#than having some lowlife male around

[multiversegideons]

I wish more women would find passions in life so that they can fill their lives with their own interests instead of feeling the need to be with a man because of their loneliness

[onyourhyuck]

LOWLIFE. | L.DH | PART 2

— Prologue: He hushes your series of whines. “Be quiet and just take what i give you alright?” He was beyond cruel to you and you couldn’t help it but shut up as he told you to.

— Summary: Where your childhood enemy found your diary one day where you wrote all your dirty thoughts about Lee fucking Haechan.

— Genre: Just pure filth here. Smut Smut Smut minors dni. Manipulative Haechan here he’s just so bad to Y/n. Everything is consensual but it can get pretty dark. Y/n enjoys being humiliated (humiliation kink) and a threesome is involved here with nomin. Recording a sex tape. Exhibitionist. Being watched when having sex. Pure brain rot. Body worshipping (male receiving). Blindfold temporarily on. Ice play female receiving. Giving head to y/n and using ice at the same time. Neck grabbing. Y/n fucking humps thighs. Donghyuck makes Y/n fuck herself on his thighs.

— Notes: Since you guys liked the first part so much here is a part 2 <3 enjoy loves.

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It’s only been a week since the day you were caught with your diary and Donghyuck hasn’t let it go since then keeping you on a tight leash with his name on it figuratively. It’s gotten to the point where there wasn’t a space and time when he was bored and needed some ‘entertainment’ so he would call you up. As much as you’re happy with him being more interactive.

You can’t help but think that you’re growing more feelings towards him than you could imagine. Something darker and more sinister. You can’t help your lewd thoughts and it’s not like you can write it in your diary like you’d per usual do because now he’s got in and he hasn’t given it back since.

You are too embarrassed to voice your opinions to him because not only is this not a friends with benefits — because he’s not your friend and none of you are benefitting from this it’s more like he’s benefiting from your humiliation. It’s much more complex than that.

You’re not sure what to call it honestly and it didn’t matter what label you’ve decided this was, at the end of the day Donghyuck is a lowlife who’s been around your life fucking it over and upside down until you’re a crying fucking mess on the screen and now you’re not sure what more could happen?

You forgot half of the things you’ve wrote in that diary of yours that’s how much you’ve wrote. Endless information he could end you with in a matter of a bullet second from shooting your heart. Donghyuck has been reading your massive diary daily and found himself preparing the next thing you guys could do.

One thing he’s came across was something he couldn’t imagine doing but then he started reading more from your point of view he happens to found himself becoming more interested with the idea of what he’s about to do.

It’s more like multiple things he’s about to do with you.

You were told to come to his house and when you do you’re meant to ring the door bell and wait for him patiently to come down and get the door. You asked what if his parents answer the door but he claims that his parents won’t be home that day until later evening time so you were told to come early morning. When you did the door swung open revealing the devil who looks a little too good in just a basic white shirt with short sleeves revealing the perfectly tan forearms and his wet hair spiked down.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him for the longest minute staying mesmerised at how good he looks. He was in black shorts and a white basic plain shirt only revealing slight bit of his skin which left a feral feeling on the bottom pit of your stomach.

God you sometimes wonder if you can stop being so fucking down bad for him but you can’t.

Donghyuck saw your very obvious staring in which he snaps a finger in front of your glasses glaring at you for standing there. It’s cold outside why would you stand there looking like you’ve seen an angel? “Earth to specs mind coming in or will you stand there like an idiot.”

“Because I can certainly fuck you right here and give my neighbours a hot show.” He darkly throws watching your face go from a light complexion to a very warm bright red. Your gaze breaks down and you take a step inside taking off the shoes and your jacket. Donghyuck smirks ear to ear closing the door.

Shame he wouldn’t mind fucking you in the open right there.

“What’s got you so dazed out airhead?” He crows behind you enough to cause a bunch of goosebumps to pop on your skin like a running disease. You hate how much everything turns you on about him and it’s not even lust at this point.

It’s like you’re drugged by him and he’s the only reason you can feel something to feel so alive.

You wanted to reply but you weren’t sure how to say it casually without seeming like you’ve been eye-fucking him right now.

Donghyuck finds your silence very amusing as he leads you upstairs to the bedroom. You’ve never been to his bedroom but the only time you were inside his house was when your parents let you both play mario kart when you guys were younger. Back then you guys were inseparable best friends but soon enough that changed and now it’s been years since you’ve seen his home again.

“No answer hm?” Donghyuck closed the door as you hear him speak again this time you awkwardly sit on the end of the bed.

You’re quite literally screaming inside your head so many things but many occurrences were that you’re sitting on the bedsheets that smell like him. You could figure out the scent round the room belongs to him and you know it well — he has a distinctive smell that you grew to love and even a simple whiff of it from school if he walks past you or even after sports practice he comes out sweaty with a little bit of spray on his body.

You found yourself loving his cologne.

Donghyuck wanted more of an interaction between you and him but you were completely out of it as if you were too distracted by his bedroom now. He had a bunch of Michael Jackson posters and loads of music albums from him and some were Ariana grande. The other times it was maybe some actors and gaming consoles on the shelves. He happens to have a book shelf full of comics and mangas he grew to love reading.

Maybe you felt like you were seeing a side of him you never knew he had. After all he probably changed a little right?

“What’s got you so shy now, before you couldn’t keep your mouth shut around me.” He told pointing out as he approached you on the bed and you crawl back the minute he moves towards you. He was trapping you on the bed with him now closing in like a wall ready to squish you alive.

“Sorry I’m a bit overwhelmed.” Your response was quietly hidden by the hitch to your breathe when his face closed in stopping just a little leaving only an inch between you and him.

He wasn’t grasping what could make this so overwhelming, is the oxygen in his house becoming too much for you?

When in reality he was too much for you. You were still in disbelief that he was fucking you, heck, last week felt like a freaking fever dream you couldn’t quite believe it was true that your enemy and your obsessive crush was actually speaking to you for more than five seconds — he was doing a lot more than speaking to you too…

“What’s overwhelming you specs?” Knitting eyebrows at you was enough reason for you to sit up slightly letting the oversized zip up hoodie fall on the left shoulder leaving a bit of your skin and short sleeve shirt revealing your arm.

You trail shyly. You can’t believe you’re here about to tell him why you’re so shocked to this moment. “You’re overwhelming me.” Donghyuck pulls away for a bit but not enough that leaves a big gap between you both. He stayed close enough to have you holding your breathe.

But now he was watching you completely out yourself to him. “You look very… good right now and this is— the first time I’ve ever been to your bedroom. I feel very…” you pause trying to find the correct words without trying to seem like you’re losing your shit — because you are very much losing your mind. “I feel very surprised you asked me to come here.”

In all honesty he found your slight minor confession to be very cute but he knew deep down you were thinking he most dirty and sinking things out of this world and if everyone knew they would view you to be the most sinful person ever to love. As much as it was sweet to the ears, Donghyuck wasn’t here for the sweetness and lovey-doveyness from you. It’s never been like that with you and him it’s always been a tug of war with you both. You were enemies not freaking lovers. As much as he’s aware of your deep deep infatuation of him he found that much more important than your feelings for him.

It was an one sided love but a double sided attraction that lead him to you. It’s not a first where you discover a bunch of things you want to do to a person and that person being your enemy. It’s not something you come across everyday.

“Oh Y/n never took you for a romanticist.” He mockingly adds grabbing your jawline with his hands smirking down at you. “What looks good on me right now hm? Why don’t you elaborate on that instead. Save your love confession for someone else specs.”

Your eyes widen as he was grabbing onto your jawline so tight you could feel the compacting strength between his fingers and you jerk your head forcefully at his way being forced to look him in his devilish black eyes filling nothing but the longing abyss.

“Your- your arms… the shirt it suits you.” Donghyuck hums hearing you speak out very slowly as his head moved closer to your neck giving it many layers of kisses. It caused you to become ticklish as he suddenly lays you down unlocking your jawline away and your head lands on the pillowcases sinking like you were on a cloud.

He mutters slow words on your neck to let you know what he wanted from you and Lord knew you were ready to oblige. ‘And what else?’ He wanted you to keep saying the things your filthy mind was telling you about yourself.

“Mmh…and your thighs… your thighs are so hot.”

The many kisses on your neck travel upstairs to your jawline eventually going back down to your very sensitive area leaving your skin to grow pinkish and reddish. Each tickle response has caused you to jolt underneath the boy above you leaving a trail of bruises on the skin marking it as his own. Letting you know that this was only the beginning.

He lets out casually ‘oh yeah?’s at you wanting to hear you rumble more and more what stunned you so much to look at him like he was an angel landing on earth right in front of you. His voice was doing magic to you, you loved it when it went deeper octaves but at the same time it was a breathtaking light tone that leaves you wondering if he could ever become a musician.

His voice was honey and you’re at this point a bee wanting his voice injected into your veins. It’s not enough to hear him speak to you.

“I have a surprise for you later on then.” He seethes keeping you now on your toes because you can’t help but wonder what surprise is it and if it was even a good one or an absolute horrific one leading to more of your embarrassment to the list.

The word surprise can mean two different things to you and Donghyuck’s vocabulary. He was cruel you don’t know if you can trust his worst at all.

Pulling away from your body leaves you left stranded and alone like you were on an island awaiting the next move from the sea level to completely hit you. To your surprise he pulls out a blindfold and soon covers your eyes going blackout with the same moment you felt your lower clothing brand strap slip off and a shivering cold breeze comes against your skin.

You never realised how cold his room was until he stripped your lower clothing first down, throwing it somewhere in the room being list of his worries. You felt now more exposed than ever and you weren’t sure what he was doing being you could only see blackness and he was there in front of you doing anything, absolutely anything.

He can see your confused and panic expression from a mile away as you were jolting your head around trying to take senses of your hearing wanting to know where to the boy was shifting space to space, wanting to make a guess what’s going to happen.

But your mind was taken by surprise when a sudden cold snap to your warm clit makes you jolt up helping out your hands forward and a little shout from your pretty lips. Donghyuck laughs and warningly pushed your wrists down to stay down and if they don’t, there would be consequences.

You knew better to cross Donghyuck but the cold sensation of what felt like an ice cube rolling down its wetness on your clit could make you squirm and twist in your own skin. He found this to amuse him a lot more when anytime the ice cube came back to touch your pussy you were frantically moving around unable to stay still.

He hushes your series of whines. “Be quiet and just take what i give you alright?” He was beyond cruel to you and you couldn’t help it but shut up as he told you to.

You murmur faintly when he slid the freezing ice cube between your slippery folds. Even though it was infuriatingly cold and torturous even to you you grew to becoming aroused by the unknowing blindfold on and not know when he was going to let the ice cube touch you.

It leaves a second guessing hand on you.

And then when you were hoping for more and better wider availability to a pleasure on your swollen clit growing feverishly arouse you start to grind out on the ice. Whining at the sensation and he simple watches you suck in the ice cube inside your walls that eventually spit it back out. He was loving your body reacting to it more and more.

It started off as a displeasing affair and now it’s becoming something you’ve grown to enjoy the more cold the ice cube is the better it gave you a significantly new high you’re chasing.

He remembers when he read your diary and found temperature play written down he somehow knew you meant ice play. You wouldn’t want a super hot water pouring down your skin but you’ve always dreamed about trying someone cold and seeing where it goes.

He made it reality all thanks to your endless exposing thoughts in your diary that he reads daily to see what to do with you next.

You were a grinding mess but now you’re becoming a whole new level of mess when a pair of two lips land on your wet and extremely cold surface pussy sucking you dry. The cold melting water that’s been on your inner thighs drooling down your breathing entrance and your clit specially you were a mess. Now Donghyuck’s mouth was devouring you as if he was waiting to eat you out at a very specific moment in time.

He didn’t want to give it to you yet. The main course hasn’t came yet and the appetiser is meant to be savoured carefully with each flavour, so he couldn’t rush this process of carefully edging you with a bunch of ice cubes he brought upstairs for you. He was planning this very carefully.

And you have no idea what to expect next.

Your hands were trying to reach for his hair and push him further and further but without any permission you stood your ground aching to touch him. Aching to grind his face in between your legs like it’s the last time he will ever go down on you again.

Your moans were cracking one by one, like an egg ready to catch because of your orgasm coming by the thread. You were so close that you started shakily speaking out in tongues.

“D-Donghyuck I’m..! Please I’m so close don’t stop.”

He couldn’t help but take a note of your melodic progression to your moans and somehow he couldn’t bring himself to make you orgasm just yet.

You were so frustrated that you gripped the bedsheets when the anticipation of your orgasm wasn’t there and he pulls away.

He took your blindfold off seeing how your eyes were watering and you were unable to adjust to the light until you saw a wide smirking boy above you. You look at him confused murmuring. “W-why did you stop I was so close to orgasming.” And all you could think about was his devilish face.

Donghyuck retorts darkly sliding back motion out the thighs. “Last time I checked I don’t take orders from you, and I can decide when you can have your precious orgasm and when you can’t.”

God he’s so cruel, even now he has an image to keep up with.

Your eyebrows fell as he motions you to crawl to him and you did on all fours coming closer and he positions his left thigh for you in the open view. You shakily look down wondering what he meant but his eyes when you’ve looked into them said you knew what to do.

He whispers to your ears. “If you really want to have your orgasm why don’t you fuck yourself on my thigh, you stupid whore.”

‘So that’s what he meant by a surprise later.’ You couldn’t believe it when you thought about it.

Your love for his thighs was coming true and he pats the area on the surface awaiting for you to move on it and when you did your wet lubricant spew all over him. Your clit brushes on his soft skin and he could gnaw at how wet you are it’s like a living water park watching you become so wet. He’s never seen something like this before and you could see the fire burning behind his eyes.

Your hands gently grab on the shoulders and you stuttering out your moans when your hips were rocking back and forth on the thigh of your enemy who watches you with a keen addictive eye.

Seeing you fuck yourself while he doesn’t do anything. Doesn’t touch you, Doesn’t speak to you, he just watches you chase your freaking high like the horny slut you are.

It turns you on, so much. You won’t ever live this down however. Your enemy won’t let you forget this moment when you make yourself come on his thigh and moan like a rabid dog.

You’re nothing but rabid when it comes to him.

You shakily exhale. “Hyuck it feels so— good. So so…” you bite down your bottom lip closing your eyes letting your head fling back constantly as your hips continue strutting forward and backwards.

He smirks chasing you down with his eyes, condescending speaking at you knowing how much you have been dreaming of this for a very long time.

Your body jolts at a sudden rate when you feel a literal electric pulse shocking you as you release on his thigh making an immense swirling and squelching sound as your liquid floods on his leg completely ruining the shorts but nonetheless you hear a very powerful but low voice taunting you.

“Atta girl, make a mess on my thigh because that’s all you’re fucking good at.”

He was cooing at you using a very baby voice that belittled every moral compass you have inside you. He’s so condescending towards you and only you.

You’re so fucked out he thought you might doze off in a bit as you were taking a huge hit from the massive orgasm you just had on his freaking leg he grabs on your face pulling you to face him.

He taunts. “You with me still?”

You knew he doesn’t care if you’re having too much trouble focusing back to the activity but it felt slightly nice to hear those words even though he meant it in such a cruel tone.

It wasn’t a nice or caring tone at all, but least he asked you if you’re still alive in the present moment.

“Mhm only a little tired.” You’ve mention and he runs the fingertips across your stomach humming checking you down and the wetness growing between your legs again.

He looks away for a moment. “If you’re tired go home.” He simply said without a hint of care in them and your eyes widen.

‘He’s going to let me go home just like that?’ You couldn’t believe it at first as you thought it through and you blink shocked.

“W-wait I can just go home now?” You blurt suddenly out and he can sense your presence becoming suspicious of this.

No after care. No cuddles. Nothing of that sort just leave when you’re tired and you can go back to your very own bed. As much as you wanted more you wanted him to tell you to stay for dinner or rest here until then you can go home but nope.

He’s your enemy. He isn’t your boyfriend and never will be it’s never even crossed his flipping mind no matter how much he would try to make sense of it. He’s never had feelings for you and the only feelings he has to this day is the word ‘Hate’ loosely.

Donghyuck raised an eyebrow going to look back at you again. “Yeah I have no use for you if you’re tired. We can’t continue what I was planning next but don’t worry.” He smirks pausing.

“I’ve got a better idea for us next time.”

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The next day you forgot your pencil case at home as well as your gym clothes for today’s lesson. You told yourself specifically not to forget it because today was the day you had to bring your separate clothes, but on the days you don’t have p.e lessons you’re bringing your gym bag thinking it’s that day when it’s not. At this point you’re thinking you set yourself up by trying so hard to remember to bring it.

‘Just my luck.’ You thought deeply heading into the classroom where everyone was focusing on their work.

You came back from using the restroom but the minute you returned making your way back to your representative desk you always sat at you trip over a long leg nearly face planting but thankfully you grabbed on to another student’s desk to support your body weight flung over thank’s to someone’s long legs purposely tripping you over.

Your eyes face the desk you managed to grab onto to and slowly apologise facing the student glaring at you for even pushing their desk slightly back. It’s not like you wanted to do that purposely, but they glare at you anyways giving you a dirty look.

Your attention goes back onto who could possibly trip you up so cruelly? And to none of your surprise it was your freaking enemy.

Gazing at you already laughing at your dumb expression that was so bluntly folding between the classroom lightning finding this so much more amusing than you right now.

