#of course i had to make this harder than it should have been tho... so it's lineless

[shepards-folly]

Sleeping still, are you dead? Do you want to be, is that all that's left?

[Lyrics in the art are from Necromancer by Joy Again. The caption is from Winter Snakes by Joy Again]

[lucysgraybird]

Ooo maybe something with Billy x reader where he arrives at her home all beat up since he’s on the run and doesn’t wants to go anywhere else, so reader has to take care of the cuts on his face or something.

i love this so much anything billy hurt/comfort related makes me RAA!! i hope this is what you wanted. if its not literally send me another ask i will be so happy to write another version (later tho my laptop is about to die)

injured!billy x fem!reader

There is something about living in the middle of nowhere that makes you wary of knocks on your door at any time. In the middle of the night, the rapping has you grabbing your father’s shotgun off its hooks above the door and readying it as you slide the latch and swing the door open. 

Perhaps a normal person would find what was stood on your doorstep unsavoury, but it was only relief that courses through your body at the silhouette of the infamous outlaw, Billy the Kid. It had been so long since you had heard from him, and you had tried to tamp down your anxieties by assuring yourself that you would’ve heard if he had been killed. It had worked about as well as tamping gunpowder: every time news arrived from town, your heart was off like a shot, worried it would be a tale of his capture or worse. 

In the split second that you allow his presence to soothe you, he steps into one of the stripes of moonlight across your porch, and that momentary peace climbs back up your throat with bile on its tail. You barely manage to set your shotgun down properly before you’re reaching for his beaten-up face, turning it this way and that to inspect the damage.

“What happened, Billy? Who-”

One of his hands comes up and closes around your wrist: he doesn’t say anything, but it stills you long enough to see the exhaustion in his eyes, and you drop your hands. 

“Come in, then,” you sigh, and use the hold he’s got on your wrist to lead him into your house. He settles at your kitchen table while you gather your meager medical supplies – little more than strips of cloth and strong alcohol, but it’ll have to do. 

His face is bloody and bruised, and far too dirty for you to see the real injuries, so you start by taking a damp cloth to the caked-on dust. 

“You’re on the run again,” you say. It should be a question, but isn’t. 

“Trouble seems to find me,” Billy replies, voice raspy and tired. “Can’t escape it.”

“Maybe you should try a little harder.” 

You don’t mean the vitriol that curls around your words – or you don’t mean to show it to him. Your anger is yours, and ought to stay that way. It isn’t his fault that life dealt him a rotten hand of cards, even if it means you don’t see him for months at a time and that you’re always afraid that you’ve lost him and will never get the closure of public mourning. A good country girl, daughter of the general store manager and set to take it over one day, would not love an outlaw enough to grieve him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. His irises are bright under the grit and grime – windows to the soul. 

“‘s not your fault,’’ you whisper. 

Tears sting the back of your throat and you swallow them, unwilling to cry in front of him while he’s hurting for real. To his credit, he doesn’t say anything, even though you know he noticed. He lets you clean the cuts on his face and hands with minimal complaint, though there’s a unique sting to an antiseptic that will have even the most hardened criminals wincing. You bandage his knuckles and try not to lose it when he lifts your fingers to his lips for a soft kiss. The kerosene lamp is burning low. 

“You’re going to have to leave again.”

The words trip out of your mouth. Once again, no matter how you wish it, this is not a question. You’ll be lucky if he’s here in the morning. As if sensing that it’s unnecessary, he gives the barest nod. 

Something bold sparks in your chest. Maybe it’s the relief of seeing him again, maybe it’s the lingering adrenaline from the knock on the door, maybe it’s the way the moonlight is the brightest thing in the room. 

Whatever it is, you say, “Take me with you.”

Before he can protest, you drop into the chair facing him and take his hands in (gentle) earnest. 

“I can’t do this again. I can’t do the not knowing, I can’t do you showing up like this every couple of months. I wouldn’t be a dead weight; I can ride and shoot and cook, and maybe one day we can go somewhere far from here and make a real life for ourselves.”

“I can’t promise–”

“Even if we can’t, Billy, I want to be with you.”

He just stares at you in a confused, sleepy silence. It’s too much for him now, battered as he is, but you don’t care. 

“You need someone to patch you up,” you plead. “I love you. Let me be there.”

A beat, and then two. You realize you haven’t thought about what you’re going to do if he says no; what will happen to your soul when you wake up alone tomorrow.

“It’ll be dangerous,” he says finally. “You’ll be an outlaw too.”

“That’s okay,” you say, even though it kind of isn’t. You’ll make it okay, though. For him.

“You shouldn’t give up everything for me, honey, I ain’t worth it.”

It breaks your heart, that he doesn’t know that he is everything, at least to you. 

“I’m not giving up anything. I’d be getting something more.”

He sighs, realizing that he’s not going to break your resolve. 

“Then we better get some rest, ‘cause we’re gonna have to leave at dawn.”

You try to hide the joy that unfurls through your arms and fingers at his capitulation. You know life will be different – that it will probably be harder – but it all pales in the light of getting to stay by his side, the closest to marriage the two of you will probably ever achieve. You can’t kiss him for fear of hurting his busted lip, but your fingertips fizz over his knee as a smile spreads across his face, and in the face of such solace and cheer, he can’t help but smile back. 

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Prank Gone Wrong -P.G

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Summary: Your boyfriend Pablo, has been on prankster mode with Javi, Aurora's boyfriend as his ally and Aurora being tired of it, gets him back... With your help of course

"I need your help" Aurora had said inmediately after you opened the door to yours and Pablo's apartment

"Hello you too, baby" You giggled shutting the door "What's up?" You saw her making her way to the living room and made herself comfortable in your couch, you did the same

"Your boyfriend is what's up!" You furrow your eyebrows nodding slowly

"You mean your brother?"

"THAT SAME ONE!" She yelled as you laughed lightly

"What's up with him?"

"HE'S BEEN PRAKING ME NON-STOP!" You roll your eyes

"I told him to stop"

"Well he definitely hasn't"

"He started with me but ever since one of his pranks ended up badly, he switched targets"

"What happened?" You raised your eyebrows instantly remembering that day

It was one of those bad days everyone has, your alarm didn't go on, on time so you ended up being stuck in traffic and not being allowed into the exam you had been studying so hard for, next a random persona spilled his coffee all over your front, staining your shirt, your car broke down in the middle of the road, the little amount of money you had with you all gone into the tug, you had to walk over the mecanic to pay double since you didn't have any cash with you and finally drove home wanting nothing more than to be in your boyfriend's arms and pass the day away

But no

When you stepped into your apartment, you yelled out a little "¡Bebé!" only to feel something cold splash down on you, you freezed in your spot, seconds later you heard his laughter. You lifted your head up only to then feel something heavy fell on your head

"Ow!" You yelled out both hands going to your head, Pablo laughing harder

"Mi amor, are you okay?" He asked in between laughter

"Of fucking course no, Pablo!" You stepped forward a little

"Be careful, mi niña" You didn't listened still walking

"I'm drenched and my head-AH!" You yelled after loosing your stance, the slippery floor and your socks didn't helped you at all making you face the floor with a big impact

You swore you could feel something breaking, your teeth sticking into your tongue, your jaw and nose burning as if you had a lighter on top of them, you let out one single but strong enough cry of pain

"¡AMOR!"

You didn't wanted to move both hands, now, off of your face, pressing into the sore areas as if that was going to take the pain away, the anger of the day catching up to you as you started crying too

You felt Pablo turning you around and calling your name repeatedly, your eyes were closed, everything hurted, he wanted you to take your hands off but you pushed his hands away

"Just let me see" You shook your head whimpering when you felt a tug in the crown of your head, you turned on your stomach once more "No, no, no amor" He turned you on your back again, grabbing you by the head softly "Fuck, Y/N. You're bleeding and a lot... Let's go to the hospital. I'm calling Pedri"

Let's just say you almost broke one of Pedri's car doors and gave Pablo a good silent treament for four days straight

"Joder" She cursed out as you nodded

"Estaba tan enojada, no quería ni verlo, recuerdo que le dije luego de que me curaron, apenas y podía hablar un poco: 'Te callas o estoy así de cerca de terminar contigo a pesar de que luego me arrepentiré' He didn't talked back on the way home but you should have seen his face!" (I was so pissed off at him, I didn't even wanted to see him, I remember telling him after they treated me, I could barely talk something like: Either you shut the hell up or I'm this close to break up with you even tho I know I'll regret it later') You both laughed "He looked like a lost puppy, did everything for me"

"He deserved it" You nod

"I was still angry so by doctors orders I couldn't speak for two days, he had told me and Pablo that I should message with him seeing as I hitted my head and blah blah blah... Thing is I couldn't do harsh or fast movements and Pablo had to be there for me, I didn't messaged him in one single bit only whenever I felt too bad and he looked so lost because he wanted to fight me but at the same time didn't wanted to fight me and wanted to take care of me but he was the one that put me throught that..." You giggled

"You're mean, girl!"

"No, your brother is mean!" You both laughed

"He hold me the door open to Pedri's car and I just slammed the door back and walked to the other side to open it by myself" Aurora's mouth opened in shock

"Y/N" You laughed shaking your head

"I'm sorry but I was so, so... The word angry and it's synonyms don't make justice to what I felt, Aurora. I just wanted a nice way to end up my horrible day" You shrug your shoulders "I ended it up on the hospital" She laughs

"How'd you know?" She asked you

"Because after I talked to him and let him know he was forgiven, he told me that inside this apartment hard on jokes were off, totally a no go for him"

"He felt really bad, didn't he?" You nod

"He did"

"But thing is... He changed my toothpaste with neon toothpaste"

"Does that mean your teeth light up in the dark?" You ask surprised as she nods "Really?" She nods once more "Can I see?" You ask excited already getting up to turn off the lights

"Y/N!"

"Right! Sorry, sorry!" You sat back again "So... What I'm good for?"

"Help me get back at him" You raised your eyebrows

"Rora" You shook your head lightly

"C'mon, he has been doing this with Javi and I want to get back at them... What better than fight our boyfriends together?" You roll your eyes

"Okay" She smiled excited "I'm not making any kind of plan tho. I'll just follow your lead"

"Good because I heard Javi talking on the phone with Gavi, I think they're planning their next prank" You nod "We need a good one, just one. To let them know they can't mess up with us"

"I like that" You smile nodding and high fiving her when the door opened, you heard a little tug and some shuffle

"¡Preciosa, I'm back!" He yelled as you and Aurora shared a little look

"Living room, mi niño!" You yelled back

It was only matter of time for you to get back at him, you trusted Aurora and you only were hoping it wasn't something extreme

Three Days Later

"Please, tell me you're joking" You pleaded

"I'm not, he will really going to do that"

"That hijo de p-" She raised her eyebrows a little "I meant it not for your mother but for Pablo" She laughed lightly "You're sure he'll do it today?" She nodded

"Hundred percent"

"And that's the thing they will do?"

"It was Javi's idea. I looked it in his phone" You furrow your eyebros confused

"Why you look around in your boyfriend's phone?"

"You don't grab Pablo's phone and do everything with it?"

"Sometimes" You say "But I do not go through his messages, I go through his music and pics of us" You clarify "Even tho he doesn't have anything to hide, because even himself asks me to answer some things tho"

"You're cute" You blushed

"Shut up" She laughed

"Anyway... What we'll do, is follow his lead, prank him in his own prank"

"And you think I can do it?"

"Of course you can" You nodded feeling nervous

You couldn't believe this, not from him...

Your phone dinged with a message, you open it sighing "Pablo will be here at any moment. He said we need to talk"

"Oh my gosh, he's starting" Aurora said as you laughed "Text him you have to talk him too" You nodded doing as told

"Go and hide" You said as she hurried to get behind the couch. The doorbell rang

You went to answer finding Javi, Aurora's boyfriend

"Hey! Javi, what's up? What are you doing here?"

"Doing good, Y/I. Just passing by and got a text from Aurora saying she left her purse the last time she was here" You made a thinking face

"Which one?" You let him inside "I don't remember seeing one" You furrowed your eyebrows

"The small one" You 'thought' for a few seconds before lighting your face up

"I get it! The zebra print bag?"

"That exact same one!" She didn't had one, in fact, she hated the zebra printed things

"Well, we went upstairs, not sure if it's there tho. Let me go and check" He nodded smiling, you reached your bedroom and shook your head when your phone dinger once more

Aurora Páez💖✨: That idiot doesn't know I don't like those things or what?

You laughed shaking your head only replying with '🤣🤷🏻‍♀️', you decided to come out and yell

"Javi, are you sure she left it here? I don't see it anywhere"

"She must have mistaken it then, she probably left it at Alicia's! I don't take much of your time now, I'm in a hurry Y/I! Thanks!" You sneaked your head just in time to see Javi opening the door and closing it but he didn't left

You texted Aurora 'Don't come out he's still here'

Aurora Páez💖✨: Entendido, jefa.

You smiled shaking your head, coming down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare yourself a little snack when you felt the door being opened

"¿Preciosa?" You smiled hearing Gavi's voice

"¡En la cocina, cariño!" You exclaimed getting ready

"Hola" He said with a tired smile on, he went over and hugged you by the shoulders

"¿Que tal el entrenamiento?" (How was training?)

"Jodidamente cansador" (Fucking tiring) You smiled lightly shaking

"Hungry?"

"A lot" You hummed

"Go shower and get changed, you're home now, relax" You smiled at him kissing his cheek, making a small smile appear in his face and a light blush too.

But still, he went upstairs to shower and change meanwhile you prepared the snack that after Pablo's words of hunger turned into a proper dinner.

And in your head, you replayed all the ways this could go.

You were too deep into your thoughts that you didn't noticed Pablo was back, hair a bit wet, with some brown short and a white tee

"Preciosa" He snapped his fingers in front of you

"What?" you coughed up a little, recovering your voice

"You okay?" You nod "You've been stirring the chicken with the flame and gas turned off"

"Ah, mierda" You looked down the food and it was true, the food was ready but you kept stirring it "Sorry" You laughed "Was in my own world"

"What's wrong?" You sigh shaking your head "What did you wanted to talk about?" He asked

"What did you wanted to talk about?" He smiled

"I asked you first"

"But you said that first" He nodded face changing to a serious one "What is it then?" You asked in worry, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Seeing Pablo sigh made you stood straight

"Can we eat before doing this?"

"Can we do it now before eating this?" He sighed looking down

Pablo took a few seconds before lifting his head up and looked somewhere else "I think we should break up" Your eyes travelled to find his

"What?"

"You heard me"

"Why?" You acted confused

"These days everything has been stressful for me, I feel like we've kind of been doing our own things and I just... Yeah" He nodded several times "I don't want us to just simply fall apart because we've been friends since always and I think media these days have been a lot, I don't want you to get any of-" You cut him off

"Thank god" You sighed in relief showing a small smile

"What?" Gavi's face turned into a confused one

"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU TOO!" You exclaimed a bit happy "Dude, we're so in sync"

"What?" Gavi's face changed to a horror one "You what?" Color draining from his face, white as his tee.

"Yes, I wanted to break up with you too, Pablo" You said

"Fucking hell" You heard someone whisper "This went so bad"

"You're obviously focused on training meanwhile I'm working and studying" You huff "Maybe it's not our moment right now, who knows? But I'm so glad you think the same way because you just lifted a weight out of my shoulders, I didn't wanted to make you feel bad"

"Wait, no!"

"We can keep on touch, yes. But don't you think it'll be a bit awkward? I mean..." You made an obvious face as Gavi stood up from the seat and walked to be in front of you quickly "And all of this it's just a lot! These fangirls of yours saying stuffs that aren't true, twisting everything little thing up, they have been giving me hard days, let me tell you that. And the media? OH GOD! Let's not talk about that point... But it just... Gets harder and harder everytime to be with you. And you're absolutely right I felt like we somehow disconnected at some point" He started shaking his head quickly and attempting to grab your hands but you keep moving them one side to the other

"NO! NO! BABY, I'M PRANKING YOU! THIS IS A PRANK!" You stopped your ranting, pulling your best 'Shocked' face on

"Ay, maldición" You cursed out

"Do you really want to break up?" He whispered eyes filled with tears

"Pablo" Hearing you say his first name made him bury his face into his hands

"Please don't" He whispered and you launched yourself at him, hugging him

"I'm sorry"

"We can work this out. It's us, Y/N. It's always been us and it'll keep going on that way" He hugged you back tightly "Please, tell me. I'll do anything, we always fix our problems together. I'm sorry for this stupid prank I didn't meant it. I love you too much"

"I love you too, baby" He hugged you tighter to him

"What can I do?" You shook your head with a light smile on

"End up this stupid pranks-on-thing and that'll be enough" He was so into it that he nodded inmediately not realizing what you had just said

"Sure, of course. I'll do it in a heartbeat" He let you go for a second before he leaned onto the kitchen counter "Hijo de puta" (Son of a bitch)

"¡¿CÓMO COÑO ELLA SABÍA?!" (HOW THE FUCK DID SHE KNEW?!) You heard Javi scream

"¿¡POR QUIÉN CREES TÚ, MI AMOR!?" (WHO DO YOU THINK, MY LOVE!?) Aurora appeared laughing "¡ESO ES PARA QUE DEJEN LAS BENDITAS BROMAS!" (THAT'S FOR YOU TO STOP THE FREAKING PRANKS!)

