to come up with something that resembled a put together person, a kind, supportive and patient person that her wife needed, not the garbage heap she felt right now.

  “I know it’s overwhelming, so take your time.” Her therapist said in a calm voice, a momentary comfort.

  Before she knew it, she stood up and paced behind her chair, hands clutching her necklace, particularly her ring. She wanted to protest the very idea that Poppy might not remember anything about her, about them. The possibility was devastating, unthinkable and outright cruel. She wanted to say it was impossible, she wanted to convince herself but even she wasn’t that stupid to deny the possibility.

  She stilled, hands coming up to grip the backrest of her chair, knuckles turning white. It takes her minutes to formulate a proper response. “I-” She curses her voice for breaking, for sounding utterly helpless, pathetic. She cleared her throat before starting over. “I have thought about it, I’m okay with it, I accepted the possibility. I would be devastated for sure- but she’s still my Poppy, my wife. And if this is some stupid joke the universe played because we were happy, I would take that do over any day when the alternative was losing her.” Her eyes darted around the room, everywhere except her therapist’s eyes, she never was a good liar, even though she doesn’t have the strength to believe her own words.

  “Morgan, you being so open about this doesn’t mean that you are fine with it. Sometimes we want to act like an open book to avoid people probing further into our issues. I’m wondering if this isn’t you reciting some script you’ve practiced over and over? Something that you think would please me to hear. I’m your therapist, I’m not here to judge you, I want us to sort through your feelings and thoughts so we can make progress.”

  Morgan sighed but otherwise remained silent.

  “This is just our first meeting. I understand that you don’t want to share a lot at this moment, admittedly these things take time, I just wanted to know what place you were in now. How about we talk about something else? Where did you two first meet?”

  For the first time in their session Morgan finally cracked a smile, she spoke fondly. “I never told her but I only acted like I hated her guts the moment we met.”

  “Go on.” Her therapist smiled, her expression seemed far from the guarded person she was talking to earlier.

  She told the story about their first meeting and the ensuing arguments they had. It didn’t occur to her that she trailed off, Morgan twisted the ring attached to her necklace, she couldn’t believe that something as light and small as this ring held every promise they made together, it felt heavy in her hand, now she was the only one left to remember.

  Everything felt so heavy it felt like she might break. One moment she was drowning and the next she’s pulled out of her musings by a hand on her shoulder.

  “Where’d you go?” Her therapist gives her a small reassuring smile, waiting patiently for her to come back.

  “Just thinking about her.”

  Their session went on, an hour and a half of Morgan sharing stories, sometimes she sat silently lost in thought. She didn’t feel instantly better like she hoped but it was nice talking to someone about her memories, it felt like she was taking a step forward. Just like that her first session was over. She thanked Emily and exited her office with a lighter heart.

  She waited for her mother on the bench outside the office. She spotted a flower stand nearby, it caught her eye. She bought a couple of flowers to give to Poppy and if she doesn’t accept it she’ll at least brighten up the kitchen.

     “Poppy?” Morgan barely stepped through the threshold when she heard the haunting notes of Chopin’s nocturne ringing through-out the house. She smiled quietly to herself, recognizing Poppy’s favorite piece so well. She walked silently to the music room, careful not to disturb her wife. She leaned to the side of the doorway, listening, Poppy’s back to her. She could pretend that this was still her, that she never forgot, back to what they were before the accident. She was the best thing to ever happen to her and here she was within reach yet she was unable to even wrap her arms around her as freely as she wished.

  The last of the notes rang out, the end came sadly, too quick for her liking. Morgan adjusted her stance and knocked on the open door. Poppy’s shoulders tensed in surprise, head swiveled at the sound of her voice.

  “You’re back! I didn’t hear you come in.” Poppy looked adorable clad in her old uni sweats, she stood and headed towards her, Morgan stepped forward until she could meet her halfway.

  “Hi.” Morgan said.

 “Hi.” A slow smile spreads across Poppy’s face.

  “I got this for you.” Morgan offers the flowers, white lilies, her favorite. To both of their surprise, Poppy leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, her knees almost giving out.

  “Thank you.” Poppy cleared her throat and avoided looking at Morgan, she brought the flowers close to her chest, tamping down the urge to wrap her arms around Morgan like she had last night, she despised the very thought that crossed her mind. She kept her hands at bay, clutching the flowers to occupy her traitorous arms.

  “Would you mind going out for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking.” Morgan bit her lower lip, unsure of Poppy’s response. She doesn’t have the energy for laboring in the kitchen and making a meal from scratch. “But if you don’t want to we could just stay in.”

  “I don’t mind. Let me just change.”

  “Okay. I’ll just get something in my room, come get me when you’re done.” Poppy nodded and headed up to her room.

    Morgan hears a thump, something heavy hitting the floor. She reflexively jogged to Poppy’s door to check. “Hey Pop? Are you okay in there?” Worry laced Morgan’s tone. She waited for a few seconds, no response. “I’m coming in. Are you hurt?” Morgan twisted the knob, before the door could open halfway it was suddenly stopped.

  Poppy peeked through the opening, shirt still undone save for the last couple of buttons. She looked pale, hands holding tightly on the door. Her eyes were wide and dazed, making an effort not to meet Morgan’s eyes.

  “I’m fine.” Poppy grit her teeth in an effort to stay upright, her head was killing her, her knees felt unsteady, still leaning heavily on the door. 

  “You don’t look fine.” Morgan rushed in and gathered her protectively into her arms.

  “I’m fine. I’m just feeling tired, I guess. Can you give me a moment then we can go out.” Poppy makes no effort to disentangle herself from Morgan’s embrace, if anything she leaned into it more.

  “I don’t think going out is a good idea. We should call the doctor just to be safe.” Morgan asked, leaning back and looking her over. She realized Poppy was only half dressed, she averted her gaze, red dusting her cheeks. 

 “I’m okay. I want some fresh air, I’ve been cooped up here for days.”

  Morgan looked at her skeptically.  

“I’m fine,  give me a couple minutes and I’ll be with you.” Poppy sighed at the look Morgan shot at her. “Fine. I’ll call her now.”

  “Okay, don’t force yourself, it’s okay if we just stay in.” Morgan left and closed the door behind her, giving her privacy.

  When she heard Morgan step downstairs, she grabbed her phone and dialed her doctor. She laid down for a bit, heart pounding like crazy. In a couple of rings, her doctor picked up.

  “Hello Mrs. Hughes? Is everything okay?”

  “I think… I’m starting to remember something.” Poppy mutters, before covering her eyes with her forearm.

  She could feel her back hit the door as soon as it shut. She found herself pinned between the cold door and Morgan’s warm body, she smirked.  “Impatient are we?” She lords this fact over Morgan as if her nails weren’t clawing her closer to her body.   “You’ve been teasing me all night. You can’t be that surprised.” Morgan whispered, she could tell that she was on the verge of losing control, her eyes were half lidded with lust.   “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Poppy said, coyly. Her hands traced the side of Morgan’s neck, she could see her vein pulsing her irregular heartbeat. She felt the hands on her waist squeeze tighter, making her smile widen. She loved this, Morgan wasn’t immune to her charms as she had previously thought, just stubborn, with incredible self-control but as with all things there’s always a breaking point.   Morgan leaned in, and paused a breath away from her lips. Poppy’s lips twitched at the disruption, she tried to close the distance but the other girl only leaned back.   “Now who’s eager?”   It’s her turn to falter. All the teasing has led up to this and now she’s not even sure what to do now that she’s got this far. Morgan could see the hesitation in her face.   “What’s wrong?”   “Are you sure?”   “What? Of course, I want you Poppy. The world could burn right now and there’s nothing else I would want more than you.” Morgan leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss, leaving no room for second guessing.   Morgan’s hands were scorching hot, every place it touched, the path it traced left her skin singed yet she craved more. She wanted, no- she needed Morgan’s touch to consume her until she’s nothing but dust in her wake.   Morgan’s lips followed the ruin her hands wrought, lips white hot against her lips, they gasped for air, their breaths mingled in the minimal space between their lips. The sounds that left her lips was unmistakable, she was desperate for more, Morgan drew down kissing her jaw reverently, feather light yet it was all she felt, next her neck was marked in every delicious way.   Here she laid beneath her exposed to her appreciative eyes.   “You’re the most beautiful person I have laid my eyes on. Let me worship you like a goddess.” Morgan winks and the night goes on, neither of them getting a wink of sleep.

