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anyasathenaeum · 8 months

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Not really nsfw but a crack-ish fic where Knives is trying to kidnap/threaten Vash's s/o and they just tell him "I fucked your brother, shitlips" and he starts arguing with them (they keep saying it) for at least 30 minutes until Vash shows up.

A/N: Okay this just made me burst into laughter, what a chaotic idea. I LOVE it. Sorry it's short but it's my first ever crack-fic

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Explicit mentions of sex, This is Absolutely Not Serious™, please enjoy chaos and Knives getting annoyed

"You will obey me, or else, I will-"

"You'll what? You won't do anything because jokes on you, I already slept with your brother," You immediately cut Knives off, grinning a bit maniacally at him.

Knives' eyes widened and he just stared at you for a moment.

"What?"

"I slept with your brother," You repeated, grinning even more maniacally. Despite you clearly being in a position of vulnerability, tied up and restrained, you were loving this and decided if you were gonna be unhinged, you would push the envelope as far as you could.

"You... what?"

Knives continued to just stare at you, confusion and lack of understanding clear in his pale eyes.

You let out a borderline-unhinged laugh, "What aren't you getting here, buddy? I. Slept. With. Your. Brother. I fucked Vash, which was amazing, by the way! I'm really glad we finally slept together, it took FOREVER for him to get the hint!"

Knives just rubbed his eyes with his hand and sighed exasperatedly, trying to keep himself calm and still maintain his intimidating facade, "As I was saying, you-"

"Fucked Vash, you betcha I did! Many times, actually!"

Oh, this was getting fun. You wanted to see how annoyed you could get Knives, partly out of the want to just frustrate and irritate him, and partly because you knew Vash would definitely be on his way to save you.

Knives scowled at you and just looked down at you as he got close to your face, anger clear in his features.

"Would you shut up about-"

"Fucking Vash? Never. And trust me, after the kind of sex we had? I'm NEVER shutting up about it ever again."

Knives let out an exasperated yell, "Are you kidding me?! Stop talking about sleeping with my brother!"

"Four times, Knives! Four orgasms in the span of ten minutes, I mean, what kind of man can pull that off?! It was impressive, I felt like I had no bones left in my body, and-"

"ENOUGH!"

Knives bellowed loud enough to actually silence for you, but it didn't wipe away the grin on your face. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you saw how red Knives' face was and how annoyed he was.

"What, jealous you aren't getting laid, Knives? I must say, the whole 'murdering the human race' vibe you've got going on might be the reason."

You couldn't believe you were pushing this far, but all your shame was out the window now - it was all or nothing at this point.

"I swear, if you don't stop talking about- about-," Knives spluttered angrily, but you immediately interjected before he could get too far.

"What? Sex? Are you so shy that you can't even say the word, Knives?" You teased mercilessly.

"Why are you two talking about sex?"

Both you and Knives turned to see Vash standing there, looking extremely confused and a bit of an amused expression on his face despite his gun being drawn.

"Get them out of my sight," Knives immediately snapped, just about throwing you across the room at Vash, "I give up. I never want to see them again, they're useless to me. Both of you, leave now, before they start talking about... about..."

"Sex?"

"OUT!"

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safe-by-dawn · 9 months

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Hi! I loved the Toby headcanons you wrote! Can we please get a yandere nsfw Ticci Toby x reader?

~Possession~

Yandere!Ticci Toby/Toby Rogers x SlightlyDeranged!Reader (Smut)

Requests are currently open!

MDNI!

My first request! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing them and I can't wait to get some time to write for some more Pastas! I got some good ideas up my sleeve.

Also I made the reader super into the fact that Toby fucks up anybody that even gets near his s/o, so if you were thinking of a more innocent/scared reader just send me another ask but but honestly anybody that gets with Toby better be into that because he's gonna burn cities for his s/o.

I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I did writing it!

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Public Sex.

Let me know if I should add anything to the warnings! I try my best to add what I think is necessary but sometimes I can't tell when something should be included.

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His hand was on your thigh, squeezing the flesh there and it was enough to make your heart drop for the poor man that had taken up residence next to you at the bar. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He didn’t know that the small touch that still lingered on your thigh would be his one way ticket to an early demise.

He didn’t know that the other man beside you practically owned you at this point, and he surely didn’t know that you took some sick, demented enjoyment out of watching the way he gets when he’s jealous. It’s lethal.

“Won’t you come home with me, darling?” The words are slurred, barely even there when he leans towards your ear.

You can practically feel Toby stiffen beside you, radiating anger in such a way that it seeps into your clothes and fuses into your bones leaving a sweet, delicious ache in the pit of your stomach. He’s a good fuck normally, but the switch that flips when he gets jealous is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“I suggest you take your hand off me,” Your eyes finally meet his, a coy smile playing at your lips, “If you want to make it through the night, that is.”

Your hand moves to push the man’s off your thigh, but he keeps your flesh in a vice-grip as he speaks, “Feisty, I love that in a woman.”

You can’t help the small giggle that pulls its way out of your throat as you feel Toby finally move. You don’t know how he’s held back for this long. You know the jealousy is burning in him, and his eyes are on the two of you. You don’t even have to look over at him to know it. Toby’s own hand finally shoots out and in one swift motion, grabs the man's fingers and twists, pushing them towards him and you hear the sickly snap before you see the way his fingers are now bent, definitely broken.

He might have a chance if he stops now, but now you have anger on both sides of you, and you just know it won’t end here. You know Toby has no reason to hold back, and he won’t. He doesn’t know how. Not anymore.

“Fuckin’ bitch.” The man pushes out of his seat, moving towards the man that just snapped his fingers.