You wanted to laugh but your eyes were stuck of Pablo, who with his head down walked straight towards the couch and threw himself at it

You inmediately following him and got yourself onto his back, when you realized he was indeed crying

"No, no, no" You murmured turning his head to you so you could kiss his left side repeatedly, your lips feeling wet because of his tears "It was just a prank, mi niño" You whispered

"Do you really want to break up?" You shook your head, your hands finding his underneath the cushion, Pablo's inmediately gripped yours

"No, I don't" You whispered

"Is it really hard to be with me these days?" He spoke softly

"It isn't, baby. I love everytime I spend with you"

"Have you been feeling like we're really falling apart?"

"Of course not, baby. We're stronger than ever" You kissed his side "I will never break up with you, mi amor. It was just for the prank, I swear to god. You're the love of my life" You whispered

"Just don't do this again"

"No, I won't" He shook his head "This hurts like hell, can't imagine how I was going to put you through that" You giggled a bit.

One of his hands untangled with yours and reached out behind for you, grabbed you by the waist and flipped you to be the big spoon as he cuddled up to your chest

"Yes, you're mean to me" He shook his head "It wasn't enough to nearly swipe my face off of my head"

"I'm still sorry for that and I'll always be" You giggled "¿Me das mimos?" (Give me cuddles?)

"Claro que sí, mi amor" (Of course) You kissed his forehead "Todos los que quieras" (All you want) You kissed him, feeling him smile against your lips

You saw Aurora come up in the corner of the room and you inmediately shushed her away. You grabbed your phone and texted her 'Bring over a full on plate with dinner, please?'

You didn't get a response but you did saw Aurora enter a few minutes later with a plate of the dinner youjust made

"We'll be going" She whispered as you nod smiling at her

"Thanks babe" You whispered, she ruffled her younger brother hair winning a groan from him and made him cuddle more up to you

"He's baby" You smiled at your boyfriend's figure "Talk to you later" You nod "Text you when we get home" You nod letting out a soft Please do. And with that they left your apartment

"Wanna eat a bit, baby?" You asked softly as he shook his head a bit "C'mon, only a bit. Don't wanna eat alone" You parted a bit of the chicken with your hands and offered it to Pablo who huffed, pulled his head up and ate it before bringing his head down once more "You're a baby" He hums

"Your baby" You smile kissing him and kept on babying him, loving him and feeding him taking all of his insecurities away. You nod

"My baby"

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@gaviypedrisbride

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Absolutely you should add smut were all whores here

"Hooked"

Sorry been really busy and I am still very busy and ai hate it so much cause I don't have the energy to write anymore after a shit ton of work and sleepless nights just to meet the deadline. Anyways, I will try to do the requests, enjoy ✌️

Hope you lot understand, sorry. 😔

Warning: smut (you already know)

Idk what is in here cause I didn't proof read, hope the wait was worth it tho? Don't come at me, I just wanted to get a fic out cause I've been dry the last few weeks. Enjoy ✌️

I always noticed Arthur's brother, Charles, would always stare at me when he gets the chance, especially when visiting tutur at the f2 paddock. He wasn't really like this back then, but then again, I had a massive glow up, my ass is big, hair fluffy, face of an angel, and body sculpted by the Gods to be perfect for any man. During our earlier days, Charles never reqlly paid me any attention, apart from the occasional hi and hello, nothing. He would just walk past without even a glance. But now, it seemed that every chance he got, he would stare at me and sometimes bite his bottom lip and give me those "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you beg me to stop" eyes.

Like right now, I feel a pair of eyes burning through the back of my head as I walked with Arthur to the ferrari hospitality. Without looking back I already knew who it is, and being the brat I am, I decided to be a little shit and put on a show. Accidentally dropping my wallet as I pulled it out of the pocket of my jeans that hugs my ass way too tight. Making sure I bend over more than required to get the wallet, and continue walking as if nothing happened.

—

After Arthur won his first race of the season, I couldn't contain my excitement, I jumped on him my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck and giving him little kisses on his cheeks.

"Oh my god, I'm so proud of you tutur."

I basically shouted at him so he could hear me over the noise of his team celebrating.

"Merci, couldn't done it without you flaunting your ass at my brother the whole day."

He said with a laugh as he urged me to get off him. He looked behind me and smacked my ass and laughing harder as I let out a small squeak.

"Looks like someone wants to celebrate with you."

He said close to my ear as he turned me around only to be met by Charles gaze that had a glint of something. I looked up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hi."

I said as I turned back around.

"I will spoon feed you your own shit."

I said to Arthur, trying to sound menacing but he just laughed.

"Arturooo!"

Charles said as he hugged Arthur.

"Can I borrow y/n for a moment?"

"Hehe just return him before the party."

"Of course."

"Huh? D-don't I get a say in this??"

I asked confused as Arthur just laughed as Charles dragged me somewhere.

"W-where are we going? And what exactly d-do you need me for?"

I asked nervously as his gripped tightened.

"I had a shitty race unlike Arthur, and I need you to help me with it."

He said nonchalantly as we arrived at his motor home, he pushed me in before getting in himself, he locked the door.

"A-and h-how wou-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as he pulled me to him and attached his lips to mine, kissing desperately as if it was his last day on earth. He pushed me against the door his hands tapped my thighs, urging me to jump. I obeyed and jumped, his strong arms holding me up as my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands that were feelings his biceps now pulling at his hair and clawing on his back, drawing groans from him. Biting and licking my bottom lip his gripped tightened on my thighs causing me to moan against his lips. His tounge entering my mouth with no warning, our tounges now dancing a ballad of groans and moans. Our kiss getting more desperate and sloppy by the second due to the lack of oxygen catching up to us. We pulled from each other, foreheads resting against the other and thin string of saliva attaching our lips.

"Let's go to my hotel room, it's better."

He said between heavy breathed as he put me down, but I leaned on him heavily almost falling as my legs seemingly turn to jelly.

"I didn't know you liked me?"

I asked surprised.

"You're the only outlet available."

He said with a laugh.

"But you might just be the best one yet."

—

As we arrived in his hotel room, he locked the door and put the do not disturb sign on the outside knob.

"What n-"

He attacked my lips again before I could finish my sentence.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy and listen and do everything I tell you."

He said as he pulled back, his hands on my cheeks.

"O-okay."

"Good, now get on the bed and undress for me."

I obeyed, getting on the bed and undressing 'til I'm naked.

"You were always my favourite, y/n."

"Huh?"

"Among all of Arthur's friends, you were always my favourite, did you know that?"

He asked as he got on top of me now only in his boxers. He body looked heavenly, his abs, his biceps, everything made me want to go feral. To lick his muscles after a gym session or after racing, to taste the saltiness of his sweat against tounge. To see him breathing heavily as he looks at me with tired eyes, to hear him say my name in a breathy whisper.

My thoughts got cut off by his mouth on my neck, kissing, biting and licking, leaving marks.

"I always thought you'd taste good. Addicting."

He mumbled against my neck, as his actions became rougher I began to squirm, trying to push him off, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"Ngh~ mhmmm~ no, s-stop. Please."

"I would stop, amour, but your moans decieve you. Do you really want me to stop?"

He asked as he began to pull away but not before biting hard.

"Mmm~ ngha n-no."

I said as my squirming slowed down, missing his mouth on my neck, missing his bites I pulled at his neck.

"You can try all you want, you won't win, y/n."

He said is a breathy voice as he continued to resist my pull.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He whisper against my ear as he bit it.

"Y-yes."

"Good boy."

He began to remove his boxers, I looked down excited to see what I would need to fit in. My eyes widened and I let out an involuntary moan as I saw his size. Very thick, with prominent veins and atleast 9 inches.

"Y-you're gonna kill me."

I said, now afraid of what would happen once the behemoth is burried in me.

"You can take it, and you will."

He said with a laugh as he spread my legs even more and grabbing the lube from the bedside drawer. He covered his fingers with the lube and putting one in me slowly, drawing moans from me. A second one went in and he started scissoring, the burning sensation slowly disappearing as he put in a third.

"Please, n-need you."

I said sounding desperate with my eyes closed and biting my lip.

"Are you sure?"

He asked sounding worried.

"Y-yes, f-fuck me, please."

I said as I began to squirm.

"Fine."

He covered his cock in obscene amounts of lube, hopefully enough. He got on top of me as he lined his cock with my hole, the head slowly going him, the burning, stretching sensation coming back worse. My hands fly to his back, pulling him to lay on me and clawing at him. He groaned as he felt the pain on his back and he slowly went deeper, we were both our of breathe now and he wasn't even half in.

"F-fuck, my self controll is not that strong, I'm seconds away from just fuck, just slamming into you."

He said against my ear, hot breathes fanning over.

"I-i-i don't m-mmmind."

I said with a chuckled as my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in further.

"You m-make me lose myself. Fuck"

He slammed into me without any more warning, I scream at the top of my lungs. He groaned as my clawing got more erratic, I felt something sticky on my fingers as I continued clawing. His groans became more frequent as he pulled back slowly and ramming back in.

"F-fuck, ngha."

He groaned as he bit my neck hard, leaving bite marks.

"P-please, f-fuck."

I couldn't finish a sentence nor a single thought as my mind short malfunctioned. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and he stayed still for a bit, catching his breath.

"You okay?"

He whispered in my ear.

"Mmmngh"

"I'll say, you're fine then."

He said with a laugh as he started to pull out, and go back in slowly. Slowly gaining more force and speed until he was just ramming into me, the bed squeaking after every thrust. He head burried in my neck, biting and leaving my, his hands exploring the sides of my body. My hands still clawing at his back, earning a groawn each time. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I don't w-we can make it f-for Arthur's p-party."

He said with a breathy chuckle as his assault on my ass did not ease a bit.

"Mmngg mmm ngh"

I could not form coherent words or anything, my mind completely blank apart from him, the feeling of him, the taste of him every about him. My body is tired, but he doesn't seem the least bit tired.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum."

He groans as his pace became more erratic, sweat dropping from his hair onto the sheets as he bit my neck, earning a moan from me. Our bodies sliding past the other. His hair sticking to his forehead, his back now slippery, my hands slide down, struggling to hold on. He let out small hisses of pain, due to the sweat coming in contact with the marks on his back.

"F-fuuuck"

He came deep inside me, burrying his face on my neck and biting roughly, with the last amount of energy I had left, my body began squirming trying to push him away, but he was much stronger he held my hands down and grinded his him against my, drawing out the pleasure. I felt his cum dripping out of my hole while he's still inside. By this time I already came more than 4 times, the feel of his cock pulsing inside me brought me unfathomable amounts of pleasure, knowing I'm the one he's with the one he's fucking.

"We need to do this again."

"Mmm"

"You do know, when I said again, I mean right now, right?"

He said with a laugh as his cock stayed hard inside me, after a few seconds he began to move again. Starting slow, my mind numb and body tired I couldn't do anything but let him, as he continued biting and licking my neck, my hand going up to his hair and stroking it.

"Y-you can say no if you don't want to anymore."

I don't what came over me, but my energy suddenyl came back after his words.

"You won't last as long as me, Leclerc."

I pushed him off me and made him lay on the bed as I began to ride him.

"You can try, but you won't succeed."

I said as I leaned down and made my marks on him.

"We both know, you just want to fuck me, but I'll have you hooked."

Idk what I wrote, cause half of this shit didnt get save so I had to rewrite, hope you enjoyed it ✌️

[cherrypeaking]

turn on your camera! (taehyun x fem!reader smut)

part 2 riiiiight here!

wc: 1.6k words

summary: it’s your first day working from home because of the pandemic. you’re supposed to have a call with your coworkers to confirm your attendance for today. little did you know taehyun was going to completely change the course of this video call with your coworkers…

warnings: some swearing, lots of teasing (i think), exhibitionism/voyeurism, squirting (?), pussy eating, sort of bratty sub!tyun

a/n: this is my first fic so i hope it’s fine… it’s heavily hinting at a part 2 which i’d love to write too… when i have time/energy tho haha hope you enjoyyyy <3

“Hello? Y/N? Oh, you’re on.” Beomgyu’s voice startled you a little, when you joined the video call.

“Yeah. Was that all I needed to do?” you asked, making him tsk in disbelief.

“Y/N you’re actually supposed to wait for the other guys to join the call.” He replied, already sounding done with you. “Plus, what did the boss tell us about having our cameras on? I can’t be the only one showing my face.” he added, frowning.

Today was your first day working from home, as the world was on lockdown because of the pandemic. Your coworkers and you were ordered by your superiors to have a video meeting to confirm one another’s attendance to work for the day.

Your boyfriend, Taehyun, had been a bit luckier — or not — considering he would only resume working within two more weeks. Therefore the two of you were home, today.

However, the boy had gotten so used to having your full attention everyday, that it was pure torture for him to let go of that — even just for a minute.

As Soobin, Yeonjun and Hueningkai logged into the room, Taehyun could hear their voices from afar, making him pout.

He had seen those guys before, there were times he had suspected maybe one or two of them liked you more than they should.

Perhaps today’s call was the perfect opportunity to show them that you were taken.

A falsely innocent smile crept upon Taehyun’s face as he turnt his head towards your direction, stepping up to you.

“Y/N, we’re all here now and we all have our cameras on!” Yeonjun cooed teasingly.

“Yeah Y/N! It’s fine if you’re still in your PJs, we won’t judge.” Hueningkai reassured you, between a fit of giggles.

That boy knew you so well; you were indeed still in your nightgown.

Sighing, you got rid of the paper hiding your laptop camera, before letting out a little gasp.

Taehyun.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Soobin seemed confused.

“Uhm… yeah yeah… sorry give me a second.” You asserted, still feeling your boyfriend planting kisses on your left thigh.

You weren’t sure when exactly he got himself so comfortably on his knees, right in front of you, but there he was, being needy.

Despite you trying to pull him away, he continued.

His kisses were making you shiver, more so than usual, because you were supposed to work today.

Taehyun clearly had other plans for the both of you though.

“Get off.” You whispered to him, trying to shake off your left leg to convince him to get away.

Hopefully the guys did not hear you.

Instead of obeying, like he normally would, Taehyun lifted your nightgown, granting him easier access to your panties.

You softly slapped his hand away, but the cheeky smile he gave you as he looked up, showed all you needed to know.

“Nah.” he whispered as well.

Unbelievable.

A moan inevitably escaped your lips when your boyfriend dove in head first, wanting to feel your cunt, even if it were through the fabric of your underwear.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!” Hueningkai’s voice brought you back to reality.

Oh shit.

“Beomgyu, since you’re the admin, could you turn on Y/N’s camera instead? Starting to get worried…” Yeonjun asked, getting a hum of approval from said boy.

Oh no no no no.

You panicked inside, and Taehyun’s touches — licks — through your panties were making it harder to think properly anymore.

When the camera was on, you officially lost it. It was as if your soul had left your body. It wasn’t you anymore, you refused to face such humiliation.

“There you g— uh.” Beomgyu froze. So did the others.

The silence was killing you, it seemed not to bother Taehyun one bit though, because he was still kissing your panties.

Out of panic, you stupidly waved to your coworkers.

“Hiii.~ You’ve met Taehyun right? My boyfriend? Haha…” You stammered, in extreme embarrassment.

Taehyun’s fingers pulling on your panties to uncover your pussy made you hiss, while he chuckled.

Soobin panicked as well.

“Beomgyu it’s better if you end the c—“

“What if I wanna watch?” Beomgyu’s answer surprised you.

But it got you even wetter.

You gulped, focusing your attention on Taehyun again. Your boyfriend was looking up at you, with pleading eyes.