[avada-kedavrugh]

How stupid you must be?

Pairing | Tom Riddle x Reader 

Genre | Angst (cheeky lil bit of making out)

Words | 2323

Warning | Making out, mentions of death, very unhealthy/abusive relationship that I do not endorse AT ALL but I just find it interesting to write. <3

How stupid you must be.

Tom’s hand slither around your neck, ever so delicately like a snake entangling its prey marvelling at each drop of fear it evoked, his fingers gracing the expanse of your skin like you were a porcelain doll, exquisite, dainty and so fragile in his touch. You are so small against him as he towers over you, your body quivering against the wall from the toxic mixture of anticipation, lust and fear that welled inside you, staring up at him with a look of complete adoration. The very touch of his cold fingers around your throat is so empowering, so overwhelming, so shattering as it destroys every barrier in your mind and subdues your entire being to his control. His dangerous gaze on you, searing through your mind, simultaneously imploring you to delve in closer with sweet nothings calling for you to give yourself to him, and screaming warning signs of ‘danger’. But it’s already too late for you as you’re faltering, falling, fading into his touch, unashamedly losing whatever part of you clung to sanity, replaced with the sheer desire, yearning, desperation for his lips to devour you, to take the final step of consuming you and leave you an empty shell.  

Within the eery silence of the dark closet, your own thoughts echo in your mind, as you silently plead with him. As if hearing your desperation, his hold on you tightens, teasing you with the searing touch of his fingers as his eyes look down on you with a cold, dangerous look. Your eyes flicker with infatuation and your cheeks flush a soft, pink hue, in a way that would be almost endearing, perhaps, if Tom was capable of love. If he was capable of love, he’d be ensnared in your affection and devotion, allow himself to shrink into your touch and be consumed by you, let your unceasing attempts of warmth to burn through him, act as the furnace that would cause his heart to shudder to life. Instead he found the way you looked at him repulsive, your looks of adoration received by a look of apathy, at best. Sometimes, he struggled to bury the contempt he felt towards you and he’d snap. He’d feel his eyes blazing with disgust, the dark look screaming ‘i hate you’ in what was both a shattering roar and a shivering whisper.  

Out of your lips slips a moan, your teeth quickly baring down on your soft lips in a feeble attempt to hide your sheer desire, bashful and ashamed of the effect he had on you. The sound echoes through the closet, burrowing itself into every crevice of the room, slipping into his ears and drilling into his mind, quickly registering as a sign of your weakness, of his absolute control over you. Although he will never love you, he relishes in the dominance he has over you, knowing this is only just the start of his strive for power. He felt no remorse, simply enjoying the incentive your weakness brought, grip tightening, his ring indenting itself into your skin and knuckles turning white whilst pressing against the silky expanse of your throat.

“Tom-” A guttural moan rumbled from your lips, desperation dripping from the very sound. His stony look flickering with amusement; with the knowledge you were defenceless against his hold, your mind falling into a dark abyss that matched your pupils – thick molasses, dilated, faltering at his every move. Secretly, he savours the sight, his lips curling into a sinister smirk as he watches you unfold against him, trapped between him and the wall, knowing that even if he let you go, you would stay there, hopelessly waiting for him to return your feelings. You allowed yourself to be a puppet, directed by his simple touch or a mutter of words, completely consumed by him. Lavishing in this knowledge, he set himself to tease you, make you ache with your utter lust, dipping his head down as he brought his lips dangerously close to your ears.

“Now, I’ve never seen someone so desperate,” The warmth of his breath tantalising against your skin, his words erupting from his voice in a sadistic purr. “How stupid you must be.”

How stupid you must be.  

The statement sounded in both of your minds. Tom’s lips twisting into an even crueller, ever so tantalising smile, while your heart was being thrashed and you felt your stomach momentarily dip.  

How stupid you must be. Completely subservient to the man who held you pinned against the wall, who belittled you and shamelessly looked at you with total contempt. The man was able to cause the pool of rich, luxurious heat sprouting in your lower stomach with just a single touch while at the same time, with just a simple statement, he had caused a churning pit in your stomach that made you wish the ground would just swallow you up right there, taking mercy on you and saving you from the agony he caused. You knew your heart belonged to him. 

Like many complicated things in life, it began innocently, coy glances at a cute boy during classes, feeling flustered around him, laughing as you told your friends about your attraction to him, becoming hopelessly drawn to the mystery that surrounded him. Tom. The tall, dark-haired, dark eyed Slytherin boy surrounded by his friends that all looked up at him with expectation. Who would you be to ignore your innocent, school crush? So, the chaste glances turned to watching him during classes, to trying to talk to him, despite his disinterest, to following him through the corridors. All in - as you told yourself several times - a desperate attempt to help him.  

Along the path of simple curiosity and attraction, you found yourself thinking of him more and more, every second of your day your mind would wander and lead you to him. At first it scared you, so you forced yourself to distance yourself from him. Without him you sank into a seat of sadness, staring into the dark gloomy depths of your drink, while your friends chattered around you, excitedly gossiping about whatever interested them. Wherever you were, sitting in the great hall with your friends or sitting alone in the library, that feeling of emptiness clung onto you. So, when your eyes glanced over him as he walked past, feeling your heart shudder to life, you gave yourself the little treat, let your eyes linger for a second longer, and then another second longer, then another second, and then another, and another, until every time you saw him you allowed your eyes to fix on him – his image imprinting onto your mind. Just seeing him filled you with a euphoric high and who would you be if you denied yourself the feeling? You convinced yourself it was fate, that your life was tied into a hangman’s knot with his. Curiously, one day, he returned the interest, tipping the earth of its axis and letting you fall into his arms. And that was the day, you allowed yourself to become his servant, become besotted him, allowed your obsession with him to begin to ravage you. And now, you knew he wasn’t human – not really - and knew he wasn’t capable of love, yet you’d sacrifice everything just for a simple kiss.

In retrospect, early on, you caught glimpses of something sinister lurking within him, his heartfelt words jumbled with a tone of hatred and his eyes occasionally flaring with something bordering loathing. Maybe, you stayed with him because you wanted to help him or, maybe, you stayed with him because of some sadistic voice that sung in your head that urged you to comprehend him, take him apart and reconstruct him secret by secret, just to know the very truth behind Tom Riddle and who he really was.

How very stupid you must be, your heart fluttering in your chest at his touch despite the obvious torment of his words, returning his sinister look with a look of full-blown lust, the darkness in your eyes caused by your pure desire while his was caused by something far more twisted. How very stupid you must be to allow yourself to slump against him, allowing his rigid body pressed against you to hold you up, his hands clutching your neck and keeping you afloat, the final restraint stopping you from falling into complete delirium.

