#like have u ever had someone step on ur back after a long day of being hunched over.

[rileyclaw]

emerald trio: enigmas to all, but most especially amity blight

[karteinss]

maid cafe?!!?! YES SIRRR✨✨

kayea being the flirty yet good at work is the type i think he is. As a co worker he’s definitely smth but as long he does his work right?

Diluc being the boss of ur office

Maybe after going into that cafe for 2 times is making u self continuous about ur looks or maybe the perverted ass friend of ur is making u have a kind of glow up…like change ur style u’ll look more handsome…or workout a little more some lean muscles helps getting bitches…step up ur game

…WHO KNOWS??

As u step up ur game u can’t help but notice that flirty co worker of your’s is eyeing you more than usual and maybe while talking with the ladies a faint blush is covering their cheeks that is barely noticeable

And as time goes by the maid cafe is slowly getting pushed in the back of your mind but as you walk across the-cafe u can’t help but have second thoughts about the cafe not when u coincidentally find out that flirty friend of urs is secretly a worker in that cafe????

yep let’s go today!!!

Maid Cafe | 06: Petty revenge | Kaeya

CW: Slut shaming, rough sex, feminizing (ass being called a boy-pussy), daddy kink, spanking, copious amounts of cum, degrading, possible blackmailing.

Changed the scenario slightly, will have a bonus chapter for this!

Work, work and work...

That's all you've been thinking about, at least you're getting paid good money for this crap.

Your looks worsen, you look like a homeless person, you reek coffee too!

All you've been doing is excel sheets, not men!

Your boss— Diluc— wouldn't give you a damn break either!

Well yes, he has a pretty face, and yes he has a fuckable body but you wish you could be doing him instead of doing excel sheets.

All you've done this month was finish your work, not finish inside of his tight hole!

Anyhow, you were obviously tired, your work...and not to mention, your goddamn co-worker!

Fucking Kaeya Alberich is the most annoying guy you've ever met, his cheeky and Sly additute is what makes your job feels like hell!

He's also the man who works right next to you, who you'll meet with for 5 days straight in a week.

His cunning behavior made your blood boil! He had a pretty face Diluc, but you definitely prefer Diluc more than him!

You hate him, so so much...The way he flutters his long eyelashes at you, the way his slim body leans over your desk, making you see his plump ass sticking out.

You hate the fact that you jacked off to him in the office bathroom once, you hate everything about him.

His sly and mischievous smile, looking so prettily at you...everything.

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You sighed as you finished your work for the day. Luckily for you, Kaeya didn't come today, and your job seemed lighter than usual!

Thanks to your co-worker named Rosaria that fixed your hair, and everything about you this week.

You definitely looked more professional and more handsome, and you could definitely see that..

With all of the women fawning over you while you were working and those glances your other co-workers made to you were definitely obvious.

But you can't help but look at Kaeya the most, the way he looks at you with his yellow eyed...makes you hard.

You won't admit the fact that you jacked off to the way he looks at you, no you won't.

But you can't help but notice how he looks at you in a lusty manner, not to mention your boss..was more flustered than usual around you?

This might seem like a big advantage but, it bothered you...well, not much.

A threesome perhaps.

You sighed as you removed your thoughts from those nasty thoughts, you wished you had a chance with Diluc.

But anyhow, it has been how many weeks ever since you've visited that maid cafe, hm?

Well, today is the day, then!

You packed up your work bag, getting ready to leave the office before someone called out for you.

“Y/N, you're done?” The voice said, you looked behind you to see your boss, Diluc.

His pretty crimson eyes look straight at yours, he looked quite flushed.

Oh?

“Yeah, why?” You said, curious why he suddenly asked such a question, wasn't it clear enough?

He looked hesitant to speak before looking away, his eyes reddening. “A-ah, I see. Have a safe trip home” He spoke before leaving, not giving you a chance to say anything.

What a weird encounter, you thought.

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As you rushed over to the maid cafe, you saw how much fancier it has gotten! The exterior was definitely more fancier, lets just hope it hasn't raised it prices.

Your thoughts of Scara was no longer there, he was just a fling you had a few months ago, and there's no real attachment to him.

As you walked inside, you were greeted by an unfamiliar man, you went to the receptionist to check the prices, and fortunately the prices didnt change!

Well, what were you thinking of doing today? After almost a month of not having sex, you really did want to now..

“Sex, 1 hour.” You said before taking out a $50 dollar bill, before the receptionist smiled and gave you a booklist of the workers who were available.

You saw scara, which made you hover your finger on top of his profile before you examined the other profiles...

Then, you saw 𝙆𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙖.

Kaeya....He works here!?

Your eyes widened, not believing such a thing.

There's no way you'll pick him, right?

Right?

“Here, this man.” You said as you placed your finger on the blue haired man's profile as the receptionist just nodded before giving you the keys to a room.

Room 03.

You said thanks, but before leaving the receptionist told you something.

“Kaeya is already in the room.” He said, as you said your thanks and left.

You walked towards the back of the maid cafe, looking through the rooms to find Room 03. As you finally saw the room, you hurriedly unlocked it with the keys and tried to get inside as fast as possible.

You were going to 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 him, revenge for all those hardships you went through because of that sly bastard!

As you unlocked the door, you saw Kaeya wearing a lacy maid dress, he was shocked to see you as he flushed red which made your dick harden in response.

“[Y-Y/N]!?” Kaeya looked mortified but you just ignored him.

You locked the doors quickly before tossing the keys and your work bag onto the floor, wanting to fuck that bitch as soon as possible.

As Karya saw how desperate you were to fuck him, he smirked before walking towards you, teasing you with his lips near your ears.

“Oh? You look flustered, [Y/N]. Are you that desperate to fuck me?” He teases, his sultry voice made you harden even more, you hurriedly unzipped your pants and slightly lower down your briefs just enough to release your massive cock.

Kaeya looks down in shock as he lets out a giggle, wanting to tease you even more, he held your cock before rubbing the cock head. “Im already ready, come and have a taste of me~” He whispered before licking your ear, his voice and body was slutty, the way his other hand grabbed your muscular arms, the way he looks at you do desperately...

He lets go of your cock before looking at you seducingly, the yellow eyed man was making vulgar expressions as your cock dripped pre-cum.

You suddenly gripped his clothed ass cheeks beneath that flimsy maid skirt as he lets out a yelp “AGH! H-hey!” He whined as you gripped it even harder, spreading them apart and fondling them before you both heard a rip.

His panties ripped, allowing easy access for you as you held his waist tightly before picking up with ease “What are you doing!?” He complained as he was surprised by the sudden action, you ignored his complaints as you lined up his butthole wih your tip.

You inserted a finger into kaeya's rim, checking if he's actually lubed up or not before taking the finger out and aligned his rim and your cock head. You pierced his hole with your fat cock head, he lets out an agonizing scream as he immediately started to tear up.

“ANGHHH! A-AGH~ Y-you— Amnfhhhh~~” He was moaning like a cheap whore in those porn videos as you just huffed like a dog, he was drooling and crying from the sudden intrusion before you started to fucking him, holding his waist up and down on your cock.

Wet slaps and moans filled the room as you fucked him rough and fast, he was like a bitch in heat, saying vulgar words with slutty expressions, as if he wants you to ruin him.

“Mnhh~ F-fuck me!!” He moaned out, his tongue sticking out while he has tears rolling down his face, your cock piercing his ass as he clenched down your fat cock.

You stoped fucking him for a moment as he lets out a needy whine, he was confused on why you stopped as you placed him back down, you pushed him onto the table in the room, his ass facing upwards as you immediately rammed back inside his wet and tight hole.

He clenched and unclenched on your cock as you fucked him deep and fast, you gripped his slim waist as you fucked him faster, the wet slaps and moans were loud as you looked at kaeya's tan back.

His back was filled with sweat, his cries were heard as you fucked him deeper, your cock reaching the deepest parts of him that no one has reached, his legs numb as he was screaming from pleasure.

“AHH~!! D-daddy— P-pleasehhhh...Ohhh!!” You fucked him harder as you heard the pet name, you moved one of your arms to grip his neck as you rammed faster, his tight hole was clenching onto your cock, the warm heat was sucking you deeply, not wanting you to leave. You spanked him harshly before speaking.

“Then cum, you slut!”

That made kaeya's eyes go wide as he finally came.

“A-anh~!! 'm c-cumming..!”

Before you know it, kaeya came as his pathetic little dick was squirting cum.

He was tired and exhausted as he laid there on the desk, he thought you were done but you rammed back inside his warm hole, making him squirt yet again, it ripped out a loud cry from him as you fucked him deep.

“N-no!! I just c-came~! P-please daddyhhh!!” His dick was limp from coming 2 times in a row while you fucked him endlessly.

“Shut up, slut. I haven't came.” You whispered into him before your speed increased, ruining his insides as he moans like a bitch in heat.

“Who's the needy one now, hm? You're desperate for my cock, yes?” You teased him back, fucking him like he was your personal Fleshlight and not your co-worker.

“A slut like you only needs cock, no? Your slutty hole keeps sucking me in, how am I supposed to stop, hm?” You were huffing, sweating as you were still fully clothed. All Kaeya could do is cry out when you changed the positions, making Kaeya face you.

His wet tears were staining his cheeks, he in bliss, his tongue was sticking out as his eyes were rolled back, it was as if he had heart eyes.

“Anhh~ d-daddy!! N-need..y-your cock~~”

That was your final push, you could feel yourself cumming.

You thrusted erratically, wanting to reach release as your groans grow louder.

“Fuck! I'm cumming inside you, you slut!” You groaned as you fucked his tight boy-pussy, you could feel him tightening as he lets out cries.

“N-no, no, no, no!!! D-dont cum inside p-pleashhh..!” He begged you, not wanting you to stain his insides but you ignored his complaints.

“Shut up, slut!” You yelled as you suddenly spanked his ass, making it red.

He whined as he moaned yet again, he was drooling from the bliss.

Your thrusts became faster and faster before you came with a loud groan, copious amounts of cum filling kaeya's walls. You pull out as you jacked off a bit as you sprayed some more cum onto kaeya's stomach.

Kaeya was a mess, lots of cum dripping from his hole as some were on his stomach, all he was thinking about was your cock. He was fucked dumb as he drool and tears were everywhere, you were happy with what you made out of him.

You went over to your bag as you took out your phone, you walked back to kaeya's limp body as you snapped a picture of his messy state.

Kaeya realize what you were doing as he whined, but couldn't do anything.

You jacked off for the last time as you groaned as you teased your tip, you used the excess cum from kaeya's hole to slick up your cock more before you came on his face which let out a whine from kaeya.

You zipped your pants back as you took your bag and left the room.

Oh, petty revenge.

[femmedesyeuxnoirs]

Yeah

Have u ever been so sleep deprived that ur flesh starts feeling wavy. But anyways i just had the most fucked up manic episode, bender and subsequent panic attack marathon ive ever had in my entire life. I did ket, blow, xan, like 100 cigarettes, and so much fucking alcohol, jumped off of this random girls roof into her pool while i had a busted leg, then injured my other leg when i landed, and when i got out of the water i stepped on a live wire. That is probably the dumbest thing ive ever done actually. I could not make this shit up if i tried.

Oh and i almost had 3 threesomes in like a span of 2 days. And one of those was with my dj crush’s (yeah u know the one who is twice my age who was like an acidhead raver in the 90s) Not him, but his roommate who is literaly an adonis hes so beautiful and fucks good hes my age too so its like not weird. and its so messy but i cant stop thinking about having a threesome witb tje both of them. Fuck my whole life.

Also ive been staying downtown at my friends place but the building is really confusing and i also lost my phone so i got lost in that stupid fucking huge building wandering around for like hours until someone saw me crying running down the street with a limp and called my friend.

I can hardlt describe in words the terror i felt when i finally got into my friends apartment only to find that they were gone and since this place has the ceiling to floor windows and its empty bc hes moving out, i looked at the view of the entirety of downtown phoenix and got a sudden wave of intense nausea, followed by several hours of panic symptoms until my friends got back. I truly thought i was going to die. God how the fuck have i not died at this point.

Ok so let me just say that i need money bad, and being a dancer is beginning to be too traumatizing and dehumanizing for me to continue. I dont want to rely on the kindness of strangers just to be allowed to exist but i dont have a lot of options. I know there are many kind people here that are willing to help, as long as you have the means i would appreciate if anyone wants to help me out after this nightmare

https://venmo.com/u/twoheavens

https://www.paypal.me/boilingpond?locale.x=en_US

https://cash.app/$sabinesix

[snz-eriya]

A Strange Feeling (D/an H/eng snzfic, H/S/R, ft. C/aelus)

me: man I think I have writer's block again

also me: *writes nearly 2k words of horn*

anyway this is a valentine's post for @mochindayo !!!!!!! ur art is so good I wanna eat it and u deserve to have the best day ever every day!!! I hope you enjoy this fic I give as tribute to your amazingness :')

Caelus pressed on the button to open his door, wearily. It wasn’t like time was very clear if one were to look out the window, given that they were in space. Time itself was a little vague on the Astral Express. Nevertheless, he had been attempting to sleep for what felt like five years. Though to his exaggeratory mind, it was probably more like a few hours. But for some reason, his mind was running wild. No thought was consistent, only one random idea after another that captivated his attention and kept rest just out of arm’s reach. Eventually he got tired of trying, and decided to walk around the ship in hopes to tire out his body.

Or his mind, hopefully. Though it never really did seem to quiet down.

He walked past March’s room, and then Dan Heng’s. Just before he was about to turn the corner, he paused. He stepped backwards until he was in front of Dan Heng’s room again. Then back a few more steps to March’s. Then back to Dan Heng’s. 

He likely would have seemed to be a lunatic in someone else’s eyes. But there was a strange feeling that he got when he walked past specifically Dan Heng’s room. An indescribable feeling. An emotion? Something that made him uneasy. Whatever it was, it made him pause. He reached a hand out, to test if the door was unlocked. It probably would be. Dan Heng’s ‘room’ was the archive, after all. And as private as he was, he didn’t really mind if someone came in without permission as long as it was for a good reason. Was feeling weird a good reason? Probably not, but who knows? Maybe Dan Heng was dying, or attacked, or something. Probably not. Unless Dan Heng refused to be loud even when dying.

Opening up the door, Caelus was relieved to see that Dan Heng was not dying. Though he expected the other to at least be asleep or something at this time(?) of night(?). But no, his fellow Nameless was up and about, at the archives, sorting through various documents and books they had collected over their journeys. Which, that was good, it wasn’t like Caelus could be bothered to remember every detail of all those wordy papers (he could barely stand to read a few sentences without getting bored) but when everyone else had already gone to bed? He could have done it earlier and avoided spending time with everyone.

Caelus had a feeling just standing there and not saying anything for an extended period of time would not give him any avoidance for creepiness, so he decided to speak up.

“Dan Heng?”

The other jumped, as if surprised by his presence. Kind of strange. The doors weren’t exactly quiet. Not a big deal though. Maybe he was just focused.

“Caelus…” Dan Heng muttered, relaxing. Maybe he was expecting an enemy too. Or for Caelus to be dying instead. In any case, he turned back to his work. “Is there something you need?”

Caelus stood for a moment. Not really. For the weird feeling to go away? But how was he supposed to describe that? “Uh… no,” he eventually replied. Dan Heng looked back at him, an eyebrow raised at his answer.