He dragged the tip of his tongue up to your clit.

“S-stop teasing.” you groaned, leading him to immediately start lapping at your core like crazy.

It seemed all he needed was your final permission, to go on and do what he desired the most.

You tried taking a look at your laptop, only to see that, whereas your coworkers had not left the room, they had turnt off both their cameras and mics.

While you thought that was very weird, it made it easier for you to completely concentrate on what your boyfriend was doing.

Not having pairs of eyes peering at you made you regain your composure.

You gripped on Taehyun’s hair to push him closer to your pussy, earning an enthusiastic moan of his against your skin.

“Pretty boy, show them how good you make me feel.” You sweetly told him, petting his hair.

Taehyun was shivering just from your words.

Having his face so close to your cunt made it harder for him to look directly at you, but he didn’t mind — he could smell and taste you all he needed.

“Woah… Oh— shit.” Hueningkai’s voice caught you off guard, as he quickly cut off his mic again.

Your attention drifted back to Taehyun who was devouring you, as if he had not been able to eat you out for months.

“My baby enjoys being watched too hm?” you softly asked, before letting out a long moan of pleasure, because of his nose bumping into your clit.

All he did was nod and get back to licking your inner lips, then outer lips again; nibbling on your inner thighs here and there.

Your legs were starting to tremble because of all his attentions, you were panting more heavily, taking a look at your screen again to see that the guys were, yet still, in the call.

Perverts.

“Baby I’m getting close…” you warned your boyfriend, but he was unshakeable.

He kept going, giving a bit more attention to your clit.

With one hand he was keeping your panties away from your cunt, to keep it uncovered. With the other, he was rubbing circles right above your clit, to tease you a little more, just as you liked.

“J-just like that…” you whimpered, feeling a familiar warmth in your stomach.

You bit your lower lip, wanting to last a bit longer, but knowing you were being watched, let alone by your coworkers, was driving you wild.

“My love… please come on my… f-face…” you almost didn’t hear your boyfriend mumble against your folds.

He was asking you that, as if his cheeks, chin, lips and nose weren’t already getting sticky from being so close to your pussy.

“Y-you really want your face all wet huh?” you whimpered out, letting your head rest a little lower on the couch, finally letting go of Taehyun’s hair.

The latter pulled away a little just to answer you, as he rubbed your clit with his fingers instead for a few moments.

“Yes… and I want everyone to see.” You gasped, biting your lower lip harder.

It finally hit you. Taehyun had done all of that because he was jealous.

A knowing grin formed onto your face as you nodded.

“Okay.” And you quickly pushed his face onto your cunt again. “Less words, more actions baby.”

“Y-yes.” he moaned against you, unconsciously bucking his hips up into air with excitement.

“Damn your boyfriend is down bad for you, Y/N…” Yeonjun commented, maybe he didn’t care if you could hear him anymore.

If it were not for Taehyun’s perfect oral skills you would’ve giggled, instead you just replied, looking at your boyfriend, then at the camera.

“He is, isn’t he?” Taehyun nodded vigorously, catching your clit in his lips to completely give his all to you and finally make you reach your climax.

You moaned a little louder that time, gripping less on Taehyun’s hair; petting it more.

“W-Would never do anything without my permission, right?” you asked him, implying to Taehyun he was going to be in big trouble for all of his shenanigans later.

Taehyun nodded again, but kept going, thrusting his hips into nothing over and over, messily suckling on your clit then licking your folds all over again.

Both of you were panting, heavily.

In the end, you came in a breathy squeal, turning your head to face the couch and hide yourself.

Taehyun’s eyes lit up as your juices landed mostly on his awaiting tongue, the rest hitting his cheeks and chin.

He sighed in relief, not caring much about his own arousal at the moment.

When you finally came back down from your little high, you heard Soobin’s voice.

“Thanks for the show I guess!” You rolled your eyes at his words.

“Your exhibitionism kink is safe with me!” Yeonjun assured you before leaving the call.

“I won’t tell anyone!” Kai followed the eldest and left as well.

Only Beomgyu was remaining, which worried you for a little.

“You. One word to our boss and I’m—“

“Don’t worry, it was a nice show. Have fun you two.~ Today has just started after all… right?” He cut you off, ending the call altogether.

Taehyun and you were all alone then. You were finally realizing everything that occurred right then and there. When looking back at Taehyun, the vision was very much delectable.

The poor boy was still panting, his hard-on was painful and looking at your spent body was not helping him.

But the cold tone in your voice snapped him out of his reverie. Taehyun’s eyes widened in anticipation.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you’ve done. You’re in big trouble baby.”

a/n: help me idk how this app works >< hope that was ok hahahahaha! bye bye!!

[sangwooooh]

Why won’t you speak?

“As I am standing over your dead, rotting body, I wonder: are you cold?”

Story: between Dick and Jason, Bruce adopts another hurt boy. M/n was around before Dick left, so he really considers him his older brother. When Jason comes around, M/n can’t help but feel jealous. After all, M/n is weak. He can’t be Robin.

Warnings and additional notes: M/n is using crutches to walk because of a car accident in which he took part at the age of twelve, the car accident that killed his parents. Bruce Wayne takes him under his wing, making sure he gets all the medical support he needs, making sure he is cared for. M/n is envious of Bruce’s soft spot for Jason. Major character death. Canon compliant… ? There are things added by me, of course.

—. —

The large doors of the library open with a burst of uncharacteristic storm.

“When has Batman died and put you in charge.” Jason’s shoes make an almost soundless approach in M/n’s direction.

M/n chuckles, “Oh my, aren’t you an opinionated little brat?”

Jason’s tongue clicks. No. He ain’t doing this shit. He takes a few more steps towards his tormentor.

“ I am Robin.” He points towards his chest. “Me. Not you, M/n. I should be in charge, not you.” He might not be in his suit, but he is Robin. And not even this bastard could take that away from him.

“Yeah, yeah. Listen here, you little asshole. You need to calm down. I don’t like you getting in my face. You annoy me. ” M/n rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms, leaning on the windowsill. The library is getting too crowded for the both of them. “Well, you don’t really have a choice. I’m older, more responsible. Don’t you have to listen to me or something?” Jason locks eyes with his fake brother, watching the words fall from his lips like boredom in the wind.

“You’re only two years older. Don’t act superior just because you’ve been here a little longer than me.” Jason wants to scoff, instead he draws back. Only to rethink his decision and bite. “Even so, I am Robin. And you’re just sickly prickly M/n. Nothing special there.”

There is a crack in M/n’s smile. Small, but noticeably there. Almost makes Jason regret it. Almost.

M/n scoffs, hiding the hurt, “You need to calm down, little asshole. It’s Alfred who holds the rule anyway. Don’t even know why you’d think it’d be useless, little me.” M/n tilts his head tauntingly, picking up his crutches and making his way out of the library. “Congratulations though. You’re pathetic.”

Jason rubs his eyes in exasperation. They will never get along. Never.

“Master M/n, is everything alright?” M/n tries to calm himself, almost bumping into Alfred. He feels like he’s gonna burst, but he can’t let the tears fall.

“Oh, Alfred… Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” M/n forces a smile. And he is sure it doesn’t fool Alfred. The elder man always knows.

“It’s quite alright, Master M/n. My question stands, however. Is everything alright?”

M/n averts his eyes, “Of course.” He stumbles a bit with his crutches as he tries to pass Alfred.

“You should try and get along with Master Jason. He is family. You two are family now, Master M/n.”

M/n doesn’t even feel like protesting. This Jason boy came after Dick left, almost as if their father was trying to replace his oldest son. And M/n can’t bear the thought of that. Of course he doesn’t like Jason. They’ll probably never get along.

“Alright then.” Alfred smiles and helps M/n down the stairs. “How about some tea?”

M/n relaxes slightly in the comfort of Alfred’s warm arms, “That sounds great, Alfred.”

Going down the stairs is becoming harder and harder for M/n. It’s like his legs are becoming lazier and lazier, which is normal considering the doctors already informed them about the changes waiting to happen. M/n doesn’t dwell on it most of the time. However, there are those moments of silence in which he can’t help but want to hit his head with something or accidentally drop one of those candles onto his own clothes. Jason had caught him in one of those moments in the library earlier. M/n gets nastier in terms of behavior around then, and truly he doesn’t have any interest in insulting Jason that much (just a little). The little prick just knows how to find his moments.

They get to the bottom of the stairs, but Alfred doesn’t let go. The man really knows everything.

When Bruce gets home, things haven't necessarily changed in any way. Alfred meets Bruce in the foyer, as it usually is when Bruce comes back from business. And then there is Jason who runs ahead of his brother and forcefully throws himself at Bruce with all his young years and fire thrumming in his veins, like he owns the world and Bruce, as well, with it. The man once young boy himself remembers owning the world once, it was not bare then. Behind, with struggle unfit for a child, M/n staggers forth with his ebony crutches. Jason does not let go of his hugs easily, in fact he holds on as if Bruce would disappear if he ever dared to let go earlier than he should. Thus, the man lets his son hug him tight. Moments later, Jason reluctantly lets go, making way for his older brother, who visibly stumbles on an uprise in the carpet.

M/n yelps as one crutch gets caught in the crimson material. He falls in front of everyone's eyes, but is caught by Alfred who is nearer to him. Bruce wants to reach out, he would've reached out. Yes. If, just so, he were closer to his son. Alas, distance is great in between them.

They head into the living room where Jason tells Bruce all about his exploits around the manor and how Bruce’s bedroom is actually haunted when he isn’t there. That gets a smile out of the man, rare as they are. His life has become increasingly livelier since Jason became part of the family. After all, the quiet of Dick’s departure was sadly difficult for one little M/n to fill, though the efforts were there. Bruce just… couldn’t make himself meet his son halfway.

After dinner Alfred corners him in the emptiness of Bruce’s study (not his, his father’s study). The older man wears that look on his face, the one he shows only to Bruce and especially when he ‘s done something bad, like stealing a cookie when he was younger, or choosing to dress up as a bat.

“You should talk to him more.” Alfred keeps his eyes on Bruce and the man once boy under that gaze doesn’t know if he should look away or try to dominate the stare down. It’s an automatic response, he reckons. It would never work on Alfred, either way.

“Jason is fine, he talks to me now.” That gets another smile out of Bruce. He fears these days he is getting stiffer, body hardening with the darkness and the years. Maybe he is actually growing softer?

“It’s not Jason I’m worried about, sir.” Alfred leans forward and places a tray with two cups and a teapot on it. It smells good, roses and camomile?

“M/n? Should I think there’s something wrong with him?” Bruce raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, sir. Should you not?” Alfred continues to look at him, almost as if his eyes harden. It’s hard to tell, even with the bat’s experience.

“Is something wrong with him?” Bruce takes a seat on his father’s old leather chair that was once black but now tints to brown. The chair sighs underneath him with tiredness becoming of age.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself, sir?”

Bruce would ask. He really would. He should… but it’s late. The boy probably sleeps already. “It’s late, Alfred. Some other time, perhaps?”

Alfred scrutinizes him, yet ends in a half concealed sigh. He wasn’t going to tell his Bruce, the stubborn and with years worth of guild child he so much wished fulfillment to about how his son still stands at the dinner table, ashamed to ask for help and beating himself down over how he would never be good enough to help his father the way his younger brother does. No, Alfred shall deal with that himself, as he always does. Foolish master Bruce. He ends with a, “You know best, sir.”

Bruce doesn’t know best. He’s never felt himself as holding the power of knowing whats and ifs and what ifs. The ‘what if’ of the situation, it always arises at the time when his weakness fills him with the dread of what has been. What if he’d said “let’s stay for another movie” the night his parents died. What if he’d spent more time trying to talk with Dick instead of arguing foolishly and towards nothing, like the boy wasn’t the son he so cared for, like he hadn’t been the only once. What if he’d listened to Alfred and talked with M/n more, mended the disruption between him and Jason. What if he’d protected Jason the way he should’ve protected him, the way his soul screamed to keep the boy safe because how can you let someone else suffer when it is you who should have been? It should never have been Jason. Not his Jason. Not his boy. Not his hope and his dreams and the one he holds as if he were holding his younger self. Not the Jason who laughed so hard whenever something remotely funny came to light. Not the Jason who ran to the door to welcome Bruce, jumping into his arms with all his young years and fire thrumming in his veins, like he owns the world and Bruce, as well, with it. ‘Welcome home, dad.’ Not… Not Jason. Not Jason, God, please, not him. Don’t let it be like this, Bruce’s soul screams as it trashes and shoves and splits, stabbing and scratching and killing to get out.

Jason Todd, beloved son and brother, full of fire and full of life

with all his young years and fire thrumming in his veins, like he owns the world and Bruce, as well, with it

The morning Bruce has to come home and let Alfred and M/n know that Jason won’t be home for dinner tonight or any other night, the sun shines on a clear sky. It smiles upon the Wayne lands, over the gardens and the pond. M/n is there with the flowers, reading a book. ‘The three musketeers’ the title reads. Does M/n enjoy reading? Maybe he does. Bruce isn’t around enough to figure out a pattern.

M/n’s eyes raise from the pages, smile a bright one, as the sun above them with a glint in his eyes and hair tussled with sleep and the ends of dreams.

Bruce must look all the wiser and the better and the all powerful because his son’s smile becomes smaller with what Bruce can only read as surprised… a little concern as well.

“Welcome back, dad.” The boy speaks, voice carried by the breeze and the petals of the flowers.

Bruce says nothing. He can’t bring himself to. Because how can you ever begin. How… How do you tell your son his brother has died before they even had the chance to make up after an argument? How do you let your son know, he will be in a quiet house yet again? How do you tell your son you’ve killed his brother?

M/n’s smile falters yet again. And he must sense something because he looks around. Behind Bruce, to the gate, to the flowers and to the door where no one but Alfred stands.

“Where is Jason?” His smile is gone by now, replaced by something akin to curiosity. “Did he get lost?” A small laugh bursts at that.

M/n locks eyes with Bruce again.

Bruce isn’t smiling. His lips haven’t even twitched. In fact, Bruce thinks he is getting worse by the second and it must be showing in some way because M/n forces himself to keep a smile on as he struggles to get up with the help of a crutch. He almost falls twice, but stands almost straight soon, book closed in hand, a finger inside to keep the page. The boy is pretty far into the book. Bruce doesn’t know if it’s the first, the second or the third volume.

“Dad… are you alright?” His son asks him with those alight eyes that speak the language of the sun and the moon. He looks around again, maybe he hopes to see the brother he so is annoyed by. There is no annoyance in his eyes. “Where is Jason, dad? I didn’t see him go inside.”

There’s a shake in Bruce’s eyes, a tremor of the lips. M/n pushes himself forward on the crutch. It gets stuck in the grass for a second, but it does not stop the son from approaching the bat with no suit, no protection.

A shove closer, half a stumble backwards.

“… dad?” Bruce lets his son see his head fall down, down, down, looking at the grass next to his shoes. Bruce thinks he shook his head somewhere in between the burn of the sun on his neck and the thud of ‘The three musketeers’ by Alexandre Dumas, fallen to the earth. For a moment, Bruce imagines the volume as his own head, rolling on the too green grass, blood dried and burned by the sun.

“M/n… Why do you hate me?”

“…”

“Have I… done something that wrong? I know I can be annoying and loud and sometimes want attention, but I don’t mean what I say to you. I never do, not the bad stuff at least.”

“I… I don’t hate you, Jason. How could I? You’re everything I wish I was.”

“Why?”

“Aha… I think I say all I say and blame you all the time because, not so deep down, I’m envious of you.”

“Envious? How could you possibly be envious of me? You’re older and you’re smart… and you don’t get into trouble with the teachers.”

“Ha, well, I suppose I’m envious because dad is close to you, the way he isn’t with me. And… and because you are with him the way I could never manage.”

“But… it’s really not that hard. Just talk to dad, I’m sure it’s gonna be alright.”

“Aren’t you wise.”

“Ha ha. I’m serious, M/n. If you want something, just do it.”

“See? That’s why I’m envious of you.”

… or maybe I admire you for it. Is what M/n imagines late at night, a conversation that could have been between Jason and him, especially close after the funeral, when Dick drinks in his room and their dad drinks in his study and Alfred cleans up the dinner none of them really taste any more, but only eat as unfeeling corpses coveted in a quiet house.

