#are they going to keep allowing these vultures

[boothillssugarmomma]

Hello hello!

Can I request a Dr. Ratio x reader that's a team leader and they're assigned to work together, and while he's complaining (whining) about her team they're not having it and they bicker (divorced parents vibes fr) (they're both in denial of their feelings). Just Ratio not being used to someone else talking back to him (pls make them make out thank you for your time regardless, I love your writing!

THIS IDEA GAVE ME SO MUCH BUTTERFLIES MAKING 😭 I hope you like it as much as I did creating it!

Sparks of Synergy

(Ratio x Fem!Reader)

cw-: mean!ratio, insults of intelligence, heavily suggestive, smidge of nudity mentioned

🎀 authorsnote: this is my first request fic and I literally screamed and giggled when I saw it!

please don't steal my work!

"This part of this project is so simple! How do you not understand!? We've already been through this part multiple times!" Ratio could already feel an argument or a migraine coming. All it took was one glance down at your paper for him to practically combust.

"Fix this." He orders. He's spent hours going back and forth with you, hovering over your shoulder like a vulture.

He could spot all sorts of microscopic mistakes that he just was practically begging to point out. He doesn't exactly know why he even bothers. It's obvious that you were hopeless the moment you were recruited for his team.

Though, he suppose it's better for your dimwitted self and the rest of your team to come to him instead of doing it yourselves.

Aeons, he wouldn't be able to take in the sight of you doing this project alone and failing or asking for help from another bumbling, no-nothing dumbass.

The doctor is the best chance you've got with actually completing correctly, whatever it is you need help with...and he wouldn't have it...Any. Other. Way.

"Just because you're the team leader of this little project doesn't mean you can be so bossy." You hum and keep working.

"Bossy? Me?" Ratio lets out a scoff. That's rich coming from you.

He raises an incredulous eyebrow as his stare narrows at your ridiculous comment. Does this fool have the guts to insult him?

He rolls his eyes at the fact that you had the audacity to claim that he's "bossy" when he's simply trying to keep things together. He's not bossy, he has a title to live up to, unlike the likes of you.

"Yes...bossy..." Your eyes glance over at his in a glare. "You want to make the team quit?" You scoff.

"Please." Ratio shoots a condescending glance your way, leaning back against a wall and crossing his arms.

"If they aren't capable enough to handle my expectations and methods, then it's best for them to leave. I'm doing them a favor here. You should be thanking me, quite honestly. I am your team leader after all. I know what's best for this group."

He smirks. You should be grateful that he even allowed you to be a part of this team at all.

as you continue to bicker and fight the whole day the rest of the team just watches on in silence, until one by one they all start to leave

Eventually you both notice that you two are the only one in the room. Ratio let out an exasperated scoff and pinches the bridge of his nose. The headache coming back.

"Look at what you've done now." He snaps, his gold eyes snapping back to you once more. "You and your incessant nagging caused the others to leave. What a surprise."

The sarcasm was evident in his voice. He can't stand this.

"Oh you're going to blame this on ME!?" You scoff and fold your arms. "If anything it was your snide comments..."

Ratio let's out a sharp laugh, scoffing once again and turning his chin in a prideful way.

"What snide comments? The only thing I said was criticism that would help you improve on your work. You, just like the rest of those dimwits, can't seem to understand. Do you have any idea of the standards I live up to?"

"It's the way you say it Veritas." You sigh and rub your forehead with your index and thumb.

The purple haired smart ass stiffens. His golden gaze locked onto your exasperated expression. How irritating. How annoying. It was like a buzzing insect flying near his ear, one he longed to swat at.

"Perhaps try working harder instead of being so sensitive, idiot..." He scoffs. He was simply offering constructive criticism. It's not his fault that your little self couldn't take it.

"Ok you see!" You groan and push off the table. "That's what they don't like!"

Ratio scowls slightly. The audacity of you was absolutely ridiculous. He steps closer.

"What, do you propose I use a more 'soft' approach? Perhaps a 'softer' tone?" *He mocks, a sarcastic smile stretching his features. Soft? That's laughable. He doesn't do soft.

"You're just like them. Soft and sensitive. I have no tolerance for useless emotions. Only facts."

"Maybe you'd have more friends if you were nicer!" You raise your voice and clap your hands together before taking a breath.

Ratio laughs lowly, mocking your outburst. You had no right to judge him like that.

"How childish. If they truly were my friend, they'd stand by my honest and factual criticism. You see it as 'mean'. I do not. What is so wrong with telling it how it is?

I don't expect you to understand. Your feeble brain simply wouldn't be able to comprehend the standards."

"Ratio not everyone appreciates your random analysis of them." You scoff.

The doctor gives you a condescending side-glance, rolling his eyes. Random analysis? Surely you were aware that everything he thought of was correct?

"The facts are just the facts. People can either be offended by it or be mature and understand. Clearly, maturity is not a word you know."

"You seem sensitive and weak minded...GET OUT!" You mock him and throw a piece of chalk at the chalkboard before folding your arms.

It takes all of Ratio's self-restraint to not burst out into a hysterical, mocking laughter. His face twists into a sneer. You were the delusional and insensitive one here.

It's not long before Dr. Ratio had pushed you back until you were pinned against the wall his body pressed so close to yours that you could feel his soft, warm breath hitting the side of your neck.

"Weak minded?" He chuckles lowly.

"I would never dream of being weak. Ever."

You both just gaze in each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity before you clear your throat. "We should probably...get back to work..."

Dr. Ratio had almost forgot he was pinning you to the wall, but at the comment, it had made him pull back away slightly. He stares for a few seconds before glancing away and scoffing once more.

"Right, there's no time to waste on worthless chatter. I suppose it's up to me to be the bigger man once again and carry this team." He crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes as you walk back over to the table and start working.

After a small while there is no talking or bickering...until you did a slight mishap on an equation

He often glanced over quietly to make sure the work you were doing was correct. There were a few moments where he had to glance away from how badly your mistakes had irked him. He took in a breath to calm himself down.

He would be lying if he said that the silence wasn't slightly refreshing. But...he's quickly pulled out of that mindset when you made a mistake.

He lets out an irritated sigh and stands.

"Really? Another mistake? At this rate you might as well give me the paper for me to finish it myself."

"Don't touch it!" You rip the paper away from his hands.

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as a sneer stretches on his lips. He takes another step closer to you, crossing his arms.

"Care to repeat that, idiot? You dare to talk back to me?" Ratio's gaze darkened slightly, his golden eyes practically gleaming in the light.

"Oh don't act like you're all high and mighty!" You stalk towards him poking his chest with your finger. "You're not the big bad Ratio everyone says you are!"

The doctor lets out a mocking scoff, his gaze locked onto you in a cold glare. He swats your little finger away like it was nothing.

"Big bad Ratio? You clearly are more ridiculous than I had originally anticipated. What, are you scared of me? Do my words... frighten you?" He steps even closer into your personal space, his voice dropping into a low growl.

Your heart flutters as your eyes lock again. His gold gaze holding yours so perfectly. But your stance never falters.

Ratio's eyes narrow as he can feel his irritation rising once again. Why is this bothersome woman making his heart beat like this?

He scoffs.

"You're getting too comfortable around me. Have I not made it obvious that I'm superior than you in every way?" He grabs your chin with his thumb and index, angling your face up.

"Superior? Superior!?" You scoff and laugh.

Ratio sneers, practically looming over you.

"Do you want me to list down everything that makes me superior to you, little one? The list would go on for miles and miles."

He stares down at you with an intimidating smirk, his thumb pressing against your chin almost possessively.

You glance down at his lips before locking eyes again. "Shut it...doctor..."

Ratio smirks once more, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. His thumb traces your bottom lip slightly, admiring your features for a brief second before he lets out another scoff.

"You have the audacity to tell me that? Oh, you are a fool. A very adorable fool...now you should shut it."

"Shut. It. Or. I'll. Make. You." You whisper darkly.

Ratio's smirk widens for a moment, clearly amused and slightly caught off guard by your boldness. He lets out another scoff and leans down close to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin.

"And. How. Precisely. do you propose yourself to accomplish such a thing, hm?" He murmurs, a mocking but low chuckle falling from his lips.

You lean up and cut him off with a kiss. A soft one before pulling away slightly. You both gaze into each other's eyes.

Ratio's golden eyes widened slightly in surprise, not anticipating such a move. You...kissed him? How dare you act so brazenly? Yet...why did he like it...?

He lets the surprise linger in his expression for a few more seconds before he takes quick action. Ratio closes whatever space was in between you and pushes you back against the wall, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate and possessive kiss.

As the kiss grows to be more passionate small sounds can be heard escaping both of your throats as you entangle closer together

Ratio's hand wraps around your waist tightly, his other hand slipping into your hair to keep you closer against him. Your soft lips were so addicting, it made his heart flutter strangely in his chest. His tongue darted out to slide against your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth.

You open your mouth just enough for his tongue to slide inside, and you begin to fight for dominance.

His tongue immediately sought for yours, exploring the inside of your mouth as a low groan escaped his throat. He began to press you more and more into the wall, his body pressing tightly onto yours with an iron grip on your waist.

He pulls you away from the wall to lay you on the table as he continues to kiss you

Ratio's hand traveled down to grab your thigh and hoist it up so your calf wraps around his waist as he deepened the kiss with a small hum, his body hovered over yours in an almost possessive manner. His long, slender fingers would slowly begin to slip under your shirt.

"MhM!" You groan into his mouth as he slides a hand over your breast.

Ratio let's out a low chuckle as he slowly begins to slide your shirt off, wanting to feel more and more of your skin against his. He began to trail small, light kisses down your neck, gently sucking on a particularly sensitive spot.

"V-Veritas" You whisper softly in his ear.

Ratio gives one final, rough suck onto that particular spot on the side of your neck, creating a small bruise. He pulled back slightly to look down at you. A low chuckle escaped his lips once more as he leaned in to brush his hot breath against your ear.

"Saying my name so nicely...You're almost making me want to ruin you."

You roll your eyes softly and laugh quietly.

"So doctor how long have you been hiding these feelings for me?" You tease as you kiss his cheek.

Ratio let's out a scoff, his face quickly flushing a dark red at your boldness. He was getting teased by you of all people. He doesn't remember the last time anyone has gotten the best of him in such a way.

He clears his throat and leans down to press a bruising kiss upon your jaw, beginning to trail his lips across your neck.

"...for a while..." He reluctantly answers.

"And is this your mhM way of asking me out?" You smirk through a small moan and tilt his chin up with your hand to meet your gaze.

Ratio's face flushed a dark shade of red at your question, his eyes narrowing as he let out a scoff. He was the Veritas Ratio. You have some nerve to tease him.

It takes him an embarrassingly long time to answer, his brain scrambled. He can feel your soft hand on his chin, gently making him meet your gaze.

"...I suppose so." He finally admits sheepishly.

"Does this mean you're going to be nicer to me?" You lean forward to kiss his forehead.

The doctors golden eyes widened slightly at the small kiss on his forehead, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. He didn't expect you to get this affectionate with him. He glanced off to the side with a scoff.

"I-I already am nice to you. I'm...simply just more blunt than other people." He mumbled almost defensively.

You both pause as you throw your head back to laugh. "You're very funny doctor!"

His eyebrows furrow slightly in annoyance. You...laughed at him. He would have reprimanded you if it wasn't for the fact that your laughter was incredibly cute. He would huff in irritation, crossing his arms.

"It's not nice to laugh at me, you know..." He grumbles with a slight pout.

"Fine fine... I'm sorry~" you lean forward to whisper in his ear.

Ratio's face flushed an even darker shade of red as your soft whisper sent a shiver down his spine. His hands gripped slightly onto your hips, holding you against him firmly. He let out a sigh at your teasing words.

"...you're insufferable...I hate how adorable you are." He mumbled lowly, his voice dropping a degree as he stared down at you.

As he lifts you off the table and puts you back on the ground you smile softly "Yeah but you like meee~" You poke his chest softly.

Ratio quietly scoffs again, although his face was still flushed a dark shade of red. Why, you...! You had him wrapped around your finger. His eyes narrowed, yet the corner of his lip twitched into a smirk.

His arm loosely looped around your waist and bring you close to him, letting out a low chuckle as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"Shut up...you are so fuckin...insufferable." He mumbled lowly, not denying anything you said.

You press a kiss to his throat and smile. "Shall we get back to work...my love?"

A shiver raced down Ratio's spine at the small kiss, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. His heart thumped in his chest, the soft fluttering feeling in his chest only growing. No, not during work hours. He must not get distracted until the work is done.

He gave a firm nod, his golden eyes locking onto your gaze.

"...Yes, my dear..."

As he turns to the table you smirk. "Oh and Veritas?" You smile innocently as he turns back to you.

"After work..." You slide a hand up his chest until it rests on his heart. "I want you to show me just how insufferable I. Really. Am."

Ratio's eyes widen slightly before they narrow into a smirk, catching onto your words almost instantly. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you.

"A challenge? You seem so confident, my idiot..." He murmured. He grabbed the hand on his chest and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss to the palm of your hand.

He leaned close once more, and with a seductive whisper, and smirk, answered.

"You're on."

🎀End🎀

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[jerichoes]

can we go. one month. without finding out that yet another russian company. owned by yet another rich russian fuck. that produces fucking rockets. managed to skate under the fucking sanctions. and keeps buying shit for said rockets from europe. who are more than happy to sell. as if the war isn’t happening.