“Tom, please-” You whined, a painful, raw, raggedy sound. Begging for the cushion of his lips. All of you hoped for the release of his animalist desires on you, for him to shed his cruel exterior, to reveal his raw being to you, bare his soul to you, allow you to squirm your way in, embrace him for who he was, love him, care for him. Caress every wound on his soul, kiss it better and make his heart feel something. For you. You stared at him hopefully, eyes twinkling with some innocence that you desperately clung to, slowing being chipped away every time you worked out what he’d done. His grip on you went slack, the colour returning to his knuckles, your lungs unexpectedly filling with oxygen you didn’t even know you needed as you breathed him in.  

Your eyes dancing with dreams, the dreams you replayed in your mind when the sky got dark, when your dormitory grew still, while your mind was too loud, your dreams embraced you like the warm arms of a mother, coddling you, soothing you into a calm slumber, a lullaby of dreams that would never happen, the dreams of Tom Riddle. Tom’s eyes lacked such excitement, instead they stilled with a vacant expression - one you found rather serene – as he took in the sight of you. Your heart unashamedly raced, desperate for you to reach out and press your lips against his. Risk your life just for the caress of his lips against yours.

His body pulling away from you, letting you to fall back against the wall. His smirk souring into a look of disgust, eyes full-blown with revulsion and contempt, looking down on you as if you were the most disgusting beetle on earth, as if all you deserved was to be stamped on. He moved forward again, this time his lips grazing your ears as he whispers “I don’t need you anymore Y/N.”

Your heart continues its shameless rampage within your chest, thundering against its weak confines, threatening to breakout and escape into Tom’s hands - where it knew it belonged. How very stupid you must be. It was too late for you now, you knew what his words meant, knew the threat they held within them, yet as his hot breath moved away from you, your hands desperately moved to grab onto him, your fingers hopelessly dragging against the material of his shirt, failing to cling onto anything, clawing at the air between you.

He was looking over your small form, taking in each detail of you for one final time; you were his obedient servant that he could manipulate to do his will. You, such a meek being, that seemingly devoted your life to his. Had become entangled, enchanted, encapsulated with him, by him, completely submitting yourself to him all for the human feeling of love. He knew you would do anything for him yet he knew that human feeling inside you, that clung to its innocence, unmoving from its claims of compassion, was stronger than your fragile feelings for him, one wrong move and it could easily overcome your devotion for him and leave him at risk. Something jolted in his heart. And then he did it.

Lips barrelling towards yours. Smashing against your soft lips. Teeth clashing. Like two starved animals that hadn’t eaten in days, absolutely ravenous from hunger, finally given a measly morsel between you. One of his hands wound itself around your neck again, all delicacy thrown aside as he roughly held you up by your throat. His nails attaching themselves to your skin, ripping into your skin so violently, leaving behind imprints at his very touch. Slamming your body against the wall and pressing his form, so crazed in its frenzy yet so rigid, against you. You took your chance to savour him, memorising the feeling of lips against you, the feel of fingers wrapped around your neck. Your mouth opening, tongue pressing against his mouth, desperate to taste him. The concoction of unrequited love and lust had left you famished, and now your body drowned in the touch of Tom Riddle. He was blessing you with what you had always wanted. Quenching the aching feeling that had laid dormant inside your lower stomach for months, incited only by him and growing more dangerous as he disregarded your desires. Yet, niggling in your mind was the emptiness of every touch, every taste, every movement. His sexual ferocity felt more like a primitive instinct than a conscious desire.  

How stupid you must be.

He was going to kill you.

He had used you and tossed you aside like a doll. And every step of the way, you lapped it up like a desperate puppy, hanging at the edge of his every word, the promise of his touch having the power to control you. Inside your heart swelled, as his lips thrashed against yours in their rampage, ever so desperate, like prey entangled within a snake. The warmth pooling through your entire body, drowning the remnants of sanity, and sending you into delirium. How stupid you must be. He was going to kill you and yet, he was kissing you. For the first time, your final wish and he was kissing you, for the last time. Buried under his ravenous lips an uncontrollable grin broke out from your own, torn and bleeding. A grin that pressed against his lips. A grin that mirrored the euphoria that filled your soul.

Maybe he did love you.

[seaweedbrain404]

Wolfstar Au!: Hot and Cold (pt 2 of Parties and Morning Regrets)

@icitlali asked if there was a second part and um- yeah i wrote this, there may be more parts to come

pt 1

pt3

read it on ao3

Remus thought inviting Sirius up was the right thing to do which is the only reason he did. He dared to let himself hope but he didn’t really want to see Sirius. Still, Remus had manners and it was so cold outside that his own fingers were turning purple. Leaving Sirius out in the cold and making him probably walk home seemed too mean, even for Remus. Although, he thought Sirius definitely deserved it.

He followed Sirius up to the flat, Lily looked more than surprised when she saw Sirius come in and gave Remus another look. It was one of those looks that Remus didn’t like getting, the we’re-going-to-talk-about-this-later kind of look. He shrugged it off, too preoccupied with his bloody hip.

“Remus, did you really walk all the way here?” Lily crossed her arms over her chest as Remus closed the door behind them.

“Yeah, so what” He replied through gritted teeth. “I’m going for a shower to wash off the smell of stale alcohol”

“You’re going to be the death of me one day, Remus Lupin” Lily’s voice called to his retreating back. “Sirius, how are you?”

Remus heard vague small talk as he navigated his way to his bedroom. The pain in his hip wasn’t unbearable exactly. It was just bad enough for it to consume all his thoughts. All he needed was a warm bath, some painkillers and to limit his movements for the rest of the day. Easy. Unfortunately, the bath would have to wait until later though seeing as it would probably be rude to soak in the tub while having a guest over.

Showering after a night out was always a pleasant experience. He emerged from the shower just a couple minutes later with damp hair, a stolen pair of Lily’s yoga pants and a clean jumper.

“Ah, here’s the idiot who has no regard for his health” Lily smiled as Remus walked into the kitchen. “Are those mine?”

“Maybe, painkillers please?” He walked across the room and leaned his chin on Lily’s shoulder.

Sirius watched the interaction between the two with some hint of longing in his eyes. Remus wasn’t sure why, maybe it was because he had never been so casually touchy with anyone but now him and Lily were even closer than they were in school.

Lily wrapped an arm around his waist, rubbing circles on his hip. “Sirius, there’s a small pill bottle in the cupboard just there-“ she pointed to the right above her head “-would you mind grabbing it please?”

Sirius blinked for a moment, seemingly frozen at the sight of them. Then, he nodded. “Yeah- yeah, I got it”

He passed Lily the retrieved painkillers without looking at them. Lily hummed gratefully in return, easing Remus, who had hid his face in the crook of her neck, off her. He leaned back against the counter and Lily switched the kettle on.

“I promised Mrs Pettigrew from next door that I’d pick up her groceries today” Lily turned to Remus, glancing at Sirius, “and do a bit of cleaning for her since her grandson is out of town, do you think you’ll manage?”

“Yeah” Remus breathed out. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay”

Lily pursed her lips and looked to Sirius again. “Make sure he stays home, yeah?”

Remus made a noise of protest as Sirius nodded, “I doubt he’ll want to listen to me”

“Lily, I can take care of myself”

“Hardly, you’re in a right state after being without me for a few hours” She scolded, “If you strain yourself any more then you’re going to really fuck up your hip”

“I can’t fuck up something that’s already fucked, can I?”