He leans closer seeing you standing there still like an statue. He can’t help himself every minute he found in his day to ruin yours. He loves being so cruel to you until it leaves you having a rotten day or a sour taste inside your mouth that you couldn’t get rid off. It’s like he purposely makes it a goal to make every day less brighter and more gloomy. Like you’d never see sunshine in your life.

You don’t understand him at all. One minute he’s cruel and cold the next minute he’s speaking to you wanting to absolutely fuck the shit out of you.

“What are you looking at idiot?” Donghyuck fumed at you with widen eyes glaring into your soul you could sense it seeping out of your body that’s trembling like a lost lamb out of its flock.

You look away not even a murmur coming past your lips you simply walk to your seat turning your back to the boy and sitting back down having your head hung low. You don’t have the courage to speak up against Donghyuck in front of everyone, heck, in front of anyone. You can’t even speak against him when you’re alone with him for godsake.

You’re both afraid, but you seem to get in your feels of the conflicting infatuation obsessing over him at the same time you try to be more tolerant of anything he gets up to with you considering you know him for so long.

Donghyuck’s friends were smirking eyeing down you like you’re a show piece for them and to whatever fantasy they could do with you. Donghyuck wont protect you from anything he’s not your boyfriend you have to remind yourself of that. He’s your bully, your enemy and he is your ex childhood friend.

“She didn’t even utter a word at you.” Jeno said lowly watching the way you were avoiding the grim boy who was so rude to you. A normal person would’ve said something at least.

You however didn’t.

Jaemin pities you at the same time he found it weirdly adorable watching you go back to your seat shaking like a lost dumb kid. “Poor thing she was literally trembling. You’re one cruel bastard.” He vows to Donghyuck causing him to laugh out loud.

“I’m cruel than what are you? We both know we are the same person but different font.” It’s true the boys knew each other like it’s a clean design of a house they created of their own fantasies.

They were all fucked up, soon you’re about to find out how fucked up they are.

The next class was gym class however it was outside where the sunshine was so bright it could blind people. The students female and male were separated the men went downstairs to change however the female took the classroom changing into the p.e attire on their bodies. Your gym teacher was hesitant when you explained your situation in which they didn’t give you detention (you were so thankful for this) but they said you cannot play as punishment today so you were sent into the empty classroom, to revise and study for your other subjects now instead.

It was a shame because today it was soccer and the girls were against the boys. You love playing outside too it’s rare when your class can go outside into the field to play in the bright sunshine. Your skin really need some vitamin D to make your melanin shine through however, you didn’t complain because you didn’t get a detention to save your life. Now you’re sitting in an empty classroom that holds gym bags on the tables some clothing belonging to the female students were out in the open until the class ends they will all come back to change into the uniform once more. You’re the only one left with your notebook open reading through your previous notes and many textbooks on the side. You decided to look through your geography lesson from today since you did score a few correct answers but you happened to have some wrongs too.

You tend to have a perfectionist mindset when it comes to your subjects and the minor tests at every start of the class because you want to at least fix the wrongs before it can cause a bigger consequences on your mock exams next year. Thankfully you can rest assure no one will be bothering you up here right? Since everyone is outside no one would dare to find you and speak to you.

But how wrong you are.

The door swung open revealing three boys coming inside the classroom closing it shut right your face was raised up staring with your eyes widen wondering what brings three boys like them together to come up when they should be downstairs? They were clearly meant to be in the gym session class because of the boy’s uniform used for soccers plays but instead their attention was on something much more entertaining than soccer.

Donghyuck urges clapping hands forward. “Y/n there you are, say hi to my friends, don’t be so rude.” He cowers over to you with a hand on your shoulder pulling you up from your seat and pushing you forward in front of the two intimidating boys. Slightly taller than Donghyuck not by many inches. One’s with super blonde hair making his sharp face stand out so much more, certainly making his eyes colder when staring at you. While the other boy had lighter brown hair facing you with the intent of a warm smile but definitely creepy behind it.

They both had such different aura and vibes but both of them scared you and now Donghyuck was the most terrifying of them all. Just what on earth was he planning? No… what were THEY planning to do with you is the real question now.

Jeno saw your silence incoherently rude sighing. “She isn’t very good at obeying is she?” You we’re meant to say hello but you were too stunned facing the two handsome boys.

Donghyuck replies glaring your way. “I’m still training her. I guess I haven’t been training her hard enough though.”

‘He’s treating me like I’m his pet or somethin’.’

You shiver as the boys were scolding your behaviour until a hand pulls you back to the table pushing your textbooks and notes on the ground as you’re pushed against it by their hands Jaemin was the first one to whisper sweetly in your ears, something you’re not used to. “Princess you’re quite cute up close.” These words you found hard to believe, it’s your self esteem that’s been lower and lower since you and Donghyuck have been interacting more. He never once compliments your way.

But Jaemin was different with you he was very much full on praising you which leaves an uncanny impression deep down in your stomach.

Donghyuck leers conceding. “Specs you’re still my toy understood? My friends got curious and want to use you too though.” You weren’t sure what he meant by using you, until your body was taken by surprise with Donghyuck grabbing your neck forcing you to look at him as Jaemin’s hands roam your thighs up and down. You lost your sight off the other boy but he reappears behind you slipping under your school shirt to untuck your bra. Donghyuck saw the life In your eyes shake your earth and he found love in seeing your eyes tremble.

You finally got the idea of what they’re going to do. They’re going to fuck you in the classroom where anyone could walk in on you getting your shit ruined by three popular guys in the school, the boys who everyone wants and not that it matters in this situation because anyone could have been here to see you on the desk spread like the whore you are. Donghyuck wanted to test his limits with you, he really did. He wants to try everything against you and he knows that you are down to do anything for him because you’re nothing but a toy he owns. And his friends are allowed to use you as long as the have his permission.

You retort when your upper clothing came off leaving your bra to fall off and your chest was in the boy’s eyes as they turn heart eyes on them. Finding your chest to be impressive to their tests they found it entertaining to hear you squirm when a mouth latches on your sensitive nipples causing it to grow hard with a slur to their tongues on it warming it up with their scorching saliva sending down shivers on your skin. Jaemin didn’t leave your chest unattended as he looks up at you to see your adorable reactions your face would make. If he bites down on your nipple for a second or two you moan loudly trying to keep it as quiet as possible. You really don’t want a teacher to come from next door and catch you all doing this stuff. You wouldn’t be able to live that down. If he rolls his tongue fast enough it left you flinging your head back as Jaemin pushed your hips against his crotch smirking.

Unattaching his mouth from your breasts he came up to your lips kissing you hungrily and you were so lost on the pleasure he provided that these two boys were stuck on watching Jaemin getting it on with you. His fingers twist and turn your nipples he could sense the vibration from your voice in the kiss moaning. Your eyes were closed shut leaving Jaemin to pull away inhaling oxygen as you gasp out. You were so lost in the moment that you turn around seeing a phone recording you both. The whole scenario.

Donghyuck the cruel man he was recording this whole thing with his phone and Jeno on the side was watching for an opening to partake. At first you stare at the camera shifting your focus away from Jaemin who follows your eyes.

You open your mouth. “You’re recor-“ but a finger place under your chin pulls you around Jaemin making sure you face him as he cuts you off. “Shh Honey pay attention to Nana alright? It’s my turn. Your sweet little crush on Donghyuck can wait.”

‘They know about my diary.’ You want to scream as you face Jaemin without much choice as he reconnects his lips against yours this time letting the fingertips sneak around your panties underneath your school skirt letting you gasp when your clothed clit was rubbed very slowly and sensually as if you were a doll with any haste movement you’d break so the boy was careful treating you like you’re an antique to be cherished. But the way he was kissing you so roughly led you to believe he was just like the other two boys — a fucked up guy wanting a fucked up girl like you to try things out and experiment.

Your pussy was soaking enough through your lace black panties with a soft fabric ease to the skin made up of the finest cotton. Jaemin couldn’t resist but to smirk down as he pushed your skirt fully into a roll where it reveals your thighs spread and his thumb brushing on the swollen clit begging to be pleasured more and more by the moment grows. He awes looking down at your wet panties dripping. “Princess I’ve barely touched you. Tell me who are you this wet for, me or Donghyuck?”

Your body was somehow aroused by Jaemin but your head and heart were yelling out Donghyuck’s name like it’s your home. As if he was the only word you were able to remember on top of that lousy head of yours you were so compiled by lust that even the thought of Donghyuck watching you getting fucked by another guy was arousing you between your legs leaving a tear. You were so down bad beyond anyone’s help.

He whispers. “Come on you can tell us, what’s your answer?”

Your eyes warily look over at Donghyuck watching you intensely as he’s still keeping his phone camera on you and Jaemin recording. The other boy Jeno was enjoying your conflict as much as you were hating it so badly.

You either completely reject Jaemin, or, you completely embarrass yourself and say Donghyuck knowing damn well it’s the truth but it’s the very potential truth that will leave them mocking you.

“The answer is right here.” Donghyuck darkly said your way watching you and Jaemin turn around to look at him. He already knew your answer.

You murmur to Jaemin looking away shyly. “D-Donghyuck.” The brunette boy grins ear to ear watching you answer with a stutter as he coos.

“So loyal to such a cruel owner hm?” Jaemin pets back your hair as he unbuckled the black formal school trousers dropping it to the ankles you could see the giant bulge. He was confident and not offended? It leaves you wondering if he was even effected by your strong feelings for his friend.

But instead he was petting your head as he slides your panties to the side lining up his hard rock tip on your entrance and you nervously bite down your lip. You’re deep down afraid by how thick Jaemin actually was, he was much thicker than Donghyuck but he wasn’t that long. He was a surprisingly average size but definitely thicker meat wise. Seeing your contrasting face only grows their lust thicker and endlessly watching you struggle take in Jaemin was a heavenly sight to see beholding in front of them. You moaning out into your palm as your one arm supporting your back behind on the desk. Their friend was fighting for his own life too when entering you. You were a tight place to enter all of him.

You weren’t aware in the beginning that Jeno was casually in the corner jacking off his cock as he watches his best friend rail you off your rocker. Shaking the desk holding you on it as with each thrust leaves you breaking in half.

Who breaks their toys when other people use them?

Only Lee Donghyuck could say he does. He enjoys seeing his dolls break and then he mends them back to normal just so he could break them himself. He was always wondering how far your deep obsession would go?

He wonders things like: Are you imagining it’s him fucking you right now? Are you thinking of him even now? Who’s name will you be screaming?

“F-fuck please… please…” you weren’t sure what you’re pleading anyone for when you’re aware that the biggest lowlife Lee Donghyuck won’t care and his two friends would pity you enough to not show mercy upon your fate.

They all want to see you break.

Donghyuck walking closer as he pushed his camera phone on to your face letting the view take a long lasting picture of your tears rolling down your cheeks like the river of your life coming out. Your hair became a bit messy and you were overstimulated by Jeno’s loud moans telling Jaemin to go faster into you and he did oblige to his friends command fucking your body against him faster letting you be squished with every powerful hit in between your bodies.

But you’re here pleading for Donghyuck to take you instead because you could only think of him in the same breath length he stood there being the most important person in your eyes. You’ve never once faced Jaemin you were facing the camera, specifically Donghyuck who was holding up his phone while recording you taking pleasure from watching you suffer.

“What are you pleading for?” Donghyuck said in a callus tone that you can’t forget about. You try to reach for his school shirt but when your arm was coming to his way he pulls backwards.

Your arm missed his body and he watches you coldly in a stern look behind those eyes. You shakily choke out with your hips stuttering at Jaemin’s body who grabbed you so roughly.

“Please fuck me Donghyuck.” You cannot believe you’re begging to take him and you are being fucked out already.

‘Can you even take two people?’ Donghyuck thought.

You clench your eyes as Jaemin chuckles in front of you seeing you become a flinching figure force when you finally orgasm on his cock all this time you were holding out from coming on someone’s cock that wasn’t Donghyuck, but you snapped finally the last thread took you off and you released a gushing liquid down his cock. Jaemin’s body was giving up soon after too and he looks at his friend panting heavily. “Where do i release Haechan?”

You murmur against your palms. “Out, please say out Hyuck!”

You don’t want anyone else to fill you up. Only Donghyuck.

Jaemin wasn’t unable to hear properly he was this close to blacking out as he was soon to releasing his load but waiting for a permission from his friend over the side Donghyuck darkly gazed into your eyes something within him turning his mind inside out into a new brain and a stomach releasing a new side of him he never knew he had.

You do such things to him and you don’t even know.

“Make a mess on her school uniform. So when everyone returns they know how much of a whore she is.”

Your eyes widen in slight relief but at the same time the humiliation of that happening was going to be the death of you. Jaemin barely could make it out but thankfully he pulls his cock out of your hole that sucked him so perfectly releasing a large amount of his come on your clothing. Your skirt messed up and rolling to your stomach becoming a white stain. Your eyes were wet from all those years that were streaming for ages.

Your teeth flatter your soft expression when Donghyuck croaks out coming closer to you now closing the space between your bodies. You’re laying on the table so perfectly waiting to take him but he made you wait. For him you’re being so patient because if you weren’t you’d be yelling and sending him begging pleas to take you right here on this table and that you’d not care if someone saw you. You would want them to know how much he loves taking you in as much as you do for him.

You whisper to him holding on his clothing. “Please…please hyuck I’ve been so good to you wasnt I?” You we’re really good to him he knows it himself but the way you’re acting isn’t the usual way you would be like. The normal you would’ve been already wanting this to finish and pretending you have zero intention of fucking him but you’ve never once begged him so much like this, sure you do if you’re on the edge, but now you’re under the edge. You’ve already fallen and now you’re so dumb out that you are begging him in front of two people you’re aware are watching but you blocked them out.

“God you weren’t lying when you said she’s the biggest slut You can find.” Jeno slips out holding haechan’s camera as he films with one hand jerking his erected cock. He hasn’t came yet he’s been edging himself for the real moment that’s about to begin.

Donghyuck trails looking down at you. “You’re such a whore with no shame and dignity left in your tiny body Y/n.”

He’s mocking you but to you it sounds like a love letter in disguise.

You nod repeatedly. “Yes, yes just for you hyuck. Please I’ve been thinking of your cock all this time, I can’t take it anymore.” You we’re panting as if it’s your last wish in this world and he grabs your legs dropping the trousers down.

Jaemin was lounging back fixing his own clothing as he watches you completely lose your mind the minute the longing thing you’ve been waiting for all this time in the moment you’re finally receiving your prize gift — Donghyuck. Your one and only thing in this world you would want to keep for yourself no matter what. The way his cock stretched you out was so special to you even though it was just him you loved the way his body has you exposed to this new brand pleasure no one else would give you. Jaemin couldn’t compare to him, at all. This pleasure had you doing laps even though you weren’t doing gym today.

You were doing a lot better gym in your opinion.

Your head going back as he starts to ram into your sloppy hole that’s been so wet and slimy all because of your orgasm despite that he loves how easily he could slip inside you so you’re adjusting to his long shape in your body. He loves how much he could go on and on fucking you until he leaves series imprints of his shape in your stomach leaving you second guessing where he could land next. You’re fully claiming the title of becoming his cum bucket, you’d love that to be your fullest job at this point. You’re obsessed with how he’s looking at you so intense with his beautiful melanin skin shining and glossed with sweat running down.

He was speaking so mean to you but you loved this and the boys never expected you to fall in love with such degrading terms. He can say the most outrageous things and words about you and you’d come back wanting to hear him repeat it.

His mouth connects to yours finding them to be looking empty handed kissing you with tongue leaving you breathlessly fucked out struggling to even kiss him back because of how much he’s thrusting in you. Your body was jolting with every thrust and your head was struggling to stay still to even connect your lips again. Donghyuck groans out. “You’re so useless, you can’t even kiss me back.” You whimper out after him. “S-Sorry i’ll try better…”

He sighs out into your neck. “You’re so fucking tight no matter who fucks you. At this point you’re made for me. My silly fucked out toy.” Grabbing on your thighs squeezing them he quicker with his pace. You bite your bottom lip. You don’t hate that he calls you his toy sometimes you enjoy it a lot more than you should be.

You know he means it. Sometimes you wonder if he ever treated you as a human but somehow behind his words you find yourself believing that he treats you human when you’re actually fucking. He kisses you with passion and not something that he dislikes, he grabs your body from ways you would never imagine he’d ever do that to you.

“I’m starting to believe you like being treated like this.” He darkly retorts against your shoulder skin kissing down on it with sucking on the precious areas leaving your sweet spot exposed. He hears you inhale deeply pushing deeper into your abused hole. “You like me fucking you like you’re nothing but worthless trash right?”

He’s right, you thought. He’s never wrong about you. He laughs he didn’t even knew a verbal response from you until your body was doing the speaking for you giving him a good enough answer as you orgasm on his cock shaking under him and he saw you trembling so much you weren’t able to stop your arms from falling apart and your thighs from keeping still anymore.

You shattered into pieces.

“You broke her Haechan take a look at her!” The two boys said in unison. Jeno seeing you breaking down only make him cum into his hand faster as he took a mental image of your body literally going under revamping to the pleasure you’re receiving.

In the end you were lifted and suddenly twisted round pushing your body around on the table where your head pressed on the desk now face flat as Donghyuck croaks out. “You enjoy being handled like this don’t you? You love me being fucking terrible treating you like you’re nothing but trash.” He was right and you would agree with him if you could even voice out your opinions but you’re too busy muffling your groans on the table being fucked from behind by Donghyuck now. Against your neck he croaks out inhaling your scent. “I’m starting to think you like this lot more than me.”