Part 2:

[animexsrenma]

Lord 2nd

Warnings: nsfw

After my comeback, I just had to write about my favorite<3

"Next thing you know, you’re laying on your stomach, ass in the air"

——

Just like every other day, you pack your husband’s lunch, some onigiri along with veggies. You leave a little note on a post-it: "I love you, have a good day Lord 2nd<3"

Of course, your husband never shows you how much he appreciates this little gesture of yours, but deep down, you know he is a sucker for it. He is a sucker for you.

Around lunch time, like every other day, he opens his lunch bunch, more eager to see your note than to actually eat. And yes, he keeps all of them in his office drawer along with a picture of you and some previously stollen panties. He is a sucker for you after all. Usually, he can contain himself and wait until his shift is over to see you, but not today. He must see you now, so he sends one of his bodyguards to bring you back to his office.

At first, you’re concerned, worried something might trigger him and you were right. His bulge between his legs is stopping his precious work. He welcomes you and sit on the couch in his office. Next thing you know, you’re laying on your stomach, ass in the air, with him slapping and squeezing the flesh of it. He slaps your ass, hard and wiggles your butt. Oh man does he loves that, and you can feel his cock stretching against the fabric of his pants.

"Sorry baby couldn’t help but think about you today."

And he lifts you off his laps just so you can be on your knees before him. He puts his hand behind his head and waits for you to unzip his pants. Poor man can’t do anything without you, and you know exactly how to turn him on even more.

"Lord 2nd, may I suck your dick, pleasee?"

Such a nasty stuff asked so politely he thought for himself, as you look at him with doe eyes. But it is no secret how it makes him even harder when you refer to him with his tittle. And you do just that, unzipping his pants and taking him whole in your mouth. You may have been married for a couple of years now, his big size is never easy to take. His cock is just perfect, a little more than 8 inches with a crazy diameter, a moderately large vein on the side and a perfect pink tip. Well… usually it’s pink but in moments like these, his tip is more like an angry red, just waiting to burst. You suck him way to good, you’re overqualified he thinks, but he would never tell you that. Instead, he just moans like a little boy who’s having his first time even tho both of you are extremely active. A little concerning your friends would say even.. You just can’t get away from each other.

You know his lunch break is short, and his bodyguards will ask for him soon so, you do his favorite things. You run your tongue along his vein, massage his balls and suck really hard on his tip.

It is not long before his hips buck uncontrollably, and he’s a mess. His hands are now in your hair, pulling them, you are just too good for him. It is only a matter of seconds before he cums, pulling out of your mouth to mark your face. He moans as he paints your face white and you can’t do anything but to take it from him, even if it is in his office.

It takes him a couple of seconds to regulate his breathing but when he does, he puts his now soft length in his boxers and pulls his pants up, you are still on your knee waiting for him to clean you up. And that is when the door opens abruptly.

"Lord Hokage!"

His bodyguard wanted to inform his superior about something, but he’s instead faced with his wife on her knees, her face covered in cum. He is so surprised he just stays there, silent.

Your husband chuckles..:

"Come on, you thought I never did things like that? I to have martial duties you should know."

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {pt 2}

Parts: One , Three

Synopsis: Small Family moment with your Brothers. Ao’nung confesses why he stayed. Ao’nung hissing at his mom 

“Sister. I bring you my hunt today” Lo’ak said barging in as if you hadn’t been asleep. 

Groaning, you rubbed your head as you sat up. “Eywa, Lo’ak you could have at least made noise just so i wake up normally”

“Sorry” 

You could see Neteyam come up behind him and smacked him. 

“You’ll be happy to know Everything is well in the family. Cant say Lo’ak hasn’t gotten into a few scuffles here and there however”

“ I have not!”

“Of course he did”

Neteyam nodded. He had always been able to confide with you as you two both had the same responsibility to look after your youngers. “I am guilty of it too tho. Had to make sure this Skxawng didn't get lost as sea as well” 

“Translation: He wanted to have fun” Lo’ak Said slicing the fish he had Brought to you

You could only roll your eyes as you took a bit of the fruit that had been left there. 

“I heard Ronal isn’t at all too pleased to know Ao’nung stayed here last night” Neteyam said

“HE STAYED HERE? AT NIGHT? WITH YOU?”

“Oh please I was asleep. Apparently the fool slept sitting” you spoke watching Lo’ak prepare your food. Luckily enough he was getting better and better. Perhaps your mother taught him a thing or two. “However, I am going to ask Ronal if she could Teach me. Not train me per say but hopefully something so i can repay her kindness. I mean once this baby is born its really just Tsireya. I would like to help her, you know?” 

“Hmm Maybe. If Ronal would allow you such” Neteyam said Splitting the food to you three. 

“Where’s The rest of the family?”

“Mom is preparing some food for Kiri and Tuk. I think Dad’s still Out with Tonowari? I dont know for what really tho so i cant really say” Neteyam spoke handing you bits and pieces of the fish and fruit.

It made you smile, and roll your eyes. You weren’t a child but it was nice of him to know he still cared for you as such. Even tho you werent at all that much younger than him. 

“I see” You nodded as you continued to eat. You should give Lo’ak credit for the meat being prepared well. 

“Its nice all of us. Eating like this” 

“Yeah cause we don't eat” You spoke feeling a hard slap to your side. “LO’AK?”

“You know what i mean okay”

“Lo’ak do not hurt our sister. Cant you see she is on her deathbed” 

“You both are the worst you know? It would be you dead if i hadn’t stepped in you know?” 

It was just this for a while. You didnt count the seconds that passed. You just basked in it. But soon they had to leave. You bid them farewell and to tell the rest of the family to enjoy their night. As you sat there. Waiting. And it hadn’t been long till you heard the jostling of beads at the door. 

“You may come in” 

To no one's surprise but maybe Ao’nung himself. He stepped in. “Mother brought this” he spoke, handing you the bowl of very still Wet Algae along with some roots that had been boiled alongside it. “Its suppose to help with any internal pain you may feel"

“Thank you” If it was bitter tasting well you didnt have to let him know. “ i heard you got one nasty cramp on your back since you stayed here last night”

“Well you heard wrong”

“Ao’nung. I saw you” You said giggling a bit to see his ears flatten. 

“Alright well what do you want me to do? You were basically giving me your last words last night. Cant exactly sleep knowing id be blamed for leaving you alone”  He said moving the mess your brother’s didnt exactly clean up. 

“Im sorry i left you on such a bad note” You apologized. Drinking the last bit of the bland broth and chewing on the roots. 

“Man. Your Brothers suck at cleaning you know?” 

“They tried their best” You could only chew harder. The question is harboring in your mind “may i ask you something?”

“You already did.  But go on” Ao’nung sat in front of you. 

“Do you think, I could ask your mother to teach me some stuff? Not Tsahik training or anything of that sort. But just to help her when your sibling is born?”

“I mean i dont think she’ll like it all too much. But she's a reasonable woman. So i know she'll teach you if you ask” Ao’nung took your fruit bowl from you and began eating “But you are the most Reasonable from your siblings too. Given you haven’t gotten into fights and you have learned our ways faster than your siblings. Well aside your sister” 

“ i guess you’re right, Maybe i did more good in not joining in on kicking your ass”

“Pff. You think you can beat me?”

“In anything Fish lips”

Ao’nung couldn't help but laugh. Making you smile as you watched. 

“I think this is the first time i heard you laugh like that. Its nice” you smiled at him looking at the floor as you felt your hair fall down. 

“Was the way i laughed before ugly or something?”

“Way to ruin the moment” you laughed a little rubbing your temple. “I meant in a sense where you aren't laughing out of mocking someone y'know?”

“Oh”

“Yeah oh” You Were getting tired. The food and the pain numbing as you laid down. “Now if you may. You better get going before your mother gets mad for you staying here again” you didn’t wait for a respond. Not that you could hold the sleep coming to you

But Ao’nung didnt move. His spear now at his side as he sat between your sleeping form and the only entrance to this place. He didn't know why. But something in him told him to just protect you while you were in this vulnerable state. 

He thought himself crazy. Why was he so persistent on caring for you? Why did he agree with his mother? Why wasn’t he bothered? But seeing you just lay there made him think. Made him fall back on seeing your body heave and wheeze with the pain of having an open wound. You were nearly dead. You almost died. It did not only affect Tsireya but himself too. 

He just kept watch grip tightening when he heard the faintest of noise. Tail laying atop of you making sure you kept breathing. Letting out a low hiss when he saw the curtain open. But quickly dropping his ears. 

“Ao’nung! Its time you head home” His mother spoke. Stern and cold. Looking down at you as you didnt stir. 

“But”

“No, I will not argue this. You are to go home and she will be sleeping here tonight alone. You can see her again tomorrow evening. I dont know why you want to but you can then. For now go home and head to bed” She ordered leaving no room to argue. 

She watched as he bit back his tongue. Standing up spear in hand as he walked out. Ronal only turned to look at you. Placing the wet paste on top of the sheer wraps around you. “ I dont get what this boy sees in protecting you. You are safe and alive. It should be enough” She muttered out. 

“Nete..yam” 

She looked at you. Your worried expression trembled as your hand shook and moved slightly, reaching out. She could only sigh in exhaustion. ‘Soon’ she thought as she had to think. She would rather swallow her pride than let Neytiri help her as she had offered for helping her children. But realistically what other option was there, she thought. 

“Hush now. You are well as is he” she could only whisper as if to ease your worried mind. Eywa had saved you, and that should be enough.

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

hi I'm the one who asked for the shipping reaction, yes I meant idol!y/n and I'd like it to be romantic

I'm sorry for the confusion 😅

no problem lovey, i just wanted to make sure i got it right for you!! here it is :)

warnings: making out is mentioned. excessively. (for humor.)

seungcheol: this man has been simping for you for the longest time atp. like from the moment he saw you at some award show. he went home and immediately looked up your group and the music videos and watched through them all. he's had a thing for you since then, and then you became friends through a mutual friend (mingyu) and he was absolutely correct in his initial assumption that he'd be obsessed with you for as long as he lives. and when i say obsessed i mean this man DREAMS about you. he wakes up reaching for you even though you've never spent a single night anywhere near his bed. so he's ready for the rumors, baby. he's HOPING someone asks him about you. he's praying dispatch catches you on one of your biweekly coffee dates. he wants the world buzzing with thoughts of the two of you together. he is so damn tired of trying to beam the message into your brain but also doesn't want to wreck a perfectly good friendship if he thinks his feelings are totally coming out of left field. so when the shipping finally starts after you film a dance challenge together he's like "see? we're made for each other" and you're like ???? you liked me??? this whole time??? and he's like "HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW" and you're like "I LIKE YOU TOO OMG" because of course you do, you have eyes. and then you make out.

jeonghan: he literally created no less than sixty fake instagram profiles, with the help of his boys, to start dating rumors between the two of you and convince you that everyone sees you two together/thinks you should date. it becomes a whole thing, tho -- pretty soon the whole internet agrees with him. every time you go live fans ask about him. your company is a chill company with no dating ban but they send you an email being like "do we need to confirm this for your sake??" you have honestly never thought about him specifically like that until this all started happening, but as time goes on you realize jeonghan is everything you ever wanted. he's beautiful and kind to you and your family absolutely loves him. in short, you're whipped for him. and so finally, you ask him to come over, and you confess your growing feelings for him, which he reciprocates fully. he promptly asks you out. you have played right into his hands and he's more proud of himself than he's ever been in his whole life. and then you make out.

joshua: he is the most polite, most genuine man in the universe, so he's NEVER crossing that line of his own accord. and it gets rough. the two of you are literally perishing with desire for one another. you hang out every single day and the looks that pass between you -- desperate, yearning looks -- have the other members cringing and throwing up and BEGGING joshua to make a move. he will not do it because he doesn't want to take advantage of you or make your career/life difficult. finally wonwoo gets fed up with you two. when he gets trapped in a room with the both of you, he tells you both, "the internet is shipping you two." you both blush and look at each other. finally you ask joshua, "what do you think about that?" and joshua's like, "i think that sounds....really nice." wonwoo's like "omg FINALLY" and once he leaves the room, you both confess your longtime feelings for each other and agree to give dating a try. he holds your hand through the whole talk because he knows how nervous you get when confronting your own feelings. you've never smiled harder in your life and joshua's eyes have never been prettier than when he looks at you like he's looking at you. and then you make out.

jun: jun about to mr. darcy this mf. he has this dumb crush on u but he's so anxiety-ridden that he literally does nothing about it but is a blushing mess around you. you find him so incredibly cute all the time that naturally you become his bestie. he slowly falls more in love with you the more you spend time together but still can't find the right words to tell you just how precious you are to him. it's the shippers that push him over the edge, though. he can tell it makes you uncomfortable to be talked about like that, and that worries him EVEN MORE. and so he corners you one day and ruffles his hair all tortured-like and goes "ok so do you just want people to mind their business or do you feel uncomfortable with the idea of dating me?" and you're like "oh it's most definitely the first one because you're a fine piece of manhood" and he's like "oh? well allow me to confess that you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love...i love...i love you". (yes this is happening at sunrise.) anyway, he tells you that he's liked you from day one, and he'll love you until day infinity. and then you make out.

soonyoung: he approaches you one day and just plops down like he usually does, but this time he takes one of your hands in his. "my fans are geniuses," he says, very seriously, which of course makes you laugh. when you ask why, he brings up his most recent live. you were watching -- you always watch his lives and he always watches yours -- but you had the comments turned off so you could focus on what he was saying. "a lot of the comments were talking about you," he tells you, referring to the recent dispatch photos of you and soonyoung out on the town together. "they said we should date." and suddenly the room is hotter, and you're looking at soonyoung like the world is in his eyes. because for you it is, and it has been. you spend the rest of the evening together, talking about your relationship and your feelings for each other, and slow dancing in the kitchen. and then you make out.

wonwoo: he's pretty much unaffected by shipping/rumors. literally does not care one bit about them. but he's still so in love with you he can hardly see straight. it's only logical that people have started to notice the way he can't keep his eyes off you at events and award shows where you're both in attendance, and are drawing attention to it. to him, this is a perfectly normal progression of events. still, he waits for you to say something because he knows how complicated relationships with other famous people can be and he doesn't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with. so it's you who approaches him, and it's you who admits that your feelings are less-than-professional and more-than-friendly for him -- exacerbated by the shipping talk, but definitely there before any of that started happening. but then it's him who says, "it's about damn time," and pulls you into his chest for a massive hug. and then you make out.

jihoon: literally why do i feel like jihoon would become the clumsiest most awkward dude if someone hinted that he might like you?? idk i just think my guy would externally be like "hahaha wow that's crazy" when someone pointed out how he'd helped you down off the stage after a music bank performance (and had coincidentally beat minghao to the job even tho minghao was standing a lot closer and was a lot more ready than he was), but internally would be screaming bloody murder BECAUSE SOMEONE NOTICED AND WHAT IF YOU FIND OUT AND THINK HE'S A CREEP AND EVERYTHING GOES WRONG. so he literally cannot be normal around you. gets his hair caught in his headphones during a recording sesh with you and instead of trying to untangle it like a normal human he just rips his hair out. runs into the studio glass. forgets the words to his own song, that he wrote, because he's staring at your lips. finally you just say, "you're being weird. is this because people are shipping us?" and he nods. "i'm sorry...i didn't want you to feel uncomfortable," you say, but he shakes his head. "i like you SO much," he confesses. "and i don't want to screw it up." your jaw drops and you throw your arms around him. and then you make out.

seokmin: he's been joking about being your boyfriend since you met. but little do you know, he wasn't actually joking and really does want to be your boyfriend. but since he's joking all the time, it's a bit difficult to tell that he's serious. until the joke about him being your boyfriend becomes common knowledge among seventeen, who obviously think it's hilarious that you don't know he actually is in love with you. so they tease him all the time about his "girlfriend" during concerts and lives, and eventually fans learn it's you they keep jokingly calling his girlfriend, and it becomes a whole bit for awhile between seventeen and carats. you play along, until you start to sense it bothers seokmin. ever a comedian, you find this odd -- so you ask him. and he's a terrible secret keeper so he tells you that he wasn't joking the ENTIRE TIME, and he'd literally die for you if you asked. this, of course, makes you all kinds of happy, and when you start to giggle he's like "are u laughing at me :(" and you're like "no you dummy I AM ABSOLUTELY DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR YOU" and then you make out.

