#drawings i ended up hating . like even with some that were an absolute pain in the ass to draw they turned out so cooollllll

[klonoadoortophantomile]

okay fuck it actually heres a drawing from the other day

[ooffmlsorry]

OP Men When You're Injured

Context: I don't mean mortally injured, I'm talking something not too serious that kind of inhibits your movement like a broken bone or recovery from a surgery

Law, Kid, Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Law

A/N: can we get a little commotion for this gif tho?? Why is he so perfect?? 😭

Law as a doctor is perfectly normal about your injury. He knows with some rest and eventual rehabilitation you'll be just fine. No big deal.

He makes sure you're healing well and comfortable, like he would with any patient

Law as your boyfriend is different.

In the case of an injury with no risk of infection, he'll press a kiss to it. Yes, like he's kissing your boo-boo 🥹

Law does not leave your side. He is your shadow. Where you go, he's right beside you or at the very least in the same room as you.

At first he deadass tries to convince you he's not lingering at all and he's the same as he always is.

But you both know he's lying. He practically moves his office wherever you decide to be for the day.

He can't help himself. What if you fall? What if you reinjure yourself? He's so pressed about the worst case scenarios, and given his past, can you blame him?

He quietly grumbles and pouts about his own "irrational" behavior because he knows in reality you can absolutely go about your day. You're a little slower but you're fine. But he just can't let you. As soon as you start to struggle, he's right beside you offering to help.

If you're aggravated by his hovering, he's twice as annoyed by it. He's literally so frustrated with himself lmao, you might end up having to comfort him instead.

Even if he complains (is it really complaining if he's actually happy lol) you're happy because all this extra time around you makes him extra affectionate. Law snuggles close to you, justifying his closeness by explaining how physical affection can lower cortisol levels.

KID

Oh Kid smh 😔he has no idea how to treat you so he just decides to behave like everything's normal lmao

Legitimately though, even if a inanimate object is what caused your injury, he's destroying it. Just out of pure fury that you were hurt.

He'll huff when you fall behind or have trouble doing something, but he just can't leave you to suffer

He's a man of action lol so he'll probably end up doing things for you just for efficiency sake. You're walking too slow? He picks you up. Can't grab or hold something? He'll do the whole thing for you and next time you try to do the same thing you find he's made something to make it a lot easier for you while you heal.

Anything you need to assist you he'll happily build.

If you have a cast or anything like that, he's gonna draw all over it (honestly, the whole crew will. You're gonna have the most bad ass cast ever)

He absolutely calls you a baby for wincing or complaining. He doesn't mean it...mostly.

If he's not keeping an eye on you than Killer is.

It's not like he's worried or anything! Fuck you for saying that!! He just doesn't want to hear or see you whining and complaining. It's annoying. Okay, sure Kid.

He genuinely hate seeing you in pain though, even if it's just wincing it reminds him of losing his arm and he never wants you to experience anything close to that.

ACE

Ace is your little emotional support boyfriend...or maybe it's the other way around 🤭.

He'll curl up at your side while you recuperate and completely dozes off.

He takes looking after you very seriously and asks Marco lots of questions, even if there's not a whole lot he can do.

He doesn't pity you, but he does feel really bad. Even if it was just an accident, he hates seeing you limited in any way.

He might accidentally treat you like you're made of glass.

It's just because he cares a lot, and he really doesn't want anything else to happen to you.

Every single morning he wakes up and asks how you're feeling or if you're in any pain.

There's a lot of people on the Moby Dick and accidents happen all the time, so don't be surprised when he literally clears a way for you to traverse around the ship.

I'm not saying he's impatient buuuut he will definitely glare at whatever part of you is injured and say, "Jeez, can you heal up already?"

He gives you space, but only if you ask for it. He just doesn't want you to feel like you're ever in this alone.

LUFFY

Luffy is neither patient nor gentle lol but he's extremely loyal

He'll goof off and continue to go on adventures, but he's not gone for long

Even his crew is surprised when tells them he's not going to get distracted because he knows you're back on the Sunny waiting for them.

He's always bringing cool things back to you since you can't do as much as you usually can. Just because you can't be right beside him doesn't mean you have to miss everything.

God bless him he's gonna try to bring you some meat so you'll heal faster 🤭.

He'll absolutely forget you're injured at some point and probably tackle hug you.

The last thing he'll let you do is stay cooped up in bed unless Chopper insists that you have to. Even if you need to rest you can do it right next to him on the head of the Sunny, right?

Exactly like Ace he's going to frown at whatever part of you is injured and say, "Jeez, can you heal up already?!"

He gets whatever you need and probably overdoes it. Need a glass of water? He just straight up brings you the whole barrel.

More is better! Besides, you need to hurry up and get better!

ZORO

He's not worried. He's so chill about it, actually. ...Until you start to move around.

The way he switches up is laugh worthy. He goes from nonchalant to overprotective in an instant.

He practically holds his breath as you make your way around the Sunny, watching you like a hawk.

Admittedly, he does tease you a little. He'll grab things for you, but hold them out of your reach or call you a little turtle if you move slower. He thinks it's very cute hehe.

For better or for worse, Zoro's not a hypocrite. He won't hound you to take it easy if you think you're up to a task. Even if Chopper really wishes he would.

He still won't leave you though, unless you're resting and stationary, he's by your side.

Zoro is your attack dog boyfriend. There's no way anyone (*ahem* Luffy) is fooling around too close to you. There's not going to be a chance you could get hurt more or reinjured.

When you're alone he checks in with you to make sure you're okay, not because he's shy about being soft in front of people but more so to protect your privacy.

He kind of likes doing extra things for you, he won't say it out loud but it makes him really happy when he can do things while you recover. He considers taking care of someone he loves to be such an honor.

SANJI

Unless whatever injured you is vitally important (e.g. the Sunny), he's kicking the shit out of it on principle because how dare anything even dare to hurt you lmao

Are you surprised that he dotes on you hand and foot? You shouldn't be.

I think it also goes without saying he is cooking you best meals.

They're gonna have to tie him down when it comes time for your rehabilitation because he wants to do everything for you.

He's such a sweet heart! He leaves you little messages like "you're doing great!" and "I love you!"

Literally this man lives with you on the ship and he still got you flowers, a get well card, and a little stuffed animal like he's not going to see you every single day

He loves carrying you (as long as it's Chopper approved). He's beaming down the sunny with you in his arms.

He makes the cutest little picnics so you can eat comfortably

Sanji's also an emotional support boyfriend lol. In between cooking for the crew and other duties, he's curled up right next to.

He might coddle you a little too much but it's just because he loves you so so so much

[aceyogurt]

Technical difficulties

Pairing: ex Vox x reader

Content: jealous Vox, fluff, implied sexual content, SFW

Summary: You and Vox have been apart for some time now, but after hearing you might be with someone new he pulls some strings…

You had originally broken up with Vox due to how busy he was as an overlord along with his dramatically high ego. Which as you can guess he wasn’t exactly content with your actions. Originally he swore you off saying he didn’t need you and even though you knew he was just mad, you’d be lying if it didn’t hurt. But after that break up things became incredibly awkward..

It was especially awkward because, technically you still work under him due to a contract. Which wasn’t ending anytime soon… To your surprise though he didn’t pull any strings to make your work more painful then it already it was.

Well that was until he heard rumors that you might be sleeping with another actor you met on one of your recent sets…

After that you’d been assigned to x10 more projects then you’d been used to absolutely exhausting you. And that coworker of yours was fired due to unknown reasons. And haven’t been responding to your calls.

This extra work load meant much more press conferences and interviews, and the one you had today you weren’t excited for. Why? Because it was Vox’s show, Vox was interviewing you. And boy you were praying he wouldn’t make things weird. I mean he cares a lot about image so surely he’ll be appropriate… right?

You get the recording studio and see Vox speaking to Valentino in the corner of the room, trying to ignore them you make your way to the food display, which had an assortment of treats you enjoyed.

After around your fourth strawberry tart a voice speaks from behind you causing you to jump. “You keep eating at the rate you’re going, you’re going to get sick on set.” You didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Vox. You roll your eyes and respond back to his comment.

“I’ll eat as much as I’d like, thank you very much. And if you didn’t want me to be eating you should’ve chosen different snacks” in response he just chuckles putting a hand on your shoulder. “Well I guess you’re right, we’ll start in five.” And before you could get comment in he walked off to deal with other affairs.

Your eye was already twitching you knew you were going to hate every second of those interview…

You sat across from Vox in a loft chair that was thankfully comfortable. The tape starts rolling and you hear his signature intro start playing.

‘Welcome to the show’ ♪♯

Vox had his typical smile as he starts the broadcast. He introduces you seemingly normal and began to get into the interview wasting no time. “Let’s start off easy, how have you been?”

“I’ve been well, been busy recently.” You say with a slight jab that only he would notice, and you know he does as he attempts to cover up a laugh with a cough. “So I hear, hopefully not in an exhausting way.” He says as if he’s not the one who assigned you this shit, and knowing you’re exhausted. You nod and decide to play his game back, crossing his arms. “Well it’s certainly keeping me on my toes, luckily I have a lot of good co-workers to keep me sane though.” You say purely to get a reaction out of him.

And man were you successful, he’s smile is strained and you can see him fisting his hand from what you were implying. “Well isn’t that lovely.” There was an akward silence before he spoke again. “Well how about we play a game yeah?” The rules of the game were fairly simple you guys draw a challenge card and if you fail to complete it in the given time the other person gives you a consequence of their choosing.

The first few rounds went by fairly smooth, with nothing worth noting, you both had won your challenges so…. This particular challenge you weren’t sure you were going to win though… “Well what’s the card say” Vox chimed in since you hadn’t read it aloud yet. “Eat a cherry pie in under 60 seconds” now this would probably be possible for you, if you for a fact hadn’t ate six strawberry tarts right before this. You already could feel the sickness you’d get from all these sweets. And from the grin Vox had you figured he already knew that.

Not even twenty seconds into the challenge you forfeit not wanting to throw up, you wipe your face with a napkin as Vox speaks about your punishment. “Well seeing you failed to complete your card that means I get to choose a punishment for you right?” He ask as if he hadn’t already planned out what he was going to say. You groan annoyed nodding as you just want to get this over with. “Just say what your thinking already”

He laughs “well, we all have heard the rumors about you and a certain someone getting together… mind telling the audience if what they say is true?” You should’ve known he’d ask about this, of course he would. Instead of looking at the camera you’re now looking at him. “Well normally I wouldn’t share private relations but, I suppose this case is an exception. Me and the person you’re referring to aren’t together nor have we done anything together.” You say unwillingly, see Vox had obviously been paying attention with every interaction you had with this co-worker since the rumors spread and he wasn’t able to fully get ahold of your guys relationship because, you made sure to hide as much as possible.

Now that you admitted that there was nothing between the two of you though another question rises into Voxs mind ‘why be so secretive’ this question though he didn’t want to ask publicly…

The talk show ends shortly after and you thought you were done dealing with Vox. Yeah no, around 30 minutes after the show Vox calls you into his office, which you reluctantly tend to.

“You asked to see me?” You say praying he wasn’t going to bring up what you think he was. “You know I was thinking, you say you didn’t have a relationship with him. But you took so many extra steps to hide from my view, which I can only see you doing if you’re lying about not having any kind of relationship… unless of course there was another reason?” He speaks so obviously full of himself. You bite your tongue in annoyance.

“My relationships and how I protect them are none of your concern Vox” he laughs, like genuinely laughs. “Good one, but we both know why I’d be interested to keep tabs on you guys, now tell me, why’d you do it…” he pauses being a lot closer then he should be to you, he leans down meeting your eyes. “Because if I’m being honest the only theory I have is that you wanted to get my attention”

You try your best not to react but of course your eyes avert his gaze. “Why would I even-“ his voice gets a lot more serious but still egotistical, “if I’m wrong all you have to do is say so” the room goes silent.

“Thought so” he says pleased with himself, you were pissed. And as he turns around he adds one final comment, “I’ll be free tonight”

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AARON HOTCHNER

ᥫ᭡ a joyful future

a criminal minds big family!au where aaron gets the love and security he deserves.