The bar stool scratches heavily against the wood floor as Toby finally stands, gripping onto the man's collar and practically dragging him out of the dingy dive bar. They’re out of the door before you can even stand, and you take a moment to fish an almost empty pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, pulling one out and lighting it before reaching for the money you kept in the back pocket of your jeans.

It’s at least a hundred but you don’t count it before throwing it down. Call it payment for damages for when someone finally finds that sour fucker’s body the next morning.

You pull a drag from your cigarette as you move to get up, your own bar stool screeching into the air and you finally allow yourself to look to the only duo that rests in the corner of the bar and giving them a small smile. Their eyes pull quickly away from yours and you finally make your way outside into the just as disgusting night air that surrounds the establishment.

You can hear him before you see him. The labored grunts of him most likely already crushing the man’s head in is just around the corner, leading into the dark alleyway, and the fact that you can only hear Toby is a sure sign that he’s almost done with the man. His life’s probably gone, but Toby has so much anger stored in his body from that interaction that he might be there for a moment before he feels like he’s finally finished with him.

The scene you walk into is much worse than you expected, and some part of you is glad that it’s dark. The wall behind them is a disgusting inky color that you can only guess is blood. Some broken bones, arms contorted in a way that makes your stomach turn, even after getting comfortable with seeing what kind of aftermath Toby can leave behind, it’s a little bit much.

Toby has his hands splayed onto the brick of the wall, holding himself stable as his foot sinks another kick into the limp leftovers of the man on the ground. Once you finally make it closer to him you can hear him whispering, voice coming out in a low growl that sets your skin on fire.

Mine, she’s mine.

You let your hands rest on his back, pushing to wrap around him, hands coming to rest just under his shirt on his bare stomach. You let your thumbs toy at the waistband before gripping onto it, and it usually serves to pull Toby back to the real world. Tugging him out of his thoughts proves to be a little harder tonight, but his hand comes to rest on one of yours before he lets the man have one more kick before pushing himself off of the wall and turning his face towards you.

It’s splattered with dark red, and if you hadn’t known him, you would think it was his own, but you know the man doesn’t have a single scratch on him. You pull your hand from his waistband to tug the cigarette out of your mouth after taking a long draw, moving it to Toby’s mouth and pressing the butt of it to his lips. He pulls his own draw off of it before you toss it to the ground, not worrying about stomping it out. You wouldn’t have time even if you had wanted to.

Toby’s lips crash hard against your own after he exhales the smoke, and you drink him in like you’ve been thirsting your whole life and he’s the water you’ve fought so hard to finally reach. Your teeth hit his in the mess of a kiss, and you’re sure he’s drawn blood when he finally bites at your bottom lip.

“You’re fucking mine.” His voice comes out with a growl of arousal and over-exhaustion, and it only serves to push you closer to the brink and his hands aren’t even on you yet. His usual stutter is nowhere to be found, lost in the clouded haze of anger and post-murder. His mind’s only on one thing and it’s you. All of it is you.

“All yours.”

You can barely get the words out before he’s pushing and pulling, pressing your back hard against the other side of the alleyway and his mouth finds its way to your throat. He bites hard, no doubt leaving a bruise already forming. You can feel him all around you, hands all over your body, pulling at your clothes and undoing the button on your jeans. He pushes them down quickly, and the way the night air presses heavily into your form is the only thing to remind you that you’re still outside.

Anybody could see you, anybody could see what he’s done, and anybody can see the mess he’s about to make of you. It sends a delicious chill up your spine. His lips press against yours once more before he’s pulling away and pressing your face into the brick of the building, no doubt scratching you up a bit, but it’s worth it. It’ll all be worth it as long as he takes you right here. You’re far enough in the dark that as long as nobody follows the sounds pouring from your mouth then you’ll be just fine.

His mouth lands on your shoulder and even through the fabric, the weight of his bite tears a shriek out of you. “Keep making those sounds for me.” His voice filters into your ears, and you can’t help but push back into him. The thin fabric of your panties does little to keep the denim of his jeans from rubbing you deliciously, and you can feel every inch of him through his jeans. You’re practically drooling at this point and he knows it.

“You’re fucking sick, y’know that?” He speaks before he presses a smaller bite into your earlobe and his hand finally pulls your panties down to meet where your jeans rest at the bottom of your thighs. “You do this on purpose, don’t you?” His scarred fingers finally press against your slit, pushing just enough to feel how wet you are, but not giving you what you wanted just yet.

You can only nod, words not able to form in the knot he has tied in your throat.

“You get off on me killing for you,” He laughs then, absolutely deranged, exactly how you like him. “You’re- You’re just like me.”

His fingers finally circle your clit, pulling some of the pent-up arousal out of you in the form of a moan and the words finally slip out of you, “Jus’ like you, Toby, Fuck.” You huff as his fingers work you, pulling you closer to your edge and you can feel him trying to undo his pants with one hand and your mouth waters at the thought of him finally filling you up.

“You love me?” He asks, he always asks and you always answer.

“Only you, Toby.”

He leaves another bite on your shoulder as he pulls himself out of his pants, resting against your ass and never slowing his hand on your cunt as he says his next words, “Then cum for me, baby.” It comes out as a whine, begging, delicious, and twisting your insides.

It pushes you so close, almost to the edge. As he finally slips into you, you tumble, falling over the edge as his hips finally snap into you. He fucks you through it, as words fall out of your mouth in an incoherent mess and you can only hear him chuckle behind you. You can only feel his hands on you as he finally pulls off of your sensitive clit to grip heavily onto your hips. All you can do is brace yourself as he fucks into you, chasing his own high.

His grunts fill the Alley, and the way he growls sets you on fire as your body tries to come down from its high. He doesn’t let it though, cock pressing hard into your sweet spot with each thrust. His hips hit against you with a bruising weight as he fills you to the brim with every bit of him, every inch stretches you out deliciously. You can feel it coming again, can feel the tight coil in your abdomen get worse with every thrust.

