#like he hates having a mirror held up to him SO MUCH

[jbreenr]

𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Reader

Summary: Bucky tells you that you're no sweet dream but a hell of a night.

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), hate sex (?), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), size kink, fingering, mentions of an oral (m), cockwarming at the end. And I think that's it.

A/N: This is all self-indulgent because today's my birthday and it's my gift to myself because it took me ages to finish it and it's finally done so, yay! As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*. Let me know your guys' thoughts. I love that shit.

ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You let out as soon as Bucky slammed the door shut behind him.

“With me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He debated, taking his tie off and throwing it aside as if to breathe better. “You were supposed to take the target outside so I could interrogate him.”

“No, you wanted me to take him out so you could interrogate him. I was ordered to get the information without raising suspicion or causing a scene, which you did! This mission was supposed to be subtle.”

Getting rid of the hundreds of pins in your hair, you saw Bucky clenching his fists through the small mirror hanging on the wall. “Yeah, and your way of persuading him was so subtle.” He chuckled at his implication, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Leaving your hair fall to your shoulders, you turned to him. Hands in your hips and a challenging grimace on your face.

“I'm just wondering how you got him to tell you everything.”

Your guy was fool enough to believe you were only a girl looking for a good time. He took you to the VIP section of the club to have more privacy, and after some minutes of him talking about his wealth and how he'd have you coming back for more, it took him only a couple more drinks and for you to sit in his lap to tell you everything about the big assault he and his friends had planned to double their illicit fortunes.

But everything went to hell when Bucky “I Don't Like Being Left Out” Barnes stormed in, ready to kick the shit out of the guy because he thought you may have been in danger.

A dozen armed men followed him past the chain dividing the club and you had to fight your way out and to the security house you'd have to stay for three more days.

“You're not the charming one here, Barnes.” You kicked your shoes off, feet thanking the relief of not being trapped in those heels any longer. “I can be very persuasive.”

“Yeah, dressed up like that, you bet that's true.”

And he was not wrong. The vibrant red, strapless dress was held together by two shoe-like laced strings on the sides, the skirt was short enough to let little to the imagination and the pronounced cleavage made you question if it was going to keep everything in place once on.

“A man would do pretty much anything to have a beautiful woman.” From under the skirt, you took out your only unused knife and tossed it on top of the pile of bobby pins. “Which he thought I was.”

Your mocking comments only served to piss Bucky off even more. None of that would have happened, the mission wouldn't have been compromised if you had listened to him and did what he asked you to do.

“Then I should have left you there.” That granted him your full attention. Inquisitive eyes asking him to elaborate. “Let him deal with you to see if he could stand you for more than a night.”

Bile grew on your stomach and started raising up your throat, making it burn. But you wouldn't fall for his provocations, not that easy.

So you inhaled deeply and said, “Believe me, he was looking forward to it. Bet he's gonna dream of me for the rest of the week.”

You started to make your way to the small bathroom to clean yourself when his somber chuckle stopped you dry.

“What's so funny?” You turned to him, watching him shorten the distance with you until you were face to face again.

Bucky shook his head in amusement, a devilish spark on his eyes.

“You may look like a dream.” His lip was twitched upwards, a scowl of pure disgust all over his face as he eyed you up and down. “But you're a fucking nightmare.”

He was close enough for you to smell the bourbon he drank before you had to leave the club, to see the intense blue of his eyes trying to burn a hole in your skull, and you couldn't help but to wonder how his plump lips would feel between your teeth.

“That would explain why you're always wandering sleepless at night.” You tilted your head, as if you had just understood the mysteries of the universe. “Too afraid of your subconscious betraying you--”

His vibranium fingers dug in your chin as he stamped you against the nearest wall, lifting your face up so you could see his enraged expression.

“What are you saying?”

“That maybe, I not only make you scream out of fear in your dreams.” You forced your head to the front, taking advantage of Bucky's strength faltering. “But out of pleasure too.”

And he gave you the reason when, by talking a handful of your hair, he crashed his lips on yours roughly.

You reciprocated, not only to the kiss –sucking on Bucky's lip and letting your tongue fight his, but also by tugging at his hair too.

Grunts and moans filled the air with each movement of your heads, trying to drink more of each other, but refusing to let go of your grips.

The anger you had accumulated in your body was quickly replaced with the fire of lust. Pure and burning desire for Bucky to tear your dress in shreds and have his way with you.

“You really believe I dream of you?” He asked in between kisses, left hand leaving your chin to find your waist, keeping you in place as he pressed his semi hard member to your hip. “You think too highly of yourself.”

His lips made their way down your jaw and to the crook of your neck, where he sucked, surely leaving more than just one mark.

“I'm not the one having wet dreams with you, Barnes.” Your hand sneaked inside his trousers and past his boxers, easily finding his cock, which you started stroking slowly. “Tell me,” His lips had stopped their assault, heavy breaths hitting your skin with each movement of your hand. “Is this as good as you imagined?” Your thumb brushed his tip, smearing it with the pre cum he was already leaking. “Or am I just disappointing you here?” You squeezed only enough to have him coming back to reality.

With more force than you anticipated, Bucky freed himself of your torturous palming and pinned your hands above your head, restricting your attempts to keep teasing him.

“You're a pain in the ass.” He snarled on your lips, as if he wanted to make sure you'd swallow his words.

“Quite literally.” You mocked, benefiting from his grip on your wrists and jumping to lock your legs around his waist and dig your talons on his lower back. “What're you gonna do about it, huh?”

But the smirk adorning your features wouldn't last long; Bucky easily took the few steps needed to reach one of the beds and let you fall on top of it. The bouncing of your body on the mattress, wrinkling your dress just above your waist.

“You'll see what I'm going to do about it.” Bucky discarded both his button-up shirt and trousers as he stood dangerously close to the bed, letting you see the well formed tent in his boxers.

When he got rid of his last piece of clothing, revealing his full length, hard and ready and glorious, your mouth watered and your pussy throbbed. From that previous sneak peek, you knew he was big, but seeing him, his red tip, that vein you'd kill to run your tongue on… it was a whole other level.

Even if you wanted, you couldn't take your eyes away from his cock, imagining how it'd feel between your lips, its weight on your tongue and the bittersweet taste of him on your throat as you made him cum with only your mouth.

“Like what you see?” His ego was all over the roof when he asked.

“I've seen better.” You both knew that was a lie, but by the way Bucky clenched his jaw, you were sure he was not pleased with your answer.

You saw him climbing on the bed, but you didn't quite register what it meant until he hurriedly unlaced one side of the dress and opened it as if it was a book cover and you, the story to be read.

The dress was meant to work as a second skin, too tight that not even your soul would fit inside, which meant that the presence of your so-called panties as the only thing underneath it was well justified.

Bucky scoffed, dragging you to the edge of the bed by your talons. He ran a finger along your pussy over the silky material, making you gasp. “You may not have wet dreams,” He yanked the panties down your legs, fist closed around them as he directed them to his nose to inhale your scent. “But you sure as hell are soaked for me.”

Before you could think of a response, his hand was back between your legs, parting your lips and collecting your juices in his fingers as he teased your bud.

“Oh!” You let out when his thick finger entered you. The cold metal, warming against your walls as he pumped it in and out.

You closed your eyes, your own hands finding your nipples to play with them as you enjoyed the stimulation Bucky was giving to you.

“Gorgeous.” You heard him whisper before adding a second finger. He'd scissor and curl them, preparing you for the real thing.

Peeking one eye open, you saw Bucky's gaze fixated in your center and how your lips would swallow his digits with a soft wet sound.

Only when he felt your walls starting to flutter and your moans felt heavier did he let go, leaving you panting in need and desperation for a release.

He watched his fingers, all covered in your dampness and he debated between tasting you in them or making you lick them clean so you could give your mouth a good use.

Deciding that he'd have three days to do that and much more, he simply settled for taking his cock in hand to stroke it, lubricating it with your arousal.

That was it. The second he positioned between your legs and started running his tip all over your pussy until, eventually it pushed just past your entrance, you were sure he wouldn't fit.

“Fuck!” You whined, feeling him stretching you out more and more as he entered. “You're so fucking big.” The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

And Bucky didn't give you time to even regret saying them.

“But you can take it, can't you?” Watching you struggle to allow all of him in you, with your lips parted and the undeniable hurtful yet full of desire expression written all over your face, it was taking all of him not to bottom out in a single, fast thrust. “After all, you've had better.”

The little shit! You knew what he was doing. He wanted you to admit he was better than anyone else you had been with. But you wouldn't make it easy for him to get that confession, at least not that much easy.

“Way better.” You moaned.

But that was not the answer he was expecting again.

With a fluid movement, Bucky snapped his hips to the front, gaining a raw moan to erupt from your throat.

He wasted no time, owning a pace that had the bed squeaking, threatening to break at any moment from his forceful thrusts.

“Oh, God!” Your hands flew to his shoulders, trying to hold onto him for dear life as he kept pounding. Your nails, biting on his flesh and trying to scratch the metal with long stripes that would mirror the ones on his right shoulder blade.

Harsh breaths left Bucky's lips with each thrust, accompanying your every moan. His lips found a place in your jaw, and when his teeth grazed your skin and you clenched around him, he wouldn't forget that.

A series of kisses and stripes of his tongue on your throat had you almost seeing stars. The smell of sex and Bucky's body wash mixed was intoxicating, a combination that was destined to drive you crazy.

“Taking my cock so well.” He grunted, his hand finding a space between your bodies to apply just the right amount of pressure over your clit to have your hips jolting, searching his touch. “You feel so good around me, I don't think I'm letting you go.” He circled his fingers, repeatedly drawing an infinite symbol. “Imma be buried in this sweet pussy for the rest of our time here.” A particularly hard thrust followed his statement, your whine automatically letting him know that you agreed with his terms. “You'll be so full of my cock that you won't know how much time passes until we have to go.”

His words were pure torture. The pictures he painted in your brain, of him fucking you in every corner of the safe house, of you riding his cock until your body gave in, of him making you cum over and over only to have you begging for more right after…

There was nothing in the world that you wanted more than to make all those scenarios a reality.

“Ha!” You managed to hide a wail behind the sarcastic laugh. “I never took you for a romantic, Barnes.” Your hands roamed around his back, exploring his muscles and asking him to keep going. “You always like this with the ladies?”

“Only with the ones I wanna break in half.” He left a tender kiss on your shoulder, a contrasting gesture that felt just right.

And even though you understood the implications of Bucky's words, you said, “Then, what's stopping you?”

His smirk served as your only warning before he started hammering into you like a man possessed. The relentless rhythm with which he fucked you, reflected in both the slapping sounds of skin on skin and the delicious squelch your juices would create every time his cock made its way inside you.

With each slap of his hips, he was taking you closer to your orgasm. You could feel it in your bones, the rising need, the desperation to fall apart, the urge of taking him down with you.

“Let go now.” His fingers went side to side in your bundle of nerves, tightening the knot in your lower belly. “Show me you can follow instructions; cum for me.”

And the order sent you over the edge.

As your orgasm hit you, taking all the air out of your lungs and making you curl your toes, you felt Bucky twitching, still pounding into you, searching for his own release. And you were going to help him.

On purpose you clenched, squeezing Bucky hard, making him grunt as he faltered. A few more thrusts and he spilled, cock softening but still buried deep inside you.

He let his weight fall on you before rolling in the bed, taking you with him so you'd still be connected.

Both of you were panting. The sound of your heavy breathings and the cars passing by outside, filling the room.

Until you heard Bucky laughing.

“What?”

“Can't believe all it took was for me to call you a nightmare.” He caressed your back delicately. “Should have done that ages ago.”

To that, you sat up straight, straddling him and looking down at his confused eyes.

“You really wanna know how much of a nightmare I can be?” There was no malice in your voice, only a challenging tone that matched the slow way you started moving up and down Bucky's renewed hard member.

“Let's find out.” And as his hands guided your pace, you knew you wouldn't dream of anything else ever again.

[grippingbeskar]

watch you, watch me | frank castle

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (fingering, general sexual content, mirrors!!!) swearing, mentions of body checking/body insecurity

a/n: heyooo thanku to the anon who requested this!!! i tried not to focus on the body too much bc i wanted to keep it vague and thats not what this was about, but it became a bit self indulgent so i hope u still enjoy!! love yall

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“Do we really have to go tonight?” Franks voice comes from the tiny bathroom you both shared, echoing on the cracked tiles.

“He’s your friend. This is what friends do, Frank.” You roll your eyes, holding up the dress you chose in front of you in the mirror. David’s wife seemed way too excited to have people over for you to even consider turning her down, and a bit of normal might be exactly what you and Frank needed right now.

“Shit’s too tight.” You hear the slide of fabric, and you laugh at the thought of him fiddling with his tie. Neither of you really get a chance to dress up at all, your wardrobe for the last six months consisted of Franks old clothes and whatever you managed to pick up along the way, so when you eventually slide the fabric of the dress over your body, you gasp a little.

You haven’t really looked at yourself for a while, and definitely haven’t worn anything as tight as this dress. You can see all of your insecurities, all the little parts of you that those baggy shirts and jeans hide so well, and you hate it instantly.

Since when have your shoulders been that big? And your legs, why did they look like that? Jesus, maybe you should start working out with Frank more. A life on the run should keep you pretty fit, and it’s not like you couldn’t keep up with him, but since when had your body changed so much?

Maybe it was a good change? You couldn’t tell, all you could see was that you looked different, and anything different instantly made you feel uncomfortable. Just as Frank came through the door of the bathroom looking fine as ever in his suit, you were beginning to take the stupid dress off.

“Maybe you’re right. Let’s not go. Say i’m sick. Or dead.” Frank comes up behind you and stops your tug on the hem up your thighs.

As much as Frank wants to rip that dress off you right now, he caught a glimpse of how you looked, and damn if he wasn’t gonna admire that image. His hands smoothed down the sides of your legs, fingertips grazing the skin just below where the dress finished.

He could see everything and nothing at the same time, your hips coming out in soft curves, your ass fitting in his hands so perfect that he leaves them there, his thumbs rubbing small circles into you as your head falls back on his shoulder.

“Never gonna leave if you keep makin’ them sounds, gorgeous.” Frank kisses your temple as you sigh into his touch.

“Good.” You tilt your head to kiss him and Frank receives it, one arm wrapping around you and pressing your back into him. His other hand comes around to hold your face, and when he pulls away, you know he can tell somethings up.

“Why you lookin’ like that?” Frank could tell by the way you hid your face, the way your hands didn’t come over his at your stomach when he held you like this that something was off.

“I dunno. It’s dumb.” You go to kiss him but he holds your face.

“Tell me.”You just roll your eyes and he gives you a face, one you know too well. You aren’t going to win this battle, Franks stubborn ass will hold you here all night.

“This dress. I don’t like how it looks.”

“Why? Black is sexy.” Frank murmurs in your ear, and as much as it makes you clammy when he kisses just below there, you don’t take it to heart.

“It’s not the dress that I don’t like.” This catches his attention. Your face gets further away from his as the hold on your chin brings your gaze to the mirror in front of you. His other arm is still across your stomach, and you can feel every hard inch of him on your back at the pressure.

“What’s it then?” He looks at you through the reflection, letting his eyes wander up and down.

“I look… different.” His head tilts. Different? Shit, did you get a haircut he didn’t notice? Boob job? No. He definitely would have noticed. Spends too much time staring at you not to notice. He flicks his eyes all over your body trying to pick up something, anything, but all it’s doing is giving him a fucking boner as he looks at how every curve and soft line of your body is shining in this dress.

“Like… bad different.”

“Fuck are you talking about?” You flop your head back on his shoulder again and your eyes close, unable to look at the slight pained face he pulls when you talk down on yourself.

“I can just tell, and I know you can too. It’s impossible not to. I changed, since we met, like, physically.”

Franks on thin ice. He doesn’t get a lot of what your trying to tell him, but he knows one thing, and that is how fucking hot you were.