ᥫ᭡ agents and asphodel

you hand in your resignation to the BAU.

there is no fanfare, no warning. one minute you’re there, and three weeks later, you’re gone, ousted at the insistence of strauss. but an unknown past holds the key to your personal horror story, one that you thought ended years before and is back with a vengeance — one set on taking you far, far away from the people you call your family.

ᥫ᭡ of terrible coffee and late-night rides

he watches you. maybe the two beers are going to his head, despite his infamous reputation as a heavyweight — all he knows is that his eyes follow as you slip through the crowds, sending beaming grins to some people you know from the office, and... you don’t know, do you? you don’t know how you make people feel. how you make every person you lay eyes on feel like they’re the only one you see; like they’re one in a million. important. you capture their attention with just one look and you keep it, too. you never go away — you burrow yourself into his brain and make a place for yourself there and—

their brains. that’s what he meant.

or: moments throughout your relationship with one aaron hotchner.

ᥫ᭡ moments

agent aaron hotchner, your boss, absolutely hated you. he was suspicious of your true intentions. but you were determined to prove yourself to him, no matter how long it took. or— the long, painful, winding road it takes for you and aaron to get your happily ever after.

ᥫ᭡ intelligence & issues

you’ve been working for the BAU for almost a year now. you know how you feel about your supervisor, but you also know it’s a lost cause. when the next case the BAU is assigned takes the team to your hometown, will it bring the two of you closer, or rip you apart for good?

ᥫ᭡ a hard day’s night

after graduation from the FBI Academy, all new agents go through a year of new agent training before becoming official agents of the bureau. by some stroke of luck, you get assigned to complete your training with the department you’ve always wanted to join— the behavioral analysis unit. you signed up for a year of profiling, case work, and catching serial killers, but you’re in for more than you could ever dream of…

ᥫ᭡ wanna be yours

professor hotchner’s criminal law class has a reputation. professor hotchner has a reputation. on your first day, you manage to draw his anger. he seems to hate you. what happens behind closed doors... that’s a different story.

ᥫ᭡ accidents

as the newest member of the BAU, you had nothing but professional respect for your boss, ssa aaron hotchner. sure, he was an attractive man, but your mind had never strayed even close to considering him as anything more than a capable and accomplished unit chief. this changes drastically through a series of “accidents” and in the end, there is nothing professional about your relationship anymore.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ SPENCER REID

ᥫ᭡ 3

is it okay to do wrong things for the right reasons? they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions (feat. unsub reader). this is not a love story. there will be no happy ending.

ᥫ᭡ phoenix

it’d been 10 weeks since spencer died in your arms. at least, that’s what you thought. (rewrite of the emily/doyle arc with spencer taking emily’s place)

ᥫ᭡ be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

“i love you, i love you,” he murmured between pecks. tangled in the sheets, his long arms still enveloped your form as he peeked up at the small clock on the bedside table behind you, a heavy sigh promptly escaping his lungs as he read the time, “but i really gotta get up and go to work…”

ᥫ᭡ here to misbehave

spencer spots you at a nightclub and quickly becomes smitten. only problem is he’s an FBI agent and you’re under 21.

ᥫ᭡ domesticity

reader gets worked up watching spencer with kids. he notices.

ᥫ᭡ santa’s gift

reader asks her husband what he wants for christmas.

ᥫ᭡ sunscreen & statistics

reader asks for spencer’s help putting on sunscreen (and washing it off after).

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AEGON II TARGARYEN

ᥫ᭡ when the world is crashing down

your family is house celtigar, one of rhaenyra’s wealthiest allies. in the aftermath of rook’s rest, aemond unknowingly conscripts you to save his brother’s life. now you are in the lair of the enemy, but your loyalties are quickly shifting…

ᥫ᭡ north to the future

the year is 1999. you are just beginning your veterinary practice in juneau, alaska. aegon is a mysterious, troubled newcomer to town. you kind of hate him. you are also kind of obsessed with him. falling for him might legitimately ruin your life… but can you help it? oh, and there’s a serial killer on the loose known only as the ‘ice fisher.’

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AEMOND TARGARYEN

ᥫ᭡ the pawn in every lover’s game

when you’re ten, your father sends you to king’s landing to befriend a princess and woo a prince. a lioness growing up amongst dragons is a dangerous thing indeed.

ᥫ᭡ children of the empire

you are the eldest daughter of rhaenyra, princess of dragonstone, and twin to her heir, prince jacaerys. when your younger brother assails your uncle in a childhood squabble, your grandsire, the king viserys, offers your hand in marriage as payment for aemond’s lost eye. plighted in a match that is beheld by many and desired by none, you find yourself alone in a nest of vipers, forced to watch as your mother and the queen maneuver and vie for influence within the court and the realm. despite your youth, fears, and insecurity, you know you must apply your will and wits to one claim or another, but this choice becomes more and more difficult as you find yourself further entrenched within the family who would see your mother and siblings fed to the flames.

ᥫ᭡ studious

your marriage to the one-eyed prince is not as romantic as you hoped. the wedding night is beyond awkward and confusing, and afterward, your husband seems more than content to ignore you. but you keep finding yourself drawn to him, and the strange way he makes you feel.

ᥫ᭡ to make them love me (and make it seem effortless)

you clutch the collar of his shirt. “why do you want to marry me, aemond?”

he looks down at you, and his hands twitch by his sides, no doubt wanting to feel your warmth permeate through your clothes. he can feel your heart hammering underneath your ribs, and he’s sure that if you slide your hands lower, you could feel his racing similarly. your body melds so perfectly to his, and you breathe in sync, as if engaged in a dance of their own. every molecule of your body thrums to life underneath his fingers, every second that passes between you is charged with a tension that threatens to push the both of you over the precipice, and still you do not see.

he hates that, even with one eye, he does.

you await his answer with bated breath, but he sees the way your eyes briefly flicker down to his lips.

ᥫ᭡ take me to the lakes (where all the poets went to die)

you and prince aemond hadn’t seen each other for years since you left the red keep. now, you’re back.

ᥫ᭡ comet donati

sex, drugs, boy bands. you are a kinda-therapist recruited (via nepotism) to help comet donati through a recent crisis. things are casual with aegon, very not-casual with aemond. loosely inspired by one direction.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ JOEL MILLER

ᥫ᭡ i know it when i see it

it’s the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. you fled your suffocating small town to make dirty movies in the big city. you’re paired with joel miller for your first scene.

pornstar!joel miller AU

ᥫ᭡ allowed to be happy

while snowed in on a scouting mission, you tell dina the story of how you and joel met.

ᥫ᭡ mercy.

in a dog-eat-dog world of sliced throats and broken bones in exchange for primal survival, begging for mercy should have been the very last resort.

especially when a certain survivor was holding you at gunpoint.

ᥫ᭡ mr. rattlebone

settled in at jackson, joel and reader avoid their feelings for each other for their own safety.

ᥫ᭡ guard duty

guard duty was absolutely the worst, you thought to yourself with a bitter sense of resolution, but at least it meant some peace and quiet. the watchtower was set directly above the main entrance gate to jackson, a closed off wooden structure with stairs leading to the inside and an outer catwalk circulating it.

sometimes, the town could get on your nerves with how full of life and bustling it seemed to be; but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. that sort of thing was a hidden oasis in a world like this, almost too good to be true, and you knew you were lucky to be part of it, even if it meant never ending guard duties at the early hours of morning, when the sun still wouldn’t be out for quite some time.

you sighed again.

“if you sigh one more time,” joel muttered in a monotonous voice, “i swear, i’m gonna throw you outta this window.”

ᥫ᭡ too early, too cold

early mornings are always slow, specially during winter.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ BELLAMY BLAKE

ᥫ᭡ sub rosa

it’s easy to think that you’re swimming in the sky. floating with the stars, weaving between them, part of the sky, the way you always dreamed you could be.

or, a clarke griffin!twin, bellamy blake x reader rewrite for the 100. complete.

ᥫ᭡ in this new light

slow, soft and sleepy morning sex.

ᥫ᭡ pretty fixation, wicked temptation

you and bellamy had spent a one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep. a century of not touching each other catches up to both of you but finding somewhere to satiate your urges undisturbed is quite difficult. maybe a new planet will be just the place. but first, what’s a little challenge to heighten the tension?

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A C C E S S G R A N T E D. . .

ultr4vjolence © 2023 .ᐟ

[poisonlove]

i hate you!¹

I still hate you… but less.

4:35 PM

It was only 4:35 PM when the principal's verdict had hit us like a bolt from the blue. After the heated argument with the unbearable Jenna Ortega, we were forced to stay at school for an extra two hours. But the worst part? It wasn't just for one day; it was for an entire week.

"I want to die," I sighed. My elbow rested on the desk, my head propped up by my hand as I watched the clock tick away the time.

Our Science teacher shot us a stern look. "Absolute silence, please. I'll be back at the end of detention," he warned, making it clear that any infractions would lead to further penalties. "If you attempt to escape, the detention will be extended by a week, and if you argue, another hour... understood?"

"Mmm-hmm," I muttered with boredom, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Miss Ortega, did you understand?" the teacher turned his attention to the source of my frustration.

Jenna was sitting three desks away, her back against the wall, and from my vantage point, I could only see her profile. Ortega had her legs up on the table and earphones in her ears. It was as if she had erected an invisible wall between us, a clear sign of our tension.

"Ortega!" the teacher scolded with annoyance.

Jenna removed her earphones. "Yes, I understood," she replied through gritted teeth, clearly fed up.

"And remove your feet from the table," the teacher added with exasperation.

Jenna complied, and the teacher gave us one final glance before leaving the room.

I decided to pass the time by pulling out my notebook from my backpack, along with a pencil, and started drawing whatever came to mind. The punishment felt endless, and I needed something to distract myself.

As I drew, I scrutinized Jenna's profile more closely. She was clearly ignoring me, with earphones in her ears and a body posture that sent a clear message: she didn't want to talk at all.

My attention focused on her face, noting her upturned nose, heart-shaped lips, and slightly hollowed cheeks. But what struck me the most were her eyes. They were a deep brown, with long lashes framing them perfectly. They were physically flawless, and they captured the attention of anyone who gazed upon them.

My pencil began moving on the paper almost instinctively, creating lines and shadows that took shape. The graphite flowed on the page, delineating every detail of her brown eyes. Each individual eyelash seemed to come to life, capturing the imaginary light reflecting in her real eyes. It was as if I was trying to capture not only the physical appearance of her eyes but also the essence of what they might hide behind that distant expression.

I stuck out my tongue with a slight smile as I continued to draw, this time focusing on Jenna's eyebrows. She raised an eyebrow with confusion and shot me a glare, clearly feeling my gaze on her.

I increased the pressure on the pencil, creating heavy and precise lines as I outlined the curves of Jenna's eyebrows.

"What a pain," Jenna muttered and then stretched, yawning slightly.

In that motion, she lifted her hoodie slightly, revealing her perfectly flat stomach. I felt a bit embarrassed and quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks flushed, continuing to draw while only looking at my notebook. I had gotten the sketch I wanted, and now I wanted to fully concentrate on my work, trying to ignore the distractions around me. The tension between us was still palpable, but at least my drawing was taking shape as I desired.

This bitch has some nice facial features, despite being so insufferable I thought with a wry smile.

Her beauty was undeniable, even though her attitude was anything but amiable. It was a contradictory thought, but at least it helped me focus on my work and set aside the tensions.

"I must say I was wrong; you don't draw that badly," a voice murmured beside me.

"What do you want, Ortega?" I asked with a sigh, not in the mood for an argument.

Jenna had placed her hands on my desk, her head close to mine as she closely examined the contents of my notebook. Her breath was very close to my ear, her hair gracefully falling over her shoulders.

"Nothing from you, just the least I can do is see how you draw, considering that my eyes are on that notebook," she confessed in a bored tone.

The desire to draw faded.

Jenna, with a quick movement, sat in the desk next to mine. "Not drawing anymore?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No, I feel a terrible presence by my side... very annoying, I must say," I muttered with faux irony.

Jenna burst into laughter.

"I don't understand why you've become so unbearable, you know?" I asked sincerely. "I remember that we were very close friends as children," I mumbled distractedly, smiling at the memory.

Flashback:

I was a little child using colored pencils, trying my best to color a car printed on a piece of paper.

"Wow, you're really amazing!" a voice came from my right, and I smiled when I saw a girl looking at my drawing.