mingyu: mingyu would just become dumb and giggly around you. kind of like the less uncomfortable jihoon. gets extra clumsy around you and makes a complete fool of himself. breaks everything within a ten-meter radius when he knows he's gonna get to see you that day. the rumors begin because my mans cannot hide his true feelings for even a single second, and he's such a cuddler that he literally gives you a hug on live television. this is the catalyst. this is why fans spam both of your posts on instagram with requests for you two to go on a date. and since you are not an IDIOT, but he is a little bit, you bring it up to him. "so, they think we should date. i think they might be onto something." you give him a significant look, and his eyes get all wide and happy. "really?" he says with excitement. "you'd want to go on a date with me?" and you look him up and down, considering his literally god-like figure and his bright eyes and his perfect smile and go, "yeah, i really would love to go on a date with you." and then you make out.

minghao: is also not the type to give any mental space to any kind of rumor/shipping, but is also extremely whipped for you regardless. when he learns about the shippers he privately is amused because he actually does want to date you, but hasn't told you yet. and you don't bring it up either, worried it will upset him, because as far as you can tell, you're both just friends. although the way he takes care of you is so gentle and thoughtful and kind that you can't resist him. you know it might be your imagination, but you are starting to notice his hugs are a bit tighter, and his eye contact a bit more prolonged. finally it gets to a point where people are constantly asking both of you about each other, so you decide to broach the subject with him. "oh, that," he says when you bring it up. "i'm not worried about it." "i just don't want to be an inconvenience to you," you tell him. he shakes his head. "that could never happen. sometimes it feels like you're the only part of my life that's easy." and coming from hao, you know this is a confession. and then you make out.

seungkwan: bro is COMING APART AT THE SEAMS. he literally embarrasses himself every single time he sees you once the rumors start. because honestly, his feelings started before the rumors, but he refused to acknowledge them until his members started teasing him about you. you'd recently done a variety show together, and even the show hosts commented on how natural and flirty your chemistry had been. and now everything is tense and weird between you two when you hang out, and it's getting ridiculous. "do you care so much about shippers?" you ask him, a bit annoyed. "huh?" he responds, taken aback. "what are you even talking about?" "these people who say we should date? does it bother you that much?" a light of understanding hits seungkwan then, and he takes a deep breath. "okay, no. that doesn't bother me at all," he says. "it makes me nervous." "why?" you ask. "because they're right and i know it," he admits. "i really should ask you out." before you can stop yourself, you reply, "then do it!" he laughs. and asks you out. and then you make out.

vernon: in my brain, vernon has not looked at his phone notifications since 2014. if he had, he'd know about the shippers. but he hasn't, so he doesn't even know...until he gets an email from pledis about it. "did you know people want us to date?" he asks you the next time you hang out. you laugh for almost five minutes straight before answering. "vernon....my company has been having a field day with those rumors. are you trying to say you literally had no idea?" "i really didn't," he promises. "why didn't you say anything to me?" "because i figured it'd work itself out or something, i guess?" "so do you not want to date?" he asks. "huh???" you reply, sure you misheard him. "i mean....i've actually been thinking about it for awhile," he says. "and, well, the people are talking. we could give 'em something to really talk about." your stomach turns over as you look into his eyes. "for real?" you ask him. "the realest," he confirms with a soft smile. and then you make out.

chan: on the opposite end of the spectrum, chan is PAINFULLY aware of the shippers. he has no idea if you've been getting the same questions he has. but he knows you're super busy getting ready for a comeback, so he doesn't bother to say anything. he figures you probably don't have time to be on social media so you won't be able to see the way people are talking about you two. and he reminds himself to keep his facial expressions in check when he sees you onstage. the problem is, it's so hard, because look at you. and when you blow a kiss at him, it turns out to be actually impossible for him not to clutch at his heart, desperately hoping that means what he wants it to mean. backstage, he catches up to you to congratulate you. "i really haven't made this easy, have i?" you tell him. "what?" he asks. "well, i left you to fend for yourself in the middle of all of everyone saying we should date." "you knew about that?" "of course i did. which is why i blew you a kiss." "so people would keep talking?" he asks. "no...to see if you liked me in the same way i like you." you stare at each other before running to embrace. and then you make out.

[shadowynn]

| in love and lore | three |

pairing: ateez x fem reader (yeosang x reader focused chapter)

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: little more cursing than usual, prejudice against mc, some violence, some yandere themes

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

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“Do you have any idea who I am?”

You struggled to control the frustration that bloomed within you at the scene happening on the other side of the infirmary. While the backlash your presence brought to those who deemed themselves a higher class had upset you when you were younger, you had dealt with it and their hatred towards you enough times to learn the only thing you could do was just let it roll off your back. The young half-daemon who had the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of the latest human to take offense to your presence had a harder time ignoring the statements and was close to tears from the commotion the woman had started.

You had watched it unfold from your position in the back for the past few minutes, hoping it wouldn’t escalate any further. Hoping one of the human healers would go over and deal with it. But despite clearly seeing the trouble she had started - her screeching voice echoed throughout the room making it impossible for anyone to ignore - no one showed any inclination of heading over to deal with it or help the poor girl out.

“I apologize, but will you excuse me for just a moment?”

Your eyes flicked back to the man you had been attending to, the bandages you had been unwrapping from his arm slipping through your fingers when the woman threw the vial she had been handed against the floor, shattering the glass and spilling the contents. If Suho were here, he would have stepped in by now, but he was still in the back and oblivious to the fit the woman was throwing. With him gone for the time being and the others content with just letting the half-daemon suffer for the time being, you had little choice but to step in yourself. You couldn’t sit here and watch her suffer any longer.

The man had also been watching the scene with careful eyes, but turned back to you when your grip on his arm tightened momentarily. His head tilted, and you had a hard time reading his expression as he nodded.

“Of course.”

Nodding your gratitude, you made your way over to the counter where the two were standing. Hana was nearly shaking as the woman once again began going through all the connections she had in the council and how each of them were going to hear how someone of her status was being treated. How much of an insult it was for her to be waited upon by a mutt.

“Hana, I believe Suho was needing some help in the back.” Relief bloomed over her features at your approach. With a quick nod of her head, she took her leave towards the back to get Suho, muttering her gratitude to you under her breath as she went. “I apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am.” Despite the dislike you held towards her for the way she was acting, you kept your tone as even as possible. The last thing you needed was to do anything that might escalate the situation any further. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Just what kind of establishment do you think you’re running here? Letting mutts serve the common people is just asking for accidents to happen.” Her arms crossed, eyes boring into you. “I refuse to be served anything made by one of those miscreants.”

“I apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am,” you repeated, struggling to resist the urge to roll your eyes and oblige to her request. While the knowledge was common enough among those who worked in the respective fields, the fact that only those with magic flowing through their veins were able to brew potions or create runes to enchant armor and weapons was conveniently skimmed over by the majority of the humans. If you were to do exactly what she asked, you’d be giving her something that wouldn’t work. And if it didn’t do exactly what she wanted, it would only lead to you getting in even more trouble than if you had fought her on it. “If you don’t mind waiting for just a moment longer, the lead healer will be out to oblige to your request.”

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but commotions such as this one had grown more and more common the past few days as the remaining waves of refugees came flocking to the city. While Maehwa’s population of half-daemons had greatly increased in the past few years to help with the war efforts, your kind weren’t generally seen in the other cities, leading to an increasing distrust towards you from the refugees who weren’t as accustomed to your presence or aware of your talents. It was only midday, and yet, this was the third customer who had refused to be served by yourself or Hana.

“How stupid do you think I am?” It took a few seconds, but she finally took note of the fact you were just another half-daemon like the girl before when she took notice of your eyes. “You thought you could sneak your way over and do the poisoning yourself, you conniving, little bitch.”

“No, ma’am, I’m only here to get-“ But your words were lost to the void as her anger at your mere presence grew.

“You saw I wouldn’t take the poison from the other mutt, so you decided you would come over and do it yourself. You thought you could earn yourself some favor with that king of yours by killing someone of my-“

“No, ma’am, I was only trying-“

The sound of her palm hitting your cheek reverberated throughout the room and you became acutely aware of the silence king before you felt the sting. It was enough to make your eyes water and you fought to blink back the tears that had formed. You didn’t have to look around the room to know that every single pair of eyes in the clinic were now on you, and the thought of crying in front of every single one of them had you blinking them back all the more quickly.

“How dare you interrupt me, bitch.”

Her voice had taken a high shrill and her nostrils were flared as she stared you down. The pride that had bloomed across her face when she saw the shock on your face and the hand that raised to touch the skin she had just hit made you want to scream. To scream and kick until you were hoarse in the throat. It wasn’t the humans who healed their soldiers and it wasn’t the humans that stayed up late nearly every night brewing each and every potion they came in and drank. It wasn’t Suho or the other human healers that kept the clinic open and running. It was you. You and every other half-daemon who worked in this damn city. And it was you and you alone who actively bled for them, giving up your blood to supply the health potions they so greedily took.

But you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Because if you did, you would only succeed in getting yourself reported. And if you were reported, you would certainly end up dead before you even had a chance to attempt to defend yourself. The daemons had seen to that when they branded you as a traitor.

So, instead, you simply bowed your head and clenched your fists.

“What’s going on here?” Suho spoke up from behind you, eyeing the bruise that had already started blooming on your face with disdain in his approach.

“This bitch tried to poison me!” The woman threw an accusatory finger in your direction, eyes blazing once more. “I don’t know what kind of establishment you think you’re running here, but I refuse to continue coming to any place that believes these mutts are competent enough to work there. I can only pray you don’t trust them to do the actual brewing too.”

“Now, ma’am-“ Suho began, but the woman wasn’t having any of it. If it wasn’t for the fact she realized Suho was a human, you had no doubt she would have slapped him too.

"My son is on the council at Yuchae and I assure you he will hear of this and have your business shut down indefinitely. In the meantime, however, I am left with little choice but to report your workers here. I'm sure the council will be very interested to hear the very mutts they've been takin in have been trying to poison its citizens."

You tried to regain control of your emotions and keep your face straight, but the threat of being reported made your breath catch. The fear you had tried so hard to keep under wraps the past few days finally beginning to show as the weight of her threat hit.

She was going to report you.

The haughty smile that crossed her face at the reaction her threat pulled out of you was the twist of the knife, and her shoulders lifted when she realized she had finally gotten the response she had wanted from you. It didn't matter that her words weren't true and that you hadn't done any of the things she accused you of. It didn't matter you had only been trying to help her. In the end, it was her words over yours and the words of a human were worth more than yours and all the other half-daemons combined, especially if she truly was the woman she said she was.

The silence which followed her absence was heavy, and her final words echoed in your mind, stinging more than her hand. It didn't matter what had actually occurred between you. She would still end up sending a report to the council for suspicion of traitorous activity. The council, whether they believed her or not, would be forced to investigate and come knocking at your door the following morning to take you away for questioning. They would be forced to give you a truth serum - one you probably brewed yourself - and while it would prove your innocence for the crime you were being accused of, it could very well leave you revealing what you had been up to the past two years if the right questions were asked. You would be left with no choice but to reveal you had not only been actively healing daemon troops, but one of their generals as well. And once the truth was out, invaluable skills or not, they would hang you as a traitor for that vile woman and the others like her to watch.

"Back room, y/n, now." Suho's tone made you jump. Never before had you heard him sound so angry, making you quick to oblige to his request.

"Goddammit, y/n, why couldn't you have just came and got me?" He was quick to break the silence when the door to the back room swung closed, striking a nearby table with his fist. The action caught you by surprise and you were unable to keep yourself from flinching, the sound reminding you of the slap you had taken moments earlier.

"I'm sorry, Suho. She had Hana close to tears and I wasn't thinking clearly. I just wanted to try and calm-" The words flew out of your mouth, inwardly cursing yourself as you realized his words rang true. The smart thing to do would have been to get him yourself, but you had just been so caught up in the moment that you had been more concerned over Hana than your own well-being. She had just turned fourteen and if you hadn't stepped in when you did, it very well could have been her on the other side of her fist.

"The whole world is going to hell and she has to go and take the one person keeping us afloat here because her pride was wounded by a couple of halfbreeds. I'm sure what happened her is exactly what the Yuchaen council wants to hear about when they have daemons assaulting their walls. Does she really think her pride is worth more than an entire city?" Suho cursed again, and as you looked at him with new eyes, you began to see it wasn't you he was so angry with. Annoyed with your attempt to intervene on Hana's behalf, maybe, but his full anger wasn't directed towards you. "I'll do what I can to make them see we can't afford to have you gone for the next week, not with the daemons at our footsteps, but whether or not they'll actually listen to me..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But for now, just take the rest of the day off."

"But-"

"y/n, you've practically lived here since we've gotten back. You're running on empty, so go get some rest while you can. Perhaps I can show the council how much we really do rely on you in your absence, and if not, well, I'm sure you'll need all the rest you can get when the report goes through."

You wanted to fight him on it, eager to get back to work and prove your worth. Prove that you really weren't a traitor and that you really were loyal to the humans who had taken you in. But the look on his face showed this wasn't something you were going to be able to fight him on, and you were left with no choice but to bow your head and follow through with his request by gathering your things and heading out the back door.

"Shit!" You couldn't keep the curse from rolling off your tongue as you exited into the back alley, your fear and frustration from the day hitting you all at once. More curses were quick to follow the first and the tears you had worked so hard to keep under wraps finally came pouring out.

It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair. All you had tried to do was deescalate the situation and save Hana from the woman's fury. You hadn't tried to poison her. You hadn't even raised your voice at her to scream or raised a fist to punch her square in the face like she deserved. She was the one who had screamed obscenities at you. She was the one who had called you names and raised her hand, and yet you were the one who would end up in trouble. You would be the one dead because of it. All because of something you had no control over. All because of something you had never even asked for. All because your father had been a daemon.

"Shit, shit, shit." More curses rolled out, and the side of your fists hit the wall with each word before your voice cracked from the tears and all that was left was your sobs. Your forehead fell against the brick wall in front of you, cool against the heat your emotions had built up.

It just wasn't fair. In all your years you had never raised your fist at anyone. You had never hurt anyone. You had only helped people. You had only ever saved people. And yet, despite everything you had done for the humans around you, you had still been treated like shit your entire life. You had devoted your entire being to them. You had bled for them. And they had yet to show you even an ounce of gratitude for what you had done. They had only ever treated you like scum. They had only treated you like the very mutt they called you.

And then there was the daemons. Despite everything they had done and the cruelty they had shown, you had still tried to help them as well, moved by the empathy you felt towards their dying men. And yet, it did nothing to deter them from treating you any differently than the humans. With sweet promises of rewards and greatness for your deeds only to raise the knife to your throat the moment you stepped a toe out of line. After all, it was them who had gotten you in this mess when they decided to brand you with the mark of their king. If it wasn't for that, you very well might not be dead in the next few days.

"Are you okay?"

Do I look okay?

You were barely able to contain the words from coming out, snapping at the voice who spoke up next to you from the emotions swirling inside you. Turning your head to the side, you found the man you had been attending to before everything had spiraled out of control.

"I'm sorry, that probably wasn't the best question to ask," he continued, a seamless reply to the answer you had all but snapped at him in your head. "Of course you're not okay."

You rubbed at your face with the back of your sleeve at his approach, attempting to wipe the tears away and regain control of your breathing. How long had he been standing there?

"I apologize. I didn't mean to just leave you there. Are you still in need of assistance?" You attempted a deep breath, but it was still shaky in the exhale.

He shook his head. "I saw what happened back inside. What a bitch." The insult ran off his lips with ease and you couldn't hold back the surprise his statement brought. "If I were you, I would have slapped that shit-eating grin right off her face."

His following statement caught you just off guard as the first, and you couldn't help but give him a quick once over as he came closer. While not all humans hated your kind as much as others, you couldn't remember a time when one of them had been so vocal in calling out the way you were treated, especially not with the current state of the war. Not when the daemons were the enemy.

His eyes were dark and body tense as he raised a hand to take in the bruises you had yet to heal, as though the thought of her touching you in such a way had angered him.

You were suddenly aware how beautiful he was in that moment - how had you not noticed how attractive he was until now? - acutely conscious of the fingers shamelessly brushing against your skin. He stood just a few inches taller than yourself, with light brown hair that hung down around his eye level. The majority of it was pushed back behind his ears, but there was a stray piece hanging in front of his eye and you fought the sudden urge to brush it away for him.

You didn't know who this man was, sure you would have remembered a face such as his own, but there was a familiarity and sense of longing towards him that you couldn't explain. The hole in your chest that you had since grown accustomed to seemed to lessen in that moment, as though a piece of you that had been burned away had been filled once more.

"Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't. It would have only gotten me in more trouble than I already am."

