#you two can sit the fuck down and stop acting like you got the moral high ground on this when you literally tagged your varigo/7k hate

[hugogetsrawed]

petty idea we all start also tagging varigo with tangled the series to enrage the people who seem to hate varigo so so much but havent just. blocked the tag

for every asshole in the vat7k tag who's made an anti post without a) tagging it anti b) using the read more function and instead posting an absolute wall of text and c) forgotten that blocking #varigo is way easier than writing an entire essay, i will be posting a nsfw hugo post tagged #tts

[eddiesxangel]

That’s that me, Espresso | rockstar!eddie

@mmunson86 requested: I can’t stop thinking about rockstar!Eddie x pop!Princess! reader! & its all thanks to miss SC & Espresso! Imagine they are at one of her concerts right right & she has Eddie sit in the middle of the stage! she is about to debut this song its the last song for the night and she dances on him , for him , around him & Eddie is loosing his mind so right after the concert he wastes no time and takes her into the dressing room & the rest well you know the rest 🙂‍↔️💗

Cw: modern au, Rockstar!Eddie x Pop!princes wife reader. Age gap, Eddie is a filthy simp for his girl, soft!Dom Eddie (sir), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), small bit of anal fingering. Talks of pregnancy.

2.3kwords

We are back baby!!! From the Wildflower universe, if you want more of the lore on these two.

“You ready, Angel?” Your husband smiles at you.

Husband, it still has a nice ring to it. You’ve been married just under a year. Giving birth to your little one put the wedding on the back burner, but you started the wedding planning once Lila Rose was 7 months old.

“Yeah, I think so,” you smile. You’re already in your hair and makeup, just waiting for your turn to get on stage.

The rowdy crowd of music festival goers grow impatient as the crew tirelessly works to remove the previous acts' set design.

“You think they’re going to like the new song?” You fiddle with the bedazzled mic in your hands.

“You kidding me? They’re going to love it!”

Eddie always encouraged your work, even if it wasn’t his thing. He loved every song because it was yours.

“All performers take their mark,” you hear the stage director in your ear.

You give Eddie one quick kiss and make your way to the stage.

The set went perfectly, but the riding anticipation of the new single was still in the back of your mind.

“Okay, Coachella! I’m going to need you to help me out with something.” You smile. “This is my last song of the night, and it’s brand new, so I’m a bit nervous.” You pace the stage.

“Now I have a special someone backstage with me, and I know he won’t come out unless we pressure him, so I’m going to need your help, okay?” you walk over to side stage and look him in the eye

You knew he would kill you, but you needed him for the extra moral support, and you kinda had a plan up your sleeve.

“Come on out, Eddie, baby,” you smile, and the crow starts to chant Eddie’s name.

Feeling embarrassed and a bit proud of you for getting what you wanted. Eddie stocks onto the stage, giving a small wave, not wanting this to be about him.

“Sit,” you speak into the mic and point to the fold-out chair in centre stage.

Eddie sits, and before he can protest anymore, he hears the first few beats of the music.

“Nice,” you sing in your breathy tone your husband can’t get enough of.

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo

Eddie really loved that last lyric. He thought it was very clever of you because he knew it was about him and how he eats you out.

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso.

You and your dancers moved to the beat without missing a step.

I can't relate to desperation My 'give a fucks' are on vacation And I got this one boy

You turn to your husband and wink.

And he won't stop calling

You take a few short steps around to the back of the chair.

When they act this way

You lean in from behind and run your free hand down his shoulder to his chest and back up.

I know I got 'em

You swear you hear him moan.

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

You twirl your hair around your finger, then summon Eddie to come closer.

Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

He gets up and follows you like a puppy as you strut across the stage. My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen.

You flick up the edge of your mini skirt, and Eddie can see the lacy underwear beneath your stockings.

He needs this song to be over so he can finally have you. You've been rehearsing for this moment for months now. Stressing over it and with the baby, you and him have had hardly any time to have sex like you used to.

He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

Eddie is back in his seat by the second bridge, and your dancing is driving him absolutely crazy. You know what you are doing. He can see it in your eyes; your mischievous gaze tells him you had this all planned out. You probably faked being nervous just to get him out here so you could seduce him.

Eddie was losing the battle of not getting hard in front of the thousands of fans watching. He couldn't help it; his bombshell of a wife was so irresistible.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

Eddie listened as you thanked the crowd. He took your hand and yanked you off stage once he thought it had been enough time for your final bow, letting you soak in this moment before he whisked you away.

“Eddie!” You squeal while trying to keep up with him in your platform go-go boots.

“Gotta have, you know,” he growls in your ear so only you can hear.

“Really baby? I worked you up that much?” You swoon.

After all this time, Eddie still makes your heart flutter. You never thought soulmates existed, but when you met Eddie, all that changed- especially after having his baby. The way he was with your newborn had you wanting to jump his bones before the doctor okayed you for sex again.

The trailer was close but not close enough in Eddie’s eyes. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on Eddie’s brow, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the hot Californian sun or the fact that his cock was about to bust through his jeans, and he was trying not to have anyone notice.

“Get out,” Eddie commands as the trailer door swings back. Eddie opens it so hard.

Your team looks startled as you and Eddie enter the small space.

You give them an apologetic look and they place down their stuff and leave you both alone.

“You were perfect up there.” he pulls you in for a kiss. “So fucking proud of you.” He kisses down your neck.

“Mmmm, thank you, baby”

“You’re a goddamn succubus, you know that, Angel?” Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it before drawing the blinds.

“Is that right? Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, it is, Mrs. Munson.” Eddie pulls you in by the waist for a heated kiss. Still, after all this time, you both were so greedy for one another. Nothing can ever break the bond between the both of you… not again.

“God, Angel, you were a goddamn tease on that stage; you got me looking like a simp.”

You pull back, curious as to where he had heard that term.

“Simp?”

“VR tells me things.” Violet Rose, Eddie's oldest, whom you’ve adopted, is now twenty two.

“Okay, old man,” you giggle, and he walks you back to the sofa in the trailer’s back corner.

“Enough talking, more kissing.”

Your tailored dress, made just for you, was not easy to strip. Eddie was having a hell of a time trying to get out of it, only to groan when he saw your pantyhose as another barrier.

“Why do they make these things so tight.” He grumbles as you giggle at him.

“You weren’t complaining about it ten minutes ago,” you snide.

“Don’t make me put you over my knee.” He smirks.

“No, Sir,” you put your lip.

Finally, once you are out of your garments, Eddie kneels right between your legs.

“Baby, you’re going to hurt your knees,” You push his long hair back. “Why don’t we go -OH - to the couch” Not listening, his lips are already on your throbbing cunt.

The plus from your clit was relieved as Eddie’s tongue grazes it before quickly lapping and flicking at it.

“Oh fuck!” Your legs buckle, and your grip on Eddie’s hair tightens. He growls at the pain in his scalp, but he loves it all the same.

You feel his tongue go down, then to the left, then the right and finally circles your clit.

“Mmmmm, tastes so good, Angel”

“Please don’t stop!”

You feel Eddie's skilled tongue glide through your slick folds before you feel his hands nudge your legs, signalling to open them wider.

Eddie’s thick long fingers pump up into your warm wet cunt until you’re losing the battle to say upright. Your body is hunched over as Eddie sends waves of pleasure through you.

“Mmmm, that’s it, that’s my good girl. Cum for me.” The pads of his fingers graze you g spot each time. He doesn’t stop until he knows you are satisfied.

“That was a big one, baby; singing for me, go, you all worked up, didn’t it?” He stands and leads you to the couch until you’re lying down, legs spread nice and wide for him.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hum as you watch Eddie finally strip.

His body never looked better; he wants to be the healthiest to watch your baby grow up and maybe put another one in you soon.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir, more than ready.” And it was true; it’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time to have sex, and it was long overdue.

All the pent-up sexual tension between the both of you is finally being released when Eddie's hard cock slides into yours effortlessly.

“Fuck I missed my pussy, baby girl.” His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, just as you know he likes it.

“So fucking beautiful” his cock pumped in and quickly backed out.

The tip of his dick ring never failed to make you see stars. Already you’re a moaning mess for him, cock drunk, and it’s not even been a minute yet.

“There she is, there’s my good girl” Eddie palms your tit as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, blissed out by how he makes you feel.

“More” you moan.

“More what?”

“Sir, please, I need you. Baby, I love you. I love you, please, I need it.” You babble.

Eddie's heart swells. He loves you so much he would give you the moon and stars if he could. Hearing you love him, especially when the two of you are like this, really makes him kick into high gear.

He will never take for granted those three words when you say them to him; your past is too painful not to.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

“Fill me.” You pull him down into a kiss. Your tongue explores his mouth.

His hand that was planted on your waist is now travelling lower to your ass.

“This what you wanted, baby? All of your holes filled?” His finger teases your puckered hole.

“Yes!” You gasp.

“I think that can be arranged. Suck” he points his finger at your face, and you take as much of it in your mouth. You suck on it until it’s dripping with your saliva.

“Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass hole.” His finger slowly glides in, and he pumps it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!”

“God, I love you.” Eddie can’t help but to fuck you frivolously. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the thin walls of the trailer.

“Please, please, please.” You were so close you could feel the pit building.

The pressure of his piercing brushing your g spot with every heavy thrust, each shape snap of his hips making him slide deep inside-mixed with the pressure of his finger pressed deep inside of you was bringing you to the edge of bliss.

“You going to come when I tell you to, Angel?”

“I can’t-can’t hold it!”

“Yes, you can,” he growls.

“F-fuck,” you curse him. You can’t hold it for much longer.

“Mmm, that’s right, babygirl. You’re going to listen to what I tell you.”

Your pussy naturally grips Eddie's cock so tight he almost loses it.

“Please, Sir. I want to cum. Please!”

The look in your eyes has Eddie reeling. The way you beg and submit to him, his perfect girl. His perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children.

“Cum” he growls, and you let out a cry of relief.

With your arms wrapped around the back of Eddie's neck, you pull him down into you on instinct. His body weight pressed into you, and your cunt grips his cock so deliciously Eddie is coming with you.

“Shit, baby girl, I think you nearly killed me that time,” Eddie chuckles as his legs give out and his total weight collapses on top of you.

You giggle dumbly as Eddie plants kisses all over your face.

You look up; his face is red and sweaty, but he’s never looked more beautiful.

“That was long overdue.” You sigh with relief.

“You’re telling me,” he chuckles with you.” “Let’s get you cleaned up, mama.”

“You trying to knock me up, Munson?” Deep down, you’d love to have another baby.

“What if I was?” He looks back over his shoulder, catching you checking out his juicy ass.

“Then I’d say we should keep practicing.”

“Wait for real?”

“You’re no,t getting any younger, “ you giggle.

“Oh, you little minx, you’re in for it.” He runs back towards you, lifts you off the couch, and plops you in his lap.

“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Eddie tickles your sides.

“You really want to start trying?” He asks genuinely.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Guess it’s time for round two, gotta make sure it really sticks.”

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[macsmoods]

can I request a hobie brown x fem! spider person and they kinda adopt miles and gwen. They see them and they’re like “yep these are our kids now.”

FOUND FAMILY

Hobie Brown

Summary: You and Hobie have been together for about 6 months now. When Miguel introduces everyone to the new recruits there’s an immediate liking between the 4 of you. Soon you and Hobie find yourselves becoming protective.

not edited—requests:open ——————————————————————— •“I’m excited. It been awhile since we got new recruits” you said excitedly walking to the conference room. You hands were locked together as you swung them back and fourth.

“Me to. Hopefully there not jack asses like the last to.” you nodded in agreement as he finished talking.

You flashed Miguel a smile which he, obviously, didn’t return. You sat down next to Hobie. You leg bounced up and down nervously as you waited for miguel to begin.

“Calm down darling.” hobie said placing a hand on your knee. Although it had been half a year of being together he still found simple ways to make you blush.

“Alright let’s begin.” miguel yelled out. “As you know we have 2 new recruits. They will be treated with respect and won’t be treated indifferently. Understood?” he said looking at Hobie.

“He touched my hair alright. What i did was in the right. Plus he only fractured his wrist, nothing worse” a hobie explained hand in the air in defense.

Miguel rolled his eyes before beginning again. “Alright please give a warm welcome to Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy.” Everyone watched as they walked in.

Gwen was short and had shaved part of her head. It seemed it had been died with different colors. Miles seemed tall enough with a black and red suit.

You watched as Miles gave a timid wave seeming nervous while Gwen smiled confidently.

“Ok go sit down.” Miguel said in a bored tone. You waved them over to the seats next to you.

They walked over sitting. “Hi i’m y/n and this is my boyfriend Hobie.” you said extending your hand.

They both shook it smiling back. “It’s nice to meet you.” gwen said. You took your focus back to miguel. You grabbed Hobies hand with a smile as you sat next your new friends. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•“Gwen! Get down from there people are staring!” you scolded as the blonde stepped off the table. “It’s not a joke Gwen you could get hurt.” Gwen and Miles laughed as you and Hobie glared.

“ok mother dearest.” gwen retorted sarcastically.

“I swear they never listen.” you whispered to Hobie. He grabbed your hand squeezing it.

“It’s ok darling. It’s just a phase.” you smiled at that. Quickly it was wiped from your face as you heard a gag.

Miles and Gwen were faking vomiting. “Ok guys real mature.” Hobie said.

“Bye mom. Bye dad.” They said leaving the table.

“Get back here now!” Hobie yelled. You gripped his hand as they walked away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • “What were you two even thinking!” you said slamming your hands on the desk. “First you leave this dimension without telling us an then you show up at a fight you were told not to be at by multiple people.” you yelled.

“You could have gotten hurt, or worse killed. So not only would you cause great grief to me and y/n you would also be causing a huge disruption in your dimension!” Hobie yelled.

Gwen scoffed at that. “Would you like to say something?” you snarled.

“This is bullshit! You aren’t are parents so stop acting like it. We are adults who can make are own decisions.” Gwen yelled. “Cmon miles we’re leaving.” They both stood up.

“No i don’t think so! Get the fuck back here!” you yelled but they were already out the door and down the hall. “fuck” you whispered.

Hobie pulled you into a hug kissing your head. Hot tears spilled on your cheeks. “Are we really that bad Hobie?” you whimpered.

“No baby. It’ll take some time before they realize why we’re here. We may not be there real parents but they need someone to take care of them here.” hobie said.

He leaned down attaching your guys lips. “Cmon we have to get to the meeting.” you sighed.

You walked down the hall making it to Miguel’s office. Both you and Hobie stood in. the corner ready to listen.

“There’s a new anomaly!” miguel’s voice echoed through the office. All the spiders went quiet. “For this mission I will need Y/n, Hobie, Gwen, Miles, and Peter. B. That is all. The following people will be debriefed by me. Others please make your way to Lyla for further instruction.”

Your squad walked towards Miguel as he sat atop at his desk. The tension was high as you watched Gwen and Miles move further from you and a hobie.

“There being jackasses. Don’t let them bother you.” Hobie leaned down and whispered. You smiled as Miguel began.

“This new anomaly is one we have seen only few times. The plan is simple. Take it down. We leave right now.” at that Miguel stepped into the portal. Miles and Gwen quickly followed leaving you, Hobie and Peter entering last.

Immediately you saw them already fighting. Quickly running you began to bring civilians to safety. Miguel and Peter could handle the anomaly.

You and Hobie worked together swinging grabbing anyone they could bringing them to safety. Gwen and Miles were doing the same, well you hoped they were.

You noticed a small child in the middle of it all scared. You swung and ducked grabbing him by his waist lifting him into the air. You found a safe place where people could help him.

Running back to the scene you noticed it had quieted down.

“damn that was a quick one.” you commented walking up to Hobie. His eyes were glossed over. “Hey what’s wrong hun.” you looked in his direction to see Peter and Miguel trying to move a bus.

“Hey what’s going on.” you yelled running over. You attached webs attempting to help.

“Gwen. Miles. Bus.” miguel muttered.

“no, no , no!” you yelled. You pulled and pulled Hobie joining. “God damnit you stupid kids!” you’d creamed. With one last pull the bus flew out of the way.

You and Hobie ran towards them pulling rubble off them. “Miles, Geen cmon let’s wake up ok. Your gonna be okay. It all gonna be fine.” Hobie pleaded shaking them. Your eyes blurred as you watched.

“Y/n, Hobie.” Gwen choked out.

“Oh my poor girl!” you cried throwing yourself around her. “Oh Miles!”you yelled embracing him as he sat up. Hobie wrapped his arms around you guys as well.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry i’m a horrible person. All the shit i said. We really do see you as our parents. We need you guys.” Gwen cried.