“I mean it, take it easy and don’t be an idiot”

“Alright, fine”

“And I want to talk to you later”

Remus paled a little at that, despite fully seeing it coming. He made a noncommittal sound and Lily, satisfied with herself, left the room to layer up on clothes and help the nice old lady who lived across the hall.

There was a tense moment when she left. The kettle went off and Remus poured himself a cup, then paused. “Tea?”

“Sure”

Sirius seemed more relaxed now that Lily had gone. It was as if he had been on best behavior when she was there and now he didn’t have to be. Remus couldn’t really blame him, Lily could be very scary sometimes and she was always unreasonably overprotective of Remus. In all fairness, he felt the same way towards her.

So Remus poured two cups of tea and then added milk and sugar accordingly. He had assumed that Sirius took his tea the way he did back in school and he was only a little ashamed he still knew what the other man liked in his tea off the top of his head.

“Am I allowed to ask about the accident?” Sirius picked up his cup and took a sip.

“Why do you want to know?” Remus retorted, taking a painkiller.

“Lily wouldn’t tell me… and I’m…. worried” Sirius looked embarrassed to admit it but he did admit it which was good enough for Remus. It showed some sort of growth, some kind of potential.

“Depends on whether you’re going to pity me or not because frankly, I don’t care much for it”

“Jesus, you don’t have to be so snappy”

Remus scowled at him, not saying another word. He didn’t care about being snappy in that particular moment. His hip hurt like hell, he could feel his leg slowly going as well and whenever he told people anything about the accident they all treated him like a fragile porcelain doll.

Sirius cleared his throat before speaking again. “I won’t pity you, if you don’t want me to”

“What do you want to know?” Remus asked, disregarding what Sirius had said.

“What happened?”

“I worked at this publishing place, had a late night so I took a cab home” Remus began, even thinking about that night made his heart race and his eyes sting. “Someone was driving under the influence and hit us- the cab, I mean.. and it was really bad but they put these screws and plates all in my side, shoulder down to my shin”

Remus paused a moment, wiping his eyes on the back of his palm. Sirius made to touch him but he jerked away, a little too fast and hissed in pain. Sirius retreated his hand, looking crestfallen.

“Anyway, I had to quit the job cause it was too far to walk and I refused to get in any type of car or bus or really any type vehicle since then” Remus rushed the end of the story, his hands were shaking and his throat felt tight.

Sirius took a step forward and this time Remus allowed him to. He carefully opened his arms and slowly wrapped them around Remus, giving him more than enough time to move if he didn’t want this.

Remus, however, was just exhausted. He collapsed right into Sirius’ arms which tightened around him. The bad thing was, he was still shaking, his lungs refused to take in air and oh, there was the whole thing about just falling into his ex-boyfriend’s arms. Good thing was, he felt safe.

Then he started crying, his own arms wrapping around Sirius’ waist while his arms were around Remus’ back. He was pretty sure the only reason he still remained standing was Sirius’ strength forged by years of playing rugby. Remus wanted to kick himself, everything about this situation was just so pathetic and he hated it. He hated himself for it.

Sirius, meanwhile, said nothing and just rubbed circles on the taller man’s back. “I’m sorry, I’ve been horrible to you and now you’re literally comforting me, maybe I am the asshole”

“Nah, I kind of deserved it”

“Yeah you did”

“Hey! you’re not supposed to say that”

“But it’s the truth”

“Shut up”

Remus let himself laugh quietly. He was mortified by this display of vulnerability and dearly wished the ground would open and swallow him whole. Then he made a feeble attempt at pushing Sirius away, nearly toppling over himself. He had to grip the counter behind him to stop himself from hitting the floor. Sirius made to catch him but Remus swatted his hand away.

“I think you should go”

“But I promised Li-“

“I’m tired and she’ll be back soon”

Lie. Remus knew that Lily would be gone for at least two more hours, maybe more if Mrs Pettigrew offered biscuits.

“Then I’ll just stay till she comes back, she really worries about you” Sirius shrugged like it was final and Remus didn’t want to talk about it so he slowly hobbled to the living room.

“Do you-“

“No”

Sirius started asking but Remus snapped at him before he could finish his question.

“Sorry” Sirius mumbled, hands up in surrender. Remus could feel eyes on his back as he managed to get to the couch. He switched on the telly, laying on the side of his body that hurt the least.

Remus figured that if Sirius didn’t leave, then maybe he could ignore him to the point of leaving. Unfortunately it didn’t work because this was Sirius so instead of sitting on the chair near the couch or even on the floor, he stood at Remus’ head. Hands were gesturing for Remus to sit up but he ignored them.

“Remus, squish over a minute”

With a groan, he turned onto his back and sat up. Sirius slid into the open space and Remus turned so that his feet were at Sirius’ lap instead of his head. He wasn’t sure how his body would react if Sirius started gently twirling strands of his hair and admiring them as if they were made of gold.

Remus closed his eyes, feeling fingers tracing shapes on his exposed ankles.

Suddenly Sirius spoke. “You and Lily have gotten really close”

His eyes shot open, a little startled by the tone. He wasn’t sure how long he was out but he definitely slept at least twenty minutes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His voice was groggy with sleep, the side of his mouth damp from drool

“It’s weird, I’ve never seen you so much as hug anyone”

Remus wiped the side of his mouth. “People are allowed to change and Lily is my best friend”

“It’s just- you’ve changed so much and I’m struggling to keep up” Sirius’ tone was strange, the most un-Sirius thing Remus had ever experienced him do since they met.

Remus’ eyebrows knit together, a frown now playing on his face. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, y’know… besides, I don’t have to change according to your terms”

“I never said that” Sirius spat.

Remus sat up in response, leaning back on his elbows. “Then why are you constantly bitching about how much I’ve changed?”

“Because you have! It’s like you’re this whole new person and I don’t even know you”

“I haven’t spoken to you since we were 17, that was 6 years ago and you expect me not to change?” Remus ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I went to college, I got in a horrendous car accident Sirius, do you really expect me to be the same person I was when we were teenagers?”

“No- it’s just, I don’t like change”

“Fucking hell Sirius, the world doesn’t care and guess what? that’s constantly changing too”

“Yeah but not as drastically as you! You work in a bakery for Christ’s sake when I know you always wanted to be a writer”

“And I know you vowed to never work for your parents and here you are, doing daddy’s dirty work no doubt”

“Remus”

“What”

“You were never this cruel”

“No, I suppose not”

The two sat in silence, and it took all of Remus’ willpower not to kiss him.

“Can we just be friends or something” Sirius looked sincere enough, good natured enough for Remus to want it.

“Something? Something like wh-“

But Remus never got to finish his sentence because suddenly Sirius’ knees were straddling his hips and they were kissing.

What the fuck!

Remus wanted to scream, he was tired and annoyed and now he didn’t know what to feel. He pushed Sirius away for a second time that day, both their breaths coming in uneven.

“No” Remus breathed out, shutting his eyes tightly.

“No?”

“Yes, no… I can’t… what were you thinking?”

Sirius looked both hurt and surprised but Remus wasn’t concerned about that, he was more confused than anything and also there was the almost unbearable pain in his hip.

“I- well you were being cruel and this is the only way I knew how to shut you up effectively”

Now it was Remus’ turn to look hurt, he pushed Sirius again with more force than before. He brought his head back down and refused to say another word.

“Remus”

Nothing.

“Remus”

He shut his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep again.

“I’m sorry”

“Remus, I’m really sorry”

“I know I shouldn’t have said that”

“I did want to kiss you, I also wanted you to stop being mean”

“Come on Moony”

Remus’ eyes shot open at the childhood nickname. “Leave me alone Sirius, I’m tired and sore”

“Are you cross?”