He finally snaps his hips and keeps them pressed against you and him cumming inside of you pulls you over the edge for a second time like a noose tied around a rock and your neck and he just threw it into the ocean.

You both come undone and your cunt milks him for everything he’s worth. His growls fill the air around you as he ruts against you, thrusting another time before he pulls out of you. Your mixed fluids leak out the smallest bit before he’s pulling your clothes up and buttoning your jeans for you. He lands a light smack to your ass before he’s finally fixing himself and his hand finds purchase in your hair to finally pull you off the wall and into him.

His thumb presses heavily into your cheek, smearing the blood from the scratches the dirty brick gave you before he presses it into his tongue. He’s fucking deranged, but you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t admit you were just as fucked up as he was.

#i wanna write something a bit more graphic but ill save that for another day #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #fanfic #toby rogers x reader #ticci toby x reader smut #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby

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svltth · 1 month

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Get out the car.

Tom era: braids/09

Category: angst, little fluff

You and Tom got into a car augment on the way home from a club,tom ends up snapping.

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"I didn't flirt with him, he tried to hit on me and I said I have a boyfriend!" Y/n looked at him with disbelief that he was actually accusing her of flirting with other guys.

"Bullshit!" He yelled gripping tightly onto the leather of the stirring wheel as he sped up slightly.

"TELL ME WHAT I WAS DOING THAT MADE IT LOOK LIKE I WAS FLIRTING EITH HIM!" Y/n was now getting pissed off that he didn't believe her.

"YOU WERE LAUGHING WITH HIM!" Tom shouted matching her tone while not taking his eyes off the road.

Y/n scoffed at his answer. "I was laughing AT him because he said he's better looking than you and that I should leave you to go with him! Now I think I should have gone with him!" Y/n shouted knowing she shouldn't have said the last bit but It just slipped out and to be honest she didn't care at that moment.

Tom pulled over coming to a sudden stop. "Get out the car!" He shouted unlocking the doors as he stared at her.

"What?!" Y/n said making sure she had heard him correctly.

"I said get out the fucking car" Tom lowered his tone as he clenched his jaw.

"Tom it's pissing it down I'm not getting out!" Y/n protested.

"Get out the god damn car!!" Tom yelled loosing his patience. Y/n didn't say anything thing else. She grabbed her leather jacket getting out the car and slamming the door shut, watching him drive off as she put on her jacket beginning to walk. Her hair was instantly soaked as well as her clothes.

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Toms POV:

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I knew I shouldn't have made her get out the car into the cold rain in only a short dress and jacket but I was so annoyed with her, though it wasn't her fault it was mine for jumping to conclusions. I was stupid for thinking she was flirting with that guy. But just the thought of someone else laying their hands in her or even just laughing with her makes me want the rip their worthless little head off.

I know I can get jealous at times but I just don't want to get hurt again. Y/n wouldn't do that though.

I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. I opened the front door and sat down on the couch thinking of how much of an asshole I was. An hour had passed and she still wasn't home, I had rang her multiple times each time it was declined. I had fucked up.

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Y/n opened the door to Tom and hers house. She was met with the sight of him sat on the couch his head in his hands. Tom quickly stud up once he heard the door open.

"What took you so long I was worried sick" he said slowly walking over to f to he sight in front of him, she was soaked to the bone her arms wrapped round her body failing to keep her warm and makeup smudged round her face.

"I got lost" y/n simply said as she made her way upstairs to the shower.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I just got jealous I didn't mean anything I said" Tom said desperately as he followed her up the stairs.

"Leave it Tom I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" she said shutting the bathroom door on him. Tom just stood there, tears threatening to leave his eyes.

Y/n got into some warm pjs, grabbed two spare blankets and some pillows and made her way to the couch down stairs. Tom was lying awake in their bed unable to sleep with her not there next to him.

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Y/n's POV:

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It was around 3:30 am and I was unable to sleep. I had too many thoughts buzzing round in my head. No matter what I tried I just couldn't seem to get to sleep.

I heard Tom creep downstairs so I pretended to be asleep. I could tell he was looking at me, I suddenly felt him get under the blanket next to me. His arms snaked loosely around my waist.

I was too tired to tell him to move and plus I felt safe with him close to me, I know we had just had an argument but I just wanted to be close to him so I turned to face him pushing my face into his chest as I felt his arms tighten around me as he pulled me closer nuzzling his face into my hair.

"I so sorry y/n, I love you" he whispered into my hair his voice barely audible.

"I love you too" I mumbled into his chest as I hugged him tighter.

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❗️IGNORE MISTAKES❗️

#kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tokiohotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tomkaulitz #modle #2000s #2000s core #2000s emo #imagine #oneshot #angst #car

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lheslie · 10 months

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Taehoon as a boyfriend

- He drags you to the arcade or to the Taekwondo centre.

- If you ask something of him, he would always complain first before he gives it to you.

- He harasses you by cornering you and asks "Got some 500 won?"

- He would always tail you.

- Endless mockery.

- Randomly slaps your ass.

- He would live in your house.

- He'll act like he owns it.

- Makes excuses to live in your house.

"Dad's fucking irritating me. I'm living here for a bit."

"Don't tell dad I'm here."

- He would put beers on your fridge.

- This man doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. But he's trying.

"If ya say please

I might think about it."

- He'd encourage you to do Taekwondo.

- Gets Jealous at you if you ever talk to random men while he's there.

- Would deny he's jealous and then kicks the man for no reason.

- Would give random facts about martial arts from no where.

- Will use your cable or internet to watch martial arts.

- His hand is always either at your waist or behind your neck.

- Throws you flowers out of no where to show his affection.

- He would kick you sometimes.

- Would snoop in you while you're looking at your phone.