His fingers gently prodded against your cheek as you spoke, tilting your head to the side to get a better look of it in the light. You briefly thought about how you should push him away, surprised by your lack of care for how close he was, but the cool brush of his fingers was refreshing and you found yourself unconsciously tilting your face further into his touch.

"Your concern is appreciated, but I assure you I am fine. It'll go away in a few days."

Or as soon as you got home and were away from any prying eyes to see your ability at work. Healing it now would only raise questions you weren't comfortable with answering. The last thing you needed was to be in even more trouble for something as stupid as using your ability around a human.

You gave him a hint of a smile before finally taking a step back and bowing your head to try and hide the blush his presence brought. You didn't know what was up with you. Whether it was just his attractiveness, his concern, or both, that had you acting in this way. But this sort of interaction wasn't normal for you. Besides your siblings, no one had ever shown this type of concern towards you, especially not a human, and you could find yourself getting a bit uncomfortable with it now that the initial shock of his appearance was over. His presence may have held a hint of warmth to it, but you couldn't help but begin to doubt his intentions as your head cleared. It must have been an act. It had to be an act. Why else would someone like him be doing this? One wrong move and his true colors would show. One wrong move and the whole charade would come crashing down.

"How do you stand it? I've only been in the city for a few days now and yet, the way these people treat you, it's sickening. You've saved so many of their lives, devoted your entire being into helping them, and they look at you as though you're nothing more than trash."

"It's all I've ever known, and when you hear the same insults day after day, you begin to just tune them out. You just get used to it." You shrugged, wondering where exactly he was from to find this sort of behavior unusual. You had traveled to many cities throughout your twenty years, but no matter where you went, the humans were always the same. "And it's better than just being left to die. With the humans I may be hated, but at least I'm given a semi-normal life. That's more than I would have ever had if I had been born amongst the daemons."

You were careful in your response. He may have shown you sympathy, but it was hard for you to fully trust him. If this was really an act like you suspected, then saying anything outright against the humans would only land yourself in a worse position than you already were.

"Do you really believe that?" His gaze softened, as though he had taken offense to your comment, but in what way, you couldn't understand. You hadn't said anything wrong, had you? "That you would be better here than amongst the daemons?"

"Well, everyone's heard the stories about how the daemons treat those impure of blood, even those who haven't been threatened with it their entire lives." You sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself. The way daemons treated those not fully daemon was something humans threw your way often. It was their way of reminding you how lucky you were to have been born on their side. Of how grateful you should be to them that they didn't just kill you when you had been born. "Despite all their faults, I'm alive, aren't I? Maybe it's just because of their need for the magic that flows in my blood, but my life does hold some semblance of normality. I have a job, a home, and a family I get to see. All of which is more than the daemons would have given me. The moment they saw the lack of horns on my head, they would have dumped me outside and left me to the elements. For how dare the bloodline be tainted by something so impure."

"It may have used to be that way, but I've heard things have started changing since the new daemon king was crowned. He's said to be more lenient with the halfbreeds." He leaned his shoulder against the wall next to you, turning his body to where he was still facing you as he crossed his own arms. "As long as they show their fealty to the golden crown, they're free to live and do as they please."

"I'm not saying you're wrong, but it sure hasn't felt like that from my point of view. Nothing has changed from the way the daemons look at me. It hasn't changed the way they view me."

You shook your head, collapsing against the wall behind you and leaning your head back to rest against the bricks. You didn't run into daemons often when you weren't undercover, but were often forced to interact with those who had been captured whenever you were called outside Maehwa's walls. None of the humans liked to go near them, so you were the one tasked with delivering their food when you weren't bogged down in the infirmary. The moment they saw you were a half-daemon, the insults would start flying.

"I mean, after a few hundred years, you'd think they would come up with some new insults, wouldn't you?" You huffed, the corner of your lip twitching upwards. Your eyes caught his when you glanced his way, expecting to see him crack a smile at your joke, but were surprised by the from that crossed them instead.

"You've been treated unkindly?"

"Are you serious?" You couldn't stop the snort his reply brought, certain he wasn't actually surprised at the knowledge, but one more look and you could tell he was.

"I apologize. I grew up on the borders where relationships between daemons and humans weren't quite as... tense." He shifted uncomfortably, shoulders tense. "I forgot that not everyone has such favorable opinions towards daemons and half-daemons as I'm used to."

"I'm sorry as well."

Your hand reached for his shoulder, hoping to convey your empathy. You had forgotten that relations had been more amicable between the two in the villages near the borders. Despite intermingling being frowned upon by each side, they had been left alone for the most part before the war had begun. The villages had been the first to be hit nearly twenty years ago, and while the humans had recruited the majority of the half-daemons for the war efforts, the rest of the citizens had been left defenseless against the daemon forces.

"I've heard about how it went down near the border when the war began. I can't imagine what you might have gone through."

"Thank you." His hand raised to yours, offering you a smile. "That means more than you probably know."

You returned his smile, finally beginning to understand him. It made sense now why he had been so outspoken in how you were treated by both sides and why he didn't seem to despise you as much as the others. He had grown up somewhere where people like you weren't so uncommon. Somewhere where people like you weren't so hated. And somewhere that had been betrayed by both sides when they had done nothing to stop the villages from being razed to the ground.

"If you ask me, humans, daemons, this fucking war. It's all shit."

You sighed, slipping your hand out from under his and dropping it to your side. You didn't know who this man was - hell, you didn't even know his name yet - but you felt yourself beginning to trust him. There was just something about being with him that made you feel like you were safe. That you were seen. Seen for who you really were without any condemnation towards the part of you that wasn't human or the part that wasn't daemon. Just you. Purely you.

"The humans are jealous of the daemons for the magic that flows in their veins and the daemons have allowed that same magic to cloud their brains. Each of them like to believe they are better than the other, but in the end, they're just two sides of the same coin. They're both just terrible people doing terrible things to each other and we get to be the lucky ones caught in the middle of it all."

"What would you have done if things had been different?" He surprised you with his reply, turning the conversation to something a bit lighter. "If this war wasn't going on and no one cared about your blood status and you were free to do whatever the hell you wanted, what would you do?"

You paused for a second, mulling over the question. While no one had outright asked you this before, it was something you had thought about before.

"I'd open my own shop," your reply was soft. "It would be one of those little buildings where I would live above my shop and have my own private garden in the back so I could grown the majority of the ingredients myself. I would brew anything and everything I wanted and help those who needed me. It wouldn't be about the money, I'd take whatever they could afford, but rather just getting to do something I love on my own terms and no one else's."

You felt your cheeks begin to tint at your confession, slightly embarrassed by how obvious it was that this was something you had spent some time thinking about. It was just a shame that it would never come to be. When you were younger, you had foolishly believed the life you lived would only last through the war. That once it was finally over, you would be free to do whatever you wanted. It wasn't until you were older that you realized how foolish you had been. Even if the humans did win and you survived to the end, something like that would never be achievable. Someone like you would never be granted that much freedom.

"What about you?" You were quick to ask, embarrassed by your own confession now that it was out and not quite wanting to hear what his thoughts on it might have been. "If you could do anything, what would you do?"

"Hmm," he hummed, lips twisting as he mulled over your question. "This might sound a little strange, but I think I would really just want to finally settle down. To not have to be on the move anymore and just be at peace with the people I care for. It's silly, I know, but having a ma- ...wife and family is something I thought would never, could never, be mine."

"I don't think it's silly." You shook your head. "And I hope you live long enough to see it come true. Everyone deserves that kind of happiness in their life, and, well, I can't imagine someone like you having a very hard time finding it."

"Someone like me?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Your cheeks tinted once more at his question, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips all but saying he already knew what you were implying. "You know, like nice. Kind. Sweet." Beautiful. You meant the words you said to him, but it was really that last word that held the most significance to your statement. One more look was all it took to remember how unbelievably attractive he was. Why he thought a wife was out of the question for him, you couldn't understand. "Any woman would be lucky to have you."

He hummed, pleased with your response. "Well, if someone like you thinks that, then it must come true one day."

"Someone like me?"

"You know, kind. Nice. Sweet. Beautiful."

You couldn't stop the sharp intake his comment caused, sure you had misheard him and imagine it, but the smirk which covered his face in that moment said otherwise. You were quick to turn your face away, hoping he couldn't see how red your face was growing. Hoping he wouldn't see how much his words had affected you.

"I'm sorry. I just realized I never introduced myself."

You could hear the amusement in his tone as he spoke, but you were still grateful he decided to drop it for now and switch the conversation once more. You weren't sure how to take his following statement, much less how to respond to it. It was obvious he was just teasing you - there was no way someone like him could actually be serious with any of it - but the effect was still there. The only person who had ever called you beautiful before had been Seonghwa, and you knew that hardly counted. He had to have been delirious when he said that, out of it from just coming back from death's door.

"I'm Yeosang."

"Oh, I'm y/n," you stumbled out. "It's nice to meet you, Yeosang, even if it's only for this one moment."

Reality came crashing back down on you in that moment. One thought of what life might have been like with this man quickly reminding you that despite his comments, it was impossible. Not only because it was ridiculous to think someone like him would ever want to be with you, but because you wouldn't even be alive for much longer. Unless a miracle occurred, the next time he would see you would be at the gallows with a noose around your neck. And what would he think of you then? When he learned just what you had done to aid the daemons? The very people who had destroyed his hometown and burned anyone who had been unable to escape in time.

"What do you mean?" His expression fell at your sudden shift in mood, that teasing smile that had graced his lips falling as his eyes searched you for an answer.

"Didn't you hear? She's reporting me." Your voice cracked as the realization of your impending doom hit you once more. This bittersweet interaction with Yeosang, perhaps the nicest and prettiest human you had ever met, was only a distraction from the inevitable. One brief, happy moment to conclude the mess your life had tumbled into. "And, well, with the growing tensions between humans and daemons, I have a hard time believing I'll make it out of this one alive."

Your hand rubbed at the top of your chest where the golden hilt of the sword was still engraved on your skin. Despite all the runes and spells Soomin had attempted, none of them had been able to erase or hide the mark that laid there. Her magic wasn't nearly powerful enough to combat whatever the Black General had done to you.

"That's only if she gets around to filing it."

"What do you mean? Of course she's going to file it. You saw the way she was acting in there."

For the first time since you had met him, you found yourself wary at his words, not quite trusting the dark gleam that had taken up in his eyes.

"You're right." He shook his head, offering another breathtaking smile in an attempt to lighten the mood back up. "I guess it was just wishful thinking she would change her mind or that something might happen to her before she gets around to filing it. The world would be a better place without pigs like her contaminating it."

"Unfortunately, that's not how the world works," you reply, watching him carefully out of the corner of your eyes.

The relaxed exterior he had previously presented had disappeared and you couldn't stop yourself from shuffling a step or two back, this new demeanor of his making you nervous. You could feel the anger radiating off of him, mirroring the frustration you had felt earlier.

It was very nice meeting you, Yeosang, but I think I should get going." You voice was soft, busy wondering where this new side of his had come from. "If we don't ever see each other again, well, then, I wish you the very best."

"Don't worry, y/n." He grabbed your wrist when you went to pass him by, stopping your movements and forcing you to look back up at him one last time. His eyes had lightened, and though they still appeared sad, a smile graced his lips as he took you in one last time. "I have a feeling this won't be the only time we have the pleasure of meeting." Using the hold he still had on you, he raised your hand towards his mouth and lightly kissed the top of it. "Until then, try and stay safe for me, will you?"

~

Little sleep happened in your house that night. Upon revealing what had happened to you at the clinic earlier in the day and the looming report over your head, neither you nor your siblings slept that much, if at all.

Soomin stayed up the entire night trying to create a working rune that hid your golden mark, but no matter what pattern or creation she traced upon your skin, the mark remained as bright and clear as always. She begged you to get some sleep in between each attempt, knowing the best thing you could to for yourself would be to go to the interview well rested, but no matter how long you laid in bed, sleep never did come. Eventually, you just gave up, deciding you would rather spend your remaining time with her and Hyunwoo than escaping your fears through your dreams.

As you waited, you drew. Your job left you little time for hobbies, but you had had a knack for the arts since you were little. Your love for it blooming when you and Hyunwoo would use sticks to draw in the mud when you were still young, competing to see who could create the better drawing, a contest you all but won every time. You didn’t have much money to splurge for many supplies, however, and the majority of your works were done on blanks spaces of scattered papers and documents or the sketchbook Soomin and Hyunwoo had gotten you for your twentieth birthday. The majority of the book was still empty, but you had pulled it out and started sketching in its pages upon the realization you might not live to see it filled.

“Is that the general?”

You were startled from your thoughts when Soomin spoke, peering at the latest sketch over your shoulders.

“No.” You shook your head, just now realizing exactly what you had been drawing. In the midst of everything clawing away at your head, you hadn’t paid much attention to what your hands seemed to pull together on their own accord until Soomin called you out on it. “It’s just a guy I met today on my way home. I don’t know why I added the horns…” Your words stumbled to a close, tilting your head to try and figure out why you had added them. “If you want to see what the general looked like, this is him as best as I can recall.” You flipped back to the previous page, showing the sketch you had done of the daemon she was referring to. Just like the sketch you had nearly completed of Yeosang, the one of the general had seemed to come to on its own accord as well.

“Oh,” Soomin couldn’t hold back her surprise at the second drawing, seemingly just as shocked as you had been when you had seen him for the first time. “He’s…”

“Beautiful? I know,” you finished for her, taking in his sharp features once more, vaguely remembering the way he had said the very same thing about yourself. “It’s quite the difference from the monster you create him to be in your head, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know if I would use that exact word, but yes, he is very different than what I had always pictured one of the Seven to be in my head.” But one look at Soomin’s face was all it took for you to see she might have been stretching the truth a bit with the pink tint her cheeks had suddenly taken. “And what of this other boy?” Soomin turned the topic back to Yeosang to hide her embarrassment, more interested in the boy you had met earlier that day. “He’s also rather…”

“Pretty?” You giggled, amused by your sister’s inability to be honest with her words. “And can you believe he called me pretty too?” Beautiful, actually, but it felt strange admitting his exact words out loud. Not when you knew he didn’t really mean anything by it. Just like Seonghwa hadn’t meant what he had said about you either.

“And you’re just now telling me about this?” Soomin shoved your shoulders, upset this was the first she was hearing about your encounter with the boy.

“To be honest, it was probably just him being sweet. He was from the borders, so he’s more used to people like us.” You shrugged, fighting off the disappointment the truth brought. “I mean, really, what human in their right mind would actually think something like that about me, but I don’t know...” You found it hard to keep your own blush off your face this time around. “It still felt really nice. And he was really nice. It’s just a shame the world is going to hell and it’s dragging us along with it.”

“Don’t give up yet, n/n. You may see him yet again.”

“See who?” Hyunwoo asked as he walked into the house, shaking out the hair he had pulled up and out of the way in order to work at the forge as he slipped off his shoes. While Soomin had gone to work on trying to hide the daemon’s mark on your chest, Hyunwoo had gone back to the forge to work on a project he claimed was a secret for the time being.

“No one,” you replied, attempting to hide your sketchbook, but Soomin ripped it out of your hands and showed the drawing you had done of Yeosang to Hyunwoo before you could stop her.

“n/n met a boy today at the clinic.”

“He’s not actually a daemon,” you retorted at the look Hyunwoo gave you when he saw the drawing and you ripped the book back away from them before they could embarrass you any further, clutching it close to your chest. “The horns just kind of came on their own accord, I guess.”

“He called her pretty.”

“He was just being nice.” You narrowed your eyes at your sister, hoping she would get the hint and stop with the teasing. The last thing you needed was for Hyunwoo to join in too. God forbid any of them run into Yeosang because you would never hear the end of it from either of them. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? The chances of me seeing him again are a lot less than the chances of me dying in the next few days.”

“I guess that means you’ve had no luck with the mark then.” Hyunwoo’s face fell when you shook your head.

“I've tried everything I can think of, but nothing works,” Soomin replied. “Whatever magic was used to create this mark, it’s much more powerful than any rune or spell I can come up with to counteract.”

“I was afraid of that.” Hyunwoo sighed and sank down onto the couch next to you. “If it was a Black General who put it on her, then I doubted any of us would have enough power to counteract it. So, I made you this.”

“You made me a hair comb?” You couldn’t hide the confusion you felt when he handed you the object he had spent the last few hours working on. It was small, about the size of the palm of your hand, golden in color and shaped into the appearance of a plum blossom twig, the namesake of the city you had grown up in. “Wanting me to look my best at the gallows, I see, Woo. That's very thoughtful of you.”