That girl was completely covered in marker stains and seemed quite clumsy. "Can you teach me?" she asked with bright eyes. "Of course," I muttered absentmindedly, and the girl sat down next to me.

"I'm Jenna," the girl said with a big smile. "Y/N," I returned the smile. "I'm sure you and I will become great friends," she confessed, clumsily coloring the sheet.

"The best!" she added quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it over her lower lip.

"We're friends because I'm helping you draw?" I asked, intrigued and a bit confused.

She tilted her head to the side, looking at me curiously. "Isn't that what friends do?" she innocently asked.

End of the flashback.

The reminiscence of those happy moments with Jenna filled me with warmth, but at the same time, it made me feel the sadness of time passed and friendships lost. It was a missing puzzle piece that I had forgotten, and now I held it in my hands, hoping it could help resolve the current situation between us.

Jenna's fingers snapped in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Everything okay, weirdo?" she asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, pain in the neck," I muttered absentmindedly.

"Ugh... what can I say? Those were good times," she smiled, eliciting a faint smile from me.

"Do you remember the times we used to play Romeo and Juliet?" Jenna asked with a smile on her lips.

I chuckled, nodding. "How could I forget? You dressed me up as a prince and said we had to get married," I confessed, making Jenna blush.

"And that time I broke my arm falling from the tree?" she asked, amused.

"I'm sorry about that, it's my fault the ball ended up there," I admitted, remembering the moment when Jenna had tried to catch the ball thrown too high, ending up falling and breaking her arm.

"We were friends... for how long? 7 years?" I asked uncertainly.

"7 years and 4 months," Jenna murmured, surprising me.

"Can you explain why you've become like this?" I asked curiously.

Her smile faded. She crossed her arms around herself, almost embarrassed. "Do you really not remember?" she asked in a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"No," I honestly replied.

"And if I tell you... 'monkey arms'?" she asked, making a grimace.

I widened my eyes in realization.

I couldn't believe it... Jenna had become so unbearable because of a comment I made when we were 12 years old. We were in the gym, ready for our physical education class.

"Hey, Jen," I called my best friend.

Jenna turned toward my direction, looking at me with a smile on her face and bright eyes.

"Tell me," she asked, adjusting her short-sleeved shirt.

"Have you heard the new song 'Dance Monkey'?" I asked, barely holding back my laughter.

"Yes?" she asked unsurely.

"With those arms, it's definitely your song," I exclaimed, making the girls in the locker room burst into laughter.

I was clearly joking. But Jenna looked at me with flushed cheeks and teary eyes, grabbed her hoodie, and rushed out of the locker room. That moment of light teasing had a much deeper impact than I could have ever imagined.

"Oh, crap," I looked at Jenna with wide eyes, incredulous.

"You made my life impossible because of a comment from when we were kids?" I asked, unable to believe it.

Jenna shrugged without thinking, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Because of you, I'm still afraid to wear short sleeves," she confessed.

I analyzed her outfit again: an oversized hoodie that completely covered her arms.

"Damn... Jen, I was just joking! I didn't mean to cause all this drama," I muttered absentmindedly, taking her hand to uncover her arm.

"What are you doing?" she asked in panic.

"Showing that you look amazing regardless," I muttered absentmindedly, trying to address her insecurities.

Jenna blushed, and she seemed almost on the verge of a panic attack. "See?" I asked with a nervous smile.

I ran my fingers along her arm, feeling like a complete idiot for making this girl feel bad for years. I had never thought that such a joke could ruin a friendship.

Jenna broke free from my grasp and got up from the desk, seeing that the science teacher had returned to the classroom, ending our punishment.

"See you tomorrow, loser," Jenna muttered, a small smile on her lips.

In the end, now I knew why Jenna detested me so much. In the end, the responsible, clueless idiot was just me.

[ang3l-fac33]

I have a request for a singfic with Lucifer and either a male or gn reader who’s a lounge singer who works at the hotel. They have been dating for a bit but the relationship is still kind of new so Lucifer tries to still hide his Depressive episodes from the reader because he doesn’t want to burden his partner. The partner can always tell when he’s having one though and wants to console him that it’s okay for Luci to open up to them.

One day during a particularly bad mental day for Luci where he’s scared the reader will realise how much better the reader can do then him and leave him, and the reader uses their singing as a means of quelling those fears and that they aren’t going anywhere and are more then happy to help him during his Depressive episodes because Luci’s their partner and they want to take care of him and support him.

I recently came across a song that makes me thing of this scenario called “Someday” sung by Spencer Day particularly the end when he sings about how he’ll be there for Luci for eternity and he hopes Luci will realize this someday. I wish I could link the song but I don’t really know how to link music.

lucifer x male! singer! reader. (always and forever)

genre: hurt/ comfort, fluff.

—

lucifer sighed as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, gazing over at the stage where you often sung from where he sat at the bar, which was all the way on the other side of the room.

he wasn’t drinking anything, just sitting there as he watched a crowd form by the stage. the hotel had managed to get quite a crowd tonight which was pretty impressive due to the hotel’s reputation.

you were really talented in the singing genre so he wasn’t all that surprised that you managed to draw in such a large amount of people, wether they chose to stay at the hotel afterwards or not.

husk had left his position some time ago, leaving lucifer by himself with just his self deprecating thoughts. it had been a hard day for him and all he wanted to do right now was to curl up in your arms and cry.

but he couldn’t do that.. you deserved so much better than him and his pathetic self. all he was waiting for was for you to realize it and dump his sorry ass. he was nothing compared to you. you were smart, beautiful, kind.. he could just go on and on.

and what was he? absolutely nothing. the status of king of hell didn’t really mean anything when he did nothing with it. he felt like no king, just some sad and pathetic man. you’d see that at some point and he was dreading it.

the sound of soft music beginning to play snapped him out of his own hateful thoughts, and his eyes were once again brought back towards the stage where you now took place in, looking as beautiful as ever.

some sinners clapped while others whistled, and you smiled kindly as you picked up the microphone and began to sing, making the sinners pipe down to listen. your voice was as angelic as ever, so very soft and gentle. it was enough to soothe even the restless of sinners.

a stab of pain hit him in his chest as he watched, feeling absolutely terrible. the thought and sight of seeing so many sinners be enthralled by your voice alone, maybe even your looks. he knew that sometimes you would get offers from others to take you out, rather it be a restaurant date or to simply take you home.

but for some reason you never did. you always declined, saying that you had a partner already. but someday you would find the right one, someone way better than him and run away with said person.

you continued to sing even when you’re eyes locked on lucifer’s from across the room. your smile instantly brightened as you gave him a wink, still singing.

he cringes, not wanting you to see him when he felt like this. he often tried to hide how he felt but for some reason you were too good at spotting out when he was upset. he just wanted your eyes off of him for tonight.

he gave a half hearted and slightly pained smile in return before looking away, aware of your lingering gaze as you continued to sing. damnit, he totally gave himself away. he already knew you knew he wasn’t doing good just by his forced smile.

panicking, the only thing he could think of was to run upstairs and to his room, which he proceeded to do.

—

your smile immediately faded from your lips as you saw lucifer run upstairs, and an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. you paused the song, making the sinners watching grumble in confusion and anger.

you ignored the confused chirping of the sinners below and headed off the stage and up the stairs. you could hear charlie, who had been watching, call your name, but you paid no mind. your only focus was seeing what was going on with lucifer.

—

lucifer groaned to himself as he flopped down on his bed, putting his face in his hands. why did he react like that? why couldn’t he have just smiled and moved on. now you were going to be worried and would waste time on him.

tears welled up in his eyes, and his bottom lip trembled. he hated how he was about to cry over something like this. it was pathetic, the king of hell in his room crying? what a joke. it was just another reason why he was afraid you would find so much better.

suddenly there was a soft knock at the door, startling lucifer out of his spiral. he wiped the upcoming tears from his eyes and scrambled off the bed, all while trying to make himself look as presentable as possible.

with a deep breath he opened the door, putting on his best charming smile as he could. but.. it immediately faltered when he saw who was on the other side. a flash of panic crossed his face, and his body tensed. what the hell? he wasn’t expecting you to chase after him!

you stood there, arms crossed, a stern yet worried look on your face. “luci..” you began in a much softer tone than the look on your face, stepping forward. he inhaled sharply and looked away, feeling the familiar sting in his eyes start up again.

“yes, darling?..” he spoke, his voice a bit wobbly. he was once again trying to hide how upset he was, but as always you could see right past it. “shouldn’t you be singing right now? you never got to finish your song, aha..”

you remained silent as you took another step forward, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek. lucifer inhaled sharply, and he had to resist the urge to lean into your touch. after a moment you sighed.

“let me in, please?”

lucifer bit his lip. he knew that if he let you in he would end up breaking down, because for some reason you always had that affect on him. but how could he say no to you? you were always his sort of weakness.

so with a sigh, he stepped aside and let you in. you hummed as you walked deeper into the room, settling yourself on the edge of his bed. “..do you want to talk about it?” you asked quietly after a moments silence.

lucifer moved to sit next to you, but made sure to keep his distance. “it’s just that..” he cuts himself off with a sigh, trying to figure out what he even wanted to say. there was a lot of things in his head right now.

you gave a gentle smile and rested your hand on top of his, letting him know that you were going to be patient and listen to whatever he had to say. and that’s what seemed to finally make him outwardly break.

in an instant the tears he had been holding back finally fell from his face and down his eyes, his breath hitching. you drew your hand back with a look of surprise, but was quick to pull him in your arms.

you gently stroke his hair soothingly as he cries into your arms, letting him get everything out. “i’m scared that you’re going to find someone better than me and then i’ll be all alone again.” he finally admits.

this made you pause, your body tensing. you knew that he went through these bad depressive episodes but you never knew this is what he thought.. you were quiet for a few seconds, just sitting there as you thought of what to do. you wanted to reassure him, to be there and make sure he knew you would never leave.

“it’s a shame that my love won’t come, so you.” you began to sing, your voice soft and comforting, something that got lucifer’s attention instantly.

“tender words keep you running away.” you sing softly, wiping the tears from his eyes with your thumbs. he sniffles, looking up at you, making you smile.

you pull him even closer, and lucifer instantly melts into your hold. your singing mixed with his horrible day was making him quite tired, and he had no energy to protest.

“it’s a shame no one ever told you, but i hope you believe it one day. because you shine like the stars in the evening, and you’re as soft as the break day.”

lucifer felt emotional all over again but in a good way this time. he hadn’t recognized the song, but the sweet and tender words were enough to bring tears back to his eyes.

you stroked his hair gently, closing your eyes as you continued to soothe your upset partner. “its a shame that you don’t see it, but i hope you’ll believe it someday.”

as you continued to sing the rest of the song lucifer grew more and more relaxed in your arms, listening to your angelic voice, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. he didn’t even realize that you had finished the song until you spoke in your normal voice.

“i’m never going to leave, luci. you’re the only one for me. i love you dearly.”

lucifer suddenly felt a wave of calmness wash over him, almost as if all his fears and worries vanished. it was a little startling, but not unwelcomed. the tears had long dried on his face, and his tense body had relaxed.

you had switched to humming now, watching as lucifer slowly started to fall asleep. “i love you..” the king of hell mumbled, looking up at you with tired but loving eyes.

you smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “i love you too.” and with that, lucifer had fallen asleep feeling loved and comforted.

you knew that the people downstairs would be pissed that you just left mid song, but you didn’t care. they could wait a while.

[gizmo-writes]

hostage situation | spencer reid

warnings: being held as a hostage, guns, shooting, yelling, crying, miscarriages and bleeding

This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. You had it planned, a cute date night, maybe some movies, finish the night off with a surprise for spencer. But you should've known better, your plans never seemed to work out anymore. Always ruined by one thing or the other. And tonight it was ruined by the unsub Spencer and his team had been chasing.

You couldn't even cry at this point, tears all gone from the ride to the unsubs house. You were trapped in the trunk of a car, hands and ankles tied, unable to move. You cried and cried till the tears ran out. You were scared but part of you knew spencer would find you, he always did. He was always there, it was inevitable. So you knew he was coming, you just worried he might not be there in time. The trunk opened, revealing the unsub. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You groaned but let him drag you out of the car and onto the ground with a thud. You whimpered in pain but didn't protest. There was no point in crying, begging, pleading for him to stop. You had so much to live for yet you couldn't find it in you to beg. You felt that it was better not to, you didn't want to upset the unsub further.