“shhhh it’s gonna be ok. We are all ok.” Hobie whispered hugging everyone even tighter. ———————————————————————

Authors note

This was so cute to write. Such a fun request hopefully i delivered it well. Should i do any other fandom one shots? ( ex. obx,marvel,etc.)

sincerely,

macsmoods🌊🫧

[princessbrunette]

stepbro!jj 😩😩😩😩 i’d be playing footsies with him at the breakfast table in the morning, acting all coy like he didn’t bend me over his bed last night

i rlly love the idea of reader being the horny sick n twisted one whilst jj is trying desperately to cling onto his morality <333:

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jj was not nonchalant by any stretch of the word, but now sat at the breakfast table — your cunt still aching from the way he’d fucked you through the night, he was seeming to play it incredibly cool and collected. no trace of a knowing smile or secretive glances, just his regular behaviour, sat reclined in his seat wearing his usual get up and a backwards hat. the dismissal would have maybe hurt if it wasn’t turning you on a little.

“i’m headin’ downtown for that AA meetin’. load of horse shit but ‘least i’m tryin’.” luke maybank chats as he messily spreads butter on his toast at the counter, taking a moment to lick some off his thumb. your mother is also rushing around the kitchen ready to head out on her own shift at work— you’re avoiding eye contact with her the most, more shameful of the acts you’d commit under the shared roof only a few hours prior.

“well, we are all proud anyways.” she praises, looking around at you and jj for contribution. you nod, and jj clears his throat, shuffling closer to the table opposite you on his chair.

“yeah, real proud pops.” you can tell it’s difficult for him to say from the way he looks down at his food as he says it.

“don’t get sappy on me, squirt.” luke’s words come muffled through a cheekful of toast, and soon your mother begins to fire overbearing questions at him about the recovery course he’s taking. as they talk, you zone out — eyes flickering to jj who is spooning up soggy cereal onto a spoon.

things felt very familial during moments like this. the whole family going about their regular morning routines, jj and yourself sat opposite at the table like a regular old brother and sister duo. you knew you were sick in the head from wanting your step brother in the first place, and now you were secretly fucking him — the idea that he was able to sit opposite you without a soul knowing he was balls deep earlier on was turning you on once more.

you glance over at luke and your mother, seeing them wrapped up in their own conversations — and you toe at the entrance of jj’s jeans, running your foot along the inner side of his calf. when he looks up at you through a heavy brow, cheek still full with cereal you can tell he’s warning you to stop — but knowing he couldn’t verbally express this, and that any vision of your feet was obstructed by the long gingham table cloth — you felt obliged to continue. no one even notices when jj winces and you giggle, too stuck in their own conversation.

you manage to stretch your leg to get your foot in his lap, briefly rubbing at his cock before he grips your ankle and throws it off him, angrily licking his lips and tensing his jaw, doing a double take at the parents when they turn their heads, the attention attracted by your whiny and dramatic ‘ow!’

luke scoffs out a laugh, walking towards the kitchen exit, shaking his head and spitting into a tin waste bin by the door. you truly wondered what your mother saw in him. “kids, huh. who’d have ‘em.” he comments before exiting, making jj cringe at the general insinuation that the two of you were in any way related, or kids.

your mother is quick to follow, barely sparing the two of you a glance. “i can drop you off some lunch if you’re going to be all day, i finish early and —” her voice trails off before the two of you hear her yell out a goodbye to you and the door closes. jj barely waits for them to be gone to push heavily out of his chair, letting it scrape on the floor and wander over to your side, gripping your jaw from where he stands beside your seat, forcing you to look up at him.

“do you think this is funny? like — i’m almost certain you got some weird fetish for wanting to be caught but i don’t, alright — quit bein’ so obvious.” he scolds before letting you go, quickly lifting his hat to run a hand through his hair as he wanders to the counter to cool off and pour himself a coffee. he was already dressed, set to meet the pogues a little later whilst you wandered around in tiny pyjama shorts and a thin tank top that made him wanna slap you.

you giggle despite his sternness and push out your chair to follow him, poking him in the back as you speak. “oh c’mon jayj, s’just a little fun. no one noticed anyway. you’re acting like i got under the table n’made out with your dick. not a bad idea for next time actually.” you muse jokingly and he all but slams his coffee mug back down to whip around to face you.

“y’know i can just like, confiscate everything i’ve been doin’ for you. s’not hard to find pussy, and if you wanna keep actin’ like an actual annoying little sister i’m gunna start treating you like one.” he ticks his head, squinting in irritation and your eyes widen in faux offence and fear.

“aw, don’t do that to me jj. i thought you liked playing with me.” you pout, and oddly — despite knowing you were playing games with him, it makes him soften the tiniest bit, shoulders falling a centimetre or so.

“well, look— i do…” he rolls his eyes and you smile. taking your hands, you push your tits together, looking up at him with mocking babydoll eyes.

“yeah, just like playing with your lil sis too much, huh?” you coo and he yanks your hands off yourself, tongue in his cheek — clearly losing his patience a little.

“nah, keep it up. you’re not getting shit from me anymore i’m dead serious.” he raises his voice a little, that southern twang jumping out a little extra and you giggle elatedly at the threat. you spin around, pressing your ass to his crotch and looking over your shoulder.

“nuh-uh, you like this view too much.” you tease before your jaw drops, mocking quiet ‘uh-uh-uh-uh’ moans as you repeatedly thump your ass against him, the blonde watching with a deadpan, unimpressed expression and arms folded over his chest. he goes to say something, but the sudden banging of the front door closing wipes the amused expression off your face quicker than he can and you jump up straight, looking like a deer caught in headlights when your mother walks back through the door.

“forgot my keys.” she shakes her head before her eyes land on the two of you standing near eachother, jj looking smug and you looking guilty. “everything… okay?” she raises an eyebrow at the weird atmosphere.

“yes! yeah everything’s fine.” you squeak, sounding oh so innocent and afraid. jj snorts, turning back around to the counter and continuing to pour his coffee.

“well alright, see you guys later.” she smiles before disappearing once more, leaving you looking bashful.

once she’s gone, jj glances over his shoulder at you and pouts, barely concealing his grin.

“aw, that scare ‘ya, lil sis?”

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[xan-izme]

Platonic! slightYandere Miguel x teen reader

(Was literally watching the movie while making this)

Okay, lets run this one last time.

My name is Y/n L/n, I got bit by a radioactive spider. And for the past two years I have been the one and only friendly neighborhood Spider-woman. You probably know the rest.

Beat a few bad guys, got hit by a few cars- don't ask. Go through my daily routine, take care of my family. Saved my brother. I . . . couldn't save my best friend, Miles Morals.

Beat up more bad guys. Me and Miles kind of, stopped being friends. Yeah, things kind of went downhill for me. One day, I was just doing my usual save the city thing. When some portal sucked me in!

I back home, but it wasn't my home. Fast forward, I was in a universe where Miles is the Spidey, me and other Spiders help him save the multiverse and we get back home.

But a year after I got back home. A villain showed up, one I couldn't defeat. My pops died saving me. My whole family found out about me being spider-woman.

After that I had to leave them. It was for their own safety. Mine as well

And I guess that is how I ended up in the Spider society.

-You were recruited into the Spider society by Jessica Drew. You were still hung up about your father and leaving the rest of your family. So, you stayed silent. Stuck with Jessica most of the time.

-When you and Meguel first met, there was a little tension between the two of you.

-But the more you stuck around. The more you and Meguel got close with each other, you two didn't have a chatty relationship. Just silent. No words were needed with you two.

-Miguel had strong feelings to keep you close. You were so broken. Your canon was to lose your brother, making you feel the need to protect the people. Your father's death was to make you stronger. Of course, it was to take time. Meguel never saw your progress of healing, but he sees you almost every day. And every time, your face is battered up.

-You do certain things to cope with your father's death, things kid's your age should be doing. So, when Meguel found out (#lyla a snitch) he was pissed.

You were sitting in the lounge, laying on the couch as Jessica was giving you a report on how your family was doing. Suddenly, Miguel came marching in the room, your small stash bag in hand.

"Miguel?" You spoke up. When you noticed your stash bag, you quickly got out your couch and followed him.

"Yo, Miguel. That's my bag!" You were speed walking at this point. Miguel opened the door to the bathrooms.

He opened the trash can. He looked at you with a stern expression.

"This-" he held up the bag in the air "-- Is unexpectable. You understand me!?" You stood by the doors, slowly approaching Miguel "Just put the bag down, and let me explain."

"Explain? no querio tus malditas excusa. No more."

Miguel was about to throw the bag in the trash

"No- Shit. Miguel! the fuck is your problem!"

"oop-" Lyla could be heard from behind. Meguel stayed silent. He kicked open a stall and dumped everything in the toilet.

"Oh my- No! no no no!" You ran towards the toilet, only to be held back by Meguel and pushed away.

"Look mi hija. I don't care if that, was your way to cope. I don't want to see this shit anymore. Understand?" Meguel reached out to you. But you slapped his hand away and scowled.

"Don't fucking touch me." You turned around and stormed off.

-It hurt Miguel when you refused to talk or even look at him. You were mad, but he wanted you to know that this wasn't okay. He blamed the fact that you would be with Hobbie all the damn time.

-It took a few months, but you eventually forgave him. Knowing that he was just doing what any other parent would do. You know what happened with Miguel and his daughter. You felt that the two of you had somewhat familiar wounds.

-You would stick with Miguel more often. He would be working as you were crouching down on the ground, playing with toys Jessica gave you.

-Miguel enjoyed watching you act like a baby when you played with the toys silently. He made sure to keep you close. He has been saying words of manipulation to make sure you never do anything bad like before or keep any secretes. He knows you're not going to tell him everything, but he wants to know every detail. To keep you safe.

-What makes you feel more guilty about doing anything or saying anything that could hurt Miguels feelings, is when he does practically anything you ask. Want something homemade? he'll do it. Want to go to your world or a different universe just to go to the mall or theaters? he'll let you, as long as you are assisted by either him or Jessica.

-So now if he does something you don't really agree with, you just complain a little and just wait it out. Because you feel bad if you actively go against him. After everything Miguel has done for you.

-And that is exactly how Miguel wanted things to be. For you to obey and stay out of trouble. Then Miles came to the spider society. Miguel made sure to keep you occupied with a mission back on your earth. So, he can finally deal with Miles.

-You have spoken about Miles Morales multiple times before. Both the Miles from your earth and the one from earth 1610. You clearly care for both of them. And Miguel knows how you get when people you care about are in a situation, you're not fully fond of.

-Miguel also hopped deep down, you would side with him. Hoping all of his hard work to wiggle his way into your trust will pay off.

You sighed as you slipped off your mask. You had a long day. Your earth was safe for the time being from any other anomaly. When you entered the portal. Your Spidey senses were tingling. You were quick to search around you. You were in the lounge. Shrugging, you made your way to where Miguel should be.

"Yo! I'm back." You entered the room holding some drinks for you and Miguel, and a little something for Jessica. But your eyes are met with an awkward scean.

Miles was there. Why weren't you told about this? your usually talked about incoming visitors or guest who are in already.

"Y/n!" Miles jogged to you with a smile. He was happy to see another familiar face. You chuckled as you and Miles gave each other a quick hug before your hand rested on his head.

"Hey. . . . Que haces aqui. " You looked up to scan the room once more. Miguel stared the two of you down, Gwen glanced at you before slowly avoiding eye contact.

As Miles went on and on about his little adventure here. You took his hand into yours and walked with him back towards Gwen.

"A-and I was just wondering. You know Spot. I got some ideas-"

Suddenly, Miguel threw a desk along with the empanada on the groaned towards Miles. You were unphased as it passed you, Gwen and Miles ducking down to not get hit.

"He's worried about Spot- I'll worry about Spot!" Miguel was in a burst of anger. You groan and roll your eyes. "W-what did I do?" Miles asked quickly. He was nervous, and you felt bad. This was why you didn't want Miles to be here.

"Ay, calmate, esto no es su culpa." You covered Miles with your body.

"He blew another hole in the multiverse!" Miguel shouted again.

You sighed as Gwen defended Miles. Miguel scolded Gwen about her knowing better. He moved on to Hobbie who he just got frustrated at by looking at him and ignored him. Peter B showed up.

You let the other three have their small reunion. You shot a web and swung up to where Miguel was having a stressful brake down.

"Miguel, por favor, Miles no sabe nada. Se amble con el." You put your hand on his arm. He put his own over yours and took a deep breath and fully turned towards you. You caught Mayday and held her in your arms. Miguel was visibly annoyed by Peter B as you just chuckled at how excited Peter is and proud of Mayday.

You felt a slight pain in your chest. Your mother used to do that all the time.

Things went to shit instantly. In a blink of an eye. It went from simply seeing all the canons then to Miles being surrounded by multiple spider-men.

". . . Miguel, Miles is right." That was all you had to say to break the older man's stoic expression. He gave you a look of utter confusion.

"Miles just wants to save his dad! He wants to save an innocent life. Isn't that what we do?" Miguel inhaled deeply.

"He could destroy everything! Mi hija, if you knew about your father's fate, knowing what it could do if you saved him." Miguel got into your face as you kept composer.

Your eyes glanced to Miles. Meeting his big eyes that shined with so much hope. No matter what. You know that this Miles with you at the moment was your Miles.

The Miles you failed to save, the son of the mother who you had to comfort at his funeral, the nephew of the man who hated you for killing him.

But you also know, you have the power to prevent any more pain come to him. To keep him save. And if that means going against the man that took you in, cared and even gave you fatherly love, then so be it.

"In a heartbeat."

[pascalsbby]

The Devil & His Brother / II

Joel x Tommy x You

Prologue / Part I / Masterlist

Summary: “Good, been staring out the window for far too long,” he said. “You can look at something prettier now. Close your eyes, bunny.”

He slipped around on the wetness of your lips before he parted them with one, thick finger.

“Stick out your tongue for me.”

AKA: Bath time with the Millers 😈

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: 18 + mndi, DUBCON DRUG USE: enemies to lovers, heavy talk & use of drugs/pills, morally grey Millers, slow-burn, angst/comfort/sex, age gap, power imbalance, possessive tendencies, major daddy issues (that’s why you need BOTH Miller brothers instead of 1). talk of death, shit-talking god & praying for the devil himself.

I feel like I'm sending out something so personal... and familiar in ways that I know aren't. Maybe that's how memories feel after a while.

God is fucking with my oblivion. If he wants forgiveness, he shouldn't have given us memory.

- Vi Khi Nao

“Can’t do it, Joel.” 

“Goddamnit.” His huff was deep and bothered by your apparent inability to do anything he asked of you.

His anger didn't sit with you, but himself. He didn't really know that, though. Doesn't feel too much beneath the thickness of his skull. Hard-headed fucker.

The scent of you hung leaden in the steam-filled bathroom. Iron. Blood. Something saccharine that made him ache as he peeled your clothes from your weak skin. Lately, his temper has been short, and unbeknownst to you he hasn’t always been this way. Even in recent years. You assumed he was always like this, further etching the lines that softened on his face (only after yelling at you), but he would argue that you were acting like a little fuckin’ brat… so his snippy remarks were justified. 

"Did all the work of carryin' you here and now you're gonna off yourself? Cause you won't let me help you bathe in the only hot bath water you've seen since you were what.... sixteen? M' not that big and scary, Bunny."

You both had your own ways of dealing with things, you guessed. Verbal expression of any kind besides small, whispered sentences had been scarce. Except for when he was angry. Except for right now.

You stopped listening because suddenly nothing seemed to matter too much. It didn’t all feel so black and white; life-ending like he was making it seem, being a real grump. 

“Are you listenin’ to m–?” 

His tuneful voice now sounded hollow as it bounced off of your blurring peripheral vision. 

You didn’t answer Joel, instead, you listened to the music in your head and wondered how it got there. How you got into his arms. 

Joel called Tommy’s name after you stumbled into his warmth. You winced at his raised voice, almost breaking you from a blissful trance. “God damnit Tommy, get in here. I can’t hold her up and wash her at the same time.” Ten minutes of Joel trying to get you in the bath like you were a fucking toddler was enough. He wouldn’t be able to hold your body up and wash you simultaneously, either. It was a two-person job to do it correctly, and gently. 

Tommy returned an hour or so earlier, saying whoever had followed them had taken another way around, but they’d seen fresh hoof marks. “It’s weird Joel,” he said. 

“Fuck, I just washed these jea-“ his voice coming from down the hallway. He turned the corner, changed into clean clothes, and was taken aback by your bare chest staring back at him from underneath Joel’s veined arm. His skin burns into yours.

“What the fuck did you give her?” He was immediately angry. 

Give me? Peace. Radiating warmth, you thought. He didn’t know that you didn’t feel a lot anymore, but you knew deep down that you felt something more for Joel.

 “She’s in pain, Tommy. Only thing she’s felt in the past nine years is pain. Help me get her in here and then take off the fucking jeans then, I don’t care. Get some towels and then get in here. Don’t know how much time we have ‘fore it wears off.” Joel growled. Then you close your eyes and let go, swimming through the low buzz in between their thrown bickers.