Seriously, he thought about it all the time, like some horny teenager. He nudges your head up with his nose, setting you straight up to look at yourself. He was going to show you.

Maybe you had changed. Hell, Frank had mapped out the lines and curves of your body enough to know how every part of you felt under him, but it was never the size or shape of things that really did it for him. What made his knees buckle, his hips bottom out when he was inside you was because it was you. Any part of you was perfect, and if something was smaller, or bigger, or rounder it only made you more appealing to him, and gave him new territory to conquer, to make his own.

“Eyes open.” Franks hands had begun searching you, touching you everywhere the fabric of the dress covered. One brushed over your chest, another dusted the hem along your thigh. Your eyes flutter open and when you see the look in his eye, you tremble. His lips were so close to your neck it drove you insane, but he stayed far enough away that he could still talk in your ear. “Want you to watch.”

“Frank, we’re gonna be lat-“

“Shh. Shh. Just watch.” You do as he says, staring at your reflection as one of his hands comes between your thighs, and you step out a little to allow him access. The hem of your dress comes up with the movement, nearly up to your stomach. His hands slide up your leg, brushing ever so closely to your heat, and he kisses your temple as you sigh again.

“I don’t wanna look.” You loved watching him, but the way he had your head angled you could only half see what he was doing, body obscured by your own, leaving your vision crowded with the unflattering dress. You turn and bury your face into his neck and he mumbles against your skin as he sets you back to look at him.

You roll your eyes when you find him staring back at you in the mirror. Even though you don’t particularly want to see yourself, you do want to see what he has in mind, so when his hand finds your underwear, you only moan his name and keep watching the reflection.

“Stubborn. Don’t wanna listen.” You try to grumble something to retort, but his hand slips under the fabric and he slips a finger inside of you, so it only comes out as a strangled cry.

His other arm is wrapped around you, tighter now, because he can feel your legs struggling to stay upright. He works you slowly, so slow you are afraid he might stop, and you can both feel and see the way he bites and sucks at your neck in the mirror, your own flushed face staring back at you.

“F-fuck, why do I-“

“Ah. No more talking.” You open your mouth but then feel his hand starting to move away, so you close it and just stare back at him, watching a small smile appear from behind your shoulder. “Mm. You gonna be a good girl and let me take care of you? Huh?”

You nod quickly and flick your eyes back to him and he kisses your shoulder before adding another finger inside of you, setting a slightly faster pace. All your muscles seize up and you can almost see yourself losing composure in the mirror, your eyes half shut and hands desperately grabbing behind you for any part of him.

“S’ perfect. How can’t you see that?” He says it softly, like he’s talking to himself, and it makes your entire body flood with heat. Frank is full of compliments, always telling you how pretty you look in something, or noticing if you do your hair a different way, it makes you feel wanted; but when you put that dress on all that confidence went out the window, and you hated how that disappointed him. You weren’t particularly insecure, but when someone as observant as Frank is constantly ripping your clothes off, you find it a little hard not to take notice when somethings different.

Clearly is hasn’t effected how Frank sees you, watching as he switches sides in the mirror to kiss your other shoulder, and you can feel his growing length in his pants against your now bare ass. He had slid the fabric up so the skin not covered by your g string was sitting flush against his suit pants, making sure you knew just how good he thought you looked.

“If t-this is what happens when I wear this dress, i’ll never t-take it off.” You manage and your eyes blink a couple times, as if trying to take stock of the sight in front of you.

Frank likes that idea. He would spend hours, days in front of this mirror proving to you how fucking perfect you are. How gorgeous. He didn’t give a shit if you looked different in any way, you were what he wanted, any day of the week. You were there when no one else was, when no one else gave a shit about him. When he was at his worst, the only thing that got him through was knowing it was you he could come home to. You never expected anything from him, only ever asking for what you knew he could give you, and that made him want to lay the world at your feet. So, if you needed to be reminded just how much he loved you, how indescribably perfect you were, he would do it every day.

He holds you tighter against him as he speeds up, circles following his thumb as he works your clit at the same time. The familiar feeling only Frank draws from you begins to spread up your stomach and face, and without thinking you turn your head into his neck.

“Fra-ank. Feels ah- feels so good.” He smiles into your skin and you feel the pressure of his head against yours.

“Don’t hide that beautiful face. I want you to watch yourself.” Butterflies erupt in your chest as you manage to pick your head up. You can see how your face is slightly screwed up, eyebrows together and mouth open a little, and it would be embarrassing if Frank wasn’t looking at you the way he was, in a way that makes you feel like the most attractive person on the planet. “There ya go. See how fuckin’ perfect you are? Can’t ever get that face out of my goddamn mind.”

“Sh-shit. I-“ Franks teeth scrape along your neck and you see a sly smile form as he cuts you off with his movement. You try desperately to keep your eyes open, wanting to see him as much as possible, and a small part of you also wanted to see you. Your back was arching against him, and the way he held you highlighted just how perfect the two of you fit together. Like you were made to stand with him.

“So good, pretty girl. Doin’ so well.” He praises and your eyes drift lower than your face, seeing how your legs shake slightly. There are muscles you haven’t seen before tightening under his manipulation, and suddenly you find your eyes aren’t averting them, but instead it makes you feel hotter, more desperate for him. You watch yourself, and you aren’t thinking about how bad the dress looks on you, but instead are enjoying how it bunches at your hips, and how Franks hands grab and pull at it trying to keep you in place. “You like seein’ what I see, huh?”

“Yeah. Fuck yes.” He curls his fingers at an angle that as you seeing stars, and the image in front of you fades. You feel him all over you, and he pulls you closer and closer to the edge with every slight movement. Your legs feel like jelly, you know you aren’t supporting any of your own weight right now. “God, i’m gonna cum, Frank. I’m -fuck.”

“Good girl. Know you can.” He leans you back slightly and your entire world shifts. Suddenly a new sensation is on your back as he sits down on the edge of the bed with you, and you take one final look. 

You see Frank staring directly at you, his mouth covered by your shoulder. You see your legs spread apart, his hand lost inside you, his giant frame looming behind your own as you sit on top of him. His eyes dart between your face and your legs, as if he cant decide which part he wants to watch, and as your release washes over you, the last thing you see is his gaze freezing on your face.

Your eyes close, or rather you squeeze them shut as warmth explodes all over you, your orgasm shutting every thought out but his hands and how good they made you feel. You can feel yourself shake in his grip and your thankful you don’t have to support your own weight, because you feel way too good to have to do anything but be in this moment.

“S’ perfect. Fucking hell.” Whispering in your ear his breath feels hotter against your neck, and he moved you through your high, holding you tightly against him, feeling the flexing of his strong muscles underneath you as he reacted to watching you.

You could feel yourself floating back to your body, and Franks hand slowly slipped out of you as you shook less and your breath started to slow.

“Frankie, shit you make me feel so good. We’re never going to get out the door.” He laughs and spins you around, capturing your lips with his own.

“As long as you keep wearin’ that dress.” He looks more serious now, eyebrows furrowing a little as he holds your face in one hand.

“You know, I think it’s growing on me.” You look over your shoulder, and you can see everything you hated about your reflection behind you, although you didn’t really hate it anymore. Your legs fit perfectly around him, holding you above him with the strong lines of your hips curving above him. His hand was on your ass, and for some reason you saw yourself and didn’t really hate anything. You kind of liked it.

“Lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream, baby. Seriously.” You turn back around to face him, and now you aren’t so busy staring at yourself, you take in the sight under you. The first few buttons on his suit shirt have come undone, and his hair is a bit out of place now that you had your hands running through it, but he looks so fit in his suit, you can’t help but run your hands over him, watching his eyes close under your touch.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Castle.” You smile as he shrugs off the jacket around his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He starts kissing along your neck, and the dress somehow slides up over your ass again.

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it tonight.” You sigh, letting your heap drop back as his kisses trail lower.

“Good.” You laugh as he flips you over on the bed, and you steal one last glance as yourself in the mirror, smiling at your reflection. You see Franks hand pulling at the fabric, your hair wildly hanging over your shoulders, and you can’t seem to remember what you were so upset about.

This is your new favourite dress.

[iwadori]

“i’ve always liked you in this colour y/n,” suna said, his breath directly on your shoulder blade, making you slightly shudder from the contact.

when you agreed to be a bridesmaid for your friend's wedding, you didn't know that the groomsman you’d be paired with was your recent ex, suna rintarou. but in your current predicament with one of his hands on your waist and the other slowly trying to pull up the zipper of your dress, you weren’t exactly hating the situation.

“look at us,” he said, his eyes making contact with yours in the mirror you were in front of, “we’d make a great couple,” he took a pause before he finished his sentence saying, “oh wait we were one.”

“can you just zip up the dress suna,” you said through gritted teeth.

“why the hostility y/n?” he questioned “you used to love when I helped get you in your clothes or for that matter, got you out of them.”

“suna,” you said with a tone that he could still instantly recognise, sensing your growing frustration with him.

“i’m kidding, im kidding,” he laughed, “you used to love my jokes.”

“yeah when we were dating now look at us,” you snap “can you just zip up the dress please.”

“ok then,” his smile dropped and his hand slowly moves from your waist and he silently continues to pull up your zipper.

the time it took him to finish zipping your dress felt never ending, and his eyes never left yours. you wanted to say something, but you didn’t know what. it’s hard to see suna, let alone talk to him but there were so many things left unsaid from when you broke up that it was awkward between you. however, you couldn’t help silently bask in the proximity of you both and the light presses his fingers made up your back as he pulled the zipper.

suna finished zipping your dress up and you silently thanked him before turning to leave the room, before a calloused hand touched your arm. “y/n before we go, can we talk,” he asked looking sincere, “for real this time.”

“we’ll be late for the wedding.”

“i think we have a few minute to spare,” he countered, you were reluctant to stay but knew you needed to, so you nodded for him to continue, “don’t you miss how we were?”

“really suna?”

“c’mon just answer the question,” he said, stepping closer to you with a small smile on his face, “because i miss you.”

“of course i miss you,” you said, your eyes averting his, “but i don't miss how we were.” it was the truth and he agreed with that, as much as you both loved your past relationship, there was a reason you ended it.

but suna wanted to change that, “can’t we try again?”

“you really think that would be a good idea?” you argue.

“i don’t know,” he said causing you to have some doubt, but he stepped closer to you know both of his hands worming around your waist, “but i do know that it would be a good idea for you to dance with me later tonight.” his suggestion made you chuckle and the slight teasing you were so used made you remember all the good times that you two had.

“well maybe we can start off being friends first,” you said seriously and he nodded. “anyways we have a wedding to get to,” you finished trailing out of the room with suna following behind you.

“so do i get that dance or not?” he calls behind you with a smile.

you weren’t rushing to get back together but you weren’t closed off to the idea, spending the rest of the night with a smile on your face as suna — your ex who still frustrated you from time to time — held you close as you moved on the dance floor, all night.

AN: first time posting in 8 months ahhhhhh and idk what I’m doing. Idk why I chose to write a drabble but um Suna exes to lovers so lovely.

[mikanotes]

— fever, fervor

tae-moo x gn!reader | 2.5k words

genre: childhood friends/exes to -> mutual pining

warnings: swearing, fainting, blood, reader is part of a big and well known company (reader is rich lol), kissing, implied suggestive themes (at the end!!!), injuries, sickness, jealousy

synopsis: kang taemoo was not someone you wanted to meet again. not after breaking up with him in high school. so you're surprised to bump into him again years later, and to get nursed back to health by the man.

author’s note: i like him! *looks behind him* but i do like his gf’s brother and his secretary even more /hj anyways i’m only two eps in for a business proposal so!!! ooc taemoo probably im trying my best thank u

You blew out air with puffed cheeks repeatedly as you jogged (limped) your way down the hotel. You had to meet someone at the restaurant there and you had to get there fast— Being almost a minute late (a minute early) to the appointed time.

You were supposed to meet the soon-to-be CEO of a company your company had a lot of ties with. And as the heir of your family’s company, you had duties. Such as meeting with people like these to make sure things would remain calm and safe and rich even when the previous boss would step down. You couldn’t risk losing profits due to a simple change in CEOs. Or so your parents said.

You really didn’t care. But punctuality was crucial and you were lacking it right now, really badly. You could blame the traffic on your way to the hotel, or your terribly painful, pounding headache from drinking too much with your best friend the day before or the injury you had got on your ankle while running down the stairs of your workplace a few days ago but it would just be embarrassing. No excuses, just be on time— That’s what you grew up with.

So you ran up the stairs to the restaurant, ankle slightly tilting every now and then in your fancy, so-clear-and-washed-that-they-could-serve-as-a-mirror dress shoes. You were careful, really. You didn’t want to risk worsening your injury or getting a new one, so of course you were careful!

So it was not your fault that some man and yourself bumped into eachother at the end of the stairs, almost making you fall backwards had it not been for his quick reflex to grab your wrist. Yet after pulling you back with a bit too much force and causing you to stumble forward and straight into a pillar due to his reflex to move away, he looked at you like you were the one at fault.

Your head pounded harder, now. Your nose was aching from the hit into the wall and your headache worsened. You felt like everything was spinning and your legs felt weak. You furrowed your eyebrows at the man who looked at you with what seemed like annoyance and huffed.

“Kang Taemoo?” you breathed out, brows furrowed in confusion, “Of all people?”

“That’s not what an apology sounds like.” he said.

Yup. Kang Taemoo for sure. With that attitude, it could only be him. Just the same as ten years ago.

“You made me drop my book.” he said, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You huffed a bit, having been running to your class, a little bit late.

“And you walked straight into me because you weren’t looking.” you retorted, scoffing, “Sorry.”

He held up the opened book with one hand. “The pages are creased. You owe me 10,000 won.”

Kang Taemoo was none other than your ex from high school. You broke off because you were both too busy, and with both your characters, ended up on a slightly petty note. You didn't hate each other, but that didn't hold back the sarcastic, annoyed remarks you'd send to each other each time your families' companies held meetings together. Much to their dismay.

You knew your families would've preferred if you got married, even.

You breathed out through your nose and took a deep breath, before nodding a bit hazily. “An apology, of course. I should be surprised you’re not asking me for thanks, but I’m not. I have no reason to…” your breaths grew heavy at each word that left your mouth, and the world darkened each time you took a second too long to blink it away. You huffed out air through puffed cheeks before swallowing thickly, “… Apologize… To you…”

You felt arms catch you before you felt yourself faint.

Now, of course you felt how dizzy everything was, how lightheaded you felt, how darkened your vision grew, how weak your limbs felt. But the panic couldn’t fully settle in when someone caught you before you could even touch the ground.

You blinked hazily. Then you furrowed your eyebrows. “Taemoo, why...”

He pursed his lips into a thin line and you seriously started to wonder what you had done to make him seem like you owed him an apology of sorts. Then your hand came up to your face, the back of it moving to cover your eyes from the blinding lights of the restaurant, when your thumb touched something wet on your upper lip.

You pulled you hand back and suddenly felt very conscious, jumping up from Taemoo’s hold and onto your knees. “Blood. Did I get a nosebleed?” you scoffed to yourself, but then regretted moving so fast, head lolling backwards a bit before you caught yourself on the nearest wall.

Behind you, Taemoo got up and dusted off in his clothes, before pulling at a part of his pristine white shirt and scowling. “Indeed. You owe me 80,000 won.”

You turned around, eyes half-lidded and expression astounded. “Excuse me?”

Only then did you catch sight of the red, unmistakable drop of blood on the man’s shirt. It seemed like he was avoiding contact with your face and his shirt, even. Did he dislike blood that much? You scoffed, a lazy smile on your lips. “I’ll get it washed. I’m not buying you a new shirt.”

He crossed his arms, expression displeased as he walked towards you. You could only look up at him, a bit helpless and still extremely dizzy. And with blood on your face. You blinked slowly, and then looked behind him. Your eyes widened and you pulled Taemoo closer by his legs.