He pulled you up, cutting the rope around your feet. He pulled the gun from its holster and held it to your back. "Walk," was all he said. You could see the house from a distance, you could see people inside. You didn't know where you were but you didn't dare ask. He walked, gun to your back and a hand on your shoulder. The two of you walked up to the door, "open the door," he said. You opened the door with a shaking hand. The unsub walked you into the house. That's when you saw them, the team. "Spence," was all you could say as you saw him. The team turned as the gun was put to your head. Derek and JJ were quick to draw their guns, directed at the unsub. "You wanted me, now you found me. Didn't you Spencer?" The man said. You hated the way he said Spencer's name, so full of hate.

"Just, p-put the gun down." Spencer said. It was like his life was flashing before his eyes. He'd seen this before, he'd lived this before. He couldn't let it end the same way. "Absolutely not!" The unsub yelled, his arm snug around your waist, squeezing you. "Listen, whatever you want.. I'll give you.. just don't hurt her." Spencer said, voice breaking. "Don't hurt her? Really? You're scared I'll hurt her, the only person I want to hurt is you," the unsub said. JJ and Derek were unwavering, guns aimed to kill. "Then take me, trade me for her," spencer said. The arm around your stomach tightened and you whimpered, it hurt, he had a death grip on you. "P-please stop, that hurts," you whispered, clawing at the unsubs arm. He didn't seem to care though, staring only at spencer.

"Why would I do that? She's the only reason I could get to you. All my messages, emails, you ignored them all! Why! Why did you do that!" He yelled. "I-im sorry, I don't use my email, I didn't know." Spencer said, trying to walk towards you but you were pulled back. "I'm tired of the excuses!" The unsub yelled. "Listen, why don't you put the gun down and I'll listen. We can talk, you can tell me everything you want to tell me." Spencer said. "No, no, you won't listen." The unsub shook his head. "I will, i promise." Spencer said but the unsub wasn't pleased.

You were sobbing down, the arm around your stomach was too tight and it started to scare you. You were clawing at his arm for dear life. Your stomach started to hurt and it scared you, terrified you. "P-please don't do this, please." You cried. "Shut up!" He screamed in your ear and you cried. "Put the gun down now!" Derek yelled. "You don't understand what it's like to be ignored, to be taken for granted. You ignored me Spencer, all these years, you ignored me!" The unsub was growing frantic. There was a sharp pain in your stomach, making you cry out. You were struggling to stand now, struggling to keep balance. You doubled over in pain and that's when JJ shot, hitting the unsub perfectly between the eyes. You fell along with the unsub, holding your stomach in pain.

"Y/n," spencer ran over to you, getting down on his knees beside you. He knew you weren't shot but he didn't understand what was wrong. JJ and Derek went to the unsub, derek kicked the gun away and JJ checked his pulse even tho she knew he was dead. You couldn't speak, writing in pain. The only sounds that left your mouth were whimpers and sobs. "S-spence," JJ said, looking at you. Spencer looked where JJ was looking. You were bleeding, why were you bleeding. "Y/n, whats happening?" Spencer asked, he couldn't put the pieces together but JJ could, she had it happen to her to once. She ran to your side, turning you on your back. "Y/n, are you pregnant?" She asked. Spencer's face fell. You nodded, clutching your abdomen. "We need an ambulance!" JJ yelled. She grabbed your hand, holding it tightly. "It's okay, it'll be okay," she said, pushing hair from your face as you squeezed her hand and sobbed. Spencer couldn't move, he was staring at you in horror. You were pregnant and he didn't even know..

[c0stass]

Right now, you're feeling helpless...

Content warning: bondage/dominance,  rough sex, aftercare, sadism, masochism, teasing, cussing, dirty talk, pain, nsfw, 18+, mark hoffman x reader, p in v penetration, possible cnc??? Literally just straight up porn w little context bc i can't write anything else lmao.

It is currently Friday night. You're alone on your bed, waiting on your partner to get home. Working late again, investigating the latest Jigsaw murder. He has to pretend he isn't the one who set it up, and its getting more difficult for him to fly under the radar. You'd peeked in his drawer earlier in the day, the drawings of it made you feel some type of way. There was something about how the person was suspended that made you feel hot. 

All you are wearing is a thin tank top and some black underwear. You laid back on the bed, closing your eyes as your fingertips grazed your nipples. 

Mark hated it when you did stuff without him there, but you figured he wouldn't be home for another hour or two. You are too excited for him right now to wait. He hates it, but you love it because he would always be so rough with you. And he was so good at it. 

Lifting your tank top with one hand, your other hand moved down your body and rested between your legs. You've just barely started to think about him, but you're already getting so wet. 

You pull your panties off and drop them on the floor next to you. Then your tank top. Closing your eyes and moaning softly, yearning for him to pound you as you slide your fingers in between your soaking wet lips. You didn't even hear him come in or notice him standing at the foot of the bed, watching. 

"What the hell is this?" He asks. 

Your eyes snap open and you gasp, quickly pulling your hand away from between your legs.

"Mark! I-" 

"You couldnt wait for me to get home, could you?" 

His shoes, jacket, and tie were already off, and he's working on unbuttoning his shirt. 

"I wasn't expecting you for a couple more hours, and I just couldn't wait!" You stammered as he quickly finished getting undressed. 

Like lightning he climbs on top of you, pinning you down. He was already rock hard and throbbing right against your sensitive clit.

"I don't care, you wait for me," he said, shoving his thick cock deep inside you. You cry out in pleasure.

His hands are wrapped around your wrists tightly, holding them on either side of your head. His knees holding your thighs down. You are sure to have bruises later, but you dont care. His hips are resting against yours, and he is deep inside you. But not moving at all, chucking as you struggle against him and whine, desperate for just a little friction. He just smiles down at you, absolutely loving seeing you like this. As he bends down pushing his bare chest against yours, he growls in your ear 

"Right now, you're feeling helpless."

Every one of your nerve endings is hypersensitive. Between the sharp pain in your wrists and thighs, and his warm skin against yours, and let's not forget the feeling of his lips grazing your ear slightly, you can't help but let a moan escape your lips. In response, he nibbles your earlobe gently.

Mark isn't just teasing you, but himself as well. More than anything the man wanted to just fuck the hell out of you until you couldn't walk. But he is quite enjoying how needy, desperate, and defenseless you are.

"Mark... please... I need to feel you..." You whine. Feeling him throbbing against your walls wasn't enough. He hasn't moved at all except to shove himself inside you, but you could already feel a pool of wetness collecting on the blanket under you.

He moves your arms over your head, crossing your wrists and holding them with one hand. His other hand made its way to your neck, his fingertips squeezing on the sides gently but firmly.

"How does this feel," he growled softly, his deep voice in your ear making you shudder.

"Fuck.." You gasp. 

He leans into your chest again, tightening his grip on your wrists but letting your neck go as his other hand slowly travels down your body. Breathing heavily into your ear as his rough hand cups your right breast. 

"You're so pretty," he whispers in your ear as he moves his knees off your legs. You breathe a sigh of relief because, though you didn't wanna say anything, it was actually pretty painful. You said nothing, not because you were scared of how he would react though. You trust Mark with your life. You just love how he has you pinned like that. And you know he enjoys it too.

Gently releasing your wrists, he tells you to stay put and to close your eyes. You do, and let out a noise that sounded like a moan and a whine at the same time as he gets off the bed, pulling his dick out of your dripping hole. The sudden empty feeling leaves you feeling needy as you hear a metallic clicking noise. You feel him pulling you up the bed, and more metallic clicking noises as you feel something hard and cold around your wrists. Opening your eyes, you realise he's handcuffed you to the metal bars of the bed frame.

You look at Mark, whose eyes are full of lust as he looks at you for a moment, just taking in the sight of you. Biting your lip and smiling, your eyes travel over his naked body. 

You aren't saying anything, but begging with your eyes. Taking advantage of that, he starts stroking his cock, still slick with your juices. Looking you in the eyes, he moans and bites his lip. 

You're struggling against the cuffs, moving your hips and opening your legs. Wanting him so bad, hating how he's teasing you, but loving it at the same time. 

Another moan escapes his lips as you stare at him, your pussy is twitching watching him stroke his thick cock.

"Mark," you moan, pleading, "please..." 

"Mmmm y/n you sound so desperate.. I love it." He spits on his hand and jerks his cock faster, looking at you. 

Feeling your juices drip down between your ass cheeks, you pull so hard on the cuffs you feel like they're going to cut you. Your nipples are rock hard and your pussy is throbbing, aching for his cock. You rub your thighs together, desperate for just a little stimulation.

"Tell me what you want," he groans, his voice shaky, still stroking himself.

"I want you... to fuck me...." You say. 

"Yeah? Beg me."

"Please... please fuck me...." You whine, wigging your hips.

"Mmm," is all he says in response. 

"Fuck me hard.. please... I need your cock," you cry out, barely able to take any more teasing.

"Not good enough." He smirks at you, loving hearing you beg. 

"Give me your fucking cock, Mark!" You yell desperately, like you're going to die if he doesn't fuck you. 

"Fuuuuck," he groans, gripping his cock tight, drops of pre cum starting to leak from the tip.

"Fuck you Mark, you're doing this on purpose," you cry, closing your eyes, the throbbing in your pussy becoming too much to bare.

In the 2 seconds that your eyes are closed, Mark is on top of you, roughly shoving his cock deep inside your needy cunt. 

"FUCK!" You yell, surprised, "fuck me, please, fuck me!" 

His hands are spreading your thighs apart, his fingertips digging into your skin as he thrusts himself in and out. 

He fucks you hard and deep, low groans emitting from his lips as his balls slam against you. 

"Oh my fucking god... Mark... I'm gonna..." before you know it, an orgasm rips through your whole body. Mark had you really worked up, but you weren't aware of how much until he was actually inside you.

But he keeps the same pace, acting like he didn't even notice your whole body shaking or you screaming in pleasure or your pussy gripping his throbbing cock tightly. He just gripped your thighs harder and kept going.

"Fuck yeah y/n, cum on my fucking cock," he growled, not seeming to be the least bit tired. 

A hand released your thigh only to squeeze your left tit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The hand slowly made its way to your throat again, as he slowed his pace. 

"Fuck," he moans, looking down at his cock, covered in a white fluid. Still pounding you, he leans over you kissing you deeply. You flex, tightening your pussy around his cock as your legs start to shake. 

"Goddamn!" He yells, pulling away from the kiss. Spitting into his fingers, he reaches down and rubs your clit. You moan loudly, feeling another orgasm approaching.

Pulling hard on the cuffs, you lose total control and scream as you cum, this orgasm more intense than the last one. Mark pinches your nipples hard. The pain mixed with the pleasure leaves you overwhelmed as you wrap your legs tight around him, trying to slow him down because you're too sensitive now. 

Reading your body language, he slows down. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, and he is great at reading you. He is a dominant sadist, but also quick to stop and comfort you the second you need it. 

He takes that chance to catch his breath as he slowly moves his hips back and forth. Your breath is shaky as you come down, your legs loosening from his waist and resting on either side of you.

"Do you want me to continue?" He asks after a few seconds, seeing that you've calmed down.  

You look at him, taking a few seconds to catch your breath, then nod. 

He leans forward and kisses you as he starts going a little faster, at first, then gradually picking up speed. 

"Fuck yes, mark don't stop!" You wail as he grabs your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back. He's fucking you so hard now that the bed frame is banging against the wall. 

"I'm not fucking stopping," he groans in your ear. You wrap your legs around his thick waist, raising your hips, taking in as much of him as you can.

"God y/n you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.. fuck..." he moaned in your ear. Even his voice makes you feel so hot.

"Fuck yeah Mark.. it's all for you..."

He puts his hands on the back of your knees, pushing your legs back. Your hips are raised and you can see his cock moving in and out of you. 

"Watch me fuck your sweet pussy..." he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

You closed your eyes, drowning in the pleasure, and he quickly grabbed your hair forcing you to look. 

"Fucking watch me pound your pussy!" He barked.

"Fuck.. mark..." You cried. 

"Cum for me one more time y/n.. you know you want to..."