Maybe you were enjoying this more than him because now he’s about to giving you the best deal you’ve been waiting for — Donghyuck filling your useless hole. You can tell the moment has arrived when his hips stutter deep inside you making your ass cheeks move back and forward. His handprints on them slack your skin and squeeze your ass groping it as he was taking the last final rough thrust into you coming finally releasing a series of groans from his beautiful heart shape lips.

“Take it all you stupid bitch.” He said grabbing a handful of your hair pushing your head up in the air letting you watch Jaemin and Jeno awing at how fucked out and delirious you look right now. “Take it all. Don’t let a single thing come out.”

“You still love a lowlife like me?” Donghyuck said whispering to your quiet expression and you turn to him muffling a faint ‘yes’ as much as you’re trying not to pass out from the amount of things that’s been done from you.

“Unbelievable.” He mutters finding your answer to be difficult to believe after all he treats you like you’re less than a human.

Jaemin smiles. “She’s a keeper Haechan.” Jeno hums in agreement. “Oh yeah she definitely is. If you don’t want her I’ll take her.”

You murmur back to Jeno. “I don’t want you though.” You look back at Haechan with watery eyes from adjusting to the overstimulation given. You can’t believe you took two different guys at once right now. “I want Donghyuck, the biggest lowlife I’ve ever known.”

Haechan might not like you, but he must admit your feelings are starting to touch his cold undead heart just a little.

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[kpop-yes]

Ryujin x male reader: Fan Favorite

Ryujin POV

It's been a few months since a group i've been in, Itzy, Debuted.

And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't stressful, because it was very stressful.

We had a strict schedule and had to practice on a daily basis with barely any energy.

And one way people like to get rod of stress, is sex.

But it's hard being an idol and trying to have sex.

It either ends up being a creep or some lowlife cheating behind my back.

Speaking of my idol life, that reminds me that I have a fam meetup in a few hours.

I haven't really been interested in having sex with any of my fans, except for one.

He's always at every concert or fan meetup, and he's always at the front row, having a t-shirt or sign of me on it.

With all the times we've interacted, He's single and most definitely handsome~

Anyways I might take him to a hotel, to talk, and maybe a little more than that... Okay maybe sex.

-Timeskip-

After entering our venue and meeting with security and staff, It was time for my plan to take action.

I've made a little note with my hotel address and room number, Then if he does show up, I'll get to know him a bit, then if does seem to be a good guy, then this night could take lust turn.

Y/n POV

Another day, another Itzy fan show.

I decided to buy a little plushie to give to Ryujin, I hope she likes it.

Anyways, I better get going, the venue isn't far but I wanna get to my seat first before the venue gets crowded.

Ever since Itzy debuted, I've been in love with Ryujin, and she's been my bias ever since 2019 when they debuted.

- TimeSkip -

I arrived at the venue and sat down in my seat, noticing only that a couple people were here and they were taking pictures.

I looked up at the stage to see people setting up tables and chairs and getting everything set up.

That's when everyone rushed in and started taking their seats.

After a few minutes, Itzy walked and everyone started cheering, including me.

They were bowing and as soon as they were taking seats, I swear I saw her wink at me.

- Ryujin POV -

We all walked up to the front of the stage, bowed, and introduced ourselves to the fans, add as were walking to our seats, I spotted him, and I winked at him.

I felt so proud of myself for making the first move, hopefully he noticed.

Anyways, we sat down at our seats and explained how gifts and pictures worked, and after explaining some more rules, our fans started lining one by one for a signature and picture.

I looked to see where he was and saw that he was one of the first in line.

I got more nervous the more he moved closer, but why, if anything he should be the nervous one.

After taking a couple pictures and signing, It was his turn, what was his name again? was it y/n? might as well give it a shot.

He walked up to me and handed a little plushie,

"I hope you like it", he says.

"Like it? I love it! Thanks um... Y/n right?"

"Yes, you remembered my name!"

"How could I forget one of my biggest fans names! Anyways, Do you want a picture or an autograph?"

"Just a picture please!"

He handed me his phone and I took a photo of us, he looked very cute, but now it was time to give him the note.

- Y/n POV -

After taking a photo with Ryujin, I turned around and was about to walk off stage when I felt something in my hand.

I turned around to see Ryujin handing me a note,

The note said

-Meet me at (Random hotel address and room number) At 12:00 -

Is this really happening, has THE Ryujin invited me to her hotel room?!

I looked at her to see if this was some sort of joke but after looking deep in her sincere eyes, I don't think she's joking.

I nervously walked off the stage and back in my seat.

- Timeskip -

The rest of the fan meet was very awkward for me so much. I felt very awkward just looking at ryujin and couldn't focus on the fan meet and worried more about what she wanted from me.

Did she want to give me something? Was she going to do something to me? did she give me the correct hotel number?

So many thoughts and dirty thoughts running through my head the whole time.

I left instantly

when the fan meet ended and didn't look back.

I drove home, showered, and got ready to hopefully meet Ryujin at the hotel.

- Timeskip -

I left my house and got in my car, nervously I drove to the hotel address.

Never had I thought that I'd be driving to meet Ryujin at a hotel in private, One could only dream about this happening, but not me.

I arrived at the hotel, and it wasn't that big, Not I even I would suspect that an Idol was staying here.

I got out of my car and walked into the hotel, I asked the person at the desk where the room number Ryujin told me was at.

They gave me instructions and I was now taking an elevator to the room where Ryujin is supposedly at.

I got off the elevator and I found the room.

I nervously walked up to the door and knocked.

*Knock* *Knock*

Nothing, I guess she really did give me a random room number-

*click*

The door got unlocked, the door slowly opened and,

There she was, Ryujin, In front of me.

"Hey, you came! Come inside", she said.

"O-Okay".

I walked inside the room to see a bed, bathroom, and tv.

Nothing expensive just a normal room.

I sat down on the bed and Ryujin Closed the door and sat next to me.

"So, Why did you want me to meet you here?" I asked.

"Oh because I wanted to ask you some questions!"

And for the next 20 minutes Ryujin asked me questions like what I do on my free time and My hobbies.

Nothing seemed unusual until the final question.

"Anyways, I have one final question", she said while moving closer to me.

"Un sure, ask away".

She got closer to me until her face was right in front of me. She got closer to my ear and whispered,

"Are you a virgin Y/n?"

What, How am I supposed to answer that question?!?

If I say no she'll expect me to be experienced?  But if i say yes I'll probably look like a loser to her?

What do I say?!?

"Um, Y-Yeah Im a V-Virgin" I said nervously

"Perfect~ Take off your pants"

I did as she said and started unbuckling my pants.

But I guess I was taking too long because she got on her knees and started taking off my pants.

After struggling to unzip my pants, she roughly pulled them down and admired my member bulging through my boxers, then taking them off.

One thing I won't ever forget is the second when my member slapped a crossed face and her face admiring my member.

After admiring my member for a minute, she wraps her hands around my member and starts to stroke it.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

The sensation was already amazing but knowing that Ryujin was stroking my dick the sensation was even better.

Going from stroking, Ryujin Puckered her lips as she slowly started to give me a blowjob.

Her tongue twisting in the inside of her mouth while moving her head back and forward was something that you could only imagine.

My head felt lightheaded snd I felt like I was about to blow my load.

I guess Ryujin could sense my load as she suddenly stopped what she was doing and stood up.

She looked me in the eyes while slowly stripping right in front of me.

After taking off most of her clothes, all that was left were her bra and her soaked panties.

She fell on the bed back first and seemingly waited for me.

“Come on, you’re taking too long. Woman also need some stress taken care of!” She said frustrated.

I moved on top of her and started moving her panties to the side snd admired her soaked Vagina.

But I guess I took too long because she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in her grasp.

I lined ip my member to her pussy and slowly inserted my dick into her.

Her slow moans gave me more confidence to move more inside of her.

After being fully inside of her, I stroked back and forward slowly, Hearing her moans was a pleasant sound to hear.

My mind started to get foggy as I started to Stroke harder, My head felt dizzy but I kept stroking until I was about to reach my limit,

“Ah, Ryujin, I’m about to cum-“

“Do it, Do it Y/n, Fucking cum inside of me!”

After getting confirmation from Ryujin, I kept pounding until I blew my load inside of her.

I Laid beside her, Admiring her body.

Even tho I blew my load, My member was still rock hard.

Ryujin looked back at me and smirked.

And after what seemed like a looooong night, Ryujin gave me her number and told me,

“Call me if you ever fell stressed again”.

[ccalhoun]

Hihi! I was wondering if I can send a request of a Brahms Heelshire oneshot angst? The plot would be like you guys got into a fight of some sort, making him angry and violent. He would accidentally hit you or push you, or anything that can cause you death? What would be his reaction? You can decide that :D

If you decide to do it, thank you so much! No rush at all! Take your time and have a lovely day💕

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brahms heelshire x m!reader oneshot!

warnings: male reader, can be trans or cis, toxic brahms (its brahms lets be real), arguing, mutual comfort, mentions of blood, descriptions of abandonment, hurt to comfort

wc: 900+

cut for length!

you stormed out of your room, brahms following quickly behind you.

"wait, please! just listen to me! why are you so upset?" brahms' voice was a mix between begging and yelling at you. he was horrified you were going to abandon him and leave him (how would be survive without you)? however, he also thought you were being irrational, how bad was it really that he killed the most recent grocery boy? its not like he deserved to live, how could someone like him try to flirt on someone like you? it was disgusting, really, he views you as an angel, a higher being when all you really do is love him and sort of put up with his stalker-y bullshit. he couldn't let such a lowlife entertain the idea of doing impure things with you, obviously he had to kill the man.

"brahms! just leave me alone, i need to be alone, okay?" you snapped, still keeping you voice low but sharp. brahms let out an almost noiseless growl, barely hearing it himself.

"what's gotten into you? why aren't you listening to me?" brahms' tone now had more of an angry tone, you backed up slightly out of fear. you knew brahms loved you and just had problems with getting told no and being in healthy relationships, but he was still scary. and unstable. almost like you predicted it, he shoved you, hard, and you hit your head on the edge of a small hall table holding a vase with plastic flowers in them. the vase quickly fell off as well, smashing on the floor next to your hand. the sound not only scared you, but also made you flinch and get a few pieces of glass in the palm of your hand.

"damn!" you shouted out of shock before staying seated and trying to take deep breaths so you didn't pass out. brahms just looked at you in shock, millions of thoughts running through his head. his hands were shaking and his heart was beating in his ears, he started silently crying without even thinking about it. "brahms?" you whispered softly once you got your breathing under control and noticed the poor horrified man.

the sound of your voice woke him from his mini coma, looking at your face before starting to sob. his first thought was to get you a rag with water on it and some bandages, since thats what you used to clean him up when he got scraped. he quickly ran off to get the items despite your yelling for him to come back.

you wanted to get up and try to find him but you felt way too dizzy, you were just gonna have to wait until you could stand and walk around. hey, at least maybe he'd be more calmed down by the time you actually do find him! you started to doze off without realizing it when you heard the sound of him softly stepping close to you. your eyes slightly opening wider to look at the man in front of you. he was holding what looked like a cloth of sort and a box of band-aids, how sweet.

he carefully and slowly knelt down, making sure to avoid any of the glass on the ground. you quickly noticed the glint of silver in his hands and realize he was holding your tweezers, you instantly thought of the time he got a splinter and you used the same tweezers to get the small piece of wood out of his hand. you wanted to cry in a good way, he was being sweeter than normal and you missed seeing him like this.

"i'm so sorry," his voice was shaky and slow as he started to carefully and slowly look for glass in the cuts on your arm, trying his best to clean it up and make sure you'd be ok. it was at this point you realized he was still crying, it must have really freaked him out. your heart filled with warmth as you looked at the poor man, scaring himself because he's still trying to learn, him apologizing at all is a massive step. you were less scared, now just convinced you could help him to be even better, and make this the last time this ever happens.

"it's ok, brahmsy," you made sure to add his nickname so he listened better, you knew he loved it when you called him any nicknames, "you're still learning, it's ok. you're helping me now, you're doing such a good job," his crying seemed to stop as he froze and looked at you. the tears started up again after a minute and he hugged you tightly, avoiding your arm, letting out small 'thank you's and 'i'm so sorry's. he really did feel bad. you gave him a soft kiss on the forehead before interrupting the soft moment.

"sorry to rush you, but can you go back to getting the glass out of my arm? i want to show you how to do it properly, if that's ok with you," you smiled softly at him and he nodded slowly, handing you the tweezers and towel, setting the box of band-aids on the floor closer to you. you showed him how to find glass, take it out, clean the cut, and carefully put on the right sized band-aid, once you knew his attention was fully drawn from what happened, you relaxed as well, just enjoying showing him how to help.

and he did listen, he was able to clean up the rest of your arm without any problems <3!

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[andy-solo1]

They Stop Someone From Hitting On You - The Bounty Hunters + Aurra Sing

Featuring: Cad Bane, Bossk, Embo, + Bonus: Aurra Sing 

Warnings: 18+ just for suggestive material, death of the creep, mentions of alcohol / drinking  

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𝕮𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖊

It wasn’t often that Bane took you out to places that he would frequent. Both because of your status as a senator and because he knew the kinds of lowlifes that would go to places he would. However, you had been on break from the senate and were with Bane on his ship when he got a call about a new job. 

Rather than allow him to drop you off back home you begged him to take you with him and he finally relented. Now you sat at the bar of some seedy looking Cantina while Bane sat in the back waiting for a contact that he wanted you nowhere near. You’d begged your way into getting off the ship and even getting into the bar where he told you to stay put where he could see you. 

Now you sat tensely waiting, enjoying the thrill of doing something like this, even if you weren’t actually the one waiting on a contact. Maybe you’d have to consider retiring from the senate to join Bane on more missions, as much of a heart attack as that would give him. You almost didn’t notice when someone slid onto the seat next to yours. 

“Hey good looking, what’s a beauty like you doing in a place like this.” The man flirted, turning your attentions towards him. 

“I’m with my boyfriend.” You told him plainly before looking away again. 

“Really? Well I don’t see no boyfriend around.” The man said, scooting his seat over closer to yours and placing a hand on your knee. You looked over towards where Bane was to silently plead for help only to see he was gone. 

Suddenly the man beside you yelled as he pulled off his seat and tossed to the floor. 

“Leave. Now.” Bane drawled, pointing a blaster at the man. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off. However, before the man could even reach the door, Bane put a blaster bolt through his back. 

“Thank you.” You breathed out as Bane turned to look at you. 

“Dis is why I wanted you ta stay on the ship, which is where you will be staying next time you come wit me.” 

“No, I’m not sitting alone on your ship with Todo. Next time just teach me to use a blaster and I can handle anyone myself.” You replied and Bane gave you a long measured look before handing you one of his blasters. 

“I want dat back when we get back ta the ship. After dat we’ll get you your own and I will not go easy on training you.” 

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𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖐

You were out with the rest of your group celebrating yet another job completed. Latts was already stumbling around drunk and giggling with Dengar. Bossk had gone with Boba already to secure a job that the young bounty hunter had gotten a call about before they’d come back to finish celebrating with the rest of the group. 

You weren’t in a rush to get yourself as wasted as Latts and Dengar were so you were slowly nursing at a drink when a Rodian male slid into the booth seat across from you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Taken.” You said sharply before he could even talk. 

“I don’t see anyone and those two you came here with seem just fine without you so they wouldn’t notice if you came off with me.” The Rodian said instead, not at all deterred by your attitude. 

“Listen, kindly screw off, I have a boyfriend. One who would kill you if you tried anything.” 

“Well I don’t see any boyfriend around so I don’t think I’m in any danger.” The man replied smugly. Before you could reply with threatening to just kill him yourself if you had to a shot rang out and the man fell over dead. 

Turning around to look behind you, you saw Bossk and Boba, the latter of which was just putting away his blaster while Bossk looked on proudly. 

“Are you okay?” Boba asked as they walked over. You smiled gratefully at the boy. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks kid.” You replied and he nodded before going off to get himself a drink. 

“He beat me to it, but I would have ssshot that guy if he hadn’t.” Bossk told you, shoving the Rodian’s body away before sitting in the seat he had previously occupied. 

“I know. Thank you for that.” 

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𝕰𝖒𝖇𝖔

Working in a Cantina, you were used to drunks who would try to flirt with you. Usually either their girlfriends or wives would show up to drag them home angrily or they’d take the hint and leave you alone. 

This guy however was just not taking the hint and you were getting fed up with him. Technically, as long as he was a paying customer and wasn’t starting up any fights, you couldn’t kick him out, especially since he was drinking a lot which meant he was paying a lot. 

“I don’t care what he tries, if he’s paying then you don’t kick him out.” Your manager hissed when you tried to complain. Rolling your eyes you want to behind the bar and instantly the man called out over. 

“Hey beautiful, how about another round?” The man purred, holding out his glass towards you. You sigh and take the glass, refilling it before bringing it back. 

“Thanks pretty thing.” The man said, taking the glass from you and winking at you. 

“Okay look, this needs to stop. I have a boyfriend. I am not interested in you, and if I had it my way I would have tossed you out onto the street by now.” You hissed at him before turning to walk away. 

The man smacked your ass when you turned and whistled. “Playing hard to get. Well that will change.” He laughed. You growled low in your throat and turned around to face the guy. Before you could retort to him you saw the Cantina door open and the familiar frame of Embo walked through it. You let out a breath of relief and hurried over to him. 

‘What’s wrong?’ Embo asked as you came up to him. He could tell something was off the moment he saw you. You gestured towards the patron and told him everything the guy said and did. 