#i am so #incredibly #tired #of the hypocrisy #how much longer #are they going to keep allowing these vultures #to profit from the war #to continue to uphold the regime in russia #from the comfort of their european homes bought with blood money #and how much longer #are they going to preach about ‘collective responsibility’ #while doing that

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dc x DP: Vague Threats

Danny Fenton gets a full ride to Gotham University, thanks to the Wayne Foundation. He won the scholarship after submitting his research on purple-back gorillas, seeing as the zoo incident had led to him wanting to study zoology after being a astronaut was out.

He was surprised that Gotham University had one of the best programs in zoology in the whole country, but that may be due to Bruce Wayne funding the whole department because his youngest loves animals.

In any case, he is expected to participate in specific requirements to keep his scholarship. Things like community service hours, GPA averages, and attendance to Wayne Galas.

Now community service isn't hard. He volunteers at an animal shelter. His GPA isnt hard, he has a 4.0 because when he cares, he is brilliant. No what's hard is the Galas.

He has to attend a total of 2. The scholarship fundraiser is unarguable, and another Gala of his choice. Danny has avoided the second one as best he can, and he knows it's to get rich people to donate so he can keep studying but the Galas are suffocating.

Mainly Danny stands in a corner invisible after the first 30 minutes, allowing himself to become visible when people start questioning where he is. He has to, otherwise he is acussed of not being there.

Danny is doing that when Bruce Wayne and his butler stop right before him and talk about the batcave.

Danny blinks, his eyebrow-raising higher and higher as they mutter details of a case. Then Bruce tells his butler to cover for him so he can go out. Danny follows and watches the man disappear down a clock, further investigation leads him to the Batcave.

So Bruce Wayne....is Batman. Huh. Welp that has nothing to do with Danny.

He returns to the party, appearing only four times, and heads home. The following morning he finds out Batman, along with Nightwing and Red Robin, had put a stop to a gang fight.

He thinks of how tired Bruce must be, and so as he's cleaning the dog cages gets an idea. He finishes his work for the day, goes to his house, and opens his miniature portal into the ghost zone to buy some teas and soap Baths.

The ghost zone products have an amazing effect on humans to help heal them faster thanks to the pure ectoplasm. He puts together a gift basket for everyone in the Wayne family- including the butler- and sends them to Wayne Manor through a ghost vulture.

He just wanted to thank them for all their hard work to keep him and the city safe. Mody Dick, knows he would have appreciated it when he was still acting as Phantom back in Amity Park.

He includes thank you letters each, including specific examples of how they have help the city both in and out of costume.

Danny then goes to his next lecture class with a pat on his shoulder. He feels so good about it, he decides to send them every other week.

Across the city, the Wayne are panicking that someone just sent them all a basket with a very vague threat of exposing their identities. They scramble to find the person who found out, but with no leads or evidence, they can only pray that whoever found them out wouldn't hurt their loved ones.

The personal threats only made them more uneasy. Are they being followed? How close have they gotten to have such details?

Tim Drake is determined to find the person responsible.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Vague threats #Danny didnt think it through

[breadly-art]

I often see people saying that Miguel hates children. All I can say to such people is that their views are too shallow. And that's why they're wrong:

Let's think logically. Miguel, like the entire HQ, is sure that the violation of canon events will result in the destruction of the entire universe. He has reason to believe so - before his eyes, the whole world disappeared through his own fault. That's it, it's all gone. Of course, Miguel will be sure that it is not worth violating the canon. Moreover, he knows that the universes are connected, and if you lose too many of them, then the entire multiverse will collapse, this is logical. It's like a spider web - the more holes there are in it, the sooner it will break.

Miguel leads a squad that maintains the stability of the canon by dealing with anomalies. He must be sure that each of the spider-men will be reliable enough to prevent a violation of the canon event. He has no other option, he will not just forget about the minor mistakes of any spider-man from the HQ. Not because he's angry and strict, but because the safety of all universes depends on it, God damn it.

He's in charge for a reason. He knows what he is doing and why, he knows what a mistake will cost. "I don't always like what I have to do. But I know that I have to be the one to do it." He knows that the canon event often costs someone their life, he knows that some spider-man will feel bad about it, but are there any other options?... Yes, in the question "one person or the whole universe" he chooses the universe, but that doesn't make him an asshole. He's trying to save millions of lives in the only reliable way he knows how.

And now back to his "hatred of children." Miles. Yes, I can understand his desire to save his father, but it could destroy his universe. And yes, it is not a fact that it will be destroyed, but judging by what Miguel saw, the chance of the collapse of the universe is GREAT. And it's not just about Miles's universe, it's about all universes. A web with many holes breaks faster. If saving the universes costs Miles's father's life, if Miguel has to keep Miles at HQ by force to prevent him from making a mistake, he will do it. I don't think Miguel likes it. But he knows he has to be the one to do it.

Gwen. A lot of people didn't like the way he treated her, but listen - there were reasons for that. As I said, Miguel needs to be confident in every spider-Man at HQ, it's a matter of keeping the universes safe. And Gwen let Miles go, let go of someone whose actions could destroy everything. Miguel can't count on her the way he used to, not after she let Pavitr's canon break and didn't catch Miles. He sends her home not because he hate her, but because the HQ is not a place for those who think with their gut. Here you need to think with your head, only this can be 100% sure. You can't make mistakes. HQ must not allow the disruption of the canon. They must not allow the chance of death of millions of people. So Miguel wasn't mad at Gwen. He was disappointed in her - because she couldn't make a hard choice.

For the same reason, he doesn't take Peter B. on a mission. Peter didn't stop Miles when he had the chance, but unlike Gwen, he hasn't questioned Miguel's theory about the canons yet. Peter believes him, but is clearly not sure what to do next. That's why Miguel takes Jess and Ben with him, the ones he's 100% sure of.

Next... Gwen's father. No one, damn it, keeps their finger on the trigger when they don't really want to shoot. Do you think he wouldn't have shot his own daughter? Oh no, he would have done it. And Miguel understood that - that's why he intervened, even though he shouldn't have been there. After all, remember - a vulture could disrupt some kind of canon event. But which one? Facereveal Gwen in front of her father, perhaps? Nevertheless, Miguel intervened. After all, he knows what it's like to deal with an Irish father named George, who is ready to raise his hand against a child.

And then, even seeing Gwen's insecurity after everything that happened, he suggests that she "join the club", he knows what it's like to be all alone. And he clearly doesn't want that for Gwen.

Miguel is not a bad character. Not a villain. He doesn't hate children. He's just trying to protect the universes the best he can, and he's ready to be the one who has to make the hard choice. I don't think he likes it all. He keeps doing it because he doesn't know any other way. He tried to find it - and the more he tried, the more damage he did. He’s only on the “prevent other worlds from being disrupted” step of this process and he’s already way past worn out.

Look at it from this angle - if you had been working on a project for a very long time, which you had already failed once (and it was so terrible that you don't want to remember), which required all your time and effort, required you to lead people you didn't know very well, required you to constantly make choices, after which you would they always looked askance, and you yourself would feel extremely lousy, but which would clearly benefit many people... And then there was a high chance that another person would ruin everything for you, because he has another untested work plan. And this person is not listening to you, this person is not interested in your arguments, he is absolutely stubborn. Wouldn't you freak out about it? Wouldn't you be angry? Wouldn't you try to stop this person with all your might? This is not hatred of children. It's a damn fear.

#breadly posts #miguel o'hara #atsv #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #astv miguel #miguelito #miguel spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #text post

[khaire-traveler]

⚔️ Subtle Ares Worship 💥

Learning about self-defense (includes carrying a self-protection weapon)

Listening to or writing slam poetry

Wearing jewelry that reminds you of him

Making a list of your personal strengths and things you're proud of

Writing letters (that you will never send) to people who've hurt you and burning them

Exercising, if possible; get some movement throughout the day

Dancing, especially to music that brings out your passion, anger, or rebellious side

Supporting local activists or online activism for causes you believe in; support human rights or humanitarian organizations

Expressing yourself the way you want to physically (this can include little things, such as wearing a certain bracelet or putting on a scent)

Allowing yourself to express your anger and upset; sit with and feel your feelings

Keeping a picture of him in your wallet

Playing combat-based video games

Watching combat-based shows

Having a candle that reminds you of him (no altar required)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Having rose, horse, spear, soldier, or boar imagery around )

Have a stuffed animal horse, boar, vulture, or dog

Place motivational/affirmational notes somewhere you'll see them

Wearing bold colors, such as red or maroon (these colors are UPG; what do you associate with Ares? Wear those!)

Learning how to box or wrestle (a punching bag tends to be helpful)

Engaging with your personal passions

If you have dogs, playing with them

Volunteer at a homeless or animal shelter

Support local veterans; donate to veteran-supporting organizations

Be considerate towards veterans nearby (don't light fireworks in neighborhoods, don't fire weapons in neighborhoods, don't bring up their time fighting without them prompting it, etc.)

Stand up for yourself and others

Assert your boundaries; learn what your boundaries are

Be forgiving to an extent; do not let others continue to wrong you over and over again; learn to let them go and cut them off if possible

Learn about healthy conflict resolution skills; implement them into your life

Own a spear or a sword, and learn how to use it correctly because why the fuck not

Take a walk/hike outside, preferably during the day

Play a sport

Share your passions with others c:

Carry a protective charm with you

Prioritize your own well-being; take care of yourself first, then others when you're able

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May add more later! This is just a basic list of some discreet ways to worship Ares. Hope y'all enjoy, and take care! ❤️

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

#ares deity #ares worship #helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #deity worship #paganblr #pagan tips

[delic7te]

sweet dreams | kaz brekker

kaz brekker x reader

summary: after an exhausting day, kaz lets you spend the night in his office

a/n : sorry for not responding to reqs, life was kinda happening. anyway here's something I wrote a long long time ago

Kaz caught himself looking at you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, as if you might fall into the ground if he averted his gaze away from you.

The Crows were heading back to The Slat, worn out after a risky heist that ended up being a success but left them all exhausted and weak, eager to go lay back for a good sleep.

Except Kaz. The man was almost always wide awake and on watch, busy with something buisness related. He allowed you to tag along with his work at times because you had quite a gift for things like he did, even though he hired you as a weapon more than as a mastermind. But you became both and Kaz trusted you enough to let you help him out with planning heists and managing the Dregs, as you were in the buisness almost as long as he was. Of course, you had your own reputation and jobs, sometimes working for Kaz but mostly for yourself.

Still, Kaz and you partnered up at times.

When you were finally at the Slat, everyone drifted into their rooms immediately and shortly fell sound asleep. But Kaz needed to get some work done as always, which meant he would take you with him.

"Y/N, come along", he told you when you came through the door, glancing down at you again. You looked like you hadn't slept for weeks, your eyelids threatening to shut down any second now. "Huh?"

"There's some paperwork left if you don't mind", Kaz explains as he limps up the stairs, you following behind.

"Alright." A quiet sigh leaves your lips. "I planned on staying up a little anyway" , you lie.

Kaz felt bad for keeping you up even though he knew all you wanted to do was to lay back on your bed and give your mind a rest, but he still kept a straight cold expression when you both sat down in his office.

You took of your coat and put it on the couch by his window, sitting down on a chair opposite of his at his desk. Kaz sat right down, picking up files and spreading them all over the desk. "Where were we?"

You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. "Are you sure this can't wait until the morning?"

It could. He knew it could. Yet something in him told him to keep going and keep you by his side for as long as possible.

Tonight, during a job, Kaz got really concerned for you. It was dangerous, bloody and filthy out there and even though you fend for yourself perfectly in jobs like that, he still sometimes saw you as a butterfly whose wings are about to be torn off by vultures and the cruel world.

He hated that. He hated feeling that type of cautiousness. But when you were in his office, working by his side, he could have an excuse to be in your presence while you were perfectly safe. He would never admit that to you, so he would rather keep you occupied and close to him.

"Hang on for just a few minutes, can you?"

With no choice and a small nod, you get back to all the paperwork scattered on the desk before you. "Atleast we got what we needed tonight."

♤—————————♤

After some time of silent working together, Kaz stands up from the desk. "Excuse me for a minute", he says as he limps to the bathroom.

Kaz shuts the bathroom door, taking off his gloves. He splashes his face and gloves with water, refreshing himself.

His thoughts shift back to his partner in the next room. When had he begun to trust a person like this? Maybe it were your talents: your fighting skills, your calculated moves, your bright, sharp mind. Or it was simply your charm and wit that enchanted him whole.

Those few minutes of peace with you were all he wanted for the rest of his life. It frustrated him, how much space could someone take up in his head.

Kaz walked out of the bathroom, when he saw you lay your head over your crossed arms spread out on the desk. Your eyes were shut and you looked as if you just passed out.

He realized how he kept you up for no reason, just his selfishness, even though you were tired out of your mind. This time he didn't want to wake you, but he figured you won't be comfortable if you fell asleep in the position you were currently in.

"Y/N?", he whispers softly, careful not to startle you.

Your head rises from the wooden surface. "Sorry", you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

Kaz sits back down. "Don't be. You can stay here overnight, if you wish. My room is open to you."

You shook your head. "No, I'll go back to my place, I'll be fine."