He’d talked real sweet to you, in hopes of getting you to take a bath. Mostly because being 'somewhere else' would be best when washing your wound, away from the water gripping at your side. Another small reason was that he didn’t want to hear you mumble, “no,” again. You needed a proper bath if you were ever going to get better. Although you didn’t seem too interested in such

That must have been the extent of Tommy’s anger, because he listens exactly to what Joel says. He unlocks his leather-backed metal belt and it hits the floor in the same instance, cling. He doesn’t mention the pills again, just takes his jeans off before he turns the handles of the running bath off and assumes his position outside of it. Joel takes his own shirt off, skin soft-looking and warm. He was sweating, skin slightly glowing from the sweat reflecting the bathroom lights. You could smell him. He kept his boxers on, still maintaining a sliver of his respect. He was willing his cock to follow the same.

He sunk himself into the bathwater with a deep groan, one of relief. Tommy walked you closer and helped you climb into the bath. It burned, felt like it was boiling. You were standing in it now, between Joel’s legs, hands still enclosed in Tommy’s as he helped you keep your balance. Joel was trying not to think about how your core was aligned perfectly before him as you stood. You turned, ass swaying as you prepared to sit on his clothed lap. They both looked away as your body was fluctuating in the prettiest fucking way they’d both ever seen. 

“S’okay baby, sit down.” You bent down to hold the sides of the tub, letting Tommy go. You were spread open right in front of Joel’s face, the back of your pussy practically calling to him as it finally came in contact with his lap. 

Tommy turns around and sighs before walking out of the bathroom to fetch towels like an obedient dog. Joel shuffled you, with what would have been awkward silence between the three of you if two of you weren’t high. If one of you hadn’t just left the room.

Joel has already swallowed his dusty piece of sanctuary. You had too, in the tea he made you thirty minutes ago. He was dangling another pill in front of you, now that Tommy was out of sight. This time allowing you a choice; rather than remain silent as it swam down your throat.

"Let me help you sum’ more, baby. Gonna give you something to help the hurt. Don’t go running, an’ don't tell Tommy. He wouldn't like that I'm makin’ you feel good."

Telling Tommy would consist of more non-compartmentalized guilt and yet another thing for him to look down upon Joel for. Another bullet point to add to Tommy’s list of Reasons Joel is a Fucking Asshole. And you needed help right now. This is how he could help you. So no, he would not be telling Tommy that he fed the girl more pills, too. She was simply exhausted and needed help bathing. She was in pain and needed him; them. Tommy would have done the same, no?

He slipped around on the wetness of your lips before he parted them with one, thick finger. 

“Stick out your tongue for me.”

He notes your lack of hesitation to open your mouth for him. He places the bitter thing there, gently. 

“Swallow.” 

He smirked as you obeyed.

“You’re a’ good little thing, you know. S'good to listen and mind.” He tucked your hair behind your ear so that it wouldn’t keep falling in your face.

His drugs were now yours. His regrets, too. And he secretly hoped that his desires were burning into your body and being met with the same inner incineration. But he wasn’t regretting it right that moment. Not as he watched your body slacken. He knew your entire being was numb when you were reaching up at him, fingers looking for feeling. 

His thumb ran across the plumpness of your bottom lip and his thighs flexed inadvertently. You felt the small jerk of his body, your eyes drawn upwards meeting his. He felt the moment your breathing became deeper, slipping through his skull and resting on the center of his lust. Then he heard the teetering of the old house as it sang. He heard chatter outside, and it all sounded happy, nothing scary around. He returned to your nose, where a little black wish sat, kissing your cheek. He moved his thumb up to brush the eyelash away and whisper his own silent prayer.

You looked around his face before resting your gaze on his lips, and he knew that you were slipping deeper too. The moment ended in a split second torn into a million, and you were looking him in the eyes. Your pupils are already blown, helpless, and in need of strong arms to hold you upright. It fucking hurt. You hadn’t been so willing without the drugs. The pit of his stomach crawled in need as your back rested against it. Your ass was scooted up, and he could feel the break between your legs, could feel the warmer skin of your pussy kissing his thighs.

He loosely assumed that you’d never been in the bath with a man before, either. Probably never been naked in front of one... or two. And he knew that it shouldn’t be something he was proud of, to have you here, safe in his arms and naked in his bath. But he was. 

“Feel something?”

“Mhmm.” 

He felt your response in the tone of your flexing abdomen. His wide fingertips sink into your cushioned fat and the softness of your stretch marks. It stung, the water, like having his presence near it set it off, simmering around his body, trying to kiss anything of him that it could. The water was pretty pink for a few moments, your body releasing the hold it had on your dried blood and the dirt accompanying it. His hands were occupied by the washcloth he was softly rubbing against your body. Then it was dark, and whenever you looked down it was harder and harder to see the end of his legs, stretching out before and underneath you, holding your body (against his) up. “Fuck me.” It was he who had released that sound.

“Good, been staring out tha’ window for far too long,” he said. “You can look at something prettier now. Close your eyes, bunny.”

You did what Joel wanted of you, and quickly you fell into the heavy light buzzing right outside of yourself like your aura was bouncing off of the smoldering color... like a blanket, maybe. One of blurred confessions and soft, radiating heat. Your arms are heavier but in a slow melting comfort, and it feels like butterflies right above your hip bones crawling right towards your cunt in a low pulse. As if the energy moved and hovered itself into your underwear and is prodding its fingertips into your soaking center, touching every bit of swollen flesh as his fingers disappear into you. But he’s sitting still, you think. He is everywhere but inside of you.

Your memories lilt against your skull, retracting from any indication of themselves. Much of who you were is gone, left in dark patches of shadow and musk. Outlines of a monster (human) ((him)) setting his jaw on your shoulder from behind, willing the air to kiss that spot right under your ear. Your own blood, his sweat. The undulating sway of his plush lips and impending jaw from below. You’d only seen him this way, from below. Like he was something holy, forever above you and rarely looking down. You reach up and feel his face, running the sensitive skin of your fingertips against his stubbly chin and neck. 

-

Most of your time was spent contently sitting in your (Joel’s) favorite chair, the one you hadn't really left or released yourself from, just assuming that it had now formed to your body. Maybe you had melted into the dirty crevices, instead. You wanted nothing more than to sink into it and become a part of the worn and well-loved fabric. No one expected anything of this chair. For it to simply exist confirms its usefulness.

A week or so ago, you had been dying, pooling blood turned your skin terian-like, how the tips of your fingers used to turn in the now-cold bath. He was right– it had been years. This death doesn't feel much different. Just slower. You had been doing better before Tommy left to check the perimeters and outward land of Jackson. They didn’t know that no one would be following you. Or looking for you… needing you. Praying for you.

Joel thinks a lot about the comfort-glaze of your eyes whenever you saw Tommy that day like you’d been happy that he was there to see you off, hold your hand as you looked into the sky and deflate into the ground. He thinks about how you’d probably rather have him here, now.

Maybe that’s what you write in your notebook, still sitting in the chair, but this time with your face turned towards your lap, completely lost under the lamp every night around 10:37.

Maybe that's what is feeding into his mood.

You would have already been in that bath if Tommy were to ask you, rather than Joel. He thinks about how Tommy’s eyes lit up when he first looked into yours, hazel. Gaze flashing as if in recognition of an importance. Joel could see a hint of the brother he once knew, before his world ended. Before all of your worlds ended. He knew in that moment that something shifted for the both of you, but for Joel, it felt like drowning.

He looked at you and he saw the torn, soft skin of a small animal. He didn’t know that the damage was on the inside. 

Joel resented the way he was drawn to you, it made him viscerally angry at himself. He was angry at how calling you baby had been so easy, the way he felt his cock thicken at the sound of your grunt in agreement. Or the smell of you, even though you hadn’t bathed in god knows how fucking long. He pretended it was the drugs, but it wasn’t. These were his secrets and the web was already intertwining with itself. He almost feels like if he were to tug on it now, even more shit would fall out, come unstuck and drag him into the ground to a place where he’s surprised he isn't lying already. 

How can you hide such a carnal want? He’s unfamiliar with the feeling. Uncomfortable with it. 

What would they say? Would Tess say? “One more pussy for you to fuck, Joel? This time it's new and fresh, betcha could teach her a thing or two, huh?” Tess had always been the jealous type, Joel clocked it the first week they met. She hid it well, but you can’t hide from someone who recognizes something in you, because they recognize it in themselves, too. Joel and Tess, Tess and Joel. The town knew there was something happening between the two of them, but no one said anything. They knew Joel was her loyal guard dog.  They knew not to disturb Mr. Miller's peace. He was a kind enough man, besides that.

He was hoping for anything other than to hear the question, "You think you can save this one, too?" He knew that he couldn't. He couldn't promise your safety. However, he could sense that you were in need of it. Perhaps not obviously at first glance; you appeared tough on the surface, but there was something in your eyes that begged him, “Release me. Let me rest.” Something calling his name. He was hearing it now, in the cadence of your voice, whispering around his head as he stopped himself from touching you. 

He knew that they, you, would get him in trouble if he didn’t stop it and try to pawn it off to someone else before it (his desire) got too bad. “Hey, look, she’s with him, not me. Now let me sit and stutter into the darkness while you take the only thing that has made you feel an inch of something in the past month.”

They would chain him up if he ever admitted the level of his desires. Embarrassed at the way he was already entirely attached to you. Something about, “I almost killed you, but let me be the savior. Love me enough to let me swallow you whole,” probably wouldn’t sit too well. 

“Joel?” you questioned, slow and small. 

His skin rises instantly, stunned by your sound and the touch of your body. “What did you–?” he softly shhh’s you because suddenly, the way your body hums into his when you speak is too much. Your hand continues to fall slowly against the thicker hair near his jaw, ghosting over unsaid words and lips. His breathing was becoming too heavy for someone who was just there to be a savior. 

“Gettin’ clean feels good,” his heavy thumbs pinching deeper into skin, voice far away and muffled under yearning, drowning, “don’t it, pretty?” 

You let your arms hit the water, too tired and blissed out to hold them up longer. He chuckled and it rang through every inch of your nude being. The water splashed, and the roundness of Joel’s lower belly retracted quickly from your back, startled by the closeness of your body. You hadn’t felt it before, his whole self pressed firmly against you. The thickness of it. Your thighs oozed over his lap, completely covering him. Your feet ended at almost his mid-leg. He stretched further out in the bath ahead of you. 

Joel didn’t need a verbal response from you. Knew you couldn’t give him one anyway. He knew that he should, that’s the right way to go about this. But he had just carried you over his lap for a week, bleeding out on him, screaming. He would help you relieve yourself, too, when needed. Couldn’t pee by yourself the first couple of days. Didn’t bother him much, not after what he’d seen. He’s had much worse cross his hands. He knew the whole ride back that if you were conscious enough to know that you were still alive, you’d be embarrassed to hell that he would help you off the horse, pull your pants down, and hold you. He couldn’t understand why that had shuffled something inside of him. The point is, he’s seen it all anyway. All of you, physically at least. Now he was simply just helping you out some more. Until you could tell him to stop. It's the least he could do if he really did shoot her.

He watched as they pulled the bullet out of your side, Tommy pale-faced in the corner, shrinking. 

Joel knew you were out from the pain meds they had stuck into your veins, but that wasn’t a good enough promise that you would sit still through it, that it would be painless. 

When you hold more weight, you need a little more. 

He slipped you a little something extra before all the men got there that night to see and help. Your body was lying on his kitchen table, sweating and tired, dying. But you– you were asleep with a soft smile on your lips. He held you still, just just in case, hands pushed down into your cushioned stomach. The other was around your wrists, positioned just above your head so that the ‘doctors’ had room to move freely around your side. It was hard not to stare at a body that looked well-fed and healthy, in a world like this. Your breasts were moving softly with every movement of your body from other hands. Your hair under your arms was dark and visible in the way he was holding your hands above your head.

No one dared speak upon your body with Joel around, especially since he was the one that dragged you in here, meaning you were his property, Miller property, now. 

-

TOMMY looked away upon entering, watching Joel retreat from where he was whispering into your ear. He could hear the bass of his brother's voice, slowly echoing in the hallway. He would pretend, for the sake of his sanity, that he didn’t know exactly what was happening before witnessing it. Especially after Joel had mentioned a couple of times that you seemed closer to his age, meaning keep an eye on this one, brother. “She’d probably like ya more anyway, younger n’ more capable. Bigger name in Jackson, too.” This coming from the mouth of a man who even went as far as to say, “Coulda’ made a good wife,” three hours after shooting her.

People all deal with things differently, he guesses.

It wouldn’t be the first time that he secretly craved something that his big brother was dangling in front of him, knowing that somehow he had the advantage. But then Tommy felt guilty thinking that way. Joel had been through so much and lost too many people for Tommy to get in the way of whatever look took over your body as you sat against his chest, halfway immersed in water and looking up into Joel’s face. You looked more peaceful now than you have at any moment since stepping into this house.

“Come and try to get her, Tommy.” 

But of course, he won’t show that he yearns for you, too. It feels wrong. That Joel was the one to kill you but you were staying with him; that he was your primary safekeeper and healer. You were sitting on his lap, nipples hard and body at attention, peacefully asleep with your cheek pushed up against the hair on Joel's chest, resting in the arms of the man who nearly succeeded at killing you. 

If he were to say anything else, it would be, “I know you fucking drugged her, Joel. N’ you didn’t even give her a choice.” But he didn’t want to wake a sleeping bear, not right now. Not when you looked so peaceful and pain-free for the first time since they grabbed the world from underneath your feet. Not when the very thing Tommy could not stop thinking about was lying on the bear’s chest. 

-

YOU can feel yourself between your legs. It’s the kind of absentee pulse that you almost want to stop, but it feels too good. Light fingertips brushing the hair on the back of your neck. Like that of knowing a lightning storm is crawling its way across the night sky. Or hearing the neighbor roll their trash can down their road, unable to tell if it’s thunder or an earthquake in its deep humming, only to be relieved that it is in fact another human existing in close proximity to you. Although not something that you remember too well now, just the feeling. It’s surprising and suspenseful at the same moment. It’s love and then what comes after. 

There’s always an after. 

Then you feel the drip running from right inside of you into the hot water, against the fluttering of your thickening lips. 

Please. Kiss me here. Hard, hurtful, and sinful. Strip me to my bones and then use them as your toys. Then tell me I’m a good girl and run your hands through my hair. Tell me I fought good and hard and then let me lie here for a while. 

Chanting like a prayer. 

You remember the smell of his lap, much different than the smell of his neck, but still devastatingly carnal. You cradled into the warmth of his neck; in the burn of his embrace and you sat there, teetering between consciousness and the bliss of finally being held. You had always been afraid that you would leave the world and not even be able to wrap your own arms around you. But someone was holding you before the ground will be—  forever. This didn’t feel like dying through. 

This felt like something else. Similar, but different. 

You sat on top of Joel’s lap in the bath for at least an hour, resting your head on his shoulder, turning and resting it against his chest, too. They both washed you, silently eating you up. Tommy stood outside of the bath, combing your hair after Joel ran his gruff hands through it, pawing at your scalp and rubbing the dirt (hurt) from your scalp. No one talked, everyone inside their own thoughts.

Joel was stuck thinking about the small bags of things you had lost grasp on whenever you fell (were shot). It looked like time-worn items that meant something, from before the world was this way. One is an old driver's license- your smile, happy, content, young. Your name, now repeating in Joel’s head over and over, and over and over, coating every inch of him. He still hadn’t heard it come from your lips. 

9 years ago, this all started. You, now in your mid-20s. How long had you been all alone? No one had come running to your corpse. 

They had come to the conclusion that you were doing well on your own. You weren’t skin and bones like most of them who are lucky enough to survive and find their way to Jackson. You were thick, and heavy in the most beautiful way. Heavy meant healthy, able to hunt, and useful. It meant maybe being able to carry children. It meant handfuls of skin and whispered praises. It meant more to wash, to take in, and try not to touch. It was too much for both of them. The only difference is that Joel knew he was a weak man. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if he kept feeling this way. 

After they removed you from Joel’s lap, they towel dried you and you slowly became more aware of how different four large hands felt grasping at your body, taking care of you. Helping you.

An hour or so had passed and Tommy was lying in bed next to you, reading something. Joel turned the corner and leaned up against the doorframe. 

“Tommy.” There was tar in his throat, dripping down the back of his tongue and settling in his chest. He was a million pounds and his legs could no longer bear the weight of her. Of you. Of his guilt for slipping your drugs and undressing you in his bathroom. 

He looked into you, bounced off the sides of your mind, and then straight into the bed you were lying upon, sleeping so peacefully next to his brother. Tommy sees the pain in Joel's eyes, hung lower in embarrassment. 

He did this to you. He took the life of someone who had the rest of this fucked up world ahead of her. And it was a slow and painful death, too. You were someone’s daughter. It’s fucked up how the world works like that, huh? It wasn’t enough losing his own daughter- he had to kill someone else too. Does your dad, husband, or mother, feel you slipping from the world? Do they hear hushed whispers in the night of your name leaving something tongue? 

