#i cant wait to get home and pass away on the couch

[plushievash]

im FREE !!!!!

[heich0e]

keishin finally (finally) gets you into bed with him—well, onto couch with him, in his little one-room apartment in the back of sakanoshita mart—and he thinks all his prayers have finally been answered. thinks he's found some sort of cosmic apology for every misfortune he's ever suffered in how soft your lips are against his and how sweet you taste.

he knows he doesn't deserve this; that he hasn't done anything in his unremarkable life to merit how good you feel underneath his hands, or how dizzying those little noises you're making when he touches you are. but, against all odds, you're really here, you really want him, and he's determined not to fuck this up.

"keishin."

every time you say his name he feels like he's hearing it for the first time. like he's being blessed by it. it takes him a moment to process the way you've called for his attention as he suckles a little bruise against your throat, using every modicum of will he has left in him to pull away and meet your gaze.

you look so good underneath him on his ugly, ancient couch that it makes him ache. your lips glossy and swollen, your eyes heavy-lidded and yearning. you reach up and touch his cheek, and he can't tell if your hand is cool or his face is burning.

"do you have a condom?"

and all at once keishin comes crashing—violently, disastrously, crushingly—back to earth.

he blinks at you, wide-eyed, in the wake of your question. you seem to understand his answer even though he can't bring himself to say it.

"are there any in the shop?" you ask him, optimistic and gentle, with an encouraging smile.

keishin perks up—visibly brightening at your moment of genius—but as quickly as the hope uplifts him, he's deflating again. he pinches his bottom lip between his teeth.

"we're out right now," he murmurs sheepishly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

he only keeps a couple of boxes of condoms behind the counter at a time, since so few people ever come in asking for them. last week takinoue had showed up half-hammered two hours after closing, and banged on the shop door until keishin grumpily answered it. his drunk friend went on to explain that he'd gone out drinking with his colleague from work and she'd invited him home with her, but he desperately needed condoms. keishin chucked the last box at his stupid face, and yusuke swore up and down their next night out drinking would be his treat before skittering off into the night again with a grin from ear to ear.

he was going to kill yusuke with his bare hands the next time he saw him.

"keishin, it's okay," you say with a light laugh at the positively crestfallen look on his face. "we don't have to—"

"no!" keishin interrupts you before you can say the words he just cant bear to hear. not right now. not from you.

even if you promise him that this could happen again another time—that you don't have to go all the way tonight, that there will be other opportunities—he has no way of knowing if that's true. no way of guaranteeing it.

he's got a taste for you now. he knows what you sound like. he knows how you feel.

and he refuses to let this opportunity pass him by.

keishin pulls himself upright so quickly from where he'd been hovering overtop of you on his lumpy sofa that he almost gives himself whiplash. he stumbles up to his feet, brushing his bleached hair back from his eyes—he's not sure where or when he'd lost his hairband, but the strands are hanging freely now and falling into his gaze. he grabs his jacket from the floor where he'd hastily shucked it when the two of you stumbled through the door in the throes of passion.

"I'm just gonna run to shimada mart!" he says to you as he stuffs his arms ungracefully into the sleeves of his jacket, his words so frantic they're almost bleeding together. "it's only about 10 minutes away, if you just wait right here—"

"keishin."

"shouldn't be longer than 25 minutes! 20, even! i might even be able to get macchan to drive me back if—"

"keishin, wait."

your laughter makes him stop dead in his tracks, halfway to the door. he's only got one slide on his foot, the other still sock-clad, and in his haste he realizes he'd grabbed his television remote instead of his cellphone to shove into his coat pocket.

you've caught him by the sleeve of his jacket, holding the material pinched between your thumb and forefinger as you stare up at him from the sofa with the sweetest smile on your face. he's frozen as he peers down at you, his lips parted, his dick still half-hard in his jeans.

"don't go," you say to him, tugging him back towards you by your grip on his cuff. he moves easily, gravitating back into your orbit in spite of how gentle the actual pull had been.

"b-but,"—keishin casts a forlorn glance back in the direction of his apartment door—"what about the condoms?"

his voice cracks a little on the question and he has genuinely never wished so ardently for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

you release his sleeve in favour of twining your fingers with his now that he's near to you again, your soft hand slipping easily into his own. that same dull ache in the pit of his core (and between his legs) throbs again as you blink up at him.

"i've been trying to tell you," you begin, a bit exasperated but not without its own fondness. you hesitate a little, looking away shyly before adding, "we don't... need one."

keishin thinks he might die.

really, genuinely die.

he wonders if maybe this is what the old man felt like when he almost keeled over from that heart attack last year, because keishin's pulse is pounding so violently in his head he feels like his vision is going a bit spotty around the edges—like when you stand up too fast after a night of drinking.

he's brought back to the moment as your hand squeezes his own—a gentle, questioning gesture.

your lashes flutter as you blink up at him, your head tilting slightly to the side. you smile a little at the dumbfounded look on his face.

"...if that's okay with you?"

(keishin pays for takinoue's drinks for the next six months, but never explains why.)

[teddybeartoji]

lets pretend that i didnt lost this and had to retype it

listen me listen me right !!! back to wolf toji and bunny reader with shiu as the caretaker that lets toji get away with too much but also loves spoiling you bc your just so sweet and adorable

one day, shiu comes home after running errands and tells you and toji that he got a collar to help with toji's biting problem since he knows the both of you will be going into heat soon and he doesn't want toji biting you like a chew toy

toji's grumbling, snarling at shiu that he's not putting on a damn collar but he's confused at the tiny pink thing shiu pulls out. its a cute pink collar, thick but with soft cushioning on the inside a big heart ring in the front. probably for a leash or something, but toji knows that thing isnt going to fit on him.

"it's not for you, mutt," shiu grins playfully, ignoring the glare toji shoots his way at the nickname. instead, he walks up to you and clicks the collar on you, stroking your hair as he coos at how pretty it looks on you !! "its so that if the big guy goes into rut while im away, he wont rip into your throat because he can't think with the right head," shiu jokes, flicking tojis nose.

but a week had passed since then and you had come to like the collar. not just because of how toji would tug on it to pull you into a kiss or how shiu would tug it to get your attention on him when you were fixated on something else. no, it just looked pretty on you!!

one day ur left at home with toji while shiu goes out for the day for business stuff, whatever boring things he had to do. that poor man didnt realize you were going to literally get turned into a creampuff with in 30 minutes of him leaving

toji is INSTANTLY on you when he realizes shiu is gone. poor thing is too rut-brained that he cant even figure out how to get the collar off so he's just gnawing on it, sinking his teeth into the leather as he growls about how stupid the collar is for covering up your pretty neck from him, that shiu doesn't know what he's talking about, all while he's ripping off your clothes.

shiu told the BOTH of you to let him know if either of you go into heat so he can come home and be a good caretaker and make sure you both are still eating and drinking water and that toji doesn't accidentally bite his cute lil' bun too hard anywhere. so, he expects you to tell him to calm down and wait for shiu to get home like a good little bunny, but instead you just look at him over your shoulder with the cutest little pout and tell him 'jus' the tip won't get us in trouble, right?'

and he tries, he tries soooo hard, just fucking his tip in and out of you but then you get pushed into your own heat and you go from reminding him only the tip to 'why aren't you putting in more?? do i not feel good enough??? why dont u wanna be all the way inside me toj???'

and he's shutting you up with one thrust to push all the way inside, shushing you through huffs and growls, telling you he'd stay inside of your sticky cunt for the rest of his life if he could, that you were so hot and wet just for him and he never wanted to pull out of you, keep you nice and stuffed full of his cock and cum until your tummy gets a little bigger from how full he's pumped you with his seed

cue shiu coming home to the two of you fucking like animals (hehe) on the living room couch, your face pushed into the cushions and ears flopped down while your little cotton tail is swishing around like crazy, hearts practically in your eyes when you realize shiu's home, because now he can watch and see how good toji is, see that the big wolf should be able to bite you because hes so good, he's fucking you so deep.

plus, you'd look even prettier with toji's bite on your neck instead of a collar :33

I AM LOSING MY MINDDDD

LUNNNIEEEE????!!!!?!?!??!!!????? HAKDJSJWJFVDKDNEJ YOU'RE AMAZING YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND I LOVE YOU. FIRST OF ALLLLL OMFG I JUST KNOW SHIU COULD NEVER SAY NO TO YOUU AAAUUUUGHHHH YOU FLUTTER YOUR EYELASHES AT HIM AND HE'S ALREADY FOLDING (AND TWITCHING IN HIS PANTS)(HE'S SO WEAK)(HE'S SO HOT). SECOND OFF AAALLLLLLLL... "GET TURNED INTO A CREAMPUFF"😭😭😭PLS THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ADORE U SO MUCH<333

AND MMMMMMMMM TOJI'S DIRTY TALK ALWAYS FUCKING KILLSSS MEEEE FFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKKK "HE'D STAY INSIDE OF YOUR STICKY CUNT FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF HE COULD" 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 WHATTHE FCUUUKKKKK WAIT ANDAND THE MEAN GRIN HE'D GIVE SHIU??????? HE CAN SEE THAT SHIU IS HARD JUST FROM WATCHING TOJI FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT AND IT'S ALL JUST SOOOOOOOO🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCKIN GMEAL IDK WHAT I DID TO DESERVE YOUU HOOLY FUCKKKK<3333

[fir3ylolol]

smile! you're on camera

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: Staying at Johnny's house is really nice, except...something feels a little off. You find out the hard way when you decide to entertain yourself on the couch.

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, masturbation, accidental voyeurism, making out, face fucking, sex tape, dom/sub, switch!reader, switch!johnny cage, dom!reader, sub!johnny cage, dom!johnny cage, sub!reader, sex in a theater, i physically cant write men who dont whine, he needs pussy!, afab!reader, he wants you so bad omg, smut, shameless smut, porn with light plot

a/n: hehehehehehe...this is inspired by the voice clip in the invasion mode of mk1 where he says he has cameras everywhere. ive been rly inspired lately, but im gna open up requests on here soon, so keep an eye outtt

word count: 2.63 k

Ao3

Something was really off about Cage’s house. After coming back from the tournament and training, you weren’t ready to get back to normal life. And Johnny had offered you a starring role in the movie he was planning to make about Outworld. You accepted quickly, after making sure you wouldn’t have to get naked or be a horrible person or anything like that. But rent is rough, and Johnny is so generous as to let you stay at his place.

His casual, gigantic mansion-y place.

But it was nice. You had your own space, a full fridge, and could still ignore things like work for a bit longer. Plus, Johnny was a surprisingly great host, hosting movie nights in his private theater. Everything was great, except…

You always felt like someone was watching you. As long as you weren’t in your room or the bathroom, it felt like there were eyes on you. Getting a drink of water? It’s there. Sitting on the couch? Being watched. Just wandering into a room? Oh yeah, you for sure feel it. But you brush it off and don’t bother to say anything to Johnny. You figure it’s just dumb paranoia.