He scoffs. "Just accept something for once. We don't want you to pass out on your way out, do we?"

There was silence after you sighed, burying your face in your hands.

"I insist", Kaz finally says, and you didn't want to resist anymore because you knew that in the end he would make you stay.

"Where would you sleep?"

"I don't need to, yet. Don't worry about me."

"Even geniuses need sleep, Kaz", you frown, standing up from your chair.

He shrugs. "Exactly why you're gonna stay here and get some rest."

"I'll just take the couch here."

When you finally layed down on the couch close to his desk, none of you said anything for a long time. Kaz kept scribbling with his pen, which lulled you to sleep even more.

"You did a good job tonight", Kaz breaks the silence, surprising you.

Your eyes find his and you gaze at each other for a moment. A small nod of appreciation was all you left off before letting your eyelids close and the darkness take over.

♤—————————♤

Kaz was finally done with working for the night, which was slowly turning into the morning. It was really late, and you had been asleep for about an hour on the couch, eyes shut and eyelashes spread over your plum cheeks.

You looked relaxed, pleasantly at peace. It was a sight Kaz couldn't take his eyes off.

Before heading to his room, he noticed that it was getting chillier in the space and that nothing covered your body from it.

There was an old blanket hanging from the end of the couch and he picked it up, placing it on top of you and protecting you from the cold in the air.

He admired you one last time. "Sweet dreams, Y/N/N", he whispers, turning around to leave the room.

"Night, bastard", replied a sleepy voice behind his back. Kaz freezes, slight embarrassment washing over him.

He was now glad he wasn't facing you, because he couldn't contain himself from letting his lips stretch into a wide smile.

#kaz brekker x reader #grishaverse imagines #grishaverse #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker #six of crows #six of crows imagine #freddy carter #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine

[d6volution]

plss more mean jax x reader smut i live off your writing 🙏🙏🫶

of course ! i love writing mean jax , 😋

tags: mean!jax, rough oral sex, face fucking, possessive!jax, pervy kinger mention.

You fiddled with your hands nervously, Jax was notorious for getting jealous extremely easily every since you two.. became a 'thing.' It was all sunshine and rainbows until time passed and he became more.. possessive over you.

Even in this small circus with only a limited amount of people he found ways to keep you secluded, if not that then following him like a little lap dog.

But once again he found something to get upset over, leaving you in this predicament now.. waiting for him to finally speak and alllow you to release the breath you'd been holding.

"Ya know doll, I thought we had a good thing goin' here." Jax paced in front of you, and despite his hardened voice ...his smile didn't falter. His pacing was more akin to a vulture stalking it's prey somehow.

"Jax, I—" You tried to defend yourself but he cut you off by laughing, his head briefly falling into his palm.

"Save it, toots. Ya know how much I hate sharin' yet here you are waltzin' around in this skimpy outfit." His hand gestured to your body and you shrunk into yourself in embarrassment. Cheeks flushed. He was right.. but in your defense you were doing it for him.

"And before you say you wore it for me, wouldn't explaining ya being bent over in front of kinger earlier." He said dryly, arms crossed over his chest. His smile finally dropped, and you felt small under his gaze.

Your eyes darted to the door behind him out of pure instinct. Sat at the edge of the bed you felt trapped in this room with him. It caused your heart to thud and a sweat to grow on your brow.

"W.. Well, that was.. he asked me to grab something from under his bed for him!—" Now that you were saying that outloud it did sound kind of.. sketchy.

Your lips suddenly puckered as the bunny grabbed your face with a gloved hand, "Are ya really that dumb, doll? That old man hasn't had action in who knows how long of course he asked ya to do something like that."

Your eyes shyly searched for something else to focus on, which was rather hard given your close proximity.

The grip on your cheeks got stronger, causing you to wince and finally make eye contact with him again.

"There ya go." His grip eased up, "Do I needa remind you who you belong to?" His voice was laced with anger which he had been controlling up until now.

"Only I get to see ya bent over all pretty like that doll, ya hear me?" His voice got low and you shook your head yes, your thighs snapped together in anticipation of what he'd do to you.

He noticed that and just smirked before standing to his full height once more. Arms crossed over his chest.

"Now be a doll and suck me off." He looked down at his nails nonchalantly.

"H.. Huh?" You were caught off guard.

"Let me say it slow for ya toots,"

He leaned down to your height again and you swallowed, "Suck. my. dick. I need to forget about how stupid you were a second ago,"

Your cunt throbbed, and you rubbed your thighs together and with his help his overalls were removed and his semi hard dick was revealed. He simply stared at you expectantly.

Your soft fingers wrapped around his cock and you stroked it a few times before lining it up with your lips, a few inches sliding into the warm depths of your mouth.

He groans, a hand working its way onto the back of your head. "Did ya like givin' kinger a show, babe?" You tried to pull back to answer but he didn't allow you, so you opted to shake your head.

"Oh really?" He mused, "Come on you can multitask can't ya? move your head."

You took him a few inches deeper, nearly at the base but you started moving your head to and fro, slick noises escaping your lips as you got into a decent rhythm. His taste was always addicting, it was hard to not completely lose yourself in it. But, you couldn't.. you knew this was punishment, which means there would be a catch.

There always is.

"Mmn.. and you're sorry for actin' like such a slut as soon you leave my sight?" You nodded, gagging a little as he pushed your head , forcing you to take him deeper. The sound made a chill run down his spine.

"Mn.. good, then ya won't mind if I do this." He slammed your head down to the base and started using your mouth as nothing more than a warm hole. with no regards to your gagging or pushback against him.

His balls slapped against your chin, nose bumping against his pelvis. You swore his tip was bruising the inside of your throat.

Tears sprung at your lash line and you clawed at anything for purchase.

"What's mn—.. the matter doll? Too much for you?" He grins as you look up with teary eyes, "Answer me and maybe I'll go easy on ya.." He said while practically holding you in place against his pelvis. He knew you couldn't answer him like this and just grinned down at you triumphantly.

"That's.. ngh.. right ya can't.. mn, take it." He thrusted in and out quickly, hardly giving you time to even catch your breath before he held you to his pelvis again. Making you choke on his dick. Pathetic garbled moans escaped your full lips.

Your name rolled off his tongue as he sighed in pleasure. Twitching against the constricting walls of your throat.

God, the way you felt around his dick was too much. Your groans vibrating against his cock. "Nngh.. just.. stay just like that babe.. almost..—" You were straining against him, but he wouldn't let up until you felt warm cum filling your throat.

He groaned and finally pulled back, causing you to sputter and cough. "Hha.." You panted and he reached down to caress your face. A hand tilting your chin up. He got a good look at your messy face.

"Ya, good babe?"

"M.. Mnhm..." You nodded, eyes glazed over a little.

"Hm.. good.." He actually squatted down to your height this time, "Because next time ya pull a stunt like that, I'll do more than take your breath away for a few seconds."

He grinned and lightly tapped your face before audiovisual standing to his feet, adjusting himself and leaving you and that throbbing between your legs alone in the room to sit and think about what you'd done.

#the amazing digital circus #ask #jax tadc #minors dni #jax x reader

[the-broken-truth]

Red Eyes [Part 1] - Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Male Spider Teen Reader

Summary: Hello, my name is [Name] [Surname]. I am known as the Crimson Spider from Earth-865. Peter B. Parker recruited me to join the Spider-Society where I was introduced to its leader, Miguel O'Hara. However, since the moment our eyes met, Miguel has developed a dangerous obsession with me. I am unsure if I can handle this situation or if I will end up like others who have been chased away by him.

[Spider-Society Headquarters]

I strolled down the hallway with my hands tucked into the pockets of my Spider-Man suit. Peter B. Parker, the older Spider-Man, guided me to the main hub of their headquarters. The leader of this operation was overseeing the containment of Anomalies and monitoring the Spiderverse, which Miles affectionately referred to as his preferred term over the Multiverse. I personally agree; the Multiverse sounds too mundane.

Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself, allow me to introduce myself: My name is [Name] [Surname], also known as the Crimson Spider of Earth-865; I was bitten by a radioactive spider on my 15th Birthday and y life was never the same again. Being the Crimson Spider was one of the best decisions I had ever made but it take a lot of my time. I try to be a good son to my parents and keep my grades up in school but the world needs saving and i'm going to do what I need to do to keep it safe. I met Peter B. Parker when a strange version of the Vulture came into my world when I was sure that the Vulture was still in prison. I managed to stop him when a portal opened up and another Spider-Man came out of the hole and introduced himself as Peter B. Parker and told me to follow him to come to a place where there were more people like me. I did, i had questions and I needed answers.

"Just a heads up, Miguel is a rather irritated person - he gets mad easily and it's easy to get on his bad side, just ask Miles and Gwen. Now, when we see him, just let me do all the talking." Peter said as he and I entered the main hub and I saw him - Miguel O'Hara - standing before a holographic tablet while watching a video of some kind before he pushed it away and turned to face Peter and me - the first thing I noticed about him was his Red Eyes - just like mine. That's right - I was born with Crimson Red Eyes, I got it from my father's father, who also had red eyes. I was rather popular at school because of my eyes; it's rare to see someone with red eyes.

"Did you catch the Anolmany?" Miguel asked Peter but his eyes were still glaring at me.

"Actually, this kid caught him; had him wrapped like a present by the time I got there." Peter said as he moved out of the way to gesture towards me, I waved at Miguel and he narrowed his eyes before he jumped down and landed right in front of me.

"Who are you?" Miguel asked.

"I'm the Crimson-Spider of Earth-865; at least, that's what Peter tells me." I said as I gestured towards Peter who nodded and smiled.

"You defeated the Anolmany? Interested. Take off your mask and show me your face and tell me your real name.; if you want to work here, I need to know who you really are." Miguel said, I looked over at Peter, who nodded and I looked at Miguel before removing my mask and looking at him with my red eyes; his eyes widened when he saw me.

"My name is [Name] [Surname]." I introduced myself.

"Your eyes...they're red." Miguel said.

"Yes, I got them from my Grandfather; surprisingly, his name is also Miguel." I smiled but Miguel just stood there, looking at my eyes before he turned and jumped back to his platform.

"Give him a bracelet, Peter; he's one of us now and he'll be going on missions with me from now on." Miguel said as he started working again. Peter smiled and gave me a bracelet that kept me from glitching but there was something about the way he said that I would be working with him from now on. Why was he so insistent that i work with him?

#spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #male reader #spider!reader #peter b parker #platonic yandere

[leclercsloveletter]

CL16 | friends or not (pt 2)

Summary: You love Charles, but he keeps you treading on the line between friends and strangers. The humiliation and frustration finally got to you.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem reader

Words count: 2060

Warning: Google translated French

Author's note: Thank you for your support on my first ever fic here! I’m so shock everyone wanted a part 2 so I stayed up til 4AM for this🫶

Life without Charles is just normal life 90% of the time, other than the fact that you allow yourself to see other people. You wish it was easy to indulge in others after him.

Charles lingers as the silent architect of your thoughts, he made a home in your gut and sucked you dry of the ability to spare anyone else half the intimacy you gave him. The touch of others only serves as a poignant reminder of the electrifying chemistry your body once had with him. So when Lando's rough hand rests on your waist, it weighs like an anvil, sinking you onto the floor of the FIA's gala.

Going out with your somewhat ex's coworker isn't the brightest idea, but Monaco is a small place. Once you get roped up into the circle of drivers and their little games, it's hard to get out with your dignity intact. Besides, Lando was one that you can confidently rely on. He was there and he was listening when Charles decided you weren't worthy of his time. Maybe he was waiting for you to break so he could come in, and snatch you up like a vulture for himself, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Darling, are you alright?"

"Yea I'm good Lando, I'm just dreading a bit"

You appreciate Lando breaking the flow of conversation just to check up on you. He let out a sigh before holding you closer

"Y/n, it's okay. I asked so he would be seated at the other end of the table. I know we aren't a committed item yet and it's not in my position to say this but, be mine for tonight, please?"

He held one of your hands in his, giving it a small kiss. He was so kind, so charming, so convincing that you smile back and nod. Lando leans in for a quick kiss that you reciprocate, ignoring every fibre in your body that's screaming from someone's gaze at the other end of the room.

Charles's and your body are in tune in a mysterious way, so when he walks into the gala with his new girl, the air in your lungs thickens into syrup. With his crisp suit, new haircut, and a girl he seems to care more about, Charles looks like a vessel of the Charlie that once had you. Except for the cufflinks you gave him when he won in F2, you wonder if his girl knew. But you already promised Lando that you would be his for tonight, to give him the undivided attention that anyone deserves from their partner. So you lean in closer to him and let his words flow through your head.

Time passes, the alcohol kicks into your system has dulled out and now waiting to be excreted. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom, someone was in there too.

"Oh hey, you're Lando's girlfriend?"

She was beautiful, elegant, and kind. In a red dress that hugged her body exactly where she wanted it to be, her posture so proper it put ballerinas to shame. A girl worthy of Charles's time.

"That's me, I'm Y/n L/n. I see you with Leclerc?"

"Yeah, I'm Charlotte, nice to meet you."

You shake hands, and although you both look well groomed, nails and hair freshly done, you can't help but feel humiliated by her. You both exchange some words and follow each other on Instagram before she returns to her table and you find a stall to sit in silence. Jealousy is a fitting word, humbled is one too, there were so many noises buzzing through your head at once. You need a smoke before going back into that room.