Embo was silent before snapping his fingers and the door to the Cantina opened once more, Marrok trotting inside at the behest of his master. Embo sicked the annuba on the man and you watched as the pup dragged the man screaming from the bar. 

Everyone inside watched in silence, even your manager had come out to watch when he heard the man screaming. With everyone still watching Embo grabbed your arm and lead you outside. 

“What’re you doing? My shift doesn’t end for another few hours.” You said, confused, though also grateful. 

‘You’re not working there anymore if that’s how the manager wants you to be treated.’ Embo replied and your heart swelled. You never liked that job much anyways. 

____________________________________

𝕬𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖆 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌

Somehow Aurra convinced you to come along with her to one the parties being thrown by her ex, Hondo. You weren’t entirely sure why you agreed to come, you knew she was only here to gather intel for a job she was trying to do, and you supposed that maybe she was trying to make a date out of it as well. 

You couldn’t really see where Aurra had gone off too, having lost her in the crowd of pirates and lowlifes, as hard as that might seem. 

“All by yourself?” A female twi’lek purred as she slid up to stand next to you. 

“No. I’m here with my girlfriend.” You replied, taking a step away from the twi’lek to put some distance back between the two of you. 

“I don’t see any girlfriend. Besides, it’s her own fault if something happens for leaving someone like you all alone.” She pouted, moving in closer to you, close enough you could smell the alcohol on her breath. 

“Look, I’m not interested all right.” You said sternly, taking a step away from her again. 

“Let’s go dance.” The twi’lek replied, ignoring you as if you hadn’t spoken. She grabbed your arm and tried to pull you towards the dance floor but you stayed firmly rooted in place. 

“Let me go.” You hissed, trying to pull your arm away from her. You got your arm away the same moment a shot rang out and the twi’lek dropped dead before you, revealing Aurra standing behind her. 

Aurra calmly put away her blaster and stepped over the body before coming to stand right before you. 

“She didn’t hurt you?” She asked, looking you over.

“No I’m fine.” You replied. “Thank you.” Aurra hummed and placed her hand under your chin, tipping your head up to look at her. 

“Good. Because nobody hurts what’s mine.” She purred. 

[ashxrdavenport]

the basics:

name: asher davenport species: vampire (dracula lineage) age: 29 location: salem occupation: bartender at willow's watering hole, professional lowlife gender: cisgender male (he/him pronouns) fc: casey deidrick

timeline:

tw: violence, drugs.

salem born and bred, asher is the only child of your average, run-of-the-mill middle-class family. his mother, a tired, stay-at-home-mom, and his father, an emotionally absent salesman were never particularly good or caring parents – nor rich, or even well-off, but life had always been comfortable enough under their roof.

when asher was 10, stay-at-home mom decided she didn’t want to stay at home anymore and ran off with some dude named joe. joe? jack? john? he doesn’t remember anymore... after she left, his father took to drinking and quickly lost his job (and temperament).

he and his now alcoholic, and occasionally aggressive father had never been close or even friendly, but their relationship soured even further as a rebellious asher entered into puberty and became and their home environment turned violent and unstable like a ticking time bomb.

since his father could never hold a job for too long, asher soon started working after class and would spend days away from home, sleeping in friend’s places or even at his current workplace to avoid spending time in his father’s presence.

still, my boy was broke asf, so you can bet your ass he was shoplifting from a young age, because he couldn’t stand the idea of not having the things he wanted.  (might still do it to this day, so please don’t judge! or do!)

at around 19, he moved to new york to get away from salem and his father, and maybe have a better chance at accomplishing something in his life. the only problem being, he never knew what he wanted to do with his life besides making music.

he worked at a record store and as a bartender for a while, until he met a group of people with whom he formed a rock band – they played, mainly at bars and small venues. they even got to open for a few big names, but they never really made it. asher genuinely believes that that is because he was the only truly talented, tortured poet in the group.

at one point, a friend of a friend comes into the bar and starts talking to him about how these people he knew were looking for someone like him, who worked at a popular spot in the city to deal drugs for them. asher takes up the offer without a second’s thought, and quickly, drug dealing becomes his main source of income. 

asher had a run in with the police, spend two months in a state prison, and shortly after, his band fell apart.

he decided to come back home and lay low for a while, as he tried to figure out what to do with his life.

the gang he had been working for found out asher had stolen a considerable sum of money over the time he had worked for them and decided to come to salem to settle his debts. since asher had already spent most of the money he had taken, there was not much he could do to repay them, so they decide to take turns beating him up to teach him a lesson. the assault leaves him on the verge of death, and that’s when gwen comes in and saves his life, turning him into a vampire.

it has now been less than a year since he was turned so, as much as he has finally gotten used to what being a vampire is like, he is still trying to wrap his head around the existence/rules of the supernatural, in general.

good traits: resourceful, bold, independent bad traits: erratic, insubordinate, temperamental

[kharmii]

Someone posted more garbage blaming male isolation on 'white guy culture' and 'capitalism', and then, like a coward, they made it so a person couldn't reblog. I still wrote something in reply:

No, it's not the usual bullshit sheltered left-wing college kids want to blame it on. No, everything isn't the fault of 'capitalism' or 'eeebul white guys'. Again, secular progressivism has caused more death and misery worldwide than all religious wars combined. If anything, leftwing culture has made everything more effed up for men with screw around culture creating an environment where we now have the greatest percentage of unmarried men in recorded history. For sure, it's not healthy for men to treat their SO as their only source of emotional support, but now they don't even have that.

Everything started going wrong during the Carter and then Reagan administrations in the 70/80's. Before then, men could get good paying jobs in a factory near where they lived and make enough money to support a wife being a stay-at-home mother and a couple of kids. Pushing women to enter the workforce 'for independence' is a huge scam foisted on us, because now we have a culture where both parents often have to work to barely afford a couple of kids and a mortgage. Women find it more noble to be cogs in the machine. Some people can't even manage the kids, (or they are lazy and selfish) so they end up with a butt-licking poop-eating stanky dog-child to get extra weird about.

Next thing you know; they're leaving rude comments about Kristi Noem shooting a damn dog (it's a fucking dog, calm down weirdos) while gushing, "I love my dog so much! Look at my shit-breath baby that just got done eating its own ass and is now licking off my ice-cream cone! Isn't that cuuuuute!"

Anyway, another problem we have (that goes along with the point about men in social clubs) is that we don't have close knit communities anymore. We don't have neighborhoods where everybody knows each other. How many people live in isolation on social media and don't even know their neighbors? How often do you see block parties or guys inviting the other guys on the street over for a cookout? Less people have children, so you don't meet new people having other peoples' kids knocking on your door asking if your child can play. (I suppose theoretically you could meet new people letting your stank-beast 'child' run around a dog-park).

-So then you have isolated men who have to meet other male friends through work. How would that work out for me if I was a male? It sure didn't work out for me being a female. I married and had children with a man from the other side of the goddamn planet while the losers I worked with labeled me as no fun because I wasn't into the Dem voting blue state party culture.

If you are a man in my place of employment, you have to be into the casino boats, betting pools, smoking pot jokes, telling the same stupid stories about getting drunk at bars and ballgames during your long-ago youth....and it's no wonder half of them ended up childless, unmarried weirdos in their forties and fifties. There was the one lowlife into fuck-and-dump culture, (and even he lived with his mom until age 40) but most of them are incels who are getting fatter and balder. None of them have grown into mature role-models with great character. None of them are the elders at the church or the guy you'd go to if you needed advice.

Side note: The guy they've talked into stalking me doesn't fit in with the culture. Under better circumstances, (like if he wasn't a misogynistic patronizing asshole who isn't even attracted to me, and I'm not really sure what the deal is.....) I might be into him, because for an older man, he's physically fit. He's into one of those Sierra Club type groups full of people doing outdoorsy shit, such as camping, hiking, canoeing..etc. He belongs to a lot of co-ed social clubs where they play cards on Thursdays or whathaveya...

Meanwhile, the flabby lowlife goobers complain that 'there's nothing to do in a small town! This is why so many men are dying of fentanyl!'

I've taken the piss about this so much. The Kharmii be like.......you mean there's not enough lowlife shit for low lives to do in a small town? Low lives have to OD on fentanyl out of boredom because there's not enough for dirty rotten low life scumbags to do? You have to drive all the way up to the suburbs for strip clubs and casino boats, and the Biden economy has made gas over $4/gallon?

[readylovewrites]

Space musings

I had started writing this when there was so much speculation (wishful thinking) of Obi-wan meeting Cal during Kenobi and just… never finished it 🤷🏻‍♀️ Thought I’d post it anyway, as one does.

———

He doesn’t know who he’s supposed to be looking for at this point. Rather, he’s just grateful to be off-world and untraceable for the moment.

Leia’s bright, knowing eyes swoop around the cantina—Padmé would never forgive him—and turn up toward him gleefully. “This is so much better than back to normal.”

It most certainly is not. 

They approach the bar because needs must, and he ushers her to stand in front of him, shielded but the top of her head now peeking over the counter. Again, with too much understanding, she eyes every item on display, eyes the bartender, eyes the patrons on stools beside them. Leans back to eye him. “My mother would not approve.”

It takes him a minute to think of Breha. “I know.”

“I do.”

That does nothing to quell his exasperation, which he has come to realize is a bone particularly tied to the Skywalkers. He ignores it. He’s gotten very good at ignoring it when he must. “Excuse me,” he beckons to the bartender, because he doesn’t know quite what else to do. “My daughter and I—“

“—granddaughter—“

“—are in need of some assistance. We were sent by Haja?” 

The bartender looks at him and then Leia and then back to him, and Ben must be very out of practice because just as the male Nautolan opens his mouth, Leia says sweetly, “No. Never mind, we don’t need you,” and turns expectantly and with full confidence to a figure that has appeared beside them. And Ben has no idea why that is.

He sees from the corner of his eye when the newcomer, a human male, notices the youngling’s attention, hears him say, with jarring gentleness, “Hey there,” when there’s a different call from a table on his opposite side:

“You say Haja sent you?” 

Ben whips around towards the voice. 

He has been around for a relatively long time. He has been across the galaxy. Has waged war and massacred armies and triumphed over Sith Lords. He’s played a bounty hunter, a thug, a common lowlife. So he doesn’t need whatever particular predilection for perception Leia seems to have; he can recognize one when he sees one, and what he sees is confirmation that Haja’s con was a good indicator of what to expect. Which is, in short, a lowlife.

Obi-wan cannot entrust a little girl to a common criminal, especially not this little girl. What would Bail, the man who looked him in the eye and said that there was no one he could trust more with his daughter’s well-being, think? Leia was right to note that Breha wouldn’t stand for it. And what of Padmé? 

But what else could he do—

There came a nudge in the Force.

…oh, he had nearly forgotten. Is that truly what it’s always been like? How had he survived so long without it?

How would he return to the lack?

He can’t remember the last time…

The warmth of it could’ve brought him to his knees had he not been so on guard these past ten years. Someone—someone close—but how? Who?

Leia. She knew.

He turns and meets the eyes of the human male who had by then crouched to speak with Leia but was now looking up at him. 

He’s got short, red hair and a serene expression on his face; nothing special, except for how entirely he feels like home. It’s so tempting to ask for help, but he can’t. Not after he turned that young Jedi away. He can’t. Can he?

But as it happens, he doesn’t have to.

The man—the boy, really—says with that familiar steady certainty, “I can take you wherever you need to go. You can come with us.”

Ben doesn’t have a chance to wonder at that term ‘us’ before Leia says, with authority, “Yes, that will work nicely. Thank you.”

It’s not until the boy stands and Ben catches sight of his lightsaber clipped openly on his belt that the icy grip of reality cinches around him. He says, more calmly than is warranted, “What are you thinking, walking around with that on your belt?”

(Later, Obi-wan and Leia lingering at the foot of the ramp of the Mantis, his hand on her shoulder to keep her close. Cal in the door with Cere visible just beyond, part of the conversation)

“It would not be wise for us to travel together. It’s not the smart move to help us.”

The Jedi looks at him oddly and says, “Of course it is. Because it’s the right thing. You think the Force brought us together by accident?”

What Ben wants to say out of the overflow of some deeply wounded part of his heart is that he no longer felt that he and the Force were on the same side. That it couldn’t be trusted.

(continued)

“As it was the will of the Force that my padawan turn to the dark side, and the will of the Force that the Jedi be slaughtered while a Sith sits on the galactic throne. We thought the Force willed balance, but it instead cast us into darkness.”

Cal stared at his hands. “I understand. We understand. Better than anyone. But maybe… maybe we lack perspective. Who says this is the end?”

“Maybe,” Junda says, and with such reflection to suggest that she speaks from experience, “your path forward is to help the one who will save your padawan.” But she’s looking at Cal, fondly. 

There is a story there, but Obi-wan’s own mind has turned back to a little boy on a little farm on a dustball of a planet, who radiates a little beacon of light out into the Force so bright that he must be visible from space.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

What I Hate Most About the Red Pill Movement - RANT

I kind of began learning about MGTOW (Men going their own way) and the red pill movement through random Youtube rabbit hole. For white noise, I must have listened to hours worth of content from guys like Better Bachelor, Strong Successful Male and others. I also enjoyed hearing the perspective of Bettina Arndt, a men's advocate. My heart has broken hearing the horrible stories that men go through in family court and how they lose everything, including their kids due to vindictive ex-wives. I felt sorry for the men who were decent husbands and fathers but got dealt a crappy hand.

However, recently I reached my breaking point with the Red Pill movement, which is a lot of times just misogynistic men who hate women. They get screwed over by some lowlife bitch or floozy in a club or Tinder and suddenly EVERY "modern woman" is trash.

But what I truly hate about a lot of red-pill men like Andrew Tate and others is the hypocrisy. Every video is about how a woman with a high body count is worth less as a partner because she's used and worn. And I agree with the sentiment behind the idea. It is possible for a woman who has slept with countless guys to be a great wife and mom but I expect it would take a lot of effort, open communication with her partner and healing from God. The problem is that these same guys use their 'hoe count' as a status symbol! You bash women for being sluts yet your own worth as a man depends on how many women you can run through? Double standards at best and perpetuating the problem at worst. If you want women to have lower body counts, maybe don't sleep with them?? It takes two to tango.

But what I hate even more than that is them using their male sex as a carte blanch excuse for disgusting behaviour. A red pill man may say that girls should be pure. Ok, I am in favour of girls saving themselves for the right guy as a Christian woman. I believe a lot of societal issues would be solved if people had more discretion with romantic/sexual partners. Then the fool says he has slept with dozens, hundreds of women. When a woman, maybe on the panel, calls him out for HIS high body count, it's "Men are built differently. It's not the same."

SCREW THAT! Yeah, it may not be the same. But it does not make you any less of a scumbag pig. Why shouldn't a virgin woman who saved herself for her husband deserve the same from her future husband?? Why do YOU deserve to be her first but she should be happy to be your LAST?? If I get married one day, I want my husband to be a virgin too, damn it! Why should only women save themselves while men get to run around like horny animals! As someone who has never had sex, it's really not that hard to abstain! The challenges of life are enough to keep us busy.

If a man is not willing to keep his dick in his pants, he has no business demanding women not to sleep around. The red pill men who boast about sleeping around are blatant hypocrites and their opinions are meaningless. And the MGTOW influencers who preach the philosophy that all modern women are worthless are part of the problem too.

Sex may be different for men and women, but regardless of male vs female, it's not meant to be shared with multiple people. These men need to stop trying to be alpha men and just focus on being decent men who can be good servants in the family and community.

[astharoshebarvon]

Finally saw wanda vision after two years and wow, she really was trash. I am hoping miss brainwasher remains dead and buried. On one hand we have bucky who is so traumatised by what he did and then we have this horrid woman. Vision deserved better than kid stealer. No wonder those kids were afraid of this supposed “hero” and wanted their actual mother not this creature.

Loki show is so bad, ended up finish seeing it too. Why’d they create something this insulting? They could have just said, we hate Loki so much and are jealous of his fame and popularity that we’ll do everything in our power to demean him. That sif scene still gives me the creeps, Loki owed her nothing. She can go to hell. As for slyvie, that wasnt Loki no matter what people think. The mary sue ofc, cause thats what she was, she is not Loki in any way or form. Her character could be found in any ofc/character story or the homophobic ones where the sub male in MM ship is turned into a vile self insert/ofc.

It’s funny how even most horrid and gross female characters are treated by at least part of fandoms as great, even pedo women. Sorry, if I can sit here and call Sesshoumaru a lowlife, then so should horrid women be called so too if they are that. I guess these are the kind of people who shout in affair, husband is wrong.

No, the woman he is cheating his partner with is just as trashy and gross. It’s kind of scary how much female characters get away with just because they are female.

If what the know it all did to Ron had been done by a male, the boy would have been reviled like anything. The way Fleur was treated by females is horrifying at best and disgusting at worst.

No wonder people scream in slash fiction, dont treat female characters badly when they are outright insulted, killed in fm fiction. Don’t be so tired, just say you hate MM ships and go.

Then we have real weirdos who think their opinion is shared by all fans of that MM ship, they actually claim everyone cares about the vile female character. No, if you want to worship some horrid female character who is literal trash and bring her into the gay ship time and again, where the dom male actually insults his supposed love, the other male for this trash female in fic then thats entirely on you. Dont presume everyone shares your views. Maybe just admit you hate the sub male of that ship and shut up.

And its hilarious as hell those females characters are never mentioned in the homophobic, self insert stories or in fm.

These are the kind of people who would adore, love Caroline Bingley if darcy/elizabeth dynamic was in a MM ship. They would have Darcy like male be with caroline, would insult elizabeth like male and some creeps would say, we love caroline. The double standards are baffling to say the least.