After about 2 weeks without any work from Johnny, you’re getting bored. He’s never home, he has work to do and a movie to plan. So you sit around the mansion all day, waiting. Usually, you read, watch stuff, or even just take laps around the house for exercise. But today, you’re just scrolling through social media. Even that is boring to you today. You decide that, hey, you can think of a good way to pass the time. For a quick moment, you forget about feeling watched. Your fingers dip below your waistband, shivering at your touch. It’s been a long time, you’ve been training and then living in someone else’s house. When would you have the chance?

Slowly, you begin to tease yourself, fingers circling your clit. It’s quite embarrassing how much it affects you, but you’ve lost your ability to feel shame. You lose yourself in your actions, whimpers and moans echoing through the empty house. Unable to stop yourself, you finish with an almost violent snap, panting harshly. Pulling your hand out, you finally feel embarrassed, with how fast you were, and how hard you came. Shakily, you stand up and walk towards the bathroom to wash your hands.

You've forgotten what you did by the time Johnny gets home that evening. Smiling as he walks in, a grocery bag in one hand. “Here comes Mr. Celebrity to pass out treats to us poor folk,” you throw your hands out in a joking manner. But there’s a weird look in his eyes, not matching his characteristic smile. “It’s movie night, I had to make sure we had enough snacks,” he walks towards the kitchen, you shortly behind. “Oh yeah! What’s the movie tonight?” You lean against the counter, searching through the bag.

“The Thing. We haven’t done any horror movies yet.” He grabs a glass of water, drinking deeply. But that look is still there. It almost scares you away at how sharp it is. “Ah, ok. Well…I guess I’ll see you then.” You back out of the room, almost running when you’re out of his sight. Catching your breath in your room, confusion floods your mind. Did you do something wrong? Is he tired of having you here? All you can do is wait and wonder until tonight.

And tonight comes much too fast. You find yourself stumbling into the theater room, meeting Johnny’s eyes as you walk in. But he seems much happier. Maybe he was just tired after work. As you get settled, a bag of snacks next to your leg. As Johnny starts the movie and turns the lights down, you start to get nervous. What if he’s mad at you? He is pretty rich, if he wants you dead, it wouldn’t take long.

But Johnny sits next to you, settling down and looking towards you. You try not to look at him, fearing that you might meet a cold gaze. Unable to stop yourself though, your eyes meet his. The weird look is still there, no longer hidden under sunglasses and smiles. Ever the considerate movie-watcher, he leans in to whisper in your ear. “So, did you have a good day? It must get lonely here.” Trying to stay calm, you whisper back, “It was ok, I can’t complain. Was your day ok?”

“Yeah, more progress made on my movie. Studios are eating it up. But…” He pauses, looking at the screen shortly before looking back to you. “I did see a very interesting movie on break.” Turning fully, you look at him confusedly. What in the hell was he talking about? “Oh yeah? What was it?”

“Well, you know, I do have cameras set up like everywhere, right?”

Oh shit.

Your entire face drops, frozen in shock. You finally remember the fun you had earlier on the couch. The watched feeling finally makes sense. “O-oh…” You stumble over yourself trying to think of excuses. This is humiliating. But Johnny doesn’t falter like you. He pauses the movie, reaching his hand out and taking yours to pull your focus back to him.

“You put on quite a show for me, you know?” You finally recognize the look in his eyes. It’s intense curiosity and...lust? “Only wish I knew what you were thinking about. Care to enlighten me?” He leans slightly closer, hot breath fanning over you. Swallowing hard, you try to avoid his intense stare. “I-I wasn’t thinking. I was just…bored?” He laughs slightly, holding your other hand. “Really? I was sorta hoping you were thinking of me, but that’s a little selfish, huh?”

“H-huh? What? Do…do you think of me like that?” You fluster further at his words. “Maybe…does that bother you?” He falters slightly, realizing that he might be making you uncomfortable. But you can't stop yourself from blurting out, “No! It doesn't bother me. I-” Cutting you off, Johnny leans in closer, lips an inch apart. “Then what's the problem?” You swallow hard, eyes rapidly moving back and forth from his eyes to his mouth, and finally answer.

“I just don't know what to do when fantasy becomes reality.”

Luckily for you, Johnny knows.

He closes the distance between you two, kissing you like your life depended on it. You wrap your hands behind his neck and lean back, pulling him impossibly closer. Your tongues dance against each other, lips crashing. Suddenly, you get a surge of confidence, one that defies your previous apprehension. One of your hands slips down his chest slowly, inching along until you reach his growing bulge. He pulls back slightly, panting and staring directly into your eyes. “H-hey now, you’re not playing fair,” he manages to get out, slightly whining at your touch. 

“You started it, watching me like that,” you whisper in his ear, fingers slowly rubbing along his waistband. He gasps lightly, head turning away from you. “You liked it, right? Did you touch yourself watching it?” Your fingers move further past his waist, inching towards his cock. “C’mon, you can tell me,” your voice almost sing-songy and teasing. He manages to stutter out a shaky “y-yeah” as you continue down. But you suddenly stop, much to his disappointment.

Instead, you move to kneel in between his legs, looking up at him with sultry eyes. He looks slightly confused until you undo his pants button. Biting his lip, he watches you with intense, pleading eyes. You lean up, taking the zipper of his fly in your mouth and undoing it. He looks like he could honestly cum right now, but you won't let him. As you pull his pants and boxers down his thighs, his cock springs up, the tip angry and weeping. He blushes at the sight of himself like this and you, looking up at him with his hard dick right in front of you.

You slowly wrap your hand around him, stroking him a few times. You just want to watch him squirm and squirm he does. He is whining, head turning back and forth, with one hand on his thigh and the other over his mouth. You kiss the underside, looking up at him through your lashes. With a muffled moan, he looks away again, face scrunching up in concentration and pleasure. Slowly licking at the tip, watching as he continues unraveling, you finally take him in your mouth. You fit as much as you can at first, reveling in the loud gasp you earn from him. You continue a relentless pace, gently massaging his balls as well. 

This pleasure is intense for Johnny, so much so that he’s starting to tear up, eyes welling up as he holds back as many sounds as he can. But that only lasts so long as you lift your head off him, taking a deep breath and rasping out, “Do you wanna come, baby? Huh? Then come on, fuck my face like a good boy.” 

You go further down this time, causing him to jump at the feeling. Scurried hands grab at your head as he's bent forward, bucking at a frenzied pace. Loud, slutty moans roll from his lips as he loses himself in the feeling. And as you kneel there, trying to stay there for as long as possible, you feel yourself growing wetter. You did this to him, got him so riled up that he could barely control himself. Amongst his hurried moves, you manage to push past your gag reflex and fully take his entire cock down your throat. A loud, long breathy moan is all Johnny can get out as he almost immediately cums at the feeling. Focusing on holding your breath until you can no longer feel him pulsing in your throat, you savor his sounds, his whines, whimpers, moans.

As you move up, taking a deep breath, you admire him in the lowlights. His face flushed and sweaty, eyes rolled back in his head, usually perfect hair messed up. Beautiful. But he only stays like that for so long, because you move up to kiss him. As if his body is reacting without him thinking, he wraps one hand behind your back and uses one to tangle in your hair. After a short kiss, he pulls away. You manage to half-whisper “That was quite a show you put on,” chuckling afterward.

Johnny lazily motions for you to sit next to him, and you oblige. But before you’re even fully down, he's on you, kissing and pulling you closer. Now it's his turn to tease, fingers traveling under your shirt to play with your nipples. You let out light gasps at the feeling, as Johnny starts to bite and suck at your neck.

Mumbling against your skin, you can hear him say, “I'll give you a show.” He manages to pull your shirt off before you even realize what's happening, his eyes still desperate and wanting. He has no grace or subtlety as he pulls your pants and underwear off, he doesn't want to wait any longer than he has to. Shrugging his shirt and pants fully off, he stares at you intensely. He moves a finger to swipe across your wetness, knees buckling slightly as he feels you. He leans in against your chest, beginning to beg. “Please, please, I wanna be inside you, love. I wanna give you a real show, show how good I can be. Please?” God, he's kind of pathetic like this. It's hot.

With a quick nod, he springs up. He wastes no time as he practically lifts you and turns you around. Now, with your hands grasping the back of your seat and ass in the air, Johnny leans over you and presses against your back. Kissing between your shoulder blades, he slowly moves his hips to yours, cock gently rubbing against your wet pussy. Unable to control himself, his hips buck at the sensation, earning a groan from both of you. Face still against your back, you feel him lightly bite you, trying to ground himself. 

Finally, he manages to calm himself, standing up and taking a deep breath. After a pause, he lines himself up and pushes in slowly. With a long whine, he manages to bury himself inside you, pausing to adjust. With a strained voice, he quietly says, “Oh god, you feel so good, squeezing against my cock like that. I’m already sensitive, you know.” After a short pause, he starts to move, mesmerized by the way your ass bounces against him. “Shit, I should’ve fucked you earlier. I’ve been missing out,” he manages to get out as he speeds up, reveling in the way you mewl under him.

He’s moving at a breakneck pace now, gripping your hips desperately, and sputtering out praise. Without slowing, his hands shoot out, wrapping around your neck and grabbing your jaw. He’s using your head as leverage, but he manages to fuck you even deeper. He gently turns your head to the back corner of the theater, lightly slapping your cheek to get your attention. “See right there? That’s where the camera is. Go ahead, put on a show, baby.” Despite his confident words, his voice is higher than normal and breathy. His words shoot straight to your dripping pussy, clenching even tighter around him. His hips buck in as he laughs slightly. “You like that? You like being my own personal pornstar? Then come on, let me see it. Get louder, these mics only pick up so much. Don’t hold back, yeah?” 

You decide that he’s getting a little too cocky, and decide to shut him up a bit. Moaning out obscenities, you begin to bounce back against him. His hands shoot back to your hips, using you to stabilize himself. Gone are his confident words, replaced with the most gorgeous whimpers you’ve ever heard. His head dips lower, resting once again against your upper back. You can hear his quiet whispers of “Oh fuck” repeated over and over again like a prayer.

With scrambling fingers that dart under you, he starts to play with your clit, bouncing at the same rhythm of his thrusts. “What fun is it if I’m the only one cumming? Besides…” he lets out a breathy laugh, “I studied the game tape.” He begins moving in circles, and suddenly it’s like you’re fucking him for the 50th time. He knows exactly where and what feels good, what directions, and how much pressure to use. But you have no time to wonder how many times he watched you before his hips started snapping in shaky thrusts. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, and with the energy you have left, you decide to put on a major finale. Head tipped back, you begin pleading with him, crying out, “Please come for me, please, please. You’ve done such a good job, I need it, I need you, please please please…” Unable to hold back, he cums with a harsh final thrust. But even in the throws pleasure, he manages to continue to play with your clit. You cum shortly after him, he whines at the feeling of you spasming around his extremely sensitive cock. He slowly pulls out, taking a long second to admire the sight of you bent over and dripping arousal.