Paris is cold at night, the jacket hung loosely on your shoulders was supposed to be nothing more than a decoration so you shivered when pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. You shoot Lando a text so he knows you're fine and just need a break from the event, he replies with "Gotcha darling, stay warm" and a cutesy emoji, you feel bad for him.

"Still haven't quit smoking Y/n?"

Oh that voice, the voice that makes you want to drop everything to punch him in the face and then kiss him through the blood.

"I think I'll be committed to it until it takes me out, Charles."

"So, how's life?"

The 3 words take you right back to that night in Monte Carlo, it wasn't that long ago, but in your misery, it felt like the previous life.

"Doin' pretty well, got me a cute boy. Doing my master's degree right now, new job, new car, what a life."

"You miss me so much you swoop down to date my friend Y/n?"

"Bold of you to assume everything is about you."

You replied sharply, the embers of the cigarette gazing at your fingertips before you threw it over the balcony you were standing on. The audacity he has is astonishing sometimes, you turn to him

"My life before was all about you, everything I did was for you. Now? I want nothing to do with you Leclerc, I'm sorry that your coworker likes me and he actually cares for me when you weren't around."

Charles was frozen to the ground, he didn't expect such an outburst, not that he would ever. You look at him for a moment, stunned that after everything, all the changes and pain you went through, he made no progress. You walk past him to go back inside, not without putting a hand on his shoulder with a sigh

"Charlotte seems nice, treat her well."

-

Lando was shocked when you told him you're moving to Milan to finish up your last year of master's. He was borderline begging for you to stay despite the whole non-committed thing you guys have. It's funny how you ran away from a situationship to have a new one that lasted more than a year, at least this one was healthier.

"Lando hun, I'm sorry. But I can't stay in Monaco for now, I need something else just for a moment. I'll keep in contact yeah? I'll update you on Pierre and Yuki too."

You hold him tight, there are no tears but only a shared understanding that you both won't work out and mostly, he knew you need to get away from Charles. Neither you nor Lando can live under that shadow, it's merciful that you let each other be. Even when you have to deny the attraction you held for the driver. Packing was easy enough, with boxes of stuff already being shipped to Italy and pictures of Pierre unpacking and messing with your decors in the new flat have been sent.

Your phone buzzes menacingly

"I heard you're moving to Milan, safe trip."

"Thank you, Charles, will tell Pierre you said hi."

Even in moments like this, he taunted you. He's everywhere in your apartment, at the same time, left nothing behind but you. You know when the plane lands in Milan, it will be a true new life. Maybe fate will let you live there, somewhere in Sicily or Naples sipping on limoncello and wearing a wide-brimmed hat.

"Motherfucker, Pierre you didn't tell me Milan was going to be hot as hell?!"

"I thought you checked the weather?! Don't blame me?!"

Banter with Pierre flows smoothly, if there is someone who complimented your insanity, it's Pierre. It's scary how he also possessed the ability to read you like a book, Frenchmen have superpowers you guessed. What you didn't expect however was sitting on the balcony of your new apartment over a glass of wine while he questioned your motive for moving to Milan.

"I know you won't just move here if you still can tolerate his existence Y/n. What was the final straw?"

"There was none, Pierre, it's just nothing was working out and I need a change-"

"Ferme ta gueule Y/n, I knew you both too well for you to think I would believe that"

You pull your legs up to your chest, getting cozy on the beanbag before chugging the whole glass of wine. Pierre has been out of the loop so you told him everything, the catch-up dinner when you broke it off with him, the gala where you both brought someone new and that balcony conversation. Even the little ones like him acting so nonchalantly and saying hi to you on the street or the "safe trip" text. Pierre listens without judgement, although if you add your own hesitancy in there, you would deserve every colourful insult he could think of.

"And do you wanna know the funniest thing is? He never realised where he went wrong, he never truly understood why or how. I'm the villain in his story because I broke his heart. Meanwhile, he shattered my fucking entire existence."

"Do you still love him then?"

"I do Pierre, with every breathing moment."

-

You have to go see Monza, Pierre and Yuki basically dragged you there despite your objection of "I will support you at home on TV". So now you're walking around in the hospitality area, munching on some rather good croissants. Pierre shot you a text to come down to the paddock which you reluctantly agree to.

"Come down with us!! @ AlphaTauri paddock right now."

The AlphaTauri paddock is a bit of a walk away, so naturally, you passed by the Ferrari's. Seeing his face plastered on the paddock wasn't a fun experience but it's fine you said. Until the actual model of those pictures caught you off guard.

"Hey"

Every cell on your body screams the fire you thought you diminished lit up like the Olympic torch. You turn around to see Charles in his race suit, painfully beautiful and surprisingly alone.

"Hi Charles, I'm on my way to Yuki and Pierre. Good luck for today."

Before you can leave, he grabs your arm and you let him pull you back. For the first time, he actually tried to hang on to you.

"Uh, I'm free tonight, I want to talk but over dinner of course. Will you?"

Saying no to Charles Leclerc is like forcing you to shoot an elderly lady in the head. It's impossible and unnatural for you to even consider denying him of anything. And it didn't help when he added

"S'il vous plaît?"

Charles was never one to ask you for something with "please". Your body was always given in a heated clash of tongue and teeth, your soul is even worse. But something shook in you, Charles saying "please" like he's begging for you to spare him your time. The time that you deserved.

"Alright, usual time?"

"Usual time"

He won in Monza that day.

-

"So, how's life?"

Same question, every time, like clockwork. But this time you're in Monza, next to some random canal reflecting the city on its ever-moving water.

"I'm sorry"

"You what?"

Charles' words stunned you. You don't know how to feel, isn't this what you were waiting for? Him to be sorry so you can run back into his arms and love him once more?

"I'm sorry for being hot and cold, I'm sorry for leading you on Y/n. I'm sorry for not seeing your side and wasting your youth. I always wanted us but I was stupid to fuck it up. So please-"

"Stop right there."

Charles looks up in shock, his eyes are almost brimming with tears. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Thank you for apologising, I don't forgive you, Charlie. I don't think I can. So if you're asking me to leave it all behind and act like you didn't throw me down the trenches then don't. However..."

Your heart beats so loudly, that you can feel the blood rushing and the fire coursing through your veins.

"I believe in redemption. So hi, my name is Y/n L/n"

You give out a hand for him to shake, vision starting to blur from tears. Charles stares at your outreaching hand for a moment before grabbing it with speed and strength, as if you would regret it any moment.

"Hi, I'm Charles, Charles Leclerc."

"Like the F1 driver? I think we will be great friends then"

Monza never shines brighter, maybe even more than Monte Carlo.

"I hope so too"

Tag list for this fic: @janeholt3

#charles leclerc #cl16 #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 drivers #cl16 x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x fem reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc angst #Spotify

[reinekes-fox]

Interactive WIPs w Demo

Grey Swan I - Birds of a Rose

The Divine Flock. Some call them crazy, some even dangerous. Some even say the cult is hiding dark secrets. But, in all your life you have yet to find one. After all you should know should there be any dark secrets: you are a member after all! A member, not only of the Divine Flock, but also of the Avis Academy, the best school the cult has. Your life is quiet and follows a strict routine, at least until two Strays from the outside, the normal, world are allowed in the normally so closed off grounds and as a newly appointed Wing it is your job to keep an eye on one of them. With their arrival some of those dark secrets may finally come to light…

You ARE not playing as a BIRD!!!

DEMO https://dashingdon.com/go/13119

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Dark Academia.

Moniker for MC: Wing MC.

Genderselectable MC: cis male or female, trans male or female. However due to growing up in a cult, MC wont know that trans is a thing/what it means, this is something MC can learn about. The same goes for sexual orientation: play as gay, bi, straight, aroace or ace, but be prepared for consequences.

Pick your level of devotion: be a devout follower of the teachings of the Divine Flock, reject it partly or wholly, or simply not care. All of it will have consequences.

Choose one of various school clubs, your volery, and get an unique storyline. Ranging from dance to school security, to managing your social media page.

Important people: Your flock, a group of younger pupils you were responsible for before the Strays arrived. You may not be their Wing on paper anymore, but you still hold a special place in their heart! They do miss you and are looking forward giving you a present on your birthday!

Your volery: whichever volery you joined, you are going to met pupils that are just as enthusiastic about your chosen interest as you are! Some more than others.

Your parents. It’s another question if the relationship between you is good, but important it surely is!

ROs: Fuchsia King

Chase Watson

Wing Droznik Juschka

Wing Astoria Rapace

-only for Peacocks: Marter

-only for Swans: Elrond/Estelle Falkenflug

-Vampire route: Sebastian Voss

-AMAB Raven RO: Marcel Rabenschlag

Grey Swan II - Hawks and Doves

Unless otherwise stated you are playing as a normal human! Two legs, two arms, internal organs, hopefully a brain too. We will see how much of this organ stays intact after state propaganda, will we?

Someone once said that you were the most happiest youth in the world after the Great Heartbeat, that had shattered the old world. Earlier you would have agreed in a heartbeat, wearing the light green uniform of your state youth organisation. But now? When war has come to Avistrions shores and news reels show only destruction ?

Choose your gender, way of thinking and stance while growing up in a religious dictatorship on the giant island Avistrion. Be a devout follower of the Divine Flock, the only thing that survived the earthquake that devastated the earth. Or be the Vulture, trying to rip it to shreds, while wearing the badge of youth leadership… where will you be when war strikes your so closed off country? Which side will you be on when it ends? Will you even survive long enough to see the outcome?

Moniker for MC: Fugol MC.

ROs

Agon Falkenflug Adler/Weihe Habichtklau

Johanna/Nikola Arra

Grey Swan III - Wisteria Birds

Wisteria Birds (fantasy, drama, angst)! Currently on pause.

You are beautiful, trained in art and music. You are deadly, trained in the unique weapons that no one except you can use. You are dying. Kept alive by the very same thing that keeps you save from others abusing their power over you… You have no rights. But you can do whatever you want, even kill, without having to fear any consequences. You are the most pleasant death that anyone can wish for. You are an artwork. And all you are supposed to be is look pretty, show of your owners wealth. But oh, you could become so much more…

You play as a highly specialised trained entertainer… an Artwork, expensive companion to the rich and noble ones in Aklant, a country with rigid rules and unspoken laws, strict class divide and obsessed with anything that shows how rich they are… or at least let them appear rich. Artworks themselves are outside of this all, freed from all those social chains, but not seen as human… maybe its time to change that? Or leave the status quo as it is, up to you!

Moniker for MC: Artwork MC.

ROs:

Fauconniers, your potential buyers:

Chevalier Armand Sanson Alexandre Desrosier Others, you may work together with one or more of them? “Mouette” Sanglant du Verdier

You have been a Hound, the human companion of a vampire, for years.

Until you find yourself among the undead and masterless after a night where everything went wrong… leaving you with no other choice but to move back in with your parents.

ROs (will expand)

Theo Grimm

Agent Rosa Caleb

Marian Viorel

Ghibli inspired! Mainly Howls moving castle.

You play someone from our world who ends up in another world! Since this is an aspect I greatly enjoyed in the book and was really sad they didnt include in the movie, there will be chances of jumping between the worlds (and of course becoming a magician too!).

ROs, some are locked into specific magic combinations:

Opera Job and changing into Animals: Santu Cajarin

Changing into Animals: Rosalind Eagledancer

#interactive fiction #birds of a rose #wisteria birds #if #cyoa #urban fantasy #dark academia #vögel der rose #low fantasy #hundsnächte #dog nights #citadel of dancing birds

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Could you write a Miguel O’Hara fic where Y/n finds a lost dog and Miguel is annoyed cause the dog is getting too much attention?

Spider pup

plot: you find a lost puppy and you take it home and you starts giving the puppy so much love and affection that your boyfriend get annoyed by it but after a fight with some guy goes awry someone is unexpected help him

A/N: first fic requested and Miguel O’Hara x reader so I may cause him to be a bit off character

“Okay little one welcome to your new home “ you said as hold a cutest puppy ever during your normal walks in getting home from visiting a kid you were tutoring for their math when you spotted the puppy he looked so lost and no collar so when you took him to the vet to see if he was microchipped in case to contact the owner which there wasn’t so you decided to keep the little furry puppy to yourself and train little guy which you name her Jessica after the spider woman from the past . After all that you introduced her to your boyfriend Miguel O’Hara aka Spider-Man, A.I assistant and helper Lyla, which she personally adores the puppy right away but she returned to assist Spiderman in a battle with vulture. So you have to wait for him to get home to meet the puppy “can you keep a secret Jessica?” Your new pup perks her ears “ my boyfriend is Spider-Man and he is going to love you like you’re his own kid “ with that you gotten attacked by puppy kisses which you laugh with joy.

From the moment when Miguel came back from a rough fight with the vulture, all he wanted to do is to get his suit off and snuggle in bed with you. He heard the squeaky noise as he walked in the room causing him to look at a dog toy “what the-“ he was about to speak until a small dog runs up to him and pawing his leg . He was diffidently confused until rush out and picked up the puppy holding it close to you “hey Miguel” you kissed his cheeks “how was your fight?” After saying that he grimaced “it’s was fine I still got a few punches here and there “ he answered while staring at the pup “Y/N why is a puppy doing here?” You explain to him how you found the pup and decided to take care of her. “Plus I feel lonely at times” you admit to him which he sighs and he finally allows you to keep it shouldn’t be a bother right?