I am so happy this kind of behaviour is actually called out in MM novels, literally no one wants to sit and read about some gross female character in gay erotica where she just creates problems and problems for the couple and is terrible all around.

Whenever I see stuff like this I am reminded of merope gaunt. At this point its not even shocking that people defend this rapist and blame the rape victim for leaving her horrid self.

[kissland69]

“meanest girl in school”

robin buckley x f!reader

*if there’s any mistakes, typos or errors please ignore them. mean reader (not towards robin), mild language*

“Y/N L/N?! YOU LIKE Y/N L/N?” yelled a surprised steve while pausing the movie him and robin decided to watch “can you be any louder idiot?” said robin with an irritated tone, throwing one of his couch pillows at him “i’m just surprised you decided to have a crush on the girl who would tear you apart even with a look, she’s the meanest girl in school” said steve, arms folded against his chest “oh come on, she isn’t that mean” robin said defensively “not that mean?? are you going crazy robin?” steve said dramatically “shut up, you never even spoke to her” robin said, rolling her eyes to the male “YEAH CAUSE I’M SCARED OF HER!” steve yelled with wide eyes “you’re scared of everything, remember the time you thought you ran out of hairspray and started panicking and freaking out?” robin said causing the male to roll his eyes “that was one time okay, anyways, back to you liking y/n l/n…do you not remember what she did last week to jason carver?” steve said with both arms crossed against his chest. last week friday y/n l/n sat at a vacant lunch table while wearing her headphones like she normally did, the song blasting out of her headphones while she moved her fingers to the beat of the song, jason carver thought it was such a great idea to disturb y/n’s peace by throwing a rough paper ball at her “HEY L/N! being all by yourself makes you look like a freak, maybe you should stop being a bitch to everyone and actually care about your reputation” said jason, loud laughs coming from all directions of the table he was sitting at, y/n calmly placed her headphone’s around her neck and walked up to jason who had a smug smirk on his lips “what do you want sweetheart? tired of being a fuckin-“ jason said but got cut off by a lunch tray forcefully hitting his mouth “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” yelled jason through his palm, blood seeping through the crack of his fingers “maybe you shouldn’t bother people who minds their business, you think you can talk badly to people because you’re a lowlife jock” y/n said, tossing the beige tray on the lunch table and walking out of the cafeteria with an irritated expression. “okay to be fair he started with her, he should’ve left her alone when she was just peacefully listening to music” robin defended “oh that’s not the only shit she’s done, one time y/n made a boy cry because he said red looked better on her than pink and not to mention that one time she threw a boy into a trash can because he stepped on her foot AND the time she threw a football so hard at micheal miller that left him with a bruised up eye because he didn’t say excuse me” steve said with a laugh, robin just rolled her eyes while grabbing a hand full of popcorn “i’m just saying, if she verbally insults you because you looked at her wrong i’m not giving you a shoulder to cry on” steve said with a shrug “whatever harrington, play the damn movie already” robin said with rolling eyes, the sound of the horror movie playing again on steve’s living room tv.

it was tuesday afternoon, the teens of hawkins high got dismissed for the day, rushing through the doors and letting the cold november air hit their faces. robin threw her beat up bookbag over her shoulders and made her way to her bike with a tired sigh “i really need to save up some money for a car, riding this bike is making my muscles hurt” robin said to herself while pedaling out of hawkins parking lot and to her house. while robin biked home she spotted y/n walking into her house “she is so pretty” robin said softly, y/n turned around and smiled at the freckled teen which caught robin by surprised “OH SHIT!” robin yelled with her bike bumping into a large crack into the pavement, robin landed on the sidewalk roughly “ow..well this shit is embarrassing…” robin said to herself, knees, palms and elbows covered in fresh cuts “hey! are you okay!?” yelled a worried y/n while running up to the short haired girl “u-uh yeah, i think..” robin said shyly “you’re bleeding, i can clean your cuts up if you want”’y/n said, placing her right hand on robin’s right shoulder with a soft squeeze ”i don’t want to bother you, you just came from school and you must be tired” robin said with red cheeks “no it’s fine, those cuts need to get cleaned and i have a first-aid kit at home, come on.” y/n said, standing up and handing robin a hand with a smile “so she isn’t mean like everyone says” robin thought to herself while grabbing her bike with one hand and holding y/n’s hand in the other. robin placed her bike outside of y/n’s house and walked into the girl’s home “it’s so warm in here” robin said with a comforting sigh “i hope it isn’t too hot, it just gets super cold if the heat is off for too long” said y/n with a smile “no no it’s fine, it feels good” robin said, awkwardly standing at the entrance of y/n’s house “that’s good to hear, well let’s to the bathroom to clean those cuts” y/n said while walking to her bathroom with robin following behind “you know you didn’t have to do this, thank you” robin said, sitting her lanky figure onto the sink counter “it’s nothing, can’t leave you all cut up” y/n said while grabbing a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol soaked into it “you know..i can’t believe i’m getting patched up by y/n l/n herself” robin said with a airy laugh “well i can’t believe i’m patching up robin buckley herself, it’s an accomplished” y/n said with a grin “i wasn’t expected you to be so clusmy buckley, it’s cute” y/n said while cleaning up the dried blood off of robin’s elbow “w-well i try not to be but i got distracted by something so pretty and ended up all cut up and bloody” robin said with a smile while playing with the belt loop of her washed out blue jeans “something pretty huh? wasn’t i the last thing you seen before falling?” asked y/n with a smirk “y-yeah..you’re really pretty to me and falling in front of you has to be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me” robin said while avoiding eye contact, y/n inched closer to the teen’s face with a smile “well if it makes you feel any better i think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and you clumsily falling off your bike was the cutest sight” y/n said, holding robin’s chin softly “would it be ill-mannered if i kissed you?” robin suddenly asked, eyes glued on y/n’s lips “not at all buckley” y/n said with a smirk, robin immediately smashed her lips onto y/n’s, hands firmly rested on y/n’s hips “who knew embarrassingly falling off my bike would have me kissing you?” said robin, voice laced with admiration and eyes clouded with lust “who knew” y/n said with a smile, lips slightly swollen from the rushed kiss “my lips are kinda lonely right now” robin said playfully, voice raspy and scratchy “clusmy and corny, what a combination” y/n said with a laugh “well is my charm working?” asked robin with a goofy grin “absolutely” y/n replied, leaning into the short haired girl, placing a softer and calmer kiss onto robin’s pink lips.

“you really kissed y/n without having a heart attack? you’re improving buckley, i’m proud” steve said with a grin “yeah yeah harrington, just tell me which outfit i should wear and hurry because i’ll be late for my date” robin said with a irritated tone “i’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter what you’ll wear, it’d be on y/n’s floor by the end of the date” steve said with a shrug “shut up dingus! pick a damn outfit!” yelled a flustered robin “okay okay! no need to get all defensive” steve said with a laugh “you’re lucky my main priority is y/n and not punching you idiot” robin said with rolling eyes “wow buckley, i’m hurt” steve said dramatically, robin just rolled her blue eyes and headed to the bathroom to finish getting ready for her date “i’m not dealing with your stupidity right now” robin said from the bathroom with a smile “yeah but if it was y/n-“ steve said but got cut by a loud “SHUT UP IDIOT!” from the freckled teen causing steve to let out an amusing laugh.

[plus-size-reader]

Undercover

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3271 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bucky finally admitting how much he loves the reader, after seeing her with Zemo

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You hated it.

The idea that the three of you had to play dress up just to avoid murder in Madripoor seemed arbitrary to you but you understood that you didn’t really get to make that call.

As much as you despised it, he knew this place far better than you, Buck, or Sam did.  At least in this place, you had to play his game.

Which was how you’d managed to get yourself into this predicament in the first place.

“I’ll kill you”

The empty threat fell from your lips again and again as you looked between an overly enthused Zemo, who was holding out a dress to you on a hanger, and Bucky, his jaw tight as he tried to figure out how serious you were.

Right now, you needed him, you all did and as gladly as Bucky would have let you choke the life out of him, they had to find Karli first.

“We all have our roles to play, liebchen, this is yours” the Sokovian hummed back, not at all fazed by the glare you were giving him. In fact, if you had to guess, you would say that he was getting quite a kick out of this.

He thought it was funny.

“I’m gonna kill him” you groaned again, this time addressing your words to Sam, as you snatched the dress from the male in front of you.

This was ridiculous.

Zemo’s plan was a simple one, all things considered. The three of you had to play your parts if you were going to walk among the criminals and lowlifes that called Madripoor their home.

Sam was playing Smiling Tiger, some African gangster, who even you had to admit looked a lot like him. Bucky was playing himself, or more accurately, the man Hydra turned him into.

By all accounts, your job was easy.

Zemo suggested that it would be best if you got all dressed up, and played the part of a woman in his company. Considering the standing he had in this place, it wouldn’t raise any red flags for him to have you on his arm.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

Not really.

If Bucky could play the Winter Soldier after all this time, there was no reason you couldn’t put on a dress and some heels, it just didn’t feel right.

You were accomplished in the field of international intelligence, and in a few moments, he’d managed to strip that all away.

In this place, all you were good for was your body.

A body that you hadn’t exactly made a habit of showing off.

You had worked tirelessly to do what had to be done, and even more so to be respected. That meant being seen as a weapon and an asset far more often than you needed to be seen as a woman.

It just didn’t serve you well, most of the time.

Though, even you had to admit that as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you were shocked. 

You had spent so much time in tactical gear and bullet proof vests, you forgot you had curves like this.

...and you weren’t the only one.

You were almost sure that when you came back into the room that all three men nearly swallowed their tongues.

“Can somebody zip me up?” you asked, your skin hot as you tried to go about this in the most professional way that you could. This was a mission after all, and you had to take it just as seriously.

It didn't matter that it felt like one big embarrassing dream.

You couldn’t have zipped it yourself if you tried, and you had, it was far too tight for that.

You knew that you were almost completely covered as you held the fabric tight to your chest, but it just felt too intimate to be doing this with friends you’d known for so many years.

...and Zemo.

Who took it upon himself to step up to the plate, his fingers fiddling with the zipper with the dexterity and ease of a man who had done, or undone, this a thousand times.

You nodded to him with as much gratitude as you could bear to show him given the circumstances, then turned around to face the three of them fully, once the male at your back had finished.

It was a nice dress.

As vile as you thought Zemo was, he certainly knew how to pick out something you would be comfortable in. 

Well, as comfortable as you could be, given the fact that the dress fell just under your butt, and barely reached the middle of your thigh.

Not to mention the fact that it was tight.

Really tight, to the point where you were sure that if you were to so much as bend down to slide on your heel, you feared that the zipper may actually pop.

“Well, what do we think?” you questioned, trying to get anyone to say anything.

After all the fuss they’d caused trying to get you into this thing, you would have thought there would be more feedback to be had.

Somebody had to say something.

The more time you spent standing here, under each of their unique gazes, the more you wanted to put your clothes back on and stay here. There was no real reason for you to be involved.

Or, at least, that was what you kept trying to convince yourself.

In reality, you knew that if you tried to stay, these three would either get themselves killed or kill each other, and neither of those things was going to help you find Karli or the Flags Smashers.

They needed you, and right now, they needed you in this stupid dress.

“It fits you well, I knew it would” the Baron spoke first, a small smirk on his face in an I-told-you-so sort of way that made you roll your eyes, but he wasn’t wrong.

As tight as it was, it made your body look incredible.

“For once, I agree with Zemo, it’s a nice dress” Sam allowed, not even bothering to not stare a little at your body, one that he had never really had the privilege of seeing like this in all the time you two had known one another.

You looked good.

Even you had to admit that you looked incredible, even though the idea of this dress made you super uncomfortable to begin with.

You nodded, considering their words for a moment before your focus shifted to Bucky, who had yet to say anything yet. Of course, that wasn’t because there wasn’t something to say, it was just because he couldn't find the words.

This was quite the change from how he was used to seeing you.

“It’s good, it should work” Bucky tried eventually, clearing his throat in a desperate attempt to cover up the fact that he too had been staring, before turning away from you completely.

Normally, you would have been increasingly more uncomfortable with the looks you were getting, but you were sure this was only the tip of the iceberg for the looks you were going to be getting tonight.

It would likely just be better if you let yourself live in the fantasy for a while.

After all, this wasn’t the first time you’d ever been undercover and it always went the same way. All you had to do was do as you were told for a while, until the mission was complete and then you could take this off.

It wouldn’t kill you.

“Alright, let's get this over with” you decided, taking one more deep breath before heading toward the door, not missing the way their eyes followed you again.

This was going to be a long night.

“You’re sure this is going to work?” you hummed, your quick strides keeping up with the men by your side with no problem, though the heels you were wearing were proving to be more challenging than you’d originally considered.

Zemo shrugged, something that he intended to relax you, not that it served that purpose.

Clearly, he didn’t understand what you were asking, because surely if he had, he would have done something else in the way of reassuring you that you weren’t walking into some death trap.

Thankfully, Bucky stepped in as best he could to do just that before you could abort on the whole mission. By this point in your lives, he wouldn’t have put it past you to just put a bullet in Zemo and moved on.

You had never been one for unnecessary risk.

“Just stay close” he allowed, using that gruff, serious tone that you hadn’t heard from him in a long time. 

That wasn’t normally how Bucky spoke to you, but given the circumstances, you decided not to split hairs.

Of all the things to talk about right now, that wasn’t really the most pressing one.

This was about the mission, more than anything else.

“James is correct. As long as you stay in character, everything should be fine” Zemo decided, his words little more than a hushed whisper as the four of you approached the Brass Monkey Nightclub.

It was showtime.

If anyone in this place caught on to what you were doing, there would be nothing he could do to keep them from killing you all.

Madripoor could be dangerous, especially for people like you, doing what you were doing. If you didn’t play your roles perfectly, there was no telling what was going to happen to you.

Still, even given the circumstances, the four of you stayed relatively cool as you entered the facility, passing the threshold with a simple wave to the bouncer from Zemo.

You could do this.

Keeping up appearances was one of the things you were best at, and as long as you remembered why you were doing this, it wouldn't be a problem.

You only flattered for a moment when Zemo’s hand found the space between your two bodies in the crowd and pulled you that much closer, but instead of scolding him as you so desperately wanted to, you grinned instead.

After all, you were supposed to be the doe-eyed girl on his arm and little more. As degrading and unrealistic as it was, no one in this place was really searching for hairs to split.

If you put on a good show, they would let you pass without trouble.

So, you did your best to move through the crowd with as much ease as you could, which was actually easier than you would have thought. 

The bar was basically packed wall to wall but thankfully, you had a secret weapon.

Bucky’s presence alone seemed to keep them at a distance.

Or, as he was right now, The Winter Soldier’s presence.

“It should only be a moment, perhaps we should get a drink?” the baron offered, speaking to the three of you in as casual a voice as he could muster, the most charming grin you’d ever seen plastered on his face.

You had never seen him as anything less than completely confident in his choices, but even Zemo seemed a little shaken up right now.

There was a lot going on in the bar, and if anything went wrong, the consequences would be dire.

You couldn’t afford any slip ups.

So, it seemed that, at least for now, the best option you had was to let loose and try to just blend in with everyone else.  

“That’s a wonderful idea” you decided, shooting Bucky a glance over his shoulder, though you did your best to remain as fixated on the Baron as you could have ever been, even going so far as to rest your hand on his bicep.

You were laying it on a little thick, but given the circumstances, it couldn’t hurt.

Of course, you didn’t miss the look of distaste that flooded the other man’s face at your action, which you couldn’t have missed given how tight his jaw was but you paid him no mind.

It wouldn't make a difference.

Right now, you were playing a role and if you did it well enough, you may actually get out of here alive.

For the most part, it looked to be working.

Though the ruse you were trying to get away with wasn’t all that smooth in practice, it wasn’t flimsy either and most of the people in this bar had no idea what was going on.

...until, of course, it was all said and done.

~

Selby was dead, which wasn’t all that surprising to you, and Sharon was back, having been hiding away in Madripoor all this time, which was slightly more shocking news.

Not that you cared about that right now.

All you could think about at the moment was getting out of this stupid dress and into some pants, which Sharon was kind enough to lend you from the outrageous stockpile of stuff from her warehouse.

She really had been busy since you’d seen her last, and she’d gathered quite the collection.

A collection that included a pair of shorts and a tank top that was sure to be much more comfortable than this awful garment. Which, you were having the worst time getting off.

While getting the dress over your hips and zipped up was a task in itself, getting it off had to have been impossible.

Of course, you did your best to get out of the dress as best you could without ruining it before eventually, you gave up.

The more you struggled with the fabric, the more frustrated you got and the harder it was. 

All in all, it was one vicious cycle and no matter what you did, it felt like you were going to be trapped in this fabric prison forever.

It was really claustrophobic and it was hard to keep calm.

Thankfully, just as you began to consider trying to claw your way out of the dress like a racoon, Bucky came around the corner, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

Your obvious struggle sort of felt like it was going to go on and on, and no one was going to interrupt.

“You okay?” Bucky called, announcing himself as he came to a stop outside the door, which was only open enough for him to know you were there without seeing just how much of a bind you’d gotten yourself into.

Not that he was about to leave until you told him for sure that you were alright.

Which you certainly weren’t.

“Actually, I think I need help” you answered, hoping that he would be willing to get you out of this, even if it was a tad more intimate and close than the two of you were used to. You wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t need it.

After all, it wasn’t like you could get out of this by yourself.