Joel stopped believing in God a long time ago. He was slipping from his grip, facing the fall, and Sarah’s last moments solidified his feet on the ground. Almost under. Still surprised it’s not under. 

“I’ll take her, Joel. In the mornin we’ll pack up some things and go back to my house.” He said softly, nodding and looking down at the ground in an unspoken, “I know.” 

It's Tommy who steps forward, taking charge and offering to care for you. He can sense his brother’s connection to you, why he wants to save you so badly. So much so that he can’t. He doesn’t trust himself for what will happen if someone else dies under his watch, because of him. Someone innocent. “I know she’s sleepin’ but can we have a moment?” Joel asks. 

Tommy doesn’t question him, he marks his page, sets down his book, and carries his body from the bed to the hallway. Joel waited a moment and assured me that you were tucked in well, warm from the bath. He sighed, one of pain. 

“I’m so sorry,” his voice was stern in the way that held back his tears. “You have to believe me,” he whispered your name, the first time it left his tongue and he wanted to say it over and over again. “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have done that to you without askin’.” He caressed your face, watching as your body reacted to his touch, stirring, before the bed creaked with the weight of his body leaving, and then he was gone. You had heard everything, felt him leaving. The room felt entirely too empty.

The Devil was begging you to forgive him, and you wanted to. You wanted to bring your palms together and whisper his name through the cracks, hoping he would hear your silent prayer. “Let me stay here, with you.” 

Tommy entered the room again and sank under the covers. He moved his body closer to you and you decided to bask in it, instead.

-

You wake up, unclear but clean. You don’t remember last night in great detail, or at least a few hours of it, at all. He slept peacefully despite the world’s end, cocooned in a haven his mind crafted. Your mind was far less forgiving— or maybe you still hadn’t learned how to ‘deal with it’. You always felt like everyone dealt with It better. The room lay shrouded in darkness, your thoughts raging, Joel’s words echoed in your mind, etching against the soft inside of your head, deeper with each repetition. His guilty confession and desperate plea for forgiveness replayed. But forgiveness was no longer something you believed in. The world had ended, shattered, and reassembled without remorse. You are sober now. You fall back asleep. 

Your eyes opened again to Tommy caving the bed closer to him, moving your body closer, too. You closed your eyes quickly, away from him, and pretended you hadn’t been awake and listening to the lull of his deep breathing, trying to gain your standing. You felt comforted, waking up next to his freckled shoulders. The hazy light of morning was trailing in from the window and laying out on the carpet, stretching itself in the morning confusion.

There was one thing you were absolutely-fucking-sure about, and it was that Joel Miller had drugged you, and it had secretly awakened something unknown inside of you. It tickled, but it was shoving its way up your stomach and relentless, neverending in its pursuit of something. 

Tommy Miller had saved you. At least he had put you to bed, it seems. And with him, too, rather than the one who seems to be dissolving into his own. Your hair was wet and you smelled like Joel, but you were shrouded in Tommy’s clothes. Slightly more fitting, and better kept together. 

You’d never slept in a bed with a man before. And then all of sudden there were two, interchangeably. Brothers. One that smiled above your eyes and one below. Ones that rocked the bed differently each time their body swam through the damp covers. 

You’d never taken a bath with a man either. Never had anyone's brother ever pulled your sinking body out of bathwater. You remember the inward push of the water and the hands that followed, reaching through it, pushing you forward to Tommy. 

There’s a quick assessment you’ve always done, automatically but unintentionally, “Would this one stop if I asked him to?” Most are ‘no’s. Tommy was a yes in your mind. He would put away his soft, white wings and free you from his divinity if you were to ask.  

~

He was sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual, alone at the table. He had opened the blinds he made sure three times he shut last night. The smoke billowed from the base of the cup into his face and hair, mixing with the silver tuffs. They shone against the darkness at the nape of his neck and the bottom of his chin from the emitting light. 

He looked calm sitting there, as content as a devil could. He felt you before you had even turned the corner upstairs, but he didn’t say anything. He never really did. 

That being said, you can't remember much of anything besides wondering if it was indeed your body that rustled the ground that day. It was, and then you felt a man. A few days could have been weeks, and suddenly you were sitting in a town. A word that didn’t mean too much for a long time, but it did again; sitting at the breakfast table of a man, undulating under his gaze and between the blank spaces of your memory. 

An animal caged inside itself looks for relief in any way it can. Even if the relief is a different kind of pain masked as want. It meant throwing away your expectations and doing what it took to survive. 

You intended on speaking first. Rather, you reached the bottom of the stairs and tucked Tommy’s red flannel across your sparsely clothed body, and suddenly heard, “Shouldn’t be half-naked when Ellie’s here. She’s a kid.”

He didn’t even take the time to move his attention away from his coffee cup. That would be too much effort given to you. You ignored him, wanting to scream, “Was she here last night when you played with me like I was your little fucking doll?” You didn’t give him what he wanted, but still hoping he would give you what you did. 

You had watched the back of your eyelids dance with the small red and green dots for two more hours before getting up, willing remembrance. And oh, did it come.

“Got any more of those?”

“Of what?” He spat, eyebrows lowering in pretend interest in his hot coffee again… into his fuming lap. He knew exactly what the fuck you were talking about. How dare he take advantage of you and then throw it to the side like nothing happened. He was embarrassed. Embarrassed that he got high and took you with him. 

“This is feeling’ a lot different than last night. Those little round things that kept me pliant an’ dead enough for you to press yourself into my naked body? – Joel, do you think I’m not payin’ any fuckin’ attention? The second I tasted the salt on your fingertips, I knew it was you shovin’ pills down my throat. I knew it. And the way you were talking to me, calling me babygirl and sweetheart? Then I didn’t know anything, for a while. Not really. But Tommy,” you were raising your voice now, “Tommy was there too, then I woke up in his bed with his clothes on instead of yours— just tell me what the fuck happened Joel!”  

“Lower your voice, right now.” He was pointing at you, and his body moved closer to yours. “You… you wanted it Bunny,” He growled, “You practically drooled across my palm.” He sighed, gathered the lies from his web, and prepared them. He had already prepared his own cocoon, years ago.

He hadn't been the only one whose high wore off far too early in the night. 

“You didn’t say you didn’t want ‘em and—“ 

Then you spoke above the sentence he was starting to dig deeper into the ground, to his surprise, in a softer tone. One that had a hint of sweetness to it, of want. 

“Sweethear–”

“Do it again. Felt good.”

You liked it. Wasn’t the only thing he wanted to shove down your throat, either. No, no, no. Shaking the thought from his head. 

He removed his eyes from the creases in the wood floor and sewed them into your gaze instead, eyebrows cresting. He wanted to make sure he heard you right. He wanted to hear you repeat it.

“Say that again?”

“Said feels good when you touch me like that. When I’m melting into your flesh and sinking down your bones. That’s what the water felt like. First, it felt like fire, perfect for a Devil, and then it felt like a calm warmth. Then your hands were touchin’ me and, no one has ever touched–

a pause, “like—“

“No one has ever touched you, bunny?”

“No, Joel. And I hate you so much for making me feel this way. For showing me something I can’t continue to have because it’s wrong and, for being so sweet to me and then eating me up like I'm a burden because you couldn't just fucking kill me when you had the chance... and…I can barely even fucking walk. I am in so much pain but you took it away for a while last night. You took everything bad away. Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Hate me, huh? Thas’a strong word for someone who is depending on me, wanting more.” Good. This is how it needed to be. He needed to take care of Ellie, himself now. He promised her that he would.

“Depending on you? Sorry, I forgot we hadn’t got to that part of the conversation yet, past the one where you drugged me. You dropped me into your brother's arms as of last night, didn’t you? I remember it, you musta popped one too many, huh?”

Your attitude and his lack of sleep were making it easier to will the words off the end of his tongue. 

“He seemed better suited for someone…” he looked you up and down, “like yourself.” 

You didn’t have anything to say to that, and he was immediately sorry after speaking about it. 

“For being such a big bad man in this town, you don’t have your fucking shit together,” returning the look he gave you, “do you?”

You were out of breath, releasing too much of yourself into his anger, knees weak and side-splitting in pain. You weren’t going to tell him that you were awake when he begged for your forgiveness. That you heard every word he whispered and repeated it back to yourself as if it was a passage pulled right from the pen-marked Bible your dad used to shove into your hands nightly. 

He thought you had been listening to everyone talking, in the mess hall and whatever drama Ellie had brought home. Maybe even Tommy had told you about the real Joel. The real Joel will tear you apart. 

You sat down on the sunken chestnut couch and the pillows lifted more of his smell into your space, settling and trying to get comfortable. You both remained silent, stung. It made you even more mad that he had the ability to stick straight into your anger like that. So you wished for a way to really hurt him like you were some kind of child.

You weren’t done yet. You were angry. So fucking angry at everything you have endured. And he was standing there, pity and disgust in his eyes–but he was looking, seeing… listening. 

“Tess.” Her name stung like the sound it ended with, for a reason you didn’t know, but inherently felt after last night. The hurt that flashed into his dark pupils spread through the tightness in his jaw.

“Don’t you fuckin-”

“Oh. Shut. Up. Joel. Heard ‘er talking to Tommy last night. Came knocking on the door around 1:30 am, asking for you. Tommy went to your room and you weren’t in there. Went back downstairs and said he couldn't find you, seen you only a couple of hours ago. She was throwing her hands against the door like it was hers to tear down. Guess she didn’t know I wasn’t with you,” you took a deep breath, trying to relieve the pain so you could continue, “Have you seen him? N’ that girl? Tommy, she's a fucking kid. Ain't right for him.” You mimicked her concern. You knew immediately who she was asking for. “Maybe I should go ask Tess if she would give me a few, she seems like she’d like to know what’s going on.” 

His jaw was flexing, his eyes burrowing into you, biting the inside of his lip. You continued, 

“Feels’good being numb for a’while. I’m always fanning off another fire but it always finds the loose thread and kisses it ablaze anyway. This feels like sinking... like I don’t have to fight anymore.”

His deep breath stifled the fire on his chest.

“Know it’s good,” his tone falling deep, low, and warning, “But you don’t need anymore.”

“Don’t I? You were the one who fucking shot me. The least you could do is slip me some pills. I’m in pain, Joel. I’m hurting.” He knew that you weren’t just talking about the wound in your side, that he put it there with his own split metal. He wanted to take that hurt away, get you curled up tight against him and high, painless, protected yet free– from a world you were too young to be living in alone. But how could he protect you from even himself?

He didn't even save her. Nothing has changed now besides the fact he finds it harder and harder to get out of bed every day. That he’s running low on whiskey and that's what keeps the bear inside. The pills keep it sedated. How could he admit that he was not fit to be your protector, and the only other person in town who it could be, was Tommy?

That's why today was the last day you'd be slamming down his stairs. Your footsteps were a reminder that the hurt animal had made its way into his house. A reminder that he was the one who hurt it.“‘M not given’ you anymore. So don’t open your mouth about it again. Got it?"

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[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour X

A/N: I know not much happens in this chapter but it's building, I promise! Warnings: swearing, make out, angst

Chase and Baze’s other friends hung around for a few days after the party, occasionally coming to the concert but mostly finding their own ways to entertain themselves until the after parties. Chase invited you to join them a few times but you knew that if you took him up on the offer, you’d technically be breaking your contract and you didn’t want to be fired when you were having so much fun on tour.

You were kind of bummed when Chase said that he had to head home. Thanks to the concerts and after parties, the two of you never really had a chance to be alone but that didn’t stop you from proving your point to Colson. Any chance you got, you found a way to remind him that you didn’t belong to him. Sometimes it would be as subtle as standing with Chase at the parties or backstage. Other times it would be obvious as sitting on his lap, letting him hold your hand and stroke your hair or kissing him while the two of you danced in the middle of a nightclub. You would feel the daggers that Colson sent your way when Chase would kiss you and you didn’t give a single fuck. 

Be as pissed as you want, I don’t fucking care!

“Where’d your boy toy go?” Colson sneered at you as he walked into the kitchenette area of the bus. You sat at the dining table, scrolling through Instagram.

“Had to go home, some people have real jobs,” you jeered back with an eyeroll. 

When you stand to head back to your bunk you feel a tug at your wrist. You look down to see Colson’s large hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You pull back as if his touch burns and tuck your hands into the pockets of your jeans. You can see how the gesture hurts him and you try to not feel guilty but no matter what happens, you still care about him even if you know you shouldn’t.

“Look, about what I said in the green room,” he starts awkwardly and you’re suddenly very aware of the small space you’re in. “I-I shouldn’t have said it and I’m not even really sure why I did but I just want you to know, I…I didn’t mean it and I’m sorry.”

“Which part? You said a few pretty shitty things,” you grimace as you remember his words.

Don’t let him suck you in. It doesn’t matter what he’s sorry for. He was an ass who made his bed and now he has to lie in it.

“All of it. I just, can we start over?” his eyes look so serious, so pleading that your chest physically tightens.

No, we can’t.

“I accept your apology but I don’t think we should do…that again.”

His face drops and you have to force yourself to walk away. You don’t want to but you made yourself a promise and you have to stick to it. You lie down in your bunk feeling like the biggest asshole in the world but you have to remind yourself that this isn’t your fault. Colson was the one that acted like a dick and you’re not a pushover who just lets people do nasty things to you and you just accept it. You have dignity, you have morals.

As you feel the curtain of your bunk flitter, you know Colson is slinking back to his own room and you tense at the sound of his door slamming. The curtain of your bunk pulls to the side and Rook hangs over the side of his bunk above you, staring at you with those all knowing eyes.

“What the fuck is going on between the two of you?” he asks in a hushed voice. Sophie’s curtain shifts and she is now also staring at you.

“It’s complicated,” you mumble, pulling your curtain closed and rolling over to face the wall and hope you can get some sleep.

The drive from Texas to Oklahoma is only 5 hours but you spend a majority of that time either sleeping or hiding out in your bunk. You hear the low murmur of voices in the front lounge, Rook and Sam playing video games, Sophie on the phone or the sound of some sporting event on the TV. You don’t once hear Colson’s door open or hear his voice with your friends. You feel guilty that he feels the need to hide in his room but you push the guilt down with the rest of it.

When the bus finally comes to a stop outside your hotel room, you wait for the bus to empty before venturing out of your bunk. You pull the curtain aside and peak your head out to make sure it’s actually empty. You jump down and adjust your t-shirt and fix your bed hair. You feel warm breath on the back of your neck and turn around to see Colson staring down at you with cold eyes. You move out of the way so he can pass you but he makes no attempt to do so. You stand there awkwardly for a moment, staring at him. You huff out a breath of frustration and grab your phone from your bed and head to the front of the bus. He’s hot on your heels, practically stepping on top of you to stay right behind you.

“Ok, what the fuck is your problem?” you reel back and scream in his face. 

He doesn’t say anything, instead he continues to stare down at you with that same blank expression. Your emotions are a mixture of flustered and frustrated. You want to escape him but you also want to scream at him but that’s not the most overwhelming feeling. The most overwhelming urge to get the lifeless expression off his face. It’s unnerving and it seems almost unnatural on his usual expression. He’s always smiling, his eyes shining.

With a shaky hand you reach up, his eyes zeroing in on your hand. You lightly graze your fingers over his cheek and his stony features begin to crack. His eyes flutter closed and he almost leans into your touch. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to let you in but he’s slowly losing the battle. He sighs, deep and heavy, before opening his eyes again. His pupils dilate as he looks at you, studying your features.

He dips his head so he’s eye level with you. You’re so in control until you make the stupidest decision you could possibly make. You study his features closely, your eyes searching his face, and at the last minute your eyes dip to his lips. You immediately regret it, darting your eyes everywhere but there but it’s too late. He caught you and now he knows he has the upperhand. 

Colson stands to his full height which is extremely intimidating in the small space. You try to step back but that just pushes you against the wall that separates the front of the bus from the bunks. He steps closer, trapping you with his body. He wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls your face closer to his. Then, his lips collide with yours. You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips. 

STOP HIM! PUSH HIM AWAY! HAVE SOME FUCKING WILLPOWER!

Your mind is screaming at you but your body is singing. Every nerve ending feels as though it’s on fire. Your skin is flushed, your lips bending to Colson’s every will and need. Your panties are absolutely soaked and you’re enjoying every tantalising second of it. Colson’s hard cock is pressed against your stomach and that only spurs you on. His body pressed against is so delicious, so intoxicating, you almost don’t hear the gasp.

You push Colson away to see Ashleigh, Rook and Sophie all staring at the two of you, their jaws on the floor. As soon as his lips and body are away from yours, it’s as if a fog clears from your mind. Suddenly realise how ridiculously fucking stupid it was to let him back in like that, without so much as a fight. You don’t know what to say to your friends. Embarrassment fills you and it’s like you’re drowning in your own shame and then you’re pissed.