"W-What are you doing?" he exclaimed, trying to step back. He looked over his shoulder and sighed in despair. "I don't know who or what you're trying to hide from, but people are going to get the... wrong idea if you stay like this— Just, get up."

You peeked behind him, watching the man you were supposed to meet walk over to the table you were supposed to be sitting at right now. You hissed and grimaced in annoyance, before leaning your forehead on Taemoo's knee and banging it on his knee. "Argh, seriously. Of all times... Of all times, he just... Oh, fuck."

You suddenly scrambled to get up, finally registering what he had just told you and profusely bowing your head. "Sorry. Sorry, seriously. Didn't think about that."

He sighed, waving in dismissal. "Let's go get a room."

"What?!" you yelled, before clearing your throat and lowering your voice, "What?"

Huh? What was he suggesting? This couldn't possibly be what you thought.

It was, in fact, not what you thought.

You sat on the counter of the hotel bedroom's bathroom as Taemoo carefully dabbed and rubbed on the blood on your face, seemingly very focused on his task. You, on the other hand, couldn't get your focus off how close his face would get every time he cleaned the blood off. He nodded to himself after a little while. "The blood from your nosebleed is gone, and I bandaged the area that looked injured on your face. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

You shook your head no, gently because either way you'd feel dizzy again. "No."

"Good."

He held his hand out for you and you instinctively took it, stepping down from the counter and trying not to put pressure on your injured ankle.

Again, why was he so much like when you were younger?

“You really couldn’t look up from your phone for a second?” he sighed, dabbing the disinfectant-filled cotton on your wounds. You winced and he shot you a glare, “Now you only have yourself to blame for running straight into that pole.”

“This isn’t nice.” you complained, sighing, “Stop being so mean, Taemoo.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he raised his eyebrows, eyes still trained on a cut on your cheekbone, “You’re getting rightfully scolded. Deal with it.”

You jutted out your bottom lip and Taemoo glanced down at it, before doing a double take and sighing. He put his hands on his hips and took a step back, looking at you with a look of disbelief, scoffing and shaking his head in disapproval. "You even got your lip injured. I can't believe this."

You touched it and winced, seeing the blood on the pad of your finger. The boy walked back closer to you and went to disinfect it, but you moved back, shaking your head no. He quirked an eyebrow.

"What? Scared of a little sting on your lip?"

"No." you scoffed, "Shut up."

He looked at you weirdly. Or well, not weirdly. But more so... Differently. You'd never seen him look at you, or anyone else, really, that way. You couldn't decipher what that look meant.

He put both his hands on the table of the storage room you two were currently in (after you insisting that if the nurse took care of you she'd scold you tons and it would be annoying, and instead going to the storage room and taking the spare first-aid-kit that was there, hidden by Taemoo himself after you got injured one too many times and refused to go see the nurse that you claimed was "just mean", so he could take care of you instead) and leaned forward. You couldn't exactly back away more than you already had, and you weren't sure if you wanted to. With his face this close to yours, you weren't sure if you didn't want to close the distance instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then prove it."

"Just--" you scoffed, looking away. He was really making it hard. "Shut up."

"Make me."

You looked him in the eye, and he smirked. Oh, now that was it.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, eyes shut tightly and fingers grasping at the table in fear of his reaction. But he kissed you back, tilting his head and smiling when you winced at the contact against your wound. He pulled back. "So I was right."

You scoffed. This bastard. He held out his hand for you to take and you did, stepping off the table.

Why did Kang Taemoo have to act the same way he used to? You exhaled and tried to focus as he walked you back to the room, before sitting you down on the bed. You hated how caring he was-- Taking care of your injuries, making sure you didn't get hurt any further. It reminded you too much of the times you were still together. It was infuriating.

"You okay?" he asked in the same monotonous voice he always used. You nodded and he heaved a sigh, "Don't think I'm doing this for you. I'm hiding, too."

"Hiding?" you repeated incredulously, "From?"

"Tell me first. Why were you hiding from that man? Were you on a date?"

You scoffed. "That doesn't concern you. We're not dating." anymore, you thought, "What about you?"

Taemoo crossed his arms and looked down, nodding a bit, before looking back up at you. "I was going on a blind date tonight." he said honestly. You didn't like the pang of jealousy you felt in your chest because you two weren't together anymore, and if you hadn't seen him right then, you would've probably spent more years not seeing each other and it would've been fine. But of course, he had to bump into your life again. And the problem with Kang Taemoo was that despite all your efforts, often successful, at dating other people after your break-up, he could always manage to ruin everything. He came back, with that irritating, cold, handsome face and character of his, and ruined everything.

"Then go. Why are you hiding?"

"I don't look presentable."

You looked up, and looked him up and down, before scoffing. "That's one drop of blood, Taemoo. Seriously. It's fine."

"And also, I had to take care of something important, and I'm sure whoever that girl I was supposed to meet is wouldn't have liked to see it on our very first date." he added on, walking closer to the edge of the bed, "There. I was honest. Now tell me; were you on a date?"

You looked away, tilting your head. "Depends. Would it get a rise out of you if I said yes? Or is there no point in lying about it?"

He scoffed, laughing in disbelief, before swiping his tongue over his lower lip.

"Why do you want to make me angry? You really haven't changed." he stated, smiling. You chuckled a bit.

"I could say the same."

His knee dropped on the mattress, right next to your legs, and he looked down at you. He still had his hands in his pockets, as casual as ever. You gulped a little and he smiled furthermore.

"Why?"

"You just." you stopped, looking away momentarily and shaking your head, before looking back at him, who was getting closer. "Still are arrogant. Hold on, my head, uh, is spinning."

"Lay down."

"What?"

He nodded towards the mattress. "You're on a bed. Lay down."

You froze, blinking at him. He sighed after a few seconds and gently pushed your shoulder so your back hit the mattress. He hovered over you and your eyes widened, but he only put his hand on your forehead. "Relax." he said, catching you off guard, "You look a second away from hyper-ventilating. I'm just checking your temperature. You didn't look too well even when you were walking up those stairs."

"And you care?"

He compared the temperature to the one on his own forehead. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, face unchanging. You stared at him as a slight crease formed between his eyebrows, and he compared your temperatures again. He had such a pretty face. You hated it. You couldn't stand him.

"I can't stand you." you said without thinking, and you knew your tone betrayed your words, sounding way too dazed and gentle. You could blame it on the dizzinness.

"Good thing you're laying down, then." he concluded, pushing himself back up. Your hand grabbed his shirt before you could really think about it and he stopped, arm stretched and palm pressed right next to you. He raised his eyebrows. "What is it?"

You swiped your thumb over your lip and held back a wince, before showing the blood to him.

"I don't mind a little sting on my lip." you said. He chuckled quietly, looking at it then at you.

"So? Want me to disinfect it?"

"Kiss me, Taemoo."

Maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to declare what you really felt if you weren't running a slight fever. But as it happened, this fever proved to be good. Because Taemoo kissed you, just as you asked, pressing his lips against yours softly and sweetly. And longer than the first time you shared a kiss.

And maybe your temperature was high, but you were certain it was the air around that was just hot when you sat up to unbutton his shirt and he pulled your jacket off your shoulders.

Your prior engagements and his date were long forgotten, needless to say.

[moved2usagiiboo]

                                                     Mine.

Syp; A complication of Tokyorev boys getting punished by their yandere!beloved.

Ft; Draken, Mitsuya, Takemichi, Ran

Warnings; Slut shaming, degrading, bondage, blindfold, foot job? (Don't ask.), knife play, blood play, vibrators, yandere!reader, use of mirror. Tell me if I missed anything❥ 18+ Minors, DNI. You will be blocked. Thank you <3

AN; This is my first time writing in a while, excuse the shit writing 🙄 ANYWAYS I've been sitting on this idea for a HOT minute 😩🤞Soft yandere shit <33

                                                                                              ❥𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

        Ken Ryuguji is a loyal man and he prides himself on this fact. Never once has he spared a glance at another beside you. He’s wholeheartedly in love with you, so much so that he doesn’t acknowledge when others so obviously throw themselves at him. He doesn’t notice the false high-pitched voices with the obnoxious giggles. The bimbo personality they adapt just to hear him speak more about those bikes he’s so passionate about. Ah— you can’t forget the most annoying thing they do, caress him. Hands run down his bare arm or tank top worn chest as they pretend to be interested enough to ask questions. The question arises; How does he not notice? Is it really because he’s in love with you? Or maybe he does notice, and he just loves the attention. “You’re such a slut, Draken.” You smile at the sight of your boyfriend. Hands bounded to the frame of your shared bed with a red blindfold over his eyes. His shiny black hair out of his standard low ponytail. Hands and gentle fingertips drag themselves down from your lover’s shoulders. Hands trailing down his chest, feeling his defined stomach under your and the steady breathing he has despite the vulnerable position he’s in. Your hands travel to his happy trail. You always feel this rush of adrenaline when you have him like this, tied down and completely at your mercy. “Flaunting your body around like that? Letting just anyone touch you?” His silence isn’t a sign of defiance, yet you take it as such. “Did you forget— you’re mine?” The pause in your sentence allowed you to reach Draken’s hardened cock, the continuation was followed by your supple hand gripping it. “Fuck.” His voice came as a deep groan that emitted from his throat as a response to your harshness against his cock. “Shut up.” Stern as your hand squeezed Draken’s cheeks together. Crawling on top of him, your hand never let go of its grip. Dripping entrance soaking the tip of his— your dick. Sliding him back and forth on your cunt you let out a pleasurable sigh before letting your tongue dart across your lips. “All mine, Kenny~ I’ll show you; no one can make you feel as good as me.”

                                                  ❥𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚.

        How many times did you have to tell him you hated his assistant? You hated the way she hovered beside him, following him like a fucking shadow. You hated the way she was so eager to please, like a damn puppy. Stupid bitch. Someone should teach her about touching things that don’t belong to her – but for now, your focus is all on him. “Princess, please.” The pet name that once triggered butterflies in your stomach repulses you. “I’m so fucking sick and tired of that bitch, Mitsuya. How many times have I told you?” Sitting on top of his back you glare down at him.  “Princess—” Your hand gripping the base of his hair shut him up quickly. “I asked you a question, how many times?” Face now on the side of his as you held his head back.  “I don’t know.” His reply is honest, that’s the one thing you love about him. His honesty.  A soft kiss on the corner of his lips is the last form of gentleness he will receive from you. “She’s trying to come between us, trying to ruin us. Don’t you see, Suya?” The tight grip you once held on to his hair is gone, the grip is now put to better use as you firmly held the handle of your knife. A beautiful knife Mitsuya bought you with his initials. The coldness of the blade drags down his skin, just the tip pressing into his back. Sharpness of the blade makes it easy to puncture skin with the right amount of pressure applied. Your hand is steady and skillful, it makes him question how many times have you used this and what for? His groans are so pretty as you pierce his skin with your blade— his dribbling blood is lovely. Bleeding just for you. Laying the knife flat on his back as you rest your other hand on his side, you give yourself the perfect angle to lick the dribbling blood. His head lays to the side and eyes staring back at you with pitiful gloss over them. A thin layer of water covers his eyes, threatening to leak down his cheek.  “We aren’t done yet, beloved.” You’ve only carved the first letter of your name afterall.

                                                   ❥𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢.

        Your boyfriend is the cutest. There’s no doubt about it. Why? Because, he’s so quick to please you, no matter what it is that you want. He’s so innocent and pure, you can’t help but want to exploit that. Exploit his feelings toward you and make him cry. Make him more dependent on you, more eager to please. Best way to do that is through punishments, although Takemichi hasn’t done anything wrong, not a single thing. He just looks so sexy when he cries and it’s so easy to push him to that point. “Y/n-kun…” He whines as he sits on his knees with them spread giving you complete visual access to his leaky situation. “Why are you turned on right now? You’re so weird, Michi.” You hummed. The softness of your thigh-high socks sends shivers up Takemitchi’s spine. Everywhere your foot touches feel like an electric shock, and it goes straight to his dick, causing it to twitch. Your foot walks its way up his bare leg until it reaches his most sensitive area. “Because! You keep touching me…” The raise in his voice even startled him. He’s so honest. The translucent fluids are already seeping down the underside of his tall cock, he’s making a mess of himself, and you’ve barely done anything yet. One of your covered feet makes its way up Takemitchi’s shirt, your head tilts in disappointment. “Hold it up—” His hand reaches to lift his shirt up before your voice stops him. “With your mouth… Good puppy.” A smile brushes your face as his teeth clamp onto the end of his shirt, holding it tight in his mouth. You can already see drooling soaking the fabric as you work his cock with your foot. “Perverted Michi.”

                                                  ❥𝐑𝐚𝐧.

                        One thing about the eldest Haitani, something everyone knows. He’s a flirt. Always has been, always will be. It’s not his fault, it’s his nature. When something is apart of someone’s nature, it’s hard to break the habit. Even if it’s wrong, but for Ran, he doesn’t consider flirting to be a bad thing. He doesn’t even consider it cheating. “I’m just being nice, dove. I only love you; you know this.” His sweet words that blind you from the blatant truth that it is cheating. No matter how many glares you send him or how many times you threaten to kill those around him, he just brushes you off. It’s not as if you can kill everyone who comes in contact with him – well, you could, but that wouldn’t stop the problem. Ran, he’s the problem, he’s the one who must be dealt with. And you will with two bullet vibrators taped to Ran’s adorable pink nubs. Full power vibration against his sensitive nipples, you love watching him bite his lip trying to deny himself the pleasure of moaning. “You’re a mess.” You whisper against the shell of his ear that is adorned with a light flush of pink. You watch through the body mirror that sat in front of the two of you, watching how he’d advert his eyes from his own reflection. You can imagine what he’s thinking; “How can I— Ran Haitani, be tied up and at her mercy?” Or something like that. You reach to grab the red lipstick that beside you. “This was the same lipstick she was wearing, right? The one you kept complimenting.” With an agape mouth you dragged the red lipstick across your lips before kissing up Ran’s chest. Leaving a trail of red lip marks all over him. Each kiss lit his skin aflame. Those damn vibrators have him feeling it more than usual. His brain is all warped, only focusing on the vibrations against his swollen nipples, he hasn’t processed just who that lipstick once belonged to. His voice comes out strained as he tries to break through the rope that tied him to the chair. “When this is over, I swear I’m gonna—” His words are overcome by a moan that has been begging to be let out. The moan that quieted his threats was forced out by a flick from your fingers with long acrylic nails. “You’re gonna what? Fuck me dumb? Throat fuck my mouth until I can’t speak, hm?” Your sharp eyes stare at Ran through the mirror, one moment to focus on his woeful eyes that held a weak glare, and the other to pan down to the outline of his bulge. “I just want the best for us, Ran. Don’t you want that?” Your words are like honey, nauseatingly sweet to his ears. You hum softly to the rhythm of the vibrating bullet as you swipe the drool that sneakily slips from his lips. “Our relationship comes first, until you learn that you’ll stay here.” Lifting his chin with your finger you expression confused him, your words filled with anger and sternness, but you were smiling. You’re dangerous.

[hennyjwrites]

Rio Getting Caught Cheating

The side of your face burned as you felt Rios stare in your tear dried cheek. He was waiting for you to say or do anything. Yell, scream, hit him, it would all be better than this silent treatment. You couldn’t bear to look at him after learning of what he did while you guys were on a break. The one thing he would promise to never do while you were together. He slept with another woman.

“Mama,” he tried, gently placing his hand on your thigh. He removed it when he felt the tremors. “I’m sorry, baby.” He told you, like that was supposed to just make it all better.

You scoffed and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Fuck you and your wack ass apology, Rio.” You called him Rio. Not Chris, baby, bae, just Rio. That made Rios chest tighten.