Silence stretched between them once again.

Caelus really had to stop chasing every feeling that interested him.

“Uh… so… still working? Y’know everyone else is asleep,” he finally spoke up again, the awkward energy starting to get to him.

“I could say the same to you,” Dan Heng responded coolly. It seemed like he dropped trying to figure out what Caelus was doing there, and instead turned back to the archives once more.

Caelus still felt weird. So, ignoring his own note-to-self, he approached to stare at Dan Heng’s work over his shoulder. To be honest, his eyes were so tired that the words sort of jumbled together into an incoherent mess. It was more so just to get his crew mate’s attention.

And get his attention it did. Dan Heng glanced over, turning to face Caelus again. “If you don’t need anything, why are you still here? You should be sleeping.”

“Y’know I could just… say the same thing to you, right?” Caelus replied, trying to keep an exhaustedly smug grin off his face. “You’re archiving this late? I didn’t know there was still stuff left to archive.”

“There’s always things left. Please leave me be. I have work to do,” Dan Heng requested again. Though, like he had the mind of a child, it was like being told to stop doing something just made the trailblazer want to do it more. 

“I can help, if you want. I’m sure I can handle the, uh…” He picked up a random book, squinting at its title. “Underground Encyclopedia of Plants and Fungle.”

“Fungi. You’re not a child. You know how to read,” Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. Putting a hand to his head like the interaction was giving him a headache. 

“Meh, close enough. C’mon, it’ll get done faster if we do it together.”

“It’s fine.”

“Look, I know you like it all to be perfect, but there’s gotta be some kind of autocorrect in this thing, right?”

“Please, Caelus, just leave me be.” 

Dan Heng sounded desperate, which was strange. Typically Dan Heng would act annoyed but compliant, even more so when it came to March than him. But looking in the Nameless’ glassy eyes, it seemed like he was a few seconds away from begging.

Wait, glassy eyes? Oh, fuck. Was he actually dying? Was that his dying wish? His last words?

Caelus opened his mouth to apologize for making Dan Heng’s last moments so painful, when–

“heh’GKshu!” Dan Heng quickly turned away as soon as the sneeze rang through him. And suddenly Caelus realized that he wasn’t dying. In the traditional sense, anyway.

“Oh,” he said.

“What?” Dan Heng replied, turning back like nothing had happened at all.

“Uh, you’re sick?” Caelus stated, because it was obvious. After the evidence, anyway.

“I’m not,” Dan Heng immediately denied, turning his head away with arms crossed.

“Uh-huh.” Caelus’ eyes lidded disbelievingly, he had a small smirk on his face. “So why’re you still working, huh? To convince us that you’re not sick? Or to convince yourself? Because, just saying, I never would have seen you if I wasn’t already worried you were dying.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Well, I’m definitely not dying.”

“You are sick, though.”

“heH’GXkshu!” 

Dan Heng faced Caelus again after turning away to sneeze, about to protest for a second time. Caelus managed to shut it down before it started again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not sick, and the whole sneezing is just… a coincidence?” He waved his hand absently.

Dan Heng didn’t reply that time. His arguments had been effectively dismantled, and Caelus wasn’t stupid, just nonsensical most of the time.

He sighed, resting his head on an open palm, kept upright by the table. Caelus waited for a moment to see if anything more would be said, but he was met with silence. He took it as permission to carry out his plan.

He reached over and placed the back of his hand onto Dan Heng’s cheek, only to be met with his disapproving stare. “Wrong spot,” he muttered.

“Oh. Right,” Caelus recalled, moving his touch to the man’s forehead instead. He was met with a dry, hot temperature, something that he assumed was probably not good. 

He pulled back, hands on his hips. “Yeah, in my very professional opinion, you should be in bed. Not at a desk.”

“But–”

“Nuh-uh, doctor’s orders, unless you want me to get a literal doctor in here.”

“Caelus–”

“I will call Natasha!” Caelus pulled out his phone, just to make his point entirely clear.

That seemed to shake the last of Dan Heng’s resolve. His shoulders lowered like he had given up all remaining fight. “Fine.”

Caelus smiled, pleased with his victory. “Good. Now, c’mon.” He took Dan Heng’s hand and started dragging him up without another thought.

“Wh- huh? My bed’s right there,” Dan Heng looked down at his blanket and pillow cluelessly, then back up and Caelus as he continued to be pulled away.

“Yeah, that’s not really a sickbed. Or a bed. Or anything other than a poor man’s attempt,” the trailblazer replied. “You need a real bed. A Trailblazer-patented bed, at that.”

Dan Heng sighed. “You’re ridiculous. There’s no changing your mind, is there?”

“The only person on this ship more stubborn than you is me.”

That was fairly accurate.

As soon as they had left Dan Heng’s room, its owner soon crumpled down into another sneeze.

“heH’IGHkshu! hih’GXKshih! hh- heh… hih-”

“Stuck?” Caelus wondered, glancing back at his companion. His expression was pained, one eye closed and the other watering. He panted, desperately waiting for the urge to take over once again, but it remained out of reach.

“Here,” the trailblazer spoke, opening the door to his room as the lights flickered on all at once. He dragged Dan Heng along with him. The result was immediate.

“hEH’KGhshu! heH’GKshih! heH- hIH’XGkhuh! huh…”

Dan Heng sighed in relief as the fit finally came to an end. He looked about fifteen shades brighter red, though whether that was from the fever or the embarrassment was anyone’s guess. Caelus, for all the satisfaction being helpful gave him, wasn’t exactly willing to let Dan Heng suffer for his weak fulfillment. 

“Now, to bed with you.” He wrapped an arm around Dan Heng’s shoulders, practically carrying him the rest of the way to bed.

The other man had enough energy to cooperate by the time he was being lied down, allowing Caelus to tuck him in like a child despite his protests. He had to admit that it was comfier than his own room.

Caelus let out a breath, like he was exhausted from a workout. “Okay. Now, sleep.”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t do that on command.”

“I’m pretty sure you can. You almost passed out as soon as we got in here.”

Had he? He must have been more tired than he thought.

“And where will you be sleeping? Sharing a bed with me wouldn’t be smart if I’m ill.”

“Yeah, ‘if,’” Caelus rolled his eyes. Then, he pointed his thumb down towards the ground. “The floor.”

Dan Heng stared for a moment. “...The floor.”

Caelus glanced to the side, then back to his companion. “...Why are you surprised? You do it.”

That couldn’t really be argued. For some reason it just felt inhumane when it came to his friend rather than him. Though that was something he could unpack another day.

“Try not to worry about it, Dan Heng. Maybe worry about yourself, for once. The rest of us are fine.” Caelus gave him a real, genuine and caring smile, before walking off towards what was probably a closet.

It was a bit hard to tell, his vision was starting to fade away, and unconsciousness was pulling at him. It was a little embarrassing to admit how relaxed he felt, in his friend’s room rather than his own.

But it gave him a feeling of safety.

And Caelus’ feeling had gone away too, he realized as he glanced back at Dan Heng’s sleeping form. He still didn’t quite have a name for it. Maybe… a feeling that something was wrong. But not just wrong in general. Something that was wrong with someone he cared about. And that was a feeling he wanted to hold onto.

[redr0sewrites]

Self Care With Aaravos Hcs

🥀CW: the writer is ridiculously not ok over aaravos, fluff, mentions of non-sexual nudity and bathing, mentions of shaving

aaravos is someone who prioritizes self care alot, and has a lot of self care products. especially within his imprisonment, in the beginning he was very neglectful of himself and lowkey depressed but after he eventually understood the situation and adjusted he would prob start doing self care at least to occupy the time

he has the silkiest, smoothest, thickest most luscious hair uve ever seen and has like a billion products for it

his haircare routine is probably like 40 steps alone 💀 not to mention all of the time he spends styling his hair and brushing it through

aaravos has a wall of all the products that he uses and its all neatly labeled and organized in sections depending on what its used for

if u want to help him with his hair, he will gladly let you wash it for him however will instruct u on the specific process and will make u use all pf his products in a super specific order 😭😭😭

he would also wash ur hair for u too, and is super gentle if u have curly hair like me

i wouldnt say this is a self care hc, but when hes out of his prison he definitely styles his hair a lot more than just leaving it down! i hc that he would probably wear it in so many styles, and will spend a lot of time in the morning braiding it or tying it up and adding in accessories :)

i feel like he would do skincare too, i remember seeing this one silly comic on the official tdp website that you can find here, but its basically a (joke) comic ab aaravos dealing with a pimple that i just found hilarious and i feel like would it be very in character for him to have a super good skincare routine

if ur someone who has/had really bad acne and skin like me, he would definitely do skincare with u and would teach you about elven products that he likes (only if u wanted him too tho)

he likes doing face masks with u and the both of you love having self care and skincare days where u guys just chill

its so funny when u walk in on him relaxing with a face mask on and cucumbers over his eyes, but its also kinda endearing that he trusts u enough to be so relaxed and vulnerable around u!

aaravos has a lot of body washes and soaps, and when the two of u bathe together its like a whole mf spa he will pour in bubbles and use all these nice smelling soaps like omfg hes so spoiled but u both love it

along with that, i feel like hes the type to use a lot of body scrubs so he always smells nice yk? i also feel like hes the type to shave and keeps his body hair to a minimum, but doesnt really care what u do ab that he just feels more comfortable without it

when yall bathe or shower together u cant help but admire him cuz hes just so,, pretty and its so mesmerizing to watch him go through all the steps of his self care routines-

im imagining him gently running his hands through your hair as he washes it, humming softly to himself and gently holding your head and cupping your face as he rinses the soap out, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders auugh. he then proceeds to carefully wash your entire body, softly rubbing his body soaps across your back, down your chest, on your legs and wherever u want, hes very content in just washing u and worshiping your body. aaravos will trail kisses all over ur body after washing u, hes so devoted to u do mi ti why not me im gonna cry why arent u real

i also feel like aaravos would have very pretty hands and uses a lot of lotions and oils for his hands and nails, he does nail and hand selfcare and will do your nails for u if u want him too!

i feel like he would keep his relatively short but still a little long, and would absolutely ROCK glittery silver nails!!!

he will kiss u on the back of ur hand when hes done doing ur nails for u hhhhhh im not ok

he loves it when u use his hand lotions, or any of his products really. theres a possessive part of aaravos that is very pleased seeing u enjoy his products, and the fact that u smell like him and smell good is a bonus

u both will have self care date days and will take care of eachother the whole day, taking turns doing all of ur routines and having a whole spa day and relaxing with soothing incense burning in the background and its just a wonderful and relaxing time with ur lover <3

what i would do to have him be real.... i put WAYY too much effort into this even with the knowledge that nobodies probably gonna read it cuz the aaravos x reader tag is so dead 😔pushing the acts of service aaravos agenda today 🤭 why isnt he real oh my god why isnt he reallllllll people better read this omg i spent so much time on this i put my whole heart soul and pussy into writing this

[axel-skz]

hey hope ur having a great day!

could u possibly write an angst request with skz? (any member)

something along the lines of the reader having a terrible childhood and having to go through trauma and really dark days and maybe opening up to them about it? or maybe the member finding them unconscious due to something and then opening up about it?

ONLY IF UR COMFORTABLE PLZ

ig I'm asking for it is cause I'm not doing so good and just need to feel something lmao

A/N: AWH! I will do it, since you asked soo nicely. Hope it makes you feel better 😘 AND for everyone else. I haven’t done it in a bit so let’s do the song roulette today. Im gonna shuffle all of stray kids music and we shall see what song we get. We get… HaPpy (Han)!

It felt so common now a days to hear people joking about childhood trauma. Mental health was this big thing and people were so open about their problems.

You wished you could be that way but every time you thought to tell Minho about even a pinch of it, the sweat broke out. You would start heaving and the panic would overtake you. The dread would take control and you felt like you were in a dark cave. Left alone where no one would ever find you.

That only ever happened when you thought about telling someone though. The easy solution, never talk about it.

You had a few triggers that reminded you of the cursed day and that would usually cause you to spiral till you passed out. But it had been years since you had last dealt with it.

You had a false sense of security cloaking you. Little did you know, the veil would be lifted soon.

You were making dinner an hour before Minho was going to come home from work. You had the radio playing and it was a whole fun little dance number. The cats were running around somewhere in the living room. You were having a great time. You saw your goofy dance moves in the mirror and it made you laugh. The fact that you’re with such an exceptional dancer and you couldn’t put two good looking steps together. Funny.

Your mistake though, you had gotten too comfortable.

You were having a lot of fun but it all came crashing down when a song started to play on the radio that reminded you of that night. You dropped the wooden spoon you were holding and you tried to grab the counter to keep balance.

Maybe you could work through this. The blood rushing to your head, making you dizzy, losing control would somehow stop. The tunnel vision came not too long after with the inability to breathe. Before you knew it, you were out like a light.

You had no idea why your head was throbbing. The light behind your closed eyelids slowly getting brighter.

No, I’m comfy, let me go back to sleep.

The words you couldn’t get out of your mouth because it was being stubborn and wouldn’t do what you wanted. You felt paralysed until slowly you started to regain control of yourself.

First order of business, open your eyes. And you did. But then regretted it because there was a lightbulb right there and now you were having a staring competition that you definitely were in no shape to win.

You came to as the room slowly stopped spinning. Everything was blurry until it wasn’t. You could see a very concerned Minho looking down at you. He seemed so flustered and out of breath.

It took all the energy you had to try and get up, not without him trying to stop you either. But since you were so stubborn, you got up and hugged him. He hugged you back immediately.

After some time and him looking after you, you were sitting on the sofa with him. He had put the cats into the bedroom so they wouldn’t be jumping everywhere around you.

It was a little awkward but he really wanted to know what had happened so very carefully, he asked.

You weren’t sure how to answer so you quietly started to open up.

‘I was home one day with my mum. We were making food and the radio was on. We were dancing when suddenly… there was banging on our front door… she went to go check, carefully. But no amount of care could help us. I was… Terrified when I heard yelling. There was gunshots. I don’t want to get into all of it but thankfully, my mum and I survived.’

He had held you tighter and closer the more you talked. You had gotten shaky and the tunnel vision had come back a little but he was like a grounding presence.

‘I can’t believe that happened to you,’ he seemed utterly shocked.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it before. I have a very hard time talking about it,’ you felt terrible about not being able to tell him anything.

‘No! It’s alright. You never have to tell me anything. It’s completely up to you how much or how little you share.’

You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he was.

‘Now, I think it’s probably best we take our mind of things… you wanna watch a movie and eat overly greasy food?’

You laughed, ‘how could I ever say no to that?’

He got up after kissing your forehead gently, ‘I’ll order 3 pizzas right away!’

You stopped him for. A moment by grabbing his hand, ‘I’d like to tell you more about what happened… one day… if you wanna know…’

He kneeled down in-front of you and held your hands as he looked into your eyes with adoration, ‘I will be here for anything and everything with you. Whenever you’re feeling confident enough to talk about it, I’ll be right here.’

He went and let the cats out of the room. Then he made sure to order the food. The rest of the night was spent cuddled up on the sofa with the love of your life and your fur babies.

You never quite thought about it but you loved your life now. You had all the love you could need. You had a home.