“That’s not funny, y/n.” And by the expression on his face, the joke had gone over no better than the few you had run by Soomin earlier in the night. “And it’s not just a hair comb, it’s a weapon.”

“A weapon? Why would I need a weapon, Woo?” Your brows furrowed, more confused than ever as your fingers ran over the teeth of the comb. It was beautiful, the full extent of Hyunwoo’s masterwork on display. On the back, just below the branch were three small engraved runes.

“It uses the magic in your blood to transform into a dagger.” Hyunwoo took the comb back out of your hand to demonstrate, plucking his finger with one of its teeth. Just as he explained, the comb rearranged itself into a dagger with a blade around six inches in length. “When you want to turn it back, you just press the button at the bottom of the hilt.”

“It’s beautiful, Woo, but that still doesn’t explain why you’re giving this to me.” You took the comb back from his hands, once again admiring the handiwork of your brother. His ability to work metals into any conceivable shape or pattern still amazed you to this day.

“We all know the position you’re in, y/n, and while I would normally suggest it would be best if you just kept your head down and do what they say, I can’t in good conscience just let them take you to your doom without a fighting chance.”

“I’m not a killer, Woo. If it comes down to it, I don’t know if-”

“I know, you’re much to kind than these humans deserve.” His face softened, and you finally saw this was no easier on him than it was on you. It was no easier on either of them than it was on you. And it a way, you had the easier end, for they would be the ones who would be forced to move on without you. “But I’ll feel much better knowing you have that with you than I would without it.”

“Thank you, Woo.” You attempted a smile, squeezing his hand as you accepted his gift without any other question or complaint. “Thank you, both of you. I don’t know what I would do without the two of you. It’s just a shame I managed to drag the you into this mess alongside me.”

The remainder of the night was bittersweet, filled with retellings of adventures from your youth. You sat bundled in a blanket next to the fire, head rested against Hyunwoo’s shoulder. Soomin had given up on figuring out a working rune at your request, and sat in the chair opposite of the two of you. And despite both her and Hyunwoo’s attempts to lighten the mood and get your mind onto better and more pleasant topics, you still noticed the glances they sent your way when they thought you weren’t looking.

You now understood why the daemon from so long ago had wanted you there with him. It was much easier coming to terms with your own death when you weren’t alone. It wasn’t quite as terrifying with someone at your side ushering reassurances that everything was going to be okay. Even if they weren’t true, it was still comforting to not have to face the unknown territory of death all on your own.

You felt your panic begin to grow as dawn arrived, but there was no knock on your door. And though your first thought was that they were just running behind with the current status of the war taking a higher priority, you couldn’t help but start to hold on to the small ray of hope as time continued to creep by and no one had come to collect you.

An hour passed. Followed by another. The sun was steadily in its ascent, and yet, here you were, still curled up on your couch. And though you were surprised by your sudden stroke of luck, all you could chalk it up to was that Suho had come through with his promise. Somehow, someway, he had convinced the council to either push back your interrogation or ignore the report altogether. Either way, you couldn’t help but begin to breathe a bit easier once the realization you just might be in the clear hit you.

Not knowing what else to do, you followed your siblings’ motions and decided to go ahead and head into work. The relief of not being summoned gave you a boost of energy through your sleepless night. For the first time since you had returned, you began to feel a bit more like your old self. The mark along your chest may have still remained, but your death didn’t feel so close anymore. Perhaps the others were right. Perhaps everything would end up okay.

The wind was chilly as you stepped outside, and with a genuine smile, you waved goodbye to each of your siblings as you started the familiar walk to the clinic. While you knew it was dangerous to rest on the idea the report had not gone through yet - they very well could be waiting for you at the clinic - you couldn’t help but embrace the fact you were still alive.

Your mind was running through the stock at the clinic as you walked, thinking of all the brewing that awaited you there from a day of being away. You were too preoccupied with the potions that needed restocked to notice the crowd that was filling up the street you took to get to work until you nearly ran straight into someone. Stumbling to a stop as you mumbled an apology, you finally noticed the large pool of people filling the street, followed by the metallic scent of blood.

Any relief you might have felt towards the day ran straight out of you in that moment. Following the direction of the crowd, you pushed your way through, ignoring any cursing directed towards you because of your actions and stating that you were a healer as an excuse to get closer. You were desperate to see what had happened, afraid someone was in need of your assistance, and yet terrified all the same for what awaited you on the other side.

Your heart nearly stopped at the scene that you stumbled into, face paling as you raised a hand to your mouth in an attempt to stifle the gag it pulled from you. You had seen a lot in your years as a healer, but none of it came close to the scene before you.

Her body had nearly been torn and mutilated beyond recognition, but there was no mistaking the person lying dead against a nearby building. And if her corpse wasn’t shocking enough, the message that had been written above her body in her own blood was, and you couldn’t stop the shiver of fear and disgust the sight brought you.

The pigs will pay for their crimes. Long live the golden king.

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a/n: i think i got everyone who asked to be on the taglist, but i very well could have made a mistake or missed someone, so please let me know if i did! (and sorry in advance)

[cliffbar-booth]

could you do a like Ken x ftm reader where the person playing with reader in the real world is trans and so Barbie-to-ken reader is having a very confusing and hard time and it’s like semi angst semi fluff cause Ken tries to understand and validate reader’s identity even tho ken is also confused cause he’s himbo but he’s a sweetie

((Maybe they try cutting readers hair and try getting readers feet to be flat like the kens ect?))

Of course! I'm super happy i actually get requests ESPECIALLY FOR KEN!1!1!1 TAGHJEEIFN

Tysm!!

Sorry if it isn't as good as you hoped, i was in immense pain while writing this 😭😭

Come On Eileen

inspiration:

warnings: cursing, slight angst, FLUFF, a teensy bit of transphobia venting

Ken stood at the front area of his newfound barbie friend's dreamhouse. Her house was different than other barbies', he'd come to notice. As he waited patiently outside for y/n barbie to come out, he thought of what to say, just so they could hang out. Y'know, since he considered them girlfriend-boyfriend.

Finally, she came out. She was gorgeous. He could've had hearts in his eyes. He probably did.

"Y/N Barbie, you're like super pretty tonight" he grinned.

Y/N grimaced a little. She appreciated the compliment but it just didn't fit. It felt out of place.

Ken grew nervous. All he thought he lived for was to make Y/N feel great. Did he do something wrong? Did he offend her? Oh dear god.

"Y/N Barbie.. What's up?"

As she led him inside her dreamhouse she explained everything. From how she wished she was like the Kens to how she hated how she looked. He was confused.

"What do you mean you hate being Barbie? You're Barbie! You're gorgeous, perfect, and my girlfriend! What's not to love?"

"Yes, but Ken, it's not because of that. It's something harder to explain.. but it's just a weird feeling. It feels almost necessary"

"But you're my girlfriend"

She sighed.

"I like like you, yes, but I don't want to be your girlfriend, Ken"

"You don't like me anymore?!" He looked petrified and heartbroken.

"No, Ken. Just listen; I still want to be with you, but I don't to be your GIRL-friend"

He frowned, thinking.

"So.. would that make us boyfriend-boyfriend?"

Y/N nodded, smiling a little now at how innocent he was.

"Yes, Ken."

"And I would refer to you as Y/N Ken?"

Y/N nodded again, smiling a little more.

"And... you'd have to have shorter hair"

"What? I- oh, yeah, yes I would"

In the blink of an eye, Ken already had scissors in his hair. Small, bright pink scissors not even made for hair. He flushed and smiled warmly, flattered by Ken's need to please. As the two head to Y/N's bathroom, he sat on the sink as Ken *tried* to work his magic, snipping off lots and lots of hair. It'd been a whopping 15 minutes before Ken pulled away, shouting triumphantly.

Y/N looked in the mirror, euphoria washing over him completely. His hair was perfectly cut short. Somehow. It looked great.

One thing was missing, however. Y/N was not flat chested. Or at least flatter chested. Ken seemed to notice, thinking again.

"should we cut those off?"

Y/N was taken aback completely.

"should we what?"

"cut them off, you know.. with like a knife.. or scissors?" He waved the scissors around with his finger.

"no no- I-" there was a tight fit cropped tank top that looked a lot like a binder. That could work. For now.

"what about that?"

"how would I cut your boobies off with a shirt??" Ken asked, extremely confused. Y/N tried to bite back a smile.

"No, Ken, I mean I could put that on"

"Oh, yeah no I knew that"

He put it on, the shirt compressing the chest just enough to be as flat as Ken. Y/N ran his fingers over his chest, feeling better than before. He looked in the mirror where he was supposed to do makeup, seeing himself in the mirror with short hair and a flat chest. Tears formed in his eyes.

Ken rushed to his side, worried.

"Did I mess your hair up? Does the thingy hurt? Did i say something bad?"

"No Ken.. I'm crying because I'm happy.. I really appreciate what you did tonight"

Ken relaxed, sighing in relief.

"Thank god."

He paused.

"Does that mean I can sleep over?"

Y/N Ken laughed softly, smiling and nodding.

credits: gif is credited, divider by pixel journal on tumblr, song by nouvelle vague, movie by greta gerwig, ken ryan gosling, idea from anon

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[brandnewhuman]

Hello!

I was wondering if I may request some headcannons on how any of the slashers you would like to do would react if their S/O either jokingly or spitefully body slammed them?

Or if you can't think of anything for that maybe how they would react if their S/O was able to successfully win in a playful wrestling match?

I love your writing <3 It's made me laugh so much! Thank you!!

SLASHERS GETTING

HUMBLED BY THEIR S/O

☆STARRING☆

Bo sinclair☆ aka greasy horny man

Michael myers ☆ aka stinky angry bastard

Asa Emory ☆ aka unhinged bug honorary dilf

CONTENT:

Tw: canon violence, Michael, Asa, mature language

A/N: ç_ç thank you so much. I love this request, sorry if it has took me so long to finish it but I've been very busy lately. Anyhow i love me some well deserved slasher bullying^^ most of them sometimes really need to get body slammed into humbleness 👹

BO SINCLAIR:

You hated when Bo had to go out of town to buy certain things

You always missed him so much and he would be gone for hours since the nearest town is really far

It all started with you holding his hands to stop him from zipping up his coverall 

"What are you trying to do, doll?" He knew you so well that you couldn't even try to hide your intentions anymore 

You let go of his hands to hug him but then he did the unspeakable 

HE TICKLED YOU. WITHOUT ANY REMORSE WHATSOEVER 

Caught by surprise you moved without thinking and just downright body slammed him on the bed 

In your defence you didn't meant to, you acted on reflex 

The way he was looking at you tho

He was flabbergasted, it seemed as he just witnessed you killing someone 

"Did you…how the fuck did you do it??" He frowned looking at you like you were an alien

You still had him pinned on the bed and after the initial shock you just bursted out in laughter 

Even you were caught by surprise by what you did

And he took it personally 

He was like "you know what? Maybe violence is the solution" 

So he pushed your arms against you (without hurting you of course) and rolled over so he was now the one pinning you against the bed

"Hey! No fair!! I wasn't even paying attention" and with that he got caged under you once again

The amounts of times he tried to overpower you failing miserably were concerning 

Truth be told you were having the time of your life doing this 

He was just getting his ego obliterated everytime 

It got to a point where you had to take mercy on him and allow him to win

Which he noticed and made him lose his marbles 

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LETTING ME WIN? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON" 

i- i can't GUYS I CAN'T 

The trip out of town was long forgotten and the two of you kept doing this shit until you body slammed him again, pinning him successfully on the ground without him being able to move

He was just wiggling under you almost on the verge of a mental breakdance about his ego getting destroyed like this

"OKAY YOU WIN. FUCKING HELL" "aaaw you give up so easily?"

Bro face went through all the shades of red and just closed his eyes trying to keep his cool 

One could think that because of Bo's past he was really mad but he trusts you so much that he knows that all of this is just playing around

That doesn't help the fact that he will pout for days about this saying that you didn't play nice 

If you ever tell anyone about this he can and will throw you in one of Lester's dumpsters pit of roadkill 

Can he tho? I mean if you don't beat his ass again maybe

Bro will swear on god that he let you win and you were just lucky

Once he accepts that he got his shit wrecked he will tell you to "instead of using that to bully your lovely boyfriend you should do it on victims" 

If you ever happen to successfully bodyslam and overpower one of those cocky bastards that always get on Bo's nerves making the whole killing them harder than it should be he will make sure to thank you properly. aka seggs time with our greasy man

MICHAEL MYERS:

Sometimes life gets boring, even for the boogeyman himself 

I can't remember who said but i read in one Michael Myers headcanon that he has like a very dry sense of humour, like he lives on inside jokes that only him and his malfunctioning unhinged brain can understand 

So when he gets bored he finds SO INCREDIBLY HILARIOUS to prank you

And by prank you I mean what Michael thinks is a prank which consists in disturbing your inner peace by scaring you with the most stupid shit he can pull off

Today we're taking a trip back in time and use a classic stunt that Michael seems to always find super funny

Dressing up as a ghost to just come out of the blue and scare your soul out of your body

Safe to say he didn't expected to get attacked like this

He planned everything so the prank could actually work 

Michael made sure to disappear for three days so he can get that surprise effect 

He waited until it was late at night when you usually start to get ready for bed

You were kind of worried about Michael. You're used to him to be out longer but never more than two days.

You were scared that something might had happened to him but even if you knew you wouldn't be able to find him and help him

The fact that you were being so nice to EVEN WORRY ABOUT THIS BITCH 

He put on the white bedsheet and putting at use his sneaky abilities he got inside your room and slowly walked towards you

You had you back facing him. You mindlessly brushed your hair as your concern for Michael invaded your mind

For the first time in his life he couldn't hold back the big smile he had at the thought of your face contorted in fear. This man is having the best of moment of his fucking life at your expenses 

It only took  Michael to put one (1) hand on your shoulder for you to choose violence 

Okay I want you all to collectively imagine this

A tall ass deranged bitch with a bedsheet over them getting brutally slammed against the fucking floor by who he thought was a peaceful and incapable of harm person 

To add to that fucking glitch in the simulation keep in mind said bitch is the eVil inCarnAted, the mf shape of haddonfield 

AND AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH YOU TOOK HIM DOWN SO FAST HE GOT DIZZY SO HE COULDN'T EVEN DEFEND HIMSELF 

bro was taking the ego violation like a champ laying on that floor

Before land what would be a avenger threat level of a punch in his face you thought well of taking the sheet of so you could see who was the son of a bitch that had the audacity of try you 

"WHO THE FUCK ARE Y- oh, Michael?...w- MICHAEL" 

What an unexpected turn of events, it's YOUR son of a bitch 

He was glad of having on his mask too cause mate this is embarrassing 

He was questioning life and watching the world spinning around while simultaneously trying to understand how to get over the fact he has been body slammed by you

He snapped his eyes at you and in that moment he was like "ight, you wanna do this? LET'S DO IT. COME ON, YOU AND ME" 

Fair to say he took this whole thing very personally 

"Michael?..mi- no. Don't you fucking d-"

Congrats, you now have to wrestle with Michael Audrey Myers 

He used all his tricks, bringing out the big dogs and all. 

He even attempted to tickle your horny side by choking you so he could make you lose focus enough for him to put you in place

Didn't work, too angry mikey boy

At this point it was just sad how the two of you, both grown adults, kept going with this

You two clowns kept going, making a mess all around you

It all lasted until you straight up blocked Michael against the floor making moving or getting up successfully impossible for him

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN MICHAEL GODDAMMIT." 

he groaned out of anger and frustration. He didn't have any dignity left so he just gave up 

That night he didn't even went near you and when you tried to ask him if he was okay because you felt guilty about possibly hurting him he almost took killing you in consideration 

After that shit he just kept trying to get the upper hand over you out of spite.

Baby boy is not going to forget this until he dies 

And you successfully humble him every time 

ASA EMORY:

He kind of deserves this, being that much of a menace while getting cocky about it too can't he be healthy. He surely needs a reality check

You were one of Asa favourites, his pet if you will

The thing is that you knew perfectly how easy would be for you to just put him in his place and go away 

He apparently wasn't aware of this and if he was he never said anything

YOU allowed HIM so many things 

I know what everyone is thinking now "why would I stay or allow that if I can do something about it?"