Rio bit his lip and looked forward. “We’re gonna talk when we get home.” He tried dismissing you. He knew it wasn’t the best move but that’s all he could say. He wanted to get his thoughts together while driving so he could at least try and find a logical reason for hurting you like this.

You looked at him, knowing he could see out of the corner of his eye as he started the car. “No, we’re gonna talk now because going home isn’t going to change the fact that you played me Rio.” Your voice cracked at the end of your sentence making his heart crack.

He pulled off down the street ignoring you but you weren’t going to let it go that easily. “Tell me, why’d you sleep with her Rio?” You questioned genuinely wanting to know. He didn’t answer again, because he couldn’t. He didn’t know why.

You tried again with another question. “How many times did you fuck her? Did you go to her as soon as I left your sorry ass?” You asked. Rio brought his hand to the radio, turning the music up louder to try and drown you out. You reached out and turned the system off and just stared at him, shocked by his behavior. He’s the one who got caught and now he wants to pretend he just doesn’t care?

“Just wait until we get home.” He gritted out, not ready for this. He didn’t expect this shit to blow back up in his face but it did.

You went from looking at him to the picture that he had on his rear view mirror. It was a picture of you and him at the park. Some random woman asked if you guys wanted your picture taken and you both agreed. It was such a beautiful day. You used to think everyday was beautiful with rio.

Tears shielded your vision as you sobbed out. “God, I hate you so fucking much, Christopher!” You cried, making him snap his head towards you. His heart broke in a million pieces as his eyes got wide at your outburst. You said you hated him. Wow. He drove slower to listen carefully to your cries.

“I have been there with you through it all Rio.”You started. “Who held you down while you were locked up? I did! Who helps you with your son when you can’t be there? I do. Who constantly has to look behind their back and make sure that not only them, but their family is safe wherever they go? I do Rio!” You screamed in his face. He couldn’t do anything as he was frozen with shock. “Not her but me. But yet, even through all of that you still managed to fuck me over. It was your fault we even had the break up. You just couldn’t leave her alone could you? Even after all the shit she did, you just kept running back? For fucks sake she shot the both of us and killed our baby and you still go and sleep with her. ” You cried, breathing heavily. You were so tired of coming in second place to a woman who hadn’t been there through any of the long nights and pain.

Rio slowed the car down as he approached a red light. He turned to look at your still sobbing form. “Baby, I’m sorry.” That’s all he could get out. How could he respond to that? How could he respond to the truth? His chill and cool demeanor was absolutely fine at this point. He knows he’s finally pushed you over the edge.

You got the energy to look at him in his face. You leaned forward and placed your lips on his gently but there was no spark anymore. There was to much hurt in the way. You wiped your eyes one final time before looking down at your wedding finger. It brought back one of the happiest memories in your life. You twisted it off your finger and threw it in the cup holder. Before rio could react and grab your arm, you already jumped out of the car. Before you took off walking you looked at him.

“I’ll be home to get my stuff.”

[lady-ashfade]

Regret and guilt, forgive or forget?Chapter one: The party.

Steve Harrington x Plus size Fem!reader

Next part.

Plot: You always been insecure about your weight, so when you go out places you get anxious. So when you agree to go to another party your boyfriend asked you to go to, you couldn’t stop feeling like everyone’s eyes were on you. Things get out of hand quickly and you find yourself heart broken at the end of the night, and the actions of your boyfriend leave him with the most guilt and regret. But before he could man up and apologize you leave town for the summer. When you come back will you forgive or forget, hopefully nothing changed your mind while you were away.

Notes: Man I’m sorry for the camp moment all I can think of is camp rock…Also this isn’t my finest work. And who you probably think it is at the end…It isn’t. Unless I change it. But I can’t wait to see what you guys think. And if I even make another part. Also if you want memes for this fic when you finish please look here.

Warnings: Angst, Asshole Steve Harrington, self hate, alcohol. Cringe and bad writing.

You looked at yourself in the small mirror of your boyfriends car, you had been stressed since you agreed to come to this stupid party.

You didn’t even like most people at school, they all looked at you like you were just some fat girl who they can make fun of. Constantly judging your weight and why your boyfriend would even go for you.

“Babe, you looks great. I swear that you will be the most beautiful girl at that party so stop worrying” Your boyfriend, Steve insisted.

Sighing you put the mirror up and looked at him. “Look I just want to be someone you can be proud to show off” You motioned down to your body in which you have no confidence in.

Steve took ahold of your hand and squeeze it with his. “Baby, you are worth so much so, I and everyone else is luck to even have you near us” he placed a kiss on your knuckles as he brought your hand up to his mouth.

You smiled sweetly at him and got yourself ready to go in. “Let’s get this over with” You pulled your hand away, you opened the car door and stepped out. The sound of music hit your ears immediately and sounds of teens, god this was going to be stressful.

Steve took ahold of your waist and walked into the house, who’s? You had no idea but you felt sorry see how trashed it looked.

“When did this party even start?” You questioned.

“A hour ago” he replied.

Steve looked around for the group. You started to look around at the sea of people and you definitely saw some of them sending glances at you. Causing you get more nervous.

“Steve. Y/n.” You heard the voice of your friend Robin shout and you both turned your head.

You saw her, Nancy and Jonathan over in the counter where a couch was. You smiled immediately as you saw Robin and she ran up to and gave you a side hug.

“Oh I’ve missed you” You giggle and hugged her back. She’s clearly been drinking but you didn’t care maybe that would also help you take the edge off.

Robin drags you over to the others are as Steve follows you both. You could feel the grip of Steve’s hand loosen as he let go but you being dragged by Robin didn’t notice.

Nancy held onto Jonathans hand as her face brighten up as soon as she saw the two of you. Jonathan didn’t give as big of a smile but it was made known he was glad you where here.

“Glad to see you made it” Her gaze went back between the two of you showing that she meant both of you. You smiled and grabbed Steve’s arm, maybe this party wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought.

This wasn’t the first party you’ve been to before since Steve liked to drag you along, and before that the same thing happened with your old friends.

You and Steve took a seat next to Nancy and Jonathan and that meant Steve being right next to Nancy as you sat at the end. Robin sat right beside you on the arm rest and started up conversation.

You laughed as robin got at least ten times more enthusiastic then she was before but it was great for entertainment.

It’s been about two hours since you guys had arrived and somehow everyone had gotten up except for you. Nancy was on the dance floor with Jonathan and it was sweet because it wasn’t like everyone else on the dance floor.

It was a slow dance.

Steve was in front of you and dancing with Robin and you couldn’t help but enjoy them being hyped together. At this point everyone smelled like alcohol since that’s all they have been drinking and you only had one or two cups.

The music was still as loud as it was when you had arrived but most of the people moved outside to do beer pong an other things. You felt bad because you didn’t have the confidence to do any of that.

Steve turned around from Robin and looked at you and that look was something you knew all to well. He was going to ask you for something.

“Dance with us” Shaking your head rapidly and waved him off. “I don’t think so” He groaned as he rolled his head back. “Why it’s a party, be like everyone else for a moment” he bent down with a cup of god know what in his hand and gave you a begging face.

You felt took a deep breath as your stomach dropped. Did Steve really have a problem you not dancing. I mean you couldn’t control your anxiety and how it made you feel.

“I don’t wanna dance” you heard him huff and before you could reacted he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. “No one’s going to care what you look like, it doesn’t matter that you’re over weight” Those words hit you like a ton of bricks.

Over weight.

I mean of course you knew that but it felt different coming out of his mouths, maybe it was the way he said it. Like he had a problem with it.

You pulled your wrist away from his grip and looked at him hurt but you had the right two. After the way he’s been acting you had every right to be pissed at him.

“I can’t believe you, Steve” He through his hands up in defeat but what he forgot was that he had a cup in his hand. So every bit of liquid in that cup fell into you causing you to gasp at the coldness.

His jaw drops in surprise and he could see his mistakes and starts to feel guilty. “Fuck, I’m sorry” He went to wipe some of the it off but you slapped his hands away and you could see everyone’s eyes on you.

“I got it myself” You glare at him before you walked away, he went to follow you but Robin pushed him back and have him a sympathetic look mixed with a warning.

“I’ll help her and you need to take a break and sober up” She pointed into his chest and walked away to find you. Steve blinked in utter disbelief of what just happened.

I mean it wasn’t really his fault you got butt hurt of him asking you to dance. He was just trying to have fun with his girlfriend but you wouldn’t let him.

Steve went to take a sip of his drink but when nothing came out he crushed the cup and threw it onto the floor. He turned around and walked to the kitchen and got himself another drink.

You had locked yourself in the bathroom, not caring that you makeup has now been ruined by your tears. Maybe you should have just danced with him, he would have been happy.

The knob of the bath room door shook and twisted rabidly as banging on the door began to start. You hoped it was Steve coming to get you.

“Y/n, it’s Robin” her voice came through the door over the music, knowing she was actually worried about you. “I’m here to help” You tried to wipe your tears and the black stains off your face.

Opening the door she stepped through and looked right at you and something about that made you break. As soon as you let out the slightest sob she moves towards you and wrapped into a hug.

She may be drunk but she wasn’t stupid and the look of you being hurt crushed her she didn’t want to see you this way. And she differently wanted to talk to Steve but he can wait.

You held onto her while crying into her shoulder and she just rubbed your back and comforted you. Robin was always there for you like you had been for her all her life.

As you cried with Robin in the bath room Steve poured himself another drink.

Steve took the bottle and started to fill up his new cup, spilling it everywhere in the process but he was to drink or messes up to care.

“Slow down, Steve you don’t look like you need anymore” Nancy’s voice came from behind him but he just put the cap on the bottle. “I’m fine” He turned around with his drink and looked at her, he noticed she was all alone and part of him hoped Jonathan wouldn’t come back.

“Where’s Jonathan?”

“Picking up Will, he’ll be back later”

The drunk boy nodded and looked all over Nancy’s face. He wonder if she felt something for him still because he couldn’t tell what he was feeling anymore.

He loved y/n. She was perfect and gave him every thing he could ever ask for but he still had Nancy on his mind. It wasn’t fare but a part of him wished y/n would find someone better. But at this moment every care went away.

“Can we talk?” He asked and Nancy just nodded wanted to help him with what ever he had going on. Which by the state of him seemed like a lot so they walked outside to the front where no one was.

After a few minutes of crying and then getting yourself back together, you and Robin started to talk about the situation.

“I just don’t know why he got like that, maybe it’s just the alcohol” you took a bunch of toilet paper and balled it up.

“Or maybe he actually is mad at me and then alcohol brought it out. And I don’t know why him calling me over weight hurt so bad” you ranted as you stuck the roll of paper in water.

Robin leaned on the sink thinking with her clouded mind. “Maybe he wanted to be a dick” Letting out a small laugh as you wiped off your makeup.

“Maybe he thinks I’m too fat” Robin turns to you quickly and narrowed her eyebrows at you. You know she hated when you used that word.

“You’re not fat”

“Come on Robin half of the clothes that everyone else’s wears can barley fit my leg. Then look at all the girls Steve’s dated and then back at me. I’m not his type” Robin threw her hands up onto her face.

“Who cares? He might be a asshole sometimes but he loves you. He has to because he never shuts up about you” Her words made you sigh.

“Maybe he just cares for me, you can love a person and not realize it’s platonic. Or he just wanted to be loved so badly after Nancy” Robin shook her head again.

“He’s not like that”

“I’m just trying to make sense of him lately it’s like he gets so far into his head he forgets to come out. And he hasn’t told me he loved me Robin, in two weeks” you raised your voice as Robin stopped.

“Then go find him”

“What?”

“If he’s drunk he’ll say what’s on his mind. Drunk people have no filter” That was either a very smart idea or a very dumb one. But you decided that it was all you could do at the moment.

It’s been about five minutes of looking around for Steve and no luck, you tried to find Nancy and Jonathan but had no luck either. He wouldn’t have left with out you, would he?

You walked out the front door to see if you could still spot his car hoping he didn’t leave already. You sighed in relief when you saw his car still parked on the side of the street but it soon fell when you saw what was in front of it.

Steve and Nancy walking one second and Steve leaning in to kiss her the next. Everything you had thought was true and it hurt more the words could speak.

It was always going to be her. She was skinny and pretty not to mention she was smart and has a bright future ahead of her. And what were you? Nothing compared to her.

Stomach dropped while you felt like you were going to throw up again as all the words Steve spoke to you once flooding back into your mind.

“I love you” As he ran his finger against your cheek.

“God, you’re beautiful” The first time he saw you in your prom dress.

“I can’t imagine a life without out” The first real words he said to you when the fight at the starcourt mall.

“Think of it as my love for you. So when ever we’re away from each other you can always have something as a reminder” He put the necklace around you’re neck while giving it some soft kisses.

You watched as Nancy pulled away immediately and Steve began to panic. Nancy started to scream something at him and as he started apologizing. Nancy was the first to see you walk towards them.

“Shit y/n I didn’t kiss him back” Her voice almost begging you to believe her and Steve’s face turned to and he knew in that moment he made the worse decision in his life.

“Listen y/n i-“ his words stop as soon as you reached him and he could see the pain in your eyes. They looked hurt and sad, but what he never seen before was the tent of anger.

You reached up to your neck and the chain around it, then pulling it hard for to break off. Once it was off you throw it down on the ground not taking your eyes away from his.

“Everything you ever said to me was a lie, but the I love you’s has to be the biggest loud of bullshit I’ve ever heard” His breath hitched as you stepped even closer to him.

“You will never and I mean never speak to me again. Love isn’t something you deserve” He couldn’t form the words to call after you when he should have. Because losing you was something he already regretted.

Since the party no one but Robin could get ahold of you, Nancy even tried but she figured that she was one of the people you want to see late right now. Steve only called once. And one time only.

Most of your time alone you spent crying, in front of the mirror wishing you were someone else. Anyone. Just not you. Seeing as thought you could never keep a boyfriend and it was already had enough to find one that would consider dating you.

You wished you looked different because maybe then you would be loved. You hated yourself every day when you woke up and looked at yourself but Steve was there to push it all away. Now he wasn’t and you stood alone.

But everyone one loved you, even the younger group did since you always protected them and gave them someone to talk to. Dustin was the most hurt out of the younger group though. He really miss you.

You had given him his first dance at school, babysat him when he was young, always took money out of your savings so he could play some stupid arcade game. You and Steve were like family.

But the only friend who know your plan and that was Robin. It’s been a week since you broke up with Steve and you’ve been miserable about it. Yes, he hurt you but you still loved him and loving someone isn’t as easy to forget as Steve made it seem.

But when your mom brought down your mail you realized a brochure from a summer camp. And not any other summer camp but it was one that your old friends had been dying for you to go to. Camp Symphony, a music camp.

And you started to wonder if getting away from this town for a while would do you some good and it might just get your mind off of Steve. It was a  major plus at your old friends went there so a little Reunion wouldn’t be to bad. 

“Do you know how stupid you are” The door swings open as her voice screamed, Robin had just arrived for work for the first time since the party and she was pissed.

Steve didn’t even looked at her and kept stocking the shelf’s of tapes. “You had a girl who loves you to death. I mean do you know how many people would kill for that”  Robin shouted at her friend.

“I know I missed up” His voice so low it was almost like a whisper.

“Oh you know huh? She’s broken, Steve. Broken. And if you think you just “Messed up” You clearly don’t understand the problem” A big band was heard as the cart full of tapes rolled away from Steve and into the front counter.

“You don’t think I know?” As he turned around she could see how affected he was, eyes red and face too but the dark circles under is eyes are hard to miss.

“I’m the one who made that choice that fucked everything up and it wasn’t my intention. I have to live with the guilt that I hurt her and I will never get a change to take it back. I know as soon as I kissed Nancy. I lost the one thing that was actually holding me together for nothing” He’s never sounded like this before so scared and angry. Robin felt sorry for him.