Miguel instantly regretted agreeing to keep the puppy after a couple of weeks why? Because you’re spending so much attention to Jessica that he starts feeling jealous towards the pup “why did I ever agree to keep that darn dog again?” He grumbles and lyla responds “ because you love her and the pup is adorable” he made a face at her as you walked in holding Jessica giving her lots of love and affection (even a mini spider suit) heck he couldn’t get intercourse with you without the interruptions from the pup. “Hey miggy , me and Jessica are going out for a walk” you told him “we will be back soon” he mumbles a okay as you left for a walk as Miguel is ready for his Spider-Man duties.

It’s wasn’t a hour after the walk with your new pup and went to take a nap, Jessica senses something was wrong, not that you were in danger but no she could tell something was wrong and like any normal young dog she went to investigate until she heard Lyla trying to get a hold on Miguel “ come on Miguel what’s happening there ?” Even though she is a dog and can’t understand what is happening her new dad was in trouble and she needs to find him to help. She sniffs certain things that Miguel wore the other day and recognizes his so she can fallow the scent as Jessica sneakily left the building without you or Lyla knowing.

Spider-Man is losing this fight of robbers and using enough of his skills that he has against the few but this one robber wasn’t giving up easily heck Miguel fang didn’t even have an effect on the guy which is kinda scary for him “lookie, lookie” that guy said with a disgusting grin as he picked up a exhausted spider man “I’m going to be the first one to destroy you spider man” as he about throw Miguel out of the building the robber dropped him on the floor as he screams in pain . “Something just bit my arse!!” Those word made Miguel look up and see what happened, what he saw was both funny and unexpected thing he saw, Jessica in that spider man dog costume biting the robber and barking /growling fearlessly at the man to save him “I got this “ he said as he finished the robber off and Jessica hops on to them giving them the scariest growl ever making Miguel smile underneath the mask “ I guess I was wrong about you little Jessica, you aren’t just someone stealing my girl heart away from me” picking up Jessica as police are about to come in to arrest the criminals “you helped me on a sticky situation , you are hero on this one spider pup” with that he holds the spider pup close to him not letting it fall out of his grasp as he and the spider pup return home

Back at home you woke up from your nap to hear nothing not a whimper from Jessica or any grumpy tired groan from Miguel which made you worried about them , you rushed into the living space where you stopped and see your Miguel sleeping in his spider suit unmasked but letting Jessica cuddle up next to him. That made you smile that both the pup and your boyfriend are finally getting along together.

~fin

a/n: my first ever request is done and I hope you all enjoyed reading this oh and also I leave you with this picture of cuteness

#miguel o'hara x reader #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #request

[bby-deerling]

hello!! first of all, i love your writing i think it's really well done. i was wondering if i could request for your event? "heaven can wait" + zoro? sfw please! thank you 🥰

you're so sweet anon! <3 thank you for the lovely request!

zoro x fem!reader + heaven can wait (sfw)

very fluffy, ft. special guest sanji being sanji, pride and prejudice references bc i cant help myself wc: 632 masterlist, song inspo

Groggy, aching, and bandaged, Zoro is not happy as he comes to his senses in the infirmary bed.  On top of being grievously injured enough to miss out on valuable time training, there was an obnoxious buzzing sound in his right ear that just wouldn’t stop.

As he floated back into consciousness, he realizes, that no, he doesn’t have a sudden acute case of tinnitus; the shitty cook just won’t shut up.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you—” Sanji swoons; his tone of voice is half-joking, but is like nails on a chalkboard to Zoro nonetheless.

Though Zoro’s eyes are still closed, he can feel you roll yours as you squeeze the swordsman’s hand.

“You’re more Collins than Darcy, blondie.” you tease.  “I’m saying the word to cease all talk of your affections.”

“You wound me, dear!” he exclaims, feigning surprise and Zoro hears the clink of dishes—he must have brought something for you.  “Despite your constant rejection, I love you and love you and—”

Zoro groans and sits up.  “Quit buzzing around my woman like a mosquito and get me something to eat, moron.” he rasps.  You smirk and hand him a glass of water that he eagerly gulps down, throat dry from too many hours of sleep.  A bowl of half-eaten crème brûlée sits in your lap, and Zoro is increasingly irritated that the stupid cook hadn’t left to bring him any food yet and was instead staring at him expectantly.

“What?” the swordsman snarls.

“Least you can do is say please, mosshead.” the cook snaps back.

“The least you can do is say thank you for saving your ass.  Again.” Zoro growls, starting to lose his patience.  You give Sanji a glare, and the cook sighs and heads for the door.

“And read a different book for a change, moron.” Zoro shouts at the cook’s back, only getting a distant grumble in response as the door slams.

“Want some?” you ask, offering some of your dessert to the swordsman, but he shakes his head.

“Too sugary.  Need some real food right now.” he replies gruffly as he shifts over in the bed to make room for you.

“He’s damn annoying.” he growls as you climb in next to him and snuggle into his side.  “I’m out for a few hours and he’s circling around you like a vulture.”

“He does that all the time.” you point out.  “He’s just lays it on thicker when you’re not awake to set him straight.”

“I better not die before you do then, I’d go crazy having to watch him swooning over you like an idiot.” he grumbles.

You giggle, mouth full of a spoonful of custard.  “He is like a mosquito; you swat him away, but he just keeps coming back.” you say with a smirk once you swallow.  “Makes a damn good crème brûlée though.”

“You’ve convinced me.  Gimme a taste.” Zoro says, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.  He moves to deepen the kiss, but is stopped by a pain in his side and lets out a hiss.  You check his bandages to make sure everything is still in place, and help him settle back into a comfortable position, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He lets out an exhausted sigh.  He’s happy to have you snuggled up with him while he recovers, but is frustrated that the heaven of your touch would have to wait.  The door of the infirmary swings open, slamming against the wall and interrupting his thoughts.

At least the cook was finally back with his damn bowl of soup.  Hopefully he wouldn’t stick around too long this time.

#one piece x reader #x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x you #one piece scenario #100 follower event #i had so much fun writing this hehe

[getsojaded]

you don’t go to parties || calum hood

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: ALCOHOL!!!! pls continue with caution if triggering. + swearing, and a fuck ton of angst. like a stupid amount. calum x she/her reader, lowercase intended!

a/n: guess what my fav song off 5sos5 is lol. i am so in love with this album so i quickly wrote this up xoxo

i still think about the times we were heavy

racehorse trippin' on the dirt that you got on me

vultures spinnin' up above of what's left of me

we go stupid every night, what a tragedy

“you are not about to take another shot,” calum’s slurred voice laughs at the girl beside him, as she attempts to make a clean pour into the small glass in front of her. needless to say, she didn’t do such a good job. that’s what happens when you’re one too many drinks in.

“you smoked four joints outside. i’m allowed to take as many shots as i want!” she responds, tilting her head back as the liquid runs down her throat, resulting in a sour face from y/n as she reaches for the closest bottle of coke.

a red, puffy eyed calum stumbles closer towards y/n and embraces her in a hug, kissing her temple. “we do this too much, don’t we?” he asks, as he sways their bodies back and forth.

“yeah, way too much..” she trails off, as the two get lost in the moment of each other, standing in the middle of the overcrowded kitchen.

the music is loud, the room is hot, there’s too many people, and there’s too many coloured lights flashing everywhere.

but calum and y/n didn’t care. staring into each others eyes with the widest grins plastered across their faces, they both knew that they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

when you’re young, the number one rule you’re always told is have fun, you’re never gonna get these years back.

the pair made sure to do everything possible to make sure they wouldn’t regret it.

but being young doesn’t last forever.

in the blink of an eye, life changes and the real world is in front of you.

no more college parties getting absolutely shitfaced every weekend. no more spontaneous adventures in the middle of the night because you have nothing else to do. no more doing things that you shouldn’t be doing. no more distractions.

no more young love.

calum and y/n couldn’t have seen it coming at all.

but when you’re having as much fun as them two, who would’ve?

calum realized that school wasn’t for him, and started pursuing a music career with him and his friends that he met in college, who felt the same way as he did.

y/n on the other hand, was determined to earn her degree and make her family proud.

despite their differences, they had no doubts about keeping each other around. they loved one another, and that’s what truly matters, right?

so calum didn’t think too much of it when he started going to parties alone, when y/n declined because of her loads of homework piling up on top of another.

he always made sure to come back to her at the end of the night, holding her tight while she slept, burnt out from the thousands of words she read just hours before he came back to her dorm — he had practically moved in, although he wasn’t even in school anymore.

and it worked for them.

until they got older.

still so in love, they managed to get a place together after y/n graduated. and while y/n was out and about hunting for jobs, calum was in the studio with his band.

and whenever calum was in the studio with his band, it led to a party at the end of it. and he always made sure that his y/n was on his hip, as they drank and danced the night away together.

“they’re so cute,” luke chuckled as michael was pouring himself another drink, as they watched the two hold each other as they drunkenly sang the words to some old chris brown r&b love song — of course calum knew every word.

michael turns his head to the couple standing in the middle of the living room, and even though there’s a countless amount of people beside them, it feels like they’re the only two people in the room. “they’re forever. no doubt about it.” michael responds to the blonde boy sitting next to him, a little smile curved on his face.

–

i’m still here in the darkness

back where we started

you made me a heartless monster

i’m caught up in distractions

fatal attractions

i’m starting to come undone

it was so good.

it was so good, until it wasn’t.

when y/n started working full time, calum and his band still had nothing else to do. i mean, an album release and a world tour just before, you need some sort of a break.

y/n started working 9-5’s and calum was still showing up to functions without his plus one. one party turned into fifty parties, and next thing you know, it’s a surprise it calum makes it home before y/n goes to bed. y/n was so busy, she couldn’t even tell that calum had been going out so frequently until her first day off rolled around the corner.

and there she was, sitting in the middle of their shared apartment, watching tv and waiting for her boyfriend to come home.

she knew that she should go to bed; she had work the next day. but she’s never spent a day without at least knowing where he was. at least that’s what she thought.

calum rolls in around 3:00 am, stumbling into their home and kicking off his shoes. y/n rushes towards him to make sure he doesn’t fall, her arms wrapping around his body as he clutches onto her shoulders. “baby, you’re awake. it’s so late!” he slurs, kissing her on the cheek.

“i was waiting for you,” she whispers in response, assisting him in going upstairs. “does this happen every night?”

“only the nights you don’t come with me.”

“so… every night.”

–

calum’s never felt more pain in his life. yeah, he’s felt like shit when he’s throwing up outside some random person’s backyard, or when he loses his balance and falls face first into the pavement, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment that y/n walked out on him.

coincidentally, calum had no intentions of staying out past his studio session today. walking into their abode before midnight was now a rare occurrence, and it felt refreshing to calum as he drives home, the sky painted a pink and orange shade as the sun started to go down.

walking into his apartment and being greeted by duke — which hadn’t happened in quite a minute — the house was quiet.

i mean, when calum goes home, it’s always quiet. y/n’s always sleeping. but this silence felt eerie. from what calum was aware of, y/n had always liked to keep some music on throughout the house while she did her activities — work, cooking, showering, anything.

“y’know where mama is, duke?” calum asks the little dog in front of him, getting up from his knees and making his way up the stairs, duke following behind him as he opens the door to their bedroom.

there y/n is, sitting at her desk, with her laptop and various notebooks spread out. but her laptop isn’t turned on, and it doesn’t look like she’s doing anything. she’s just sitting there.

walking towards his girlfriend, he takes notice of a suitcase placed beside her desk, he dismisses it, and greets her with a kiss on the cheek. “hey baby, how’s your day been?”

she turns her chair to face him, getting a clear look of him before she starts to speak. “you’re here early.”

“yeah, nothing to do after the sesh today.”

“hey calum, let me ask you something.”

calum should’ve known something was off the moment she called him by his first name.

“yeah, what’s up?” he responds, throwing himself onto the bed and getting into a comfy position.

“when was the last time you actually bothered to have a conversation with me?”

“what?” he confusedly asked in response. “where is this coming from? i literally had one with you yesterday morning.”

“you said good morning to me, and proceeded to tell me that you were going to be home late. that’s not a conversation. in fact, that’s all you’ve been saying to me for the past four months.”

it's safe to say that y/n wasn't in the picture anymore.

after countless of apologies and promises from calum's side, she knew what was best for her – she knew that he was too late. so a few days after what y/n felt like the hardest, but at the same time, easiest breakup that she'd ever have to do, she gathered all her things. from the bedroom, to the bedroom, to the fucking kitchen, and left.

the fact that breaking up with him felt easy broke her heart in two.

she loved him. she loved him so fucking much. and he let her down. he disappointed her to a depth she would've never thought he would reach.

so she said her goodbyes to the fluffy little dog following her, kissing his soft head and whispering, "take care of him, okay?" with duke barking in response as she made her way towards the front door.

"goodbye, cal."

when calum came home to dead silence, he knew what had happened. doesn't mean he liked it, though.

rushing up the stairs to see an empty half of a bedroom and a cleaner, less product filled bathroom, he knew what she had done.

and there's nobody else to blame but himself.