“With you?”

Sirius hummed in response.

“Yeah but mainly cause I’m tired”

“Oh, I’m sorry”

“Just stop talking”

Sirius did just that. Remus felt bad though, he very carefully and hesitantly moved again so that his head was on Sirius’ lap. “I’m sorry for being a dick” he whispered, eyes closing again.

“I’m sorry for not thinking before I speak” came Sirius’ soft reply.

Remus felt Sirius’ fingers move through his hair tentatively as if he was uncertain whether or not this was allowed. “No, I’m being a moody git, all hot and cold on you”

“I couldn’t blame you for it”

“Well you should”

Sirius didn’t reply and Remus remained on the side that didn’t hurt him, facing away from Sirius and towards the telly.

[ohallthecrushes]

Arthur Fleck’s hands

A/N: I don’t know what that is. Headcanons or a love letter to Arthur’s hands. 🤷 Just imagine he’s touching you and you go... ooh, wow!

Feedbacks appreciated. ;)

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Arthur’s hands.

They are everything.

They’re big, blue-veined and scattered with lines and sun spots. Even though they’re worn out and look rugged, his touch is very soft, very delicate, almost like you are being touched by a ghost of future promises or a spirit so translucent and gentle that it could make you cry if you let yourself think about it more.

His fingers are slender and smooth. The way they’re holding a cigarette, the way they’re tapping at a table when he’s thinking about jokes, the way they are inside you when you’re lying in bed with him... It’s like he’s painting something everytime he’s brushing his fingers over a surface.

He holds your face when he kisses you. He holds your hands when you’re outside. He holds your hands when you’re inside. Every chance he gets to entwine his fingers with yours, he takes.

When you’re comfortable in his arms and you’re both kissing, he likes brushing his hands over your body. He starts with your face and neck and slowly moved to your back, pressing  his hands onto your lower back to bring you closer to him. As you sit in his lap, his hand smoothly moves across your thigh. He never fails to give you shivers. And the fact that he’s so unaware of that, makes him even more attractive.

He likes to think that he makes you more real when he’s touching you. He likes to think that your touching is healing and his is as well. He likes to think that his hands are magical and (they are) that you are as starved of his touches as he is starved of yours.

He likes to think that your body is a piece of art to worship and he discovers it everytime all over again.

He likes when you’re making love to his hands and climax on his fingers buried deep inside you.

He doesn’t like to think that you’ll ever get bored of his touches or him in general. He sometimes can’t help and let himself down with those thoughts, but he doesn’t like to think about it.

He’s addicted to touching you and as silly as he thinks it is, he knows that if he ever lack of physical contact with you, he will wilt like a flower.

The same with you, little does he know...

He is careful with his touches. He treats you as if you are a delicate and fragile porcelain doll that he has to protect and care for.

Sometimes you joke about it and you both laugh, but inside he takes it seriously.

He was afraid of touching you stronger, with more pressure, with more confidence and desperation, when you two began dating each other. You had to teach him what was ok and what was not.

He barely really did anything that was not ok or wrong. In fact sometimes he was so anxious and afraid, that he barely did anything to you. You had to reassure him more than a few times before he began to feel comfortable with his own needs.

His hands are something you like to play with when you sit with him on a couch, watching tv.

You caress the outer of his rough hands, brushing over his veins and edges, counting every mark, every spot on his skin, fondle his fingers one by one, massaging them gently after a tough day at work.

He appreciates that as everything you do for him.

You love when he taps your nose with his index finger in a playful manner. You love when he shyly takes your hand to hold in public. You love when he brushes his thumb over your lips with love after you sucked his dick. You love when his hands are cupping your breast and your face. You love it even when he holds a pen or a cigarette.

His hands just play a big role in your relationship. They make love to you, they help you with reaching for something on a higher shelf, they ground you when you need it, they hold your face when you kiss, they pinch your nipples and being rough with you if you want to, and they brush away tears on your cheeks when you’re sad and upset.

They are everything.

[bbelphie]

AGGHHH! That Barbatos he was great!!! Since we’re on the topic of side characters we obviously want to date, would you be willing to do more hc of Barbatos, Diavolo, and Solomon? NSFW or SFW?

both? both.

it looks like i went a little too much on about diavolo’s hcs, didn’t i? jehdjdj that’s because i wanted to talk more about him, he has so much i want to discuss (solomon too, he has suspicious™️ vibes)....... but let’s keep it short while my creativity still lasts for my others precious boys.

barbatos

like i said before, barbatos will remember the little things you tell about yourself like no other. every time he does something for you in base of the small information that you don’t even recall saying to him, it warms your heart and you can’t help but smile, making him proud of himself for a trait he didn’t really minded before. so it’s like a self esteem boost for him he didn’t even know he needed.

he’s very dedicated to to your relationship. he knows he can’t be around all the time but that makes your time together even more special. that’s why he doesn’t deny displays of affection in public, although likes it better when you’re in a secluded place, when the touches linger on his skin for more time.

he’s all in for cuddles with you. it may take a while to get him comfortable with it but he warms up soon, nevertheless.

[NSFW] good job kisses are a thing with you two. they’re soft and quick, leaving a trail of longing after you’re apart. when barbatos spends his rare days off with you, these kisses take an unexpected turn, becoming breathtaking and making you unable to open your eyes for a few moment afterwards.

it leads to a makeout session that releases all the stress of not being intimate with each other for so long.

make note that barbatos misses you greatly, so he can’t help but imagine about it and when the times comes, he takes his duty of pleasuring you very seriously. however, being a teasing bastard it’s a part of his personality, only brought to the world to the people he’s close with. that being said, keep in mind that you’re in for a long night.

precise touches and observant glances. he will be storing in his memory every corner of your body for better exploration. soon enough, he becomes an expert in making you see stars as a punishment for making him feel like he does about you.

he prepares you for him so you don’t get hurt. yeah, his teasing may be endless but it’s for a reason, the only thing he’s not is careless. your well being is a priority and he handles it well.

diavolo

you all know he’s the next in line for the throne of the devildom, and that’s for a reason. not only because of his father, but the power diavolo can radiates that makes people kneel for him.

a less metaphorical way of saying this is that he’s a powerful and influential demon. almost an idealist, he has his ways on how to make things work to acquire peace between the realms. the student exchange program was one of them, and he’ll destroy everything that comes his way as a obstacle to that. (sobs about the last chapter,,,)

however, diavolo has a heart with good intentions. he loves and expects the best of everyone in the devildom, including you. he just didn’t expect to feel so strongly about you in a short period of time.

he doesn’t consider it as romantic love at first, but knows you’ve gotten a special place in his heart. it’s when his thoughts always lead to your smiling face that makes him seriously think about it. why is he thinking about you so much? it couldn’t be really love. is it?

before he decides to confess to you, he analyzes his situation: the next demon king, busy trying to mend the bond between the realms, there’s still the ones against him, considering diavolo an enemy, and many others issues. he starts hesitating, but every doubt goes away the moment you say his name. diavolo quickly tells you about his feelings, before having second thoughts about how you’ll be reacting to it.

a competent and reliable lover, diavolo listens to your troubles and tries to be always there for you. doesn’t shy away from being affectionate, he loves feeling you close to him. your happiness is one of his main concerns, it’s safe to say he’ll treat you like a king/queen. (well, you kinda are....)

respects your wishes, and is always putting you first, even in the bedroom. knows he’s strong and enormous, so is very careful about how to touch you. kisses also are meaningful to him, and his heart beats happily everytime he gives you one, being it soft or rough.