“I thought I might still have feelings for Nancy but I don’t. Nothing feels right without her. When I kissed Nancy all I saw was Y/n. So, yes. When I say I know I missed up, I know” Steve ran a hand through his hair as he finished. But Steve knew he deserved everything that he was feeling because it was his fault.

Robin never stop to think about how Steve was feeling, yes he made a mistake but he didn’t need to be this destroyed for it. Robin moved to Steve and hugged him. She couldn’t choose a side because she wanted both of them to be happy.

Then what felt like a hour turned into 8 hours of chatting.

Robin helped Steve talk through what he was going through at the time and how he should have made it better but it didn’t help that it was their most busiest day.

“Thank you come again” Steve waved goodbye at the older woman and as soon as she walked out of the store his head dropped low. But that was only a second of silence before it was broken.

“Okay, seriously where the hell is y/n. I’ve called her, I’ve knocked at their door and now she’s not here” Dustin came through the door as the bell rang. He was worried and upset about his friend.

“You want a honestly answer?”

“Please” dustin begged and watched as Steve sit up.

“We broke up this weekend because I kissed Nancy”

“You kissed Nancy? Are you stupid”

“Yeah I am”

Robin watched as the two get into a heated argument over what happened the night of the party.

“Why don’t you apologize” A fake gasped came out the orders boys mouth. “Don’t you think I thought of that” He said sarcastically. “From your passed actions doesn’t seem you think at all” dustin shot back.

Robin had enough of their bickering and slammed her hands on the counter causing the them to stop and play attention to her.

“He can’t apologize because y/n isn’t even here and Dustin though I’m half on your side give Steve a moment of peace” Steve’s face fell and worry and confusion flushed over him.

“Not here. Then where is she?”

The girl stepped out of the bus and onto the ground. The suns heat hit her skin as the she heard other people chatter loudly.

“Welcome to Camp Symphony” A girl with a camp t-shirt on handed girl hand her a paper with the map of the camps grounds.

The H/c girl smiled and said her thanks, she looked around at all the people getting of the buses and the forest around her.

She started heading towards the big wooden building that everyone was going to. It was beautiful out here, to the trees and the stone paths. She could see some flowers and buildings in the distance.

Once she was half way there a voice called out from behind her.

“Hey beautiful, miss me”

[calummss]

Pink | Thomas Shelby

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summary: you’re caught in a crossfire and make the ultimate decision to sacrifice yourself for thomas shelby; the man you can’t live without

pairing: thomas shelby x fem! reader

words: 1.5k

a/n: heavily inspired by my fav book couple (hence why i put a scene in. all credit goes to danielle lori), mila and ronan. the bitches that get it, get it, the bitches that don’t, don’t

‘Ada, wake up.’ Tommy burst through the door. ‘You and the baby get into the Bull Ring, where there's lots of people.’

‘What's going on?’ Ada’s heart sank when she saw Tommy’s expression, knowing something serious had happened.

‘We've been fucking betrayed. Someone let slip. Kimber's men are on their way here.’ His hand glided over the temple, pushing back the nervous sweat pearls that were about to be released. ‘All the Lees are on their way to Worcester. We're outnumbered.’

If there’s one thing Thomas Shelby hated it was disloyalty, not having the upper hand, and Scottish whisky. Only a few men remained in Birmingham whilst the rest of the Peaky boys and the Lees made their way to Worcester. Tommy was outnumbered. And as Billy and his pack of men grew closer, Tommy’s nerves almost collapsed.

Tommy gathered the only men in town which were himself, Arthur, John, Freddie, Charlie, Curly, Lovelock, Scutboat, Danny, and Jeremiah.

They were more than outnumbered, but Tommy made sure that Billy would be out-gunned.

Both parties approached each other. Guns held high in the air to make their enemy quake in fear; heavy, coordinated footsteps to feel the power pump through their legs; their families on their mind in case they didn’t get home in time for supper.

‘You were saying something about being out-gunned.’ Tommy threw his arms to his side, the rest taking the order to draw up their guns as multiple clicks echoed through the empty street.

Billy’s men responded by mirroring their actions. Heavy grips on their weapons, their fingers concealing the trigger, waiting for an order.

This whole event was unexpected, but was even more out of place was when your small, soft yet frightened voice erupted from behind the Small Heath men.

‘Tommy, what is happening?’ You carefully walked through the muddy ground.

Tommy felt like the plug that powered him, his mind, body, and soul, was being pulled out with a hefty tug. His head whipped back to see you and your pink dress he loved so much, walking towards him. His knees could’ve given in right then and there. The woman he loved so much, the very thing he would do anything for, the woman who was not supposed to be anywhere near his business and violence was walking into a deadly zone.

Anything pink reminded Thomas Shelby of you. Your innocence to his business he did everything to not get you involved in. The pink dress he slipped off your body to worship the skin underneath. The pink flower that sat upon your hair the day he arrived back in Small Heath after everything was destroyed, and the King sent him to his deathbed, but there you stood. A ray of sunshine that immediately warmed his cold, hardened heart, and made it a tiny bit more bearable. It was pink that grounded Tommy. Pink that kept an ever blooming flower in his heart. Pink, that was so much more than just a colour.

‘Everyone is gone.’ You continued towards him, not knowing the real reason. ‘It’s like one of those western movies and holy shit.’ Your voice grew quieter as your eyes fell upon the dozens of men that stood across from Tommy's eight.

Tommy pulled you behind him with a force that barely let you stand on your feet when you collided with his tensed back. His eyes filled with nothing but pure darkness stared into your face but got pulled away when another feminine voice appeared behind him.

Ada walked past Kimber’s men with Karl in his buggy. Black lace covering her face.

‘Have you lost your mind?’ Freddie’s face fell.

‘Shut up! Now, most of you were in France. So you all know what happens next. I've got brothers and a husband here but you've all got somebody waiting for you. Now, I'm wearing black in preparation. I want you to look at me. I want you all to look at me. Who'll be wearing black for you? Think about them. Think about them right now. And fight if you want to, but that baby ain't moving anywhere. And neither am I.’

Your grip tightened on Tommy’s coat, pulling yourself closer to him. This was real… Men were pointing guns at each other with the intent to kill and out of every possible event that could’ve rolled to your feet it had to be this one.

‘She's right, you know.’ Kimber’s annoying voice stung like piercing needles. ‘Why should all you men die? It should just be them who's caused it.’ And within a second he pointed the gun at Tommy.

Tommy grabbed you and cradled your head into his white shirt, his heart beating against your temple.

‘NO!’ You yelled.

You couldn’t lose Tommy. Tommy could continue his life without you. No more tiptoeing around you with his business and deals, no more chills running down his spine just at the thought of losing you. But you couldn’t live without him, as romantic as the cliché goes, but if Tommy died a part of your heart would break off and tip you over the edge of a cliff.

You shoved him away from your body just as the bang sounded.

Then everything went silent. It was cold, wet, quiet, and so very dark.

‘Y/n, wake up. Fuck.’

Tommy had nothing but commands aimed at you like arrows ever since you decided to pursue something more with him. But this request wasn’t a demand. It was a need. You had to wake up.

Thomas Shelby was a strong-willed man with an even stronger mind. He never showed emotions unless they were needed, or for you. No one outside of the Peaky Blinders knew of your existence and the connection you had to Thomas—because you were his weakness. The one thing he would end an entire war over. If you got as much as a single scratch on your porcelain-like-skin, nothing, not even his honour could save the person that made it happen.

‘Why the fuck would you do that, Y/n?’ He growled with a deep rasp. ’WHY?’

You could feel the shakiness of the car as you saw the scenery pass your eyes.

‘You’re not a god,’ you whispered, your throat tight as you struggled to get words past your adam’s apple. ‘I didn’t want you to take that bullet just so you could protect me again.’

He stared at you with a mixture of disbelief, anger, and something else you couldn’t quite make out. If you could roll your eyes at that present moment you would’ve.

‘You don’t get to sacrifice yourself for me.’ He clenched his teeth. ‘You don’t get to die for me.’ His nose flared in anger. ‘If anyone dies between us, it will be ME. Do you understand?’

You didn’t understand why you couldn’t, so you shook your head. Why was Tommy allowed to let you live but not him? Tommy had a purpose in this world and it just got started. Why on earth were you not allowed to die?

‘Then let me make it clear for you,’ he said, the darkness in his eyes fuming. ‘You would survive without me. You would move on.’ His tone roughened. ‘I can’t imagine a world where you and all your fucking pink doesn’t exist. So if you die, you’ll take me with you. Your sacrifice would mean nothing!’

Your chest tightened as a tear escaped your eye. It was still so cold, you could feel the trembles that had taken over your body.

‘I’m so cold, Tommy…’ Your eyes felt like they weighed a ton each, so you closed them, an instant wave of relief washing over your barely conscious mind.

‘No,’ Tommy growled, grabbing your face with both of his hands. ’Don’t fucking close your eyes.’

When the car came to a stop, Tommy along with someone else rushed you inside. A nurse came running towards you as Tommy lay you on a bed.

A surgeon came running down the hall, his face painted with exhaustion and a tint of fear as he stopped in front of Tommy and you. This man was definitely forced to run faster than a cheetah or otherwise they probably threatened to blow his brains out.

In the distance you could hear the familiar sound of Arthur. Stating people to make way.

When the surgeon tried to stop Tommy from entering the OR room, he pulled out his gun from beneath his coat and pointed it at the surgeon’s head and any staff that stood around you.

‘If she dies, you die too.’ He grit his teeth as the surgeon swallowed uncomfortably and signalled Tommy to stand outside in the waiting area. ‘If she as so much has a lowered heartbeat by one, I will make sure everyone in this fucking building burns to the ground.’

[strangerquinns]

Hi gorgeous! Can I get a Stiles or Dylan fic with prompts- Showing up at enemy's door; having to undress your love interest to be able to tend to their wounds, trying your best not to stare at their bare-chest and "because I love you!"

Sort of an exes to lovers fic?

LOVE YOUR WRITING SO FUCKING MUCH!! :)

prompts that hit all the right places

Stiles x Reader

friends to lovers to ex's to lovers

Break-ups are hard, but it's even worse when your ex still seems to always be around.

angst; warnings - mentions of blood and violence

kinda long :)

Never did you think that Stiles would be a person you'd come to hate.

Ok, maybe hate wasn't the right word to use.

But lately seeing the brunette made a hot rage fill your body.

Never did you think that Stiles would break your heart. But here you are nearly a month after the breakup still feeling the burn of losing him. You'd been friends with Stiles and Scott since you were all little kids. You always knew that through whatever that you were going to have them in your life. You were the three musketeers. Or at least that's what Stiles called you when he was seven and obsessed with the movie.

But now there was a divide and you could feel and you hated it.

Stiles was the one to call the end of it. After going through everything with the nogitsune and being possessed it had changed. You thought that everything was going to be normal - oh how naïve you were. It only took a week for Stiles to break up with you.

Scott being the amazing friend that he was tried to fix it.

"He broke up with me Scott! What don't you understand!" You cried into Scott's chest as he held you. Your body was shaking from the violent sobs that rocked your body. He thought for a moment he was able to physically hear your heart split in two.

"He's scared," Scott spoke softly, tightening his hold around you, "Just give him time, y/n."

You wanted to believe your best friend. But you no longer did.

"You should really go to the vet office and have Deaton look at that. Could need stitches." Lydia spoke as she stared down towards your blood-soaked t-shirt. The former white shirt made the wound look worse than it was. The dark red stained across your chest.

"I'll be fine, Lydia." You spoke, "I'm just gonna take a shower, bandage up and go to sleep."

"You got scratched by a werewolf...think that calls for medical attention."

"Lydia...go home."

You stared towards the redhead as she stood in your doorway. After a long and tense pause between the two of you, she caved and walked out of your bedroom. Yelling over her shoulder at how stupid you were being, but after the night you'd had, you just wanted sleep.

You winced as you reached to slowly pull your shirt over your head, dropping the ruined shirt into the hamper. When you walked over to the mirror that leaned against the wall, you got the first look at the three slices across your chest. Stepping a little closer you saw that they were in fact a little deep.

Maybe Lydia was right?

But before you could dwell on that thought anymore, the sound of the doorbell sounded from downstairs. Scott was the first person that came into your mind. You thought that Lydia had called him about what happened to you and he was coming to check on you. As the Alpha, Scott felt like it was his duty to protect and check-in with everyone in the pack.

Reaching over and grabbing your zip-up hoodie on the back of your chair, you slowly made your way towards the front door. Every step never lets you forget that pain that you were in. The knocking continued which only agitated you more than anything.

"I'm coming!" You screamed towards the closed door just as you made it towards the bottom of the stairs.

But they didn't care, they continued to knock.

As you opened the door a growl left from you, swinging the door open when more force than you wanted. That movement alone caused the cuts on your chest to open up again.

"What!" You screamed, eyes wide and wild, but soon a different feeling came over you. The anger that you were becoming all too familiar with lately. "Stiles?"

He rocked his weight from one foot to the other as he stood before you. Stiles snapped his head towards you at the sound of the door opening and your voice. His brown eyes were widened slightly before calming for a moment.

But as you watched him you thought you saw his body sag slightly as a large sigh passed his lips. Stiles reached a hand up to run through his hair slightly as he stood before you.

"Thank god," He whispered, mostly to himself.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, face still cast in confusion.

"I came to check on you. Scott wouldn't really tell me what was going on...but I knew something was wrong when Lydia called. Could nearly hear her screaming through the phone so I panicked..." Stiles stared towards you. You could feel the anxiousness rolling off him. "So I rushed over to make sure that you were ok."

There was a long pause before he spoke again.

"...So...a-are you...ok?"

"I'm fine," You answered with your voice a little more clipped than you intended. Stiles flinched back from your town and you tried to ignore it. But seeing the slightly hurt look in his brown eyes made your chest tighten.

But as Stiles' eyes slowly moved back to look towards you, you watched as his brows pulled together. Stiles whispered something to himself before stepping forward. You stumbled away from him for a moment - but you felt his hands grab at your biceps to stop you.

"Are you bleeding?" He asked as he pulled slightly on the collar of your sweatshirt.

"What?"

Your head turned down to look but couldn't see anything. Without thinking, Stiles reached for the zipper and quickly pulled it down. It all happened quickly without giving you time to react. As the zipper moved down the sweatshirt the bleeding gash that went right across your chest came into view. Stiles' eyes widened in shock before he took a step back.

"Jesus christ Stiles!" You screamed as you moved to cover yourself up.

Because in the process of the claws ripping into your skin, it tore away your bra. Meaning you were completely topless under the zip-up.

"You can't just fucking do that!" You screamed towards him.

"Are you crazy! You're openly bleeding, y/n!" Stiles screamed, his hand motioning towards the blood that'd dripped onto the floor where you once stood. "Why aren't you with Deaton right now?"

You clenched the shirt closed a little more, feeling the blood warm and drip onto your hands. "I don't need Deaton. They were scabbing over. I must've opened it again."

You hissed and moved your hand away as you pressed a little too much.

Stiles rolled his eyes and moved you quickly back up the stairs. You stumbled and tried to fight against him, but soon, it became pointless to fight against him. You took a seat on the end of your bed and Stiles walked into your bathroom, grabbing the large first aid kid you had. Once Scott turned to have this kid became something that was handy more than once.

You watched as Stiles rushed to grab your desk chair and move it in front of you. His hands shook as he looked through the kit.

"I can't fucking believe you right now," Stiles scolded

You rolled your eyes, "Why are you acting pissed right now?"

Stupid question.

"Why!? Why?" Stiles' eyes were darker as he looked towards you. For a moment flashes of Void came back into your mind. "You get hurt and don't let a single person help you! Come on, y/l/n, use your fucking head."

"Don't talk to me like that!" You snapped defensively.

Stiles scoffed and grabbed the bandages, along with a couple of cotton pads. He tipped the alcohol bottle over onto the pads before moving to you. "I'm going to need to get to the cuts."