A/N: I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Please like and reblog and share and smile and be happy or ELSE!

See you soon with our sweeet boy, Felix!

See I would make my work longer but my brain just doesn’t wanna do that 💀

So you either get too much dialogue or too much detail.

Lee know: can’t we have the best of both worlds?

I turn to look at him: um… 1, didn’t peg you for a Hannah Montana fan. 2, this is my moment… you got a whole story… go away…

He gets up, sets his chair on fire and walks away nonchalantly.

I turn back to look at you with wide eyes: I’m gonna pay for that tonight…

I chase after him frantically.

WAIT! I’LL BUY YOU ALL THE CAT TOYS YOU WANT! DON’T BURN MY HOUSE DOWN!

[underoospeterparker]

hie !! hurt/comfort request <3 w peter sutherland where reader is like a doctor or a nurse and she comes home super sad and like not able to talk because of something traumatic that happened? but eventually she opens up and he just comforts her <3 gah i love him!! and i love u sm ur writing is so beautiful <33

thank you !! hope this okay lovely ₊˚⊹♡ (718 words)

warnings; death, low self esteem, reader has a traumatic experience and feels she is responsible for the death of a patient

the lobby to your and peter's apartment was freezing, colder than it had ever been before. it was evident that you'd been crying, and you tried your best to cover it up before you fished out your keys from your purse.

"time of death, 9:37pm," you had said to the other surgeons in the room, voice trembling. someone started to cover up the body, which you couldn't look at anymore.

you didn't realise you were staring at the floor, unmoving, until you were ushered out of the room. you heard someone talking, but you were too disturbed to listen, until you thought about a question. "who's going to tell them?" you murmured to the person gripping your arm.

"what?" you looked up to mia staring down at you, confusion and concern evident in her eyes. she knew this was the first time you'd experienced a patient dying on your watch, and it was bound to have an impact on you.

"who's going to tell the family, mia?" you asked, louder this time.

she looked shocked that you'd asked that question, even though it was a valid one. "don't worry about that," she said. "why don't you just go home, try to get a good night's sleep. your shift's already over."

"but-"

"no buts," she interrupted. "please."

grabbing your coat, you started heading towards the doors of the hospital, until you heard the crying. you tried to not look back but you couldn't help it. his wife was sobbing, holding onto her son who was trying to calm her but was crying himself.

you couldn't look any longer. tears filled your eyes as you left the hospital, eventually running down your cheeks as you climbed into your car. for god's sake, the guy was a husband, a father. they didn't deserve that. he didn't deserve that. why couldn't you just save him?

blinking out of the memories of tonight, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, trying your best to not start crying again.

"sweetheart?" you heard peter's voice call out from the living room. dropping your bag to the floor, you made your way over to him, vision already blurring. forcing a smile onto your face, you sat down next to him, staring at your sock-clad feet on the fluffy carpet.

you didn't meet his eyes as he quietly asked, "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you responded, still not looking at him. "jus' tired. had a long day." pausing, you added, "i'm gonna head to bed."

your boyfriend was too perceptive, and so he knew that you were lying. he followed you into the bedroom after giving you a few minutes to yourself.

you were curled up in the corner of the room, pajamas already on. you were trying so hard to stop the sobs that were pouring out from your body.

peter knelt in front of you, coaxing you out of your shell with soft, gentle hands. "oh, princess," he murmured.

"i'm sorry," you hiccuped, tears falling. you fell into his outstretched arms, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other softly rubbing your back.

"no, please," he said. "don't apologise. you've done nothing wrong."

at his words you pressed your face into his sweater, wet tears soaking it, but he couldn't care less. he only cared about you, about comforting you.

pulling yourself away, you lifted your hand to wipe away the remaining tears, but your boyfriend did that for you. his hands stayed on your face as you tried your best to recount what happened.

"i couldn't save him, pete," you sobbed. "a-and that's the hardest thing about this job. i can't always save everyone."

his heart broke at the pain you were going through. he had hoped that nobody would ever have to experience what it felt like to have that burden. "you did all you could," he said softly, voice filled with emotion. "that's all that matters, sweetheart. it's not your fault."

he gave you a kiss to the top of your head, helping you to stand up and leading you into the bed. "it's not my fault," you murmured, mainly to yourself.

he nodded, immensely proud of you. "it's going to take time," he responded, pulling you back into the warmth of his chest. "but you'll get there. i promise."

[smizzy]

Being Angela's sibling and dating El

mannn im finna whip dis hoe

DONT GET ME STARTEDDDDDD

angela having a soft spot 4 u cus ur her sibling

but shes not kissing up ur ass 24/7

just mildly picking on you

it was all well until you saw a brown short haired girl getting laughed at by your sister and her friends

you didn't say anything knowing how Angela was, but you made a mental note to make sure to look out for that same girl

as time went by she started telling you more and more about the same girl

stories about how she treats her, jokes made in class about her, names being thrown around

you found out her name was Jane and her brother Will both coming from outta state

she was cute you'd give her that

you wanted to talk to her, maybe more

yeah Angela's mischievous actions ticked you off day by day

but during those days you were getting closer to Will meaning also getting closer to Jane too

on the first day you talked to both of them you told them you swore you weren't like your sister

They were on the fence still more so Jane and ofc u don't blame them after the image your sister technically gave you both

But Angela started noticing you staring out for someone during school

or saying you have something for school and spending less and less time with her

not too long after Will, Jonathan, Joyce started noticing when you were brought up she have a reddish pink tint appear on her face with the most adorable blushing smile

it's just so easy to see how much she's into you

and they think it's the most cutest thing ever

the incident at the roller-rink left you stunned but you couldn't say she didn't deserve the hit.....

days pass and you get even more close with Jane, maybe even little flirty remarks, you were in deep babe

After school you heard loud snickering knowing what was happening already, you walked over to Jane helping her up and picking up her dropped belongings and putting them back in her bag

"just give it up already Angela, she's clearly desperate now just spare all of us the time"

it was the first time you ever stood up for Jane

Angela had to make sure she wasn't trippin fr

THE CONFESSIONNNNNNNNN

she scraped her chin with a scratch on her cheek so thinking it was good idea you told her to sit still as you go find any type of first aid in the Hopper-Byers house

As you began treating her she asked you in a low soft voice why you did what you did back at school

you couldn't say anything, like your words were stuck in your mouth

not cus of how scared you were to admit how you felt, but the closeness of face to face ratio

"y/n" you hesitantly moved your eyes up to hers

And in a quick movement she placed her lips right on yours mking you burn up, you dropped the cotton ball and place you hand in hers until you realized what was happening and you pulled away

"I don't care" she said after the sudden quick step back "Honestly I don't care when it comes to being with you, ever since we met it's just been you on my mind"

from there on you knew he rest would be history

NOW LETS TLAK ABOUT DATING

the Byers family loving to have you over anytime even on school nights

photos! photos! photos!!!

she feels the most purest love with you

#mikewieneraintshit

Angela treating her a little nicer day after day when she's over at your house

meaning she'll stop bothering her at school

your gf has the most thanks to give to you from finally getting Angela off her back to winning the most fantastic, affectionate, loving, kind, charming, cool, stunning, humbled, sexy, hilarious girlfriend of all time

you make her feel all mushy whenever you guys kiss

wishing hopper and everyone in Hawkins would meet you

teaching her how to cook and bake

y/n shrine in her room

stick drawings of you both with everyday accessories and hearts around with blushing cheeks is a must 24/7

thinking about a future with you

if eleven gets something from the store she's getting one for y/n you best believe that mate

[thedanoriddler]

Hi omg I love ur work🥺🥺 I was wondering if u could do Edward nashton meeting his old crush from the orphanage while he is riddler accidentally? Like they both wanna kill this guy and he realises who she is 🥺🥺💕💕 thank u

Oh my god, I love this idea! I’m afraid I got a little carried away and it ended up becoming a full on fic at this point but… hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Warnings for fluff, the first parts are literally the cutest thing I’ve written 💚 also for talk of death and murder but this is Eddie/Riddler we’re talking about so 😂 I apologise in advance for any OOC nonsense, it’s been a long few weeks for me 😭

Also, there aren’t any gender terms so I suppose this is a gender neutral reader but I’ll admit that while writing it, I was imagining myself (a woman) 😅 I imagine the reader later on in the story is a little like Selina Kyle because… well, you’ll see. Hopefully it’ll make sense in the story! But the reader doesn’t have a particular gender in this story so… yep! All genders can enjoy! ❤️

********

After the death of your parents, you were of course sent to the Gotham Orphanage. It was difficult enough losing both of your parents, let alone being forced to now live in what was quite possibly the most underfunded, dirty, cold orphanage in the world. To add, the adults in charge were unsympathetic, not caring that you were grieving your lost family, and the other kids were largely no better from what you could tell. You immediately hated it there, and you wished more than ever that you could go back to how things were before - you and your parents, happy and together.

There was soon one bright spot though.

You had seen the shy boy with glasses a few times around the orphanage, usually reading or working on some kind of puzzle; he didn’t appear to have any friends, and you’d even overheard some of the other kids make fun of him, but because they were older and bigger, you hadn’t been able to step in. He seemed so unlike the other children at the orphanage, you thought, and you wondered if it might be worth speaking to him - even if you only had one friend, it was bound to be less lonely than having none. It took a few weeks before you had the right opportunity to talk to him away from anyone else and also after settling into your new “home”, but eventually the right moment came.

It had been a chilly autumn day, and you saw him sitting outside under a tree away from the other children playing - you didn’t really want to play with any of the other kids, so you decided you’d speak to the shy boy, maybe ask what he was doing. You noticed that he looked surprised when you sat down opposite him, glancing around as if expecting you to be sitting with someone else, as if you were only sitting near him as a coincidence.

“Hi,” you greeted, somewhat awkwardly. “I’m (Y/N).”

The boy blinked and didn’t speak for a long moment, and you briefly wondered if he even could speak - perhaps he was mute or something. Just as you were debating apologising for disturbing him and leaving, you heard a quiet voice.

“I’m… I’m Edward.”

“Edward.” You repeated it, determined to remember it. “Umm… What are you reading, Edward?”

He looked down at his book and back, still perplexed that you were talking to him - it was obvious he was mostly ignored. “Oh, I’m not reading… Well, I suppose I am, but… It’s a riddle book actually.”

“Riddles? Like… Like a problem you solve?”

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly to himself. “Sort of. They can be misleading or puzzling, and you have to be smart to solve them - that’s why I like them.”

“Huh. Can you try one on me?” You ask, your interest piqued.

“Oh.” He looked surprised by your question but still flipped open his book and searched for one hurriedly. “These are super easy ones, but… The less of me you have, the more one is worth; treat me with care as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”

You wrinkled your nose up as your thought, which made him smile even more to himself; it took nearly a whole minute to consider what he’d said before you figured it out. “Is it… a friend?”

“Yes!” His eyes lit up behind his glasses, and you realised absentmindedly that he had green eyes. “Yes, it is a friend! You’re the only person who’s figured it out when I’ve asked them!”

For the first time since your parents had died, you felt yourself smile, almost wryly. “So… Are you asking me to be your friend?”

His mouth opened and closed very quickly. “I… umm… I…” It was clear that he was worried he’d offended you somehow. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, if- if you don’t want to be then… then that’s okay…”

You looked at this shy but intelligent boy in front of you, at his huge glasses and the way his cheeks had gone pink, and knew immediately what your answer would be. “Yes.”

“Y- Yes?” His eyes were even wider than ever, voice no louder than a disbelieving whisper.

You smiled and moved closer to him. “Yes, I want to be friends.”

****

Edward Nashton was not only your friend - he was your best friend, and you were his.

The two of you spent most of your time together, usually finding an empty room or quiet area of the orphanage to be alone in away from the other children, and you were practically inseparable. You did a lot of puzzles - not just riddles but also jigsaws, word problems, sudoku, even card games - together, and when you weren’t playing those, you’d sit and talk for hours. You’d never had a friend like Eddie, not even when your parents had been alive, and being around him made dealing with their loss so much easier.

It didn’t take long for you to trust Eddie or feel at ease with him, and you told him everything; you told him about your parents, about where you used to live, your old school, about how they died. He listened intently to everything, and you knew that he never forgot anything you told him - he was so smart, much smarter than a lot of the other kids in the city, and you knew he could memorise things easily, especially when it came to you.

You learnt that Eddie had lived at the orphanage ever since he could remember, that he could barely remember his own parents - and the small scraps that he did remember about his parents weren’t nearly as wonderful as what you knew about yours. You were understanding yet horrified when he recounted that he could remember his father hurting him and calling him “stupid”, and you told Edward that he was the smartest person you’d ever met - and it was the truth.

Neither of you were particularly liked by the other kids at the orphanage - mostly Edward was targeted by your peers, although you found that you also got teased and made fun of for standing up for him, for hanging around with him. You wouldn’t have had it any other way - Edward was your best friend, and that was that. You mostly ignored the others, knowing they weren’t worth your time.

But Edward got it much worse than you; he’d been there longer, and his intense love of puzzles and riddles singled him out. You saw the bruises on your friend from being pushed over, the way the frames of his glasses repeatedly got snapped, and even on one occasion you’d been the one who found him after the others had forced his head down a toilet. It made you so angry, so full of rage, that people could treat him like this - and that the orphanage staff did nothing to stop this. In fact, the staff didn’t even attempt to hide their dislike of Edward, ignoring the bullying even when it happened in front of them and even encouraging it at times.

You wanted nothing more than to hurt the people who hurt your best friend.

“They’re just jealous,” you told him firmly as you finished taping his glasses frame back together - thankfully, the lenses were intact still. “They’re all jealous because they know you’re ten times smarter than they ever will be, Eddie. You’re going to go on to do great things, you’re going to change this city, and they’re afraid of that - afraid of how powerful you’ll be.”

He sniffed, putting his glasses back on his face before looking at you with a hopeful stare. “You think so?”

You nodded emphatically. “I know so.”

He smiled weakly, allowing you to smooth down the collar of his shirt and help fix his hair; after a moment, he looked at you in an almost bashful way. “You… You called me Eddie.”

“Huh. I guess I did.” You met his eyes. “Is that okay? Can I call you that?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie breathed, and the way he looked at you made you feel somewhat funny inside. “I… I like you calling me that.”

“Good.” You beamed at him happily before taking his arm. “Come on, we’ve got time until the dinner bell - enough time for you to help me finish that crossword.”

****

It was official: Eddie had a crush on you, his best friend.

As you both hit adolescence, he started to realise it more and more; he had always liked you, obviously, as you were his best friend - but this was different. For a while, he’d passed off the intensity of it as just really caring about you because of your friendship, because neither of you had anyone else - you were the only good thing in his life. But as you both started to grow out of childhood, it became more and more obvious that what he was feeling wasn’t platonic at all.

It wasn’t platonic to feel a warm tingle whenever you touched his arm, he realized, nor that he had thoughts of wanting to embrace you, of holding your hand as you walked everywhere together. He noticed more and more that he was staring at your mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss you, what you’d taste like, and even how you might react if he just kissed you randomly. Oh, and it definitely was not platonic to have dreams about you, especially not dreams that left his heart pounding and body tense.