He knows your one weakness, hearing him tell you to cum usually makes you cum. 

As he held your head with one hand, and your leg next to you against the bed with the other, you felt the orgasm creeping up once again. 

"Oh my god.. cum with me Mark... please... fill me up," you whined.

"Beg me," he said harshly, "beg for cum."

"Please give me your fucking cum mark.. fill me up... please..."

He fucked you harder and deeper, his hips slamming against the back of your thighs. 

"Fuck yeah y/n like that... fuck!" He hollered out. 

Your whole body shake as you had an orgasm way more intense this time as you felt his hot cum shooting inside you.

You scream his name followed by a string of cuss words as he thrusts deep a couple more times to get every last drop of his cum out. Breathing heavily, he released your leg and your hair, collapsing on top of you. 

"Shit, you're amazing," he sighs, kissing you deeply before reaching for the key to undo your cuffs.

You groan as you stretch your arms out, and he rolls over off of you. 

"Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing your wrists and thighs where he held you down. His fingers tracing the deep indents from the handcuffs, "I didn't mean to make them so tight..."

"Yes," you reply, rolling over to face him, "you know I don't mind when you're rough with me."

"Then maybe next time, I'll put you in a trap," he chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek.

"Hey now," you playfully smack his arm, "...maybe later."

You both giggle as you pull the blankets over your sweaty bodies. 

You cuddle into his chest and he kisses your forehead. Sighing happily, you wonder what he has in store for you tomorrow, as you both drift off to sleep. 

[cheolism]

where do broken hearts go

✧ kim mingyu x reader

✧ summary: another man's trash, another man's soulmate

✧ genre: friends to lovers, song-inspired, the pain of watching your soulmate cry over heartbreak

✧ notes: where do broken hearts go is one of my favorite songs ever and i couldn't help but write this while i was still in the groove of writing. the heartbreak is between reader and an unnamed man, none between mingyu and reader

✧ wc is approx 1.3k

mingyu remembered how you had looked when that man had rejected you. 

he remembered how at first you were confused; he was too. he was so sure the man would accept your flowers and offer. mingyu would have, after all. he had imagined it, before. he imagined it was him that you had picked out flowers for, but the difference between him and the man you were confessing to was that you knew mingyu loved chrysanthemums the best, whereas with the man thought having favorite flowers was silly.

your hands had fallen, the roses hanging loosely from your grip. you had watched the man walk away, eyes focused on him; mingyu had watched you. watched as your entire figure seemed to drain, all energy and life seeping from your body and leaving with the man. 

he remembered how you cried. god. mingyu hated it when you cried, even when it was 4 a.m. and you were crying at the 24-hour diner because you were drunk and had ran out of maple syrup for your pancakes and were convinced the waitress would hate you because you had to refill it. he hated it when you cried whenever you saw the end of toy story 3. 

he remembered how you cried. god. mingyu hated it when you cried, even when it was 4 a.m. and you were crying at the 24-hour diner because you were drunk and had ran out of maple syrup for your pancakes and were convinced the waitress would hate you because you had to refill it. he hated it when you cried whenever you saw the end of toy story 3. 

but fuck, he hated it with every fiber of his being when you cried from pain. hated it when you were seriously ill and had called him, sobbing into the phone; hated it as you cried over the toilet seat, fever raging through your body. hated it when you couldn’t help the little tears whenever the nurse had to draw blood. 

hated it when you pressed yourself into his chest, burrowing as closely as you could, sobbing as pain from heartbreak stabbed at you. 

mingyu remembered how he had wanted to punch that man square in the face; how he wanted to rewind time and stop you from ever meeting that son of a bitch. he remembered how he had wrapped his arms around you and hummed, letting you cry into his chest until your body sagged against him from exhaustion. 

“i thought -- i thought he liked me --”

he remembered how absolutely crumpled you were in the following weeks. it was as if the man had used you like a tissue, crumpling you up and throwing you aside. 

he remembered the way black constantly lingered beneath your eyes from lack of sleep. he remembered how you couldn’t look at flowers; how you turned down his attempts at getting you outside on your “friend dates”. mingyu remembered how you had whimpered that you shouldn’t be this distraught, that you should really move on. 

“it’s okay,” he had whispered. “he doesn’t deserve you. he wouldn’t have treated you right.”

“i don’t care about being treated right,” you had sobbed. “i just want to be loved.”

you deserved to be treated like a goddess, mingyu had thought. he still thought that. 

months later, long after the crisp air that had accompanied valentine’s day had vanished and was replaced by the humid summer winds, the man appeared again. 

the two of you were in a cafe. it was one you visited often, where the baristas all knew your names and orders. it was another date, and mingyu had you giggling at him as he frantically wiped up his spilled hot chocolate. 

“some things really never change,” you laughed. “and i guess one of them is your clumsiness.”

and then he had appeared, like a bad omen. he darkened up the cafe. you had glanced over at him, as if he was a magnet and you couldn’t help it, and mingyu wished he would’ve agreed to going to the movies like you had suggested. 

“oh,” you had gasped. 

“hi,” the man said, approaching the table. his hands were shoved into his pockets. mingyu didn’t want to admit that he looked good, but. he was clean shaven and strong and broad, and mingyu knew if he were to stand up the two of them would be the same height. “can we talk?”

mingyu straightened. he cleared his throat, and you finally looked back at him. “uh. actually --”

“i regret saying no,” the man rushed out, hovering over you. you leaned back. “i should’ve said yes. i thought i was too good for you, but fuck, i regret it. i’ve regretted it ever since.”

there was a moment of silence. “uh. listen --”

“give me a chance,” the man interrupted again. “please. i’ll treat you like a princess. like a queen.”

but they’re a goddess, mingyu wanted to snap. but this was your conversation to have, and he was going to stay out of it until you asked to help. 

“please. you don’t understand how heartbroken i’ve been over this.”

for a moment you were silent and still. mingyu wondered if you even heard what the man had said. and then you laughed. 

mingyu loved your laughter. he loved it when you were surprised by whatever comment someone made and a little snort escaped you. he loved it when you were breathless with it, trying to gulp in air. he loved it even when you let out a little bark of fake laughter whenever he made a bad joke, knowing it was because you didn’t have the heart to ignore him. 

this laugh was cold and mingyu knew that if it was directed at him he would’ve folded immediately. he would’ve gotten on his knees and apologized. he would’ve begged. 

instead he lifted up his drink and took a sip. 

“you were heart broken?” you asked, tone incredulous. “you? did you feel like you were led on for months? like the person you were talking to was lying about his feelings the entire time? did you feel like you were betrayed? humiliated?”

“listen --”

“no.” you stood, and mingyu hurriedly followed suit. you narrowed your eyes at the man. “you broke my heart and fucking stomped on it. you don’t get to come back and act as if i’m going to just open my arms wide and let you back into my life. you’re an ass. you deserve whatever lonely ass life karma is about to dish out at you.

“now,” you carried on, pushing your chair in. you tipped your head towards the door and mingyu, who was nothing but obedient, rounded the table and joined your side. “me and my boyfriend are going to go somewhere else to carry on our date.”

the man gaped, looking between you and mingyu. mingyu couldn’t help the satisfaction that bubbled up within him, and he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “kim mingyu?”

“i guess it really was a good thing you rejected me.” you leaned against mingyu, and he bent to press a kiss to the top of your head. “it helped me see what was right in front of me.”

mingyu tucked his hand into your back pocket as the two of you left the cafe, thumb hooking on the belt loop. you sighed, tipping your head up towards him. he swooped down and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“i really was an idiot,” you murmured, and you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “can’t believe it took me getting my heart fucking torn out to realize how much i loved you. i’m sorry it took me so long, mingyu.”

he shrugged. “we got here in the end, didn’t we? i would’ve stood by your side until the end of time. you know that.”

“still,” you said. 

it didn’t matter how the two of you got together, he thought. all that mattered was that the two of you found home in another another, loved one another as dearly as flowers loved the sun.

when you came to him crying, he opened his arms; when you were rendered immobile from the pain of heartbreak, when you were unable to move despite the thunder and pouring rain, he built a home around you with his two hands and vowed to protect you. and he would. 

and he will.

[kame-writes]

Concerning the media overlords au:

First of all: I love it! Thank you for sharing the idea with us <33

Second: Does Alastor live in the tower with the other Vees? And does Alastor still move into the hotel? If yes, on a scale of one to absolutely how sad/pissed/jealous is Vox after receiving this info?

3. I'd like to imagine Velvette's fingers are constantly itching to get ahold of that handsome deer man, who doesn't know how to dress himself properly or trendy, and give his wardrobe an upgrade. Could you imagine this happening? (Maybe with lots of alcohol involved. So that he would at least temporarily let her experiment with his clothes. Bonus points if she is able to take picture too. Vox would obviously make himself some copies for.. private reasons...) Do you see my vision?? Can you see it??

4. Can Vox convince Alastor to do more audio features within their network? Like podcasts or interviews and the like? Or are they just screams as well? (I recently discovered a podcast about cooking, where each week they talk about one ingredient and explain a recipe with it. I think this would fit Alastor's preferences very well.. tho the ingredients might not be as commonly used now that I think about it... anyhow... now I can't stop thinking about Hannibal and Alastor hosting a food podcast.. oops.. sorry, but not really)

5. You mentioned that Husk still works in his casino, if he isn't needed. Do you have any headcanons for Niffty's whereabouts?

Anyway that's all for now! Have a lovely day/night! <33

p.s. Sorry if this ask is intrusive. For some questions it's pretty clear that I've already imagined something for myself that may or may not fit with your vision of this au. If you feel like I overstepped, feel free to ignore this or send me an alastor_fuck_u. gif :D

Im am very happy to have questions asked! You have no idea how many ideas i have and dont know what to do with xD

I'd love to see other peoples headcanons and ideas for this universe, if anyone does anything for it then please tag me so i can see ^^

This is gonna get long so I've put it under a read more

2: No one is really sure if he lives there or just works there. He HAS his own suite in the tower, but he's not always there when they go look for him, and not being able to find him is very a common occurrence, made more frustrating because he refuses to carry or awnser the mobile phone they forced on him. He hangs around in the common areas like the kitchen and living room sometimes. And if they do manage to rope him into something like a movie night its a huge hassle, because he will insist on a black and white or silent film if he HAS to engage with the tv, and Vel and Val hate those.

The whole top of the Tower is dominated by his large Radio tower though, its slightly seperated from the rest of the building, suspended above it with a staircase/ladder to enter the hatch. Valentino is usually not brave enough to check there for Alastor.

Its the same with the hotel. He does move into his own room there, but goes back and forth a lot, and doesnt have a schedule. Vox tires to pretend hes fine with it at first but often ends up the hotel to be a pain in the ass to Charlie, and getting kicked out by the staff of Alastor. Hes convinced himself that Alastor will lose interest sooner rather than later, and the others just tune out his whining at this point. No one buys it when he claims he didnt even notice Alastor was gone as soon as the Radio Demon gets back to the tower.

3: I may be planning to draw this haha He does let her dress him up ocassionally, he has a few differant suits he's approved of and kept, but does wear his original the most the time. Velvette has a line of 'Vintage chic' clothing that partly started as a way to get Alastor to agree to changing his 'ratty ass old man style' by appealing to clothes that were updated takes on his era. He still very rarely leaves the tower in anything but his own usual attire.

He does on rare occasions allow photos to be taken of him by the vees (and once, later on by charlie, under strict instructions that she keeps it to herself) but no video. And none under any circumstances are allowed on social media. He has blown up a few phones that have attempted, both the Vees and employees.

4: Alastor has agreed to be on a podcast a few times, but its rare, and only if its somehting hes really interested in talking about. It's one of the few modern things he approves of since its just a version of a radio talk show. Same with interviews, he keeps them even more extremly rare, and the mystery of the radio Demon keeps sinners in fear more than him being in the public. Vox always wants him to do more since the ratings sky rocket when Alastor features.

When Alastor has done an interview it is with his back to the camera, and sitting in a large wingbacked stupidly over the top ornate chair, that hides him from being seen, except maybe the top tuffs of his ears and antlers. And he doesnt reveal much about himself when he does. The chair is partly to hide him, and partly to stop the equitment form glitching too much. He likes to pulls faces and makes gestures deliberatly made to make Vox falter and look stupid on camera, since hes the only one who can see him in that chair.