"The fuck is that?"

- He would use you as weight while he's exercising.

- He would run to you or to your home when his dad is getting mad at him.

- You secretly tell his father that he's safe with you.

#how to fight #viral hit #how to fight x reader #htf #how to fight seong taehoon #how to fight taehoon #how to fight taehoon x reader #htf taehoon #viral hit taehoon #viral hit x reader #seong taehun #seong taehoon #taehoon x reader #how to fight taehun

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carboysandbikemen · 1 year

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can you write something about how easily the drivers get jealous, maybe because they saw you talking to another driver and flirting with them. but they won't say anything until you get home and show you who you belong to

please I'm desperate and love jealously-sex 🙏

This made us so insane we did it in two parts because we got so caught up in dom drivers getting jel (-🐝) and ALSO sub drivers getting jel about you flirting with other people (-🐻).

Part 1- Dom Drivers (see below for sub drivers)

Lewis- You'd be able to tell Lewis was jealous as soon as you made eye contact with him, his eyebrow raised as if to say 'Are you really doing this right now?' It's a bit of a game to you and it's fun to push him a little but not too far. Just enough to make him want to push you to your knees and make you choke on his cock until you cant help but cry, telling you how well you take it and how good you look on your knees for him. He wouldn't really expect you to tell him how good he is, he just needs to prove it to you while occasionally telling you that you were made to take his cock and no one else would satisfy you like he can.

George- George would look over at you, jaw clenched and eyes dark. Oh you'd know he was pissed off with you for sure, but you'd also know he was trying not to let it show, trying not to be that guy- but he just can’t help it. He just gets so pissed off at the thought of anyone touching you but him. Dom George would turn it into a bit of a scene, he'd clear it with you first of course, but then he'd make you kneel and be a good little slut for him. He'd tie you up and then edge you until tears are slipping down your cheeks, bringing you to the edge and back and making you repeat over and over that you don't need anyone but him until you can barely form a sentence. Only then will he finally let you come. Afterwards as you're snuggled up against him and he's giving you aftercare, you'd reassure him that he really has nothing to worry about and he'd smirk, cockily, and say: "Oh, I know that."

Charles- Charles wouldn't make a scene in the moment, he'd act like it doesn't bother him at all, like he's the most comfortable secure man in the room. Then, later when you're alone he'd play with you and fuck you until you come, then go again and again, overstimulating you to prove a point. Telling you while he does that no one can make you come like he can because no one knows your body this well, no one can take care of you like he can. You don't have to reassure him, he doesn't make you say it, but he needs you to hear it.

Fernando- Fernando, however, would not wait. He'd drag you into the nearest closet or bathroom or anything vaguely private and fuck you until you're almost crying, making you tell him how much you want him, how much you need him, how much better he is than anyone else you've ever been with. Everything he'd do to you he'd get you to tell him that he's the only one that gets you off like he can. He'd play with you and make you come on his cock, not caring about how much noise you make and who might hear, as long as you know (and tell him) who it is that can really make you scream. He'd also make you walk back out into whatever party you're at with his come dripping out of you into your underwear and not let you clean it up until later as a reminder.

Daniel- Unlike the rest of the time (when you can't shut him up) Daniel wouldn't want you to reassure him, he wouldn't make you tell him how good he is or feel the need to tell you how he's the only one he can make you come. Instead, he would just pull you into the bedroom as soon as he can, and absolutely fuck the shit out of you. It's the most intense sex you guys have and he would absolutely give you love bites along your collar bone so everyone can see you're his.

Sebastian- "You know he can't fuck you like I can right?" Unlike the others, Seb is really very secure as a person and in your relationship. He is, however, a cheeky fucker who will absolutely have fun with it He will pretend to be annoyed, but you can tell it's all a game to him and he loves it. It would be the most fun sex you'd ever have.

Extras:

Mark Webber: Mark would pin you to the bed and fuck you harder than he's ever fucked you in his life. He'd bite your shoulder and rail you while telling you "You're mine."

Carlos- Dd/lg vibes for days. That is all.

Part 2- Sub Drivers

Lewis- Let's be real, Lewis is really needy. Lewis loves the praise and the attention and knowing how obsessed you are with him. If he sees you even laugh with someone else he's frowning and you can't wait to push him gently into the sheets and reassure him. Call him your babygirl and tell him that you don't need anything but him laid out for you to play with and you've got him back again. Still, you cant help but continue with it, teasing him and kissing his body, worshipping him and edging him until he's desperate and ready all for you.

Charles- If he saw you flirting with someone else he would get a bit pouty and baby about it. You can tell he's upset by how he gets a little bit quiet. You'd try get out of him what’s wrong, and he'd try to insist that it's nothing, really it’s nothing at all. He'd be quite needy but still wouldn't tell you. You'd have to fuck him first, get him all needy and desperate for you before you get it out of him. Then, obviously you'd need to reassure him with lots of affection and touch and praise.

Twink!Nando- Nando is absolutely insulted that you'd even think to possibly flirt with anyone but him when he's right there ready to receive your attention. He'd grab your hand or come in a bit closer to you in the moment but when you're home he'd avoid you, brushing you off as punishment for your audacity. You'd have to win him over with praise and cooking etc, or take the easier route and pin him to the wall and kiss him until he's whining into your mouth, putting your knee between his thighs so you can feel him break and start to grind against you. He'd still be a bit bratty, so you'd have to fuck him well and good until he's chanting your name.

Twink!Seb- Honestly, the audacity that you would even think to fuck someone else, especially especially when you didn't also invite them along for a threesome, god. You'd let him have his fun pretending to be upset, letting him prove a point to you by letting him ride you and take what he wants, before flipping him and railing that boy until he's crying and sobbing into you as you praise him. He needs a lot of praise. He loves hearing how well he's doing and how good he's being for you and you can't help but slip in how you don't need anyone else when you have all of this, but really Seb knows that anyways.