You push through everyone to get out of the bus, not having the guts to face them. You can hear Colson calling your name as you run into the lobby of the hotel. You try to ignore him but he’s getting closer and closer. You can’t take the feeling of shame anymore and you just…snap.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” you scream at him and he stops dead in his tracks, his face a mix of confusion and anger. Before he can say anything else, you duck into the restroom off the lobby, collapsing back against the door, fits of sobs filling the small room.

[cheegu3]

can you do a "ignoring my boyfriend for 24 hours prank" on treasure . Also do you accept requests for the boyz ?

since this is an old ask I included the old members !! (so sorry that u had to wait so long for this one)

+ some are a bit longer than others bc I got way into the scenario I had created lol, it's not bc I dislike a member or favor others, I just felt like I had more to write on some !

also yedam n mashiho's pics are ass bc I had to download them on my computer lol

and yes I do accept requests for the boyz c:

warnings; yandere themes, abusive / toxic relationships, swearing, mentions of murder, minor mommy issues, a little fluff, drugging, violence, cheating

Treasure - reaction to you ignoring them

Hyunsuk

He had very little patience for what was in his mind, a childish prank. But even with you acting up, his tolerance was low. Since he had clear rules and was upfront about what he expected of you; going against those things seemed like a clear act of rebellion.

You ignored him more in a playful way than in anger after he had teased you in front of his friends and embarrassed you. Unfortunately, you didn't get to do it right then and there but maybe it was best not to do it in front of his loved ones since you had no idea what his reaction would be like.

So, instead, you pushed him away when he tried to hug you once you got home. He called after you, '' Y/n? ''

After no response he followed you down the hall where he found you sitting on the couch, eyes glued to whatever was on the TV.

'' What's wrong? ''

Your lips were sealed tight, but if you looked close enough you could see them trembling as they were holding back a smile. He came around and stopped in front of you.

He started blocking the TV. You sighed and rolled your eyes, attempting to glare up at him. Immediately he scowled at your attitude and his voice dropped.

'' What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you answering me? ''

Even though your whole body froze in fear, you stood your ground, refusing to give up so easily.

'' I'm gonna give you three seconds to stop this or God help me I will-''

Your eyes widened. His fist clenched hanging to his sides and you knew he probably wanted to say, 'slap you'.

'' One...'' your lips parted, yet nothing came out as you hesitated again. '' Two...''

'' Three- ''

'' No! Please, I'm sorry. I was just joking! '' you blurted out breathlessly.

A tense silence overtook the dramatic theatrics until a scoff disrupted it. You raised your head and looked at him cautiously.

'' I don't care. You're still getting punished for trying to pull something stupid like that on me. ''

Jihoon

It was too risky to do the thing your friends pushed you to do, but you did it anyway, foolishly enough.

They had no idea how your boyfriend really was behind closed doors. Innocently they suggested you ignore him to ' teach him a lesson ' for not letting you go out with them for longer than an hour.

You bit down on your lip so hard in anxiety that it almost started bleeding in the cab home. It was impossible to say no. If you did, they might question how controlling Jihoon really was and if not, then well...you'd face his wrath instead.

The thing was, you had no way to escape it. When you were just about to leave they pressed themselves into the car and insisted you should do it that night and that they would come with you for moral support.

The plan was that they'd confront him and then after, you'd go inside and ignore him.

Your legs were shaking as you slowly ascended the stairs and you knew it wasn't due to the gust of cold wind brushing past. He was definitely still up since he had ordered for you to come home so early; and he was probably positioned near the door so he could greet you and berate you with questions as soon as you'd step in.

You dreaded seeing his face. Just the sight of your drunk friends giggling behind you would probably irritate him to the point he'd consider killing them. But then the fact that you were encouraged to stand up against him would really be the cherry on top.

Even as the door creaked open, you had perfectly predicted how it would all go down. His small smile when opening the door, then replaced with a twitch of annoyance as your friends stumbled into his view.

'' You brought your friends, '' he said, not sounding very amused.

'' Yes...they um- '' you inhaled shakily, '' They weren't really happy with you. ''

His eyebrow rose and his lips stretched into a very faint smirk, barely concealing his anger.

'' Oh really? ''

'' You're too strict with her. She's an adult, she can make her own decisions, '' your friend chimed in.

He looked at her with disdain as she struggled to keep herself upright and leaned on your other friend. You started to feel even more uncomfortable.

'' I think you guys should go, it's getting late. ''

But your friends had more to say and waved you off.

'' You're a shit boyfriend. ''

'' She deserves someone better. ''

Fuck - it was going way too far.

You knew that by this point, he'd definitely punish you afterward, but you didn't want it to be super bad so you attempted to put your foot down again; by stepping into the apartment and fake laughing.

'' I'll text you, bye! ''

They didn't really get a chance to throw in more insults because you firmly closed the door behind you and then turned to him, that nervous smile on your face again.

'' Sorry. Please don't mind them. I didn't tell them anything...about us.''

'' What would you tell them? ''

He was testing you, seeing if you'd say he was toxic and treated you horribly. Sensing that he caught you off guard, he chuckled.

'' Let's go. If you think I'm letting you get off easy after that, you're fucking crazy. ''

Yoshi

The full 24 hours are not likely to pass. At first, he was confused but shrugged it off; he had better things to care about during the day than your attitude which he could deal with later. Then, as more time passed and he realized you weren't giving up the act even as he came home from work, he'd be irritated.

'' Y/n, come here. I'm home. ''

You heard it very clearly since you always knew what time he came home from work, but this time it was different. Your eyes continued scanning over the book page even though you were barely processing it, your body was on edge.

A few seconds passed with only the sound of the ticking clock to fill the dreadful silence. Then footsteps, followed by your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

His eyebrows were knit and he was scowling heavily. '' Why didn't you answer? ''

He picked up the book you were reading and you held back a protesting whine. Silently you watched him turn it over in his hands and then scoff.

'' Was it really that interesting? ''

On the surface he seemed fine but you had learned to read him very well. You saw through it and felt your body go rigid when you realized, very belatedly, that Yoshi was pissed off by your prank.

'' Sorry, '' you pathetically mumbled quietly.

His head snapped up, eyes narrowing like a predator and without any hint of amusement on his face.

'' That's not enough. ''

Junkyu

He's a pretty sweet boyfriend who is often patient, calm, and understanding, so naturally, he'd give you space. In the process of doing that, he'd most likely obsess over why you were treating him that way though, and eventually spiral into self-hate.

He would let the full 24 hours pass, but make a point by sighing loudly and pouting whenever you two were in the same room.

There were rarely times when Junkyu would do something to upset you, and there hadn't been a reason this time either. Honestly, you just wanted to upset him a little because he was cute and because you were bored.

This is another reason why he reacted so strongly. Your boyfriend called out to you when the food he'd prepared was ready. Sitting down to eat, his smile quickly faded when none of his remarks or attempts at small talk were acknowledged.

'' Did I do something? '' he asked in a small voice.

You held back a reaction and didn't say anything or even look up at him. It was as if he didn't exist at all. He must've picked up on that feeling too, because after that he didn't say anything else.

He joined you in eating his food silently and then put the plates away before walking to another room, leaving you alone for about an hour.

When he came back, he had a gloomy look on his face. His eyes didn't search for yours like they usually did. He just went to grab something and then left again.

Your heart ached in regret upon seeing him shift so suddenly due to your own actions.

'' I'm sorry, I'm not actually mad at you. I was just joking. ''

You felt tears start to poke your eyes. The guilt had been eating you up inside the more time that passed. His eyes looked puffy and red. A sniffle told you it hadn't been long since he last cried, and his voice broke, '' Really? Are you sure? ''

The next day you'd better shower him in love, and apologize profusely for the next few days.

Jaehyuk

He blinked at you in confusion but cunningly caught on quickly that you were playing a game. A childish grin would spread on his face as he asked for confirmation.

'' Are you playing a game right now? ''

Your silence didn't irritate him, instead, he nodded and pursed his lips, coming closer to you.

'' I'll do it too then. May the best one win! ''

It was unlike him to want to play childish games. He was usually pretty serious and at times strict, acting almost 10-20 years older than he actually was.

You stared after him with a gaping mouth. Then you laughed and shook your head. You weren't exactly complaining though since you'd been a bit nervous to try pranking him.

The day ended up becoming quite enjoyable. You two laughed a lot and tried to make the other person speak by catching them off guard or tickling them.

It was one of the more normal days you'd had where you felt like an actual couple, and at the end of it, it left you with a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

Even you were surprised that Jaehyuk could make you feel those feelings, but it seemed like he was also a little shocked with himself. The whole thing seemed to have bonded you on both sides and when the 24 hours were up you got entangled in a passionate kiss.

Asahi

Very petty. He'd time the whole thing as soon as he caught on to what you were doing and then give you a little surprise when the full 24 hours were up.

He didn't really have any difficulty during those hours. However, on the inside, he was enraged and muttering to himself about how stupid and annoying you were being; only his revenge was keeping him in check.

You thought it was a bit odd, expecting a bigger reaction from him and unfortunately not stopping before it got too far. You enjoyed the time alone you got from this, cooking whatever you wanted to eat and watching whatever show you wanted to see for once.

When it was time for bed, he still hadn't said a word to you since he tried to hold your hand while walking and you had brushed him off. He asked you what was wrong and if he hadn't seen the smile you tried to hide, he might've blamed himself.

'' Hey, wake up. ''

You squinted at the bright light shining on your face and rolled over on your stomach. '' Just five more minutes. ''

Yoshi sighed but wore a smile when he sat down on the bed. The warm gesture of him stroking your hair like he always did so comfortingly, quickly turned cold as he began speaking again.

'' Did you have fun? Ignoring me for a whole day. I bet you did, but after a few days, you'll learn to never do something like that again. ''

'' What? What do you mean? ''

'' For the next four days, you won't exist to me. Did you forget I give back four times as hard? ''

Doyoung

Another sweeter boyfriend who would be lost like a puppy due to your behavior. The two of you were out shopping when the idea came to you.

You made it very obvious that it was pretty playful and didn't flat-out ignore his existence, because you knew that would've broken his heart.

When he turned to ask you what you thought of a plushie, you crossed your arms dramatically and pouted.

'' Baby? What's wrong? '' his smile dropped.

The shopping spree would be cut short, with no items having been bought. Outside, he glanced disinterested at the other shops and then dragged you to the car.

Silence filled the space. Your poor boyfriend looked like he was panicking. His eyes flickered around while he tried to find the right words that would make you talk again.

'' Did I do something? ''

'' Should I have bought it without asking? ''

'' Did you not like the shop? ''

But no matter how hard or long he tried, he discovered he'd have no luck. He licked his lips and leaned back against the car seat with closed eyes.

'' Whatever it is. I'm sorry. ''

You had the opportunity to look at him and laugh at his cuteness now that he wasn't paying you any attention. However, your heart would soon feel a twinge of pain at the sight of a tear sliding down his cheek.

Doyoung wiped it away and turned his head which made it hurt even more. You weren't enjoying the prank now. He didn't want you to see him upset so he tried to hide it from you.

When he sniffled he cleared his throat loudly and turned fully, propping the door open quickly so he could get out.

'' I just need some fresh air. I'll be back soon. ''

He walked a few meters away from the car and when his head started drooping and his shoulders shook, you bit your lip guilty. When he'd come back you would apologize and kiss him.

Haruto

Will lose his temper and probably react violently. If that still didn't work, he'd do anything in his power to get you to give in; lock you into a room, not give you food and water, make your boss fire you or kick you out of school, flirt with girls in front of you, get you drunk, etc.

In short, he did not give a fuck how or what consequences it might have - he is making you give him the respect he is worthy of getting no matter what.

After you ignored him when he told you to pass him something for the second time, he started up on his feet and shot daggers your way.

'' Get up. ''

Seeing that you didn't move, he counted down from three under his breath and then heaved you up with a strong grip around your arm.

'' What the fuck do you think you're doing? ''

You feigned an innocent look, but with sealed lips. His eyes narrowed and he scoffed.

'' Playing a game? ''

The corners of your mouth tugging upwards ever so slightly was caught by Haruto and answered his question. A smug look came over his face.

'' Alright. Let's play. ''

He then left the house, leaving you to wonder what he was doing. The more time that passed, the more anxious you got. His games were never any lighthearted and fun ones.

An image of your family and friends popped into your head, making your breath hitch as you reached for your phone. You sent them each a text and waited while pacing around the house.

After about twenty minutes, your phone pinged.

Mom: hey, honey

Mom: is everything okay?

You read the messages over and over, the crease in your forehead deepening every time you did so. Something was wrong. Your mom never called you any nicknames or showed much affection overall. It was a wound you had and something that someone knew about.

Cursing under your breath, you ran out of the house and all the way over to your parents' where you found your mom tied up on a chair. Haruto was leaning against the table with a big grin on his face as he typed away on her phone.

Jeongwoo

Irritated immediately and snapped back at you which made you jump back in surprise. He had always had a bad temper ever since you started dating him, which at this point had only been two months. But his anger had never been directed at you before, because you tiptoed around him carefully as to not upset him.

With a lighthearted joke like this though, you hadn't expected him to react the way he did. He looked at you as if you had just cheated on him after you turned away when he kissed you; and that's exactly where his rage-filled mind went.

'' Are you cheating on me? ''

Despite still sticking to your plan, your eyes widened visibly at his strange accusation. He approached you.

'' Why aren't you answering me? It's a simple question- yes or no? ''

Should you really push it further?

The look in his eyes told you that he wasn't really someone you should mess with when he's angry, and really you knew that from before due to seeing him fight all kinds of guys. It was breaking your heart that he had that same look of burning hatred directed at you now though, as if you were just like them.

'' I'll explain, '' you sighed and rubbed your temple.

The whole thing had made you tired and a slight throbbing in your head warned of an oncoming headache, it was best to end it here.

'' I wasn't actually angry or upset at you. It was this stupid joke thing I saw online that girlfriends did to their boyfriends. ''

His face turned blank. '' Fine. Good, '' he awkwardly pressed out and cleared his throat.

For the rest of the day, you'd have to walk on your toes, because although he didn't punish you for the prank; he'd be extremely moody and probe you, waiting for you to mess up so he actually could.

Junghwan

He rolled his eyes at first and then walked away, eventually leaving the house. Several hours would pass without a word from him, leaving you a bit speechless because it was definitely not what you had planned.

Right as the sun started setting, he finally came home. He threw several glances your way to try and figure out if you were still going to ignore him.

He could tell it wasn't anything serious since you kept eye contact and looked at him deliberately when he spoke, you just didn't respond.

But it was annoying nonetheless and felt disrespectful. Testing how far you were willing to go, he said, '' Let's break up. ''

Without thinking you blurted out, '' What? ''

Junghwan smirked, happy and self-pleased that he had outsmarted you so easily. Now there was no point in continuing the prank anymore so you just sighed and gave up.

'' Are you serious? ''

'' Ah...now you're talking? ''

'' Answer me. Why would we break up? ''

'' You seem angry at me and won't respond. Why would I want to date someone who can't even communicate properly? ''

It was starting to sound serious, you were unsure if he was just fucking with you due to you ignoring him or if he actually had come up with that during his walk outside.

''I was just kidding. It was supposed to be a prank. ''

'' Aren't pranks supposed to be funny? ''

You felt your cheeks burn red in embarrassment.

'' Yeah, it wasn't very fun. You were gone the whole time. ''

'' Not quite, just a few hours. Happy to know you missed me that much though. ''

You laughed and this time it was your turn to roll your eyes.

Yedam

He felt a wave of emotions, but the biggest one was concern. After asking you why you were ignoring him for the fifth time, his delusional side came out instead.

You weren't ignoring him because you were mad at him - no, you were sick! He must hurry to the hospital to get you treated for whatever disease you had.

After snickering to yourself about the look on his face after you ignored him so blatantly, you went off on your own to take a nap. When you woke up again, you almost gasped in shock when you discovered you were moving.

Yedam was carrying you, running with you in his arms. He only gave you a pitiful look when he glanced down and saw that you were awake, nothing seemed to shake whatever he was stressed about away.

'' Don't worry. Go back to sleep, you will be okay, '' he whispered, shushing you like you were a child.

You winched at the bright hospital lights above and buried yourself into his chest. He managed to grab hold of a nurse near the entrance and loudly shouted at her.

'' My girlfriend needs help. She's sick- something's wrong with her! ''

The poor nurse jumped back in surprise and clutched her chest. A few seconds of awkward eye contact passed before she gave in and ushered you to a room.

You felt confused, the grogginess from sleep seemed to wear off a lot slower than you'd anticipated, it was almost like someone had drugged you...

Mashiho

He'd look at you without an ounce of amusement in his face. It only appeared after he stood still and thought for a moment, then said something else.

'' If you don't want to talk to me then I will find someone who does. ''

Your face twisted uncontrollably in confusion. He hadn't exactly said anything wrong but the way he said it, almost pointedly at every word, made you shiver and feel uncomfortable for what was to come.