[NSFW] has a LOT of self restraint, and treats you like you’re a fragile porcelain doll. that mostly is because he’s aware of your human mortality and doesn’t want to hurt you in any way. so a better term for sex with him is lovemaking for it’s slow and sensual. if he ever increases his pace is because the pleasure is too much and he needs to achieve his release fast.

moments like those will leave you sore next morning. it’s not his purpose for doing so — in fact he feels guilty and will definitely pamper you for the rest of the day — diavolo just can’t help but gradually lets himself lose some control he has, pounding deep into you while he’s overtaken by his instincts. nevertheless, he express his love for you in any way he can as long as you’re comfortable with him.

solomon

now this one is another tease. ever since you met solomon he never faltered on making you flustered. even if you don’t get along at first, you end up hanging out together since you are the only humans in the devildom.

are prank dates a thing? because you had that even before developing feelings for each other. friendship with solomon is so chaotic, he has a way of bringing you with him to mess with someone, normally luke.

also damn have you seen solomon’s cape? it’s fucking beautiful. and he lends it to you whenever you’re cold. things like this makes it looks like you’re a couple in everyone else’s eyes. which you disagree firmly, while solomon’s enjoying watching you stumble upon your words denying it.

when you get mad at him for not helping you clear the misunderstanding, he just says he doesn’t cares. but maybe he does. maybe, he actually likes this idea. so, after some thinking, he invites you on a date. (but you wouldn’t know it’s a date.)

the moment someone calls out on how cute you two are together, solomon instantly agrees with them before letting you speak anything. then, he proceeds to tell this person about every little thing he adores about you, while his arm goes resting on your waist.

when you ask about how he acted afterwards, he will smile softly and just say that he was telling them the truth. he loves everything about you, even the things you don’t like about yourself. this begins to look like he’s admitting his love for you, and solomon doesn’t mind a bit.

after that, your relationship isn’t much different from the time you were friends, but know there’s more touching and teasing. you do so much more things together, you name it — going out on dates, teaching you magic spells, tickle fights, eating together and the list continues going.

he likes giving you forehead kisses. he shamelessly implied it’s a good luck charm. truth be told, he just likes kissing you. your forehead, top of your head, your cheek, the tip of your nose, your neck, and his favorite: your lips.

[NSFW] as i said before, he’s a tease, but also adores when you tease him back. it becomes kind of a competition of making each other horny and the one who gives up resisting loses. and it’s really hard to make him lose. even if you or him loses, the competition stops mattering after you kiss. so much raw emotion is built up during the day and released at night, or even on the late afternoon if one of you gets impatient. nevertheless, nights likes these are the cause of sore legs and bruised lips in the next morning.

if you don’t think he wouldn’t elaborate your private times with magic, you’re extremely w r o n g. motion binding spells, aphrodisiac spells, spells that restore your stamina and many others. it’s always a surprise when solomon makes sex with you. of course he only tries them with your consent but it doesn’t get less thrilling.

enjoys overstimulation on you. maybe is asmo’s influence, but knows sensitiveness makes the pleasure 100% stronger. so there’ll be eating you out and fingering you for some time before he finally enters his length inside you. that’s you don’t need to worry too much about the wait, he makes sure to be all worth it.

[nastybuckybarnes]

French Fries

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky X Omega!Reader X Alpha!Steve

Summary: Being a pregnant Omega isn’t exactly a walk in the park. And when your mates become too much to handle, you lose your cool, letting them know just how unreasonable they’re being. And now they’re determined to make it up to you.

Warnings: Language, Minor Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: I love a/b/o. Might make this a mini series but idk

MASTERLIST

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Being an Omega is hard.

Being a female Omega is even harder.

Being a pregnant female Omega bonded to two crazy alphas is probably the hardest thing you’ve had to deal with in your life.

You love your alphas to bits, but at times they can be a little overbearing.

“(Y/n)? Where are you, sweetheart?” You pinch the bridge of your nose as the pups inside of you squirm and kick, excited to hear their father’s voice.

“I’m in my office, Steve. Where I’ve been for the past four hours.” He pops his head through the doorway and smiles, the smile fading as he sees what sits on your desk.

“Honey, I thought we told you nothing too high in salt!” You glare at him. “But I wanted fries!” You exclaim as he picks up the box of deep-fried goodness.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay? What’s happening?!” Bucky runs into the room, a spatula in his hand.

“You let her go get fries? Buck, we’ve talked about the diet she has to stay on!” You pout in your office chair as the two of them argue.

“I never let her go get that! I wouldn’t! I know how important proper nutrition is during pregnancy. Well, based on what I’ve read, anyway.” Steve sighs and rubs his temples. 

“No more junk, (Y/n). No more going for walks by yourself, no more staying up super late, and no more work. You need to relax. The babies are going through crucial development right now and they need you to stay healthy and relaxed.”

A growl rips out of your throat and you spring off the chair as fast as you can, glaring at your two alphas.

“No! This is my pregnancy, my body, and my pups! If I want to go for a fucking walk because the air in the apartment makes me sick, I’m gonna fucking do it! If I want to eat pizza and pickles or ice cream and chips, you can’t fucking stop me! If I want to continue doing my goddamn job, I’m gonna do it and there’s nothing you can do about it! This is my pregnancy and I’m having fucking twins, and you two are acting like I’m a fucking porcelain doll. I’m not!”

They’re taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“I’ve been walking on fucking eggshells around the two of you. If you weren’t so caught up in being a textbook good parent, you’d see that you’re being shitty mates right now! Yes, I know I should be asleep at three in the morning, but does that mean my fucking children will sleep then? No! I’d much rather have you comforting me than telling me what the fuck to do all the time. Stop treating me like I’m a goddamn child!”

You storm past them as angrily as you can with your large bump, grabbing your jacket, hat, and mitts off of the couch and opening the front door.

“Don’t even think about asking me where I’m going. Don’t call, don’t text, don’t follow me. I need a break from you two because you’re fucking suffocating me! When I get back things have better be changed, or else I’ll spend the last few months of my pregnancy away from the two of you. Understood?” The two alphas stand dumbfounded by the door, nodding their understanding and genuinely afraid of you.

You’ve never really shown them how much what they do is bugging you, and now they feel like absolute shit because you’re one hundred percent right. They’ve been so caught up trying to be good parents for their unborn pups, that they’ve been neglecting their duties as your mates.

Determined to fix things, they discuss how the Hell they’re gonna make it up to you.

~

You walk around the quiet neighbourhood around your cozy house, hands shoved deep in your pockets as you think about everything you impulsively yelled at your mates.

You couldn’t help the sudden onslaught of emotions; it’s part of the pregnancy.

You rub your stomach gently, trying to calm yourself down enough to think about having a civilized conversation with either of them. You know you’re not in the wrong here.

Well, maybe you’re a little in the wrong, but they’ve been totally one hundred percent unreasonable.

Not once have you gotten to actually enjoy your pregnancy. You’ve been too busy looking over your shoulder making sure they’re not about to jump down your throat for some stupid reason or another.

After about a half hour more of walking, you head home, determined to make yourself a mug of hot cocoa and ordering some nice pizza. Or Chinese food. Whichever you’re craving more when you get home.

~

Your alphas watch as you walk into the house, slipping out of your winter boots and hanging your outside gear up in the closet by the door.

They say nothing as you make yourself a mug of hot chocolate, their eyes on your body as you bustle about in the house. When you finally sit down on the couch, a few take out menus in your hand, they approach you.