Fabio- Fab would get really whiny and touchy, closing whatever gap there was between you so that he's crowded up into your space. He’d be all pouty and look at you with those big brown eyes and you'd just know that you need to look after him because he’s absolutely not discreet about the fact that he needs your attention right this second. Once you get him home, it's all about praise, praise, and more praise as you fuck him into the bed. He’s your good boy, and there’s nobody else for you. There would be lots of cuddles afterwards, obviously very important for him.

Nico Rosberg- Nico is such a little attention whore baby, so obviously he'd be so upset and jealous. He'd be such a little brat to cover it up though because he can't let you know he's upset about it. Simply couldn't possibly admit that to you. You'd have to rail that boy so hard and so well, preferably while edging him until he cries for you, until he understands that it means nothing. You wouldn't have to verbally reassure him, just fuck him and hold him close to you, but it also wouldn't help to throw some praise at him. Needy baby energy. Lots of physical touch.

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johnwickb1tsch · 5 months

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you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) PART 2

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... PART 1

PART 2.

You tell him that you’ll meet him there. After your little crying jag, you have to go home and clean up. Maybe with some painkillers and a nap with an ice pack on your eyes you won’t look like death warmed over. He offers to pick you up, but you decline, knowing it would make the drive twice as long for him.

For a moment he seems like he wants to argue, but in the end he lets it go.

The restaurant is in Manhattan. It’s the sort of place you could never afford, and maybe even if you could, it wouldn’t exactly be your scene. You smooth your dress over your hips as you get out of your cab, hoping you won’t embarrass John. It was the nicest thing you own for a respectable rendezvous, a dark green paisley Etro dress with long sleeves that you’d scored at a thrift shop. It bared your shoulders with a wide neckline, but not much cleavage. You were behaving yourself tonight, despite the little suggestions the devils on your shoulders were whispering into your ear.

Despite the fact that you arrive early, John is waiting for you outside, looking utterly edible in another black on black three-piece suit. Does he buy them in bulk? The thought makes you smile a little, a thing he returns in small measure. There is a sadness that cloaks this man like a mantle, and for a moment you wonder if that is what people see, when they look at you. You’re not sure you’re qualified to help him at all, but maybe, just maybe, there could be some solace in your shared grief for the same woman who left you both behind.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Nervously, you look through the window at the glittering lights and swanky diners laughing over their expensive glasses of wine. You feel unbearably self-conscious. “Am I dressed ok for this place?”

“You look beautiful.” He says it so matter of fact, his tone completely platonic. And yet…

And yet.

He looks at you with a haunting intensity that grips you to the bone. He isn't even looking at your body. He's looking at your face, almost as though he's seen a ghost.

You know you remind him of her, and you wonder if maybe this is a bad idea.

But he shakes himself out of it, offering his arm, and even though you have an inkling that maybe you shouldn't, another part of you that is usually kept locked up in the dungeon with the rest of your worst impulses pushes you to take it, because you want to. Bolstered by his approval and your own special brand of foolhardiness, you slip your arm through his with your head held high.

You haven't technically done anything wrong yet. Lusting after your sister's husband in an abstract way you never had any intention of acting on isn't exactly new. But the rest...is edging into a murky gray area.

What would Helen think? She'd probably be amused, truth be told, at least by your own inner turmoil. You remember that she told you once that she never got jealous when women went all googly eyed over her model-handsome husband, because she trusted him so completely. He doesn't even look at them, she said.

Well. He'd looked at you, like he was a wolf and you were a tasty little bunny. Just the thought made you flush all over again, your fingers involuntarily flexing on John's bicep.

Dear lord, it was like granite.

He looks down at you, curious, and you know you look as embarrassed as you feel. “Sorry,” you quickly apologize, looking anywhere but at his burning anthracite eyes. He pats your hand, but says nothing, sparing you the embarrassment of making up some lame excuse.

You go inside, and the maître d’ is exceptionally solicitous. Welcome back, Mr. Wick. This way please, Mr. Wick. He and Helen must have been quite the regulars.

Once you are at your table John waves off the maître d’, opting to push in your chair for you. His fingers brush your shoulder afterwards. It was probably a mistake, but you cannot suppress a small shudder. He does not look at you as he seats himself, opting to pick up the menu.

You follow suit, your skin on fire.

It was an accidental touch, you tell yourself.

He didn't mean anything by it.

You glance up from your menu, to find he is looking at you out the corner of his eye.

You tell your treacherous heart that attempts to pound out of your chest to settle the fuck down.

“So...what was Helen’s favorite dish here?”

He doesn't look up, and for some reason you are relieved.

“Guess.”

“Hmm.” You scan the offerings. It is mostly French leaning nouvelle cuisine. It all looks delicious, and very expensive. You know the moment your eyes find the line, and you smile. “The magret de canard.”

This time he does smile with you. It is tinged with nostalgia, and your heart aches. For him. For you. For the woman you are remembering together.

“She took me to Europe when I graduated from high school. She ordered that dish in every restaurant in France we went to. She said it was so delicious there was no point in trying anything else.” You cackle with another memory. “Then when we got home she was determined to learn how to make it. It went ok until the sauce. Holy shit, the black smoke in that kitchen was like a tire fire!” You wipe away a tear that is borne of mirth and memory.

When you look across the table again John is smiling gently, as though he can see it perfectly in his own mind’s eye.

“She was a terrible cook.” He says it fondly, like it amused the hell out of him.

“I know. I am too, I’m not throwing shade here. Do you like to cook?”

The side of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. “Yes. I find it relaxing.”

Figures. He would be so perfect. One of many reasons Helen undoubtedly fell in love with him.