Your confusion would be answered after about two hours of radio silence from him. At the door, you waited to greet him like always, only to end up looking dumbfounded as a beautiful woman stepped in front of him.

'' Who are you? ''

She paid you no mind and her glancing back at Mashiho who gave her a small smile, told you that he had instructed her to do that.

Your boyfriend came in afterwards, very nonchalant looking for what drama he had just created for something so petty. You directed your rage at him since she didn't want to answer you.

'' Who is she? ''

'' Now you want to talk to me? '' he snickered, '' Too bad it's too late. ''

'' Answer me! '' you screamed at the top of your lungs.

The woman flinched and let out a small gasp but Mashiho stood unmoved, only raising an eyebrow, like he had expected this, which only made it sting even more.

'' Are you cheating on me? ''

'' I didn't know talking to someone was cheating. ''

Your lips thinned and your chin began to tremble.

'' Why did you bring her home then? ''

He stepped closer to you, the smile gone in an instant and the close proximity forced you to push your back against the wall.

'' To teach you a lesson. ''

[kookieswan]

Handlebars - Rupture

Biker!Jungkook x Receptionist!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Biker AU, Gang AU, relatively Angsty this time around, some Fluff!

Warnings: Talk of Jungkook’s job in the gang (tracking/torturing/killing people). Bodily harm - Jungkook has a few scrapes and bruises. Reminder Jungkook and MC are morally gray characters.

Notes: Ahhh this was a fun one to write. I do love an angst train after all. Please note that this is a direct continuation of ‘Handlebars - Bitter’ , which can be found here! Also, there are references to events in Damage. It’s not necessary to read but it could give some context clues!

Find the Handlebars Masterlist here! 🔥

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‘Meet me at my place around 8 tonight, I have some shit to say and I know you do too. See you later.’

You re-read the message once, twice, three times and it still unsettles you. This, whatever’s coming, it’s either going to start something new or put everything to an end… And that scares the living shit out of you.

After Jungkook and Bossman had practically flew out of the shop, you had finished your shit without issue and wandered home… Only to cry into your pillow for a solid hour. The crying had stopped when Jungkook texted, only to be replaced with boiling anger.

Anger that turned into confusion as you slowly got ready to head out because honestly, what are the two of you even doing? Fucking and then cuddling for hours, insisting that it’s nothing more than a fling of some sort. Not anymore, you want more and you’re going to get it from that stupidly stubborn airhead.

Thoughts of him being so lovely, holding you close and mumbling sweet nothings into your ear had played back in your head when you left the house. When you get into your car. On the ride to his apartment. Now, as you stand rigidly outside of his front door.

Letting out a breath you’ve been holding for much too long, you raise a hand a knock gently on the only think keeping you from Jungkook. It doesn’t take long, a beat or two, and the door cracks open. He stands on the other side, tall and strong and familiar, and it makes you want to curl into yourself.

“Hey…” The first think you notice is that Jungkook looks unbelievably tired. Dark circles under his eyes, a few new poorly cleaned scrapes littering his pretty face, chapped lips bitten raw. It makes you frown, but you nod quietly in acknowledgement and step into his flat and kick your heels off without question. Whatever Hoseok had planned for them earlier must have been daunting, but you won’t ask. Not right now.

Jungkook walks past you, arm brushing yours just barely, but it’s enough to make you shiver. He doesn’t notice though, waddling toward the living room with a somewhat concerning limp. If your mind is muddled, it’s likely his looks like a tornado right now form the day he’s had.

“We can, uh… sit in the living room if you want.” His awkwardness almost makes you crack a smile. Almost. It’s not everyday you see Jungkook Jeon acting anything less than loud and brash, but you can always mark it on your calendar later.

Glancing around, you notice that nothing really looks different from when you were here last. The house mostly clean, a few papers scattered on the counter, a new action figure sitting on his desk… But beside that, everything remains the same.

You wander close as he sits down on the couch, and deciding that you need to see his face, that he needs to see yours, you sit on the chair that corners it. Jungkook noticeably frowns, eyes weary as he observes you, likely in the same way you’re doing to him. It’s strange, how badly you want to reach out and touch him, to reassure him, but you refrain. He needs to know that you’re serious.

“Okay, well… We need to talk about this, about us. Before we even get into anythin, I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier. I was just… Havin a hard time. I’m sorry.” You’ve long since forgiven him for that, you shouldn’t have been antagonizing him in the first place, even if it can be a bit of fun. Your motives weren’t just to tease like they usually are, they were to kill. Bringing your legs up, you crisscross them in the chair and sigh.

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been messing around with you anyway. But I need you to know that I’m serious about this- About us being together. If you’re not then we need to stop seeing each other because I can’t keep this up anymore.” His eyes had been unfocused before, but they cut to you so quickly it almost makes you flinch. Jungkook looks panicked by he notion, mouth hanging open slightly before he shakes his head quickly.

“No, no… It’s not that I’m not serious about you or that I don’t want you. I do, I want you so fuckin’ bad but…” The ‘but’ hangs heavily in the air as you stare each other down, but you’ve also gotten the confirmation you were looking for. He does want you, bad enough to fight himself for it. However, something tells you as he cracks his knuckles, rubs the back of his neck, plays with a piece of his hair that you’re not going to like where he’s taking this.

“I need you to understand my perspective, alright? If anyone catches wind that I so much as care about you a tiny bit, we’re fucked.” You want to be sympathetic, really you do, but this is the same spiel he’s given you a hundred times over. Maybe it’s different words, slightly more frantic and with deeper meaning, but you’ve heard it before and you’re done.

“I don’t fucking care.” It slips out before you can really think about it, with more venom than you want, but it’s true. Jungkook’s eyebrows raise as he scoots closer to you, clearly not entertained by your outburst.

“What do you mean you don’t fuckin care?! You could be put in real fuckin danger sweetheart, especially now with other assholes tryin to move in on our turf. I’m tryin to keep you safe.” He’s practically off the couch now, leaning into your space and gesturing wildly to try and prove a point. It’s a point you don’t want to listen to though, so like the brat you are, you ignore it.

“No Jeon, I’m serious. I don’t care, and I want to be with you and that’s fucking that you absolute fuck-head. Where would I be safer if not by your side, huh?” And that’s the point you’ve been trying to make all this time. Does he really think you won’t be safe with him? You know the shit he’s done, you’ve heard whispers, snippets from Bossman. You know what you’re getting into. Jungkook shakes his head wildly again, voice starting to raise and become slightly more desperate sounding.

”By my side, by yourself, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter! You’ll be a god damn walkin’ target for people to snipe at!” He isn’t wrong, and you know that. But it’s kind of like that already anyway, working for Hoseok is a bit of a risk itself, and you’ve found yourself in bad situations more than once. Shifting in your seat, you go to respond before his voice rings out quietly.

“… I don’t want anyone to hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I let you get hurt.” It comes out so sincere and full of worry that it makes you pause. Emotions overwhelm you, but you push back the choked up feeling that’s starting to rise and grab for his ink covered hand instead.

“Baby, no one’s gonna hurt me, okay? Not when my potential boyfriend would willingly chop their fingers off, or my boss would threaten to eat them alive. Alright?” He looks at you sharply at the mention of fingers as you idly play with his, clearly he’s surprised that you found out. You have your ways though, especially since Hoseok is getting just as fed up with Jungkook as you are… He’s a bit of a blabbermouth, that one.

It made you stop and think when you heard about it, Bossman casually mentioning Jeon removing another man’s fingers for touching you. Maybe you should have ran, maybe you should have never looked back. Instead, it made you smile; feel protected and safe, and what more could you ask for?

It’s calm for a while, both of you sitting silently and trying to calm down as you hold Jungkook’s large hand in your smaller one. You notice that a few of his tattoos look different now that you can see them properly, some covered, some touched up. Running a finger over them, he watches you with wide sparkly eyes before his words come out almost guarded, maybe even a little scared.

“You actually want to date me? A guy that eagerly tracks people down and tortures them? My lifestyle isn’t pretty, and it never will be _____.” Grabbing his hand again and gripping it tightly, you tug at it a bit to get his attention. He almost looks lost, unsure, like he’s losing the battle he’s so desperately trying to win for whatever reason.

“What, do you think I’m gonna be scared of you now or something? I wouldn’t have even fucked you in the first place if I cared about that shit Jungkook. Think about it, I work for Hoseok, and that man is more than a little unhinged.” It’s a known fact that you’ve done questionable things for Bossman in the past, and you’d do them again without issue. He continued to stare as you sigh, bringing his hand up to quickly kiss his bruised knuckles.

“I’m not asking for a pretty life or for you to change at all Jungkook, I’m just asking for you to please let me in. Please.” It dawns in you how much you miss his smile as his frown tightens, his eyes guarded as he lamely tries to tug his hand away. Instead, you hold on tighter, scooting even closer to him as his next words come out.

“I’ve killed people, and I’ll do it again. Today, after we fought, I beat someone bloody for my job, they’re still tied up in the back of Thirteen right now.” Not being able to help it, you roll your eyes and scoff. Jungkook, in turn, actually looks slightly shocked by your action, his tugging stopping as he lets his hand be held without restraint again. Good.

“No really? I had no fucking clue. Listen here dumbass. I. Don’t. Care. You could disembowel someone right in front of me and I’d still care about you all the same. Look, I want to date, be and item, boyfriend and girlfriend, whatever the fuck you want to call it.” There it is. What you want, what you know he wants. He won’t say it, but there’s no way that your relationship hasn’t moved past fucking into more familiar territory.

He gives you a dirty look at first but with a final sigh, he runs his free hand through his long hair, gripping for something to say. You allow him to think, to try and collect himself, because you came here with a plan of streak and he don’t fighting back against it very well. Bad for him, good for you.

“You really want me? Even with all the downfalls that come with being together? Knowing I could get taken out any time, that you could be targeted?” It’s said slow, calculated, the final barrier of his defense falling away in front of your eyes. With one final push, you manage to make it all crinkle to the ground. Somethings caused him to be defensive like this, that dawns on you now… But again, that’s something for another time.

“Yes Jungkook, I seriously, more than anything want to be with you as more than a fuck buddy. Have wanted to for a while unfortuna-“ He pulls you forward without warning into his arms, your thighs in either side of his legs as a hand comes up to cradle your face before he’s kissing you.

It’s a hard kiss at first, your teeth nearly clanking as he molds his mouth to yours. It softens rather quickly though as he pulls you closer to him, the sound of surprise that leaves you turning into a content sigh. You settle on his lap to get more comfy, his eyes on fire as you pull back from the unexpected but welcome kiss.

Jungkook continues to hold your face, a thumb running over your jaw so softly you can barely feel it. His eyes dove over your face, up and down, as if checking for something before the edges of his lips finally curve upward. Only slightly, but enough to make you grin back at him.

“Then let’s do it. You and me, a thing. Let’s do it, but understand that once you’re mine, you’re mine baby. Anyone looks at you wrong and they’re fuckin gone without a trace.” Instead of being horrified, his words make you giggle giddily. He’d do anything for you, and as you press quick kisses against his adorable cheeks, you realize you’d do the exact same.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Jeon. Now come on, let’s clean up those cuts properly and then we can go cuddle for the rest of the night, and tomorrow we can go on a proper date, hm?”

[hopeamarsu]

I loved your Dark!Frankie and so I was thinking: Fishben + Dark!Frankie with "Stop. Don't do this, Frankie. You're better than that"

Congrats again on the milestone 💕

My darling Bee, thank you so much 💕

Your kindness has truly swept me away as has your talent with words. I'm eternally grateful our paths crossed here!

For this, I started out with a plan but found myself heading into a completely other direction. I think it's still Dark!Frankie but it's also a little Dark!Benny too.

I hope you do enjoy this one.

My vow to you

Frankie Morales x Benny Miller

Word count 1,6k

Rating Explicit

Warnings: Dark!Frankie, contract killer Frankie, Dark!Ben, blood, murder, guns, established relationship

Summary: Frankie has disappeared from home again, off on a job, and Ben is worried. Using the prompt "Stop. Don't do this, Frankie. You're better than that"

It’s almost midnight, but Benny doesn’t feel tired. No, he’s awake like a live wire sparking near a pool of water. Caged but ready to rip open flesh to unleash a beast hidden under his skin. 

He’s most likely already ruined the beautiful carpet he and Frankie got as a housewarming gift from Will when they moved in together with his nervous pacing. He forces his legs to stop moving and glances down to his bare feet, grimacing at the squished fabric under his toes. Blue eyes flash with resignation and he shakes his head in disappointment. 

Yeah, definitely ruined. 

In his defense, Benny does have a good reason for his pacing and feeling wide awake. And that reason is Frankie. 

He’s seen the signs in his lover for a good while now, but he just hadn’t wanted to open his eyes fully to see the impact before tonight. He’s seen the tightness of Frankie’s smile, the way he seemed cloaked in something heavy, shoulders hunched and how the hope for the future has been slowly dying in his dark brown eyes. 

The darkness has gotten a hold over his pilot and Benny doesn’t like it one bit. 

He’s felt it in their lovemaking; how Frankie has diligently made sure that Benny has all the pleasure that makes him forget the ugliness of the world they live in but rarely given himself that release. He’s felt it in their morning kisses, how kisses once full of longing are now full of sorrow, like that kiss might be the last they share ever. 

Just thinking about it makes Benny shiver in fear and he flexes his fist. Not for the first time he wished the downstairs renovation would be finished and his home gym be ready. He could use a good session with the punching bag right about now. He’s so keyed up and worried he can barely stand still. 

All because of a fucking job Frankie has taken on. A fucking job that has sunk it’s claws into his man and drawn shackles around his wrists. 

The telltale sound of Frankie’s truck pulling up on the driveway makes Benny turn on his heels and rush out the front door. His long legs carry him from the porch to the truck easily and he wrestles the door open with force, ready to read him the riot act and pull Frankie out of whatever ledge he’s perched up upon. But when his eyes settle with the darkness and shadows, they grow wide with worry. 

“Frankie… Shit.” Benny breathes out, an involuntary flinch running through the man still sitting in the front seat. All the words he wanted to speak out loud vanish from his mind when he takes in the condition of his lover sitting in the driver's seat. His tongue feels heavy, all the saliva dying in his mouth. 

He knows Frankie swims with pretty big sharks and the darkness claims him a little more every night when he gets a text message into his burner phone. But to know what Frankie does as part of his twisted penance and to see it are two different things. 

His pilot has been pretty good at hiding the physical aftermath of the job and it’s not like Benny is a stranger to blood and gore, but this… This feels next level.

Yes, all of them, Will and Santi included, are drenched in blood that will never wash away thanks to their chosen path and the orders from others. Yes, that blood and the shame of carrying it around on stained hands will never go away. But to see the red splattered all over his lover’s clothes and face is something Benny doesn’t ever want to see again. 

It’s rust-colored and ominous, staining the cheeks and face of the man he loves. There are flecks of blood scattered all over his neck and patchy beard, disappearing under the collar of the well-worn burgundy T-shirt, like a tainted pathway. A macabre constellation Benny can’t look away from. 

“It’s not mine,” Frankie mumbles, apology lacing his voice. The younger man shakes his head in disbelief. “Then who?” The words slip out before Benny can stop them. ”Whose blood is this? Who did you kill tonight?” 

Frankie falls silent again, hands moving methodically as he unbuckles the seatbelt and steps out of the vehicle, his movements causing Benny to stumble backwards a bit. Even though the older man is shorter than the MMA fighter, his stance is that of an Alpha and he commands whatever space he enters with ease. Even this space they now share, standing toe to toe. 

They stand there, locked in a battle of wills, the early autumn air surrounding them in a blanket that provides no comfort. In the distance, a dog barks once, twice before abruptly falling silent. A tree rustles in the background but neither man pays it any attention. 

"Stop. Don't do this, Frankie. You're better than that,” Benny whispers, blue steel meeting unrelenting dark copper. He knows he sounds slightly pathetic but he’s determined to make the pilot understand the depth of his worry. “Please don’t do this anymore. I need you here with me, not out there. To emphasize his point, a long arm sweeps across the crisp air, capturing the vastness of ‘out there’. 

Suddenly Frankie’s eyes narrow into tight slits, a predator sensing its prey. Before Ben can voice a protest, a strong arm wraps around his middle and he’s pulled tight into the pilot's chest. It’s warm, solid and safe. A large paw of a hand pushes his skull into familiar pectorals, shielding his vulnerable spots. In the next flash, Frankie’s other arm extends out, metal flashing near Benny’s cheek and the rhythmic pop, pop, pop rings in his ears.  

The sound is so familiar as is the scent of gunpowder and -oil filling his nostrils and they flare with the knowledge. He doesn’t have to look behind him to know Frankie has killed the would-be assailant as a large thump echoes in the cold air. 

His pilot never misses. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, the knowledge of how deadly the man he’s in love with is. 