He guides you into the chair, helping you sit down and catch your breath. He sits next to you, snuggling into your side and planting his face against your neck. He breathes deep, inhaling your scent and kissing lightly against your sensitive skin. He manages to mumble into your neck, looking up with sweet, half-lidded eyes, “So...there’s about 56 cameras in the house. You mind sticking around for an extra few weeks?”

[delicatebarness]

i cant read your mind | chapter one

Summary: It has been six months since half the universe came back, six months since Steve left, six months since you lost Natasha, and three months since finding out the man you were sleeping with wanted to end it.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout.

Word Count: 1600

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A/N: I have watched TFATWS at least 6 times this week so I am prepared for this.

Tags: @blackhawkfanatic | @cjand10 | @wintrsoldrluvr | @missvelvetsstuff

As Sam addressed the crowd at the Smithsonian, you listened to his every word by Rhodey’s side. You let yourself laugh at the appropriate moments and fought back tears as your friend paid tribute to another. Your heart ached as you watched him pass on the shield, the symbol that guided you to become the best agent you could and more.

“I can’t do this,” you murmured almost inaudibly as you slipped away from the crowd, retreating to the quiet street. You steadied your thoughts, taking a few deep breaths. Retrieving your phone from your purse, you hesitated before dialing a number. “Come on,” you urged as the ringing persisted. 

Disappointment washes over you as you realize there’s no answer on the other end, you stand there for a moment. Staring at your call lost, feeling the loneliness creep in as you see that none of your calls have been picked up. Taking another deep breath, you put your phone back and start walking. Each step is a deliberate effort to move forward. 

While navigating the streets of Washington, your thoughts are focused on the events at the Smithsonian. The passing of the shield symbolized the end of an era for you. An era that had taken over your entire adult life. 

~

You enter your quiet apartment and sink onto the couch. The weight of the day, flight, and lack of food were starting to seem heavier, you couldn’t bring yourself to get changed out of the formal black dress you had been wearing since half four that morning. You retrieved your phone from your purse once again, your fingers hovering over the screen as you debated whether to try calling again. 

You knew it was getting late but you dialed the number again, heart pounding with anticipation. As the phone rang, you tried not getting your hopes up, but they were crushed when it went to voicemail. 

Sighing deeply, you set your phone down as you got back up from the couch and made your way back out into the street. You were proud of yourself for not letting the tears spill down your cheeks. 

The streets were quiet, and the soft glow of the streetlights offered a semblance of solace. With no destination in your mind, you wandered as the hunger gnawed at your stomach. Searching for a nearby restaurant for a late-night bite, you approached the diner you knew as Izzy. 

Your heart lurched in your chest as you recognized the figure through the window, sitting opposite a woman, she seemed to be laughing at whatever it was he was telling her. Playing a game of Battleship and drinking. “Not like that’s going to affect him,” you thought as you took in the sight. For a moment, you stood frozen in place, the tears you previously held back now beginning to spill. 

~

Once you were home and washed the day off of you, a hint of optimism rose from within you. Deciding to open yourself up to a new experience, you downloaded a popular dating app and uploaded all the photos of you in dresses that hugged your body just the way you loved. The way he once said should be for his eyes only. Swiping through profiles, it didn’t take long for you to come across someone who caught your eye, and match with them. 

You exchanged messages for the rest of the night, at some point agreeing to meet for brunch the next morning.

~

Your date was waiting for you when you arrived at the cafe, a friendly smile lighting up his face. Exchanging greetings, he pulled out a chair for you and helped with your coat and bag. You thanked him, finding yourself relaxed in his company. 

Settling into conversation, you shared stories, laughed, and began feeling a genuine connection. You hadn’t allowed yourself to truly feel this happy in three months, letting yourself let go of the weight that had been pressed into your chest for so long.

“Is that? Is that The Winter Soldier?” your date asked, his focus moving away from you and instead toward the entrance of the cafe. Turning your gaze over to where your date had been looking, it felt like time stopped as you looked into the eyes of a furrowing James Buchanan Barnes. His fist clenched under his leather gloves. 

“Here we go,” you mumbled under your breath as you noticed him making his way over to you. With trembling hands, you reached for the glass of champagne that sat on the table in front of you. Tilting the glass back, you swallowed every last drop of it in an attempt to calm yourself down. 

“I need to speak to you,” Bucky growled, his voice low and commanding as he towered over you. As much as you’ve wanted nothing more than to be around him for the last three months, you kept your gaze fixed on your date. “Now.” 

“I’m on a date,” your tone even with a hint of defiance as you responded to the super soldier. You watched as the eyes of your date filled with fear and amazement. 

“I can see that,” he replied dryly, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he gave your date a pointed look. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sensing the tension between you and Bucky. 

“Whatever you have to say, it can wait,” your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I’m here with someone else,” you added emphasis on ‘someone else’ as you sensed him tense up beside you. 

Your date cleared his throat, shooting a hesitant glance between you and Bucky. He spoke up, his tone polite but uneasy. “Perhaps I should… give you two some privacy?” He began to stand from the table, making his way over to the restrooms. Bucky quickly sat in the seat he had previously occupied. 

Your gaze was ablaze with a mixture of hurt and frustration as you finally made eye contact with Bucky. “What do you want?” your voice trembled slightly. 

Bucky couldn’t suppress the sarcasm that came from his tone as he looked over toward the restrooms. “Well, he seems like a real charmer,” his tone full of irony. 

You shot him a disapproving look, eyebrows knitting together in a silent warning. “Again, what do you want?” Bucky looked back at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Rolling your eyes, you defended the man you had known for less than 12 hours. “He’s a nice guy,” 

Leaning back in his seat, Bucky folded his arms across his chest as he sent you a knowing look. “If you say so,” he remarked. If it wasn’t for the dry and snarky tone, you’d have thought he was backing down. “And, I’m sure he can handle a doll such as you,” he continued while sending you a wink. 

“Can’t you just go back to ignoring me like you have done for the last three months?” you sighed, picking up your fork and using it to move food around your plate.

“I saw the pictures you used for your little dating profile,” he glared at you when he noticed a smirk now taking place over your lips.

You shrugged nonchalantly and replied with a calm tone. “Yeah, and?”

His jaw tightened at your response, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Thought they were only for me?” he pressed.

Your expression softened, remorse flickering over your features as you looked back at him. “Things change,” you murmured, your voice tinged with regret. “I waited five years for you to come back, five years of not even knowing if you were coming back,” your voice quivered with emotion.

Bucky’s gaze softened, and he straightened his posture. “I know-” he began to speak but you cut him off before he could finish.

“No, Bucky, you don’t” you shot back at him, your voice rising with each word. “You couldn’t possibly understand what it was like, not know where you went, or if you were alive or dead, or if you’d even come back,” 

His jaw once again clenched, “I waited over 90 years for you to come into my life,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion and vulnerability. 

Your eyes widened at his admission, you were both surprised and in disbelief, “But yet, you only waited three months before jumping into bed with someone else,” you accused, voice thick with bitterness. “How was your night of Battleship, by the way?”

His hands balled into fists on top of the table, his voice raised to match yours. “Firstly, I didn’t sleep with her,” he retorted. “And secondly, what the fuck is this?” he gestures toward your date as he started to make his way back out of the restroom.

“I’m sorry,” your date now interrupts your conversation with Bucky as he makes his way back over to you. “I didn’t know you two are exes,” 

“He’s not my ex!” 

“She’s not my ex!”

~

Alone in the dimly lit apartment, you allowed yourself to have a moment to rest, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths. The weight of your date pressing down on your shoulders. Surprisingly, he asked for a second date. Once Bucky had left, he offered to take you out again another time. You happily agreed.

As you began to drift into a state of relaxation, the sound of the television caught your attention. “... it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.” 

“What the fuck?!”

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[glitterjay]

do u write poly? cuz since i saw this (https://x.com/baekwoniee/status/1804722513248710738?t=llnKbmNUddMJtFrYH9MFoQ&s=19) i can't stop thinking about being sandwiched between them lolol

can it be a lil suggestive? ☝🏼👁

link!

⭒ poly relationship, bf!jayke, short, suggestive content implied at the end, minors dni

⭒ c's note: i dont mind writing threesomes or ploy relationships, but i cant promise you whatever comes out will be good...

⭒ taglist (open): @hollyoongs @fertilizedtoesw

being loved by two handsome men at the very same time was thee life. having jay's act of services around and jake's playful and fun personality was the perfect combo and perfect balance.

today's case was having a movie date at home, where you'd watch movies all day with your two boyfriends and enjoy their presence. as jay got some food ready, you and jake tried to set up the living room for the occasion. blankets and pillows where getting tossed on the couch to create a "big nest" as jake called it.

once you were done, you both cuddled up next to each other waiting for jay so you could start your movie marathon. you had settled on watching the marvel series as they were pretty long and they would take some time to go through.

"jay, dude, hurry up! we'll start without you."

"im here, im here. why did i settle up with the most impatient people in the whole world..." he joked, leaving the food he brought from the kitchen in the coffee table.

"because you love us!" you said, scooting closer to jake's side to leave some space for jay. "come here, lets cuddle while we watch."

-

two hours had passed already, and you could tell both men were starting to get bored. jake was starting to yawn very often, and jay was busy scrolling through his phone, ignoring the movie. an idea popped in your head and it was time to start working.

you huffed at jay to get his attention, jake not paying much attention to his surrounding, and you took the phone from his hands. "i thought we were watching a movie, not our phones! get off of it." he chuckled and nodded in defeat, but you were not done just yet. you took his hand and placed it on your thigh, using the excuse that he couldnt move it away or else he's grab his phone again.

to him it was just an innocent way to get him to actually watch the movie, but you knew he'd start moving his hand up and down sometime soon. he always did.

now you turned your attention to jake, who had one arm wrapped around your waist, so you were basically stuck to his side. he was already making direct contact with you, less work to do.

you simply faked a yawn and grabbed the arm that was loosely resting on your hip, bringing it up to rest under your shirt on your tummy. now you had them where you wanted them. you where almost squished between them, having them make direct contact with your body that would soon tempt them into doing more.

"why dont we make our own movie?"

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[tkaulitzlvr]

Can you maybe write 2010 toms reaction and hc's for the reader being pregnant?