He has teased on his own radio show that one 'lucky' sinner may get the chance to be on both a guest star on his radio broadcast AND a livestream if the mood takes. Valentino had to inform him that what he's referring to is called a snuff film

5: Niffty gets moved to the hotel pretty much full time once Alastor gets involved, Husk is a part time employee, but ends up spending less time at his casino as time goes on.

Valentino is happy Niffty is gone because she creeps him out, she ocassionally hung around his studio during work hours, especially if theyre doing a scene with 'bad boys'. Vox isn't bothered. Velvette is not happy, especially that Niffty is reduced to a maid/janitor for the hotel, and makes that very known to Alastor. Velvette loves Niffty, they are chaos sisters and work on very sketchy sounding potions together, and gang up against the boys.

Niffty is also a great seamstress herself and brings her designs to Velvette like an excited child showing off their latest art project. Almost none of these get used, but Vel has fun forcing models to parade around the studio and work in something Nifftys made, they often include bugs and bodyparts, Velvette finds this halarious.

[doombum]

Can we get your scoop to Michael head cannons? (If I ask this and forgot then Elizabeth :>)

I think you already asked that but my memory is awful and it doesn’t really matter, you can have some more scooped Mikey headcanons:

It hurts him to speak but he does it anyway because while Ennard was in control, it was basically the only thing he could control because Ennard/the funtimes just used their voice box. It brings him a strange sense of comfort to have at least one thing they didn’t take from him.

His body is very weak and he can’t do too much at once or he’ll get exhausted very quickly. Just standing up and walking can be hard after some time, which is why he often uses crutches when he goes out (though he hates it at first)

He became taller too, because Ennard miscalculated and he was a bit bigger than Michael was, so his body was stretched to accommodate. It made it hard to walk at first because he had a whole new centre of gravity (add to that the sudden change of weight because of the lack of organs, and he basically had to learn how to walk all over again).

He always hated looking at himself in the mirror, because of how much he looked like William, and that didn’t particularly change at first because he felt absolutely disgusted by the sight of himself. With time (and Jeremy’s neverending comfort and reassurances), he ended up getting used to it and even preferred seeing himself as a corpse than as William

He used to wear the mask everywhere he went, including at home, but Jeremy slowly managed to make him feel comfortable enough to not wear it inside at least. Though every time someone comments on his appearance or he brings a new ghost child home, he ends up having to start the process all over again. He is just very self-conscious and doesn’t handle well stares and mean comments

And here you go for Liz, because she deserves some attention too:

She is the middle child in my AU (just because I like the idea of Evan being the youngest). She is also the one who died first in the family.

She acts a lot like a spoiled kid and always demands to be offered things and be the centre of attention, but she is not really that spoiled in reality. Her father ignores her a lot and only gives her things so that she’d stop bothering him. Mike tries to please her, but he doesn’t have much money to give her as much as she wants. She easily gets jealous of other kids as a result.

She comes off as very selfish and bratty to other kids in her class, but it’s just because she tries to imitate William. At home, she is really kind and always tries to help her brothers and spend time with them. She plays and draws with Evan a lot and they often watch Fredbear and Friends together. She also tries to help Mike around the house because she sees that he’s tired and doing his best to care for them so she wants to participate.

She would get jealous of her brothers, but she could see that they weren’t really getting more attention than she was. The three of them were actually pretty close before everything went to shit when William killed Charlie. Grief is what ultimately drove them all apart.

She didn’t really have any friends in school and it really bothered her a lot because she couldn’t understand what she was doing wrong. Her brothers tried to cheer her up but it didn’t always work.

She idolises William all the way up to fnaf 6, when she finds out he planned for her to kill Mike at SL and she feels betrayed. She sticks with Mike from then on and considers him her new dad/father figure because he always was there for her and William can go rot in Cassidy’s hell.

She never wanted to actually kill the nightguard, but she had been alone, scared and in pain in the SL basement for decades and she just couldn’t take it anymore. She felt awful the whole time Ennard was using Mike’s corpse as a skinsuit and was trying to convince the funtimes to leave now that they were free. She really hoped that the nightguard was not conscious of the whole thing (she was horrified to find out he was).

[rnakamura22]

Till Death Do us Part

Minors DNI +18

As you packed up your bags after class ended , you overheard a few girls talking about a new song of a certain K-pop idol group.

“It’s so cool…” “ I make my own rules, wish for the forbidden…” “I am not a doll…”

You scoff to yourself. What a joke! As if these idols know what it is like! You doubted it. If something’s forbidden, you shouldn’t touch it! That’s what makes it forbidden in the first place! Why the hell would you put yourself in danger? And craving for freedom? When not thinking about the circumstances? If the other force was so powerful that you would be crushed to death if you disobey? The thought itself shuddered you.

You walked back home, which was a total pain. Your brother Ran and Rindo, was one of the most feared gang members in Tokyo. Being their litter sister had more difficulties than advantages. Your two brothers harbored little love for you as a sister, but more love as a commodity. You absolutely had no freedom or the chance to make your own choices. Only the Heavens knew what would come if you disobeyed. The meetings with gang members who looked at you in every lewd way possible was absolute torture. It was a miracle that you were still here, not flayed alive.

You also had to deal with jealous girls who were being played by your two brothers. You were very close to screaming at the girls who approached your brothers that they were all idiots who were two steps away from completely ruining themselves and their dignity. Also, you also harbored little feelings toward them as a family since you viewed them more as a monster rather than a brother.

The girls at school envied you for your beauty and having a lone wolf personality, which did appeal to some people yet never made a move on you due to your two brothers. Despite looking like you had no problems in your life, you were always afraid of your two brothers, the trouble of gang members, and feeling like you didn’t have a place that you belonged to. All the more reasons why you hated the K-Pop songs that the girls in your class liked. It just seemed so fake and overused!

The summer of you being 15, Ran and Rindo introduced you to Izana Kurokawa. A dashing man, you admitted. Amethyst eyes, silky sliver white hair. The bad boy vibe that every girl might fall for. Except you.

Izana adored you, but in a fearful way. He would take you home on his motorcycle when he has nothing better to do. You were invited to his apartment when he was in the mood. Your first time was taken by him. He was kind when he wanted to be. He promised every time after sex that when you become 16, you will marry him. “I love you, (y/n), you’re so pretty. I really wish time would fly faster so I can marry you.” That was his phrase used every time.

But he had a horrible temper that couldn’t be controlled. Things were thrown, crashed, and sometimes, Izana brutally hit you with his knuckles where other people couldn’t see. His two-faced personality was getting out of control by the minute, and you were afraid that someday, you would get killed. Kakucho, Izana’s second in command was trying to help you when things were rough. But he couldn’t draw the line because of absolute loyalty to Izana. Ran and Rindo were in a good mood ever since you and Izana started to hang out. Even though you knew, Izana went out with other girls too and you were nothing but a toy.

Having nowhere to run, that was when you met him. Takashi Mistuya. He was handsome, kind, good at cooking and sewing, a gentleman. He was nothing like the other gang members you ever met. Your curfew was very strict and Izana was there in your home most of the time. Your home had become absolute hell, and you spend your time on the nearby park's bench, staring at the people and the atmosphere.

"What's wrong? It's not safe for cute girls like you to be all alone!

One look into his lilac eyes was all it needed.

"Same goes for you, the girls wouldn't leave you alone." you said.

From that day on, you talked with Mitsuya on the bench until the time of curfew approached. He was from a nearby middle school, and you talked with him for what seemed like forever.

"Why do you stay out here so late?"

"My...brothers...they're strict..." you lied. It was Izana, he restricted your freedom while himself being with other girls. You didn't hate him, but you really wished he would get bored with you and leave.

"They have to be...a cute girl like you would make your brothers overprotective...I bet my little sisters would say something like that when they get older!" Mistuya laughed.

You secretly went to his house to meet Luna and Mana when the weekend where Ran, Rindo, and Izana were out on a gang meeting. Luna and Mana both greeted you with open arms.

"Are you big bro's girlfriend?" " She's pretty! We like pretty ladies!" "Hey, knock it off you two!"

You cooked with Mitsuya, helping him with his chores and doing homework together in secret.

“I really hope…. I could see you again.”

“Me too, I hope I can…”

You and Mitsuya both wanted to say the magic word. The unstable relationship between you and him. The spaces you both wanted to fill up and run into each other's arms.

Then one day, you got home to find Izana relaxing on the couch.

"Izana...you're here."　"You've been avoiding me and going out late. Ran and Rindo were both worried about you."

You wanted to scream "Yeah, right!" Ran and Rindo both cared for you as a commodity. As well as Izana, in your mind. If he did love you, why would he go out with other girls? The thought itself disgusted you.

“There's a big battle coming up soon... when we win, I'll create the biggest criminal organization in Japan. Let's get married after that, OK?" Izana said with a sweet smile as he came up closer and hugged you, his arms wrapped around your waist, making it feel like two snakes were slithering up your body.

"Thanks...please don't do anything too dangerous and hurt yourselves OK?" you said and lightly patted Izana on the back.

The next day, you went to the usual place to meet Mitsuya but you discovered something horrifying. Mitsuya’s head was tied with a white roll bandage.

“ What happened!” You ran up to him and lightly touched his head in horror.

“Yeah, I got attacked by Tenjiku yesterday.. it’s nothing” Mitsuya lightly smiled.　

A horrific theory invaded your mind. You wanted to deny it, but you had to face it.

"Mitsuya.. are you in Toman?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Mitsuya smiled in the way you loved.

"I'm.. I'm so sorry... No... it can't be.... " You dropped on the floor, your hand covering your face.

"What's wrong?" Mitsuya lowered his legs, looking worried.

"My brothers...they're Ran and Rindo Haitani."

"What? Your brothers are the Haitanis?"

"They're in Tenjiku... I’m　so sorry...."

”"It's not your fault...I'm not blaming you for anything." Mitsuya lightly smiled.

"Thank you for saying that Mitsuya. I.."

"Wait, let me say it first. I like you, I really like you. Please go out with me."

"I feel the same way. I really like you Mitsuya. You're the first guy I ever really liked. "

You two held each other in your arms and kissed for the first time. It was a kiss that helped you escape from the cruel world.

You told him about your relationship with Izana and your two brothers.

"Kurokawa... that bastard. I've never met him, but he sounds like an asshole. No, he just proved himself an asshole. How could he cheat when he has someone cute and kind like you?" Mitsuya scowled.

"Thank you for saying that... it means a lot." You smiled sadly as you kissed him again.

"I want you to held your heart within Toman. I dedicated myself to Toman."

"....Yeah.... I will. Taka-kun. " You looked to Mitsuya with eyes that had made a decision.

The next day, you heard of Mitsuya and the commanders of Toman attacked by members of Tenjiku.

As you ran to the hospital where Mitsuya was in, you met a blue haired guy who's hair was shaved off.

"Aren't you Haitani's sister?" the boy said angrily.

"Yeah... how's Mitsuya? Is he Ok..." you trembled and asked.

"You came here to spy on him didn't you!! Taka-chan and Smiley-kun are both fatally injured! You approached him to spy on Toman!" The boy yelled.

"No, please!!You got it all wrong, listen.."

"Get out of here!! Don't get close to Taka-chan ever again!!" the boy yelled and you had no choice but to leave from Mitsuya's hospital room.

When you went home, Izana was there putting on a scarlet red tailcoat uniform of Tenjiku spelled with black letters.

"You're back, y/n."

"Hi.."

"We're about to have a big showdown battle, come with us. You'll get to see your darling Mitsuya crushed to shreds."

Izana didn't face you, but his tone was bitter. You dropped your bag in shock.

"Wha...

"You went to see him in the hospital, right? One of the guys told me they saw you leave the hospital. Are you already together? Did you fuck him like the slut you are?"

You said nothing as Izana faced you and cupped your face with his hands harshly. There was a dark glow in his amethyst eyes and his teeth was clenched.

"Come." Izana grabbed your arm harshly and pushed you into the back seat of the car, making you feel like a criminal about to be taken into execution.

When you arrived at the port, your two brothers Ran and Rindo were waiting for you.

"Hey, the rat appears!! Did you already fuck the officers of Toman to let you join their side?"