–

and now it’s 5 am clinging to my couch

and everyone i ever knew is standing in my house

oh, i’m wondering who i’m looking for

cause you don’t go to parties anymore

i got the last five years running out my mouth

always stay too late, i should kick me out

oh, i'm wondering who i'm looking for

cause you don't go to parties anymore

describing calum as a fucking wreck was an understatement. all that man did was party, after all. but this was getting out of hand.

luke, ashton, michael, and even their fucking partners tried talking to calum to try and get him out of this excessive phase. "there's better ways to handle this," michael would tell calum when he catches him in a sober state.

"she's gone because this was all i did," calum would respond. "i have no reason to stop now."

and everyday, you would catch calum at some random los angeles party. it could be a distant mutuals, a random person's, or even his own.

sometimes it would be his own house a little too much – he couldn't handle the loneliness.

which explains calum's extreme lack of sobriety in his backyard, going on a tangent about the mistakes he's made.

the poor, unlucky guy taking a seat next to calum on the couch was not prepared for calum's behaviour.

"is she here?"

"who's here?"

"y/n, my ex."

"sorry dude. don't think so."

"we were together for five fucking years. five years and i fucked it all up. it's all my fault, and i'm never gonna get her back. i miss her so much, i'm never gonna be the same without her," calum pours his heart out to the complete stranger sat beside him, taking another swig from the bottle of tequila he was holding.

the backyard is filled with so many people, and it's almost a challenge to walk around, yet his eyes are still looking for the girl that got away, while he continues to talk about her.

luke walks over to the couch that calum and the unfamiliar person are seated on. "hey, is he bothering you?" luke asks, earning a chuckle from the guy. "nah, at least not yet. he's just been.. talking about his ex."

luke sighs, rubbing his forehead. "yeah man, i'm sorry you had to hear all that. he's been like this for way too long now, doing the same shit every night. i've had to drag him out of people's houses in the middle of the night a couple times 'cause he had no other way home."

"damn.. she really did a number on him, huh?" stranger responds, luke nodding. "i understand why she left, and i think he does too," he points to calum. "he's just having a hard time accepting it."

calum turns towards both boys sitting beside him with an upset expression plastered all over his face. "of course i'm having a hard time accepting it! it's all my fault! i drove away the only girl i'd ever been in love with and i'll never be able to get her back!" the drunk, heartbroken boy explains, finishing the last of his bottle before kicking it onto the ground, away from him.

as the early morning creeped up and his house got more and more empty, the three boys decided to stay back and help him clean up, knowing that the host himself won't be able to.

"feels like we've been cleaning forever." luke mindlessly says, checking the time. "holy shit. 5 am."

"we need to do something about this, he can't keep doing this to himself." ashton frustratedly stats, picking up what felt like the 500th solo cup on the ground.

"what's it gonna take for him to listen? we've tried so hard." michael says, gathering all the empty bottles of alcohol and throwing them into his recycling bin.

"we all know who he's gonna listen to. but i doubt that she'll ever want to speak to him again."

as the trio take a look at the man currently sprawled against the now empty couch, he begisn to stir, and slowly opens his eyes.

"this," ashton points to the situation in his backyard, "needs to fucking stop. i don't know how many times we have to tell you this."

"i know man, i know. i'm sorry. thank you for helping me clean." calum sheepishly says, now feeling embarrassed at his three best friends stand in front of him in disappointment.

"did, did she show?" calum speaks up again, the tiniest glimmer of hope laced in his voice.

"no. you should know this. she doesn't go to parties anymore."

#calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood imagine #luke hemmings imagine #michael clifford imagine #ashton irwin imagine #calum hood angst #luke hemmings angst #michael cliford angst #ashton irwin angst #calum hood fluff #luke hemmings fluff #michael clifford fluff #ashton irwin fluff #calum hood smut #luke hemmings smut #michael clifford smut #ashton irwin smut #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer angst #5sos angst #5 seconds of summer fluff #5sos fluff #5 seconds of summer smut #5sos smut #you don't go to parties

[sunnyhvnny]

How would Maegor react if his wife gives him a son but the son has all her features? Maegor knows that she couldn’t have cheated on him since he had her locked up the whole time.

Maegor hadn’t given much thought to his newborn son’s features, that was until he heard the rumors and gossip floating about in court.

He had taken many wives and waited many years for a child of his own and now that his darling wife has given birth to a healthy babe, and not just any babe but a son, at that. People wanted to whisper that it wasn’t his.

His son barely left his arms as his dear wife rested and recovered from the strenuous birth. He took the infant with him to small council meetings and to the throne room and everywhere he went he heard the horrible whispers.

“That boy is no Targaryen.”

“They call him Maegor The Cruel, but if he truly believes that to be his son he deserves the title of Maegor The Fool.”

“I always knew that wife was a whore. She probably entertains her guards and servants when the king is away.”

At first, Maegor had thought he would let the rumors pass. The people would live in the Red Keep were like vultures and when another scandal came around they’d latch onto that but by the time his son was sitting up and giggling, the rumors had not abated.

Maegor knew the child was his. No, the little boy didn’t resemble him, but his dear wife was always in her chambers with the doors locked when Maegor wasn’t in there. For her safety, of course. She couldn’t have been able to take anyone else to bed. On top of all of that, as the little boy grew, the more he resembled his mother.

Maegor obviously would have preferred his son and heir to resemble him, to show off the might and power of the Targaryens but when he looked into his child’s wide eyes and smiling face, Maegor couldn’t help but be glad that he had a healthy and happy child.

Maegor had nearly learned to ignore the whispers of the court until his wife started to leave her chambers. After she had given him a healthy and living heir, Maegor had only thought it was right to allow her to leave her rooms for a few hours during the day. His dear wife was always a sensitive woman and as soon as she caught wind of the rumors she immediately went to her husband. Begging him not to believe them. She had sobbed to her husband that her son was his and that the Ladies and Lords at court had no idea what they were talking about.

Maegor had only kissed her forehead and told her that he knew. The next day, Maegor had made sure to seat himself on the iron throne with his son of four moons wiggling in his arms as he called for everyone to come to the throne room. It was there that he declared that anyone who dared speak slanderous words about his dear wife and heir to the throne would have their head on a pike for all to see.

He went to his wife after that and handed her their son. Their son who was the spitting image of his mother. She smiled at him for defending her and their little boy. That night, Maegor had made sure to go to her chambers and spill his seed inside of her for the first time since she gave birth.

While he loved his son, he needed more children, and despite having other wives, they had yet to present him with a child of his own. It was only his dear wife who had bore him a child and hopefully the children that Maegor was sure would come would have more Targaryen features.

#house of the dragon #hotd #Maegor Targaryen #maegor targaryen x oc #maegor targaryen x reader #maegor the cruel

[misshoneyimhome]

The new chapter of your intern series just ignite more thirsty thots I don’t know if the intern can answer questions from journalist but how will Willy react to the OC being a menace/boss on mic handling the journalists I feel this will ignite a breeding kink and overstimulation kink. Bonus points fans simp on social media and his reaction towards it considering he needed to get rid of the guy she went on date with.

Alright, love, this really got me thinking - and how could I not exploit the recent situation involving our cherished Willy boy? 🙈🤍

Now it might have taken a softer turn than I first expected, but I hope it still encapsulates your idea 😉 A lot of Nylander family vibes going on

[and in case you were wondering who took that family photo in the park - it was intern 😂]

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); fingering; unprotected sex;

Word count: 4.3K

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Old, but I'm not that old - Young, but I'm not that bold I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

"Wait your turn, one at a time!" your voice echoed across the room.

However, the journalists were swarming like hungry vultures. The atmosphere was pure chaos as the media session was about to commence, and you were short-handed to manage it all. To add to the tumult, the announcement of William Nylander's contract extension was imminent, stirring up pandemonium throughout the arena's corridors.

Naturally, every reporter wanted a slice of the Swedish hockey star, and in their desperate thirst for information, they were attacking anything and everything within reach.

With all hands-on deck, the staff was occupied with the preparations for today's training session and media obligations. Thus, you found yourself tasked with wrangling the journalists, keeping them at bay until everyone was ready for the big announcement.

But it was easier said than done.

As an intern, you typically wouldn't be directly handling the press, usually working in the background, taking notes, or occasionally guiding them to the players. However, on this day, you were thrust into the heart of the media chaos.

"Please, bear with us! Just a few more minutes," you urged, striving to maintain composure and assert control over the situation.

"Can't you give us anything?" a man's voice boomed across the room, drawing everyone's attention towards you, assuming you were the one to provide answers, as it appeared as if there was no one else present to address their inquiries.

"Sorry, I'm not the one to disclose that information. It's for the managers to announce," you responded with a friendly smile, positioned in front of the microphones and cameras.

This situation was definitely unfamiliar to you.

You weren't used to being in the spotlight with the press, but you were giving your utmost to maintain a professional demeanour.

"When will William Nylander be coming out?" a woman's voice called from the back.

"Just a few minutes more," you reassured.

"You said that a few minutes ago! Come on, what's the news on the extension? Is he staying in Toronto? What's his new salary?" 

The gunfire of questions continued, and you were more than aware of the need to be cautious with your responses. Despite the swirl of rumours, debates, and discussions already going on in the media, you knew better than to offer any breadcrumbs. Speaking to the press wasn't your usual role, but Jennifer had entrusted this task to you, and her trust bolstered your confidence.

And as the relentless questioning swirled around you, and the pressure mounted to keep everyone on standby until Nylander and the players were ready to address the media, you relied on your instincts.

"William Nylander's contract extension has been in the works for quite some time. It's only fair to allow them the necessary time to finalise any crucial details. Moreover, pressuring me to answer questions I'm not privy to won't quicken the provision of information. Please, have patience and wait for those who can furnish you with accurate responses. It'll make the process smoother for all of us. Thank you," you asserted, your voice carrying a newfound confidence that surprised even you. And interestingly, your firm stance seemed to command the respect the journalists should to have shown.

In fact, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in how effectively you handled the situation. Maybe you should put "Media Boss Ass Bitch" onto your resume?

And as soon as you’d managed to calm down the press, Jennifer stepped in and announced that Coach Keefe would now be addressing them. Despite feeling confident in your ability to handle the situation, a sense of relief washed over you as you stepped out of the spotlight and returned to your usual spot behind the press.

Just as you settled back into your familiar space, a certain Swedish forward joined you, waiting for his turn to face the media.

"Damn, you handled them so well, baby," he whispered softly behind you, trying not to attract too much attention.

"Thanks, Willy," you replied with a soft smile, keeping your focus on the task at hand.

"I swear, that turned me on like crazy, y/n/n..."

His seductive words, spoken in a husky whisper, sent a shiver down your spine, and you had to suppress a gasp.

"Not here... not now, Willy," you whispered back firmly, though both of you knew it was futile. William had a way of exerting a certain power over you, capable of rendering you helpless with just a few sweet words.

"No, but later, babe," he casually replied, walking past you and offering a cheeky wink before taking his place in front of the media.

A tremendous rush surged through your body, as you were more than proud of William. And it wasn't just because he was an incredibly talented hockey player deserving of every bit of praise; it was also about how remarkably well he handled it all. For months, the media had relentlessly pressured him for hints about the negotiations, yet he remained cool and composed throughout the ordeal.

He had a natural knack for keeping his composure in tough situations, unruffled by external influences. He stayed focused on his game, and above all, his unwavering confidence was unshakeable. Regardless of losses or games where he hadn't scored or assisted, his self-assurance remained resolute. It was just a part of his personality.

He had proven to the entire hockey world that he deserved every compliment and penny. And what impressed you most was that despite his confidence, he never came across as arrogant. He knew his worth and carried himself accordingly, plain and simple.

And as the intense day of media commitments, practice, and team celebrations came to an end, you felt drained as the workday drew to a close. 

But as you thought the day was winding down, a sudden collision brought you back to attention, and you mentally scolded yourself for not paying closer attention to your surroundings.

"I'm so sorry, sir," you immediately apologised. And when looking up, you were met with a familiar, somewhat smug face - only older and with less hair. It was Michael Nylander.

"It's okay," he simply smiled. "Maybe you can tell me where I can find my son William?"

"Yeah, of course. I think he's still in the locker room," you replied with a smile, attempting to maintain a composed demeanour. "I could show you the way if you'd like?"

"Oh, I'm good, I know my way around here," Michael chuckled before bidding you goodbye.

"Nice one, y/n," you muttered to yourself, realising he probably knew his way around the arena like the back of his hand, having been here countless times.

And as your work for the day then concluded, a vision caught your eye, prompting a shift in your plans for the evening. William was engaged in a heartfelt conversation with his close family members, apart from Alex, who was in Pittsburgh. 

In your head, you had initially contemplated surprising him tonight, dressed to the nines, to celebrate his contract extension. However, witnessing this intimate family moment had you change your mind, yet you couldn’t help but stop and stare, smiling as you appreciated how endearing he was with his family.

But before you could collect your thoughts, you were interrupted.

William approached you, his soft voice breaking through your reverie, pulling you back to the present moment.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey yourself," you smiled softly in return.

"So, I was wondering if you had any plans tonight?" His voice carried a hint of softness and nervousness as his gaze met yours intensely.

"Well, I had planned on giving you a proper celebration," you chuckled lightly. "But seeing that your family is here, I suppose that'll have to wait until we're alone..."