When the waiter comes John orders a filet, and you, the duck. “For Helen,” you say with a wistful curl of lips. He stares at you silently for a long beat before nodding, returning your smile perfunctorily. You marvel that you can already tell when his expressions are genuine, and when he’s playing the part he needs to for the sake of social nicety. Your heart aches for him. It must be so painful to be here, where he'd dined with Helen so many times. Maybe more like sticking a finger in a wound, than a brave act for the sake of nostalgia. What were the two of you thinking?

It occurs to you, from things Helen had said, that maybe this is more than just her favorite restaurant.

“This is where you met, isn't it?”

His eyes are fixed on a particular spot at the bar. “Right over there. She was meeting a client, but he canceled. So we had dinner together.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You didn't happen to have anything to do with that?” All Helen had ever told you about John's occupation was that he worked in security, but she had implied multiple times that he was resourceful, smart, and not someone to be fucked with.

The corner of his mouth ticks, his eyebrow rising slightly. You congratulate yourself for lifting him at least a little out of his funk. “I'm afraid it was just luck on my part.”

“Fate,” you correct, toasting with your water glass, because you haven’t been brought drinks yet.

“It's nice to think so.”

“So then you had dinner.” You know the story. “Where did you sit?”

“Right here.”

You feel a chill, knowing that once, your sister had sat in this very place, across from this very man, and changed the course of her life forever. You marvel at what that must have been like. You never fall for men quickly, usually keeping them at arm’s length for as long as you can manage. You’ve never experienced love at first sight, or first night, but looking at this handsome man across from you, it's not so hard to imagine.

“Did you fall in love that night?” you ask quietly.

“I did. I think for Helen...it took a little longer.”

Immediately you shake your head. “No,” you contradict, wanting him to know this. “She called me, the next day. She told me she'd just met the most amazing man and that she wanted to spend her life with him. I thought she was crazy.” You look around at the intimate setting, the low soft lighting and the swanky surroundings, a little misty eyed. Then, you look at him. This handsome devil with the soft eyes of a poet.

Helen hadn’t been frivolous. She hadn’t even been particularly romantic. Meeting John Wick changed all that.

“Maybe I understand a little better now.”

You look at each other from across the table. There is a longing in his eyes that you know you do not have the power to heal, and yet you would if you could. You would give a great deal to see this man made whole again—you’re not really sure why.

He looks away first, and you feel…raw.

“Thank you. I…was the best version of myself, for her.” His long fingers trace a circle in the white table cloth, a hairline of a frown appearing on his brow. “I've slid backwards a bit, since.”

Hoo boy, did you get that.

“That’s ok,” you say softly. “We do what we have to, to survive.”

He looks up at you with those soulful dark eyes through his long hair. Your fingers itch to brush it out of his face. To touch him, and you absolutely know you shouldn't. Shouldn’t even think it. But there is something in the way he's been looking at you today. Something almost like…hunger, and your belly flutters with a thousand butterflies made of bad ideas and midnight longings.

“So…what about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

You shake your head with your heart in your throat. Is he asking out of politeness, making chit chat, or does he want to know if you’re unattached?

The truth is you’ve never had a relationship that lasted more than six months, and a nervous little laugh escapes you.

“I’ve…never met anyone who it was worth the sacrifice. Things are always nice at first, but then he starts to try to mold you into the person he really wants you to be, and you realize all along he just wanted someone to cook his meals and wash his socks.”

John lifts an eyebrow at this, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.

“Maybe you should try dating someone who can afford a housekeeper.” He looks up at you then, his dark eyes soft yet penetrating, and you swear he can see straight through to the depths of you. The look almost feels like a challenge, somehow. You try to meet him head on, but in the end the unbearable heat of it makes you squirm, and you look away.

The waiter saves you from what you might say next, bringing the bottle of wine John ordered.

Thank god, because you need a drink.

#john wick #john wick x you #keanu reeves #john wick fic #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you fic #john wick x reader fic

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faetreides · 1 month

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i'd really like to know if he'd have any types of kinks or a type?!!

like from what I've read from you, maybe it's just my impression, but does he find chubby people more attractive? (self-insert hihi)

or just kinks he'd have; like, modern!coryo screams corruption kink (maybe even a virgin!reader 👀), and things like degradation/praise, as well as a pretty big dom situation 👀

anyways, love your stuff!

I can't help coming back to your modern! coryo au literally everyday, I'm in love 🫡🫠

CW: implied-ish plus sized reader but i use “chubbier” so it’s a bit ambiguous i guess but that’s how i picture them, don’t like don’t read

First of all, thank you so much for loving the au, it's kind of getting demotivating a bit to see the fandom slow down but I'll ALWAYS have modern! coryo brain rot. So, I guess someday I'll be shouting into the void lmao.

I do think that when it comes to preferences, he does prefer chubbier people. He's one of those guys that likes being able to just really grab and slap anything and everything because you've got more than enough meat on your bones. Also, idk how to quite explain it, but I think he enjoys what he believes is a more realistic (?) body, like he'd deadass get so offended if you thought you had to shave or cover up stretch marks. He comes from a very superficial world where the beauty standards are impossible to achieve (edit: i’m NOT talking about being skinny being impossible, i’m talking about general beauty standards and having an unrealistically proportioned body like the ones in media, i’m aware that skinny people exist) . It's like how for a while, Aphrodite and other similar goddesses were depicted in media as very skinny but when you look back at how they were actually worshiped, there are statues and carvings and etc. with belly rolls and all kinds of versions of bigger bodies. That's what reader's body reminds him of, gets him feel closer to God and all that.