UNEXPECTED - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you have to tell tom some unexpected news, and his reaction isn’t what you had hoped for.

content: angst

a/n: thank you so much for the request, i am so bad at head canons so i just did a fic, i hope that’s okay!!

my hands shakily clutched at the test, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks as i hoped that somehow, my eyes were deceiving me. positive, the test reads, the eight letters staring back at me, reminding me over and over that they are very real, and i can’t back out of this.

tom and i were always careful, using protection every time we had sex to stop things like this from happening. we were young and foolish, as every 21 year old is, not ready to welcome a child of our own into the world, the thought of it scaring me so much, never thinking that it would become a reality so soon. it wasn’t that we didn’t ever want kids, but tom was constantly on tour, away from home for weeks and though i always went with him, it just wouldn’t be right to take a child with us. we had always discussed starting a family, both of us coming to the mutual conclusion that now just wasn’t the right time.

which is what terrified me even more, tom’s reaction worrying me as i just couldn’t guess what it would be. he was currently at the studio with the band, and he would be home any minute now, evening dawning over us as he had no idea of the news i was about to bring to him.

i sat on the couch, the test stuffed into the back pocket of my jeans, my eyes fixed on whatever was on the tv, but my mind was elsewhere, waiting for the door to open and tom to walk through it, praying that he wouldn’t freak out. there was no time left to just hope, the door handle turning as tom steps through, baggy jacket clad to his figure, reminding me just how cold it is outside. he takes his shoes off, announcing a quick “i’m home my love”, before entering the living room, a smile appearing on his face once he sees me.

he walks towards the sofa, sitting down beside me and embracing me in a hug. my body begins to shake as i can no longer hold back the tears, tom noticing and quickly pulling away, studying my face and the sorrow etched upon it.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he replies, concerned, holding my face and kissing my forehead, attempting to wipe the tears as he awaits my response.

“you promise you won’t get mad?” i manage to let out between sobs, my words almost inaudible, yet he clearly understands what i say, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“what? why would i be mad? you can tell me anything, you know that.” he says, much more composed than i am, his heart aching to see me in this state. “now what’s wrong? please, talk to me schatz.”

my eyes meet his for the first time, bloodshot and glassy, whilst his hurriedly scan my face, the worry only increasing in his own as every second passes that i don’t confess. i can’t bring myself to say the two words “i’m pregnant”, because the second i do, it will truly become real, my mind in some twisted sort of denial, telling myself that if i don’t admit it, it will somehow go away. so, instead of saying what is wrong, i decide to show him, reaching hesitantly into my back pocket and placing the pregnancy test in his hands.

he looks downwards, finally seeing the reason why i am so upset. his body tenses up, his mouth hanging open in shock the only thing he is able to do. i cant tell if he is happy, excited, or completely angry, all i know is that he cannot believe his eyes. the tears continue to spill down my cheeks, praying that he will reassure me that everything will be okay, but the twisting feeling in my stomach provides me with the terrifying realisation that i’m not going to receive that comfort.

“please say something.” i whisper, my voice shaky as he still hasn’t moved or even looked at me, his eyes fixed on the pregnancy test in his palm of his hands.

“is this real?” he mutters, refusing to look at me, his hands trembling a little.

“it’d be a pretty fucked up joke tom.” i reply, angry at his ridiculous question but not in any position to consider causing an argument, knowing that is the last thing i need right now.

“i just- i don’t know what to say. i’m not ready for this.” he confesses, finally looking upwards as his gaze meets mine, his eyes now glazed with tears, yet he isn’t sad - i see a glare within them that cannot be mistaken for anything else but anger.

“i’m not either tom, you know this. i don’t know what to do.” i put my head in my hands, sobbing even more now, my breathing fast and irregular. my mind longs for any sort of comfort from him, even a little reassurance, a half-hearted ‘it’s gonna be okay’, even though it would be a lie, it would be the most perfect one he ever told, because it would give me a million times more consolation than i am receiving right now. but he stays silent, biting his lip, almost as if he is stopping himself from truly speaking his mind.

“i can’t do this.” he finally says, standing up and walking out of the living room, exiting the house as he closes the front door behind him with a slam.

my breathing begins to quicken, my heart rate increasing as the worst possible scenario is suddenly becoming true in front of my eyes. if me finding out that i was pregnant wasn’t enough, tom leaving only placed the cherry on my cake, a sickening sense of guilt now punching me in the gut, stabbing a knife in the wound as i begin to feel nothing but completely stupid for letting this happen, blaming it all on myself. my sobs are muffled within my hands as my head rests there, my entire body trembling as i long to be in his arms, him telling me that it would be okay, that we would get through this. instead, the cold air is my only company, leaving me in it’s icy embrace, giving me the constant reminder that i am alone.

it is this reminder that sticks with me until my eyes begin to feel heavy, my body falling into a deep sleep, providing me with a temporary distraction from reality.

warm hands. two large, warm hands are what wake me from my sleep as they caress my face gently, contrasting with the coldness of the entire house.

“love?” i hear a familiar voice whisper, finally opening my eyes to see tom kneeled beside me, his own bloodshot from crying.

“why are you here?” i ask, anger quickly filling my veins, the reminder of how quickly he left, betrayed me like it was nothing, flooding my memory.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have left like that. i was just so shocked, and i backed out, and i shouldn’t have. we can talk about this, if you’re ready to.” he softly says as i sit up, moving his hands off my face.

“you left me.” i mutter, the tears already threatening to fall. “i wanted your support, and you left me. you fucking left me when i needed you most! do you know how shitty that feels? all day, i’ve felt guilty, and i find the courage to tell you and then you fucking bail on me?”

“i know and i’m so sorry my love. i didn’t expect it, i reacted in the wrong way-”

“what you think i did expect it? you think i’ve been throwing up for the past two weeks and i wanted it to happen? do you know how hard it’s been to hide my suspicions, because i didn’t want to scare you until i knew for sure, and then you run away because you didn’t expect it? the one time, the one time i fucking need you here and you leave me.” i sob, my voice breaking as i shake my head, standing up and walking away, tom quickly following me to the kitchen where i stand, my front against the counter, head in my hands.

he says nothing, but wraps his arms around my waist from behind, his thumbs running along my stomach comfortingly, lips pressing small kisses on my shoulder as i slowly begin to calm down. we both stand in silence, tom never loosening his hold on me, finally speaking up once my breathing has slowed a little.

“i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry. you didn’t deserve that at all. i promise you, i’ll never leave you like that again, not for a second.” he whispers, turning me around so that my chest is flush against his, his arms securely around my waist.

“why did you do that tom? you have no idea how scared i am.” i say, my words slightly muffled as my head is buried into his t-shirt, my arms clinging onto his neck.

“ i’m so sorry. i’m sorry.” he keeps repeating, kissing my forehead over and over between his words, never once letting go of me.

“what are we going to do?” i sigh, appreciating the fact that we have made up, but knowing that it doesn’t change the situation or make the reality any easier to swallow.

“i don’t know baby, i don’t know. but whatever you decide, i’ll be right here, always. i promise, i’ll always be here.” he affirms, and the sincerity of his voice tells me that i can believe every single one of his words.

“i love you tom.” i say, the words slipping from my mouth naturally as they are the only ones that come to mind.

“i love you too.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for taking a nap in the living room?

I (over 21) sometimes take naps in the living room. I live with my parents and one of my siblings. I do this when home alone, OR if someone else says "hey turn off the light I'm going to nap" (so more than one person in the living room wants to nap). If people are home, I'll go to my room. It is not a daily occurrence. Maybe 1-2x a week I'll take a nap?

I have had people come home as I'm taking a nap and it wake me up, which no big deal I'm in the living room. Either I'll wake up and stay up, or I'll go to my room. It never normally bothers me, because my fault for sleeping in the living room. I prefer the living room for two reasons: one, while our dog was alive (recently passed) the dog was not allowed in my bedroom but someone would have to watch them and they would whine if they were alone. The second is, the heating doesn't connect to my room, so I have a space heater that does warm the room, but not compared to the main rooms of the house (same with AC during the warmer months).

Well, I was in the living room when what I thought was a normal headache started. My sibling was home and all was fine. However, my headache quickly turned into a migraine. It was so bad when I turned my head I felt nauseous. You can't really do anything when they are that bad but sleep, at least i cant. My sibling sent off a text in our family group chat to tell people that I was having a migraine episode and we both were going to take a nap.

We both were in the living room, them on the couch and me in the recliner. We slept for only 30 minutes when my parents came home. No big deal, but my migraine hadn't went away. My parents both came in the living room and saw that they had woken me up, my sibling was still asleep. I told them quietly "yeah, my migraine is still really bad, I feel nauseous moving. I'm going to go back to sleep". They agreed. However then they kept trying to talk to me. They would leave the room and come back.

About the stupidest stuff too, like did you see the neighbor got engaged or did you see what the dog did today. This happened for over 10 minutes and I was about to cry from the pain and annoyance. Finally, I snapped and said over ten minutes ago I wanted to go back to sleep, instead I'm sitting here nauseous and in pain because they can't shut up about stupid stuff and wait until dinner (we all do family dinners).

My mother started crying and my father started yelling, waking my sibling up. I got told I was lazy and not working hard nd that I was using migraines as an excuse, they weren't really that bad. My sibling, confused, tried to calm my parents but was told to be quiet. I went to get up to my room and actually fell back down because the room was spinning, all while my father kept yelling and my mother kept crying.

I finally made it to my room and passed out for a couple of hours. When I awoke, my migraine had subsided. My sibling is fine, but my parents are giving me the cold shoulder. AITA for snapping at them?

What are these acronyms?

[dufferpuffer]

Hello, I've just read loads of your posts/metas/HCs and I love them - especially your character analysis! I have to confess my favourite has always been Tonks and after reading your post about her and Snape and how they relate to each other, I can't get out of my head how good Tonks/Snape/Lupin relationship might be! Do you have any HCs or thoughts about what a relationship for them might look like?

Please don't feel like you need to answer if this is a topic that doesn't interest you - but if it is, I'd love to know your take!

Severus and Remus both push people away from them. - Severus is a grumpy sod that pushes down emotion. He pushes people away so they can't become problems. - Remus has his grumpy sod moments - but mainly pushes people away so he can't become a problem and hurt them.

Neither of them can trust other people not to hurt them, so they close off their hearts.

Tonks is a magnet that draws people in. She is a worm, a parasite, an expert in squirming into the most protected hearts and softens them. A grumpy-sod whisperer.

- She drags the emotion out of Snape effortlessly. She is someone he knows he can (mostly) trust to be competent. - She is strong enough to resist Remus' pushing and to soothe his worries of being a burden: she can handle him. - She can adapt herself to what people need, she cares about how they feel and she won't easily fold.

Remus 🤝 Dora 🤝 Severus

Normally Severus and Remus repel eachother - but as they are softened by Tonks… they soften to eachother, too. Because deep down they have alot in common, their flaws compliment eachother - once they get past that first hurdle of actually getting to know eachother.

The one thing Tonks cant do for Severus is know what he has been through. Know what his life has been like, what he has had to do, what being naturally despised and a double-agent abandoned by everyone you love is like. What it's like to be alone. To hit rock bottom and scrape against it… and always fear losing everything and falling down there again. Remus knows that… and he loves soothing people. He loves being soft, wise, gentle - and useful.