Though there was no one nearby, both of you kept your voices low and tried to maintain composure, careful not to draw attention.

"How about you come out with us tonight?" he suggested with a gentle smile.

"Like you mean, you and your family?" you asked, somewhat taken aback, which earned a light nod and a chuckle from William.

"Yeah, we're having dinner later... and I'd like for you to join us," he said, flashing a confident smile.

"Do you think that's a bit risky?" you questioned, feeling a bit hesitant.

But William shook his head, pausing for a moment as he considered his words. "No, I mean, everyone on the team already knows... besides, I really want to introduce you. You know, as my girlfriend," he whispered softly, unintentionally sending another shiver down your spine.

Girlfriend?

The word made you smile, resonating in your mind, and prompting a gentle nod from you.

"Alright..." you replied, offering him a sweet smile, which in turn earned a proud grin from him before he returned to his family.

**

"Oh! So, this is y/n!" Stephanie exclaimed with excitement as you greeted the Nylanders at William's condo.

"The one and only," you softly chuckled, stepping into the spacious living room where the whole family had already gathered, with Michael busy in the kitchen and William's sister relaxing on the sofa. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Despite a hint of nervousness within you, being in their company somehow made you immediately feel at ease.

"Don't be so formal!" Camilla chuckled, pulling you in for a warm hug. "You're family now," she said, flashing you a warm smile, before turning to William, who stood beside you. "You, on the other hand, are in great trouble, young boy..."

And William couldn't help but chuckle at his mother's teasing scolding.

During their visit to Toronto prior to the contract extension negotiations, William had confessed everything about your relationship. From your status as an intern to the complications of a relationship that was likely frowned upon by management, to how he felt jealous when he saw you on a date with someone else.

For some time now, especially after the Sweden tour, William had yearned to share the news about you. As he as someone not used to being in a committed relationship, he felt a sense of pride in finally being able to introduce you to his entire family as someone he’s romantically involved with. 

Naturally, he’d told the story in his signature nonchalant, laid-back manner. Nevertheless, he wholeheartedly admitted to how he had fallen in love with you and pursued you at every opportunity.

And it seemed that William's family welcomed you with open arms. Despite teasing him for being a flirt and playfully scolding him for falling for someone he shouldn't have, they showed unwavering support for your relationship, recognising how happy you made him.

"So, must be nice to know he's going to stick around for a while?" his mother commented during dinner.

"Very much so," you replied, offering her a warm smile, quickly meeting William’s eyes as you shared a smile. 

Truth be told, you felt like a part of the family right away. They were all so kind and sweet. And after enjoying Michael's delicious meal, you all went for a walk with the dogs, taking in the wintry scenery of Toronto.

Then as William observed how effortlessly you bonded with his family; a newfound desire slowly grew within him. Something that had been triggered earlier that day, as he’d witnessed your confidence and strength - a desire to spend his life with you and possibly start a family of your own one day.

Your laughter harmonising with his sisters' as you strolled through the park felt like sweet music to him. Watching you share stories and details about yourself with them made his heart flutter in a way he hadn't experienced before.

And when it was time to bid each other farewell, as the family headed back to the hotel, Camilla embraced you once more and offered heartfelt words.

"It's good that he's finally found someone like you... please be good to my little boy."

All you could do was return her sentiment with a sweet smile.

"I'd want nothing more."

Those words rang with absolute truth. Being with William felt more natural and right than anything else you had experienced before. Now that he had officially introduced you to his family, the only remaining step was for you to finish this internship, allowing you both to be together publicly and officially.

And upon returning to the condo, radiant smiles adorned both your faces.

"What?" you chuckled, noticing William's expression.

"Nothing... I'm just happy you got along so well with my family," he smiled, pulling you into his arms in the quiet living room, after the family's laughter and chatter had settled.

"Did you doubt that I would?" you teased, wearing a smug expression.

"Never..." William replied simply before leaning in for a deep kiss.

It seemed seeing you with his family had stirred something within him. As your lips connected and his hands rested on your hips while yours played with his hair at the nape of his neck, he felt a rush of excitement, an unexpected arousal building within him. Both of you lost yourselves in the embrace, exchanging deep kisses that grew increasingly passionate. Tongues intertwined, and the intensity escalated as you held each other close, the atmosphere growing more heated, and the anticipation palpable.

You gently tugged on his long hair, not wanting to release him completely before pulling back slightly to catch your breath.

"Bedroom... now," William whispered, and you eagerly nodded in response.

In mere moments, you were both undressing each other, exchanging passionate kisses in between, scattering clothing across the room. And soon, you found yourselves on the bed, completely naked.

William was particularly hungry tonight, his goal to make you cum until you lost count, eventually feeling overstimulated as he reached his own peak. And his preferred method involved moving down between your legs, his mouth meeting your sweet, honey-filled centre as his tongue explored.

Unrestrained moans filled the room as the intense pleasure of William's mouth on your most sensitive areas overwhelmed you, rendering you speechless. Your mind grew hazy as the day's stress melted away, allowing you to relax fully and succumb to his touch.

William firmly held onto your thighs, passionately kissing your lips while skilfully alternating between flicking your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his tongue.

"Willy," you gasped, sensing a rush building within you.

Undeterred, William continued his oral attentions, watching intently as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back, and gripping his hair tighter with your hand. 

He felt rather satisfied with his ability to make you feel this way.

And sensing your approaching climax, he then inserted two fingers into your core, gently massaging and stimulating your walls, as he pushed you over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm that escaped your lips amidst heavy, incomprehensible breaths.

As you reached the peak, your back arched and then relaxed into the mattress. Opening your eyes, you gazed down at William between your legs, who responded with a broad smile. Then rising from his position, he leaned over to kiss you.

The moment was tender and intimate as you tasted yourself on his beard, your tongues intertwining while William pressed his body against yours and you pulled him closer by his neck.

But he wasn't finished with you yet. He believed you deserved much more pleasure after being so amazing throughout the day.

So, while hovering over you, William snaked an arm between your bodies, finding your core and slowly circling your clit, eliciting soft moans from you once more.

Your eyes locked intensely as the sounds escaping you made it impossible for you to connect your mouth with his. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as another slow build-up began in your lower abdomen while William continued to rub his fingers against your nerves.

"God, baby," you cried out, prompting William to adjust his touch. He withdrew his fingers and reinserted them into your heat, curling them upwards and starting a rhythmic pumping motion, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds of your arousal thrilling him, as he knew you were close to coming undone.

And just a few more thrusts were needed as his fingers stimulated your walls, and you felt yourself letting go once again, a shiver coursing through as the rush of orgasm overtook you.

You had already experienced two intense orgasms, and you sensed that William wasn't entirely finished. He barely allowed you time to recover before shifting his position, leaning back on his knees and lifting your legs, aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping entrance.

"Willy, please," you whimpered as he pushed himself in, stretching you further than his fingers had done, your hands clutching the sheets on each side of your head. You almost felt violated if it wasn't for the overwhelming pleasure, he was giving you. His hands on your thighs held you in place as he began rocking his hips, letting his length glide in and out of you.

Typically, you wouldn't reach climax so quickly after on another in one night, but perhaps it was the tension from the week's accumulated stress being released, or maybe it was William's skilled touch that made you see stars. Nevertheless, as his cock filled you so well and William resumed circling your clit while thrusting into you, and you couldn't help but surrender to another rush of orgasm.

It became overwhelming for you. William was pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, and he was very well aware of it.

Your core was completely soaked around his cock, and you felt the muscles in your lower abdomen tighten as he continued his thrusts. Your involuntary reactions showed him just how good he was making you feel and how much pleasure each thrust brought.

"Fuck, baby, you're so perfect for me," William moaned, almost breathless as he neared his own peak. The sight of you beneath him, your breasts moving in sync with his rhythm, and the fact that you couldn't even keep your eyes closed drove him wild.

"I can't..." you muttered, and William sensed it was almost too much, which only drove him to increase his pace. Releasing your thighs, he leaned over your body, supporting himself with his arms on either side of your head as he intensified his thrusts.

"Yes, baby, I'm going to come..." he gasped, feeling your tightness around him. But at that point, you were unable to control your body and beat him to it. Allowing yourself to reach that intense climax, you writhed beneath him, your cunt squirting on his cock as he too let out a deep grunt. Beads of sweat trickled down William's forehead as he reached his own climax, filling you with his cum and pumping a few more times to ensure he had emptied completely.

After a few moments, both of you slowly emerged from your euphoric state, and William carefully withdrew and gently settled beside you. Breathless, he wrapped an arm around you, encouraging you to nestle into his broad chest, where you rested your head, playing with a few strands of his hair.

"Shit, baby, that was amazing," he said softly, running his fingers through your hair as you gazed up at him.

"It truly was, Willy..." You flashed him a content smile, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction and happiness as you lay with the man you deeply cared for. "I'm glad we could celebrate you..."

"Oh no, babe, this was all for you," William grinned.

"What? Why?" You chuckled softly, a hint of confusion in your expression.

"I just felt like you deserved it... you know, for the way you handled the media today, that was seriously hot," he said with a mischievous smirk.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I mean, seeing you so confident really turned me on... and," William paused, lightly biting his lip as he adjusted his arm behind his head. "I couldn't help but quickly imagine how you might be a strong mother...one day."

His almost whispered words widened your eyes. Was he already imagining a future with you?

You sat up slightly, propping yourself on an elbow and gazed intensely down at him.

"Do you... do you really mean that?" you softly inquired.

"Yeah... I didn't expect to have these thoughts so soon... but seeing how talented you are and then later, when I saw you with my family... all I could think was how much I want to be with you. To have you in my life and maybe build a future together..."

His words struck a chord in your heart.

Never in a million years had you imagined sharing such a soft, intimate, romantic, and heartfelt moment with William Nylander.

Yet, as it unfolded, you realised this was precisely what you truly desired.

So, you leaned in, resting on your side, snuggling up to his side while keeping your eyes fixed on his, offering him a warm smile.

“Willy... please don’t tell me I had anything to do with your contract?” you asked tentatively.

But he simply shook his head and chuckled. “No, don’t worry... but maybe, lately, you did pull me in the right direction…”

His adorable, smug face melted your heart as much as his words did, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, I don’t mind that at all,” you softly whispered before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

His hand then found yours, intertwining your fingers as you both relished the calm and relaxed moment post passionate sex.

"Y/n..." William then spoke.

"Yes, Willy?"

“I think I love you.”

And there it was. Words that made him walk straight in to your heart and stole it.

Your eyes flickered, darting from side to side as you searched for any signs of uncertainty. Yet, there were none.

William's words were sincere, and you couldn't help but let out a small gasp as you slowly came to the same realisation.

"I love you too," you said, flashing him a soft smile before sealing your emotions in a gentle kiss.

However, as you awoke to your alarm the following morning, you found yourself not in the embrace you had fallen asleep in. Despite the early hour, William had already left the bed. And as curiosity piqued, you made your way to the kitchen where you noticed a faint light.

There stood your boyfriend, still only in boxers, casually leaning over the counter, engrossed in his phone.

"Hey," you spoke softly, clearly interrupting his deep thoughts, as he made a sudden movement, turning slightly to meet your gaze.

"Hey," he replied, his tone cold and distant, leaving you puzzled and concerned.

"Everything alright, babe?" you inquired, your curiosity growing as you sensed something was amiss.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm all good," he replied, turning to lean against the counter as you approached him. Yet, you were far from convinced, noting his clenched jaw and intense expression.

“Willy,” you raised an eyebrow, concerned. “What’s going on?”

And realising there was no avoiding it, William let out a deep sigh and turned on his phone, showing you what he'd been watching – a video of your speech to the media from the day before.

"Seems like you’re trending almost as much as I am..." he remarked with a husky morning voice.

"Oh... why though? I mean... why?" you asked, baffled as you inspected the video more closely.

But William simply shrugged. “I don’t know... my sister just sent this to me last night…”

Although you were puzzled about why you suddenly became a hot topic, it didn't explain William’s tense behaviour.

“Willy, are you upset about it? About me getting like 15 minutes of fame?” you tried to lighten the mood with a smile, but your concern was genuine. However, William furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"What? No, not at all..."

"Then what’s wrong?" you persisted, eliciting another deep sigh from William.

"It’s just…" he struggled to put his thoughts into words, knowing they weren’t entirely rational. "Just... look at the comments…"

And so, you did.

"Damn! The Leafs got a hottie on the team!"

"Why doesn’t she do more camera time?"

"She’s like the hockey’s answer to a weather girl!"

The comments continued in a similar vein - compliments about your appearance, your presentation, and how natural you seemed on camera. All seemed to be from males.

"Wait a minute…" you suddenly spoke, the gears in your head clicking into place. "Willy… are you jealous?"

He didn’t need to utter a word for you to understand his answer. Just by observing his expression, the tightness in his jaw as you probed his feelings, you could tell. And a soft smile formed on your lips as your eyes met his, and you knew the answer.

“Hey… babe, you don’t have to be jealous,” you reassured him gently.

“I know… it’s just – they’re right! You looked so fucking good, and I can’t even tell everyone that you’re mine,” he spoke with a mixture of frustration and firmness, feeling the weight of your relationship being kept secret from the world.