"I'm topless under this,"

"Nothing I haven't seen before," He spoke and stared towards you. That statement made you glare towards him.

But after a few seconds, you let the hoodie fall open.

Deep down you knew there was no one else you trusted but Stiles.

Stiles sighed heavily and moved forward slightly before gently moving to clean around and along the cut. The more the two of you sat there the more intense the tension became. It was so thick it felt suffocating. It also wasn't helping to feel your ex's breath against your chest causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Your hands fisted on your laps as you felt your heart start to race.

"Still haven't answered me," Stiles spoke, clearing his throat, his eyes darting between you and the task before him, "Why didn't you tell anyone."

You shrugged your shoulders. "Because I didn't."

Stiles rolled his eyes before tossing the pads into the trash can. "You're lucky you don't need stitches."

You looked down and watched as Stiles, blatantly, stared at your chest.

A blush came over his cheeks as he looked up to see he'd been caught. He spoke a sorry before moving on again.

"Like you said...you'd seen it before." You spoke and hissed as he pressed the bandage down around the cut.

"Still...don't have a right anymore."

"Whose fault is that?" You snapped and glared towards him.

"Why are you like this?" Stiles asked, "I mean...we used to be friends and now you act like you hate me."

"You're seriously asking me that question" You spoke, Stiles only staring towards you as he waited for you to continue. "You broke up with me!"

"It was better we weren't together," Stiles spoke, dropping his gaze away from you, and cleaning up. You zipped your hoodie up, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

"Glad you still made that call for me, Stiles." You moved to stand, needing to be away from him. "Because I sure as hell don't think it was better for us. You ripped my heart out like it never meant anything to you."

"That's not true." Stiles snapped.

"Could've fucking fooled me, Stilinski. You were so cold that day. Walked away from me like I meant nothing to you. And you really thought I was going to be able to act like nothing happened? Go back to normal?"

"You just don't get it." Stiles shook his head as he looked down towards the floor. "You don't get it."

"Then tell me!" You moved to drop down in front of him, forcing him to look towards you. "Tell me and maybe I will. Because I don't understand why Stiles."

"Because I love you!" He shouted "Because I love you and couldn't live with the fact that I hurt you. That..."

Stiles choked back a sob and cupped his hand over his mouth. You sat back on your knees knowing exactly what he was talking about.

Void.

It seemed the entire time the nogitsune possessed Stiles, you were the one he liked to toy with the most. It started off slow with little taunts here and there.

But the night Stiles was referring to was bad. You could still feel his fingers wrapped around your throat sometimes. Hearing the maniacal laugh as your vision became more blurry. The pain and strife he needed to feed...you became the source. Void got off on knowing Stiles was screaming and begging for him to stop. Even though it was your boyfriend's hands that were hurting you.

"I still have nightmares about it..." Stiles looked towards you and you could see the tears before they fell down his cheeks. "And I...I couldn't pretend to be...ok with everything that happened."

"So you pushed me away." It wasn't a question.

Stiles nodded, "I still love you. I love you so much. And I know why you're mad at me...I'm mad at myself. I hate myself."

"You know I don't see that as you, Stiles. You know that? Please...you have to know that in my mind it wasn't you that hurt me. It was Void."

"It was my hands," He pulled his hands out between the two of you, they were shaking slightly. "My hands around your throat. My hands that were trying to kill you."

You quickly shook your head and grabbed his hands tightly, "No. We could've worked through this, Stiles."

He nodded his head and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"I wasn't thinking." He whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"It's ok" You moved and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Stiles moved to wrap his arms around your middle. His face buried into the crook of your neck and relaxed into you. "We're ok. We're ok, Stiles."

As you stayed there pressed against him, for the first time in weeks, you didn't feel anger anymore.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

I’m A Dad?: Steve Harrington

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 1.1k

Request: hellooo!! i saw that you also accept steve requests so can you make one where steve and the reader are in a relationship but steve just suddenly breaks up with them and like years later they both meet again and he sees the reader with a child, turns out when they broke up the reader was pregnant at that time and was about to tell him. thankyouu!! :)

It had been almost five years since you last saw Steve Harrington after he broke your heart and before you got to tell him the news that you were pregnant with his child. You were caught so off guard by him breaking up with you like that you didn't even bother telling him about you being pregnant figuring nothing would change. After he broke up with you, you moved out to California with your cousin where your daughter was born, and looked so much like her father who you told her about when she asked not wanting to keep secrets from her. Now almost five years later you two were returning to Hawkins so that you could take care of your mother who wasn't doing so well and you were so nervous about running into Steve.

"Mommy, will we get to see Aunt Robin?" Your daughter asked as your drove passed the 'Welcome To Hawkins' sign.

Yes, Robin knew of her and actually came out to California a lot over the years to meet her and to check on her. Robin was her favorite aunt, those two were never seen without each other whenever they were together.

"Yes, we will! And you can see where I grew up and where me and Robin went to school at." You said looking at her through the rearview mirror.

While you two made your way to your mom's house, Robin was beaming with excitement that you two were finally going to be back in the same town again. Steve was confused as to why she was so happy when he walked into the store for his shift after finishing up a day of college classes.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" He asked her.

"Oh, no reason." Robin said not wanting to have that conversation with him about you and your child as Steve raised his eyebrows not believing her.

It had been a few hours since you and your daughter got settled in at your mom's and your daughter was asking to go see Robin so you agreed once your mom said she be fine for a little bit while you two went out.

Steve felt his breath hitch when he saw you climb out of the car, you were still as beautiful as he remembers and then he watched as you opened the backdoor of his car and saw a little girl get out who was an exact copy of you. He hated himself every day for breaking up with you all because he got scared that he was falling in love with you, so it didn't surprise him when you left and started a life.

"Hi..Hi Steve." You said walking into the store.

"Hey." He said awkwardly as Robin came running over and scooping her niece up and taking her somewhere else in the store.

"How have you been? You look good." You said breaking the ice as you prayed your daughter wouldn't notice him.

"Thank you, I've been good. But how have you been?  I see you have a daughter now, whose is the lucky guy?" He asked making you shift nervously.

"Daddy!" Your daughter yelled running over to him as Robin chased after her apologizing.

"Daddy?!" He asked confused looking at you and then Robin who both wore the same expression telling him everything as the little girl held on to his leg.

"Yeah, it's me, angel. You look just like your mother and my look at big you've gotten." He said bending down and hugging her as you and Robin shared a confused look.

After a few minutes, your daughter let him go, and you asked Steve if you guys could talk outside away from the customers. You two walked over to your car and took a seat on top of it as you prepared yourself for the worst.

"She's mine?" He asked you.

"Yes, she is. I wanted to tell you but the day I was planning on doing it, you broke up with so I figured there was no point in doing so." You said.

"No point? That's my kid, I've missed what almost five years with her?" He said angrily as you winced at his tone.

"Steve you had just broken up with me for a reason I still don't understand! What was I supposed to do? Go hey by the way I'm carrying your child?" You said as the tears started leaking down your face.

"I broke up with you because I was afraid you would've broken my heart the same way Nancy did and I regretted it every day for the past five years! But now I really regret it because I missed out on my kid's life." He said shocking you.

"Steve I loved you and was excited and scared to tell you, that's why I told her about you because even though you hurt me, she deserved to know you. Look why don't you come by my mom's place tomorrow? I have baby pictures and some other things that I set aside for you and you can spend the day with her getting to know her." You said.

"Really?" He asked you as you nodded.

"Yes and don't be mad at Robin I asked her to keep this from you, I wanted to tell you on my terms." You said climbing off of your car so that you were standing in front of him.

The next day Steve came over for lunch which was just everything to your daughter who spent most of the day talking and playing with her dad and while she was done for her nap, you grabbed the photo box with all her stuff in it and brought it to the living room.

"This is everything from the past five years that I kept for you. You can look through it and I'll be in my room if you have any questions." You said as he nodded.

Steve sat there on the couch looking through all his daughter's stuff, softly crying at how much he missed out on until he came across a letter that you wrote explaining your reasoning behind it and that you still loved him even if he broke your heart. He set it to the side so he could ask you about it as he finished looking through the box.

"Did you mean it when you said you still love me?" He asked leaning against your doorway.

"Of course Steve, you may have broken my heart but that doesn't mean I stopped loving you even to this day." You said.

"Do you think there is any way we can start fresh? That way I can get to know you again and have a role in my daughter's life? " He asked you taking a seat on your bed.

"I would love that and I know she would to." You said giving his hand a squeeze.

[abernthyss]

BETTER OFF PT 3

Anthony Bridgerton x reader (enemies to lovers)

A/n: Part 3 !! I tried to make this one extra long. Things are really going to get going after this part. I’m also going to start on a one shot Kate Sharma x fem!reader thing. Enjoy this chapter!! :)

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton married you out of convenience and duty, hoping to suppress your outward personality over time. His efforts are in vain and getting worse as he begins feeling something more for you. Perhaps you are begging to feel it as well.

Word count: 11,226

Warnings: heat induced faint at the end,, nothing other than that

His mind was plagued with thoughts of her. His wife, who he’d deemed fit in every way, would not leave his thoughts. Anthony had secretly appreciated her sharp tongue and quick wit when he courted her. If she hated him there would be no chance of love, god forbid, ever blossoming. Yet today, he sits in his office, papers, and documents sprawled on his desk in front of him, thinking of her. This work was meant to distract him from thinking about the situation in the hall with his wife. He did not love her, yes, but did she truly think him so cold as to not care if she cried? Anthony was a Viscount and as insufferable as she was, he would make sure his wife was cared for. Physically and emotionally, though the latter would rarely come from him.

His mind would wander each time he snapped himself out of thought to do work. It kept him busy and away from her. Anthony knew his wife well enough to know that his presence made her blood boil. Staying away was most practical.

The modiste.

That is where she said she was going. With his sisters. New dresses for the races tomorrow. You had an acute sense of fashion that he secretly enjoyed at times. He could not place why you looked so ravishing in a light green or so very attractive in blue. Having never been to the modiste, the setting in Anthony’s mind was far off from the truth. You stood on a pedestal in some awful shade of yellow before Madame Delacroix shook her head to bring out a light blue that matched you just fine. Yes, you were a beautiful thing. Though you weren’t the best fuck compared to Sienna. He felt things with her and with you it was all transactional. A means to an end, one might dramatically say. That was why he deduced these odd feelings as nothing more than a slight care for you. He did not love you.

“But you can’t get blue, Eloise always wears blue!” Hyacinth protested from her seat. You looked at your reflection in the mirror. The cool blue dress Delecroix had strung up on you was beautiful indeed. You watched carefully as it swayed with your movements. “I quite like it,” Eloise quipped, looking smug with herself. She then looked to her younger sister. “If she’s not to wear blue, then she should wear men's attire. Throw everyone in a tizzy over it.”

“Eloise!” You laughed, beckoning the modest over for a different color. “I couldn’t possibly. Though, your brother would be enraged.” You had more to say but held back as to not insult your husband in front of little hyacinth. “Anthony is always enraged about something. Constantly so, nothing ever goes the way he wants it. It must be so frustrating as a man.”

“He works too much.” Hyacinth chipped in, half a mind to end the topic of conversation due to the excitement of her new dress. “I want mine to be pink.” Both you and Eloise giggled. “Pink you shall have, Hyacinth.”

Dinner came by faster than you expected. You were surprised by your husband when he made a point to sit across from you (as husband and wife should). He ate as quickly as you did, and you found it rubbing you the wrong way. “Y/N picked my dress, Mama!” Violet beamed at her youngest. “Did she?” Hyacinth nodded, barely able to sit still in her chair. “It is pink. She says I will be the best dressed at the races.” Violets eyes glanced at you for a split second before darting to Anthony as if to scold him. “I have no doubt that you will be, dearest.” Eloise brought up a book she was reading after that. The two of you debated on the over theme and message. The rest of the table fell quiet while watching your playful argument. Anthony had never seen you so passionate before. He’d find books left open on the bed beside you when he finally left his office to sleep. He knew you read but not to this extent. You looked vibrant. Ferocious. The conversation died down after Violet suggested a change of topic for everyone to enjoy. Just as it came, Dinner was over just as quickly. Today was a long one, perhaps you would feel better after a bit of writing and light reading. You made your way to the bedroom as you normally would, closing the door behind you and undressing. You called for a bath to be drawn and you waited in your underdressing, covered in a robe as the maids prepared it. On the side of the best was a nightstand with only one cabinet. That is where you kept it, your notebook filled now with depressing scripture. A small bottle of ink sat in the cabinet as well, accompanied by a quill. The words poured out of you. Your father's urging, your husband's feigned concern, the desire to simply stay home. To spend just one day by yourself. Your doubts, even now, of being the Viscountess. You wrote it all, left the object turned cover side up as you slipped into the bathroom.

You hadn’t heard the door open, Anthony coming through the doors. As you soaked and scrubbed the dirt of the day away he was in no way surprised to find a book sitting on the bed. Your curious husband picked it up, wanting to read a few lines from what had to be your favorite book at the moment. Instead, he found your handwriting, pages of it. He flipped to the front finding poems and stories filled with happiness and romance. Then came the period of his courting of you. Pressure and guilt. Fear and regret turning into sadness and acceptance. There was your latest entry. The date marked the present one and something inside him broke. Was he the cause of such strong emotions?

You left the bathroom feeling refreshed and more than ready to curl up into a good book. Your eyes were closed when you came out, humming a sweet tune. You vocalized as you found your seat at your vanity, letting your hair fall gently at your shoulders. You could sing? How had he not noticed these things about you before? “Wife..” He choked out, clutching your closed notebook. You jolted know your chair when you saw his reflection in the mirror. You hadn’t even put on your nightgown. “What are you doing here?” You chastised, quickly moving to dress yourself but freezing in pace when you noticed your notebook was not where you left it but in the hands of your husband. You all but marched over to him and snatched it back, holding on for dear life. You would not dignify your haste with an explanation. “I will ask again, what-“

“I’ve come to sleep with my wife, spend the rest of the evening with her.” Your face contorted. “Why?” Your tone dripped with genuine shock and confusion. “We are married are we not? It is not unusual for married couples to sleep together.” Finally, you made your way to the changing board after placing your notebook back into its original place, shutting the cabinet a bit harder than was necessary, and slipped into your nightgown. Your eyes watched him suspiciously as he began to undress. You’d never noticed his body before. Sure, you had seen it when performing the marital act but you never paid true attention. He wasn’t going to extend you the same courtesy. As you looked now, you noticed his muscular arms and broad shoulders. You imagined what it would be like to have him hold you as if you were the only solid thing in the world. Reluctantly you tore your thoughts from him and went in search of the most recent book you were reading.

“Are you looking for this?” Anthony’s voice rang as if he was your knight in shining armor. Your eyes could not help but wander to his perfectly sculpted chest and your mind followed after, wondering what it might feel like to have his body pressed against yours. “Yes.” You breathe out, having no energy to have an attitude. He slides the book into your hands and your fingers graze his own. A spark flows through you. “I do care,” Anthony speaks up as you climb into bed. “I want— I need you to know that I care for you.” His eye bore into yours and you could not help but let his gaze lock you in place as he took your hand. “I realize that this marriage is not what you wanted or even expected, but you cannot go on thinking I dislike you, Y/N.”

“My Lord, I- I do not—“

“Please, you can call me Anthony. You are my wife.”

The races the next day were more exciting than you anticipated. It was swelteringly hot and you constantly fanned yourself in hopes of keeping yourself cool. This did not go unnoticed by Anthony. “Are you alright?” He cooed, taking your free hand gently. “It is unbearably hot. I find myself not being able to keep cool.” You admitted and he nodded. “Shall I fetch you a glass of lemonade?” You nodded a bit too quickly, a smile tugging at your lips. A genuine one. You could not help but feel as though your husband had finally built a bridge between the two of you. It was as Benedict said, you were well on your way to becoming friends.