Eddie had it bad for you, but he was scared of you finding out - scared not only that you’d reject him, but also that it would ruin your friendship completely and he’d then have no one anymore. He imagined scenarios of your possible reactions to finding out he had a crush on you, but he knew you’d never like him back, not like that - of course you wouldn’t, he thought miserably, because you were so amazing, so incredible, that why would you like him in that way?

He tucked away memories of certain moments in his mind, knowing that reliving them in his thoughts was the closest he’d ever get to actually being in a relationship with you; your beautiful eyes lighting up at the sight of him, a hand on his arm or shoulder, your laugh, the way you called him ‘Eddie’ so affectionately, how you stood up to those who bullied the two of you. It kept him going on even the worst days, and despite knowing he couldn’t tell you of his feelings, that it would most likely never happen, he was still so happy to just spend every day with you.

And then you were gone.

One day some distant relatives of yours came; they’d been overseas for the last several years and hadn’t realised your parents had died, that you’d been living in this rundown orphanage that no one in the city cared enough about to fix. You were overjoyed, not really to see them as you’d not really met them before but more so because it meant you’d get to leave this awful place, and once the staff of the orphanage were able to establish that they were indeed your relatives, you were going home with them.

It all happened very quickly; you were hurriedly made to pack your bag with the few belongings you had and rushed onwards without a backwards glance. As you approached the main door of the orphanage, however, you realised something.

“I need to say goodbye to Eddie,” You said, but when you attempted to turn around, one of the staff grabbed you by the arm and marched you forwards. “Wait, no, please, just let me say goodbye to him-!”

But none of them would listen, not even your relatives; you begged them for just five minutes so you could find your best friend, so you could give him a phone number or even an address to write to, but they refused - they wanted to get out of Gotham as soon as possible.

“He’s my best friend,” You pleaded desperately, on the verge of tears. “Please, I can’t leave without saying goodbye!”

But they merely told you that you’d make other friends in your new home, that soon enough you wouldn’t even remember this old friend of yours, and he’d probably forget you too. You cried hard as you were driven away, vowing to yourself that you’d find Eddie someday, you’d find a way to let him know where you were, that you’d see each other again one day.

Eddie had watched you disappear from the window of the boys’ room, and he’d cried; he cried because the staff hadn’t allowed him to come and say goodbye, because they’d locked him in this room so he couldn’t get out, but mostly because his heart was broken. His only friend - his best friend - was gone without so much as a goodbye, and he had no idea where you’d gone.

Why didn’t you say goodbye?, he thought, hurt by this fact: he cared so much about you, and he had hoped that you cared about him too, even if it was only as a friend. It was like you didn’t care about him, that it was all a lie - and it was like a knife to the gut.

As the days turned to weeks, and then to months and years, he waited for any sign that you cared about him, for a letter or some kind of communication. But nothing ever came. It was like you’d forgotten all about him.

He never forgot you though - never.

****

After your relatives died many years later, you used the money they had left you to return to Gotham; it was even more awful than you remembered due to the crime rate skyrocketing, and it was clear that the streets were run by criminals - and no one did a thing about it.

You went back to the orphanage, hoping to find some information on your old best friend - to find out what happened to him, to track him down - but it was abandoned save for a few dropheads hiding out there. There were no records left, no hints as to your old friend’s current whereabouts, and you found yourself crying when you got back to your new apartment in Gotham because you had no idea how you’d find him, no idea if he was even still in the city or where he might have gone.

Gotham was a big city - even if he was still there, your chances at finding him were slim. He had no social media that you could find, no records… you wondered if he was even alive anymore. You remembered how every winter, at least one of the babies had died in the orphanage, and the older kids soon became dropheads… what if that had happened to your Eddie? You couldn’t bear the thought of it.

You were so angry - so ridiculously, undeniably angry - at what that place had done to you and Eddie, what might have happened to him after you had been taken away. And as you spent longer and longer back in Gotham, this anger began to rise: you were realizing more than ever that the people who ran this city were corrupt, that they were in fact the same people responsible for the miserable childhood you and your best friend had endured. Just as during your childhood, no one did anything to help in this city - everyone just let it happen. The closest anyone had to justice was a damn masked vigilante running around dressed like a bat, and that wasn’t really helping much in terms of changing the overall corruption of the city.

Someone needed to do something - and if that had to be you, then so be it.

****

No one knew who the Riddler was - exactly how he wanted it.

Edward Nashton had built this persona carefully, had spent months plotting and planning things before they were put into motion. He had made sure everything was perfect: the coat one of his favourite shades of dark green, the mask hid everything but his eyes, it was comfortable and not too loose whilst allowing him to wear his glasses. There was no chance of leaving any of his DNA behind; his gloves were thick but didn’t leave fibres behind, he knew how to meticulously wrap his head in clingwrap before donning his mask so that there was no chance of hairs being left behind. Every inch of him was covered, even his mouth, and it would be impossible for the GCPD or anyone else to link The Riddler back to Edward Nashton, a forensic accountant. No one would suspect him, no one would know until he chose to reveal it.

But for now he had things that needed doing; the first step of his great plan was to murder the mayor, Don Mitchell Jr, on Halloween night. The death of the city mayor would change everything, and he almost couldn’t wait - but he had to, for he had something he needed to do first.

The director of the old Gotham Orphanage where he’d grown up was in his late fifties now, living comfortably on the outskirts of the city. Edward had done his research: the man had no family and lived alone - he was almost too easy a target. He was not a high profile figure, not like the mayor or the others who would form a part of his plan to bring to truth to the light - it was a personal matter, something he had to do for himself.

The director had been the one who punished him, who never stopped the bullying and abuse inflicted by the other children and staff - but worst of all, he was the one who had signed the documents that took his best friend away, the one who sneered as he refused to give any information or allow him to write a letter.

Perhaps it was selfish - he was doing this purely for himself and not for the city - but he didn’t care. No one could blame him for wanting to kill this man, and no one would miss him.

It was easy to sneak into the old director’s small apartment on the outside of the city; the man had left a window open before going out for dinner, and Edward had to try not to smirk under his mask as he used the fire escape to climb up and slip inside. Now all he had to do was wait.

The plan was simple: he would wait for the ex-director to return, hidden away behind the bedroom door, and then strike when the moment was right. He knew where exactly to strike the skull, how to stage it to look like he’d just fallen and never gotten up. No one would investigate further than what was immediately obvious - the GCPD weren’t clever enough for that, and wouldn’t want to put the work in for someone so meaningless.

As he entered the bedroom to wait, however, it became immediately clear that he wasn’t alone.

He deflected the blow that came his way easily despite his surprise, reaching for the bludgeon he had on his belt; the figure who had attacked him was reeling back, planning their next attack, and he noticed that they were smaller, their face covered by a balaclava, dressed completely in black. He hadn’t planned for an additional person - this was certainly not his target, and the fact they were masked made it obvious that they, like him, certainly weren’t supposed to be there either.

The figure launched again, and Edward grabbed them by the arm; they were either sloppy in their fighting or taken just as aback as he was by his appearance. He hadn’t been planning on killing a second person tonight, but if he had to then he would - it would be sloppy not to. The stranger huffed, trying to break free, and he pulled them closer so that he could manoeuvre them with both of his hands. The eyes behind the mask flashed and-

And he felt his breath catch. He knew those eyes: he’d thought about them every day and night since he was a child.

It couldn’t be.

He let go, and the stranger moved away, panting harshly. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck, dude???”

The voice was familiar - not quite the same, it was slightly older but he recognised the tone, the accent, the way this person spoke. He had never forgotten your voice - he had never forgotten anything about you, even years later.

“Listen, I’m here for someone in particular, I don’t want to hurt anyone else, so if you could just-”

“(Y/N)?” His voice was soft and muffled by the mask.

You stopped speaking, surprised that this person knew your name; you hadn’t really met anyone upon returning to Gotham, keeping to yourself, and even so, you’d thought your mask would provide you anonymity. “Do I know you?”

Now that you weren’t actively fighting this person, you got a good look at them; it was a man, judging by the stature and voice, and he was dressed in a green trench coat with a white question mark painted on the left side. The mask covered their whole face, but you realised now that they were wearing a pair of glasses.

With a jolt, you remembered that Eddie had worn glasses like that. But it couldn’t be him, it couldn’t possibly…

You hesitated for a moment before reaching up and removing your mask; the eyes behind the glasses widened in recognition, and you realised those eyes were green - just like his, the exact same shade.

“Eddie?” You murmured, heart pounding.

For a moment, the masked figure didn’t say anything - and then, slowly, he removed his glasses before reaching up and pulling his mask off.

He had grown up, just as you had, but you knew: this was Eddie, your Eddie. Even though he’d wrapped his head in something, even though his face was older than that of the teenage boy you’d loved, even though it had been years, you knew it was him.

“I…” You felt your throat close up. “Eddie.”

“(Y/N)…” He looked thunderstruck at the sight of you as he replaced the glasses onto his face. “I… Hi.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were throwing your arms around him whilst trying to hold your tears back. “Fuck, Eddie, I’ve been trying to find you! I thought…” You sniffed. “I missed you.”

He was surprised by this, but you felt a tentative hand on your back as he relaxed slightly. “I missed you too.”

You pulled away to look at him, a flurry of emotions running through you; you couldn’t believe it, that after all this time, after all the pain and heart ache of being separated from him, you’d found him when you weren’t even expecting it. Now you were looking at him properly, you could see that this was without a doubt your best friend - there was no mistaking it.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, head still spinning. “And… why are you dressed like that?”

Eddie opened his mouth and closed it again, not certain on how to answer. “Oh. I’m… well… this is what I do,” He said carefully. “I was… waiting for someone.”

“Oh.”

“And why are you here? And dressed like that?” He asked, rather perplexed.

You hesitated for the second time that evening, not sure of how much to tell him - you didn’t think he would go to the police or turn you in, but you were completely sure of how he’d react to the truth. But then, you thought as you looked at how he was dressed, perhaps he understood more than you thought. “For the same reason as you, I think; I’m here for him.”

You could tell by the way his eyes lit up with understanding that you were right. “We’re both after the same person - to make him pay.”

There were a lot of things the two of you needed to discuss - you hadn’t seen each other for roughly a decade and a half, after all - but you were both aware of where you were, and that you didn’t have time to have that conversation here. Instead, you toyed with your mask before sending the man in front of you a meaningful look.

“How about,” You began slowly. “We work together and take care of this guy, and then maybe we can catch up later?”

Eddie considered this for a moment before slowly nodding and preparing to put his own mask back on. “I think that’s a good plan.”

As it turned out, it was so much easier to do with two.

****

Crap ending be crap lol

May write a follow up to this where they talk and he confesses his feelings, who knows? 😉

[obxsprincess]

heyy girl, how are u? i know ive been kinda missing but i might need your advice on something bc im very confused and unsure (and my friends are being kind of unhelpful bitches lol

So, im in college right? and theres a lot of fraternities around, and I met this guy, a friend of a friend, and he lives in a fraternity.

So far so good right? We kinda flirted with each other for a few days until a party last night where we finally hooked up (i was drunk but everyone said it was pretty hot :)) but i had to leave bc my roomate was very sick so i never got to talk to him abt anything else basically. And my friend said tomorrow they'll have a small party to celebrate a bday on that fraternity, and everyone keeps saying i should lose my virginity to this guy (ik shocking im a virgin), but the thing people dont understand is that i get attached very quickly and to me our kiss basically locked in, so im kinda nervous ill get attached and he wouldnt want anything serious w me

Reading it back it feels kinda dumb but specially for people on campus and SPECIALLY on fraternities is very rare for u to get kinda together w someone so quick, so I DUNNO WHAT TO DO

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hiii babes, ofc ofc im always here to help!! and remember not even my opinion should persuade you into anything, cus I can only go off of my own experiences with virignity loss and hook ups 💞 but I hope my insights helpful!!

I lost my virginity at 16 back in high school (a long time ago and not at all saying ur guy is like this ! cus he probably isnt! especially cus hes an adult so I hope to fucking hell he isn’t) and it definitely happened very fast and quick, texted for a few days, made out, and then met up to have sex. in summary it ended with my nudes being leaked around the school and almost a felony on my name (for sending them?) but the thing ive took out of it (and only reason for the story, im srry cus I was so young so it might seem weird to include) n held close is to remember trust is one of the most important parts of sex really! because your putting your pleasure and body into someone elses hands, but also your emotional trust because sex is so much more than just getting physical for a few minutes, and its important to remember that the lingering thoughts shouldn’t ever be negative, or the guy broke the trust you put in him. truly the after sex reaction is just as important as being taken care of during. in my experience, because I didnt know the guy well, I went into it blind not knowing what I total asshole he was.

and trust, in my eyes, means knowing you’ll be treated right afterwards no matter what, even without a relationship basic aftercare if the bare minimum. and to me it doesn’t seem like you are convinced he’ll do that for you ! so pls pls be careful 💞 who knows ! he might be an amazing guy but if you arnt ready to take that step yet, don’t ! because the good ones are always willing to wait. I would say text him/talk to him in person if you have to too. because and I’m hoping not but you never know, his and your friends might have ‘talked’, and sex might be on his mind too. so if you feel comfortable, get on the same page with him with whatever you decide angel !! you deserve to lose your virginity and be glowing afterwards, its so much better than regretting it 💗 whether u choose to get to know him better or lose your virginity to him, stay safe bby and use safety <3 (pls make sure to discuss possible STD history on his side too btw !)

hope this helped a little love, love you and never let anyone pressure you please, cus fuck that

[villains4hire]

What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?

Something that you find unforgivable?

//The constant ever flowing discourse people have and can't discern vaguing from an opinion on a topic. Ppl acting like someone in the rpc is the end of the world over an ooc problem in a private convo over just a disagreement. Perhaps even dragging it to the blogs in vaguing or otherwise.

//Then the second will be covering mature, sensitive topics, click the readmore at your own risk: you've been warned. As I will keep it to the online space and rpc mostly, as it won't be able to be able to be applied though with some exceptions to give good examples as some ppl are really stupid about the concept of 'innocent until proven guilty'. It's just a long list of what I could think of in about 30 minutes so there u go

//Alright so on minors interaction: anything smut wise rped with minors as I've been groomed myself into doing that as a minor, but I won't say how, as things go deeper than that and while that's not something that even bothers me anymore? It is something I can't forgive, but I won't go after people if they stop. I don't fault people for being lied to but I highly suggest to do your best to verify ppl's ages, as people do lie a lot online for smut or try to, as I know you want to trust ppl, but don't ruin ur life. I've seen too much drama, discourse and ppl getting screwed over for this tho no legal charges that I know have ever happened over it from my several decade experience in different rpcs. Like there are still ways to lie of course, but it becomes much harder for ppl that shouldn't be interacting with you that way if you take that step.

//I think interacting with minors as an adult in the rpc is a little odd at this point? I don't hold it against ppl who do, but so long as there's no sexual content involved then I have no problems with it, though I do question shipping etc. I'm glad most ppl are becoming only 18+ though, it gives me comfort that I'm harder to reach when surrounded by such a sphere. Violent rps are okay but maybe don't go too crazy? I know a few ppl who rp with anyone still, so I kinda know both sides of the fence as most people did around five years ago, I think everyone just got tired of them being in our spaces as I know I did.

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As someone who's been abused and while I've never abused someone in a sexual way? I have used abusive language in a confronting way in the past as a minor and partially into being a young adult, granted, things usually end shortly afterward. Ppl can grow and change, don't be a purist moron about it.