“But we know that! Your friends and family know it too... Willy, it’s just a matter of a few more months, or until I'm sure that my career won’t be jeopardised if anyone found out... it’s too bold of a move," you tried to reason, approaching him gently and elegantly wrapping your hands around his neck, trying to meet his gaze.

"I just wish we could say it – then I wouldn’t care about those comments, because everyone would know you were already taken," he whispered softly, resting his head against yours.

"I know," you replied with a warm smile. "Don’t you think I'd want the whole world to know that I’m the one doing the amazing William Nylander and has him head over heels in love with me?"

And that elicited a chuckle from William. Of course, you'd want everyone to know how much he adored you.

"Fair point…" he replied with a sweet smirk. "I just love you."

“I know, and I love you too.”

#my asks #intern x willy #18+ #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #william nylander fic

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Bad Man 🔞

In which you love Jungkook with all your heart, even if he will kill you one day.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol AU, bad boy!Jungkook, yandere themes?, dark in general, mentions of drugs and addiction, lovesick puppy reader, smut, mentions of SM themes but not acted upon, Dom/Sub dynamics, spit, protected sex, overstimulation, please do not leave candles unattended thank you, this is kind of dark 😀

Length: approx. 3k

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You're dumb.

He tells you this all the time, every time, but then again, he also always picks you up a little after midnight, every Friday, his loud motorcycle roaring outside as soon as he arrives. He will bring you to the beach where he first met you, will sit down on the sand next to you or sometimes he'll stay seated on the motorcycle with you in front of him, holding onto his warm body while he watches the waves over your shoulder. And in the warmer months, he will watch you shed your dress to enjoy the waves trying to swallow your body, cooling your skin.

Rarely ever, he will join you - the salty seawater curling his hair.

Currently, you're busy stepping out of the shower, drying off before you walk into the bedroom again to search for something to wear. It's cold outside, yet again. Snow had fallen just days ago. You should wear something warm- something to shield you from the harsh winds that will for sure bite at any exposed skin once he drives down towards the sea with you. But you want to be close to him, and he's always so warm. You don't want so much clothing between your bodies.

He will call you stupid again. He will scold you, click his tongue, maybe push his tongue against the inside of his cheek in annoyance. But he will also throw that old blanket from the storage bag of his Harley around your shoulders, making sure you won't freeze along the way. He will tell you to hold onto it, to not loose it, but he will ultimately place you in front of him on the seat to make sure neither you nor the blanket won't ever fall off.

Just as you pull your hair out of the neckline of your dress, you can hear the faint engine of his motorcycle grow louder outside of your opened window. You close it after a glance down onto the crown of his head, internally upset over the fact that he refuses to wear a helmet. You know it's not because of fashion, or the believe that he's invincible. He's painfully human, mortal, vulnerable- and maybe that's how he get's his own high from life. He knows every day bears the possibility of being his last.

He doesn't care. He never did, never will, even together with you. You know, because he'd told you before, bluntly so, with no sugar coating his tongue when he'd revealed those thoughts and intentions to you. He's aware of the dangers, of the aggression of the universe, of the endless possible ways he might get taken from this planet, or you as well, for that matter.

'If we go down, we go together.' He'd said once, your naked form laying on his chest, his hand caressing the side of your face as his thumb runs over the top of your cheek. 'You don't get to live without me anymore.'

It's a bittersweet memory. While it's another unsaid confession of his love for you, you also just become confused from it. He won't have you close, won't live with you daily, won't keep you at his side during the days he spends away from you, even though he makes such possessive claims. How can he wrap his claws around your heart when, in the end, he'll only take a bite and leave the rest to rot or to be eaten by the vultures circling your torn heart?

But even that, he won't accept, won't allow. No one get's to taste his leftovers, it seems.

When you come down, he immediately seems to know that something's on your mind. Even with only the almost-dying streetlamp illuminating your face, he knows, because he knows you. His cold hand grabs at your chin, angles your face upwards to inspect it better, his breath visible in puffs of smoke as he speaks. "What's gotten you so gloomy, angel?" he mumbles to you, but you just shrug, not saying a word. "And why are you dressed like you're ready for a date with hypothermia again?" he scoffs, before getting off his bike to open the storage bag on the side.

Just like always.

But the blanket doesn't warm you up this time. His arms don't help either as he lets you rest against his chest while he drives. You're simply quiet, enjoying his scent, his presence, before you'll know he will dissappear again, leaving you behind.

Only barely, do you notice how long the drive seems to take this time.

"Good to know you're not braindead." He chuckles, barely heard from over the roaring engine.

"We passed the beach-" You say, wind harshly blowing through your hair.

"I know." He simply answers. "We're not going there."

"We always go there." You say however, his hand awfully gently pushing you back towards his front, a silent command to keep on holding onto him as he drives.

"Not anymore." He simply answers. You're not sure what to think of it, but you're also not scared. Of anything he might plans on doing.

Jungkook is a wild card. He's an untamed animal, traumatized from cages he'd been forced into, now left an addict to the drug of freedom. He does what he wants, gains money from whatever finds it's way into his hands, uses guns and force to fight himself his daily dinner onto the table. Regularly he will use this earned money to buy you small little gifts, cheesy things no one would associate the tall and angry man with. Small gas-station teddy bears, or heart-shaped chocolates.

He tries. He really does. And he loves, but it's just a bit hard for him.

"Where are we going?" You ask after another long while, and he chuckles yet again, the sound echoing beneath your ear it seems.

"My place." He simply answers shortly.

It brings silence over you.

You've been together for almost two years. In those two years, you've never seen his place, have never been introduced to his parents because granted, he wasn't in contact with any of his family any longer, but also his friends are people you've not met in your life. It's like he'd always kept you separate, isolated from his daily life, an iron wall between you and who he is. It hard hurt you, frustrated you, but with every visit of his came an even bigger feeling of longing, of attachment, of addiction even. You can't and don't want to just miss him in your life. He can ruin you all he wants, break you to the point of no one else wanting you any longer. You don't mind.

As long as he looks at you with those eyes, you'll be fine.

Inside his apartment, it's dark. Cold. He doesn't turn the lights on. "They don't work." He simply explains, helping you navigate his small home, offering you a hand that holds yours to make sure you don't trip. You've got a feeling of his intentions. It tends to always happen when he's with you. There's no denying your own need for him every time he's close- even when he's deep inside you, you feel like you want him even closer.

But he doesn't seem to attempt anything this time. He just helps you sit on a mattress on the floor, quietly, before he searches for something in the dark room. An orange glow suddenly appears, a click accompanying the sight. His face is concentrated, dark hair hanging into his face, hiding his eyes from you. For some reason, his features distract you for a moment from what he's actually doing. He's lighting candles. Probably to see better.

He likes watching you. He'd told you numerous times. He calls you pretty a lot.

When he joins you on the mattress, shoes toed off and carelessly thrown to the side, you instantly crawl over to him. "No." He says much to your surprise, taking the hand that's attempting to reach his pants into his instead. It catches you off guard for a moment, until you settle close to him, blanket still over your shoulders. "I have to ditch the town." He says after a while, voice calm as you both watch the flickering candles. There's three. All different sizes.

"You're leaving?" You ask, and you hate how fragile you sound. You knew this was a setup for something. What happened to keeping you close? Claiming your soul and body? Never letting you live without him?

"I am." He simply answers, arm around you feeling heavy now. "Technically, I should already be on my way." He explains.

"Then go." You suddenly say, a little hurt. You break away from his hold, sitting up, a little away from him, his legs still next to yours. "Or do you want a quick fuck before you move on? Help me pack your shit so you don't have to do it?" You darkly threaten, feeling his palm run over your spine, fingers pulling down the blanket to expose your neck to him.

His hand wraps around it, holds, even sways your body from side to side a little. You let him. Even while talking to big, you're just a doll for him.

"You're dumb." He chuckles behind you, his grip tightening a bit before his hand runs down your spine, his entire body moving to sit close behind you. With the way his face dips into the crook of your neck, his lips running over the skin he exposes by pulling on the loose neckline, he proves to you that you're unable to be strong. You're dumb. Just like he says.

His arms wrap around your middle like snakes attempting to strangle you. Maybe he will. Would you mind?

"I don't need any of this shit." He explains into your skin. "There's nothing to pack here." He tells you, and you sigh, as he suddenly nips at your skin. "I'll only take you. Right here, before I'll take you with me." Jungkook jokes darkly, and your eyes glaze over.

"Where.. do we go?" You ask timidly, and he shrugs, one of his hands already finding its way underneath your dress.

"Straight to hell, darling." He simply answers. "And you know I'll take you with me."

You don't mind.

Turning towards him gives him better access, seems to set his desire off as he quickly rids you off any clothing that might stand in between the skin of his hands and yours. You want to apologize for doubting him. You want to say sorry. But he won't accept it anyways.

So you just stay quiet and attach yourself even stronger to him.

You don't know this, and you probably never will, but in his entire life, Jungkook has never really loved anything. He never liked anything to the point of believing that it was a necessity to survive, nothing except you. You're stupid in his eyes, not mentally, but emotionally, and he reminds you of that not to demean you but to warn. Because you always fall back into trust, into giving it away to people who will just eat it up and spit it back in your face. And he hates watching it happen. He hates watching you cry. He hates seeing you sad.

Jungkook doesn't know why it's him for you. He doesn't understand why you seem to like pain and suffering so much to the point of loving him, but even so, he accepts it, indulges in your masochistic tendencies, because they keep you close to him. Your heart is chained to his, forever, and he will make sure of it.

He doesn't lie when he says that he will make sure you'll die together.

And he will die, horribly so, gruesome if he doesn't attend to his death himself. He's a wanted man, someone who's made enemies, someone who simply never cared about who's list he might get on with his actions. Because he never had to truly care about it in general. He's always been on his own, and if he died, there'd be no one to mourn over him.

Until you happened.

Now he can't imagine a life without your soft and warm skin underneath the palm of his hands. The sex is great, it burns itself into his mind every time, but it's not in the slightest what he craves from you. You're more than carnal desire from him, more than just a body that provides pleasure. He doesn't want to fuck you because you're pretty, or because you're simply willing- he needs to feel you close, closer, closest, as close as he humanly can get. It's become something emotional again, something meaningful. Even the dirty blowjobs and cum stained dresses of yours are sacred to him, in a way he will never be able to describe.

He loves you.

There's no future he cares about, no past he remembers, no present he truly feels himself actively participating in. He floats as he eats you up like fresh prey, squirming body already needy for anything he wants to give you. It's gross, everything about it, from the saliva he spits onto your more than wanting cunt to the way he can feel himself begin to sweat as he thrusts into you with strong rhythm. But you seem to enjoy it, and maybe you'll even call it romantic with the candles in the room.

Even though it's cold around you both, you're warm in each other's embrace.

You gasp out his name and its music to his ears. Your chants and ragged breaths are melodious in his mind, a song only ever played for him and only him.

Maybe it's simply the fact that he has you, that you're his when you could be someone else's baby, maybe that's what sets him off so much. The knowledge that you're his, that no one else gets to see you like this, gets to touch you, fuck you stupid like he does, maybe that's what fuels his ego to the brim every time he's with you. He knows he's been cruel to you, leaving you all on your own this entire time, but in a way, he wasn't sure how to deal with everything in a different way. He's not good at this. He's good at shooting, at breaking bones and dealing drugs.

He's not good at feeling, loving, and caring.

You're better at that. You smile when he can't figure out how to do it. You hold him even when he doesn't return the gesture. You nurse his wounds and lick at his stinging cuts like a dog trying to soothe it's young.

You're just like that.

So it's no wonder he's just as bound to you as you're to him, clinging onto his arms while he's busy shaking your body, strength of his hips steady as the sound of skin against skin obscenely echoes around you. He doesn't care if you scream, wake anybody up, and everyone can hear how he's claiming you for himself. It's going to be a remnant of him and you left in this place when he's going to leave it later on.

He hopes he doesn't make a mistake by stalling his escape like this.

One might think he must be the stupid one for choosing to rail his girlfriend in a place that's been cut off from electricity and water for weeks now, while simultaneously being on the run from people who won't care if they have to shoot his naked ass and yours just to get it done and over with. It would be a fitting end, in a way.

Cruel, but fitting.

Deserved, maybe.

Even well, after your orgasm and his own, he keeps his hands on you, forces another one out of you until he can see the first tears escaping your eyes. You'd take more, anything, and he knows this, but he's also aware of how much you can take.

And he wants to keep you at his side for as long as he can. He won't break you. Not yet.

Cleaned but still out of breath, he holds your naked body close, legs entangled and breathing evened out by now. He's awake, on alert, unable to quite sleep yet. He's not been able to do so for a long time now. And right now, he definitely can't find rest with you so vulnerable in arms. You're asleep. Dreaming, maybe. Of him?

Hopefully.

There's no telling if he makes it out with you. There's no guarantee that you'll both be alive tomorrow morning.

But that's never going to be the case. Neither here, nor ever somewhere else.

So the gun close by, silver metal reflecting the flickering candles, serves as a simple insurance. It's his final promise of love to you. Because you've told him of your fear of being left alone. He knows you've been abandoned way too many times in the past, and while he can't undo the past, he for sure has the future in his palms. Or next to him, for that matter. It's his way of making sure that if he has to go, he will go with you.

You'll never be alone again, not even in death.

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