The one thing Tonks can't do for Remus is convince him he is needed. He thinks she is biased. Capable, strong, intelligent - too good, he is dragging her down. Their whole relationship has been her trying, insisting, pleading - with small spurts of what he would call 'being weak' where he folds. But SHE can't convince him that isn't 'being weak'. Other people need to - it has to come from outside, someone he can't pass off by saying 'they don't understand the reality of his condition and situation.' His depression, anxiety and trauma makes him a little delusional. He can't just be brought to water, he needs to be FORCED to drink. (Harry did a good job of this.) Tonks can't do that. She is in the wrong position for it - and she is just a little too soft to handle him so roughly. Severus wouldn't struggle to grab him by the scruff of the neck and hold his head under. To drag him home.

- Remus is weak willed - supported by Tonks, but kept in line by Severus. Remus can't give Tonks stability in their relationship. Severus not only can - but he can enforce it. - Severus can't give Tonks an open heart, not without her working hard for it. But Remus can. - And they can draw it out of eachother - if not for themselves, then FOR HER.

Like I've always liked Snupin but struggle to see it as particularly 'domestic'. They're both standoffish. In a relationship would be interesting: finding being alone together a comfort. But with a third? With Tonks as their anchor? The foundation? Not only could they both orbit around her - I think it would bring them together better, too.

Going from bickering and only withstanding eachother in the same room for Tonks sake… ...to them both cuddled on the couch, watching a documentary or something, waiting for her to get home. They go from teasing her "What do you even see in that guy…?" To having their own slow-burn romance right infront of her.

Going from: Remus 🤝 Dora 🤝 Severus to: Dora 🤝 🤝 Remus 🤝 Severus

...and like imagine the sex

Anyway I really like poly ships for Remus - because he is such a fucking handful. He needs a whole support structure to just stay with Tonks in canon - so slipping a third, fourth, whatever into their structure just... makes sense. He is a complex guy with many issues that aren't easily supported. He can't just have a mate. He needs a pack.

A little different to the ask: but If you want a cute poly fic between Remus, Tonks, Sirius and a cute OC @black-occamy has a really sweet one on AO3 :) (I hope they don't mind me sharing it)

[spacexseven]

nice glad to see drunk yans was a hit. yeah i agree that dazai would be 1000% HUMILIATED that he just entirely blew his cover with you but on the bright side thats something he can jot down in his Evidence That Darling Secretly Has A Crush On Me list. its in the same notebook where he scribbles “mr. osamu darlingslastname” with hearts around it and ingredients for love spells he looked up online. he’ll find one that works eventually mark his words. i think for ADA dazai he’d just pretend he doesnt remember to avoid having to have the “im obsessed with you” conversation but rest assured. he is also writing about it in his insane little diary. 

ANYWAY sleepy!drunk ranpo as promised. it’s rare for ranpo to actually get inebriated, despite his gluttony. dulls his detective mind. but it’s alright to let loose on occasion, especially when that occasion gives him and excuse to spend some more time with darling! his flirtation strat is just to put himself in darlings line of sight as much as he can. once he gets drunk he’s pretty much just Gone. you’re honestly amazed someone as talkative as ranpo could ever be this. quiet and subdued. just blearily blinking his eyes and slurring out little whines about how its too loud in here. catch is: he doesnt wanna sleep just any old place, he wants to sleep on YOU. he’ll perch his head on your shoulder and doze off, lay down on your lap, grab your hand and put it in his hair, try to drag you over to the couch and get you to take a nap with him, etc. refuses to go to bed unless you agree to go with him. oh, and theres no waiting until he passes out and quietly slipping away. if you move away from him he’s waking up instantly and following after you, sleepily asking “where are we going” like he was invited or something. ur probably still on cuddle buddy duty when he wakes up hungover too. 

clingy!drunk akutagawa. this one also cannot hold his liquor for the life of him so he’ll start to tilt into Weird after like. 2 drinks if that. typically, akutagawa is pretty avoidant with you. you’re not good for him. he cant focus on the task at hand if he’s close enough to smell you or feel the warmth that radiates off your skin or even hear the lilt of your voice, so he tries to cut down direct contact as much as he can. (stalking is fine tho he can do THAT all day long) if someone actually manages to get him drunk, however, as soon as he sees you he’s gravitating towards you like a magnet. he doesn’t really say much. just attaches himself to you. sits so close his leg is practically on top of yours, gently grabs your sleeve when you walk somewhere so he doesnt lose track of you, stuff like that. he’s just your shadow for the night. might get a bit bolder as the night goes on and actually take a crack at talking to you, but nothing he says is gonna make much sense. WILL try to follow you home be aware him doing that. (also, quick aside…flirty!drunk akutagawa… akutagawa acting completely unlike himself, laughing and smiling and boldly touching you… leaning into whisper salacious things in your ear… pushing you down into the booth or up against the wall… much to think about.)

BONUS ROUND smiley!drunk fyodor. fyodor is even less likely to deign himself with the crude act of drink than the other two. doesnt like being out of his own head, and with all of his various ailments drinking in excess could prove problematic… but gogol dared him to so now he’s half kicked in the ass. normally, fyodor smiling at you is something very creepy that you have to be worried about, but now he almost looks kinda… sweet. just genuinely grinning and lightly giggling like hes having the time of his life just being near you. i mean, it’s definitely still kinda creepy but you know. less so than usual. he probably wouldnt talk much, just the occasional hi :) or something in russian you cant understand. he’d occupy himself mostly with grabbing your hand and toying idly with your fingers or running his fingers through your hair. just little touches. things he rarely affords himself sober. he’ll only stop smiling if you try to leave, pouting and grabbing your hand to try to keep you with him for longer. might try to go after you but he’s very wobbly so youll have to catch him, also contact that he enjoys. he actually wont be embarrassed by any of this he’ll just go that was fun :) the next morning. 

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ranpo sleep on me wink wink i cant write flirty akutagawa for the life of me but he lives in my mind <3 also please imagine this w manga fyodor!! he has a very pretty smile lol (if its ooc i do not care once in a while it's good to write him not as evil !!)

cw: yandere characters, obsession, intoxication, implied stalking

ranpo needs to be drunk to be all clingy, but drinking only makes him more shameless about it. he's decided to attach himself to you, literally sleeping on top of you, and so on. he's unnaturally quiet, though, and more...vulnerable? you're suddenly reminded of the fact that ranpo isn't an ability user; just a regular person with an unrelenting mind when you see him blinking slowly and drinking from his cup.

he's never had a reason to hide his infatuation with you, not caring about what anyone else, including you, had to say or feel about it, but now he looks a little shy, staring quietly at you and looking back at his drink the moment your eyes lock, looking a little flustered. it was almost like he was another person entirely.

however, after some time passes and he seems to have warmed up to your presence, he becomes more demanding. stumbles over to drag you towards the loveseat at the back of the room, quickly wrapping his arms around yours so you wouldn't move while he snoozed away. though he's asleep, his grip on you is almost painful and even the slightest nudge would make him tighten his hands. maybe he'll loosen up the more he slept...?

you've never seen akutagawa drink. you've always thought he would be quiet even if he was intoxicated but he seems to be acting...oddly. the previously stoic look melts into a devious expression on his face that reminds you of someone that you can't quite put your finger on, and a dangerous look in his eye, not unlike that of a predator on the hunt. he takes short breaks in between each sip but doesn't seem to be bothered by the alcohol, still silently studying the room and inspecting every individual until—

—he sees you.

his eyes widen a fraction before he catches himself, straightens up, and walks towards you with a confidence that you hadn't expected. he sits next to you and continues sipping from his cup, lmost as though you didn't exist. you get up to leave but his voice startles you.

"where are you going?"

akutagawa had a low, melodious tone when he spoke, something you had never noticed before since he rarely talked to you. you were strangely flustered by the sudden attention on you...you didn't even know that he knew who you were.

"home...it's getting quite late."

he nods, "i'll walk you back."

it was not an offer or a question—this was an implicit order. silently you wonder if he was sober enough too walk around and make his way back later. still, you didn't want to annoy akutagawa, more so when he was drunk and unpredictable. surprisingly, he doesn't seem to stumble around his way or need you to guide the way, seemingly knowing exactly where to go and which floor your apartment was.

would it be rude to not invite him in? he waits outside as you open the door and shuffle in, but before you can ask him to come in, he goes in for a hug. you're frozen still as he sighs in your warmth, then lets go almost as quickly as he latched on, as though he never did anything in the first place. as you watch him walk down the hallway, you wonder just what else he's been hiding.

fyodor is...not really much of a drinker, from your own observations. still, he's not exactly opposed to a few drinks every once in a while, and today, since the sky casino was throwing a party, you supposed he couldn't skip the occassion. he's always had this alluring yet uneasy presence, like something about that sweet smile and the amused glint in his eyes just felt off, but drunk fyodor is...almost irresistable.

you know what he can do and you've witnessed how dangerous he is, but somehow he looks far too approachable now. a soft little smile, nothing like the ones he uses to disarm and charm people, humming under his breath—it was impossible to look away from him.

as nikolai leaves his side, fyodor's eyes scan the room lazily, before they find you. his smile grows a little, and he raises one hand up. a silent request. before you can even think about it, you find yourself making your way over to him, unsure if the slight buzz in your system was from the alcohol or the sensation of him asking for you.

he gestures over to the now empty chair beside him, watching you closely with a sleepy smile.

"enjoying the party?" you nod eagerly, watching as he chuckles and reaches out for your hand, twisting the rings around your fingers. he inspects each one, still humming, before bringing your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it. you were not expecting any of the affectionate gestures, but you would be lying if you said it didn't feel nice, someone aa attractive and as important as fyodor having only eyes for you.

"you look very nice," he says, eyes inspecting every inch of you in a manner thar should have been alarming but in that moment, it was just nice to be complimented.

you sit like that with him for a while more, him mumbling things in russian under his breath every so often, squeezing your palm and stopping to compliment you ever so often. once, he reached up to touch your hair, apologizing right after for messing up your hairstyle. like that mattered when you were on cloud nine.

an acquaintance of yours calls you over, but fyodor's grip tightens around you, and he frowns for the first time that evening. he croons at you, letting a pet name slip that has you absolutely endeared, asking very softly for you to stay a little longer. he whispers that he likes your presence. the other person is hence ignored.

he asks, again, if you could help him up to nikolai, and his voice, while you know it's not meant to be that way, sounds almost seductive. you have to shake off your thoughts before helping him wobble over to the clown, who was happily entertaining some guests. fyodor smiles at you one laat time that night.

the next day, while you're sure he would not remember the night before, he pauses his steps when he sees you in the hallway, inspects you with those devouring eyes, and smiles, telling you to have a good day.

[r0tt3n-corpse]

(Could u make the reader female?) Could you like make a story about dib being a nerdy guy who was considered the weird kid in hi-skool and reader is like one of the popular kids. Dib is friends with reader brother. he goes over to his friends house but then realizes that his friend is the brother of the reader, and now he becomes best friends with the readers' brother and he cant believe believe that he's at the house of the popular girl. But then he somehow got left alone with the reader in the kitchen, and they flirt with each other. Maybe have a kiss? 👀💓✨️ Thank you 🫶

Here have this ice cream! :3 🍦

I love this request! Sorry if it’s a little out of character (and long 💀)

Fandom: Invader Zim

Warnings: None!