Benny keeps his eyes locked with Frankie as he straightens himself, his tongue peeking out to wet his chapped lips. Frankie has always carried some sort of darkness with him, but the one dancing a deathly tango in his eyes is something else. It’s potent, hungry and powerful. It’s a mystery mixed with knowledge. It’s protection mixed with possession. It’s dark like the night but bright like a lightning and Benny feels the heat coiling inside him even in the coldness. 

“Nobody will ever hurt you, mi vida. No one will ever touch you and if they try, I will burn down this world and watch you become a king rising from the ashes,” Frankie growls out in agritty tone, the words coming out fast, rough and demanding. The kiss that follows duplicates the heat of the words and Benny can’t help but to respond in kind. 

It’s messy, full of teeth, both men gripping each other tighter as their tongues battle, trying to claim one another. The way Frankie kisses feels like he wants to crawl inside Benny and never let go. It’s a heady feeling and Benny moans, gripping the curls tight, the mixture of pain and pleasure only spurring the pilot further. 

It takes a moment of this back and forth, give and take, but eventually Benny is the one that submits, gasping for air as Frankie’s teeth find his neck, licking and sucking every inch of available skin. 

The trees rustle again and a sense of foreboding fills Benny, replacing the arousal, and he forces his eyes open. Frankie seems unaware, trailing a blazing fire down his throat but stops immediately when Benny pulls back fast. 

Pop, pop, pop! 

The triple sound once more echoes in the air and something heavy drops to the concrete, next to the other body already there. Benny drops his hand, the weight of Frankie’s gun pulling it under. The shorter man rises to his full height, sorrow in his eyes when he looks at his partner. 

“Benny…” Roles reversed, Frankie whispers brokenly but Benny just surges forward to press their lips together into a hard kiss, pouring everything he feels into it. The gun drops, the metal hitting the ground unheard by both men as they once more find themselves lost in a world of their own. Fear for each other’s lives mixes with arousal and hands grip available fabric and skin to bring the other even closer. 

“If you burn the world down, I will freeze every poor soul that even thinks of getting close enough to hurt you. I swear that to you now, Francisco Morales.” The naked hunger in his voice is matched by the dark infinity pools that gaze back at Benny.

“I swear that to you now, Benjamin Miller. As my heart is true, so are my words. Now and forever,” Frankie vows back, the blood drying in his skin proof of that. Benny nods, the gravity of what they just did settling into their minds as  he grasps at the collar of his T-shirt to pull him in for another kiss.

The gun barrel smokes on the ground, momentarily discarded but not forgotten. There will be a time when that gun will be used to kill again, but for now the two men lose themselves in the shared love, secure in the knowledge no threat will come their way.

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[lakemichigans]

howdy hey, i was wondering what your thoughts on the new hunger games movie were? you made a post saying you were gonna see it, so idk if im too early and you havent yet, but was curious your thoughts on it :)

i really really liked it!!! i just got back from seeing it with my friends and we all agreed it was better than both mockingjay movies in our opinions! i hadn't read the book yet (i know i know i'm kicking myself too) so i was really worried they were going to try to portray snow as the type of person who had good intentions but was corrupted by the system, which would have been aggravating to watch considering the sheer number of children snow will murder throughout his life. i wouldn't have been able to enjoy myself if i knew they were trying to make me feel sorry for snow. instead, they make it clear that he always had his own interests in mind, and although he's fully capable of love, loyalty, and morality (and occasionally does act with those characteristics in mind), he chose to follow a darker path. i absolutely love that writing decision!

when my friend and i realized that snow and lucy gray were flirting we turned to each other and said "are they seriously doing this??" but i was soooo impressed with how they handled the romance and especially with where their relationship was when the movie ended. i mean, i really should have had faith because suzanne collins has never let me down in the "nuanced and uniquely fucked up romance" category before 😌 i honestly think part three (after the arena) was my favorite even though the vibe shifts so harshly it almost feels like it becomes a psychological thriller. i'm just so so relieved they were able to show the inherent humanity in snow WITHOUT being like "see? both sides are bad! all people can be monsters given the right circumstances! the genocidal maniac feels bad about his actions, but what could he have done to stop it? :(" you know what i mean? the narrative allows you to feel snow's emotions without ever using them as an excuse. most of the time his feelings are not even a reasoning for his actions – even when he feels bad about something he's done, he makes no attempt to change. in fact he seems to accept that he's gone too far, so it'll be easier to bury his emotions down deep so he can do even worse shit without feeling bad about it. god it was just so INTERESTING

from a technical standpoint it was less impressive tbh, the cinematography was nothing special (not ugly, just okay). lucy gray's actress was good but she really shined in the subtle facial expressions (such as her growing distrust for snow) and when she was performing on stage, but not so much in emotional outbursts. snow's actor was the opposite, he reallyyy shined during high emotion.

i'm not entirely sure how i feel about viola davis' or peter dinklage's characters. we've seen how superficial, ableist, and classist the capitol is, so i find it odd that two of the most powerful people are visibly disabled. it just doesn't track with who the capitol is. but then again, it also seems that in the early days of the capitol, everything is MUCH less flashy and ostentatious; people are still stuck up and classist, but it's a far cry from the absolute spectacle that the capitol and the games would become 60 years later. compare tigris in this movie to who she becomes later and the shifting culture becomes super obvious:

so if they were trying to show that the people in the capitol used to treat disabled people as equals but no longer do, as a sign of their decreasing sense of humanity and community, then i think it was effective. but i'm not sure if that was the intention, i'll have to look into it more

ANYWAY IT WAS REALLY GOOD!!! i wrote all of this as soon as i got home so i haven't had time to sit with it or anything. i'll post more if i think of anything else!

[frontierdavinci]

50+1/2 out-of-context-dnd inspired rp starters

//Let's make this a proper prompt list. All quotes from outofcontextdnd and, hoh boy, make they for some interesting RP starters.

1. “I forgot for six levels…”

2. “Are you sure you’re not a supervillain? Your motivation is literally to conquer the world.”

3. “What’s the silverware’s dexterity?”

4. “I’m an adult and I can make my own bad decisions!”

5. “Okay new rule, if anyone’s eyes start glowing ominously kick them in the junk immediately.”

6.  "It’s like 52 card pickup, except it kills people!"

7. “I had a similar plan, but it’s less stupid.“

8. And something miraculous happens. Your brain, it actually works!

9. “My acrobatics skills allows me some moral flexibility.”

9A. "I’m acrobatics as fuck!”

10. “I sit in the corner and consider murder.”

11. "If I see a wanted poster with my face on it, I sign it."

12. “Yeah there’s no way you’re getting out of this without being on fire.”

13. “Can everyone stop over-reacting? It was *only* a murder!”

14. "Stop being disappointed in me wearing clothes!"

15. “Guys, I swear I didn’t mean to escape prison, it was an accident.”

16.  "Rock, Paper, Scissors, BURNING HANDS!"

17.  “We’re not pirates, we’re aggressive bullet salesmen.”

18.  "Talk to the horses BEFORE we decide to stake the place out!"

19. “I am a genius when others help me. “

20.  “It was such a beautiful plan, it just didn’t survive contact with reality.”

21.  “I strive to be helpful and unsettling, I suppose.”

22.  “Hey buddy! Wanna help me do something stupid?”

23.  “I have two skills: Destruction and Style.”

24.  “Whatever their half-baked plans are, we need to make sure they don’t interfere with our own half-baked plans – otherwise we’ll all end up with quarter-baked plans and that’s practically raw.”

25.  "As a bonus action, I commit arson."

26.  “YOU HAVE THE MORAL COMPASS OF A ROULETTE WHEEL”

27.  “In our defense, we’re morons.”

28.  "Once it makes sense it will hopefully make sense"

29.  "You’re damaged, but in a good way."

30.  "Just to be clear: we’re all down to resist arrest, right?"

31. “I didn’t think about what to do when I got up here, I expected to fail” - “We all did”

32.  “Oh, I remember you from the darkest corners of my nightmares!”

33.  "Sorry about all the arson, I was trying to not die and got carried away."

34.  “Other than the looming threat of death it’s been fun”

35.  "Did you just propose to the enemy?"

36. “We have too much dignity for that.” - “We do?”

37.  “I think if we don’t set off all the traps we’re not doing it right.”

38.  “Oh yeah, almost dying is pretty much a habit at this point”

39.  “That is an incredibly evil act. Let’s do it.”

40.  “Are you inventing new theological branches just to spite me?”

41.  “I only murdered one guy! How does that make me a bad person?”

42.   “Stop killing (them) for a second!”

43. "Oh no, my evil cult got weird."

44. “We have to make that one special dead.”

45. “Sure, I could knock but I don’t want to, because I’m a criminal.”

46. "How do you safely remove someone’s skull?"

47. “I had everything planned! Except for soap. I never accounted for soap.”

48. “Ok its time to free a horse from hell jail”

49. “That’s adorable. We’ll kill (them) last.”

50. "When do the repeated horrible deaths begin?"

[olddirtybadfic]

Bad Blood: Garlic Won't Heal Bite Mark Holes (part two of three)

I'm starting to wonder why past!me even tried to write Rocketshipping. You can clearly see me straining to suppress the urge to ship James with characters other than Jessie.

Part one is here.

Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; colorful language; blood mention; very loose understanding of psychological issues (seriously twelve!me does not seem to understand psychopathy); abuse mention; out-of-character behavior for James, Meowth, and Mondo (Mondo starts acting like lovestruck Meowth towards James for a bit); absolute character assassination of Jessie (she’s Elizabeth Báthory now); just vampire things 🧛; Jesus Hades Christ twelve!me tortured James a lot in fic (my favorite whumpee)

-O-o-O-o-O-

(Mondo's point of view)

We stopped running to rest for a while. We were going to start running again soon because Jessie would be after her "Child."

I set James down on some soft grass. I realized how pretty and sweet he was. How could Jessie mistreat him? He had stood by her, even in life and death situations. He was so loyal and gentle.

James began to come to. "Where am I?" he asked. His voice was quiet and weak.

"You're away from Jessie," I said.

James tried to sit up. I held him down.

"Don't sit up. Just rest," I said.

James lay back down again.

Meowth came over to me. "Isn't he going to be a vampire?" he asked.

"No. Jessie didn't get enough blood and he'd have to drink some of her blood," I said.

Just in case we were wrong, we gave him some garlic water.

We got back on the road again. James seemed to be breathing heavily, as if he was being put through labor.

James tripped and fell. He didn't get up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's nothing," James said.

Right after he said this, he threw up.

"You look drained, Jimmy," Meowth said.

Meowth was right. James's skin was white as his uniform.

"I'm just a little under the weather," James said, right before vomiting again.

Needless to say, we had to find somewhere to stay.

-O-o-O-

We were going to the next town when Meowth scratched his leg on a rock.

"Ow! The fuck was that?!" he yelled.

He noticed he'd scratched his leg. It was bleeding.

I just remembered at that moment that James would faint at the sight of blood.

James got out his first aid kit and started to bandage Meowth's leg. I didn't have any first aid supplies with me.

James bandaged and cleaned Meowth's leg. He looked even more unwell than before. He then picked Meowth up and comforted him.

I thought of Meowth as a senior teammate, but James seemed to think of him as someone much closer.

(Meowth's point of view)

We got into a motel late at night.

When we got into the room, Mondo and I had a talk with James about why Jessie abused him.

"So, James, it's not your fault she's a psychopathical vampire. I don't know why she's like that, but it's not your fault," I said.

James still looked confused, but he seemed to understand. He still had a serious, hurt look on his face.

"But what'll happen to her?" he asked.

This was the one question we tried to avoid.

"She'll be taken away," Mondo said.

"Where?"

"To the mental institution."

"Why is she a psychopath?"

We never thought James would ask this question because we thought we explained it. "It's just her usual mental….thing," I said.

"I'm usually with her," James said.

I couldn't look at James anymore. I didn't want to see him cry.

"So it is my fault. I knew it. I'm such a screw-up, I messed up Jessie," James whispered. "I'm useless!"

To my surprise, Mondo went over to James and said, "No, you aren't! Some people are just like that."

"If Jessie goes crazy in the mental institution, she could get sent to jail. We would never see her again," I thought aloud.

James burst into tears and ran crying into the bathroom.

"Maybe he wasn't ready for it," Mondo said.

I looked at the closed bathroom door. I heard loud sobbing coming from it.

Maybe James should tell Jessie his true feelings.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: A regular, non-supernatural jail can definitely keep a vampire contained, especially a vampire that can dig her way out of pretty much anything (and spends most of her time digging holes for other people to fall into).

[rachaelje13]

SCRIPTWRITING

The Lost Dorm Key

Scene 1

Act 1

(Rose is running around the dining room frantically throwing things off a table. Her sister Sammy enters)

Sammy:(yelling)  What the hell are you doing?

Rose:  I lost my keys. They cost $200 dollars to replace. 

Sammy: I don’t think throwing everything off the table is gonna help

Rose: I’ve looked everywhere 3 times. I'm desperate.

Sammy: Where was the last place you remember having t?

Rose: I'm going to sell you to make up for the money my new keys will cost

Sammy: I'm just trying to help

Rose: (Rose throws a pen at Sammy) Try shutting up it would be more helpful

(Their mother, Jenn, walks in the front door)

Jenn: Rose are you planning on going back to school?

Rose: I’m homeless now since I have no keys to get into my home

Jenn: That seems dramatic

Sammy: Just get a new one you have no choices

Rose: I don’t have 200 dollars

Sammy: don’t you have a Taylor swift concert fund?

Rose: that’s important

Jenn: and have a dorm key isnt?

Rose: Shes going on tour soon

Sammy: did she announce that?

Rose: no but she been dropping easter eggs about it

Jenn: Use the 200 on the key and worry about the concert when she actually announces it

Rose: I’m going to cry myself to bed

Jenn: go back to school

Rose: after I take a nap

Act 1 

Scene 2

(Rose runs into class dripping wet wearing a skirt several sizes too small)

Professor: Thank you for coming

Rose: I’m so sorry. I took the train and it got delayed because of the rain.

Professor: I wasn’t being sarcastic. Half the class was skipped I'm genuinely glad you’re here.

Rose: oh no problem

(Rose sits down next to her friend, Olivia. The two begin whispering)

Olivia: That was awkward

Rose: This has been the worst 24 hours of my life

Olivia: Why are you wearing a miniskirt? it's 45 degrees out.

Rose: I lost my dorm key when I went home for the weekend so last night I went back home to look for it and when I couldn’t find it I took a depression nap but forgot to wake up so my mom had to frantically wake me up this morning and shove me on the 8 am train. This skirt from middle school was the only clothing item I could fit into that I didn’t bring to my dorm.

Olivia: That sucks but you're giving main character vibes

Rose: yeah plus maybe someone will mistake me for a hooker and give me money

Olivia: I don’t think you look like a hooker

Rose: great ill be cold wet and still poor

Olivia: what's happening in this class?

Rose: how the hell would I know? You won’t stop talking.

(the two girls listen to the professor talk about morality for 5 seconds)

Olivia: Where was the last place you had your keys?

Rose:(loudly) why does everyone keep asking that? If I knew that then I would know where my keys are. Clearly, I can’t remember where I had my keys

Professor: Girls I’m trying to teach here

Olivia and Rose: (simultaneously) Sorry

Act 1 

Scene 3

(Olivia and Rose exit class and take shelter from the storm in the lobby of the building)

Olivia: Are you going to Jesse’s thing tonight?

Rose: If I can get back into my dorm.

Olivia: I’m sure by 7pm tonight you will make it back in.

Rose: Are we supposed to dress up?

Olivia: It’s a comedy show

Rose:  people dress up for SNL

Olivia: It’s a Temple smash rehearsal, not SNL but you can dress up if you want

Rose: If it was up to me everyone would have to dress up in heels and a pearl necklace

Olivia:If it was up to me everyone would have to wear crocs

Rose:I would rather die 

(Olivia spills her water bottle)

Olivia: Shit

Rose: I have napkins in my pencil case

Olivia: You keep napkins in your pencil case but no pants at your house?

(Rose opens up her backpack, grabs the pencil case and unzippers it)

Rose: I’m gonna throw myself in front of a semi-truck

Olivia: you lost your napkins too?

(Rose holds up a key)

Rose: I put it in my fucking pencil bag

Olivia: you’re an idiot.

[andraxicated]

Bonten men as perverted classmates

Pairings: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi x f! reader

Synopsis: A series of scenarios about bonten men as your perverted classmates/schoolmates

Tags: Suggestive | Dubcon touching | Age gap | Degradation | Perverted acts | Implied Masturbation | Drinking

a/n: not proofread i apologize for grammatical errors

setting in college!

Mikey

Still has some of his morality intact so he will feel it's wrong to look at you like that

Even though it's wrong, can he stop himself? he's just violating you with his eyes!

Looks at your chest from time to time, practically scanning you in his mind and now you're undressed

Thinking about the shape of your boobies and how soft they would feel when he buries his head into them

So he exactly does that on one of the lectures where you sit at the back because the class is boring af

How does he find the courage? Well, when he looks at your chest, you slyly meet his eyes as if a shy maiden and purposely sits up straight to make your chest look extra perkier

His eyes widen and something down there goes up....