And on that note: do not make allegations without screenshots or evidence, or jump on a hatemob. Like I get the 'Me Too' movement, it's important to talk about abuse, but there's a thing such as innocent until proven guilty. I say this, as ppl who have abused me have tried to ruin my life as well, the only reason why they didn't get away with it is because I had evidence and his ass got dropped in court. (I am keeping this vague as the nature of it is very personal) This in general I suggest as you can ruin someone's life if it's something super bad you're accusing someone of. I know someone who tried to ruin my reputation in the rpc until I threatened them with screenshots of our convos of them blatantly lying of our interactions, trying to frame me as a predator??? For reasons I don't know, but people like that usually have some deep seeded issues that are hard to get into. But imo, you're a piece of shit and I hope you eat glass if u do that, as I STILL have the convos screened all these years later stashed on a physical memory stick and on online drives. They at the time, had destroyed my friend circle as I didn't take the ppl they manipulated back after that. Don't be stupid, don't be gullible, always make ppl provide evidence for really damning accusations. Esp since things can be easily deep-faked for convos these days.

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Transferring ooc feelings into an rp in a blatant way to be a dick is an easy way for me to part ways.

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Vague-posting about me or someone else in a blatant way will ruin any chance of us interacting in the future or present. Make it apparent it's someone ooc or I'll take note and see if you change overtime, otherwise I will indeed just cut ties no questions asked. There's such a thing as talking about something that happened with someone you no longer talk to, or they did something horrible to you. But if it's over something like getting blocked? As I get it feels bad for some ppl, but pls vent privately or something. As at that point, I presume and my expectations will be set that you never want to talk again as ppl we know can and will get involved and u shouldn't expect otherwise if it's blatant enough.

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Leave RL at the door when it comes to your blog unless you are literally having the worst day of your life imaginable, need help or otherwise. This I'm not as resentful of, but it is discomforting so at least tag it.

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Abusing deniable plausibility to be subtly transphobic or otherwise, as recently I had someone get onto about my Vaggie faceclaim for her moth form. As they compared to removing her tits to whitewashing and called me a sexist which you could easily imply 'haha, ur sexist bc man', but could fall back onto like 'well women can be sexist too'. No I'll call you fucking stupid and to eat glass and screenshot the convo.

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Influencing a friendship of someone else or someone vulnerable in an emotional state to worsen their opinion of someone else. Like you can talk about ppl, but if you're their fucking friend? Don't do that then to them, sometimes, ppl just don't get along, it doesn't mean they're a bad person. In fact, most things I've noticed years later or months even ppl end up regretting what's happened between them and that person and wonder 'could things have been different'? And I'll tell you, yes they could have and still could if you make the effort to reach out. Like there are exceptions as needing advice for friend to friend, but never try to make it a 'it's us against them' over something benign or if it's behavior that can be changed.

[animeangel21]

hi so I just read ur Ran Incubus fanfic and can I just say I love it!! ur fanfics are amazing. If u don’t mind could u right a Incubus sanzu x reader fanfic it’s fine if u can’t I totally understand.

tysm <3

THE INCUBUS WITH SCARRED LIPS.

MINORS DNI 18+

INCUBUS!SANZU X FEMALE READER

Summary: After you were kicked out your parents house at age 20 for being a “delinquent” when in reality you were being independent but you were a good kid and they were dramatic, you moved to an apartment by yourself and it already had an off feeling to it.But, what peaked your curiosity was nobody ever stayed there long and women who often bought the apartment requested a change after weeks sometimes days.

You had no other options and what was so bad right? You could do what you couldn’t now without someone looking over your shoulder.. or at least that’s what you thought.

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This work contains dark content and the following: swearing, smoking, explicit description of smut,blood, teasing, dub con/ non con, stalking, sanzu being a creep of course, masturbation, dry humping, oral, choking, spitting, spanking, face slapping/ impact play, bondage.

If I forgot anything then oh well…

Sweat was already beading on your forehead, even though the weather was quite nice today. You had to finish moving all the boxes in so you could eat and catch up on some things before you had to go to bed and work in the morning.

Your parents had been upset due to the fact that you’d work starting at 8am and would sometimes work till 7pm or 8pm with no lunch or breaks then come home exhausted or you’d go out with friends after wards and come home late at 11pm sometimes midnight.

You were never a bad kid, you were a good student when you were in school , from what they assumed you never did any sort of drugs and you really didn’t drink unless you were out drinking socially. You never talked back and for some reason you wanting to act like a normal 20 year old was an issue for them, so your mother allowed your step father to kick you out and told you to pack your shit and leave. You stayed with your best friend for almost a year and a half while paying half her rent and saving money, found a cheap apartment which was one of the last units available and without telling your parents you packed all your things while they worked and left the house leaving not a single trace of yourself behind besides the family photos on the wall.

They came home to an empty bedroom and all your personal belongings, hygiene products, and even the dishes and food you got missing from the house and they were shocked.

You grabbed some of the last boxes from your car and thanked your best friend who had your bed frame and mattress all in your room set up.

“Thanks for helping me out on such short notice, I don’t know how to repay you.” You said and she smiled.

“Y/n you don’t have to pay me back I know what it feels like to have this happen plus, if you ever wanna pay me back we could go out to that club in Roppongi and have a couple drinks” she said unpacking some boxes already.

You laughed and plugged the speaker up in the kitchen. “ you know I would love to go out when I’m not working close to 60 hours a week. But I’m always off Saturdays early so it sounds like a plan to me.”

You placed a backpack on your bed that had some things inside that you definitely kept hidden from your parents. You were a pot head having weed, carts, multiple pens and a bowl shoved deep in an old backpack and in your closet.

You walked back into the kitchen and connected your phone to the speaker and clicking you playlist to unpack the new place.

The only kind of furniture the place came with was major appliances such as an over the counter microwave and fridge, you had saved money working so much you had bought a nice dark gray living room set, lamps, and your biggest investment was the large vanity in the bedroom and the wall mount for your tv you had bought living at your parents place. The apartment was mostly set up by the time your best friend left to go see her sneaky link.

You fell down on to the freshly made bed, the room was eerie, even with the LED lights you put up and horror movie posters you hung around the room to bring some sort of personality to the white walls.

You opened the bedside table that had the drugs in it and pulled out the bowl you packed and went out on the balcony that was in the living room.

You made sure none of your neighbors were out and the streets were pretty empty as well so you had little to worry about.

Why was it that people didn’t like this place? It seemed only a bit eerie but that’s what you expect living alone. The manager had told you that people have up and left the apartment or requested a change of apartments after a few DAYS. They claim feeling as if they’re being watched, women claimed they were touched in their sleep, men cut and bruised, strange bruising all over the body especially the thighs of women.

You laughed at the thoughts. “I wish someone would fucking touch me so they can get stabbed.” You thought aloud.

The scars on Haruchiyo’s face stretched when he smiled creepily looking at your form sitting on the balcony. He Finally found someone worth his time, when he heard that someone rented the apartment next to his that he had cursed in order to feed himself. As an incubus he rarely came across someone who was probably crazy enough to kill someone as he was, and he’s killed and tortured his fair share of individuals especially working for such a known criminal organization. Not only that but he’s drained so many women and men of their energy all by fucking them and feeding into their sexual desires.

As an incubus he needed to feed off of it, he wanted it all the time and his new mission was sitting on the porch getting blazed out of her mind and was completely naïve to what was about to occur while staying here, oh it made his sick head buzz thinking about how long you’d stay and how long he could fuck with you till you cried back to mommy and daddy.

You decided to head back inside and as you were heading to your bedroom there was a knock at the door. You furrowed your eyebrows together and walked to the door and you looked through the peep hole and could see a man with a pink mullet and Diamond scars on the corners of his lips standing at your door looking rather bored and his eyes red clearly he was high off something.

“Who is it!?” You said loudly and he put on his best act and already aware that you were watching him.

“Uh.. I’m haruchiyo, I’m your neighbor. Sorry to bother this late just wanted to welcome you and if you ever need anything I’m right next door..” he scratched the back of his head and looked around.

Now you felt like an asshole everyone thought you were. You opened the door and looked up at the taller man with a slight smile. “I’m y/n l/n, sorry if I came off so aggressive that was never my intention haruchiyo.”

“It’s okay, I know how that is. A lot of people say I come off the same way too all the time. But, please don’t apologize. Nice to meet you y/n” he gave you a hand and you shook it slightly shivering at the coolness of the rings on his fingers.

“Much appreciated. Vice versa, if you ever need anything please stop by.” You said and he bowed politely. “I will thank you y/n, I’ll take my leave cause it’s pretty late” and with that he walked away and you looked at the back of his head, his suit was tailored so nicely and fit him well, shiny black shoes that were clearly expensive, and his scent kinda lingered, the smell was intoxicating and definitely would make any woman drop her panties.

You shut your door softly, and locked both locks on the door and made sure to lock the balcony up before shutting all the lights off and going to your bedroom.

You had taken a shower, did your skin care and hair routine, changed into a oversized sweater with some panties and laid in bed. You were exhausted and high and sleeping was going to be so much easier now without having to hear your parents bitch and complain.

The room felt uncomfortably cold suddenly forcing you to retreat across the room and turn the heater on and make sure the air was off and it was.

You got under the covers and turned to your side and fell into a deep sleep. Your sleeping figure was all sanzu saw while stalking towards your figure like he was a tiger stalking it’s next meal. He groaned at your lack of bottoms, He could absolutely ruin you in seconds without a bit of remorse.

Your body felt stuck, you looked around and all you could see was the darkness of wherever you were and what looked like a door. You walked towards it and when you opened it you could see your own apartment. A pink haired figure was sat on your couch. “Haruchiyo? Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Hm? You invited me? Come sit.” And he patted next to him. You were in his line of sight and he snatched you by the waist and sat you on his lap facing him. His smell was so overwhelming already his expensive cologne, a fresh smelling body wash hinted as well, his breath was like holding a lighter to your neck it was burning your hot skin.

“You’re so nervous now, don’t be doll.” His big hands around your waist pulled you closer and his fingertips were able to touch on the small of your back.

Your lower half rubbed against something hard in his pants.” Oh? You felt that? Feel what you’re doing t’ me”

You were stuck. Your head was buzzing, you were probably visibly shaking in his lap. He grabbed your hips pushing you down harder and a moan of his name slipped out. You fell forward and braced yourself with your hand on his shoulders, your hips grinding themselves down onto his.

“Dirty little girl, you like dry humping me like a slut?”

Reality hit you and you found yourself waking up in a sweat and alot of moisture between your legs.

Why. That’s the only thing going through your brain. Why the hell are you thinking about your very hot neighbor who you just met HOURS AGO!

You let out an irritated breath and threw the covers off to take care of this issue yourself.

You slipped off your underwear and started to rub your clit in slow circles. You let a small moan slip from your lips and for some odd reason you could close your eyes and still smell his cologne. Your stomach felt tighter. You thought about what it could’ve escalated to, how it would finally feel to have something stretch you out so well after so many years.

You rubbed harder and quicker till you reached that high and covered your mouth to stop yourself from possibly being loud. You rode it out and slowly got out of bed to clean yourself up and laid back down to go back to bed.

Sanzu knew he had to go do a job but fuck he wanted to break into your apartment and fuck you stupid till you babble nothing but his name.

He sighed loudly and decided to get the job done and over with so he could come back by a certain time to put a small plan into motion.

He walked out the door, into the elevator and his index finger on his left hand twitched rapidly. He was ready to get his jobs done and get back for once in a long time.

Some hours later

“Sanzu, why are you so eager to leave today?” Ran smirked at him while he watched Mikey’s meeting from a distance even if they were only talking and had been close for some time now he trusted nobody around mikey.

“Cause I have someone else to take care of.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Did the psycho finally find himself a toy?” Rindou said walking over and sanzu just smirked.

“No. What I do is nobodies business, so mind your own”

Ran and Rindou knew he was either going to kill,torture, or fuck someone after this.

You on the other hand are waking up and getting ready for your day. 6:00am is what your clock read and you were showered and doing your hair and make up to go to work.

You ate a small breakfast and had coffee before you got dressed and threw on a cropped black sweater, light blue jeans and some black sneakers and grabbed your keys before heading out.

You could practically smell Haruchiyos cologne as you locked your front door and you were greeted by him entering his apartment.

“Good morning haruchiyo, we’re you just getting home?” You said and he shut his door and looked at you through his pink bangs.

“I work nights occasionally. It’s a very big organization I work for doll.” He let the nickname roll off his tongue and smiled slightly.

“O-oh, that’s nice, we’ll get some rest I’m sure you’re tired” you smiled and cursed yourself mentally for stuttering.

“Let me walk you to your car, these guys are creeps they’ve been in the parking lot all morning.” He placed his hand on the small of your back and lead you down the hallway.

You allowed him to lead you down the hall, and out the front doors and to your all black 2022 Nissan Altima.

“I carry knives on me to be safe of course.” You said with a smile and and he laughed slightly.

“Invest in a gun and I’ll teach you to shoot it sweets.” He said looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes that made you absolutely melt.

“Sounds like a deal. I’ll see you later haru-”

“Call me sanzu or Haru works too” he smiled and winked at you before walking away and once his back was to you you could see the black gun in the waist band of his slacks behind his back. All you could do was let your mind wonder and shook those thoughts off before heading to your job.

“Stop y/n. Bad thoughts,bad thoughts!”

Sanzu just walked away smirking and knew he already had you wrapped around his finger.

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You got home a little after 7pm and put your things away and fell onto your couch because after working since 8 in the morning you were exhausted and starving.

A knock on your door had you getting up and you deeply sigh and saw sanzu and smiled opening up the door.

“great you’re here, I was wondering if you wanted to come over cause not only do I have a gift for you but, I made dinner.” He said with a smile and your stomach growled the minute he said dinner. He was dressed in a black sweater and black sweatpants and you could see the gold chain around his neck tucked in and his hair was in a ponytail allowing you to see the piercings that littered his ears.

“Oh, yeah I’d love to. Plus you didn’t have to get me anything haru.” He rolled his eyes and you laughed. “I just came from work so let me change and I will be right over”

“Alright see ya in a bit doll” he walked back over to his apartment and you shut the door and went to your bedroom to change out your work clothes.

You slipped on some black shorts and a Friday the 13th tee shirt that was slightly oversized and slipped shoes on before walking out the door and locking it behind you.

You slipped your phone into the waistband of your shorts and knocked on his door.

His intoxicating smell welcomed you and his hair was down once again. “Welcome, make yourself comfortable y/n”

“Wow.. sorry that was loud but wow.” His some was nice, he was definitely OCD, everything was spotless and nothing seemed out of place, it smelled strongly of his cologne, linen, and whatever he had been making.

“Come eat. Let me hear a bit about you and what you do to work such long hours.” He placed a bowl of ramen at the table and you placed your keys in the holder next to his.

“Thank you. Well, what do you want to know about my very boring life haru.” You said with a slight smile and started eating.

“Tell me anything and I can tell you something. Not cliché shit like 21 questions but more like 21 facts till we are tire of each other’s presence” he said while eating as well.

“Well, I work for a small company and I manage their sales department. It’s a great job, pays good enough for me, long hours but, I get shit done.” You ate and sipped on the water bottle he gave you.