Steve takes a seat on the wooden coffee table in front of you, bring your feet up into his lap and massaging them while Bucky sits beside you, trying to take little whiffs of your scent.

“We’re so sorry, Omega. You were right. You aren’t as fragile as we’ve been treating you. We haven’t been letting you do anything you want and that’s not fair of us. So for the next little while we’re gonna be letting you do what you want, so long as it’s not dangerous or anything like that.” You look over at him then down to Steve, trying your hardest not to cry.

“I just… this is my first pregnancy. And I’m sorry for yelling and everything but a couple of French fries aren’t going to be the end of the world. You guys… I don’t know. I just want us to settle down a bit. I know you guys are nervous, but imagine how I feel! I’m carrying our pups inside of me and I’m growing in ways I don’t want to be and I’m getting chunky in all the wrong places. My back hurts and my boobs are tender and I can’t sit down without feeling like a manatee… and on top of that, I have two crazy protective alphas who aren’t giving me space to breathe! I just-” you stop and take a few deep breaths.

“I‘m growing people. Inside of me. So I’d like it if you guys could calm down a little bit. Please.”

The two of them nod, Bucky ducking his head to nose at your bonding mark.

“We will. We promise. We’re sorry for being so… horrible. Looking back I want to punch myself and Bucky for the way we were acting. We were hardly treating you like a person and we’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

You raise your eyebrows at Steve’s words.

“Anything?” You ask, your voice low. “Anything,” they both whisper, kissing your skin wherever they can. 

You smile wickedly and nod.

“Bucky, go down to the bakery around the corner and pick up some fudge brownies, and Steve, go get some pizza from that place that we always get from but makes us feel horrible for eating. Also, a milkshake and a jar of pickles. Pronto.” They laugh and each kiss your lips once.

“You’re a handful, omega,” Bucky says while grabbing his coat.

“Yeah, but you love me.” They both nod, smiling at you.

“Yes, we do.”

~*~ Fin

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[i-stan-nct-and-satan]

Taeil’s Yandere type

Trigger warning: It’s yandere so i’t gonna be abusive.

Taeil is the type of Yandere to treat his s/o like a literal doll. He worships you and he can’t believe you’re his. He adores everything about you. Your hair, your skin, your lips, everything. He would never dare to harm you physically because he wouldn’t do anything to risk marking your perfect skin. He wouldn’t harm you, but he knows that you are too pure to allow you to be tainted by the cruel outside world, so don’t even think about leaving the house.  

Taeil would be an atypical captor. He wouldn’t lock the doors. Instead, he would emotionally manipulate his lover by slowly convincing you that you are unable to do anything on your own, even little things like getting dressed on your own. His s/o would become so dependent on him and become completely convinced that the world outside their home is filled with dangers. He would treat you not as if you were a child, but as if you were a fragile piece of glass.  

Taeil loves to dress you up in feminine and frilly dresses. Even if your style was never really feminine, you loved how he made you feel pretty. So, when he says he wants to see you in the pastel nightgown he bought you, you say yes.  

Taeil is the type to have cameras all around the house, but not to make sure you weren’t trying to leave, but just because he is so obsessed with you that if he ever is forced to part with you, he would still be able to see his perfect porcelain princess (porcelain as in perfect skin, not necessarily white skin).

Taeil wouldn’t mind if his lover were not a virgin before they met. He wouldn’t think any less of her because he knows that without her past, she wouldn’t be the girl he fell in love with. That doesn’t mean he is ok with the idea of anyone but him ever having you again. During sex, Taeil is talented but careful. Forget hickeys, the one time he accidentally left a mark on your neck, he freaked out. He couldn’t forgive himself for causing the imperfection, even long after the mark had faded. He is gentle, but always manages to bring you to unimaginable highs. Rough sex is never on the table and asking will only cause him to doubt his ability to shield you from a world intent on your corruption.  

“Let me get that for you. No, I’m serious. My pretty little doll shouldn’t carry something so heavy. You might trip and bruise yourself. We can’t have that, can we? In fact, you shouldn’t be walking this much at all. You might over exhaust yourself. You’re fine? Nonsense. I will carry you back to our room. I won’t allow anything that could bring you harm. You’re too perfect and people want to destroy that perfection. You’re safe here, with me. Only I can keep you stay safe.”

[thaticychica]

Love, Guns and Roses (Mafia AU!) Chapter 1

Summary: After your mother passed away, your father wasn’t able to pay his debt and you were forced to marry the son of the NCT clan’s boss - Kim Do Young, in order to make up for your father’s mistakes. And now you’ll have to deal with your future husbands and the NCT clans business. 

Genre: ...angst, I guess?

Words: 2.3k

„I know I am probably the last person on earth you want to talk to right now, but we have to get going soon.”, a deep yet soft voice spoke when a man opened the door of your bedroom, while watching you from afar.

“I’ll be ready.”, you said, your back facing him.

How pitiful you looked – all curled up in your own yet so unfamiliar bed.

Your bedroom was filled with darkness, not even the slightest ray of sunshine to be seen.

Your hair was a mess, your eyes puffy and your face wet from all the tears that were rolling down.

“Okay… We’re leaving in about half an hour. Meet me at the entrance.”, he half-whispered, glancing at your fragile form one last time, before closing the door – leaving you to your somber bedroom and loneliness.

You took a deep breath and sat up, taking in the room, that was going to be a part of your new life.

You looked to your left, where a sinfully expensive, long dress hung on a hook attached to your new closet and then down to the floor, where a pair of fancy high heels stood, waiting to be worn – “those are going to kill my feet“, you said to yourself.

If you were to determine the worst day of your entire life, it would surely be this one – Today.

Not the kind of “ugh-this-is-the-worst-day-of-my-life-day”, no this is literally as worse as it gets.

>>>      //         Flashback       //

“Why would you do that to me, dad?!”, you almost broke down in tears every time you opened your mouth, trying to protest.

“Darling, please listen to me. Look. I know it’s unfair and I am sorry, that you have to make up for my mistakes, but we do not have another choice.”, your dad said trying to soothe you somehow, when he saw your puffy eyes.

“Dad. Please don’t make me do that. Please don’t make me marry him!”, you begged him for what feels the 100th time today and that’s the exact moment you felt your tears finally rolling down your rosy cheeks.

“I am sorry, I truly am. But if you don’t marry him, they will have no mercy. They might even kill me and do even worse things to you.”

“Why can’t you just pay him the money back somehow!? Ask for more time!”, you tried to argue, even though you knew it would be no use.

“I already did that one too many times. You know the NCT clan’s reputation, you know how much of a big deal they are. They are the most powerful Mafia Clan.”, he was right.

The NCT Clan was one of the most powerful, influential and biggest Mafia Clans. Nobody who was right in their mind would try to mess with them. There were only few Clans that were nearly as mighty and feared as the NCT Clan. 

A Clan feared by most of the other Mafia Clans, as they were known as merciless and cruel. Many of the other Clans tried to compete with them, attack them or even destroy them but all of them failed.

There is only one Clan, that’s considered as equal – the EXO Clan.

Both the NCT and the EXO Clan have many allies however they also have just as many enemies, who try to hunt them down.

Due to the enormous rivalry between the NCT and EXO Clan, both of them have the exact same goal: To annihilate the other.

The mutual desire to destroy each other has led their simple rivalry to a kind of domestic war – a war of the naughty yet subtle kind.

Your family was merely a small yet well off Mafia Clan – you were just little fishes in a big sea full of sharks.