"Or did you spill the beans about Tenjiku and stayed here to be a spy for Toman? Did you let them gangbang you?"

Ran and Rindo both taunted you. You couldn't take it anymore and looked to the ground.

"Cat got your tongue, little sis? Or did you let Mitsuya kiss you?" Ran approached to you in a fearful way.

"Please.... Just drop it already!! " you spoke in a small tone.

"Why did it have to be Mitsuya?" asked Rindo.

"He's the first guy I ever really liked.... I love him!"

"Bold of you to propose a love for a man who's on the team your boyfriend's about to destroy." Izana came up from the behind and grabbed you by the shoulder. He was smiling but you felt the shudders like you always did, this time more than ever.

He placed his face on your head and wrapped you with both of his arms, slithering under your blouse. You felt the sensation of a snake slithering your body, this time one step away from biting you with his poisonous fangs.

"Izana...you never loved me. You always cheated on me and went out with other girls. You sometimes brutally hit me or threw things about me. I was never anything but a toy to you, weren't I? Do you think I would love someone like that?" You slipped out of Izana's arms and backed away from your brothers and Izana.

Izana thought for a moment and smiled cynically.

"Then what was I to you? A dick you couldn't stand but had to fuck because of your brothers who treated you like trash? And you couldn't run away? I've decided. I'm going to crush Toman, and I'm going to destroy Mitsuya."

The battle started and Mitsuya did came even though he was injured. When he met eyes with you, held tightly in Izana's arms, he gave off a complex expression.

In the end, Tenjiku won.

You couldn't hide your hopelessness. You felt like the arm that was holding you was a chain you couldn't cut off.

Izana pulled you into one of the warehouses, and threw you to the ground.

"You have to be punished, y/n. We have to wait for a little bit, the special guest is yet to come." said coldly, as he started to rip your clothes.

You heard a thump, and turned your face only to see a brutally beaten Mitsuya on the ground, dragged by the office members of Tenjiku.

"We have Mitsuya as the guest of this strip show, so you could never think about cheating with another man again."

"y/n...!..." You heard Mitsuya's anguished cry of your name.

"Please don't look Taka-kun..." All you can do was trying to wiggle so you could escape.

"Hey now, the main star can't run～."

"Think twice before running, y/n. If you try, your lame ass Romeo's life are going to go. " the voice of Ran echoed from your right ear, Rindo from the left.

"You admitted you fucked me because you're afraid of your brothers, right? So, fuck with them to get along, it's my duty to fix my girlfriend's family problems, as your real boyfriend."

"Stop...release y/n..." Mitsuya's cries echoed, right after that his painful scream at the officers kicking his back.

"No, Please stop Izana! I'll do anything, anything! Please!! Stop hurting Taka-kun!!! Please!" You screamed in a woeful way, your blouse and skirt torn off, almost bare naked.

"Hmm...No, entertain us like the slut you are." Izana smiled, making it feel like the devil himself was in the warehouse.

From there, you did not remember clearly. You only remembered your brother's vulgar breaths, Mitsuya's anguished cries and pleas, and you screaming.

"Feel better now, princess? Know what you can say to save you?" said izana, as he picked up your face with his hands while crouching himself on the ground.

"Izana... I'm sorry, I was stupid, I...love you." you pleaded. You could not think of anything else that would save Mitsuya.

"What about Mitsuya?" smiled Izana as he taunted you.

"I don't know him...never met him.." you looked him and his eyes and pleaded.

"Well, you heard what she said, Mitsuya. Looks like your Juliet never existed. Take him away, don't you ever get close to y/n again. I think one hit with a gun would be merciful for a execution, don't you think?"

You startled in shock.

"N..No, Izana, please...please..."

"What's wrong, you said you never met him or knew him. It wouldn't hurt right? Let's get you home and clean up, don't ever let me down again, OK?" Izana smiled as he picked you up bridal style, sealing your freedom and your lover's fate.

"...Yes, Izana." you had no choice but to let yourself go in Izana's arms, pretending not to hear the gunshot.

From that day on, Toman and Tenjiku clashed together to only make a gigantic criminal organization in the end, as Izana said.

He kept his promise and married you when you turned 16, giving birth to his child when you turned 17. Your job was to obey Izana's every command, sitting pretty looking like a porcelain doll for people to gaze and awe over.

Romeo had been long dead outside the warehouse many years ago, Juliet made into a doll for her master, carrying a boy who possessed all of his father's genes both inside and outside and none of yours.

You could not think, and you could not speak. Your heart had been dead and killed long ago in that warehouse along with Romeo.

If only... was all you could dream. If only. If only. That was your only thought as you stepped in the large bathtub full of lukewarm water. As you felt yourself sinking hearing the distant voice of the baby boy's voice crying, you begin to see him. Your Romeo's handsome smile, his sweet voice, his body. You ran up to him and embraced him, which he did the same smiling with all his might.

"I love you, Taka-kun."

"I love you,y/n."

You had managed to meet Mitsuya again, this time without any obstacles. As you kissed him and he kissed you back in the underwater heaven's palace, you felt happiness for the first time in your life.

"Romeo and Juliet...they do get their happy ever after, don't you think so Taka-kun?"

"I do y/n.....you're finally mine where no one will take you away."

"I won't go away. I'll stay with you forever."

As the two looked at each other and smiled, you said the same words together.

"" Till Death do us part.""

[pupyr0arz]

WHILE IM TALKING ABT ROACH here’s my current HC meta:

-he hasn’t talked to his family since he was like, 19. Sorry happy family roach lovers he absolutely loathes them and they don’t like him either. He feels they were more concerned with appearances than actual substance and they didn’t treat him well

-he’s selectively mute, but also genuinely prefers to sign over speaking. He can speak at times, he just doesn’t like it and finds sign or writing is better. When he’s anxious he finds signing and writing more difficult to do and speaking impossible. It takes a lot of coaxing

-I feel like roach masks his issues with humor. I like silly roach a lot that’s him to me and I accept that fanon but I feel like he deflects with jokes and more erratic behavior. He really, really, really does not want to talk about something so he’ll play it off and then drag you to go do something silly. This guy does negative communication. Even if he has an issue with you it’ll wait until he like cannot not deal with it he really needs to be forced to do so

-great cook but hates cooking. Never had any good memories with it, doesn’t find it fun or anything but a hassle that makes a mess. If he does cook for someone it’s a lot of affection going into that though. Doesnt really cook for other people tho, he learned mostly for himself and most of his recipes are to specifically his taste.

-no idea how to dress. Like, 0 clue. Help this man. He likes fashion in that he’s like wow that looks nice to basically anything and everything. Doesn’t get how some things are hated so strongly.

-he had an older brother who he felt a kinship with. The two fought like cats and dogs but they were pretty close and shared a lot of the same interests. The older brother liked Roach but the two would fight and take petty revenge on each other a lot and he let roach make a lot o f the same mistakes he did. The two also kept up the jokes act when they were kids in public and ti was probably to draw attention away from awful parents. Anyways he died and roach does not want to talk about it at all.

-roach really did not like the military until he ended up in the 141. He stuck through it because he’s a stubborn bastard but he ran into a lot of difficulties before MacTavish was his cap.

-roach is the type who will put up thru pain n discomfort for an arbitrary goal any day of the week, casually and seriously. He is never out of hills to die on. Loves having strong opinions on things.

-despises people he deems inconsiderate. Is accidentally inconsiderate a lot. More on that, bc of his closest relationships in the past he assumes a lot of his boundaries are implicit and spin fact explicitly should not be discussed because they make him uncomfortable. It’s hard for him to take violations of those not personally and he has a short temper. He might go out of his way to upset you and then feel AWFUL about it. Or not depending on what you did. If he does understand it was a mistake he’d feel bad, he’s been in that situation a lot but it doesn’t occur to him other people may have difficulties understanding each other like he does. From his failure to pick up on social cues and the treatment of his mistakes as intention he’s got an unconscious bias to assume everyone else does everything intentionally always bc that’s what it seems. When he was a kid he’d break things a lot or frame his brother for something that would get him into trouble or even get into physical fights.

-lone survivor!roach would take things very not seriously. He’d treat the apocalypse as more of a game than anything, eating when he remembers to, taking massive risks to his life without much care. He’s kind of dissociated from himself and any sorts of risks or previous attachments. Would underestimate his need for socialization. Very skilled and very likely to die in some stupid way.

-141!apoco!roach is a lot more serious. He stretches himself thin as a mediating personality. If the group is experiencing social strain he’s working overtime trying to soothe nerves. He’s probably the least suspicious of new members if just because he feels like someone has to, even if he doesn’t like the new guy. Puts most of his survival in the hands of his team. Never really thought of his future of more than a couple days and isn’t going to start now. Not the best with abstract questions but keeps an eye on rations. Thinks group politics with other groups is stupid, advocating for just killing the asshole and moving on.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Peña’s Anatomy — Prologue

pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader

series warnings: reader has a vagina and presents as a woman, no use of Y/N, work relationship dynamic, age gap (10 years), enemies to lovers trope, future explicit content (this chapter is tame but others will not be so 18+ only), hospital stuff (injuries, illnesses, mild gore, trauma)

word count: 1.6k

authors note: after rewatching greys for the sixth time, i found myself imagining my favorite of the pedro boys as a doctor and decided it was too good of a fantasy not to write 🙈

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The stupidest mistake you could have ever made for yourself was to switch hospitals in the middle of your surgical residency. Though your last hospital’s rank was quite mediocre and the town you’d been living in was far too small for an ambitious woman like you, it was familiar.

It was the same hospital you were born in, the same hospital you were stuck in when your tonsils were taken out as a kid, the same hospital you found yourself praying in when your grandmother passed away, and it was even the same hospital you did your clinicals at in med school. Hate it or love it, it was your second home—especially for the last three years of your residency.

But all good things had to come to an end at some point.

You needed to get out of your small midwestern town. Needed to explore and grow. So, when the opportunity came around for you to take a spot at a nicely ranked hospital in San Antonio, Texas, you (very) nervously accepted.

One month later, you found yourself sitting on a city bus, rain pouring down around you as if you were in the middle of a hurricane. You clutched your lunch box tightly to your stomach as you bounced your knee, the nerves of your first day on the job settling in with each passing mile.

You thanked the heavens that the public transport delivered you right at the doorstep of the hospital, only forcing you to have to jog the short distance from the bus to the sliding doors of the surgical department in the pouring rain. Somehow, even though you were only in the rain for less than five seconds, you were absolutely drenched when you stepped inside the building.

The air conditioning immediately hit you, your body shivering as you made your way to the nurses station. The young woman sitting on the other side of the counter typing away on her computer paid you little mind as you stood in front of her with a nervous smile. After a few beats of her actively ignoring you, you cleared your throat and gave her a friendlier smile as her eyes met yours.

“Can I help you?” Her tone was laced with irritation, quickly reminding you of all of your old high school mean girls.

“Sorry, uh, I’m here for my first day. I’m a surgical resident, I just had no idea—“

“Dr. Peña,” she perked up as her eyes locked with someone over your shoulder. You turned your head around to take in a very handsome man in a white coat walking over to the counter, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at the nurse.

“Jessica, how are you doing this morning? I hope you got some much needed rest over the weekend.” He winked at the young woman, the two of them ogling each other in a way that made you feel like an involuntary voyeur. You lowered your eyes to the lunchbox in your hands and waited for your turn to speak, not wanting to start your residency off by pissing off a nurse and a doctor.

“You know I didn’t.” She winked back at him, the two smiling at one another knowingly. You cleared your throat again, this time drawing the doctors eyes to yours. “Oh, yeah. She’s the new resident. Could you show her to the locker rooms and get her set up for the day?”

“Not like I have life-saving surgeries to prep for or anything.” He chided while giving your entire form a once over.

“I’m sure I can find my own way if it’s an inconvenience—“

“No, come on. I’m already walking that way anyways.” He both looked and sounded physically pained by your presence as he started off down a long hall, your footsteps speeding up as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

“What, uh, what’s your specialty?” You knew he didn’t want to talk—you knew that—but for some inexplicable reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to ease the awkward silence.

He shot you a pointed look from over his shoulder and scoffed at your question with a chuckle, quickly turning a corner and weaving through the hallway traffic like an expert. You whispered apologies to the nurses you ran into while trying to follow the doctor, suddenly finding yourself regretting the decision to leave your old hospital.