“Ya know every company needs a good salesman especially one that can read body language, facial expressions, and know what makes people buy. But, I work for a pretty big organization right under the big boss. Pretty good pay and I never have an issue with keeping employees in check.”

“Sounds like ya kill people for a living” you joked and that comment made him laugh. “No, I wouldn’t hurt a fly dear. Although I have to fire people daily if things aren’t done correctly cause it requires organizational skills and having common sense.” He said taking both your bowls and binging over some cleaner and some napkins to clean off the table.

God if only you knew what and who you were speaking to.

“I know, I have had to before. I have major OCD due to my parents and I never could stand any type of disorganization personally” you stated as You took it from his hands and sprayed a generous amount and wiped it down, including the sides of the tables.

“So, your parents made you move out or was that your own decision? You don’t have to answer that if it’s too much” you scoffed and giggled at him.

“Nah, I have no filter which is why I don’t leave my house. But, they kicked me out before I turned 21 And I stayed with my best friend for almost the past 2 years and now I’m here. They said I was too ‘independent’ my step father was a real dick and said I was partying and drinking but that was never the case unless they knew I was out. I smoked but they never knew that.”

“Sounds like shit if I’m honest. But, you weren’t a terrible kid, could’ve been like me, fighting, in a gang at a young age, of course I would drink, smoke, go out, fight, almost get arrested but I’ve somewhat changed my ways.” He started to wash the dishes and you followed him.

“I would fight a lot in school, did pretty bad except for some classes but I passed with decent grades, skipped out on college. But, my step dad pushed me so hard for everything and it drove me away from them so I worked more hours to avoid going home.”

“Sounds like an asshole to me.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “Tell me about it, my mother would sit back and watch it all happen and guilt trip me in the end to forgive him.”

Sanzu finished the dishes and dried his hands and placed his hand on the small of your back to lead you to the living room.

“ wait here while I get something.” You sat down on the couch and he walked away returning with a box and a bag.

“I know you smoke so I got you some good stuff from someone I know personally.” He said and sat down watching as you opened the box. He watched your facial features and body language.

He got you a gun,similar to the one he had. Only this one had your name carved into it with white lettering. “These are great gifts Haru, thank you so much.” you said and closed the box placing it on the table.

“ It’s no problem, I feel like every pretty girl should have one to be safe.”

“oh so you buy all pretty girls a gun?” You tease with a smile.

“I do not! Only myself cause I am pretty if I do say do myself” he said making you laugh.

His scars on his face only made your mind wonder to how he got them but, obviously that’s a personally boundary you didn’t wanna cross.

“Wanna touch them? It doesn’t hurt I’ve had them since I was a kid” he said and your eyes widened.

“I-oh,s-sorry I wasn’t intentionally staring, they’re kinda cool and unique I’m not gonna lie.” You said and he laughed.

“I used to cover them up but, an old friend told me it was okay not to. Please I don’t mind at all.” He then realized how close y’all actually sat to each other and his plan seemed to fall into place a bit more every moment.

You fingers were soft against his scarred skin, you made sure to tread lightly cause of the acrylic set you had with the pink designs. He didn’t know if he wanted to scoff at you or fuck you cause of how you touched him.

“You cocky bastard you are pretty..” you mumbled loud enough for him to hear and smiled.

“Am I? I couldn’t tell.” His voice vibrated against your finger tips while he spoke and it send a shiver down your spine and to your core causing you to pull your fingers away slowly.

His inside burned with desire he wanted to take you right now, every way possible, and show you just how pretty he can be while he’s fucking you absolutely stupid. He knew exactly what he was doing. That weed he gave you was laced with his own pheromones, he’d make sure you were giving him full access to your mind so he could play it smart enough to lure you in and you weren’t gonna escape like several others had.

“You have a ton of tattoos care to share a story or two while we smoke?” He said getting up and taking your hand and standing you up leading you out onto the balcony, again with his hand on the small of your back.

“Sure, I love talking about my teenage rebellion” you said somewhat sarcastic and laughed.

He looked at you and could see that you were littered in tattoos from behind your neck and ears all the way to your ankles.

“Which one was first?” He said sitting down and you sat next to him on the couch he had out there as he was lighting up the blunt and taking a hit.

“Well, on Friday the 13th when I was 19 I went out and I got Freddy Kruger and Jason voorhees. I literally got my ass whooped after that but I didn’t care cause it was worth it.”

“Mom wasn’t happy about it?” He said passing the blunt to you and you laughed before taking your hit and you shook your head. “My mom didn’t care cause she understood I was an adult already plus I already had piercings. My step father was the one who was pissed and beat my ass.”

“What kind of psycho puts his hands on a kid whose not his at that a woman too.” He said confused and definitely ready to find him and end his life.

“I don’t know. He had done it all my life and again my mom did nothing about it. So as I got older he stopped caring and I continued to get more and more cause there was nothing that was gonna stop me.” You said with a smile on your face.

“Alright, what was your most recent one?” He asked and you took a hit and passed the blunt back and lifted your shirt to show the Nine tail fox seal tattooed on your stomach.

“It’s healed for the most part, I just got it about a month before I moved.” You touched the tattoo and his eyes lingered as he gave that same look like he wanted to touch it like you did his scars.

“You can touch it, it might feel a bit weird due to it healing still.”

His fingers lightly touched the skin that was a bit rough in some areas but overall healed nicely. He wasn’t thinking how it would feel to touch it but how it would look with his cum all over it or maybe his dick making it bulge a bit from the inside.

It almost felt like your skin was burning where his fingers touched the sensitive skin of your stomach. To say you weren’t having inappropriate thoughts or soaking your panties right now would be a lie. Trust and believe sanzu knew cause he could smell it since you were inside sitting on his couch touching his scars.

“Which one hurt the most? Or did none of them hurt and you’re secretly a masochist?” He said laughing and taking a couple hits then blowing the smoke in your direction.

“I am human after all.” Your smart ass remark made him laugh. “ but they weren’t all that bad, the worse one to sit through was my back and shoulders. I have angel wings on my back and they cover most of it including my shoulders.” You said and took the blunt from his outstretched hand.

“I smell a masochist. I endured piercings for the most part of my life.” He said showing you his ears and cartilage.

“I’ve done both and I still am on the verge of passing out every time I see needles.” You said and you both continued to talk inside his apartment for about 2 more hours till you decided it was late and had to still shower and get ready for work tomorrow.

Whatever you smoked with him was actually good , it gave you a great high and you couldn’t help but feel way more attracted to him.

You laid your head back staring up at his ceiling as he did and watched as he popped two pills in his mouth. You didn’t question him but rather watched his his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed.

It was hot in here.

You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring so hard and sanzu was staring right back.

“You my dear have a staring problem.” He smirked as your face turned red after being caught once again.

“Y-yeah I zoned out big time.” You said and looked away.

“Keep looking at me like that and I might have to stick my tongue down your throat” your eyes got wide and he was side eyeing you with a smirk on his face.

You felt this spark of boldness take over and looked away and nodded your head slowly. “Don’t make empty threats Haru.” You state boldly not sure what possessed you do say so.

Wrong move.

He turned his body enough to allow his hand to wrap around your exposed throat and his fingers pressed into the sides of your neck as he pulled you into a rough kiss and squeezed your neck tighter making your jaw slack so he could respectfully tongue your mouth.

Your hands found their way into his hair and soon enough he had you laying on his couch. His hand gave a harder squeeze to your throat and he swallowed up the moan you let out.

He pulled away and his breath was burning the skin of your neck. He got closer to your ear and licked the shell before sucking your earlobe. “Cmon y/n, tell me how bad you want me.” His words rang in your ears.

“S-so bad..” your voice shook when you said those words and he smirked against your ear and you could feel your eyes shutting from the pressure around your throat and couldn’t stop thinking that you just made out with a lunatic and now you were going to die at his hands horny and sexually frustrated.

“Aw, you’re so obedient, what happen to that bold little girl from a few minutes ago huh?” His grip let up a bit allowing you to take in very little breaths of air.

He placed a searing kiss on your neck underneath your ear and you bit your lip so you wouldn’t moan and that only seemed to make him angry so he tightened his grip once again making you gasp..

You gasped for air and only then did you realize you were in your own bed? Your alarm was going off and you were sweating and gasping for air as if you had actually almost been choked close to death.

You stopped the alarm and looked at your bedside table seeing sanzus gifts and you couldn’t even remember coming home or how you get here.

You looked out the window and it was slightly dark out and raining pretty hard.

You saw a message as well on your phone from an unknown number and unlocked your phone to read it.

Hey, it’s Sanzu you fell asleep on my couch so I carried you over to your place cause I had to work but I had fun. See you soon!

“Fuck..” your heart was beating fast, you wanted to consider calling out of work so you could sleep but had to get up, do your routine, and get to work on time.

You did your routine, ate breakfast and had your coffee, and grabbed your keys which were placed on the hook neatly.

As you stepped out you opened the umbrella you had and from your peripheral vision could see the same guys sanzu had been talking about eyeing you down and whispering to one another.

You rolled your eyes and walked over, got in your car, locked the doors and drove off.

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Your boss had sent you home a bit early giving you enough time to beat some bad weather that was coming your way and she knew you had about a 20 min drive going home.

You drove and the rain seemed heavier and you sighed in traffic and knew you’d be home close to about 7:30pm regardless.

You arrived and you grabbed your umbrella and started heading inside but, the feeling of someone watching you was absolutely insane.

You were probably being paranoid or maybe it was one of those guys that was hanging in the parking lot. You turned and saw nobody directly behind you so you walked quickly inside and could see one guy walk in right after you and you could cry but you wouldn’t.

He stopped in the lobby farther behind you clearly watching you, acting like he was texting and you could tell he was watching to see what floor you got off on so he could follow you. You played it smart and went to a floor below yours and once the elevator stopped you ran for the stairs knowing it would take him a while to get to the 7th floor.

Once you arrived you knocked on sanzus door panicked and prayed he was home.

The door finally opened once you heard the footsteps on the stairs getting closer from down the hall.

“I-I-I’m being followed.” You stuttered out and he pulled you inside immediately and grabbed his gun off the counter and walked right out the door.

“Listen, do not open this door at all unless I tell you to. I would hate for you to see this.”

With that he was gone. And his door shut and you were on his couch with shaking hands and your heart pounding against your chest.

Was he gonna kill him?

Maybe it’s just to scare him. You wouldn’t assume the worse about him. But, within a few minutes there was a knock. You froze. “Y/n it’s me Haru” he said and you went to the door and unlocked it.

He slipped inside and he placed the gun on the counter. He told you he’d just scared the guy off and could see how bad you were shaking.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He held you tightly to his chest and you hugged him tight taking in that god damn cologne he wears.

“Here sit and I’ll get you a change of clothes, you’re gonna stay here, take a shower, I swear I’ll be back I’m gonna check your apartment.”

You could only nod your head and he walked into his bedroom. He shut the door and while he said he was ‘getting you clothes’ he was actually watching the camera he’d set up in his living room.

You were a nervous wreck, your right leg bounced up and down and he knew that smell of cologne which really was his draw for women was working cause you crossed your legs and looked absolutely stressed.

He came back with a sweater most likely too big for you and a pair of sweatpants.

“If you want to come with me to grab under garments you can but stay behind me.”

You nodded knowing you need them and he grabbed the gun off the counter top and your keys in his hand and walked over.

While he walked in front of you through your apartment, you held onto the back of his sweater he wore tightly afraid of losing where he’s going even if he was turning all the lights on.

“alright it’s all clear in here. Go ahead.” He said and waited outside your door while you grabbed a pair of panties and some other hygienic products in a small bag before shutting the lights off and leaving.

You showered as he made dinner for you both and he may have added some incubi blood for lust and some other drug to have you dizzy enough to make this easier and you’d forget the worse part of the night and he’d be able to mold that pretty little head in the morning, into yours to really seal the deal on what was coming tonight.

He couldn’t wait any longer your scent, your voice, now this? All was driving him insane and you being this close in his space was enough to have him finally claim you tonight. If not he’d probably kill someone tonight, again.

“Haru? The pants didn’t fit I folded them. They’re on the bed.” For the love of Lucifer, he thought he was going to die right now. You standing in his dining room with only his sweater on and he knows you have a black thong on underneath, he was going to absolutely fuck the shit out of you.

“That’s fine if you get cold let me know and I can get you some from your place.” He placed your dinner on the table.

You both talked about your day as you ate and you ate all your food before he did and could see how often you’d fidget around.

“You okay? You seem extra fidgety today.”

“Yeah, I just..my anxiety is still up there from earlier.” Your face was a bit red and he took your plates and washed them while putting them on the drying rack he couldn’t help but smirk to himself while you were on the couch after wiping the table down. He won’t lie and say he wasn’t staring at your ass the entire time you did.

He sat by you on the couch and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and your head fell on his shoulder as you felt a bit drowsy.

“My head fuckin hurts.” You said trying not to squint too much due to the tv and light.

“I know doll. You’ll feel fine in a bit” sanzu said looking down and he could see how your face changed and you seemed confused.

“You know? What’s that mean?” You could feel his gaze and the energy in the room felt dark, heavy.

“Trust me. You’ll know soon. Wanna hear something crazy?”

“Yeah, sure..” your thoughts were scrambled and you could feel sanzu leaning closer to you.

“A very long time ago I almost died. Crazy experience actually. Anyway she was a rando and somehow got me alone, I thought she just wanted some action and that was it but no, she quite literally sucked the life out of me that day till I was on the verge of death, and to ‘avenge her brother’ whom I killed, she took my soul and turned me into a incubus. This was so many years ago and I’m stuck like this now. But, I was already fucking and killing people before that.” Your face was pale and his thumb grazed your cheek as you continued to listen.

“Now, I’ve been here. That little apartment you rent I cursed so many years ago. I’ve been the cause of them moving, transferring, the stories are true. The bruises on the thigh and legs. Yeah I did it. And here you came along, as Naïve to your surroundings as any other person on the streets and as sweet as ever.”

“So am I dying today?” You mumbled still not able to think properly and you felt so turned on at the wrong moment. We’re you really that sick in the head?

“That’s your choice. Tell me you want me again, moan my name like you did, tell me how you rubbed your cute little pussy to the thought of me fucking you.”

“I- I want you. But, I wanna go home. It shouldn’t have happen like this..” you wanted to tell him you hate him. You wanted to be scared and angry. And you were but you felt stuck you couldn’t move nor focus properly with the buzzing in your head and between your legs.

“You know too much now. Why would I let you leave? You’ll go back to your apartment and play with that little cunt all by yourself again and who knows, you might end up having so much energy drained that you just die..” he held you jaw tightly in his fingers and you were forced to look at him.

“Be a good girl and do as I say y/n.” He said sternly his tone only had you slightly more aroused.

“I-I can’t do this Haru. Please don’t” his grip was tighter and he just seemed annoyed with you.

“You will. And if you don’t there are unfortunate circumstances that follow.” He released your jaw and picked you up from the couch and while carrying you with one arm led you to his bedroom.

You landed on the neatly made bed and he straddled your hips and removed his sweater revealing a tattoo you had become familiar with because of news outlets and scars from fighting as well.