I'll get to some actual kinks in a second, but I do think he likes more of a reluctant person. He's someone that is built for the chase and that really revels in the wooing process, he'd never been in love before you, so the rush of intense feelings kicks his adrenaline into overdrive. It's a sort of predator/prey thing without being a full-blown kink, Coryo stalks and he circles around you until you're given such a small window of escape that you already missed your chance by the time he decides that he's done waiting around. You have the whole cutesy 'will they? won't they?' thing going for a bit until you just don't anymore.

In my head, modern!coryo's reader is a virgin for that exact purpose lol like he does have a fuck boy past that's typical for his place in society, so I just love the idea of sex suddenly becoming so "special" to him now that he's possessed with the need to mold your experience around him so you could never be satisfied by anyone else. I think he'd want to keep some of that shyness and insecurity no matter how much experience he gives you, so he can reassure you and praise you and tell you to suck on his fingers so the stretch of his cock won't be all you can think about.

He does favor praise over degradation but when he does degrade it's more... positive (???) in his eyes, calling you dumb because he wants you know you don't have to be smart, saying you're his slutty whore because he wants you to feel comfortable enough being as nasty as possible with him, etc. No matter what name he calls you, he's adding 'my' in front of it. The words will be the same, but his tone will change based on if you're driving him crazy (basically if he gets jealous for no reason again)

I also think that's he way more of a Dom type, he'll never go into extreme type stuff and he's more of a gentle Dom depending on the situation that led up to you fucking or making love. My modern!coryo is never going to let you have more control than letting you ride him (and you always end up getting tired, so he has to take over, which he is more than happy to do!). His control issues are severe like they are in canon, he's exhausted trying to hold himself back from just losing it on everybody. So, having a stress toy of an s/o that he can micromanage and love without limits does wonders for his mental health.

He's obviously obsessed with spanking/LIGHT impact play. The only bruises you'll get will be from him squeezing you too hard or littering your body with hickies, he'd bite you to pieces too but he likes to think that he has some sense of decorum.

He could get behind silk bondage, whether it's patterns on your body or spreading you out on the bed with your ankles and wrists tied to the bed frame. But he wouldn't do it because he wants to keep you from touching, he just wants to love you properly without you hurting yourself because you got shy and squirmed all over the place.

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l0verb0t · 4 months

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jason todd × masc/male reader. | aftermath loving.

SUMMARY: a fic about Jason getting bombarded with affection by his boyfriend after a mission. WARNINGs: physical contact, slightly suggestive, && the f slur used once. WORD COUNT: 800+ NOTEs: second person && no plot. this insert is more of a tease, and nonchalant personality wise. [no terms or pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader, but they are gay.]

Every damn day was hell for him out there. Another lick of a chance, and Jason was just barely able to get out of another shitstorm he tried to help with. He was sporting enough bruises that almost his entire body had this burning sensation running underneath the skin.

Still, whatever he was dealing with when he did get back seemed just about as worse.

If he needed to describe you in one word, it would be annoying. The word everything came in second place. How in the hell you two ended up on the same ship was beyond him.

There you were, straddling his lap as you peppered kisses along the scarred skin running up to his neck, and if anyone saw him, he'd probably have shot himself right then and there.

He should've pushed you off when he had the chance; it wasn't like you were going to fall back on anything but the bed, and yet.

If he had to describe himself in the moment, the word hopeless would be an understatement. He just had to hope you wouldn't squirm too much while pressed against his skin.

The groan that managed to slip past made the cramped feeling building up in your neck all the more worth it.

"You good there, buddy?"

And that voice. Sometimes he wanted to push you down and muffle you into the sheets, but then he had to mentally hit himself before his mind could drift in a much different direction.

"Don't call me buddy."

Hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place; fingers dug into them in case you got any bright ideas. Still, it didn't help with how close you were.

"Are you telling me we're not the best of pals?" You asked, and Jason had to pretend it wasn't one of the stupider things he'd heard that day.

He pushed against the bed, sliding over the fabric until he was stuck in an awkward position where his neck was bent forward as he looked up at you. He lied on his back while you were pushed forward into his stomach.

"Not even close."

And as if to make everything worse, you leaned down to his level and adjusted your own position so you were lying on him, elbows propped up on either side of his head as you continued like nothing.

"You're real touchy with your non-pals, then."

He couldn't get out his own reply fast enough for his liking: "I'm touchy?"

"Well, right now, at least. You usually aren't, though."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." His rib cage felt like it was trying to suffocate his own heavy, beating heart the moment one of your hands started tracing right down the center of his chest. "You're so repressed, you'd make your old man jealous."

Jason grabbed that hand and held it there against him, making sure you couldn't continue whatever that was before he felt sure enough that his voice wouldn't break. "Thanks."

From there, his other arm wrapped around your back and pulled you down against him. Your head was buried into the side of his neck, and a part of him wanted to hold you there only so you couldn't keep messing with him.

Of course, he couldn't get what he wanted with his luck.

Your lips pressed up to the skin of his neck, and words spoke in a muffled way as you shifted downward.

"You're perfect."

He could barely even tell that the snort that rang out came from himself; the sound quiet before he smiled.

"Yeah?"

With an inhale, you continued, "We're perfect."

His head lied back against the headboard, too tired to keep it up anymore, even to look back at you.

He sighed. "Egotistical much?"

The way your arms grew tighter around him made it all the more worth it to him.

"Perfect match."

A hand rolled down your back, creasing the folds so he could rub the muscles underneath. The bones in his hand popped as he cracked his knuckles, trying to relieve himself of some of the aching tension building underneath.

Sometimes he'd rather die than let himself look soft, but that didn't change the fact was as large as his heart. He'd already given too much to people who didn't care enough in his eyes, and even if you were supposed to be different, he couldn't help putting up an act.

And so he scoffed, "Sure, we are."

Like it didn't deter you, you resumed, and from there, he just had to keep himself quiet so you couldn't hear how breathy he was getting.