Bucky did little more than hum, taking that as his permission to enter the room, only to stop when he laid eyes on you in the center of the room.

“I’m stuck” you sighed, well aware that you must have looked crazy with one arm out of the silky cage and one desperately trying to reach behind you toward the zipper.

Part of you assumed Bucky was going to laugh or leave you there to struggle on your own but once he’d had a second to take it in, he closed the door behind him.

Probably in hopes that no one else would encounter the strange sight before him.

“You did really well today” Bucky hummed, his voice filling the room with casual smalltalk as he tried to get your arm untangled from the dress, all of his focus on the task at hand.

Still, you did your best to match the casual energy he was bringing to the table, ignoring the obvious subtext within this situation that the two of you weren’t quite willing to address, though you were both feeling it.

Subtext best left that way, you thought.

“Thanks. I’ll have to admit, hanging on Zemo’s arm all night wasn’t as charming as it may have seemed” you joked, keeping your body as still as you could while Bucky worked now on the zipper at your back.

Thankfully, he was able to get it undone so you could actually get out of this thing.

Bucky smiled slightly at that, before turning away from you completely, likely heading back out to listen to Zemo and Sam bicker back and forth for the next few hours.

...but there was something you couldn’t stop thinking about.

All day long, Bucky had been looking at you strangely, like there was something he was trying to tell you but he didn’t have the words. 

Even now, you didn’t have to study him to know that there was something on his mind.

Whatever it was, you were sure it had something to do with his real reason for coming to check on you, regardless of your dress mishap.

“Hey Buck? Are you okay?” you called, partially hoping that he would tell you that he was fine so that you could move on, assuming that you’d simply overreacted.

However, when he finally turned back around again, that same look was present on his face. 

There was definitely something going on, and whatever it was, you both knew there was no use hiding it anymore.

He knew that he had to come clean.

“I don’t like the way he looked at you, or people seeing you with him” he sighed, a strange finality in his tone that put into words the feelings you had both been ignoring all this time.

Even still, you never really thought he would say it out loud.

You never thought that either of you would admit that you felt anything for the other, but clearly, your escapades today with Zemo had forced something out of Bucky that neither of you expected.

He couldn’t help it.

It was bad enough that he had to masquerade as the killer he’d been trying to distance himself from all this time, but he also had to watch Zemo lead you around like a show dog on a leash for everyone in the bar.

He hated it, and he never wanted anyone to look at you like that again.

Not that you didn’t look amazing.

Perhaps that was another part of the problem Bucky was facing. You were beautiful and Zemo did an excellent job choosing a dress that would only accentuate the beauty he already knew was there but it was for all the wrong reasons.

A dress like that was one that he would have seen you in the first time a hundred years ago before he took you on a nice dinner, after getting your parents permission to take you out for the night.

...or, at least, for something better than a lie.

You deserved to dress up like this for something worth more than a con, just like you deserved to know that no matter what happened, he would always be there to help you out of whatever uncomfortable situation you found yourself in.

Whether that be a dress or a life threatening battle.

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to take me out instead, so people can look at us like that” you countered, a soft smile on your face as you settled on the well-fitting tank top Sharon had gotten for you.

That was the only way you could think to rectify such a wrong.

[beann-e]

“ honestly Suna sometimes it feels like your just sitting there — calculating — thinking of ways that you can piss me off” you let out in a huff of anger as you slammed your hand onto the arm rest placed in the middle of the car. Voice loud enough to be heard from a mile away and then some “ And then you don’t even fucking care “

“ I’m sorry you feel that way “

“ seriously ? seriously Suna “

“ oh I’m sorry would you like me to say it jokingly? “

The silence that towered over the both of you was tall and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon “ WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY “ his hand came up to run down his face as he sighed

“ look I'm sorry baby but — “

“ but nothing — I'm tired Rin—I'm tired of you screwing with me“ you groaned “ honestly at this point just fuck off “

he moved to pull the keys from the car unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door as your jaw hung open “ what the fuck Suna — “

“ I'm fucking off you ungrateful bit—“

“ you asshole — all of a sudden you take everything literal right ?? huh only when you want to right “

“ y’know what— no you fuck off —ok y/n “

“ see that’s what I'm talking about “

“ honestly I doubt you even know what you were talking about in the first place “

your steps quickened as you followed after the male who stopped at your front door imputing the code and opening your house door “ This is what I mean by you keep fucking with me Suna “

“ oh “ he moved to sit down on the couch arms flung behind it and legs spread wide out in front of him. “ is it really— because , the 40 minute argument in the car about your best friend hitting on me didn’t quite make that clear “ he scoffed shaking his head along with it “ your shitty reasoning must of gotten lost on one of the many streets of Japan y/n “

His eyes glowing body perking up with his next sentence “ yknow what how about you go find it hmm then we can have this little talk sometime later -- preferably when I'm sleeping id hate to be awake for another one of your hellish complaints babe.”

your anger was only growing as the argument continued “ you fucking douchebag I bet you don’t even know why I'm pissed off “

He let out a small sigh of a laugh his legs shaking and hitting each other in a wave before they resumed their earlier position “ I don’t“

“ and you don’t care either do you “

“ I don’t “

Your heart broke for the first time ever in your relationship with the stoic male after hearing his words and tone. In all the time you and your boyfriend had been together you two never argued about his lack of emotion or care.

It never bothered you

It never affected you

until it did

4 hours ago

You smiled up at the taller male as his mouth continued to run while talking to the rest of his volleyball team. This was the first time you’d ever seen him talk for more than 5 minutes with anything other then yeah’s and small mhmms.

The both of you had been invited to a class reunion and you only decided to go because of his new teams constant nagging

Suna had been telling you all week to find something else to do and that you didn’t have to go with him. That it would be too boring and long and that you would be better off having fun without him.

Of course you put up a fight but, ultimately lost and decided to hang out by yourself for the earlier half of the day spending last weeks paycheck on this weeks shopping spree

it felt nice to treat yourself but you couldn’t help but want to treat your boyfriend too. The thought of him being bored alone plagued your mind and you had to get it out.

The only way to do that was to go to the reunion.

Now how you imagined it would go is you show up in your fancy new dress surprising him smile a bit , talk up some of the host and sneak your way in and then mingle and go home and cuddle and kiss your boyfriend all night

funny thing is somewhere in that prewritten script you had created you didn’t realize imagination is not always reality.

The sight of your boyfriend leaning against a wall with a glass in his hand and his other on the string of your best friends dress had you reeling in the disgust that you wanted to spill so badly on the floor right now

All you’d done was go to the restroom but now you sat with your eyes widening while you watched his eyebrows come together in annoyance with the string that wouldn’t come undone.

Your best friend faced away from him back to his chest and a small smile on her face. Cheeks heated from his touch and in that moment you cursed her for having a look on her face that made it visible how much she enjoyed his warmth. You wished she didn’t make it so obvious how the closeness to your boyfriend was making her feel

how it was encouraging her

Your heart broke when you seen Suna finally relax and blow air out of his cheeks before nodding softly almost thanking the gods that he figured it out and it was over

Your feet moving before you could even process what to say to either of them.

“ y-y/—“

your hand came in contact with your best friends face before she could even finish the loud slap echoing through the room as everyone turned to find the source of the noise

Eyebrows raising when they noticed it was not only a slap but a full on one sided battle between you and the girl who everyone seen as nice and quiet during your school years

They never knew of the undercover bitch that was lurking behind the surface. They’d never see the way she was smirking as she took every hit given to her in stride. Your boyfriends hands wrapping around your torso as he looked down and seen that you were hovering over her ripping her to bits

You never letting go of the grip your thighs held around her own as she whispered to where only you could hear “ aw poor y/n’s defending someone that doesn’t even want em—gonna go to jail for someone so unloyal huh “

Your eyes lit up with pure hatred as the security made their way over to you reaching to take you from Sunas hold and lessening your grip on the woman beneath you

“ sir we need you to let her go “

“ don’t touch me until you actually make it all the way to police academy you fucking lowlife. “ you spit out “ how the hell do you only make it to security much less high school reunion security “

“ the hell do you know — you don’t even know how hard police academy is asshole “

“ ah I bet your kids’ll be real proud “ your eyes squinted at his name tag “ todd — you kiss your wife with that mouth “

you laughed eyes rolling from him to suna “ or are you like this asshole and kiss your mistress with it instead ? huh toodles ? “

“ ha — ‘m gonna have fun with you--ya little prick. sir — let ‘em go or else i’ll pull out the big guns — they snuck in here and now their disrespecting an officer “

“ big guns “ your laugh circulated through the room “ ‘k sure let me stop before I get pepper sprayed “

“ my hands already on the trigger you lil bitc— “

“ hey “ sunas voice growled behind you “ watch who the fuck your talking to toodles“

“ just— get—get the fuck off dude I didn’t go to police academy so I could avoid this — their full on disrespecting me come on man get off“ your face scrunched up in annoyance as you saw the security look like they were about to cry

“ well I mean — “ he sighed “ it’s not like your a real officer right“ suna sighed out as he began to bite his lip in worry “ I mean we can let this slide right ? “ he nodded looking towards the males name badge “ uh toodles“

He coughed “ todd — I mean todd “

“ I’m sorry but, even if I could “ his gaze dead set on you “ which I really don’t want to — seeing as though they disrespected me “

His voice sounding proud as he continued “ and I'll have you know I'm security guard of the mouth asshole “

“ oh whoop dee fucking do Tinkerbelle ”

“ y-fucking-/n “ you could feel the way Suna was seething above you breath hot and you could tell his face was made up in a snarl “ if you don't shut the fuck up I swear on Atsumu’s unwashed boxers ill leave your ass prison letters starting tonight “

“ see —— sir I'm trying “ he sighed “ I really am trying to let this go but — “

“ their with me — “

“sure “ he scoffed “ I'll need to see some relations or — “

“ their my s/—their my plus one “ his eyes moved to look at everyone surrounding you guys then back to the position he now held you in before finally dropping you to the floor. Your heart dropping and ears tuning everything out from that point on.

Everything on mute until you got in the car and were finally met with his low voice as he buckled you in and walked to his side turning the car on “ y/n “

You turned to look out the window “ y/n that — “

His voice was so hard but so weak “ y/n that was so fucking embarrassing “ Your body shivered at his words

“ having to watch my fucking s/o almost get fucking arrested “

His hands tightened their grip on the wheel “ then turning around and having to talk you out of it in front of our whole graduating class “

his voice went deadpanned as he swerved a bit on the road mixing lanes “ and — and my team — oh fuck my team “

he started to breathe a bit heavier as you began to feel bad hearing the sadness in his voice. His body shifting in his seat “ all so you could “

he laughed a bit at the situation “ all so you could take your ugly ass insecurities out on your friend ? “

he scoffed looking from you to the road and back to you “ when did you two even stop being friends huh ? did I miss that or ?? do friends just go out and leave bruises on each other or is that something new? What-- is it like a new TikTok trend -- a fashion statement huh ?? the fuck is it because, I'm not a friend person so maybe you know something I don’t “

He scoffed “ maybe — maybe I'll never be a friend person after something like that. If friends are just beating each other’s asses in broad day light out the fucking blue then I'll just stick with ‘tsumu at least I know I can beat his ass if he were to pull some shit like that “

‘ friend ‘ you thought silently

“ poor kid didn’t even see it coming “ he shook his head at you turning back to the road “ holy hell that’s shameful y/n “

he whispered “ I don’t even wanna think about the rumors that’ll spread about us tomorrow “

The car was quiet only for a minute as Suna re arranged his thoughts before he could beat into you again “ friend Suna ? “

your voice was dry “ Rin do friends help each other out of their clothes ? “

your eyebrows creased “ do they focus so intently on another woman while their own is in the same room “

“ I didn’t know you were there “

“ SO YOU ONLY TAKE FRIENDS CLOTHES OFF WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ NO I “

“ YOU ONLY TOUCH OTHER WOMEN WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ y/n jus— “ he took a deep breathe and let it out “ just shut up its not like that “ he let out an uncomfortable and tired scoff of a laugh “ it wasn't like that “

“ it’s always shut up Suna it’s never ‘ what’s wrong y/n ‘ ‘ are you ok y/n ‘ it’s just ‘ shut up I don’t wanna talk so you don’t wanna talk either ‘ “

you locked eyes with the male in front of you “ I'm done Rin I'm— I'm done “

“ you cant leave me-- heh not after that shit you pulled back there  “ 

“ fuck if I cant--you don't look like my legs to me and as far as I know their still Bluetooth connected to my mind so-- “

“ you'll be an overnight clown you-you need me y/n “ he shook his head “ we need each other “ 

“ no you need volley ball because you need money-- because guess what asshole as of right now-- your homeless”

“ fuck you as if “

“ we’re over Suna don't let my words finally hit you when you walk out the shitty door”

“ that’s fine by me “ he scoffed “ get the hell out for all I care — I'll pack your shit for you “

“ no— I'll pack your shit asshole your living  in my house bottom feeder “

“ if you don’t shut the fuck u— “

“ then what ? huh what — you’ll leave me “

“ I swear to god I'll —”

“ you’ll what cheat on me with my best friend ah I'm so scared — “ your voice holding nothing but mock enthusiasm “ I can just imagine the way you’ll kiss her when I'm not there — these thoughts for some reason almost feels real y’know “

you watched as the man you’d taught yourself to love for 7 years since high school finally walked out the door. His perfume from earlier still hanging in the air long after the door slammed. Your mind racing when you were finally brought to one thought

‘ how did we end up like this and how the hell do we get back ‘

[pufflocks]

Hello again Zen! First I just wanna say that you don’t need to apologize about what happened to the other fic. If you ever feel like you wanna reattempt it, just tell me and I’ll send it again. This request is also smut like the last one and I hope that’s ok!

So Bakugou, known by the public as the pro hero Dynamight, has been having it tough at work the past 2 weeks. He knew that technically it was partly his fault. You see, Bakugou is in a secret relationship with one of Japan’s most mischievous villains. Y/n L/n. (Male Reader) Y/n was in reality not necessarily a villain. He was seen as one, but he had never actually killed anybody. He was more the type to steal, start some fights/trouble and occasionally blow up some place. He was more mischievous than evil. Though Bakugou knew that Y/n wasn’t as bad as everyone thought, and he knew that Y/n did love him. He just had a bit of history.. With that being said: Bakugou had been having it rough lately because his secret boyfriend had been at it like crazy. He also knew that Y/n was intentionally making things difficult for him. So when he was on his patrol and got an emergency signal about trouble just a few blocks away, boy was he ready to hunt Y/n down! Once he saw him he immediately chased him into an alleyway. Y/n had escaped and ran into an abandoned apartment. He thought he was safe. But when he turned around, he wasn’t so lucky. Shit.. Bakugou was ready to completely ravage and take out all of his frustrations on Y/n, as he had him trapped with nowhere to run.

This one could be considered Revenge/Angry S*x. It’s not non-con since Y/n clearly knew what he was in for, and Bakugou wouldn’t do anything incase Y/n seriously stopped him. The request was kinda long, sorry about that lol. If you don’t feel like writing it then it’s fine, and if you’d like to switch some things up then feel free to do so! Also, don’t feel rushed and take your time. Have a nice day/night! :>

Summary: I'm not a dark blogger, but this req is honestly too amazing. I will change some things as to not make it exactly dark though— And thank you for being patient with me and the recent incident. 💛

Warnings: NFSW • proof read • Aged up • mild angst{?}

Cast: Villian!M!Reader x Pro hero!Bakugou

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Y/N L/N. A name that was a hassle to spit out. Your name was spoke like a horrid sickness spreading west to east. All you were was some mildly lowlife starting cat fights on the streets of Japan. It usually happens at night, and that's also when you strike 24 hour open corner stores. Quite fun to be honest. Your skill being up to par of a spy since your original outing clothing you were seen with was mostly black. Your hair was dyed a certain way after a long past incident though, kinda making you stick out overall you camflouged into the night.

Your pro hero, hot headed, stress filled, boyfriend however, was gold spoon in it's prime. A pro hero who was rich with fame. Oh god he had it all in your eyes. You sometimes cried with tears of joyfulness just at the mere slick thought you were dating him. Not no female who just as good looking, like Creati. No, none of that. It's not like he would change that spite his efforts of frustration with your recent activities these part two years.

The streets are terrific to you for these two years though. Everything is nearly breakable and easily fixed with community money. You would think it was community money atleast. All is good since you made sure to leave your mark with explosives.

Hence your love and passion for your lover, you would smuggle cheap fireworks and set them off at random areas of the late hours. The most recent one being pulled off near a school and and anyone could imagine how the headlines went. The news was erratic with wow and terror of where the explosion even came from, who set it off. Little did they obviously not know —

It was pro hero, Katsuki Bakugous boyfriend.

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On to other things. Bakugou was in a meeting. Apparently he was being caught up with some warning of a manic villain roaming the streets and city alone.

"So what ?" The room was silent as all eyes transferred front to the back where he sat. Eye bags slightly visible of how stressed he really was after the news confirmed he was.

A co-worker of his, Kirishima raised his hand in apparent anxiousness. "Um", he coughed into his fist before speaking again. "Well, Bakubro he has been going at it for nearly 2 years. No one even know what he looks like, hell man." Starting to get his voice back he finally said, "We probably don't even know if he is a he !" The rooms tension was held up to a few more minutes before Bakugou just got up and walked out.

Another co-worker of his, Mina sparked up and said, "Where are you going !" Her words fell on deaf ears as he was already gone.