Popular female reader x Dib Membrane

Y/n sat up straighter in her spot at the lunch table as she and her friends all spoke about the latest drama. The lunch room was loud, it always was, and Y/n and her friends didn’t particularly help. It wasn’t like it was her fault that she got louder when excited, this was the only period she had with some of her friends!

“Y/n!” A familiar voice called, and Y/n turned to see non other than M/n (M/n just means male name btw, for the people who might not have brothers). Y/n excused herself to her friends and stood up, walking to where M/n was sitting with his own friends.

“Y/n, dude, the lunch lady was totally eyeing your table. You gotta be more quiet before you get a lunch detention.” M/n half joked as Y/n made herself comfortable in the lunch seat table next to him. Y/n rolled her eyes. It was true, though. The teachers had been handing out detentions like candy ever since some new school rule was placed.

“I’m not worried. Besides, what’s one lunch detention? You’ve had, like, five actual ones.” Y/n shot back with a laugh, M/n dismissing the comment with a shake of his head.

A black haired boy sat down across from M/n, startling Y/n slightly. The boy adjusted his glasses as he lifted his head, seeming to notice Y/n. There was a noticeably awkward pause as the boy and her made eye contact. He was familiar. Someone she’d passed in the hall? A classmate? It was hard to remember where exactly she’d seen that face. Y/n could feel her face heating up, this was wayyy too awkward for her taste. Y/n quickly turned back to M/n, her words jumbled as she said something about seeing him when she got home before speed walking back to her normal table.

Time skip to at home lol

M/n busted into the house, tossing his bag to the ground near the door before walking up to where Y/n was seated contently on the couch.

“I got Dib coming over. Don’t make it awkward like you did at lunch.” M/n said, hands on his hips as he looked down at Y/n.

“Dib? Really? That was the kids name?” Y/n teased, chuckling before quickly adding, “I guess it’s better than M/n.” M/n frowned, grabbed his bag off the floor, and walked over the front window to wait for his friend.

Y/n wasn’t sure how long it took until someone rung the doorbell, she had truthfully forgotten someone was coming over. M/n had fled to his room a while ago, lying that he was going to clean it. Y/n lifted her head and looked back at M/n’s bedroom door. He must’ve not heard the door. She scoffed and got up off the couch, dragging herself to the front door.

Opening the door, it felt like Y/n was back at the lunch room again. Those big, widened eyes staring at her like she was some kind of alien. The boy, Dib as M/n had called him, seemed to shrink down slightly in her presence. She did the opposite, and straightened up.

“Hello! M/n’s in his room. I’ll get you something to drink.” Y/n said, making some type on excuse to get away from Dib and get her thoughts in order. Dib blinked and nodded along with her words, stepping inside and closing the front door before awkwardly following her to the kitchen. Y/n shoved her hand to the back of the fridge and felt around for a juice box she was sure she had hidden there. Sure enough, it seemed M/n hadn’t found it, and she pulled it out. She stared at the juice in her hand momentarily. No way she was going to give this loser the juice she’d been saving, what was she doing?

With reluctance, Y/n shut the fridge and slid the juice box across the counter in Dib’s direction. He took it with a muttered thanks. Truly a waste of a good juice.

Getting a better look at him, Dib didn’t look half bad. Y/n played with the hem on her shirt. He was cute. She’d admit it. Maybe not willingly, but nonetheless. His hair looked healthy for a teenage boy’s and framed his face nicely, and although he looked like a nerd with those glasses of his, he managed to look handsome too. He was the type of boy Y/n’s friends either picked on or wanted for their first kiss. First kiss. Most of Y/n’s friends had theirs by now. Y/n hadn’t, and by the looks of Dib, neither had he.

“I didn’t know you were friends with M/n.” Y/n said, mostly trying to fill in the silence as she waited for M/n to come and take away his friend. Truthfully, Y/n hadn’t even known Dib existed before today. Dib nodded slightly, putting the now empty juice box back on the counter.

“Uh, yeah. We met online and found out we went to the same high school and then… well, now we hang out.” He explained, adjusting his glasses. Y/n nodded to let him know she was paying attention. She wasn’t actually, but he didn’t need to know that. Y/n noticed Dib’s pale face beginning to redden at the same she realized she’d been staring.

“What’s wrong? Pretty girls make you nervous?” Y/n teased, giggling slightly. Ah, it felt nice to playfully tease someone again, all that awkwardness was starting to get to Y/n.

“Something like that..” Dib said, shifting slightly in his stance. Okay, now it just felt like flirting. Wait, was Y/n actually flirting?? She tried not to get too excited, but the thought of her getting her first kiss was heavy on her mind.

“Well maybe you should come here, I’m sure I look better up close.” Y/n said, taking a step towards Dib’s eyes widened slightly as if he was trying to figure out if she was serious. He slowly came closer. It was hard to tell whether or not he was actually as tall as Y/n, or if that was just him having bad posture. Either way, both Dib and Y/n were blushing at the close proximity.

Both Y/n and Dib were startled as they heard a door opening. Bad timing was typical for M/n. Dib turned slightly towards the noise and Y/n contemplated kissing him on the cheek, but then quickly decided that might be weird and stepped back. M/n entered the kitchen and saw Dib first, still blushing and frozen from the short lived moment. Y/n stepped around him and waved slightly to Dib from behind M/n’s back as she headed to her own room. Seemed her first kiss would have to wait.

(I’m pretty bad at writing people flirting but I also think it fits that they’re kinda awkward since they’re in high school)

[skzswife]

My sweet love❤🦊

Jeongin x (f) reader

Summary: Jeongin coming home from tour and going to a small party turns into something more..

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+ soft dom jeongin readers 1st time unprotected sex(be smart please boos) fingering several orgasms cursing i think thats it if I misses smth lemme know❤

It had been 4 years you have been crushing on your brother changbins best friend jeongin and you tried your best to hide the only person who knes was your best friend of 5 years Gina who shared your pain when your brother and jeongin left for tour, you hated the fact that she has been crushing on your big brother since she met him because she never shuts up about him. You watched every concert right after it happend on youtube and completely forgot about when they were coming back until you got a text from your brother..

Binnie🐷

"Where are you Y/N??😒"

Y/N

"What do you mean binnie I'm at home?"

Binnie🐷

"What do you mean you at home!?"

"Your supposed to be at the airport to pick me up!"

Y/N

"Oh shit i forgot I'm sorry!!😅"

Binnie🐷

"Just hurry up idiot😒"

...

You rush to get your purse and get out the door getting in the car and going as fast as you can without breaking laws as you drive your phone rings

*Brringgg bringg* (don't judge me)

You answer "hello?"

"OH MY GOD Y/N YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS!!" You pull your phone away from your ear in pain amd put it on speaker setting it down on the dashboard "I won't believe what Gina?" You hear gina jumping around through the phone "JEONGIN SAID HE COULDN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!"

You freeze "what!?"

"Platoncially but it still counts right?" You facepalm at her statement "oh my god Gina what dod he say exactly?"

She sighs and continues "he said I cant wait to get home and see my best friend y/n I love you!" You sigh "he was saying I'm his best friend dont get me all exited like that G anyway I gotta go im pulling up to the airport" you hear a defeated "okay bye talk to you later"

You pull and step out walking into the airport and finding your brother you run to greet him with a hug "binnie!! I missed you" "I missed you to ynnie" you jump as from behind you hear "wow not even a hi for me?" You spin around to see jeongin and you find yourself in a trance to how different he look his hair now black and a bit longer and hes a bit taller you get snapped back to reality as your thrown over your brothers shoulder and carried to the car "so is innie riding with us" you ask yohr brother with a wide smile "yeah his ride cancelled last minute its fine yeah?" "Of course it is" you look back at him and find him staring out the window secretly trying to hidw his red cheeks from the nickname

-a week later-

(Changbin decided to drag you to a party with his friends who you get along with easily) Felix is talking about the brownies he made for the occasion and offering them to everyone and minhos giving out drinks you take one of both and upon seeing jeongin with hyunjins friend noona you down half the alcoholic beverage an hour later everyone is at least on their 3rd drink but you are on your 5th not even being able to think straight you are very confused when you wake up on jeongins chest on the couch it turns out you and him were the drunkest and you both passed out on the couch. You have been known to sober up quickly so you grab 2 glasses of water and 2 asprins and wake kver to wake up jeongin only to find him sitting up already. You hand him the water and aspirin and he takes them with a smile already as sober as you

-2 hours later-

You are sitting on the couch at jeongins (where the party was) woth your brother and I.N of course you sitting in the middle watching IT chapter 2 you feel jeongin wrap him arm around your shoulder and squeeze you gently but you brush it of as freindly love wanting it to be more you find yourself snuggling into his chest and you feel his breath hitch your brother emerges from the bathroom and says he has to go but will be back you both nod and wave him goodbye. As soon as the door shuts you are flipped onto your back with jeongin on top of you "I-innie what are you doing?" "Do you think I'm dumb I know you like me" you blush trying to hide your face as I.N grabs your chin and direscts your face towards his you find the courage to close the space and connect your lips your tounge begging for entrance anf he allows it deepening the kiss by arching into him your hear him grunt as you feel his semi against your hip you pull away to whine the words "i-i want you innie" he smirks and practically tears your shirts off staring at your chest like its the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen and to him it was he latches his mouth onto one of the sensitive nubs the other being stimulated by those mesmerising fingers and you let out a small moan as his other hand slides into your shorts toying with your clit which causes you to moan louder "a-ah jeongin right there" he removes his hand and mouth making you whine at the loss of contact only to be silenced by him eating you out like a man who hasn't eaten in months and in minutes you reach your climax coating his face in your cum which he laps up bot letting any go to waste but he doesn't stop instead he keeps going until you cum again seeing whits as your chest heaves up and down relentlessly. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and kisses you deeply you moan at the taste of you mixing with the taste of him and suddenly you feel his fingers running along your entrance "w-wait!" He stops immediately worrying he dod something wrong "what happend!?" You look away in embarrassment "i-im a virgin.." He looks at you dumbfounded "o-oh that's fine we'll go slowly if you want to keep going"

"I do I definitely do" he smiles "ok I'm gonna put a finger in ok?" You nod and he slides his middle finger in slowly you wince in pain "focus on me not the pain ok?" You nod as you look at his beautiful face that has nothing but love on it he slides two more fingers in and your eyes clench shut in pain as you wrap your arms around his neck "I said focus on me." He says sternly which turns you on more as you obey him his fingers come out and you whine at the loss of contact but he looks you in the eyes and says

"are you ready" you nod your head quickly and he repositions himself and slides his pants and boxers down and you look in shock as his cock Springs free you lick your lips unintentionally and he Chuckles at you " what's so funny darling" you stutter "n-nothing your just so big how will you fit" he looks at you with a reassuring smile "your already so wet it'll be easy but ill go slow so I don't hurt you" ge lines himself up with your entrace and pokes the tip in as you whine in pain "please just do it fast innie it hurts" he looks at you confused "are you sure angel?" You nod frantically "yes please hurry" with that he shoves himself inside you bottoming out with a deep grunt and tears start streaming for your eyes at the pain "hey its ok" he say rubbing your cheek "now that the painful part is over the fun can start" his loving smile is replaced with a devilish smirk and his eyes filled with lust "get on all fours" you quickly obey and he starts pumping into you slowly picking up the pace and the pain turns to pleasure as he is now going at an unrelenting pace as you are moaning so much you can't breathe "do you like that princess?" You dont respond and he stops abruptly "I asked you a question" "y-yeah" he starts at the same pace he stopped and a few minutes later you suddenly feel that familiar knot in your tummy "i-im gonna c-cum" you manage to put together a barley coherent sentence "then do it" with his word you cum hard on his cock leading to his release as you both ride out your highs after he grabs a rag and cleans you up and carries you bridal style to the bedroom laying you down and plopping beside you holding you close and kissing the top of your head as you drift to sleep "I love you so much my sweet love"

Im sorry this is shit it was rushed and someone asked for jeongin and i tried there will be better ones with love youu

[a-certain-romance]

hmmm i had a thought and i was wondering if you can write something based off this? or you can even write this but in your way lol 😘😘😘

thought—

warning: fem reader with a dick! ,

kinks ; implied breeding, size difference

modern au!