“Thank goodness I am not the only one,” Eloise panted. She had been fanning herself too. “I do not see why we must wear these dresses!” The heat was obviously getting to her as much as it was you. “I feel as if I will melt in this heat.” Eloise wined, her fan doing little to help her. “Anthony has gone to get lemonade. Perhaps you would like a glass?”

Eloise looked at you weakly. “I’ve already had three, they are no better help than this flimsy fan.” You let out a breathy laugh at her dramatics. “I’m glad you find my torment amusing.”

“I apologize. You must admit it is hard not to laugh.” Anthony approached you and Eloise with two lemonades in tow. “Here you are, darling.” You graciously took the glass from his hand and drank the cool liquid. It was gone before you could blink, Eloise was right. “Shall we head to our booth? I must get out of this sun.” You all but begged your husband. He nodded and Eloise trailed after the two of you. You were surprised that the booth was just as hot, if not more so, as you sat down. Your fan speed picked up and you began to have flashes as the horses took their places. The shot of the gun brought the throb of a headache to your attention. Trying not to groan out loud, you only winced at the aching pain. You could barely focus on the race. Your vision blurred and you could not focus on one thing. “Y/N?” You heard a voice say, Your fathers. “I’m alright,” Sitting down, you begin to feel better. Eloise lends her fans cool air to you. “I only needed to sit.” Your hand grasps his arm and a haze washes over you. The horses are running at lightning speed and you see Anthony sit next to you, steadying your wobbling figure. “Darling are you sure you’re alright?” Black surrounds you. Your body falls limp, tugging on Anthony’s jacket as you fall. The entire family gasps, as well as the other people in attendance. Anthony frantically clings to your body, his own shaking in fear. The only thing he can will himself to speak is your name and the memory he has tried years to suppress comes to the surface. He only holds you, his hand reaching to your face as if that would yank you back into consciousness. At last, Benedict stood and took you in his arms, whisking you away to the carriage. Violet stayed behind to help Anthony gather himself. It happened again. He had let it happen again. The very thing he tried so very hard to prevent had occurred anyway. Again, he could not wake her. He froze. The accident left Anthony with a swarm of questions. None of which, he thought, would have an answer he liked.

[peterparkersnose]

ALSO IT’S ME AGAIN. HEAR ME OUT: barry keoghan!joker with a harley quinn-esque reader oh yes

Apprentice

barry keoghan!joker x reader

barry keoghan!joker x harley!themed reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: SMUT m!receiving oral, descriptions of grime, creepiness of the joker, perverted remarks, mentions of sexual toys and alcohol, a small sort of age gap, manipulation, nudity

a/n i hate this lowkey, but i love this lowkey. also love barry, i miss writing for druig.

summary y/n is a senior in college in an apprenticeship at Arkham. She meets Joker, and falls for his peculiar ways.

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read time: 7 mins 12 seconds

Taking an apprenticeship your senior year of college is normal. You have studied Psychology for nearly four years now, it was time for you to research your field. It was between Northshore Asylum or Arkham Asylum. You hoped for the Northshore card out of the draw with your lab partner, but you got the shorter end of the stick. 

Northshore was a kind place. Great funding, well cared for patients, it even sat along the lake. But you were given Arkham. Arkham was in the city southern to yours, Gotham. You’ve heard of some not-so-great things that happen there. Gotham was usually a large topic in your county’s news. You knew of infamous criminals lived there in some questionable conditions. 

***

You chose your white pencil skirt, and matched it with your black blazer. Looking in the mirror, you sighed. Today was your first day in your apprenticeship. You quickly tied your hair up into a loose bun and grabbed your purse. It was time to leave. 

Pulling up to Arkham in your white preppy car felt out of place. It was a dark building with dark gates. You could have sworn the sky was clear when you left, but a sudden cloud seemed to linger around the place. There wasn’t even any gate service. You just pulled into the crumbing parking lot, ignoring the cracked windows in the service center. 

You were met with a doctor almost immediately when you entered the facility. His name was Doctor Fox. Oddly enough, he searched you. You felt foolish when he had to take your earrings, you should have known better than. Obviously, nothing even remotely sharp was allowed in by the inmates. When walking into the briefing arena, you noticed the lack of staff. It was an understatement to say Arkham was understaffed. One employee to a cell of six. That was in the more low-risk areas. 

Your heart dropped when Doctor Fox walked past the low-risk ward. He pulled you aside, right outside the high-risk doors. 

“We’re starting you off on a high case. Your marks are some of the highest we’ve ever seen from your area. Is it true you specialized in lunatic insanities?” he asked. Shocked at his bluntness you replied “Yes, I have been for the past two years.” you assured him. He shook his head in approval and brought you in. 

You were horrified when you walked in the first chapter of the ward. The women's ward. Dusty stained glass boxes were their only way of seeing sunlight. Blood stained the concrete walls along with other dark stains. The bars were built so tightly together, maybe a finger or two could only pass through. 

“We’re not stopping here,” Doctor Fox assured you. “You ever hear of the Joker case?”

You stopped in your tracks. Ignoring the hissing and slurs from the women around you, you turned to Doctor Fox with a concerned look. 

“We’re trying to find the affects of acid on the brain. Nobody has lived like him with that much exposure.” 

“So your telling me I’m studying the Joker?” you asked, crossing your arms.  “Miss L/N I recommend you do not speak to your superior with such… tone.” he hissed, guiding you towards the men's ward. 

Eerily quiet, you held your breathe as you looked at the equally horrific conditions that these people had to live in. “Finger, please.” Doctor Fox said, extending his hand for yours. He took your pointer figure and placed it on an electronic pad. You were impressed by the advanced security around this one man versus the other residents. “We take our security around him very… seriously.” he said. You felt a chill go down your spine. 

“I’m going to lead the first session, you are just going to watch. Do you understand?” he asked. You shook your head. 

The door clicked and unlocked. You looked towards the floor, fighting every instinct to look. You first heard his heavy breathing, and then his haunting voice. 

“You brought me a lady today, Foxy?”

You swallowed and took your seat next to Doctor Fox. The Joker sat across from you two, shackled at the opposite end of the table. “This is Miss L/N, my apprentice. I understand you will show her resp-” “Quite a beautiful young lady, hmm? Tryna tempt me, Foxy?” 

You felt the lump in your throat grow as you felt his eyes burning into you. “Take notes,” Doctor Fox reminded you. You moved your eyes from your shoes to the pad of paper resting in your lap. 

“She won’t look at me.” Joker giggled. “Too afraid to see the acid man?” 

Your lip quivered as your eyes moved to the table. Following the metal sheen, you made your way to his hands. The bloodied fingers, bitten and ripped nails, and the scarring on his hands made you feel compassion for this man. Your eyes met his.

Your heart stopped. You audibly gasped. He gave you the ugliest smile you’ve ever seen. The patches of missing hair, the scarring everywhere on his body. 

You kept his gaze as your breathe caught up to your heartbeat. “I-I need a break,” you announced, almost slamming your pad of paper on the table and erupting through the doors. You slid down on the wall and brought your knees to your chest. 

Doctor Fox soon entered through the doors, and placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not easy. But we need to resume session.” 

You walked back in the room and met his gaze again. He was laughing in his seat. He would be rolling on the ground if he wasn't shackled to the chair. “I scare ya that much sweetheart?” 

You ignored his comment and started taking notes. An hour into session, you were bored out of your mind. He had been very obviously dodging comments about his childhood, his past lovers, his education. Trying to get information out of this man was very hard. Looking at the scarred lines of his face, you tried to wonder what he looked like before the accident. 

“I was beautiful, oh, so beautiful. If your wondering, darling.” Joker slurred. “I can see you watching my face, honey.” 

A chill went down your spine. Thank god the timer went off, todays session was over.

***

After your concluding statements with Doctor Fox, you found yourself needing to use the restroom. After downing about three water bottles, you had to pee. 

The public restrooms were down the hall from the prisoner restrooms. Following the signs, you caught a quick glimpse of the prisoner showers. And to your luck, there stood your new study washing himself. He didn’t notice you. No, not at first. You watched him scrub his scarred back. You were enamored with the scars, tracing over each dip with your mind. Then, he noticed you. Making eye contact, he let out a loud laugh. Startled by this, you made your way quickly towards the bathroom. 

You cursed yourself for being so stupid while sitting on the toilet. If Joker spoke, you could loose your apprenticeship on your first day. Peeping on your subject in the shower? Are you kidding me? Fox would have you fired on the spot, you just knew it. Why were you looking at him in the first place? 

No.

Oh, no. No.

You weren't attracted to this monster. Were you?

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head. You quickly finished up in the bathroom, longing for your unopened bottle of wine waiting for you back at your apartment. 

And of course to your luck, just as you were leaving you were met with the man again. He was with a guard escorting him back to his cell. You gave the guard a quick nod, ignoring him in complete. Making your way down the hall, you heard shouting. 

“Fight!” you heard someone yell. You turned your eyes back down the hallway, and saw the guard escorting the Joker panicking. He had to go help this situation, but he couldn’t leave him there. “Nurse!” the guard yelled down to you. “Come escort him back to cell E-2949.”

You grabbed the Joker’s shackles from the guard, and gave the Joker an honest look. You could see the pain of a real man behind those eyes. More guards ran past you two by the second. You started walking towards the E block of cells, finding them empty but the last one. 

He sat in his cell, staring at you through the safety box. He was surprisingly quiet. You gave him a nod, preparing to leave. 

“Y/N!” you heard from him. You were shocked, how did he know your name? “Fox briefed me on you. Before you know, you studied my fucked up brain!” he laughed. “You are very, very beautiful. I meant that in there. Joker doesn’t lie.” 

You felt a blush coming to your cheeks. “I am very sorry about your… accident.” you sighed. “I can tell you were a very beautiful man. You are a very beautiful man.”

Joker laughed, this time it didn’t scare you as much. “Are you, beautiful beautiful Y/N flirting with me?” “And what if I am?” you smirked. He brought himself close up to the bars. 

“You are making me extremely hot,” he spit out. “Keep your job, baby doll. We can keep this between us. I promise, I promise I won’t pull anything. Maybe your hair,” he whispered, taking a few strands of your hair in his fingers. 

You opened the safety gate, and met him inside. Still in his shackles, he moved his hands to move your glasses up on your face. “What are you doing?” you asked him, chest rising up and down. “You know what it takes to get blown in here? I have been craving a sweet, sweet mouth like yours.” he sighed. He then licked your chin, and made his way up to your temple. “Do me the pleasure honey, please.”

You couldn’t resist his temper. The demeanor of his voice, the longing for the touch of a woman. Your hands wandered to the waistband of his prison pants. He let out a loud sigh. You got down on your knees, searching quickly for any guards nearby. You pulled down his pants, and revealed the bulge growing in his boxers. “Oh honey, you are so good. So good to me.” he whispered, placing his hands on your head.

You took his penis out of his boxers. It was beautifully scarred like the rest of him. You gasped at the size of it, not knowing what to expect. You carefully guided your mouth onto it, grabbing the base near his balls. 

Joker laughed the whole time. The farther down your throat he went, the more you loosened up. When you began to gag, it got him going even more. Laughter and moaning mixed filled your ears. 

He didn’t give you a warning when he finished. You just felt hot, warm cum drowning down your throat. He grunted a sane grunt, one a stable man would make. 

Slowly taking his dick out of your mouth, he grabbed your chin just as the tip fell out of your mouth, leaving drops of cum on your chin and chest. “Such a good, good girl.”

You tidied yourself up, using a bit of water from his nasty prison sink. You buttoned up your blazer once again, and fixed your messy hair. 

“See ya next week you hot piece of ass!” you heard him yelling down the hall. 

You swallowed once again, walking past the results of the fight. The cafeteria was trashed, blood was on the floor. 

You collected your belongings at the front desk and made your way to your car. The taste of cum was still sitting in your mouth. 

Now waiting at home was a bottle of wine, and your vibrator. 

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[imthepunchlord]

Miracurse: Fowl Play is About

Ao3

Chloe’s wondrous day started when Adrien approached her and said, “I have a gift for you.” 

She was over the moon to hear that. 

Her dear Adrikins got her a gift! 

Suck it, Marinette! Suck it, Adrien's fangirls! 

He got HER a gift! 

No one else! 

This just proves that Chloe was his favorite, as she should be. 

And as delighted as she was, when Adrien presented her with a blue peacock pin, Chloe faltered. 

Adrien’s smile was expectant, looking happy, until she wasn’t taking it right away. “Do you not like it?” Adrien asked. 

“No! No, it’s just… Do you have something in yellow?” 

“Nope. Only this one.” After a moment of consideration, Adrien tried to appeal to her, offering, “It’ll go with your eyes.” 

“Thanks, Adrien,” she said through her teeth, taking it reluctantly. It was semi worth it to see Adrien’s beam, but that offered smile she had fell when he turned and walked away, leaving her with the blue pin. 

It didn’t have ANY yellow on it. Like, ok, yeah, maybe the blue would go with her eyes, but red gems on all nine feathers? Or where are those more… pink? 

Chloe stuck her tongue out at it. Between the blue and the pink, this should be more Marinette’s thing? But as Adrien gifted this to Chloe, there was NO WAY Chloe was going to pass it off to another. Especially her! This was hers! Hers and hers alone! 

But, she couldn’t be seen in public wearing this. This blue and pink against her yellow jacket? No way. Matching with her eyes wasn’t enough. This, she’ll humor Adrien and put it on at home. Try it there, and then it can sit in her closet and gather dust. Maybe she can give it to one of her and Adrien's future kids. 

Satisfied with her plan, she stuffed it deep in her bag and headed for the first period. It was a shame she couldn’t go and shove this gift in Marinette’s face, but it is what it is. At least she got to enjoy the fact that Adrien was thinking of her. 

.

.

.

In front of her mirror, Chloe hesitated. 

She wasn’t wearing the pin yet, it was just held over her jacket, with Chloe doing a little double take just to see it against her jacket and to be sure. And gosh, it clashed with her so much. And the worse fact? No matter how long she looked at it, it matched with Marinette so much more and Chloe hated it.

The blue of the pin matched with her hair, when that dark hair would shine blue in certain lighting. And the gems on this pin were more pink! And it matched the pink of Marinette’s stupid pink pants! And those stupid pink flowers that she has on her shirt! 

It was like a… reverse color coordination or whatever. Marinette did wear a lot more pink than blue, but it was undeniable that she did have those two colors as this pin did. It was almost like this pin had been made for her. 

Did Adrien have this made? 

Was he thinking of Marinette? 

If it was more for her, why didn’t he have this pin be more yellow? Was it really intended for Marinette? Did she upset him so Chloe was getting this out of spite of her? 

If so, Chloe didn’t know if she should be smug or irritated. 

Irritation won, and just to be spiteful to the Marinette color coded pin, she put it on. Adrien gave it to her. She was the one wearing it now, not Marinette. 

Only, as soon as the pin was in place, Chloe’s world seemed to turn on an axis and she felt dizzy and she felt disjointed. Shaking her head, she groaned as she grabbed her forehead. What had happened?

“Give it a few moments, you’ll get used to it,” Chloe heard her own voice say, startling her. She jerked up, looking up to see herself staring down at her with a gentle smile, though her eyes were pink instead of blue. 

Chloe drew away in alarm, gaping. “Wha—  what?!”

Her body just smiled, watching Chloe freak out before her. 

“Wha-what is this?!” Chloe demanded. “Who are you! Some cheap copycat!” 

“Chloe” chuckled. “Oh no, this is actually your body. It’s as true as can be.”

“My body?!” Chloe shrieked. Chloe paused then. If this was her body and something was in her body, then what was she? Chloe whipped towards her mirror and gasped. She wasn’t herself. She was some freaky looking toy that looked a little familiar but Chloe couldn’t entirely place what.