Your childhood was fulfilling – you had everything you desired and even more. A beautiful, big house, a maid, thousands of dresses and so many toys, you could barely count them. Your family and your parents showered you with love – there was only one thing that you’ve longed for more than anything else.

A normal life – visiting a school, having friends you could hang out with afterwards and everything else that comes with it.

Instead you had a home teacher and some cousins your age that would come by every few months. As years went by, you’ve learned to accept this way of life – at least you had your loving parents.

However, the day your mother died in a horrible car accident, everything went wrong – your family went bankrupt, your father became more careless with the little money you had left and here you were.

Forced to marry some strange son of a Mafia-Boss you’ve never seen in your life, sold to the NCT Clan, like a cow back in the days.

“So you really want me to marry some strange, old man!? Someone who probably killed a whole lot of people!? You seriously want your only daughter to spend the rest of her life with a murderer!?”

“I know you’re scared. If I were you, I would be too. But I met Do Young. He is a really nice, well behaved and honorable man. He will treat you just right, I promise. Also, he just turned 23, so he isn’t even that much older than you.”

“Dad! I am 18 years old and I’ve never even been in a relationship, because you…Wait. Did you… No way.”, the moment you heard yourself speaking these words out lout, it felt like everything you believed in fell apart in this very moment.

You finally realized it.

You finally understood. You finally saw everything clear.

All these years your father kept you from having contact to the outside world.

He isolated you completely, as if you would break if anyone touched you.

Like a porcelain doll.  

But it wasn’t because he was afraid of you getting hurt.

It was because he promised the innocent you, to a son of a Mafia-Boss in order to pay back your father’s debts.

“Darling, please. It’s not what you think it is… I am sorry…”

“Please tell me you didn’t keep me isolated from the outside world, because you promised them, that I would marry their son, when I turn old enough to get engaged.”, even though you already knew his answer, you couldn’t help but asking – not wanting to believe your father would do something this unfair to you.

“Please, forgive me. I was so scared, you were so young and your mother… Your mother objected this plan of mine, nonetheless I was able to convince her. I really thought I could pay him back before you were going to turn 18 and I made her believe me... When your mother died, we didn’t have any money left to pay the funeral and I again borrowed money from the head of the NCT Clan…”

“So, you purposely locked me up at home all my life!? And even worse – you made one of the most important decisions of my life, instead of letting me decide who I want to spend the rest of my life with! Shouldn’t you, as my father, want me to marry someone I love!?”, you still couldn’t believe any of this – it’s like the man you knew, isn’t the same man standing right in front of you.

“What I wish for you or you wish yourself don’t matter anymore! You need to understand what’s important. And right now, your only priority should be your and my safety! This is not something you or I can argue with – the decision is made.

You are going to marry Kim Do Young – or else we both are dead! That is my last word.”

>>>      //        End of flashback        //

After you had change into your new, glamourous dress, fixed your face and hair, you took a last deep breath, while starring at your reflection in the mirror.

You were brought to the NCT Clan’s mansion this morning – your father didn’t even bother to escort you there – you were all by yourself, when one of the NCT Clan’s guards led you to the Boss’ office to introduce you to the Boss himself and of course – your fiancé, Kim Do Young.

And to officially announce your engagement to all of the Mafia Clans, a celebration party was going to be held this evening – they clearly weren’t planning on wasting time.

You took small steps, going down the hallway – as if walking slowly was going to change anything.

You could see Do Young standing at the entrance – wearing a luxurious, black suit.

He did look stunning – as much you hate to admit, you couldn’t deny it.

He was handsome, tall, well built and unlike his cold and stern gaze – he had the most beautiful and cutest eyes you’ve ever seen.

As soon as his ears registered the clicking sound of your high heels on the floor, he lifted his gaze and he spoke: “You’re here. You look beautiful (Y/N)…”

“Thank you…”, you mumbled shy, unsure whether he was being sincere, or trying to be polite. Anyway – how could he say that so casually even though you literally just met?

This whole time he acted like this was no big deal for him.

“This guy is Johnny– he is my and from now on also your personal bodyguard. He is of our most talented and loyal men. I trust him with my life and that is why I entrust him with the duty to protect you.”, he explained pointing at the extremely tall man next to him, while Johnny gave you a heartwarming and bright smile.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N). I know this whole situation must be terrifying and confusing but being a part of the NCT Clan, isn’t as bad as you probably think. You’ll see.”, Johnny spoke with reassuring words and somehow these words seem to be calming to your fragile heart, you just couldn’t suppress the subtle smile forming on your lips.

“Wow – look at you. So you actually cansmile, little lady.”, Johnny teased, while knocking his elbow against Do Young’s shoulder.

Before another word can be spoken, the loud sound of the horn of the luxurious limousine in front of entrance gate made all of you jump.

“Well, it seems we have to get going.”, the giant laughed, while turning around to make his way to the car.

While Do Young only nodded, you lower your head – the nervousness slowly overwhelming your body.

“Let’s go (Y/N).”, Do Young announced while gently reaching out for you to take his hand, like a real gentleman.

You immediately complied to his action and took his surprisingly warm, soft hand and like this he led you to the black limousine.

After helping you to climb into the car, he took the seat next to you and soon you felt the car starting to move.

The first few minutes of your drive, no words were spoken and both of you were staring outside the windows. With every little stop, your heart beat faster, in fear of finally arriving at the party – every single of the most powerful Clans were invited.

Every ally. Every enemy. A herd of dangerous men were going to be there.

Were you really going to survive this party?

“You remember the plan?”, Do Young asked, breaking the silence.

“I do. I only speak when somebody is specifically talking to me. No sharing of personal information. And most importantly – nobody is allowed to know about our ‘arrangement’.”, you repeat the rules the Boss of the NCT Clan taught you earlier today.

“Good. What else?”

“Also, we have to act like we’ve known each other for a long time. Act like we’re in love, right?”

“Basically, yes. And in order to make people believe us, I… need to touch you, somehow. Like holding your hand or waist. We’ll also need to kiss at least once – I am going to warn you though before I do anything.”

“Okay…”, you gulp nervously, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Do Young – he was sensing anxiety this whole time.

He knew you’d be scared of everything going on and scared of him – after all you’ve never been in a situation like this and you didn’t even know him one bit.

You were all by yourself when you arrived – shaking like crazy and he saw your eyes brimming with tears. And he just felt so bad for you – you looked so fragile, so small– it made him wanting, to protect you even more. Even though he wasn’t comfortable with this arrangement at all, he was more concerned for you. 

Imagining how lonely, hurt and afraid you must’ve felt…

When the car came to a final halt, Do Young took the chance, to tell you everything, he’s been wanting to tell you.

“Listen (Y/N). I don’t want you to be scared of me. I have no intentions of harming you in any way. I am not the kind of man who gains joy out of hurting or abusing women. I know, right now, you have no reason to trust me in any way. You don’t know me, I am just a stranger to you and on top of that, I am the son of a cruel Mafia Boss. But I want you to know, that I want you to be safe. That is why, I need you to tell me whenever you feel unwell, if someone tries to harm you or if you feel scared. Can you do that? Will you try to trust me?”, somehow his words made you feel better. So much better, so much safer.

Although barely know him, you were able to feel the sincerity in his words, his eyes and his gestures.

Maybe he lied to you, maybe not.

Maybe you were naïve, maybe not.

Maybe you were just so incredibly desperate to have someone by your side, maybe not.

Anyways you were going to try.

“…Okay. I’ll try, Do Young. I’ll try to have trust in you.”

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...so this is my very first mafia AU! and also the first writing I ever uploaded here. I hope you guys like it :))