Was the gun in the waistband of his pants was the unfortunate circumstance you would meet if you denied him? You obviously wished this occurred under different conditions.

“Cmon princess, you didn’t hesitate to tell me how badly you wanted me before this. I know you want this just as bad. I can smell your arousal and how badly you want this.” His hand trailed between your breast and wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a squeeze.

“S-Sanzu I do but please I won’t tell tell Anyone I promise.”

“Why? What aren’t you telling me? Hm? Do I have to find out my own way?” He asked getting closer and his other hand was placed into the pillow next to your head.

“I…I haven’t done anything in a while. Ngh~ it hurts so bad but don’t do this.” You were conflicted.

“Aww, you really think I’d stop? You really think I would sit here and just stop cause you asked me to? I’ll take what I want when I want it. Let me ease that pain for ya doll.”

You couldn’t fight him off if you wanted to, he was the one with the gun, the ability, the strength.

You felt pressure on your clit causing you to moan and he smirked right in your face.

You did the unbelievable at that point and your attempt at fighting him back was useless so you’d just play things out for now. You tried to shake his grasp off and he knew exactly what you were doing.

“Move the wrong way and I’ll put a bullet in your head princess and you know I don’t wanna do that to ya so just be good.” He had taken the gun from his waistband and put the barrel on your lips making you whimper softly and shut your eyes.

“I wasn’t! I just want more.” You admit defeated.

“Don’t lie to me, I can sense everything. Fuck with me again like that and I won’t give you a warning.” He continued to rub your clit and you couldn’t see how he did it but you weren’t focused on that.

He pulled the gun back and cocked it back so he had a bullet in the chamber and his safety was definitely off. “What’s your fascination with my gun huh? You liked having your life on the line all so you could get off huh?” He lowered the barrel to your chin. “Now say please like a good girl and open your mouth.” He was so sick in the head and you are too for dripping all over his mattress.

“Please haru..d-” he put the barrel of his gun in your mouth and your clit throbbed at the same time. You moaned around it and couldnt stop yourself from gagging around it either as he pushed it deeper.

He released your throat and lifted your shirt up to finally see what you’d been hiding from him. “A virgin and you have these cute tits pierced? Not so innocent after all.” He ran his thumb over both and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and the need to cum was approaching quicker than you thought.

He took the gun out your mouth and placed it on the bedside table and observed how it dripped in your saliva and how you gasped for air.

He kissed you deeply and his tongue explored your mouth you gave in and kissed him back as you did before and tangled your fingers in his hair tugging him closer.

His hand that had already been caressing your nipples pinched one slightly which followed up with him disconnecting your lips, sucking and biting his way down from your neck to your breast and once he got to your nipples he swirled his tongue around one while massaging and pinching the other between his index finger and thumb.

He released your nipple with a loud pop moving to the other and using his other hand to pinch the other nipple.

“Fuck, sanzu s’ too m-”

“If you think this is too much you’re definitely not gonna be able to handle what’s next” he mumbled against your skin licking over the bruised skin of your breast.

You let out a moan when his teeth grazed your nipple and caught your piercing. He chuckled at the sound and moved downwards and let his tongue trail down your stomach and belly button.

Once he got to where he wanted your thighs were visibly wet even under the poor lighting from the open blinds. He also was able to see the small heart tatted on your inner thigh. He bit down on it causing you to gasp loudly with a moan almost as loud.

“So sensitive there huh baby?” He said with faux sympathy.

You just nodded your head and he clicked his tongue and pulled away. He stood and walked over to his closet pulling out a black leather belt off the hanger and shut the door before walking over.

“If you don’t speak then you’ll lose your breath little by little” he looped the smooth end of the belt under your neck and looped it through the buckle.

He pulled the belt and the metal was cold on your burning skin and he tugged it and cause it to tighten. You gasped and he smirked going back down your body,his free hand grazed down your thigh groping it below your knee so he could lift it onto his shoulder. “Now you do the other.” He gave you a warning tug. You placed your leg on his shoulder and he latched his mouth onto your panties and let out an inhuman growl against your Clothed cunt and a moan slipped out your lips that was way too loud for your liking.

His free hand grabbed the band of your underwear and ripped them straight off allowing the broken fabric to be thrown aside haphazardly.

He wasted no time to devour you and quite literally attempt to suck your soul out. His mouth sucked on your clit while his tongue worked on it as well. Your hands moved to his hair for leverage and you tugged on the pink strands and he smirked against your clit.

“Now tell me y/n l/n, who does this pussy belong to?” He kissed and licked while looking you in the eyes and his head rested against your thigh. He gave the belt a tug and your hands tightened in his hair as you looked back into his icy blue eyes.

“It’s yours haru, i-it belongs to you” you gasp softly when you feel him insert 2 fingers into you and a loud squelch was ringing in your ears.

Your tummy tightened when he curled his fingers and gave a harsh suck to your clit. “Haru I’m g-gonna cum.” You couldn’t focus on anything else and didn’t realize how you had already creamed all over his fingers and lips.

“What a good girl you are, go ‘head and cum for me.” He groaned and pushed his fingers in deeper and faster than you could register.

You came on his fingers and that didnt stop him from sucking on your clit till you had tears in your eyes.

“Please, please, please, ha-haru-” you couldn’t stop it but you came again but harder and you felt your legs shaking uncontrollably.

He ran his hand down your thigh and shushed your cries. “Poor thing. Want me to kiss it better?” His lips kissed your sensitive clit and your little whine made him smirk.

He made his way back up your body with the belt slowly wrapping around his knuckles and pulled you into an open mouth kiss.

You could taste yourself in his lips and tongue. It was intoxicating how he worked his lips and could already have you aching for much more.

He pulled away and tugged the belt making sure it was hard enough for you to gasp for air. When your lips parted with a mix of spit and your cum webbing them together he allowed a glob of spit to fall from his mouth which immediately you swallowed.

“Who told you to swallow?” He never thought he would say those words in his entire life.

His hand connected with your cheek and he kept it in place so he could rub his thumb along your bottom lip and slip it in your mouth.

“I’m just fucking with you.” He smirked at your fearful face as you suck his thumb.

He dropped the belt on your chest and removed his pants and briefs exposing how well endowed he was. “Don’t be scared princess I’ll go easy on you, I’m sure you never had anyone who made you cum like I will huh? A bunch of one pump chumps? Or just letting them use your body to get off then having to rub one out at home eh?”his hand curled around the belt and he gave a tug.

“Sometimes..I’ve only been with one person and i s-stoped after a while cause he couldn’t..make me.” You mumbled too embarrassed to speak up.

“Couldn’t make ya cum huh? What a shitty person. When I’m done with ya you’ll be begging me to stop baby.”with that he positioned himself between your legs and pushed his fat tip in And you tried your best to relax but it had been so painful you felt like you were being ripped apart.

“H-haru! It hurts, ple-” before you could finish he pushed in more and used his free hand to rub your clit. Once he bottomed out you swore you could feel him in your stomach and he smirked down at you. A thin layer of sweat covered your body and sanzu could feel the way you were clenching around his girth. “Aww, look at the way this cute little pussy tries to swallow me, never been this stretched out have ya?” he gave the Belt around your neck a tug just to feel you clench around him when he did so.

“N-no never have haru” you moan out for him. He took that as his sign to start pulling out and slamming his hips back into yours. He watched your eyes roll back slightly as you moaned with each thrust he gave you each one a bit harder than the last.

It felt like he was in your stomach at the moment with each thrust he gave you but he knew your body craved more, he would give it to you and so much more than you’re asking for.

“Squeezing me like a fuckin Vice, how bad have you wanted this huh?must’ve wanted it real bad my filthy little whore.” You didn’t have time to think before your legs were placed on his shoulders before He thrusted into you harder only making you whine cause of how hard he was he was hitting that special spot inside of you.

“B-bad, haru ‘s too deep” you mumbled and he tugged the make shift leash while his free hand grabbed hold of your face harshly squeezing your cheeks making you pout and squeeze his cock at the same time.

“Cmon sweetheart you can take it, just for me.” He stated faking his concern for your well being.

He let go of your face practically tossing it to the side, his hips slapped against you faster while his free hand was now holding your thigh in a bruising grip.

Surely you’ll have bruises on your thighs but the pain and pleasure were just driving you closer to that edge. “Cum for me baby”

You moaned and gasped for air when he pulled the belt around your throat and it sent you into an earth shattering orgasm causing you eyes to roll back and shut.

“Fuck, couldn’t warn me first huh?” He smirked down at you and gave your face a couple of not so light taps and your eyes fluttered back open. The Whole time he spoke his thrust never slowed and your walls held him in a vice. He grabbed the back of your thighs not caring for the belt around your neck either.

“Poor thing, he probably never made you cum more than once did he? Poor thing” his voice was full of faux sympathy.

He was right,too many accurate things fell from those sinful lips of his you couldn’t stop him though. The tears on your lash line said it all, his scarred lips only stretched further and he feels you squeeze him tighter and your thighs tense as he pushed your legs to Your chest tightly.

“Cmon cum for me again and make it messy or I’m gonna slap this little pussy and you can cum like that” his finger tips dug into the fat of your thighs painfully.

“H-haru, oh god p-ple-” he dropped your leg onto his shoulder which didn’t change the angle and he snatched the gun placing in your open mouth. “Watch it sweetheart, your god can’t save you now”

The timing was impeccable and you came releasing all over him, right as he pushed in and he gave a heavy thrust bottoming out and pushing deep into you,so deep you didn’t get the opportunity to break away from his grip while he came deep in your womb.

“Ah ah don’t you even think about running after you came from me putting my gun in your tight little throat” he growled and slowly pulled out to watch as your cum and his dripped out your hole.

“Creamed all over me like a bitch in heat” he let your legs fall onto his shoulders and could feel them trembling against his heated skin.

He curled his long fingers around the belt and slid it off proceeding to leaned forward to kiss the skin and leave several bites and marks along the skin avoiding the pulse on your neck where his teeth would drag feeling sharp and on the verge of piercing your skin.

“can’t wait to fuck you dumb and mark you as mine” such a vulgar comment made you burn inside and you only wanted more of him even with tears falling down your face. He smirked down at you before leaning forward and maintains eye contact as he bit down on your bottom lip and pulled it back and ran the tip of his tongue against the soft, swollen flesh.

You chased his lips for more but he knew that. He grabbed your throat and pushed you back into the pillow beneath your head connecting his lips to yours in a rough messy kiss that felt kinda sweet to you.

He suddenly pulled you back up and moved his other arm allowing your legs to drop and now you straddled his lap while He laid on his back with his pink hair Claire’s out on the pillow under him.

“Cmon, such a sweet little thing I know you can ride dick. Show me how you ride that pillow but use me instead.” His hands smoothed over your ass and he pulled them both away just to spank both asscheeks as hard as he could and dig his fingers into the skin breaking it a bit.

You let out a slight scream which sounded closer to a moan then anything. Your face was hidden in his collarbone now not wanting to look him in the eyes after That.

He smoothed his hands over the burning skin and your hands were glued on his pecs and he used his grip to raise your hips while he used his free hand to line himself up with your leaky hole and push your body down till you’re full of him.

Too deep,too much, your nails are digging into his chest slightly as you moan into his collarbone almost crying from the pleasure.

“Fuckin tight. You better start moving before I do it for ya doll, and I won’t be so nice either” you started grinding your hips down feeling just how much cum and slick was coming out and then the sounds that echoed in the room was just as embarrassing.

He groped your ass and lifted your hips to pull you off all the way and slam you down on him. You bit down on whatever skin was in front of your lips when you gasped.

You didn’t let go and he was only getting pleasure from the pain especially when you broke the skin “God damn it girl let go” he growled pulling your head back by your hair and smirking at the look on your face, the drool mixing with the blood staining your lips and on the side of your mouth, and the tears. Fuck those tears were driving him even madder than he already was.

“Ya know it’s not good for you to ingest incubus blood, you’re only gonna keep crawling back for more”

He used the grip he had with his other hand to bounce you on his slick cock and folding your head back with your hair to avoid anymore biting incidents.

“H-haru p-please n’ more” your thighs burned and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him with each thrust, it was too much and you couldn’t stop your self from wanting to cum so hard.

“No more? Aww baby let me take care of you like I said, I’ll give you what that shmuck didn’t” he gently placed his lips on yours and his grip on your hair turned into a hand in the back of your neck gently.

He used his other hand to keep his grip on your ass and thrusted into you from below as both yours and sanzus cum from previously dropped down his balls and splashed a bit onto his thighs as he fucked up into your creamy cunt.

He swallowed every moan and the gentle pressure of his lips was contradicted with his harsh pace he set for you. Pounding your pussy black and blue was a mission he was set on.

He released your neck allowing you to pull away for air and take in a gasp for air. He thrusted up quicker feeling your release coming closer and spanked your ass a few times feeling you clench around him with each hit.

“My dirty little bitch is a masochist. You really like it when I spank you huh?”

“P-please I’m g’nna-” he spanked you harder and used his grip to keep you in an iron grip to his chest and your hips up to fuck you.

“You’re what? Gonna cum baby? Go ahead I never said I was close”

He picked up the pace to an unbearable speed and this feeling was unfamiliar you but he didn’t stop even going as far as placing a hand on your cheek and holding your jaw lovingly but it was a hoax. He sank his teeth into the skin of your next where he knew you were most sensitive and he would put his own blood into your stream and mark you as his. You creamed and had some clear liquid spray out of you and drop down his balls and thighs but that didn’t stop him.

“So fucking good, a good little girl for me. Take it all baby” he let out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard and smirked at you while he did it.

Your body moved on its own bouncing back to meet his thrust and his hands gripped your waist and pushed you all the way down and he thrusted deep into you releasing all he had to give and stuffed you full.

You moaned softly at the feeling and your cunt clenched around him milking every last drop he had to offer.

“Shh, you’re okay”he couldn’t look you in the eyes cause his were practically glowing from how much of your energy and lust he just drained and replaced with his own blood. His hand massages your thighs,ass, ran up and down your back, he never did this much but he’d already fallen a little deep with you and would make this work.

“Tired?”

You just made a sound of agreement. I must’ve fucked her stupid and speechless

He did indeed.

You refused to move and he had to take you off of him and carry you butt ass naked to the bathroom and clean both of you. He laid you in his clean bedsheets that he changed while you were falling asleep in the bath, gave you a sweater to wear and waited for you to fall asleep before he started to erase any memories you had from him drugging you today and only allowing you to remember agreeing to this and the sex. Ankle the ‘No’s” and ‘please don’t’ were no longer memories.

He held you close and fell asleep with his chin on top of your head, his arm under your breast and smile on his face.

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You woke up to a dimly lit room with blackout curtains shut and you were stuck to a body and soft snoring was heard above you.

Reality hit you quick, you slept with Haru.

Your phone was on the charger next to you but you didn’t wanna disturb the man sleeping above you. How did this even happen you remember him taking you to his bed cause your head hurt and kissing. Your face burned as you remembered every detail of yesterday and decided to just accept it happened.

“H-haru I have work..” you whispered tapping his arm and it just tightened around you.

“I already called em and told em your apartment was broken into, you’re with me today babe” his morning voice went right to your core but you pushed that aside and relaxed into his touch again.

He smirked and his fingers lightly brushed the skin of your tummy and slipped under your panties causing you to gasp louder than intended.