What a feast for his eyes, now it got him thinking if you want him too

He tests out the theory and lays his head on your chest while you take notes and you almost drop the pen from the surge in your lower abdomen.

"M-mikey the teacher might see us." You whisper as you put your hand on his head, contemplating whether to push him deeper or push him away,

"Five more minutes...don't pretend like you don't want this." Mikey says sleepily and gropes your chest, fiddling with them.

Plays with your boobs the whole lecture and it got you squirming in your seat with a wet panty.

Sanzu

Schoolmate Sanzu who has the reputation of fucking his cute freshmens and leaving them crying after

Its his last year in college so he swears to find someone worth his while and it's like the heavens granted his wish!

You're walking with a group of girls, skirt fluttering in the wind and Sanzu immediately lowers his head down to see something forbidden

He smirks and goes back up, a tent forming in his pants. "baby blue lacy panties. cute." He thinks to himself

Lucky you, you're now the target of the Haruchiyo Sanzu and your friends become worried. You wave them off saying it's fine and no one would dare do something like that

You promise them that you will stay close to crowds to alleviate their worries

As soon as your friends disappear, you sit down and squeeze your thighs together. Why does it feel like you want to be with that guy though? You shudder at the fucked up thought but you can't deny it seems hot.

Next day, you wear the sexiest miniskirt you can find and a skimpy see-through blouse, walking around campus to bait a certain guy

And Sanzu took that bait after beating up a few guys who dared look your way

You're navigating a bookshelf in the library and someone suddenly grabbed you from behind and pressed something hard against your ass

"Parading all around campus dressed like that. Are you trying to get punished?" You gasp at the low voice whispering directly at your ear while his hands grip your chest and your thighs.

Recovered from the shock, you reply strongly: "No, I'm not doing anything". Sanzu let out a dark chuckle and took a whiff at your neck.

"I might keep you around for a long long time. Whaddya say bitch?"

Kakucho

Inside that rough exterior, Kakucho is still a huge softie. Out of all these guys, he's probably the most sane one

But that doesn't mean he's not having perverted thoughts while you two study together

Often shakes his head to snap himself out of his thoughts and you place a hand at his shoulder asking him if he's okay. The small gesture arouses him and he thinks he's so far gone.

He looks at your worried expression and thinks how cute it would look if you were between his thighs

"Kakucho?" Your voice snaps himself out and he says it's fine so you both continue studying

He actually doesn't care about his school life because he's a delinquent anyway. But does it for your sake because you put in so much time and effort in saving an academic failure like him

Wishes you looked at him more than a classmate though :((

But hey, who says you don't?

You often think about him doing dirty things to you but Kakucho wouldn't do that anyway

Then, everything comes to light on one drunken night at a frat party. You beg Kakucho to come in hopes of something happening.

And yeah something did happen!

After a drunk truth and dare, you confess your attraction for Kakucho and everyone in the room hollers. Kakucho flushes like a tomato and promptly hides his boner, some boys snicker.

The next game was seven minutes in heaven and you and Kakucho already went past seven minutes but no one dared disturb as moans and crashes were heard inside the dim closet.

Ran

A menace to everyone especially you

Specifically, annoys you and becomes touchy while you push him away in annoyance

Oh? Playing hard to get? Ran loves the chase you give him even more. Makes you look so appealing in his eyes every time you pretend to not like it

Yes, he knows you like it. He knows you are just pretending. Afterall, when he touches you playfully during your banters, his senses close in on the way your breath hitch and he catches how you're squeezing your thighs when he touches you

Ran loves the chase but running and running gets tiring after a while

How long are you going to keep this up? He looks at you across the table and sees you laughing with Rindou at this boring party which leaves a bad taste in his mouth

So, he walks over to the both of you with hands in his pockets

You and Rindou stop talking to look at Ran's dark expression looking down as if you two were mice

His brother seems to get it and sighs leaving you without saying anything and Ran occupies his seat

"Ran! How could you-" You couldn't even finish what you were gonna say when his hands shamelessly rested on your thigh underneath the tinted glass table

You freeze as Ran draws circles on your skin to arouse you more

"Do you like me? And before you answer, this hand will go up and the fingers will fuck you if you deny me. So answer wisely, princess <3"

Rindou

Is a quiet babie but thinks about having babies with you

Has a thing for your stomach, so seeing you in crop tops gets him weak in the knees and it takes a huge amount of self-control for him not to pounce on you

When you invited Rindou for a project, it is a mere coincidence that you were wearing a crop top since it was a hot summer day. You thought it was quite inappropriate to wear something like that alone with a male classmate but honestly, you were making a move on him by showing off your body

Rindou was slowly dying inside every minute with you and even asked you where the bathroom was just to take care of something

It was unusual for him to take that long, so you stand up thinking that an accident must have happened

Instead, you find an incident that got your breathing heavy and fingers shamelessly going inside your shorts

Faint grunts and a repeating fapping sound can be heard inside the bathroom and you know exactly what Rindou was doing

As much as you want to hear what was happening, you can't take the embarrassment of him suddenly opening the door so you go back to your seat bothered

That incident gave you so much confidence since it meant that Rindou was totally into you. You wrack your brain for what made him do that and listed down the possibilities and crossed out some

You tested everything on your notepad and one particular thing got Rindou bothered and you noticed it

your stomach

You gasp and covered your mouth while Rindou was once again away probably doing that on the nearest bathroom he can find near the library

Rindou returns with a sour look on his face and you conclude that that his jerking session probably wasn't successful so you hide your laugh

"What's funny?" "Want me to help you?" Rindou furrows his brows and immediately widen his eyes as he gets your meaning. Every hair stood up on his body and he has never been aroused in his entire life just like right now

"Put your hand under the table and do it nicely." He rests the back of his head against the chair as he feels your hands coming closer.

Kokonoi

Definitely has a perverted side but 100% of the time he hides it very well

But when it comes to you. oh boy he's very obvious

Your friends tell you that they can see him checking you out most of the time and they giggle about you asking him for money every time you catch him staring at you

Well, everyone on campus knows that he's loaded loaded and multiple girls have been attempting to be with him to get access to a lavish lifestyle

It's truly a plus that on top of him having money, he's very respectful to women and that thought got your heart skipping a beat

Why not give him a chance?

Your friends support you in devising a plan on seducing Hajime Kokonoi 101

But baby you don't even need to try~

You already got him wrapped around your fingers the moment he saw your ass underneath your skirt

Has a daydream of slapping a huge band of money against your ass. Would you be into that? There's only one way to find out

Thankfully, you and Koko have a mutual circle of friends so you got into their booth without conflicts. Lame college games initiated by horny people pass by and the planned game finally came.

Truth or dare

You have five friends with you out of the twelve people in the booth and whoever of your friends has the chance, they will dare Koko or you.

"(y/n)! I dare you to sit on Kokonoi's lap!" Your friend dares and everyone laughs. You shyly laugh too as if you didn't plan it and go over to Kokonoi's inviting lap. As you were seated everyone hollered and the hype soon died down

"Was this planned?" "I guess" He laughs at your answer and you feel something growing underneath you

"Let's go up when everyone's drunk. I'll show you what will happen when you try to gain the upper hand."

[foli-vora]

can’t help falling

a ‘more than words’ universe oneshot

frankie morales x f!reader

A/N: God, I just love these two. And Meana-beana. I dunno where the strength to finish this came from - I was just minding my business eating a mandarin so... yeah. Apologies for any mistakes, it’s late lmao.

Taglist note: I’ve used my MTW taglist but if you are no longer interested, just let me know and I’ll remove you from any future fics 🥰  as this is an old list, some names have changed/don’t work, and new tag requests are not added so I’m sorry for that!

Summary: Mena and Frankie have an important question for you.

Word count: just over 1.8k

Warnings: swearing, MY FAVE BESTIES BENNY + ANGEL, fluff & domesticity galore, Frankie DILF™️ Morales. It’s just fluff. Fluff everywhere. I’m soft as fuck.

read ‘more than words’ here

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Things were… weird.

You couldn’t put your finger on it.

Something in the back of your mind flagged certain interactions, focusing on some things said in passing or the way people just simply acted around you. It was bugging you like crazy. 

It started when Frankie started acting differently.

He was quiet, his mind elsewhere. He started to get secretive, which was very unlike him. He was an open book with you—if he was feeling down, he said so; if either of you had an issue, it was discussed; if he had somewhere to be, he kept you in the loop.

But now, he wasn’t truly with you in the sense that you knew his mind was wandering. He was always on his phone, quickly hiding or locking the screen whenever you got too close.

For a short while, you think he’s cheating. 

He was just so unlike himself; and then he started disappearing, always late after work and avoiding your questions whenever you’d ask. You think it right up until you mention it to Benny, your insecurity rearing its ugly head for a hot minute.

He had laughed, made a worryingly serious comment about shooting him if he ever entertained the idea, and then promptly changed the subject with no further conversation on the matter.

Now that you think back on it, that was weird.

You eye him now, frown deepening as he talks around the food rolling around in his mouth. No. Something’s weird, something’s going on. You can fucking feel it.

“What?” Benny deadpans, realising with a jolt of surprise that you’re pretty much glaring at him over the table.

Your hands tangle on the table top, eyes narrowing further. “What do you know, Miller?”

To your surprise, he stiffens. No snippy comeback, no confused laughter… just completely frozen where he sits. Now you know something is absolutely going on.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’—”

“Benjamin.”

His jaw rolls. “Leave it.”

“Benny, come on. You can tell me anything, you know that! Do I need to be worried? Is someone sick? Did something happen? I need to know—”

“Angel, seriously, just back off.”

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t tell you!”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t fuckin’ lie to you, and he will kill me if I ruin this!”

“Ruin what?”

He stops suddenly, words halting on his tongue like he had just caught them in the knick of time. He watches you, muscles working over his jaw before he inhales sharply, spitting a low curse and throwing his napkin down.

“God damn it. I have to go.”

“What? Benny!”

“You brought this on your damn self.”

He throws some cash to the table and turns without another word, disappearing from the diner and into the night. You stare at the crumpled notes in complete shock. He paid for his share?

Something’s definitely not right.

-

He’s quiet again. Your eyes follow him as he moves about the kitchen, gaze flicking over the slight pull of his brows and twitch of his cheek. He calls to Mena, dishing up the last bits of food onto the three waiting plates on the counter as little footsteps sound from down the hall.

“Is everything okay?”

Frankie startles, hands nervously running down his jeans as he forces a smile onto his lips.

“Everything’s fine. I’m fine. Are you okay?”

His large hand cups your cheek, rough thumb brushing softly over your cheek and you lean into the warmth of it. You can’t help the little snort of amusement, smiling curling your lips as you meet his gaze in slight confusion.

“Yeah, I’m okay. What’s going on?”

His eyes flash to yours, widening in worry. “Nothing—why? What makes you ask that?”

“You’re acting really weird. And so’s Benny.”

“Has he said anything?”

“About what?”

He stills, much like Benny did earlier on, and your brows raise the more he stays silent. He starts to shift, dark eyes flicking between yours before a look of sudden determination crosses his features. 

“Okay, you know what? I can’t do this anymore. Sit here, and don’t move until I say so. You—come with me.” Mena follows his orders with a tinkling of laughter, jumping into his arms when he opens them, and soon they disappear from the kitchen

You sink into the chair Frankie had said to, your confusion growing with each moment that passes. You hear nothing apart from Mena’s hushed little giggles, and the shuffle of them as they move into the lounge until silence settles once more.

“Okay,” Frankie calls a few minutes later, “we’re ready.”

What in the actual hell—

You pause beside the couch upon entering the room, eyes raking over the crisp freshly pressed shirt Frankie had changed into, and the beautiful white sparkly party dress Mena was currently swaying in. She grins up at you, little cheeks flushing with a shade of pink as soft music starts to quietly fill the air. 

“Well I’m super underdressed.” You laugh quietly, smiling in slight confusion but stepping forward when Frankie holds a hand out.

“You’re perfect.”

Your nose scrunches in embarrassment and you share another look with Mena, grinning when she launches forward to wrap around your leg with a small giggle. You welcome her eagerly, your hand automatically falling to tenderly stroke her freshly cut bangs away from her face.

“What’s going on?” You finally ask, eyes rising back to meet Frankie’s.

He blinks, seemingly back into the room when you address him, and his cheeks crease with a small, almost shy smile. 

“I—we—had something we uh… we wanted to talk to you about.”

“…okay?”

“You know I love you, right? We love you, more than words will ever—” he cuts off with a small exhale, eyes finding the floor.

Here goes nothing.

He takes a quiet deep breath, and then he drops.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

His knee melts into the plush carpet, and you feel your heart leap. Or did your stomach drop? Not in the bad way. Absolutely not in the bad way. More like the… holy crap, this is happening kind of way. The spine buzzing, skin tingling, stomach curling into nervous knots holy-shit-I-could-throw-up-from-this-sudden-wave-of-pure-fucking-happiness way.

Shit. Don’t puke—

He watches the flurry of emotions wash over your face the second the moment registers, and his grin widens despite the way his eyes shine with the threat of tears. He embraces all of it. The tears, the nerves, the sweat building along the back of his neck—you wouldn’t say no, would you?

Jesus, don’t ruin it—

“From the day we met,” he starts quietly, voice catching in his throat as a little body presses into him from behind and he gathers the remaining shreds of courage he needed from it, “I knew you were something special. You were—are—fucking incredible. And I thank whoever’s up there every day for sticking that shithead Miller into my life, because he’s given me the second chance I never thought I’d have.”

He turns to Mena, a whisper you couldn’t catch filling the air before she giggles sweetly and her little hand dives into the pocket of her dress. She sneaks whatever he had requested into his hands, her wide smile brightening her eyes as Frankie returns his attention to you.

A small black box sits in his palms, and your chest flutters at the sight of it. It’s really happening. It opens with a little snap, the ring pinched between the small velvet cushions shining in the warm lamp light.

Frankie’s grin widens when he sees your brows twist in slight confusion, no doubt catching on to the fact that this isn’t the first time you’ve laid eyes on the ring. Your gaze flashes to meet his, the question posed in your features, but he merely winks before carrying on and asking the question he’d been biting back for weeks.

“Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife, and being a part of our family?”

Previous thoughts about the ring leave your mind the instant he speaks the words, and you can barely swallow around the sudden lump in your throat. 

You can’t talk.

You can’t fucking get the single, most important word out, so you’re left nodding like a fucking lunatic to get the message across, tears spilling down your cheeks before you sink to your knees in front of him, curling your arms around him and letting the few tears that had spilled soak into the fabric covering his shoulder.

“Just checking—is that a yes?” He chuckles softly into your ear, a hand resting on the back of your head to keep you pressed up close as lips press into your temple.

A laugh bubbles past your lips, your grin painfully wide as you pull away to meet his eyes. “Of course it is. Frankie, how—”

His smile turns almost sly as he carefully plucks the ring from the box, sliding it carefully onto your finger and pressing a kiss to where it sits. Smaller fingers trace along the band of it and you let Mena inspect it, sharing a chuckle with Frankie when she copies his actions and places a messy kiss to your knuckles.

You cradle her softly as she wiggles in between the both of you, Frankie’s gaze warm and love filled as he watches you.

“I’ve got my ways.”

-

two months prior…

“You love this old shit,” Benny comments dryly, nose curling at the line of antique dolls lining the shelves, “but uh, I don’t. Can you hurry it up? What are you even lookin’ at?”

“Jewellery.” You murmur, eyes raking over the numerous pieces sitting behind the glass.

Your gaze catches on a particular ring, flicking over the little details and admiring its simplistic beauty. It was stunning, but a little out of your price range for the current moment and you sigh dreamily, fingers stroking the glass carefully.

“Look at this. It’s beautiful. You think Frankie will want to propose any time soon?” You joke, chuckling quietly as he comes to peak over your shoulder.

“What makes you think Fish’ll ever want to marry your crazy ass?” He drawls playfully, grinning when your hand collides with his arm in a sharp slap. “Come on—I’m pretty sure that doll’s clocking my movements. Let’s get food.”

You gaze longingly at the display one more time before turning to Benny and following him from the antique store, pulling your jacket tighter around you when the brisk chill of the afternoon bites at your revealed skin. He stops short on the pavement, palms slapping at his jacket with a frown.

“Shit—must’ve left my fuckin’ phone somewhere in there. Go grab a table, I’ll only be a minute.”

“Maybe the doll took it.” You call over your shoulder as you continue on, grinning at the flash of horror that washes over his face.

“You shut your mouth! Don’t speak that messed up shit into existence.”

He waits for you to disappear into the small restaurant before sliding his phone from his back pocket, bringing up the contact info and pressing call. He waits a beat, a soft smile tugging at his lips as Frankie’s voice fills the other end.

“Hey man, I got it.”

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