You always had that "I can fix him" sort of mentality 

You met Asa at the University, you were colleagues and for a while you thought you both were like in love for real

Turns out bro was a psycho turning people into insects as a side hobby 

Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome kicking in but you stayed because you actually care about him and you know deep inside he could be a good person

Yeah you're kinda dumb I'm sorry

But not everything sucks. Being Asa fav it's actually quite nice if you like don't put at work your brain cells too much

Lately though he has been noticing something. And he actually felt kinda stupid for not noticing before

You never did anything to fight him and if you did it was almost like you were restraining yourself from hurting him seriously 

Now I think that Asa is one of the few slashers who would be willing to sacrifice his ego just for the sake of knowing everything about you that could be useful

So one day, he decided to find out if you were really holding back or it was just him imagining things

It all happened so fast, one minute he was just putting makeup on you as always and the next he was trying to stab your face with one of his knife he hided in his pocket 

You immediately stop his arm from hitting your face, holding Asa wrist and looking at him wide eyed 

"What the fuck was that for?!" He tried to hit you again with his free hand and now you had to get back away from him ending up in falling from where you were sitting

He kept trying to attack you without answering your continuous questions

You tried mostly to dodge everything without actually hitting him back but when he caged you against the floor trying to slice your throat you just had to do something 

You were blocking him by pushing with your own forearm against the his to keep the black of the knife off your skin

You could feel your strength starting to falter in your arm so you just managed to free one of your legs to land your knee between his legs hard enough for him to get off of you

That gave you the time to swiftly switch positions slamming his big frame against the hard ground and snatching the knife from him, throwing it far away from both of you

"Stop! What's wrong with you!!?" There's a whole two part movie about that babe 

He was just looking at you in awe and now has finally stopped moving 

When you felt him relax you slowly let him go but kept on alert for any sign he might start fighting again

He slowly took off his mask and looked at you with a soft gaze, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. One hand reached up towards your face to cupped your cheek, stopping briefly when you flinched slightly 

The realisation hit him so hard that it almost knocked out the air of his lungs. 

You could've escaped a long time ago, you could've defended yourself at any given moment and just left him behind. Hell you could've even killed him if you really wanted to but you never did. You silently let him do whatever he wanted without never doing anything to hurt him 

It was fascinating, he had never experienced something like this. He looked at you like it was the first he really did see your truly, that he noticed every little special thing about you were things you let him see because you wanted to and not because he pushed them out of you

You did really like him and you genuinely cared for him. This knowledge was something weirdly comforting for him

Lately the idea of you merely fearing him was not enough, he wanted you to need him and want him 

And now that he knew you were capable of just raw strength and capacity of defending yourself but never used it against him is, for the first time in his life, making him feel butterflies tickling his insides. 

You were still on top of him, just looking down into his face clueless and confused but leaning on his touch nonetheless oblivious to the fact that Asa was now starting to believe you were becoming more of only a pet for him. 

[mrs-toohot]

This week's episodes: Live react

Candace is taking my man on a date? I'm gonna have thoughts.

(Also my MC's name is Sophie)

Firstly, he'd better say no.

Okay, so he can't say no. Fuck.

Awww 'the look on his face turns from shock to reassurance when he notices your expression'

"You know you have nothing to worry about, right? You and I are solid." aw omg stop??? so cute

"I'd never break your heart, Sophie, you know that, right?"

Oh we're getting three stress tests

"What if Wesley is already making out with Candace?" Nora STFU you bitch lol. If we were friends that would be funny, but we're not so shut your slut whore bitch mouth.

How insecure do you have to be to press the button because you found out that she's 22 and American? Like wtf? Yeah cool she's a model, but Jesus Christ, do you really think your man is going to fall over himself that easily? HE'S ON TV! HE'S BEING JUDGED FOR HIS ACTIONS!

'No, I trust Wesley' is obviously my choice.

"There's nothing hotter than a guy who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go for it."

Yeah, cool, but this is just telling me that she wants him. Again, I am not phased.

Again, trusting Wesley. This is easy af

'Candace is perfection incarnate' Yeah but she's also got pink hair and my man's a CEO like fr he wants a WOMAN not a GIRL.

Okay as predicted, Candace is Cassia's ex (Lucky Candace... damn...)

'If she sees even a small opening with Wesley, she'll jump on the opportunity'.

Um yeah but she's not gonna.

God, this would be so much harder on a loyal Ryder route. I'd be genuinely shaking in my uggs rn.

Yay, I passed the easiest test in the world

Seriously you would have to be insanely jealous to fail this, the fuck???

Oh sweet we get $10k!!!

Ancient Greece Party!!! Writers should've made it a Roman Empire party just to keep it current and up to date

Amari - I've always wanted to dress like a goddess Antoine - You don't do that already? Could've fooled me.

EXCUSE! ME! SIR! YOU'D BETTER HAVE THOSE LINES ON MY ALTERNATE ROUTE!

Why is Wesley literally in underwear tho

NO HE DID NOT JUST GREET ME LIKE THAT

"Sophie! There's my girlfriend!"

"I'm not interested in pursuing a taken person".... Why does this fill me with dread. What is she going to do? Is she gonna try and break us up and THEN pounce on him?

Cute toga, omg that one hairstyle (you know which one) it is CUTE

"His jaw goes slack as he takes you in" dear god who is writing these LIs and can you please take over LITG

OH HE LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT FJDKHGSBF

HE'S GOT A LITTLE LIGHTNING BOLT EARRING GUYS LOOK AT HIM

You suddenly feel shy under his smouldering gaze. (Oooof)

'I can't remember if I've ever mentioned, but my parents own a hotel nearby'

Yes babe you did but please take me aside and tell me exactly what you're planning on doing to me once we get there.

I am teetering on the edge of BFFs with Cassia, and then I'm hoping I can jump her bones. She's so hot I stg

Amari's outfit is so boring

NORA'S OUTFIT IS SO CUTE

Elena's outfit is so mid

ANTOINE'S GOT WINGS bhfkdsfasdhvdbs HAHAHAHHAHAHAH he's so fucking extra I can't

SLAY NAOMI I LOVE YOUR BUTTERFLIES

ONCE AGAIN ZAYN'S OUTFIT IS TOO MUCH he's got a lion head as a dick cover wtf hfkdbsahs

Excuse me while i thirst over cassia deeply

Blah blah blah playing beer pong with Wesley

WYM YOU'RE STARTING TO SOUND LIKE NAOMI

WHY YOU BEEN SPENDING TIME WITH HER

THIS IS MAKING ME MORE JEALOUS THAN THAT DATE EVER DID

bdhsfksdahfsd me distracting him though ahehehehehehhe

"That was a dirty trick, love."

Yeah, I know, that's why I did it. Now do it back.

OH ANTOINE'S TELLING AMARI HE LOVES HER aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww

Since when are they that serious the fuck

"Should I say something to Amari?" About Antoine being noncommittal? When he's been all in for me since day one in my other playthrough? Nah babe, I'm good. I believe it.

Aww Wes brought me brekkie. OJ.

AWWW HE WANTS TO LEARN TO COOK FOR ME BECAUSE HE'S SHIT AT IT of course he is, he's never had time to cook because he's been too busy working.

WESLEY SLEEPS NAKED WESLEY SLEEPS NAKED OH MY GOODNESS HE'S GOING TO MAKE ME BREAKFAST WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES ON

Oh Lana's got snitching to do sigh.

WHAT THE FASHIONNOVA IS ZAYN WEARING HSKADFHBSDA

Oh Zayn and Nora in the suite?? I see I see.

okay i forgot to write during the workshop because Wesley

Literally stop Antoine and Amari are wearing matching outfits CEASE

Okay wait...

I decided to stay out of it, and Zayn and Nora got back. Lana annoucned they broke the rules, and then the game glitched back to my conversation with Amari about Antoine in the bathroom???

URGH i had to restart the episode.

skipping skipping skipping

Even though I'm replaying this i still forgot to take screenshots of the workshop. But trust me Wesley's dialogue is REALLY CUTE

muaahahhaha the benefit of getting a glitch is that now I know NOT TO TRUST ZAYN AND NORA

ha 'IMMEDIATELY WESLEY IS ON YOUR SIDE'

They learned from last season where people got SO MAD at Liam & Henri hahahahah

AW IS RYDER GOING!?!?!?

UM UM UM WHAT THEFUCK IS WESLEY GOING ON ABOUT? "What if Sophie walks away once I tell her?!"

BABE TELL ME WHAT!??!?!?

SOMEONE GET A BETTER SCREENSHOT THAN THIS PLEASE HUFDSHKAVFSBJASD I NEED A NEW SCREENSAVER

[hanaonesflower]

NSFW :3

With each shallow breath he drills himself inside you, leaving no room for rejection or time for you to adjust and get used to his sheer size. Your frail limbs struggle to gain a foundation when he is fucking you like this, the up and down movement he subjects you to disorients you to no end. You couldn’t pinpoint where the laundry basket is if you tried. But even with this, even with the roughness in his step and the power imbalance when you are both experiencing, nanami never stopped having that longing look in his eyes. He still feels as though you’re too far away, his desperate thrusts are mere attempts of trying to close the distance between you and him. Nanami is so delusional at this point, there is no where else you can find yourself other than being right where you are. His grips on the plush of your body bruises in their wake, nanami leans down and kisses them and mumbles an apology. You can’t understand why he’s sorry, those bruises turn you on more and more. You reach for them, seeing the way these dark purple and pink patches branded your skin, you look up at him with the prettiest puppy eyes he’s ever seen; fuck me harder, kento.

Nanami isn’t sure if he’s heard you through, the cotton sheets folding beneath his knees, under the weight of his body chafed his skin. His hips are burning and his muscles are fatigue. You obviously beg him, who is he to deny you the absolute privilege and royalty of unimaginable pleasure. Nanami stops as he glooms over you with the torso sculpted like a Greek god, you trace your featherlight touches on him, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“That tickles, sweetheart,” he hums when he travels behind your ear and gives you a little nibble on the “K” tattoo inked on the underside of the lobe. He adores this tattoo, he thinks it’s so cute that you’re willing to get this done, his first initial, permanently on your flesh. The day you revealed the secret to him, he swore he had never been hornier.

“Kento, did you hear m—,” nanami likes to cut you off with unsuspecting and unassuming kisses, especially when you’re vulnerable and at his mercy like this.

“Patience, my love, I heard you loud and clear,” but his lips don’t part from yours, they stay slotted in between your soft pout. His hands massage the bruises he caused just now, he feels bad, he feels like a kid that had dropped merchandise at a store.

“I like them, Kento,” referring to the bruises.

“You do?”

“Yes, very much,” you slither your hands down and top his, pulling them by the knuckles, detaching them from their original spot and wrap them around your throat, “so stop worrying.”

No matter what, Nanami dotes in you, his fingers find a familiar place on your neck and they grip around the sides, where they should always have been.

“God, princess,” he’s breathless, hard cock still inside of you, nestling and warming itself in between your warm cunt, “you made me speechless.”

“Then don’t speak,” you slide your tongue inside his mouth, just for him to instinctively suck on it. After you make out with him for seemingly forever, nanami gain his prowess back.

“You know I love you right,” he asks.

“Of course I do,” you reply.

“More than anything and anymore in this world, you’re my one and only,” he affirms.

“I know, kento,” you say.

“Good, because I’ll fuck you like I absolutely despise you.”

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I feel like I haven’t written in forever but I’m mentally spent with school & work :( I miss the app sm tho!! Thank you for reading as always! ♥︎

[shroomsroom]

can you please do a johnny cade smut with him being dominant and praising you (and a bit of squirting if that's okay?) thank you!

ok i can do this guys massive + PROMINENT age up because johnny cade is 16 at the time of the book. (pretend the book didn't happen tho ! ) it's been years since you last saw johnny. you met in 5th grade and instantly hit it off. when you were both 16 you had to pack up and leave. your goodbye was bittersweet, with promises to return and to write. now it's been around 7 years, you've graduated and are returning to tulsa to settle down. you know on the door lightly, you don't know where johnny is, but you've asked and some people said to check the curtis brother's house. "hel-? y/n!" darry opens the door, although you werent very close he's still warm to you and invites you inside. "y/n?!" you hear a familiar voice shout. "hi johnny!" you smile, running to hug him. he, along with you, have grown so much and he looks more mature with a hint of his baby face. "it's been so long!" he says, squeezing you tighter. time passes quickly, getting caught up on what you've both been doing, eventually johnny takes you back to his small apartment. "unfortunately, i don't have a roll-out or a second bed for you.." he says as you step into his apartment. "it's fine" you laugh lightheartedly, "we'll just do what we did when we were kids." you remember the time you shared a bed but placed pillows in between you as a wall. he snickered and led you to his bedroom. the bed was comfortable to rest in but you woke up multiple times during the night. you rubbed your face with your hand, letting out a sigh because of your terrible sleep. "you awake?" johnny asks you, his voice was groggy and strained. "sorry, can't sleep well." "'s fine, me neither," he inches closer to you, envloping your body in a hug. you sucked your breath in, old feelings resurfacing. "i can give you more pillows if you want," he says "just not tired," you swallow thickly, theres a moment of silence before johnny speaks "i can make you tired," you don't know how you ended up like this, face down ass up, stuffed full with johnny's dick. all you know is that this is no longer the same boy who was scared of sharing a straw with you because that would be "kissing" . "fuuuckk" you cry, long drawn out moans matching with johnny's pace. "feel so good, can't believe i was missing out on this for 3 years" he groans, smacking your ass, his pace growing faster. you moan out again as johnny's hand finds your tits, kneading and playing with them. "did you miss me when you went off to college?" he asks, pinching your skin roughly. you let out a whimper, too gone to put together a sentence. "c'mon baby. use your words," his pace slows to a still, and you cry out in frustration. "yes, fuck, yes i missed you so much!" you whine, fingers gripping the sheets. he picks up his pace again, fucking you rougher and harder than before. "i can feel it, your pussy is clenching me so tight," he groans. "fuck-fuck, oh my god. johnny 'm close" you babble, words slurring together "cum on my cock darling, you can do it" he leans down and whispers into your ear. your eyes roll back into your head, clenching down on him. you collapse on the bed while juices squirt out of you. "holy shit, y/n" johnny says, you turn your head back questioningly only to see his pelvis soaked in your juices. you blush, embarrassed. "oh-." "did you know you could do that?" he asks, you bite your lip and shake your head. "that was so sexy, we should try it again," he says, flopping down next to you. you laugh, a blush forming on your face. "did i make you tired?" he asks, sincerely. "of course," you smile at him. he returns the smile. "oh! maybe we should take a shower first"

[lostlimerence]

Hiii! (I'm milkcryptid!) omg yes! Your writing is amazing! I got it recommended from the "based on your likes" from tumblr, and even tho I'm not really in the stranger things fandom your fic really stuck with me, I had to go find and read it again!!

The way you described the interaction with Karen, the little details of how Billy was gripping the handle of his car ready to run but not knowing how to get out of that situation, gods he really is just a kid!!

"she corrects him in a sickeningly sweet voice, “we’ve spoken about this Billy, call me Karen,”" that was skin crawling frfr

And how Hopper was full on papa bear but trying to keep calm not to startle him :(((

"“ of course Mrs Wheeler, you get back to your kids and I’ll take care of this one.”” GET HER AGAIN!!!

AND "violence is the only language Billy knows especially when it comes to adult men, and Jim will never speak it” THIS PART!!!! THIS IS WHAT GOT ME!!! The first time I read it, Billy’s reaction made me so sad cuz this is so true and seeing Hopper being so level-headed about it cuz "Billy is a fucking kid and he’s a fucking adult” gods it was amazing to read!!!

Thank you so so so much for your words and for sharing them!!!♡♡♡

Thank you so much for all of your kind and wonderful comments! It honestly made me smile so hard when I saw your tags and this message has made me smile even harder!

I love hearing that it resonated with you! I try and use fic to remind everyone that Billy was/is a child who should not have been treated the way he was by adults.

I feel like it’s often brushed over (in canon) and especially with Karen they seemed to be trying to push the narrative of - look how bad billy is trying to get Karen to have an affair - rather than the obvious (or at least it should be) - why the fuck is someone old enough to be his mother preying on and entertaining this behaviour - any non-predatory adult would not be indulging it but worrying about where the behaviour came from (what I make Jim do often in my fics haha) - it just really felt like an injustice that there was no character looking out for Billy so the need to write him being seen/heard/looked after is very strong (a feeling I think many Billy fans have).

Anyway I’ve gone on a mini rant haha thank you again your words really boosted me!