But she was light blue, had dark blue eyes against a black sclera, had white marks around her eyes, a yellow diamond on her forehead, and five long peacock-like tail feathers that had yellow and white eyespots on them. She had no idea what she was and she didn’t like it. She was so small. So alien. And just so…. Blue.

Chloe rounded on the body stealer, demanding, “I don’t know what you are! But you’ll give my body back this instant!”

“Ah, I can’t do that,” “Chloe” said, shaking her head. “You see, you are under the miraculous curse.”

Chloe frowned at that. Miraculous? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir? “Did they curse me?!” she demanded. 

“No. I did.” 

“How?! Why?!” 

“I am Duusu, and is my miraculous,” the body stealer revealed, lightly tapping the pin, which was now a platinum peacock with a gold tail and white diamond eyespots. “When you put it on, I got to see how terrible a person you were, and the miraculous cursed you instantly. You are now stuck as a kwami while I reside in your body.”

“That’s unfair!” Chloe snarled. “This is an attack! How dare you!” 

“This is punishment,” Duusu said. “You are a terrible person. You’ve hurt people for your own amusement and gain. This is why you were transformed immediately.”

“Ridiculous!” Chloe spat. “Change me back!”

“Only you can change yourself back,” Duusu said. 

“How?!”

“Redeem yourself,” Duusu answered. “Make it up to those you’ve hurt the most.” Duusu then paused and frowned thoughtfully. “But that’s a lot of people. Not even I know where you’d start.”

Chloe stared at her, trying to sort out Duusu’s words. “What do you mean make it up to?”

“Help out who you’ve hurt. Make an effort to be better. You don’t even need forgiveness, you just need an effort to be better.” 

Chloe scoffed, “I don’t need forgiveness! Everyone loves me!” 

“Marinette doesn’t,” Duusu revealed. 

“Marinette’s stupid! And poor!” 

Duusu hummed. “She’s decently wealthy. You don’t live across Notre Dame or own a whole building on a poor budget.”

“How would you know that?” Chloe asked, narrowing her eyes at her body. 

“I have your memories,” Duusu revealed, “it allows me to live your life and be a better you, until you improve anyway.” 

Chloe gasped. “You wouldn’t! You can’t do that!”

“I am and I will,” Duusu said, immediately going for Chloe’s phone. “And I’m going to start with the mess that is you and Sabrina. You two have a very messed up relationship.”

“Don’t you dare mess up my slave!” Chloe cried out. 

“See, that can’t fly anymore,” Duusu said, calling Sabrina. As Chloe moved to demand that she stop, a finger was pressed to her lips, silencing her. In a perfect Chloe fashion, Duusu said into the phone, “Hey, Sabrina. You got my homework sheet, right? Did you do it yet?” 

“No,” Chloe breathed.

“Don’t work on it. Give it to me tomorrow. I want to do my own homework.” 

“No!” 

Duusu scoffed loudly. “No! This isn’t punishment, geez, get over yourself Sabrina. I just want to prove my own brilliance, I can do that much, can’t I?” Duusu paused, listening to Sabrina’s stammer, quick to flatter and promise. “I’m glad you see it my way. See you tomorrow.”

Duusu barely ended the call when Chloe shrieked, “You can’t make my body do homework! That’s peasant work!” 

“It’s part of your current education system; does that mean you think yourself beneath an education? You do know that you need a good education if you want to get into politics and be the next mayor. You can’t always buy your way through school. And Sabrina won’t always be by your side.” 

Duusu moved away from Chloe before the girl turned kwami could respond. Growling, she followed, snapping, “You can’t pretend to be me! You even have pink eyes! People will see straight through you!”

“Good thing you always wear sunglasses,” Duusu said, flashing her a grin as she brought them down. 

“Bustier won’t allow it!”

“Bustier is your biggest enabler. She’ll allow it.”

Growling, she darted in front of Duusu’s face, tail feathers spread out angrily. “Fine! Who do I go to first to start helping them so I can get my body and life back?!”

Humming, Duusu answered, “I guess that’s who you hurt the most.”

“Fine. I’ll go to Sabrina.” She’ll help Chloe too. Maybe the key is getting that pin back. 

“Hm. Not sure Sabrina is the right choice,” Duusu murmured, more to herself. “You have twisted things up a lot, but she doesn’t regard herself as being hurt by you too often.”

“Who would you recommend,” Chloe snapped, crossing her arms unhappily. 

“Probably Marinette.”

“No!”

‘You were very close to breaking her. And that hurt has lingered despite her newfound courage. Mindful, yuo do have a whole class to choose from, but Marinette was your main target. She’d be the one you’d have to make it up to most.” 

“No way am I ever going to help her!” 

“Then pick one of your classmates, or help the city. You purposely upsetting people led to akumas, which did hurt the city.”

“How can I help the city like this?!” Chloe gestured to this tiny weirdo body. 

Duusu just gave her a secretive smile. “I’m not under obligation to explain how a kwami body works and what comes with it. You’ll have to figure that out on your own. I’m just here to tell you why you’re punished and what you can do to get out of it.” 

“How helpful,” Chloe grumbled. 

“I always try to be!” Duusu chirped, her smile irritating Chloe all the more.

This was so unfair!

Utterly ridiculous!

[mikanotes]

— bloodthirst

hyun-su x gn!reader

genre: mutual pining…?

warnings: swearing, blood, killing, mentions of death, manipulation, reader is pulling a seo moonjo /hj, unhealthy obsession, obsession with blood??? idont fuckin know bruh sweet home stuff

synopsis: hyunsu is so strong. so strong, and he could be even more if he just accepted that part of him. the one that smirks back at him in the mirror and tells him he could kill everyone he hates. and soon, you join him to say the same.

People that cared about him.

Hyunsu told himself not to ever hope that something as good as this would ever happen to him again. He wasn’t cared about, not anymore, and not ever again. He didn’t even care about himself anymore, so why would people?

But you broke that mindset of his when you arrived at Green Home Residence. You arrived with a friendly wave and a smile, saying you didn’t care if they wouldn’t let you in because you could come through the rooftop, anyways. Hyunsu remembered seeing Eunhyuk frown and ask how on Earth you could possibly do that. He vividle remembered your eyes turning completely black, your expression unchanging.

“I just can.” you’d said.

Now Hyunsu felt less alone in that cage of his. You sat besides him most of the time, making jokes about the people living in the building, loud and clear right as they passed by the room. You shamelessly claimed that “those humans fuckers are scared of us, and they’re even scared of admitting it!” and Hyunsu could only look away in fear of how aforementioned humans would react to that.

You were fearless, confident, and powerful. Unlike him. You let yourself be used as a weapon, but it was clear and evident to everyone you only did so to join Hyunsu and not to help or please anyone in the building. When Hyunsu fought monsters by your side, he noticed a difference in power. He wondered why.

One day, he found himself fidgeting as he held his spear, walking up the stairs of the building. You were leading the way to your battlefield. He kept on gulping and looking around himself. Was it paranoia? Fear? He couldn’t understand his reactions himself, he was used to this by now. And when you passed by a door, he stopped in his tracks entirely. You turned around and your eyes widened.

“I think there’s a monster in there.”

His eyes were completely black, his grin so wide you wondered if his cheeks would start to hurt, a finger pointed towards the door. He chuckled and held his spear closer to him. “We should go kill it.”

And he walked in without even waiting for you. You stared for a few seconds, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

He was perfect like this.

You both walked out with blood everywhere and laughs that would send chills down the spine of anyone in this building. Until Hyunsu eventually pulled himself together and snapped out of his monster-like state. You felt disappointed.

“Huh?” he mumbled, looking up at you with his usual eyes. He looked scared, confused even. “What happened? I- Did I hurt-”

“Hyunsu-ya.”

“Huh?”

You walked towards him, so close he eventually started taking steps backwards.

“You wonder why you’re not as powerful as me, don’t you?” you said just as his back hit the wall. He gulped and struggled to hold eye contact. His nod was small, but noticeable. You smiled. You lowered your voice and moved next to his ear. “It’s because those idiots have you on a leash.”

He frowned.

“When you went to kill just before… Ah…” you chuckled, letting your head fall onto his shoulder, “You were spectacular, you know? The only thing holding you back from being as powerful as me if not more is… Yourself.”

“What do you mean?” he asked in a voice so small you felt like crying. You pulled yourself up with a hand on the walk and faced him. Really close to his face.

“That part of you that wants to kill. You can accept it.”

His eyes widened. “No, then I’d turn completely—”

“You wouldn’t. You’d just have to control it. And you’re very much capable of that.”

Hyunsu shivered under your gaze and you wondered if your eyes had turned black. You smiled a bit and moved his bangs out of his face. He let you.

“Hyunsu-ya.” you said, “You’re so pretty when blood is all over your face, you know? When your face screams bloodlust… When your hands shake with the desire to kill… You’re the best when you’re like that…”

He looked away, then at his hand and chewed on his lips. He seemed to be thinking. He was so easy to read. What if I can’t control it? Do I really want to die like that? Maybe they’re manipulating me? They look like they’re obsessed with that part of me. Why? Why would they like it? Why would they like any part of me? I haven’t been liked in so long. I haven’t been complimented this way in so long. No one’s ever looked at me like that. But it’s weird to like seeing me drenched in blood. I like seeing them when they fight, too. Am I hypocritical? No. Yes? God, why do you look so nice when you kill? I shouldn’t be… Maybe they’re right.

You smiled as you watched him crumble, nose slowly dripping with blood. The blood started bleeding down his face, covering the entirely of the lower half of it. His eyes turned black and he coughed, head hanging low as he breathed heavily.

Accept me. Come to me. Kill with me.

Will you?

He gasped and looked up, facing you, and a smile slowly started creeping up on his face. He laughed, blood dripping down his chin.

“You’re right.” he panted, “This is the best.”

And you could only smile in return.

[runawaymun]

Sometimes I think about how not all the trauma the Sons of Fëanor have is immediately obvious or visible as trauma they wear on their bodies.

After Angband Maedhros’ brothers keep finding caches of food hidden away in odd places. They promise that there’s plenty. That there will always be plenty. He says “I know, I know” but can’t make himself stop, because when you’re held captive by a minor god food is nothing more than a cute bargaining chip. Maedhros can’t stand on top of towers or climb hills or even trees anymore. It’s not that he’s scared because he’s Maedhros Fëanorion and isn’t afraid of anything— but the second he’s too high up, he feels sick to his stomach.

Maglor still sings. Everyone always compliments his voice. It’s so powerful, ricocheting off mountainsides, loud as thunder. It can stop a blade it it’s tracks. Make a legion of orcs clutch their bleeding ears and scream. But he can’t sing ballads anymore, or lullabies the way he used to. He hates it. He hates it. Each note that’s fashioned to hurt someone else feels like it will rip him in two. Sometimes he wishes he could rip out his own vocal chords just to be free of the responsibility of such Music, from the expectations of how he’ll use it in battle. He just wants to sing like he used to.

Celegorm never replaces Huan. He knows— he knows it’s his fault that he lost him. He lies awake at night and cries into his pillow, wishing it was Huan. Wishing he could bury his hand in his thick fur and feel his steady heartbeat again— because no matter how it ended a childhood pet is a childhood pet, and they will always take a piece of you when they go.

Caranthir talks less and less as the years go on. His brothers used to ask him for advice in Valinor, but a levelheaded temperament isn’t much use in times like these. He withdraws and he withdraws and he withdraws, until he’s so lonely it wears a hole in his chest.

Curufin covers his mirrors. He hates the sound of his name. Loves and hates the forge until he’s sick at heart and wants to throw himself into his own fire. The boundary lines, for him, had always been laid in the shape of his father, and without him he no longer knows who he is. He is only a shadow of him. A reminder of what they’ve lost. And he will never, ever, ever live up to his memory.

Amrod won’t light a fire in his bedroom no matter how cold or dark it gets. He can’t sleep in a room alone. Can’t be left alone for more than a few moments before his mind twists into panic— of “please, please, I’m right here, don’t forget me, don’t leave me—“

Likewise, Amras never lets Amrod out of his sight. The panicked “where’s Amrod?” happens on a biweekly basis. His brothers assure him that Amrod is fine. But their eyes betray their own worry. None of them have forgotten the ships.

[thicksimpx]

Pairing : Rintaro Suna x Reader

Summary : a little bit of brain rot, a little hint of hate fucking if you squint .. you not his but you his .. y’all get it

Warnings : 18+ mature content, mature language, aggressive breeding , rough sex, spanking, fuckbuddies , recording

Tags - @festive (the requester 🫶🏽) @luffysthickwaifu @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @indiecursor @rinhoes @imperatorkhaleesi @bookwormsenpai @po3ticb3auty @ry0m3n @mizumikira @cherrykamado @ceeriusly-dumb @littlemochi @nyremei @simpliheavenli @hhawkz

Suna wasn’t a man of much emotion or reaction, but the one thing that could always make him break character was you. Breathe caught in your throat, you knew what was coming - it was unfortunate that you didn’t have the will to explain yourself before he stood up and dragged you away.

“Mhm and tell me why you were flirting with him?” He asks large hand leaving a stinging slap across your ass echoing in the now empty restaurant bathroom.

Hands getting tighter around your throat as he pulls your back to him. “I asked you a question” he snarls

“I- wasnt flirting” you stumble over your words, mindlessly babbling every time his dick curved into a sweet spot. “I-I swear”

“Fucking liar, I saw you” Suna snaps through gritted teeth, thrusting so hard your breast bounced out of the top of your dress. As he let your throat go, you fell onto the sink, steadying yourself, trembling leg with 6 inch heels did not make a great pair.

Not giving you a chance to catch a breath he arches your back- chest flat on the sink and tugs on your curls ; picking your head up and making you watch - through teary eyes- as he relentlessly takes his anger out on your cunt.

You had to admit. Seeing Rin riled up, swelling with jealousy was the best. He fucked you like a whore while also being the love of your life - But you’ll never admit that. Cunt clenching from the few facial expressions you could see on his face through the mirror. Slanted eyes and a devious smile…. He wouldn’t.

“Rin, please” you begged through choked whines. “What if someone comes?”

“Don’t you want Samu to see you? To watch you get fucked stupid?”

“N-no” you whine again pleading with your ankles on fire. But your whining was in vain when that familiar flash of light reflected in the mirror.

“Be a good girl and cum again for Samu babe” he cooed. You would roll your eyes irritation if they weren’t rolling back in pleasure from the consistent spanking. Suna’s dick was perfect to you. It kissed and poked at spots you didn’t even know could be reached. Fucking into you so hard barely letting himself halfway out before he thrusts again, slamming his hips with so much force..

Every time you came you felt as if you couldn’t breathe any more, not that he would let you. You were a mess like he wanted. How dare you embarrass him by making him break character?

“Now tell Samu you’re my whore” he says angling the camera to the mirror.

“I-m your whore Rin” you sniffle.

“Good girl” he praises tossing his phone into the sink. Resting both arms on your shoulders, he relentlessly pounds into you grunting lowly as he pulled you into each thrust watching your ass clap. Ball tightening, he held back for as long as he could just to torture you. But now his goal was to fuck you so full of his cum you couldn’t bat an eye without it leaking out of you.

You felt his dick throbbing and muttered for him to pull out, but how could he with how tight you squeezed him? Milking him while he fucked you stupid.

Pulling out with a sloppy wet sound, he bent to slide your panties back up your body, spotting some of his cum on your inner thigh. Swiping it up with a finger and pushing it into your cunt with the rest.

Twitching and trembling you make yourself look presentable while Rin watched the video he recorded behind you. “Your not actually going to send that right?” You asked but all you got was a simple shrug. He knew better.

“You think you’re still going to be able to flirt and fuck around when you’re pregnant?” He asks with a devious smirk as you held in to him exiting the bathroom

“Pregnant?? Please” you chuckle. “I’m sure that’s not going to stop anybody from flirting with me Rinrin” you bop his nose and struct - as best as you can- off to sit beside a twin who just watched you get fucked.

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