“Peña, you look like a sack of shit today. Spend all weekend juggling nurses again?” A fellow white coat teased your guide as the two of you passed her in the hall. He chuckled and held up his middle finger without turning around.

“Alright,” he sighed as he gestured to a locker room at the end of the hall, hardly making eye contact with you as he stood by the door. “This is the resident’s locker room. Scrubs and stuff are in there. What’s your name again?”

He reached for a clipboard that sat in the basket hung on the door, plucking it out and scanning his eyes over the paper. You stumbled over your words as you studied his stern face, his jaw clenching as he read.

“I hope you’re not always so hard of hearing.”

“S-sorry, sorry. Just a little overwhelmed.” You watched as his eyes lifted from the paper to yours, softening just the slightest bit as he took in your anxious state. You told him your name and he nodded, dropping his eyes back to the sheet he was holding.

“Well, lucky for me, you’re on Dr. Neil’s service for the week. Have you been on an OB service before?” His eyes found yours again and demanded an answer, but you couldn’t get over the fact that he’d just insulted you to your face. After a moment of you not responding to his question, he sighed and hung up the clipboard. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“N-no, I have plenty of experience on OB. I have plenty of experience on every service.” You had to dig deep, but you managed to find your confidence—the same confidence that earned you the top spot in your class in medical school and the same confidence that got you the job at this very hospital. “Perhaps it’s lucky for both of us that I’m not on your service, Dr. Peña.”

You didn’t stick around to take in his reaction, mostly out of sheer fear than anything, instead choosing to walk right into the locker room.

“Oh, hello. You’re new.” A man your age passed right by you as you stood in front of the door, studying the layout of the locker room. He smirked at you cockily and leaned against the lockers, his eyes combing over your form. “Need help finding your way around?”

“I’d rather remain lost.” You gave him a condescending smile and walked past him, a girl sitting down on the bench behind him now snickering as you neared her.

“I think you and I are going to get along well.” She stood up and held her hand out, offering you a friendly smile. “I’m Mickey, you must be the transfer.”

“I am,” you smiled back at her and shook her hand. “Are, uh, are all the lockers open or do I get assigned one, or…”

“No, they’re a free for all. You can take this one by me if you want.” She pointed at a grey locker besides the one with her name on it. “Hope you brought a lock. We’ve got a real thievery problem around here.”

“Oh, yeah?” You chuckled and opened up the locker, stuffing your bag and lunch box inside of it before walking over to the shelves where fresh scrubs sat. After changing, you locked up your locker and slid on your work shoes, Mickey filling you in on the residents to avoid—like Michael, the man who so kindly eyed you up when you walked in—and the ones who were safe.

“Who’s service are you on this week?” She asked you as she walked you out of the locker room and into the hall.

“Dr. Neil? I think that’s what that asshole doctor said.”

“Who’s the asshole doctor?” She asked, turning her head to look at you as she walked with the same pace as Dr. Peña from earlier.

“Dr. Peña. He’s the one who brought me to the locker room.” She chuckled and raised her eyebrows, giving you an amused look. “What?”

“Dr. Peña is the Chief’s golden boy. I hope you didn’t get off on a bad foot with him. He’ll make your life a living hell.” You winced at her words, turning your eyes forward as you cursed yourself internally for giving him a taste of his own medicine earlier.

You knew it was a dumb idea to get off in the wrong foot on your very first day, and yet the man had drove you to the point of stupidity with his blatant rudeness. Now you had to walk on eggshells around the Chief’s right hand man for the next four years of your residency.

Great. Really worth it.

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[kydrogendragon]

Febuwhump - "Bite Down on This"

Pairing: Vague Dreamling, Vague Hobrinthian Words: 1279 Warnings: Eye Gouging Ao3 Link Here

“Well? Can you draw it?” The Corinthian huffs in annoyance. The Nightmare glares down at Hob who’s currently seated on the couch of the living room in the house he’s rented, head in his hands. He’s still dressed in his guard attire, the gun given to him still attached at his waist.

When he’d first been led down into the basement of Fawney Rig, it took every ounce of strength he had not to pull the gun on every bastard there. His friend, his Stranger, sat bare as a babe in that damned glass prison. And then he’d looked up at him with eyes wide for his Stranger and looked crushed when Hob turned away. Christ, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do this.

“Gadling, snap out of it. What did you see?” The Corinthian’s voice melded into triplicate, higher and lower pitches stacked on top of each other.

“I— there was glass. And iron. And he was there, sitting in that bloody thing that was suspended in the air over some sort of fancy markings.” He manages to get out, trying to recall any details of what was on the ground. He hadn’t been allowed to get too close — the symbols were important he was told. But Hob had been able to stare at them for a good long while on his first guard shift. He’d been hoping to go alone, but it doesn’t sound like he’ll be so lucky anytime soon.

“You’re useless,” the Nightmare sighs.

“I’m trying my best here! Sorry for not being a walking dictionary on magic runes!” Hob bites back. What he wanted to do was just go back and murder every son of a bitch in that place and smash down the glass that’s trapping his dear friend, but apparently, that could be bad. When the Corinthian first bothered to explain anything other than saying they were going to break his Stranger out, he’d said there could be other laws at work. Burgess could have bound his friend to him or maybe to the house or even something else. And freeing him would only work if whatever he’s bound to was destroyed as well.

So. Research was needed. Which was how Hob ended up becoming a damn guard for the Burgess family. Took a good six months to finally work himself into a basement shift, and that was only after the Corinthian “took care” of another guard so there would be an opening.

The Corinthian sighs as he unsheathes his knife from the shoulder holsters he wears. Hob looks up at him, warily. “What are you doing?”

“I know a way you can show me those runes you saw.”

“Oh? And it involves that knife, does it?”

The Nightmare grins wide and Hob has no doubt the teeth behind his glasses are smiling too. “Oh indeed. You see, for the small price of one of your eyes, I can see everything that you saw in perfect detail.”

Hob swallows as he eyes the knife in the Corinthian’s hand. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Absolutely.”

Hob closes his eyes with a groan. He presses his forehead against his clasped hands and takes a few moments to appreciate having both of his eyes before he speaks.

“Fine. Do it.”

The Corinthian’s straddled across Hob’s waist, one hand gripping Hob’s chin like a vice, the other hovering the dagger just above Hob’s right eye. Hob’s hands are bound underneath him.

He hates this. He really, really hates this. He also hates how much the Corinthian is smiling with all three mouths as he leans over Hob. “Alright now, just don’t move. It’ll hurt less if you don’t move.”

“God’s bloody wounds, just get it over with already.”

“Here, bite down on this so you don’t break your damn jaw.” The Corinthian says, pushing a rolled strip of leather into his mouth. He gives the Nightmare a small nod — as best he could, anyways, with his chin being held as tightly as it was. Then, the knife lowers.

There’s a surprising lack of pain at first as the dagger slides between his eyes and its socket. Then it hits. Pain radiates out like a sunburst, fire in his nerves as each part of him fights against the intrusion. He screams into the leather, his body tensing and trying to thrash against the weight on top of him. The Corinthian just tuts as he turns the knife downward.

Hob feels something detach. It’s a feeling that sends a shiver down his spine and makes his animal instincts flinch away. It’s wrong, it hurts, he wants it to stop. There’s blood trailing down his face. He tastes iron on his tongue and he doesn’t know if it’s the blood from his eye or from biting down so hard. Hob breathes through his nose, the panicked breath coming out as staccato puffs of air.

“There’s a good boy, just stay still for a few moments longer,” The Corinthian purrs. The dagger moves again, winding across the other side of his eye socket. He’s pretty sure his eyelids are fucked up at this point, not that he can differentiate the pain by now. His entire face pulses as nerves fire and blood leaks. Distantly, he thinks that they should have put down garbage bags before starting all this.

The knife slides down and does a few circles around the edge of his socket before the Corinthian sets the blade down beside Hob’s head. He’s not sure when his vision faded away, but all he can see is fingers reaching down from the left side of his face and reach into the blind spot of his vision.

A weight is lifted and air rushes through the opening. Hob hisses as the cold breeze settles among the open nerves and flesh and bone. He arches off the couch in pain as the Corinthian just chuckles. Hob’s chin is released and he immediately slams his head back against the cushion of the couch. He screams into the leather.

“Alright. Time to see what you saw.” Hob watches through his single eye as the Corinthian places the bloody orb — God’s Wounds, that’s his eye... That’s really his eye — into the mouth of his left ocular cavity. Teeth surround the gelatinous sphere, the golden brown of his iris staring back at him. Then, the Corinthian bites down.

If he wasn’t going to be sick from the pain, watching his own eye splash into jelly in the Corinthian’s mouth was going to do it. Blood trickles down from his ocular mouth with a small tongue darts out and licks up the spill. The Nightmare tilts his head back and sighs like it was a shot of top-shelf whisky and not Hob’s fucking eye that he just ate.

“Oh Robbie boy, you have lived a delicious life, haven’t you? It’s not often I get to sample such a tasty vintage like you.” He says with a smirk.

“Fuck you,” Hob manages to get out before his body shuts down from the pain.

He wakes up in his bed some time later. Hob reaches his hand up to the right side of his face and feels bandages around the skin. At least that prick had the decency to fix him up. He sighs and looks over at the night stand. The clock claims it’s sometime around five in the morning. He wasn’t due on shift again until three in the afternoon, thankfully.

A note rests beside the clock which Hob reaches out and reads.

Gadling-

Figured out your runes. Just grabbing a few things. We can get him out tonight. Be prepared.

- C

Hob smiles.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I can't believe there's Ango hate ;(( He's just a little guy! He loves both his friends, wears silly little glasses, he actively helps Dazai, who did very much put him in a hospital. Chuuya of all people manages to bully-manipulate him in DA, because he knows Ango feels guilty about DHC, even if he couldn't have done anything (though he tried!) He gives Ango closure before his leap of faith and says "It wasn't your fault. You tried your best." These two, making my bsd brainrot worse 😌

I know!! I really don't get it. :(

And yeah he loves both his friends very much, and the story emphasizes how much he values human life! His introduction and establishing character moment is exactly this!

Yes, absolutely I liked the acknowledgement from Chuuya, that Ango tried to stop it but didn't have the status or influence to do anything. As someone who also recognizes the value of a life, that only makes sense. I do have to wonder what their history actually is. They're both very interesting, with their affiliations to an organization that aligns with their exterior selves and presentation but contradicts some of their inner values. I also have a theory that Ango did not join the Special Division by choice, which would heighten the parallels... that's more of a "what if" theory though than anything bounded by sole rationality.

It's odd though... despite not enjoying the fandom hate I've seen for Ango I actually enjoy (?) the continued animosity from Dazai. Let me explain. I've already gone over why hating Ango for what went down is kind of irrational, but it's precisely because it's not rational that makes it so interesting to me. Dazai remains furious at him, and it's not just because of Odasaku. His anger began with Ango's betrayal in the first place. I will never stop bringing up how Dazai was the one to approach Ango. Dazai found him interesting and liked him. Dazai invited him to join them at Bar Lupin. Dazai has taken the initiative to "just hang out" with no other character in the series.

Dazai is angry because he is hurt, plain and simple. It's not just a betrayal of the mafia, it's personal. It's an emotional response. And in a book (Dark Era) whose whole purpose was to draw a dividing line between the Demon Prodigy and Dazai - that is, that Dazai does not, in fact, make all perfectly logical choices and will prioritize emotion given the right impetus - the continuation of this theme throughout the manga is a good reminder when we don't get detailed descriptions of Dazai's countenance or others' impressions of him in the narration. Moreover, I think it's not just Ango that's an issue but also that he brings back painful memories Dazai would rather not dwell on - remember that Dazai was the one who brought Oda into the Mafia with a promise of relative safety from the people who were after him. I would say there's likely a projection of self-blame going on here too.

It just really sucks for poor Ango, who already blames himself and ends up being regularly bullied and guilt tripped into doing stuff for him. I really really hope that the story leads to some kind of closure for them and that they both stop with the blame, self-directed or otherwise... They need it badly.

Also also! He's very strict with his subordinates but also good with them! And I am certain he must've had to jump hoops in Gaiden to keep everyone alive oh my god.

Yeah. Little guy! :')