Heavy weighted footsteps of his boots were heard along the agency's hallways as people made sure to step out of his way. Grabbing his stuff most important for his next move being his car keys. His brain hurt of how fucking frustrating it is to be held back from work because of his delinquent boyfriend wants to treat the world as a damn playground. He couldn't take it! The stress and anxiety he kept for 2 years was just high enough for him to fuck one out. And he might just.

Just because those assholes didn't know where to find you, doesn't mean he can't. You were always close to a rundown apartment in an alleyway doctoring up a new firework of your own or anything remotely for distruction.

And there you were. In a damn corner completely unaware of the 6 foot presence behind you. Horny and exhausted was a nasty mix for anyone and Bakugou is a worse case as he grabbed you by your arm turning you around.

Alert entered your mind as you nearly, by a measly hair burnt him with a match you had. Why was here was all you could ask yourself, feeling his dramatic hot pants near your neck.

"Why-" No time for speaking when he was highly eager to ravage your ass. You knew how he was from time time since you've met him and because of this you have gotten the worst and the best of him. Sex and life alone was hot and dangerous between the both of you.

His lips marked yours up with a grunt of his own making it seem as if he was feasting on your chapped ones. The dryness making it sting sweetly only adding to the arousal you now felt for yourself. Kissing him. Him not taking his time as he will easily swallow his food without chewing.

"I'm fucking pissed." He snapped. This version of him was the only version you couldn't take. No type of convincing could make an outsider believe your actions to one another was not non consensual. His slightly bigger form compared to your own was trifling as it was pressed up to your chest.

After minutes of searching eachothers mouths with fever and rush he finally stripped himself from his pants. You caught a rare glimpse of how hard he really was. Now this was irritating you at this point. You were no sore loser, but if someone ever took something from you like candy it would easily be endgame.

"Stop fucking pouting. I just got out of a meeting early", he adjusted his position a bit. "To fuck your meddling ass." He closed the space between you two as his cologne and natural scenticked your senses. A shiver went down your spine like a fresh cold drop of sweat as you backed away into the corner. He followed that and smirked. You couldn't be serious.

"Turn around. I wanna see it." He huffed, impatiently. You obviously did what you were told. No time in making him even more pissed. He admired your obedience when it came to your relationship. Only if you could follow that up in turning yourself in. Sadly you were too prideful, probably why you both have an odd ball bond with eachother.

Like lightning your pants were down just like his as he slapped your ass with a strikingly heavy hand. Watching your arse slightly move was guilty enjoyment of his own.

"Ah !" You covered your mouth quickly in fear of his scolding. Number 1 rule of him when frustrated was that on all accounts. Don't. Fucking. Make. A. Peep. That reminder did not fail to make you turn back with pleading eyes with him looking back at you with pliant disbelief.

"Yer' really trying to fuckin' test me, yeah ?" He asked. Not loud how he usually is, but a lower octave with a nonchalant expression. He was tired. Tired of your prideful denial of going to jail. Tired of these late damn meetings at the agency. Tired of his parents calling him because he was doing this to himself. He was fucking exhausted of it all. His top tier was you especially.

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That's completely fine though. He can sex all of this out on his handsome villain boyfriend.

Y/N fucking L/N.

I hope this is fine, again I'm not a dark blog so if I wrote this along with the req it would get a bit dark. { I love dark blogs so it would be a whole series 💀. }

[hpalways]

Conquer || Childe

Disclaimer: This is a Yandere! Childe x Reader Oneshot. There will be obsession, light gore, and death. If you are not comfortable with such topics, you do not have to read it. I would also like to put a reminder that I do not condone such behavior either, nor should toxic relationships ever be romanticized. Thank you for reading if you choose to do so!

BLADES coated of water skewered the enemy, pummeling them down mercilessly with every motion. The quick fight was soon over, so the male brushed his gloved hands together and left the vicinity, plastering a smile on his face yet again. Tartaglia had just gone on a quick errand for the Fatui, to analyze an area for their future plans. However, he ran into a little trouble there and ended up fighting monsters and whatnot.

It frustrated him, having to deal with such lowlifes. He was better than this! If it didn't provide him the thrill he was so desperate to lay hands upon, then what was the damn point? They shouldn't even be spared any time, for they forced him to dally along, which kept him away from you longer.

He combed his fingers through his red locks, sighing in the process. It was about time he began the trek back to Liyue Harbor. Lands spreading far and wide, he stayed obediently on the path and watched the peaceful birds soar through the skies. It was a very nice day today, but he felt restless anyway. The hands at the sides were twitching, nails digging sharply into the palms until blood seeped out. The pain of it did not bother him at all -- in fact, he merely enjoyed it, lips curving up into an actual smile. It made everything less pleasant, but more real.

The greenery grasslands of the wilderness faded into pavement, marked by the craft of humans. The huge structures of the city brimmed of familiarity of what he called 'home' for the past few months now. It would never truly be home of course, and it would never satisfy his wants, but it would have to do. At least you were apart of it.

His dark boots echoed upon the planked docks as he dodged the bodies milling about. The waves lapping below were as clear as the sky, reflecting against the warm sun. He knew exactly where to find you, and had sucked in a breath when he indeed saw the person he wished to see the most. [h/c] hair blowing with the wind behind, your figure was hunched down, a pair of chopsticks in your hand. You were on a lunchbreak from your job at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, so you were currently shoving down food at your favorite spot of Liyue. It was a simple place -- the edge of the dock with a good view of the sea, but it was also where you and Childe marked the first letter of your names on the rail.

"If it isn't my favorite comrade." The voice nearly sent you jumping in fright, so you whirled your head around to meet deep, blue hues. The tall male was leaning on the ledge, capturing you wholly with an unwavering gaze.

"Childe! You've returned," you said, grinning at the sight of him.

He leaned closer in, immediately causing your heart to race. Without a second to waste, he kissed you chastely, tasting you softly, in addition, the salt coming from the chicken you just ate. You instantly kissed back, cheeks warmed and lids closed, the food forgotten entirely. Body heat stemmed from him, wrapping you in a comfortable embrace. It was enough to ease your current worries, because Childe was here. The man you loved since the time of beginning... was safe and sound. It wasn't that you doubted his skills -- because he was strong -- very strong, considering he helped train you previously -- but the world out there was still terrifying. Not just that, but he could sometimes get ahead of himself; that was a call for trouble.

His kiss suddenly deepened, lips and tongue burning you until it began to eat you away. Your heart pounded ever so faster, but not in excitement -- rather in alarm. Pulling your head back from him and hungrily gulping fists of air, you averted your eyes to the waters. Despite not looking back at the Snezhayan man, you could feel his gaze digging into the side of your face. He appeared confused as to why the act of affection ceased so soon.

You decided to answer his unvoiced question, knowing it'd be a bigger hassle if you didn't. "I'm eating and we're in public." No response came from him. "Would you like a piece?"

Snatching a piece of chicken from your bowl, you turned to look at him. That was when you noticed how tired he looked. Dark circles adorned beneath his eyes, his hair was messy, and his outfit was slightly rumpled. What had exactly happened out there? Even the offer for food didn't appeal to him, his body stoic without the charm he usually exuded.

Then it happened like a light switch. He nodded eagerly, opening his mouth for the chicken. Despite your unease, you pretended not to see it and did as asked. Plopping it into his mouth, his expression brightened and he nodded while chewing. "Very delicious. Isn't life beautiful, [Y/N]? It's always beautiful with you here."

"Oh... stop being a flirt," you laughed, shaking your head to hide your flustered state.

"Why should I ever?" he asked, tilting his head. A finger twirled around your hair strand, twisting it -- deeper and deeper like a snake burrowing within. He grinned wide, teeth baring and too bright it nearly blinded you. "You're fun to tease."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back onto the food. "How did your day go today?"

"It was annoying," he murmured, features growing dim for a second. "I had only hilichurls to fight. I need something stronger."

"Isn't that a good a thing? You won't get hurt that way."

He blinked at you, brows raised for a few seconds. "You're right," he agreed, shocking you. He wasn't the type of person to stray from the idea of danger. "Patience is key. My opportunity will arrive when it comes."

Oh. So that was what he meant. "That's not the point," you mumbled under your breath, repressing the sigh threatening to spill out. He wouldn't listen to your warnings anyway, so you decided not to press on it. "You look exhausted, Childe. Are you taking care of yourself?"

"I'm not tired at all," he smoothly denied, expanding his smile even more, as if to try and convince you. "Besides, it's our date night, isn't it? I'm not missing out on something so special just for a nap."

That was right. With how busy both your schedules were, the last time you went out on a date with him was a month ago. It was a miracle when the two of you found an evening where both parties were free. Even so, it was a little worrying. You would rather reschedule than force him to go somewhere when he was in that state. Before you could say anything, he beat the punch, as if he read your mind just then.

"We're going. You can't say no."

"Fine," you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile on the lips. "Ah, shoot. I should get back to the Parlor. Break is already over. It went by too fast." Shoving the rest of the food into your mouth, you swallowed it in one go. There was one last thing to do. On the tip of your toes, you pressed your lips on the side of his face, feeling his smooth skin under. Soft as a baby's. How unfair. "See you tonight?"

He nodded, shooting a quick wink your way. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, comrade."

Chuckling under your breath, you whirled around and left the docks, oblivious to the eyes glued on to your form.

The moment you arrived to the building of your workplace, a certain director was waiting. She had long, brown hair put into two ponytails, with a dark hat sitting on top. Amber eyes showed from beneath her bangs, darting back and forth in wonder. Her fingers continued to tug the sleeves of her dark, traditional coat. It was none other than Hu Tao -- the person you called a boss.

"[Y/N]! You were a minute late!" she said, huffing as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh... sorry," you said, scratching your head.

She picked something up beside her. It was a stack of papers, showcasing calligraphy, which advertised the company. Same old Hu Tao. She never gave a break about it, considering clients were hard to keep. More-so, the woman was the one who typically scared them away, talking about death and whatnot. It sometimes unnerved you too, but it kept things interesting. Hmm... now that you thought about it, you attracted quite the strange bunch of people in life. Strange people often led to strange situations. Strange situations often led to death. Death?! Did your boss somehow brainwash your brain into thinking like her?

Hu Tao dropped the heavy pile upon your arms. "Let's go and find more clients! While we're at it, we'll tape these on some buildings too!" she declared, pumping a fist into the air.

Forced to follow her like a lowly dog, you drooped your head and did as ordered. It was a nightmare having to approach these people, witnessing the terrifying lines Hu Tao would sometimes spit out to them and the horror apparent in these innocent citizens' eyes. Then they'd threaten to call the guards on her, so the two of you would be forced to flee, and the cycle would continue. If not obvious by now, this was your least favorite task of this job, but it wasn't like you could argue with her. If she ended up firing you, you wouldn't know what to do.

Traveling through the city of the Geo Archon, you prepared yourself for the long day ahead.

The sun was setting by the time the two of you began to return to the Parlor. Skies streamed of pink and orange, looking magnificently beautiful. Lights began to illuminate the buildings, coloring the streets with its warm glow. It was growing silent too; the merchants and travelers were beginning to retire to their abodes. This made it much more peaceful and a definite welcoming sight to see. The embarrassment you gone through today made you wish to never see another human being again.

Ah. It was getting near the designated time for the date with Childe. Just as you were about to ask to be dismissed by your boss, the female beside you had let out a groan.

Turning your head to the left, you found Hu Tao sagging to the ground, grasping her head in pain. "Are you okay?" you questioned in panic, shaky hands unsure of what to do.

It was over quickly. She stood up and brushed herself off, clearing her throat. "I have a bad feeling," she said, placing her hand onto your shoulder. You glanced down in bewilderment, confused by her line of actions. "Someone is going to die. Is it you?"

"What--" you blubbered. "That's not funny at all, Hu Tao."

She hummed, placing a finger on her chin in deep thought. "Perhaps it's me."

"Don't say that!" you gasped, shoulders trembling in shock. What the hell was she spewing out?! Maybe you should be used to her tactics at this point, but never had she said something so... so drastic! Why would say she such a thing? How could she say it so casually? She was lying, wasn't she? This couldn't possibly be real!

Her expression was entirely serious. Trailing from your shoulder to your wrist, her tight grip weaved around it. "Come with me. We're going to Wuwang Hill."

You decided to go with her. This was an emergency. The original thought of your date with Childe had been pushed to the back of your mind, entirely forgotten.

The trip to the this place she talked about was longer than expected. Night had fallen across the lands, dim stars twinkling in the distance. It was dark out -- it didn't help that you found yourself in some abandoned woods, where gnarly trees stemmed from the ground. Where did she just take you? Her prophecy about someone's death was beginning to look a bit more convincing. The woods were the perfect spot for a murder scene. You flinched at the sound of a stray owl hooting from somewhere.

The woman finally halted at a mound of dirt, to which she nodded in approval at. She spun around to face you, giving you a thumbs up. "Alright. Just wait here for me. I'll be back in a bit."

"What?! You can't just bring me to this creepy place and ditch me like that! Let me go with you-"

She shook her head, looking stern. "I can't do that. Nothing will happen to you, I promise." Her words were a little hard to believe and did not help to assure you at all.

Despite your futile protests, she ignored them and entered a magical veil. In less than a second, she was gone, leaving you alone in a dark... dark place. Curses ran through your mind and you hugged yourself in paranoia. All was silent, saved for the rustle of leaves blowing against the wind. The moon casted trickles of light past the gaps of trees, the color of it more ghastly than helpful. Broken wood littered the ground, which you assumed were past homes. What happened here? If people used to live here, what happened?

The nape of your neck prickled, the feeling of it slithering down the spine of your back. It sank its fangs into you, ready to spill your blood to fill the soil. Whirling around, you found an empty clearing, with no one there.

Taking a step back, you tripped over a log. Shit! Shutting your eyes, you prepared for the fall. The wind knocked out of you, but before the impact arrived, time had froze to a stand still.

Cold, searing hands were placed on you, burning into your back through the fabrics of your shirt. Eyes opened to see the familiar outline of a person. You yanked away and shoulders lowered. Relief seeped into you, knowing that it wasn't somebody dangerous. He was here to protect you, for he was untouchable, unmatched in skills and strength. Suddenly, you did a double take. "What are you doing here, Childe?"

"I followed you here," he said, a grin never leaving his face. Pearls gleamed, reflecting the moon's glow. His gaze didn't match the smile he had on though; they were overflowing with something. Turmoil. Anger. Desire. "I was going to pick you up from the Parlor as a surprise, but then I saw you leave the city."

"The... date," you mumbled, knitting your brows together. "I'm so sorry...! I can explain."

"Hush," he said, grin stretching ever wider. He snatched a strand of your [h/c] hair, breathing it in deeply, while licking his lips in the process. "There's nothing to explain. You decided your job was more important than me."

"That's not it!"

He ignored your remark, scanning the surroundings with great interest. "This place is pretty dead. There's nothing to kill." Bending down, he picked up a wilting flower, analyzing it with those haunting hues of his. The next second, the flower was crushed in his hand, squeezed so hard it had turned into dust. He blew on it and the specks disappeared into the breeze. "Where's Hu Tao?"

Hu Tao... He had never paid attention to her before. As far as you knew, they had not spoken to each other once. What did he want with her? Your lips parted, but your throat dried. No words came out. You couldn't seem to find your voice.

"Cat caught your tongue?" he sneered, taking a step forward. His question was repeated, a little harsher on the edge. "Where's Hu Tao?"

"I'm back!"

Speak of the devil. The brunette had appeared out from the burrow yet again. Childe whipped around at the voice, a crazed excitement flashing past him. You wanted to scream at the girl to get out of here immediately, but your mouth would not move. Although, why? Childe was your boyfriend, was he not? What was this fear that threatened to suffocate your every being?

The tall man went over to the director, who had stopped in her tracks. "So this is it," she breathed out, her gaze locking in with the red head. "Balance has been shaken because of you, Harbringer."

"Does it look like I give a damn about your words?" he said, barking out a chilling laugh. "Please do at least give a nice challenge for a fight. I've been bored all day."

"I have no choice, do I?" she said, slowly unsheathing her polearm.

"No! Stop it! Leave her alone." you yelled out, running out to the battlefield.

He pushed you back, sending you sprawling to the ground. "Stay there." You tried to get up, but by then, it was too late.

Blue and red visions gleamed in the dark and in a biting realization, you knew who was instantly at a disadvantage. Childe had taken out his blades as well, water forming from them. The two figures ran at each other in great speed, weapons clashing and clanging. Every time Hu Tao tried to hit him, it was easily met by the other, the fire dissolving at the taste of water. Steam arose in the air, fogging the air around. "At this point, I won't even need to go into the other form. You're weak," Childe taunted.

"And you're hurting [Y/N] with your selfish deeds," his opponent quipped. Fury blossomed in the depths of his heart at the sound of this. He was going to go easy before, to keep the fight going for longer, but it was running out. Hitting her polearm with his entire strength, he knocked the long stick from her hands.

He grabbed her by her neck, squeezing it. Her legs were lifted from the ground, eyes bulging and her hands desperately trying to scratch the iron grip of his. She wheezed out in pain, the sound of it raw and scratchy. "Stop! Stop it, dammit!" you cried, crawling over to the scene. He ignored you, dropping the ragged body of the woman down. She was still alive, but barely.

Just as you were about to reach her, Childe had kneeled down and plunged the recently dropped polearm straight down into her chest. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Blood splattered upon his face, where a sick smile took place. Sticky substance landed on yours, the intense iron smell making your stomach turn. The woman's eyes which used to gleam of life had faded, though they were still wide in horror for the upending doom.

You couldn't even process it or grieve.