“Haru-” you moaned running from his touch abut he wouldn’t let you.

“You weren’t ruining yesterday why now?” He craned his neck kissing up and down your neck leaving small dark marks along the skin as he sank 2 fingers into your soaked pussy.

“What a slut, you’re this wet in the morning? What would you do without me babe.” You couldn’t do much but moan in response.

Your body was on 1000 and you felt the aftermath of yesterday and before anything else could happen he pulled his fingers out and sucked one clean before pushing the other past your parted lips.

“Cmon let’s get breakfast first and save that for later doll face”

You nodded and he pulled his fingers away and once he in all his glory stood up you could see the bite mark and several other scratches on his chest from Yesterday.

He watched you whine from the pain and laughed but carried you bridal style to the bathroom where you notice several hickeys trailing downward and a heart shaped one on your neck.

“Real cute” you said sarcastically making him roll his eyes.

“I can only try” he said throwing you over his shoulder and you took a glance in the mirror and noticed the bruising on the backs of your thighs, on your ass, and nail marks on your ass as well.

“Alright I give it to you”you say with a smile and he gives your butt a playful smack and jiggles It before putting you down on the counter top.

“Ow! It hurts..”

“Oh I’m sorry I just give what you ask for Princess” he placing his big hands on your thighs and slots himself between them holding you close.

“I’ll give you a massage later” he looks into the mirror while holding your face to his chest feeling your arms around his waist.

He just never knew it’d be this easy to fuck you up and he was going to make you his for eternity.

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[stucksolangelo]

idk what happened in a server but something about your message really made me uncomfy and i realized why. this is going to hurt but someone once had to tell me almost the same thing and it helped after I came to terms with it and talked a lot to a therapist. 

If someone thinks u bullied someone and your first reaction is to tell ppl how bad your life is and how you’d never bully someone and it was so bad to be called a bully but not ask WHY PEOPLE THOUGHT YOU WERE BULLING SOMEONE IN THE FIRST PLACE that’s on u. It shows u care more about how u were hurt by an assumption than about other ppl and means someone else was being bullied and you were acting in a way where ppl thought it was you, but instead of asking why or how you could change or help or why ppl thought that, you played the victim

Im being nicer that the people were to me, but I know this will still hurt. if people think u could have been a bully and ur instinct is to talk about how hurt you are ONLY and why ur not a bully and not to ask or care about the ppl who were bullied that's a bad way of thinking that won't help u in the long run. i know cause I've been there  

And I know what’s going to happen now bc ive been there. Youre going to post this and trauma dump and play the victim. i hope im wrong and u listen.

trauma dumping is for therapy not strangers who dont consent, and talking about how bad ur life is (even when its the truth and is bad) and not asking urself WHY ppl thought u could have bullied ppl is scary and will drive ppl away.

ive lost a lot of people and been through hell more than once. trauma dumping and ignoring that ppl were hurt wont help, it will make things worse. been there and had to work super hard to stop and still struggle. my life sucking didn't give me the right to trauma dump and to play victim and ignore other ppl being hurt.

eat something yummy spend time with loved ones and do something that relaxes you then after think about this. or play victim even more and you'll eventually drive ppl away. its ur choice. i did that. i dont want u to as well. stepping back and writing ur actions down and really thinking before getting angry helps, bc automaticaly trauma dumping to strangers isn't ok and ignoring that ppl wouldnt have accused you (from your message thats what happened?) without having a reason will hurt you eventually

My intention was never to “play the victim” of this incident. The people who called me a bully were server lurkers who don’t know me and have never spoken to me ever.

My trauma dumping wasn’t intended to be a trauma dump, just an explanation as to why the feelings about this particular incident are coming up now as opposed to 2 weeks ago when it initially happened. I didn’t have time to process one thing before getting hit hard with another thing.

And I’m definitely not saying that you’re wrong. I get it, and I’ve been doing self reflection. I live by myself and most of my friends are online, I have a lot of time for self reflection. What I’ve realized through that is that I do usually put anyone and everyone before myself for other’s comfort and safety. I’ve realized I’m not a fucking shitty person, I’m actually a pretty damn nice person. I may not have a lot, but I am a kind person.

After being called that, I did apologize to the people affected by the situation for any hurt I may have caused. I have talked to people- friends in the server, my irl friend, and MY THERAPIST- about my feelings.

And believe me, you only see the things I post here. You have no idea what goes on in my head or what’s been going on in my head. I am 100% allowed to vent about my feelings and my hurt, but know that I spent what felt like ages analyzing everything I’ve ever said to anyone thinking “Why do they think I’m a bully?” and I spent days beating myself up because I genuinely thought I was a terrible person.

So I’m very sorry for making you uncomfortable and for playing the victim and for being a bully. But please don’t assume that just because I vented a little about my hurt, that I didn’t consider everything else in my own time.

[taylor]

loooong rambly post about my feelings, u can scroll past i've just gotta Vent

this is small but i unfollowed the guy i've been trying desperately to get over (on twitter only tho) and like, it's a small step but it's in the right direction (and also tbh if ur mutuals w someone on twitter and NEVER interact, and ur friends, it's kinda weird??? like NO interactions over the last 12 months, like what...)

idk, i'm not the kind of person that's just on call for this dude whenever he wants to get down and dirty, like i've gotta have more respect for myself than that.

and tbh, it's VERY telling when he'd interact with me in places others couldn't really see (DMs, discord, even tumblr) but on the more public places (twitter, sometimes instagram), it'd be diddly-squat except a like on an IG photo or something. it just hurts and kinda showed me he didn't want people in his real life (i.e. the girl i know he's had feelings for for a while) to see him interacting with me. (wonder why? - oh, i have a guess. probably because he liked that woman and didn't want her to see him talking to me since he's only romantically interested in her and not me...he basically told me as much 3 years ago when my DUMB FUCKING ASS told him i liked him....lololol)

i mean, i can't be mad at him that he doesn't like me back that way, i understand i can't fault someone who did in fact tell me in 2019 that he "didn't like me exactly like that" -- but i can put my foot down and not be accessible to him anymore in the FWB way we had. lmao

i'm just kinda rambling at this point and i certainly don't expect anyone to read this whole thing (or tbh any of it but i'm writing this mainly for me) but i've been carrying around the massive weight of this tormenting crush for almost FOUR fucking years, it's high time i put myself first. like there'd be times where he'd ignore me or not reply for months (which is fine, god knows i do that) but my issue came into play when he'd message me after his months-long hiatus like with the horniest shit ever. like okay you can't bother to wish me a fucking happy birthday (and i know he saw m like 50 stories bc he watched them immediately as i was posting them, so he knew it was my birthday lol), or reach out when you saw me about to be fired (again, i knew he saw the stories so this isn't me just reaching), or reach out when you saw i was in a depressive spiral (i don't need saving but it'd be nice to have someone check in on me SOMETIME...... BUT YOU CAN REACH OUT WHEN U WANT UR DICK WET???? that's the craziest part! he's got NO trouble triple or quadruple messaging me with his horny ass but can't be assed to wish me a happy birthday when he was basically viewing everything i posted that day starting pretty early. idk i just notice shit like that.

sorry sorry i just, i've realized i deserve more than this dude that i somehow convinced myself was "the one" due to how infatuated i'd become with him.

the person who loves me and that i love in return will inherently understand that i am NOT someone you can love quietly, i am not someone that you can just ignore until you're horny.

i'm choosing myself and i'm putting myself first and that started with me not replying to his last (pathetic) attempt to reach back out a few weeks ago (didn't even mention a late bday which tbh i'm not anal about birthday wishes on the ACTUAL day and usually a month after my bday is totally fine like i don't expect a day of, or anything - tho it'd be nice and he'd done it every year in the past besides this one) - and unfollowing him on twitter and removing him as my follower on there since he never liked or replied to anything i ever did (Which to me, and this is my personal opinion, was fucking WEIRD since he was active on there ALL the time).

it's still gonna take me a while to fully, truly get over him, but it's not fair to him to expect him to be someone he's not and clearly can't be - and it's not fair to me to keep pretending he's eventually going to change his ways. i hope he finds whatever the fuck it is he's looking for, but it's not with me.

it kinda feels good to have withdrawn from him. i doubt he'd put two and two together (i.e that his behavior and lack thereof was the reason i ended things) but maybe eventually later in life, he'll realize what a prize, what a catch, what a lover i could have been.

and by then? by then i'll be with someone who knows how to love me loudly and doesn't make me agonize over their actions.

(sidenote: he'd call me baby all the time, call me sexy, say shit like "Thank god for women, like thank god for you", and even tho I knew he was probably just saying shit, both of us knew i had at one point in time liked him - i never told him i still did and maybe he assumed as much...but like he'd be doing all this shit that made me doubt his original claim that he didn't have feelings for me. but now that it's been years and years i've realized he only wants me when it's convenient for him, and that doesn't work for me. it doesn't. i'm fucking done agonizing over whether or not he'd like my stuff or reply to me or whatever the fuck, like i'm just truly done at this point. if he wanted to, he would have, and it's as fucking simple as that)

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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[venusiangguk]

I would cry if you made a mini drabble or comment on how dilf Jk and OC are doing. Are they still together?

the art of wanting drabble: gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers / fwb / fluff

>>rating: PG

>>word count: 1.2k, drabble

>>warnings: not much, mentions of alcohol, implied smut, cutest baby ever

>>notes: just a lil update on the favorite not-so-couple couple and the apple of their eye, little nari <3

>>summary: nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet.

The blender was very fancy and had a lot of buttons, but alas, you made due and are now stepping out into the backyard, hands full of watermelon juice. Two with just a pinch of the rum you found in the built in wine cooler by the dishwasher, one with a spill proof lid.

It's your day off from the god forsaken grocery store, and the sun is beating hot outside, but the light breeze makes it bearable. The pool a little ways away gets more and more tempting as the heat sends waves to your bare arms and back. The bikini top you’re wearing basically useless as protection from the sun.

Good thing you’ve got a certain someone to sunscreen your back for you.

Jeongguk is shirtless, his sleeve on full display. His long hair is being held back by a baseball cap, and he’s got his gardening gloves on. You watch as he uses the back of his tattooed arm to wipe at some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He looks sunkissed and just edible.

You reign your thoughts in however when your eyes move next to him.

Little Nari is sat on a small blanket with a portable umbrella keeping her in a small patch of cool shade, her little toes dangling off the edge and digging into the small pile of soil that Jeongguk provided her to play in. He even put a few weeds and some of the flowers that were on their last few days of life into the mix. Nari digs one out with her pudgy little hands and squeals as she raises her hand for her dad to see.

Jeongguk, the ever doting father, takes in his baby and laughs when he sees that her overly large sun cap has fallen into her eyes. He adjusts it on her head, and you hear him give a playful gasp as you get closer.

“Oh so pretty, little flower,” he coos, “Is that for me?”

Nari snatches her hand away from him. “Nuuuuw, Da,” she shakes her head with so much force her whole little body jiggles, her round tummy on display in a tiny bikini of her own.

You smile to yourself and you take a seat with Nari on her blanket, stealing a bit of her shade. You hand Jeongguk his drink with a soft grin, and he smiles back at you, soft and sweet as he takes the glass.

“Oooh look what ___ brought for us,” he says, to Nari, “What do you say?”

Nari whips her head around to you like she didn’t notice you sit right next to her. She giggles, baby gurgles sounding in the backyard air. She claps her hands as she smiles at you her round doe-eyes squeezing shut in glee. That’s when she seems to remember the small blossom in her hand.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in a small ‘o’ before she extends the flower to you.

“Buuu?”

You bend down to her level, and she tucks the flower into your hair as best she can with her baby motor skills and then wacks at her dad’s knee.

Jeongguk glances over at you as you grab a nearby watering can and use it to clean Nari’s hands before handing her her juice. She suckles on the sippy straw until she absolutely has to stop, gasping and taking deep breaths before getting right back to her sweet treat.

Her dad glances between her and you trying to figure out why his daughter tried to get his attention. His face falls and he gives a playfully annoyed expression.

“You know,” he starts, “Maybe Daddy wants a flower every once in a while.”

Nari is unbothered as she fists her sippy cup in one hand and the other goes right back into the dirt.

You giggle as you sip your drink and then lean back some, resting on your free hand. “You have the prettiest flower all to yourself already,” you say, nodding in Nari’s direction.

Jeongguk’s face softens, and he goes from looking at you to his little baby. He laughs quietly as he pinches her tummy. She giggles and some watermelon juice dribbles down her chin, unable to swallow before getting attacked by her daddy’s tickles.

Her hiccuping babbles and baby giggles are contagious, and you can’t help but join along. Nari puts up with her dad’s pestering for a good amount of time before she screeches and holds up a tiny dirt covered hand, as if saying ‘stop’.

“Nuw, Da,” she babbles. She’s getting closer and closer to talking as the days pass, even in the short months that you’ve been coming around, she’s already made progress.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with laughter as he nods, a closed lipped smile holding in his own giggles. “Oh, okay, sorry,” he tells her, flicking his eyes to you before back to Nari, “Carry on, the weeds aren’t gonna pull themselves Miss Nari,” he gestures to her pile of dirt. Nari nods, a diligent little weed puller indeed.

“Hey,” you whisper after a few moments, the both of them back to work, “Gguk.”

He turns to you, a question on his face. You don’t respond right away, just smile at him and he gives in, leaning back and angling himself towards you. Nari sat between your bodies, in front of you.

He’s resting on his elbow, his upper half in the shade with you. He smiles up at you lazily. “What’s up?”

You glance at Nari making sure she’s distracted, and then you flip his cap so it’s backwards, before placing a small hand onto his hot, red face. You angle him towards you and it warms your heart at just how easily he goes with you and lets his eyes fall shut, already knowing what’s about to happen.

You kiss him softly, before deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away. He tastes sweet like watermelon, slightly salty from the sweat on his upper lip.

He hums, eyes still closed a soft smile still on his mouth. “What was that for?”

You pat his cheek and flip his hat back around. “Just because,” you say quietly. Then you wrinkle your nose. “You’re so sweaty.”

He nods, unashamed. “Working hard.”

You glance at the tempting pool. “Why don’t we ever go in there?”

He hums. “Nari doesn’t like the water, and I don’t do anything without her.”

A little idea forms in your head. “I bet if I go in, she’ll go in.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You nod. “I win, we… you know,” you raise your eyebrows at him. He blushes a little, but a ghost of a smile dances on his lips. “You win, we still… you know.”

He gives you a knowing look, plucks his gardening gloves off before he uses the arm he’s not leaning on to reach over and adjust the flower Nari put in your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you sure you can be quiet enough while we… you know?”

With an excited grin you nod and run to the outside pool shed to grab Nari’s floaties. That baby will be a little mermaid by the time the sun goes down.

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aha!! a little drabble to update you guys on dilf jk, since he do be living in our heads rent free. so to answer the q: they are together but not together together. i have a longer one shot in my brain that includes more plot and actual smut, but idk when i'll get around to writing it so hopefully this will hold u guys over till then !! sry for the blue balls, but just so u know jk had to cover oc's mouth and he might've scolded her while they were... you know... "I thought I told you to be quiet?" :o ok byee

also i hope u like it :) if u did, pls do all the things: like, reblog, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always i love hearing ur thoughts and talking to u :*