— ok so, fem reader with a kid who hires raiden ei as a babysitter!

despite gaming as a continuous hobby, ei was still in dire need of a job. she just couldnt sit her ass in front of a screen, gaming all day!!! she needed something else to do besides that. she seeked job opportunities, although some rejected her due to her connection with yae miko (who they feared). so when she reached out to miko about these occasions, miko could just laugh at her but, she gave her a proposal about a certain friend of hers needing a babysitter, and that certain friend was fem reader. so ei takes up the oppurtunity because she has experience in babysitting (thanks to kunikuzushi when makoto was away.)

when miko and fem reader talked about ei accepting the job, fem reader couldnt be more relieved! timeskip to ei’s first day of the job, and it goes well, has some interactions with fem reader and the child, and ei grows fond of the both!

however, as ei continues to work there, fem reader cant help but feel weird and giddy when ei is there. time goes on, and reader develops an obsession with ei.

one day, fem reader arrives from work, to see her child and ei talking. she hears the child ask ei : “when can i get another mommy? i want one already :(…”

and that statement happens to be said as soon as fem reader walks into the room. ei looks at the door to see her boss there, and she’s in shock at the next few words fem reader says :

“dear, why don’t i make miss ei your new stepmommy instead? how would you like that, hm?”

fem reader is smirking, looking at ei. the child quickly agrees with the idea, loving the thought of having ei as her new other mom. “can i also have a sibling? i have no one to play with at home, mommy.”

fem reader grins even more, and tells the child : “ive been planning that, sweetie. just wait, i can get you one by tomorrow.”

the child then gets put to bed, leaving fem reader and ei alone downstairs in the living room. fem reader has ei’s small frame pinned on the couch, glaring down at her.

“help me fulfill my promise, hm? i never lie to my daughter, so make sure you bear my child tomorrow.”

ei barely gets the time to process, but she lets fem reader have her way, agreeing to everything proposed to her.

night passes, yet the thrusts of fem reader’s hips never stop pounding against the ass of ei. ei feels tired and used, but she accepts the pleasure, never once complaining. ei can barely feel her stomach anymore, besides the fact that her womb’s been filled up with so much cum at this point. she only receives and receives even more, not caring if she bears reader’s child or not. <3

(god my head is crazy)

Love these types of anons<3

Done with school for the time being so I have the time to write more for this blog. Happy pride to those who celebrate🏳️‍🌈

Characters/Ships: Ei x fem!reader with a dick

Warning: Smut written by a minor, breeding, creampies, anal

There was something about how perfectly Ei fit into your little family. Like a puzzle piece, Ei felt completely at ease with caring for the little one. Because of her gaming capabilities, the two of them have a blast doing board games and other fun activities that kept them entertained.

But having her around to babysit wasn’t enough for you. You tried to keep your thoughts wholesome, you really did, but your obsession got the better of you. The image of claiming Ei, making her yours by breeding her to your heart’s content, makes you throb every time you think about it.

And those 2 little questions from your sweet, sweet child was your opening. Ei was blushing through the whole conversation and even after the child was put to bed. She noticed the way you look at her. She’s spent less time gaming during the night so she can touch herself, either with her fingers or a dildo, to the thought of you taking her with your thick cock. She imagines what it would feel like to be wrapped around you and pounded into oblivion. When they asked for a sibling, every dirty scenario she’s thought of made themselves known behind Ei’s far away look.

She’s just so cute, so easy to pin down. Ei could resist, but she wanted a this just as much as your did. Despite letting you have your way, she took the liberty of stripping both your clothes and hers. She took extra time to slide off your bottoms and wrap her hand around your cock with excitement. She pumped it a few times but it didn’t make much of a difference, with your own dirty mind running rampant you were already hard at the thought of taking her.

At first you pounded into her on the couch. But before either of you could cum, you were scared Ei’s loud moans would wake the child and ruin all the fun. Instead, you picked her body up and carried her to the bedroom to finish what you started. Ei laid on the bed with you on top. When you started to go thrust faster Ei’s legs pulled you down by your hips. With a nod from Ei you came inside for the first time that night.

The rest of the night was a blur of different positions, the last one being you pushing Ei down into the mattress and cumming twice in her from behind. Ei’s spent, heaving body couldn’t catch a break, not that she minded all that much. With orgasm after orgasm her body was so sensitive. Ei can feel all the cum you’ve released inside her womb, the thought of bearing your child is practically guaranteed.

But if not, there’s plenty of time try again.

[whltlock]

CHAPTER 4/10 ★ Masterlist ★ Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/AFAB!NB Reader, Minor Wally West/Reader

Summary: Jason’s dead, so how is he in front of you right now?

Tags: vague soulmates au, jason has temporary amnesia, Jason/Reader Endgame, Fluff and Angst, post-resurrection, Sexual Content, Happy Ending, Past Relationship, heavy petting.

WC: 1,531

The moment you’re through the door, you head for the couch and flop onto it face-first. Jason follows, amused. “Mind if I join you?” he asks teasingly.

He gets a groan in response, but he takes it to mean yes. He lifts your legs and sits beneath them. When he pulls off your shoes, you let out a relieved noise. His fingers press into your calves in a random but methodical rhythm. “Long day?” he enquires as you roll over.

You sit up so your back’s against the arm rest. You nod, eyes on him. There’s mystery in them as he scours the details of your face. You hold in a shiver.

Suddenly, he moves until he’s laying half atop you, your legs tangled together. You swallow as his face nears yours. “You didn’t say you actually wanted to cuddle,” you mumble.

His nose nudges the column of your throat, breath hot and prickly as he hums. It’s pleasant. Alluring, even, and you have to blink the thought away.

You keep your eyes closed while his lips skim your neck.

And when did he get his hands under your shirt? He rests them on your waist, steadying and tender.

You feel him grin against your skin and you know he wants to rile you up.

He shifts and then he’s in front of your face again. Your eyes are still squeezed shut, but he wants your attention, so he bumps his nose into yours. You’re slow to submit. You see how your hesitation makes him nervous. His teeth pry at his bottom lip.

He’s so damn handsome, even with the addition of a few nasty scars. You want to kiss them one by one until he believes you. Maybe he already does with how reverent of you he is.

You answer his silent question with, “I’m okay.”

You try to keep your eyes on his, but inevitably, your gaze drops. To his lips and then lower; his torso, at how he crowds you in deliciously. The lack of space is palpable. Everything you’ve wanted and needed since he left you alone. Jason’s mouth curls at how obvious you’re being.

And, for a moment, the guilt is overridden as he moves in. His lips brush the corner of your mouth, giving you the tiniest of tastes. You don’t indulge for long before you sigh and look up at the ceiling.

Jason knows there’s some kind of block there. He doesn’t blame you. He’s willing to see it through to the end of the line.

Gradually, he cants your chin towards him and presses his mouth to yours, soft and undemanding, so you understand how he feels. Your palm touches his cheek and he holds it there, cherishing your warmth.

It takes you longer to pull away this time. When you do, you don’t look so conflicted. He’s glad.

Jason smiles sheepishly. Your forefinger drags over his bottom lip in wonder. He kisses it before you let it fall back to your side.

He nestles into the crook of your neck, happy to be home.

The photo frame is face down again.

He knows, you think. He must know.

You look up as Jason pops into view. He waits to see how you proceed. It seems cruel to fix it while he watches, like saying ‘I don’t choose you.’ Tastes like bitterness and finality.

You’re not sure you want any of those things.

So, you leave it.

You walk towards him, hoping it sends a different message. You hold up the coffee you brought from a cafe on the way home.

“That for me?” he asks, head tilted in interest.

You nod and also pass over a bag. “Pastries,” you say.

He grins all cute, hiding his relief. “Thanks, sweetness.”

“No worries,” you say. “Can I have one?”

“Hmm,” he plays coy. “If you’re good and eat your dinner, you may.”

You shove him. He follows you into the kitchen, chuckling at your ire.

You don’t speak about the photo.

You fall asleep in your own bed for once. Jason had said you looked like shit and promised he’d be fine for a few hours. So, inevitably, you relented.

However, it doesn’t last long. You toss and turn as chaos roars in your mind. You get lost in the maze of terror. You’re struck by the things of your past. Namely, Jason’s death. The details haunt you and your mind connects that godforsaken clown’s laugh to the crowbar, to blood and gore. To half of your heart being buried.

You wake thrashing, not yet given up on escape. The images are burned into your retinas. Your body feels especially sore when something crushes you. A litany of mashed curses and whimpers run wild as you fight against the darkness’ hold.

“Cut it out. S’just me.” The husky voice jolts you from it instantly, although your brain stutters while your frame trembles. “You’re with me, baby. You’re safe. I got you,” he murmurs.

The pet name makes you look up. The movement’s jerky, but you see him through bleary eyes. Jason’s on the bed with his arms wrapped around you. Slowly, your muscles loosen. It’s safe. He’s here. “‘M’sorry,” you whisper, stilted.

His head dips, his mouth pulled to the side wryly. “How many times have you done this for me, huh?”

You shrug, shaken up.

His hand smoothes over your clammy skin. “This happen a lot?” he asks, concerned.

You swallow the fear and exhaustion from your throat. “Not in a while,” you admit.

He sighs. “Because of me?”

You don’t look at him as you nod. “I… I’ve always felt guilty that you died alone,” you whisper. He makes another noise. Your name. You choke on a hiccuped sob. “My brain just—punishes me for it, I guess,” you cry, even as he squeezes you tighter, as his hands hold the base of your skull. “I wish you hadn’t been on your own.”