His bloodlust eyes turned on you, crimson splatters oozing down like drying paint. Wiping a spot from his cheek, he sucked his thumb and smiled, looking too happy -- looking too normal for someone with blood on their face. You reeled back, uneven breaths breaking the uncanny silence.

"[Y/N]."

You couldn't answer. You didn't have an answer. This wasn't your boyfriend anymore. He was a stranger. A murderer.

"[Y/N]."

Nails dug into the dirt and you dared scooted yourself back.

"Why do you look scared?"

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. He was pouting, jutting his bottom lip out childishly. How could he say that with his hand still on the polearm used to kill someone? Stop it.

"I won't hurt you. I will never hurt you."

"Leave... me... alone..." Your voice cracked and it shook with every syllable. With the last bit of your strength, you heaved yourself up and began to run like your life depended on it. And it did.

You barely last a few seconds. Yanked back roughly by your shoulder, he held you, claws digging into the side of your torso. His head lowered and hot breath tickled your ear lobes as he whispered.

"I will never leave you. One day, I will conquer the world. So I need you by my side. Forever."

His blue eyes were no longer blue. They were purple, the color of poison.

A/N: PLEASE the way childes banner is coming very very soon but i be writing this-

If youre pulling for him, good luck! We're getting our bastard man babes :D

[toricrypticice]

The Golden Scarred

CHAPTER THREE (Fixed Perspective) 

“Wait what?” Hunter nervously glances at the Owl Lady gulping. “Uh I don’t think that's-“ He looks back to where Luz was “and she's gone” He grumbles. 

He glances back at the older woman feeling nervous and a bit uneasy. He fumbles slightly, his vision blurring. He yelps when his vision focuses in time to see Eda reach towards his face. He tenses, shutting his eyes tightly waiting for the expected blow. Eda frowns as the male flinches back. Rolling her eyes as she sighs. 

“Relax kid, I'm not gonna hurt ya.  Got no magic to anyways” Eda jokes, resting her hand against his hot forehead to which; he lets out a pathetic whimper leaning into her cool hand before growling, grabbing her wrist and pulling away. He opens his eyes looking angry for showing weakness.

“Don’t. Touch. Me. “ Hunter says through clenched teeth as he glares at the female, he sits up straighter as to intimidate her. Eda just stares, 

Hunters’ grip felt ..so weak. 

She frowns, concerned as she watches him shakily let go, holding his head in pain as he gets another dizzy spell. 

Hunter frowns as his head spins, wishing more than anything to just disappear from here, of course he’d get left with this wild witch when he was in such a state. He needed to get out of here and figure out how to redeem himself. 

“Okay okay. Look I just have to clean the cuts on your face, is that alright?” Eda says calmly, her eyes glancing to his torso where he shielded what looked like a worse injury from what the dark-stained shirt could tell her. She looks back to the males eyes offering a gentle smile. Hunter was confused but kept a harsh glare on the female.  

No one ever asked him if it was alright with him before. 

The question made him feel off and wrong.

 In the emperor's coven he was used to things just happening, he didn’t get a choice. 

But what made his stomach turn was the offer for someone to help with his wounds. 

It was unheard of!

 Getting hurt was a sign of weakness the Emperors coven didn’t get the luxury to enjoy. 

Especially Hunter.

 If anyone got hurt they were expected not to show any weakness, hide away if they had to. 

But Hunter's confusion seems to leave him as he remembers who she was. 

The Owl Lady.  

The once most powerful witch on the isle. 

She uses wild magic. 

She was a crook. 

She wasn’t to be trusted. 

It was almost laughable that he almost fell for it. 

“No I don’t want your help” Hunter mutters angrily as he looks away rolling his eyes at the female. Eda couldn’t help but snort, causing the male to glance back quickly looking a bit more agitated, his face going slightly red, even the tips of his ears burning as Eda laughs at him. He lets out a slight growl clenching his teeth. 

“Alright. alright, how about this then? I’ll give you the supplies and you clean them? “ Eda smirks confidently. Hunter nods slowly, almost unsure, confused. This was some kind of trick right? 

He narrows his eyes at her trying to read her eyes for any type of clue.

 This had to be a trick. 

The Owl Lady practiced wild magic.  

Wild magic is dangerous ergo so was The Owl Lady. 

“Good!” Hunter snaps with attitude before taking the first aid kit from her hands aggressively, a bit too quickly, his head spinning at the rapid movement.  He bites his lip.

 If he ignored the dizziness then he could do this, 

yeah?

Yeah. 

He’d done this for himself plenty of times in the coven. 

This wasn’t any different. 

And as his Uncle always told him, things like this would only make him stronger.  

He lets out a breath and picks up a bottle of what he hoped was the cleanser. He holds it close to his face trying to read the contents as his vision blurs again, his head suddenly pounding worse making his stomach do a somersault. He overall did not feel good. He just wanted to lay down and forget all this.

 He shakes his head grumbling, almost dropping the bottle as he blinks to try to sort his vision. 

Eda watches the male smirking, knowing he would give in any second. 

Hunter gulps as his vision focuses, he can feel The Owl Ladys’ gaze and he couldn’t help but glance her way seeing the smug expression.

This causes his face to turn slightly red in embarrassment, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears as he growls loudly. 

‘She knew!’

‘She knew he couldn’t do it’

‘She just wanted to rub it in his face!’

Hunter felt angry as his thoughts screamed. 

 “Fine! I need your help!” Hunter snaps bitterly, he spat out the word ‘help’ in distaste, grumbling as he looks away from the Owl Lady with a scowl. 

Eda chuckles “Ha Don’t worry about it kid” she smiles softly before getting a clean cloth ready. She dabs it slightly on the area below and around his eye. Hunter gasps slightly before he bites his tongue to keep from whimpering, the area stinging.

“Warn me next time “ he huffs “A-and stop calling me kid” He mutters through gritted teeth trying to hold onto what little dignity to the coven he had left. 

He was the golden guard. 

He just-.. needed to earn the title back. 

He shudders softly, his fingers gripping onto the couch, trying his best not to show weakness as he sits completely still. 

Though Eda seemed to take notice of the tense witch. 

“Just relax,” She reassures. Hunter glares at her frowning . 

“I. am. relaxed. “ He pauses, taking a breath, feeling agitated. 

She was teasing him on purpose, 

Unbelievable 

“You’re just clearly bad at this!”   Hunter bites back before he can stop himself, his eye throbbing badly from the stress. 

Eda clicks her tongue, shaking her head about to say something and then stopping with a heavy sigh putting the cloth down. 

Hunter felt his heart skip a beat in terror but he didn't dare move as his eyes twitch slightly with fear. 

He was going to be punished for talking back wasn’t he?

His breath stopped short and he bows his head quickly. 

“I apologize. It won’t happen again” the reply came swift before Eda could even open her mouth, like Hunter was used to biting his tongue and apologizing. 

And titan, he was.

 Or at least when he was stupid enough to get mouthy.

But he learned very quickly not to get mouthy with Belos.. 

Eda frowns, feeling bad for the kid. Belos really did torture them in the emperors coven huh? She felt bad for when she assumed they had everything handed to them. That they were Belos’ star children and were loved unconditionally even if they fucked up. They were his coven after all. But Eda realized now how stupidly naïve she was to think such a thing. The Emperor really was merciless, and with his own nephew too? She could really tell Belos did a number on the boy. Faded scars lined his arms, not to mention his cheek and clipped ear. And now there was the damage from the days prior. Belos was a monster. 

“Look, kid, seriously relax. If we were going to hurt or turn you in we would have done it already” Eda hums, joking to lighten the mood. But when she notices Hunter is still tense she sighs out “but like we won’t, you’ve been through a lot plus we’re criminals” she assures gently. Continuing to clean the area around his eye, being careful going a bit slower this time. Hunter scoffs, rolling his eyes looking away. Her words annoyed the male, he didn’t need her pity. 

“Wooow I feel so much safer “ He mutters sarcastically but his shoulders seem to actually relax, only tensing slightly every now and again. 

But Eda was right. 

They all could have done away with him easily, especially during his episode. And it’s not like they really could turn him in anyway if they wanted to, they all had their own wanted posters. Though he had expected these wild witches to be harsh with him, much like Belos was.  But so far The Owl Lady’s touches weren’t harmful or ill intended.  

She was just …

 taking care of him. 

This left a bitter taste in his mouth. He gulps feeling guilty for the small part of him that enjoyed it. 

Eda carefully wraps the area, being gentle. Hunter couldn’t help but let a soft smile grace his features.   

This was.. 

...Different.  

To have someone else clean his wounds and not himself for a change. 

To have someone be gentle and caring with him. 

 It was kind of…

Nice. 

“Thank you for your assistance Ms. Clawthorne..” Hunter mumbles softly, maintaining his composure as he straightens his back letting his smile fall. 

“No problem but you can just call me Eda kid. “ She laughs softly. 

Hunter looks away embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck. He wasn’t used to getting help. 

It felt so.. 

Unnatural. 

And for this witch of clearly high rank to want him to call her Eda. 

This all made his stomach turn. 

This wasn’t right.

 His mind kept screaming ‘Run get out!’

Eda was the ene—The Owl Lady!!

 The Owl Lady was the enemy. 

He growls as he has to mentally correct himself. He couldn’t use their names. That would only make him get attached- not that he could get attached to these lowlifes.

 Comfortable. He wouldn’t get comfortable. And he knew he wouldn’t fall for whatever façade The Owl Lady was pulling. 

Eda ties off the bandage. 

He was tired and glad this was all over. He could go back to his cave and -

 “ Alright onto the next one.” Eda hums but frowns as she watches the color drain from the small males face, his eyes widening as a few beats of sweat fall from his brow. 

Hunter coughs, grabbing his side, clenching his teeth at the feeling as it throbs badly. 

Dammit why did he let himself believe it was over? 

He let his guard down!

 He felt angry but more nervous about Eda looking at something a bit more serious.

 His vision swims as he looks back at the female and he shakes his head. 

“Er um how about we don’t and I leave?” Hunter laughs nervously looking down, fumbling as he scoots back slightly looking uneasy. He sits straight as he remembers his status. He couldn’t show he was scared. “I-I’ve overstayed my welcome long enough” he says strictly trying to hide his fear. 

Eda frowns, she knew that meant it was most likely really bad and with the fever the boy had...    

She really needed to look at it. 

“Kid I just need to take a small peek I promise I won’t hurt ya as I said before“ Eda reassured and yet Hunter felt more nervous..

Could- Could he actually trust her? 

No, No of course not!

But on the other hand ..

This was more serious…

Then again..

But Belos had always taught him to keep his guard up, even in friendly company..

Rascal pecks his leg, tweeting loudly. 

“Ow hey!” Hunter growls startled. He scoffs at the bird as he glares at the boy. 

He hated to admit that he did need her help and he hated that he had to show it. 

He hadn’t really looked at it since— what happened..

He gulps, deciding he had no choice (like usual),  he shakily starts to remove his shirt, wincing badly as it barely grazes the area on his torso. 

Edas’ frown worsened when Hunter revealed the darkly red-stained cloth wrapped tightly around his torso.  

Hunter coughs a bit harshly, feeling his vision swim again. He closes his eyes to steady himself. 

Eda watches, having to stop herself from moving forward to help the male knowing he needed time to adjust to them. 

But she felt so worried, she just wanted to help him.  

Hunter looked so weak. 

So tired. 

So Pale. 

So frail. 

The Golden Guard was but a small child.

And He did not look well. 

Eda hated herself for caring but.. she couldn’t really believe it. 

The Golden Guard. 

One of the Heads of The Coven 

A child.

Just a child.  

And Belos did all of this. 

To a child 

She felt angry.

So angry. 

 She couldn’t believe Belos would-! 

well yes she could but she was just shocked he’d do such a thing to family. She felt sorry for the boy. 

Hunter opens his eyes slowly before carefully starting to peel the bandage off. He gasps loudly, clenching his jaw as he pulls the stuck gauze from his flesh. A few tears started to build, blurring his vision and he quickly blinks them back. The fabric almost seemed sealed to his skin as he rips it off, blood dripping down his stomach. Hunter’s breath hitches as he finally tears it off, a small whimper leaving him as he shields the area gritting his teeth, shaking slightly. 

It hurt

It hurt so much.

“Hunter?” Eda moves her hand to his shoulder carefully before rubbing his back softly, concerned. 

Hunter shutters softly at the small touch but nods. 

“Sorry I know i just- right” Hunter didn't feel ready but he slowly removed his hands revealing the giant gash in his side which was bleeding a bit badily and now oozing a small bit. His stomach flips and He feels a slight tickle in his throat, he coughs harshly before he quickly supports the area after the first cough, a strained sound escaping him, a few tears falling as well. His side pulsing with every cough that shook his being. 

”Ah mm ah ahh” He grips the area, slightly his vision swimming. The pressure the cough created made the pain a bit unbearable, he shudders.

He just wanted to give up at this point. Just lay down. It hurt too much.  But he knew he needed to suck it up. 

“S-Sorry” he shakily removed his now blood stained hand slowly, his voice was soft and his eyelids shook weakly. He bites his lip nervously as his side pulses again but he grips the couch instead. 

Eda felt her heart break at the sight. 

“Stop apologizing already, Look before we start, because won't lie that looks real bad, if i gave you some sleeping nettles and maybe some-” 

“No.” Hunter's reply came fast and stern, Eda seemed a bit taken back by this. She pauses as she looks at the male confused. 

Was he used to high end healing?

Eda didn’t really have anything like that. 

“Look i know its no healing spell or healing potion but it can help you-”

“If you had healing potions i wouldn’t take those either” Hunter rolls his eyes as if it were obvious and she was an idiot for even thinking of offering. He glances down at the hole in his side gulping uneasily. 

Eda looks confused but then frustrated.

“Hunter, why are you being so difficult?” Eda groans in slight annoyance, I mean when she found out about her elixirs she had been so happy to find something to help her deal with the owl beast curse. 

So why was this young witch, who’s clearly in immense physical pain, take nothing to help deal with the issue?

But Hunter only seemed confused by The Owl Lady’s question. 

“Belos says that truly strong witches don't need such trifle things”. Hunter states matter-of-factly gripping the couch cushion. “I mean how will I truly get stronger with assistance?” He laughs and scoffs as he shakes his head at the woman who stares in disbelief. 

Eda stopped and stared for a moment. It was painful to watch the male suffer, she felt angry that Belos had fooled the boy so well. The fact that he fully believed such a thing. 

“Hunter, you don’t have to suffer to get better or to get stronger! that's not how this works.” Eda seemed exasperated that she even had to explain this to the young male. 

How dare Belos! 

She felt so so angry but sad as she stared at the clueless child. 

“J-just let me get my magic nettles cream at least so I can numb the area slightly before its cleaned. You're lucky to be alive with no stitches-“

“S-Stitch” Hunter gulps feeling a bit sick at just the thought and he quickly shakes his head. “I-i really don't think that would have been necessary i mean look,” he looks down at his oozing, festering wound “its- not that bad” he says quickly, his voice cracking making it not so convincing. He felt a bit sick to his stomach just looking at the wound, dizzy. He looks back at the woman smiling. 

Eda stares at him blankly. 

Hunter frowns as he realizes she is not buying it. 

“Okay yeah stitches probably were the best idea but” he mumbles defeated, putting his head down staring at his hands as they shake slightly.  He really didn’t like stitches, back when he got his nick in his ear he fainted mid-stitch and well he didn’t really remember anything else beside the panic of having a chunk of his ear missing when he woke up. Hunter lets out a shaky breath. 

“Alright relax kid and lay back “ Eda grabs her cream unscrewing the cap. Hunter gulps carefully laying on his back, gasping in pain as his side throbs. He bites his lip before gulping. 

“We’ll numb the area first then i’ll start cleaning” 

Eda hums walking him through the process

“Yeah yeah okay whatever” Hunter mumbles less bite in his words. He felt tired and he was in so much pain. 

Eda carefully spreads the cream, it glows bright yellow as Hunters body absorbs it. 

“Ah-“ He gasps gripping a nearby pillow. 

“Now before we continue you sure you don’t want some sleeping nettles or-“ Eda hums careful wetting a cloth with cleaner. 

“No I don’t need anything else I’m sure it's fine” he mumbles lying. 

Hunter's hands balled into fists at his sides, feeling scared.

 No no he was The Golden Guard. 

He scoffs at himself letting out a breath as he releases his tight grip.

 “Alright well then do it” He snaps slightly. 

Eda couldn’t help but chuckle at the boys agitation, it reminded her a lot of herself. 

 “Alright alright sheesh kid” she rolls her eyes before gently cleaning around the wound first. 

The male immediately tenses badly, his breath hitching as his eyes widen. He shakes his head shutting his eyes trying to maintain any of his composure. The Owl lady stops slightly. “Numbing cream will only go so far. Are you sure you don’t-“

“No! just clean the stupid gash!” Hunter growls, cutting her off with a snap as he glares.. 

Eda frowns but sighs softly. “A-alright “ she says a bit shakily. “But you asked for it” he carefully touches the actual area starting to clean but Hunter fully sits up covering his mouth as he cries out in pain, tears blurring his vision before he scoots away putting his legs up to block his stomach.  

Eda puts her hands up immediately, eyes wide. She had expected a reaction but-

Hunter grits his teeth as a sob escapes his person and he looks down shamefully.

Eda clicks her tongue sighing.

“Kid?” Eda tries gently. 

“I’ll take the magic assistance..” His shoulders sink in defeat as he gives in disgracefully. 

Oh what Belos’ would say..

Eda seemed a bit taken back. 

“A-Alright” 

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