He hushes you and wipes the tears away. “There’s nothing you could’ve done for my dumbass.”

“Maybe,” you say, but the tears keep coming. You try to explain the inner workings of your nightmare: “My mind finds new ways to torture you.” You bury your face in his neck. “I hate that fucking clown.”

Jason lets out a dry laugh. “Me too, believe me.”

“I tried to kill him,” you say, barely audible.

It instils terror in him. “You did?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I thought it might bring one of us peace.”

His head falls against yours. “Should’ve realised you weren’t good with this. Shit, I’m sorry.” You shrug against him and he frowns. “I mean it. Tell me these things from now on.”

“Jay… you died,” you sigh.

“And you had to live through it,” he argues.

You slump into him, breathe him in. “Okay,” you say pathetically, even though the nightmare most definitely rouses your desire to pry. Why didn’t he tell you where he was going all those years ago?

“Good.”

His chin grazes your skin, slightly prickly, and you let it ground you in reality.

As you lean back, your hand catches in his shirt. You play with the fabric for a beat, then trace an upwards path from his stomach. He watches you raptly. You palm over his pecs, feeling the muscles beneath. Jason swallows.

When you mumble, “Perfect,” he strains to hear it. Your knuckles press into him, testing his opacity. You peel back the collar of his shirt to inspect his clavicle. He lets you wander. The press of your nose starts where your hand left off and drags up as you lift onto your knees. You meet him at eye level and your breath fans over his chin.

“I missed you so bad,” you tell him. He feels dazed as he looks at you. His forehead knocks into yours. He wants to believe this is progress and not just fear-induced.

Your lips land on his clumsily. It’s hot and rushed and he can barely keep up. He doesn’t resist when you push him to the bed, just bundles you into his arms so you’re anchored. You have no complaints. You want to burrow yourself within his skin.

You move one of his hands to your upper thigh, holding him there, wanting—needing him to leave a mark. Your hand tightens over his, bruisingly so. To remind yourself that he’s back.

Jason makes a noise of protest and tries to take his hand back, but your grip’s unyielding even as he fights it. Instead, he shifts to where he can knead your ass. Simultaneously, he grabs a handful of your roots and gives a sharp tug. You let out a blissful whine at the flash of roughness.

He knows you. He can read every want of yours.

Jason kisses and nips your neck, hoping to placate you. “‘M’not going anywhere, baby,” he reassures. “You have me. Always.”

It seems to do the job because you release his wrist.

You slide into the bend of his arm with a softer kiss. He smiles at you and strokes the matted strands from your fretful face. “I’m home,” he whispers.

You fall asleep tangled in each other.

[n1cholaswang]

IF YOU CANT HANG — WH

boyfriend!haruto x gn!reader

cw: established relationship, some fluff, cheating, angst, mentions of xg's cocona, cursing, idk lemme know if i missed something

a/n: been down in the dumps lately so i decided to write my very first angst fic for this account! btw i love cocona so don't come for me. i just used her cause she and haruto both trained at avex

wc: 1.1k

you and haruto have been dating for the past 2 years and you loved each other.

he always gave you forehead and crown kisses, played video games with you, cooked for you, slept in the same bed as you, bought you many gifts, sent you selfies of himself when he's away, made songs for you and so much more.

you especially loved when he's tired and cuddles you, his face tucked under your chin as you play with his hair and he snores softly.

but as of late, he's been so busy: never coming home until 2 or 3 in the morning, never paying you any attention, his texts became less frequent, hell you even stopped sleeping together.

most nights when he came home late, he'd sleep with his back turned to you and other nights, he'd be passed out on the couch.

how could you cherish each other when it seems like he doesn't even wanna be around you?

you stayed up one night, waiting for him to come home. the cartoons on tv was getting blurry as hours passed by and you felt sleepy. you checked the time which read 7:03 am.

7 in the morning and he's still not home. you began to get worried as he's never stayed out for this long.

yawning, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number. after a couple rings, it goes to voicemail. you try again but he still doesn't answer the phone.

you try one last time, but it goes straight to voicemail. you scoff, lying down on the couch with a snorlax plush against your chest. you pretended that snorlax was your boyfriend, holding it close and falling asleep.

an hour later, haruto sneaks in, carefully and quietly closing the door. he takes off his shoes, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge to open a coke.

you hear the can opening and the drink fizzing up, waking up from your slumber and rubbing your eyes to properly wake you up.

"haru?", you groaned

he was surprised to hear your voice so closely as he thought you were upstairs sleeping.

"is that you, haru?"

he sighs, "yes, now go back to sleep"

you groan, "sleep with me haru"

he sips more of his soda, heading to the stairs, "later, go to sleep"

you hear his heavy footsteps descending, your eyes feeling heavy and wet with tears.

why was he acting like this? did he not love you anymore?

you grab snorlax, holding it for comfort and head upstairs, treading softly as haruto begins changing out of his clothes.

the light coming from your shared room was the only light in the house as the sun was slowly rising. you walk into the room, haruto's back to you as he pulled his shirt off, and that's when it all makes sense as to why he was out all the time and never taking the time out of his day to spend with you.

because he was spending it with someone else.

you notice scratch marks on his back and some faint love bites on his neck.

your eyes well up with tears, holding snorlax closer to you.

haruto grabbed his shirt, turning around and buttoning it up before his head lifts up and notices you standing there.

you see more love bites on his chest and neck, tears falling from your eyes and down your cheeks, and he notices.

"[name]... i can explain"

"explain what?!", you snap, "explain why you're cheating on me?!"

"it's not what it looks like-"

"really?! 'cause it looks like to me that you found somebody else"

"baby-"

"don't call me that!", you walk backwards, "don't you ever call me that again"

you walk out of the room, sobbing into your plush and heading for the bathroom for some comfort.

how could he do this to you? a year of doing nothing but being a good partner and loving him unconditionally and this is how he repays you. whoever is keeping him occupied can keep him as a whole because there's no way he's coming back into your life.

haruto knocked on the bathroom door, "ba- [name]? can we talk about this?"

you don't answer him, just folding your knees into your chest and staring at snorlax.

"baby... i'm sorry, okay? i just-"

"how long has this been going on?"

he sighed, pressing his forehead against the door, "3 months..."

more tears fall and you cover your mouth, muffling the sounds of your crying.

"[name], please... let me explain"

"what is there to explain? if it was just once, i would let you explain how it happened but it's been 3 months!"

"she was my childhood friend, okay?!", he yells before taking a deep breath, "i never meant for this to continue but, she kept roping me in and-"

"and you couldn't not think for yourself for once"

"don't say that"

you scoff, "don't say what?! the truth?!"

"haruto, for the past 3 months, i've been feeling you distance yourself and i couldn't think of a reason why. but now that i know... i don't know if i even wanna be with you anymore"

haruto sat down, his head against the wooden door.

"can i at least know why?"

"why did you do this to me, to us ruto?"

he bit on his bottom lip, trying to come up with an excuse but he couldn't.

"i didn't think we'd last this long", he mumbles

"what?! you didn't think we'd last so you go and cheat?!"

"no! i-", he stops himself, sighing.

he puts his hands on his head, "i saw how close you and junghwan were getting so i thought you were gonna leave me for him. i was sad and angry and kokona was right there so i retaliated"

"i swear it was just gonna be that one time but, every time i seen you with him, i felt worse and worse. and kokona, she made me feel better"

haruto explaining himself had you silently crying all over again.

"so instead of coming to me with your concerns", you begin, "you go behind my back and do something like this? did you ever think about how this would effect me?"

"of course i did, but i thought-"

"stop thinking haruto! because when did that ever do you any fucking good?!"

he understood your anger so he took every shout.

"i changed everything about myself so i could fit in with your lifestyle-"

"i never asked for that"

"you didn't have to! i did it so you wouldn't feel ashamed to be with me!"

"i gave you my everything and what did i get in return? fucking cheated on", you huff.

you were hurt, and rightfully so. haruto has been lying to and hiding from you.

you two sat there in silence for hours, you stuck in your head and haruto waiting for a word to be said.

"haruto?"

"yeah baby?"

"i don't wanna be with you anymore"

and there it was. the 7 words he hoped you would never say.

"i sincerely hope that kokona was worth it"

[rzyraffek]

This is my first time requesting from literally anyone so please excuse the fact I have no clue if there's like, ???a specific??? format??? I should use??? Feel free to ignore this if I'm not doing something right I completely understand 💀

how about some Billy Lenz angst? 👀

Uwaahh😭😭My dear friend I litteraly write anything but angst😭😭BUT since thats ur first time, I guess why not try writting it💖💖 (but next time check my pinned request list)☀️NEVER WROTE ANGST BEFORE

please read notes at the end of this monstosity, didnt want to waste more space here

(Tw: angst, near s/o death, regrets, Billy is his own trigger warining, happy endinig)🤨😈 (they/them pronouns) Request Open

Billy Lenz angst🤯

He didnt mean it, he really didnt mean it to happen, he was full of anger and he really didnt want to push them. S/o told him that they have to go for a while, some sort of family meeting? Far away from home, and Billy didnt want to go there nor let them leave him for those few days. He didnt want to be alone again

Now s/o was laying on ground, not responding to his calls, he froze, pure panic was inside his mind. After few seconds of staring at them he checked if they still are alive. Lucky for him and them, s/o was still breathing, Billy figured that they Just passed out due to hard meeting with the floor. He tried his best to pick them up and carry to nearest bed/couch ('pick them up' is a big word he is shmol he cant really carry people, more like slide them carefully on floor)

He has 0 clue how to act when somone passes out, well he never had to know, he is a serial killer god damn why would he need that knowlage for?

If s/o doesnt wake up in less than half hour he will start to panic again, yep their dead, yuup I killed only person i care for. He will cry and he hug them. IF they wake up, he will be sure that its some kind of miracle and tear up even more. He will promise to himself that he will never even try to argue with them, and if they have any kind of memory loss/brain problems after that, He will never forgive himself and be very very distant for a while( too spooked that he will hurt them again)

If they somehow forgive him, he will think that they are either saint or stoopid, how could s/o forgive him? He nearly killed them? But he wont complain, he is grateful. Also He will get super protective and worried, their head hurts? Oh lourd lay down queen/king i will bring you tea. Someone in work mean? Well not anymore😈! He will do litteraly do anything to pay back for what he did.

Oh also if there was any witness, their dead, no matter if that was some sort of close friend or family member, dead as hell im sorry he wont put up with somone knowing about what he did (even if s/o survives)

GUYS BEFORE YALL WILL UNFALLOW ME AND HAVE TRAUMA DUE STUFF U JUST READ, PLS UNDERSTAND I DIDNT EVEN READ ANGST😭 I JUST WANT TO TRY WRITTING NEW FORMAT😳 plz no bully in comments (also sorry for long waiting, i was really thinking if I even want to upload it)