"You and I? Two peas in a pod."

He clicked his tongue and then just rested his head over yours. "Sure."

"Two fags on an ashtray."

That was enough to get a laugh out of him.

"Yeah, okay."

After shifting around in place for awhile, he made it so his neck didn't feel like it was going to snap, lying back on the bed itself. He wrapped both his arms around you in turn.

"Just go to sleep, babe."

#jason todd x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc #written #fluff

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oblivious-idiot · 1 year

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Can you write a George Karim x reader? Maybe one where the reader keeps having nightmares and has to keep checking on George to make sure he’s alright?

Midnight Comforts

AN: I really loved writing this! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, season finale spoilers

Word count: 700~

Pairings: George Karim x Reader

A week had past since the Bone Mirror case and you can’t stop thinking about George and how you almost lost him that night. It makes you think back to the previous weeks since the first encounter with the mirror, how you were too distracted on making sure Lucy and Lockwood didn’t end up in the Thames that you hadn’t noticed George’s change of state.

You kick yourself for not being there for him, because with that scare it made you conscious that you’re not sure how you could ever live without him. Yes he can be annoying, doesn’t really think about the words coming out of his mouth, gets a little jealous sometimes, and likes to bake the Skull in the oven, but you wouldn’t change any of those things about him. Even if you did feel a little sorry for the Skull sometimes.

Even though that case is now over, your unconscious mind wouldn't let you rest. You would toss and turn in bed as you tried to sleep, eventually drifting off from exhaustion, but you were only greeted by horrid nightmares. Nightmares that would be a mix of seeing George's lost eyes, his body in Ghost Lock as the phantom closed in over him, and even seeing his eyes glazed over to a milky white colour as if he'd been Ghost Touched. When the nightmares became too much for your tired brain, you would wake up frantically in a cold sweat, heavy breathing as your heart raced inside your chest.

As you calmed yourself down, you couldn't get it out of your mind that you had to go check on George, just to see if he was alright. You slowly crept down the first flight of stairs until you were outside of George's room, and as quietly as you could, you slowly opened his bedroom door. You let out the breathe that you hadn't realised you'd been holding as you see George spread out across his double bed in a starfish position, snoring loud enough to scare away any ghosts.

This carried on for the next couple of nights - and each time the nightmares would become worse as you got less and less rest. When you next came down the stairs to check on George, you were surprised to see him stir when you opened the door.

'Y/n... is that you?" his voice raspy from being half asleep. "I- sorry George, I-, I was having a nightmare" you reply back, the exhaustion clearly noticeable in your voice.

George sat up as he turned on his bedside lamp and put on his glasses, giving you a puzzled look "What was it about? You can tell me." he says, scooting over in his bed so you could sit down next to him. Once you'd settled onto the bed, you began to tell him about your horrid nightmares and how scared you had been about losing him, your words spilling out and turning into a sob, unable to stop yourself.

Although he wasn't known for being the most touchy-feely person, George pulled you into his side and cradled your head on his chest, shushing you as he slowly ran his fingers through your hair. "It's all okay y/n, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere" you turn your head up so your eyes meet his "You better not, who else is going to give the Skull it's regular bakes in the oven?" your comment making the both of you laugh.

Your eyes began to droop as you snuggled into George's safe embrace "You know you sleep like a starfish right. Oh and you snore too." "I do not snore, you're making that up" he replies, his chest lightly bouncing as he chuckles at your sleepy state. "It's the loudest snore I've ever heard," your voice going quieter as you move closer to sleep, finding comfort in his familiar scent of cinnamon and burnt candles "you're lucky I like everything else about you, otherwise I'd probably mind." Unsure what to respond with to your last comment, George rests his head on yours as he closes his eyes "I like you too y/n", your soft snores on his chest indicating your much needed sleep.

(is George wearing any trousers in this? who knows, I’ll let you decide on that)

#allie writes #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #george karim #george karim x reader #lockwood and co imagines #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle

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bengiyo · 5 months

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Theory of Love Rewatch Ep 8 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Khai began his bisexual awakening, and I gave the show points for handling the interior experience of that with a lot of honesty. I appreciate that no one is on Khai's side about going after Third, let alone Third. I like that Two especially doesn't want Khai messing with Third. I am glad that Third has been moving on with his life, and I like how now that we're outside of his head Third seems kind of aloof. I like that Khai's reputation is working against him as he tries to be serious about Third. Meanwhile, Bone is working on a big project with Paan and making eyes at her. We left at Khai being cast in Third's play as the jerk lead.

Ep.08 The Proposal

Third is actually so mean and I love it.

I also like that Third is annoyed by Khai hovering over him lately.

Khai tried to fuck with Un and Un said, "Pot-kettle-black, bitch."

LOL, even Shane is on team Let Third Be Into Someone Else.

It's kinda funny how most of this gang has no skill when it comes to people they actually like.

Okay, this car scene with every radio station playing some kind of sad song about heartbreak was funny.

They're getting some good resonance with Lynn. Her boyfriend got tired of her and she's wondering if she should change. Khai is also struggling with who he should be for Third.

I think White may have actually been in a fight before. His reactions to ministrations feel correct.

LOL. Bone said Un is way better than you, Khai. Get wrecked.

Un said, "What do you know of Third? Aren't you his best friend? Answer, quickly!!"

I feel no sympathy for Khai at all. He always tossed Third at girls he was done with and used him as a shield. He deserves no regard from Third after all the shit he pulled. He can't even handle girls he flirted with being annoyed with him.

Taking a nap while waiting for the file to export is so real.

Yes, Two, get that shot in at Khai for always dumping Third for girls.

I really like Gun's gait. He doesn't often adjust it for his characters.

I struggle to feel for Khai's heartache here, because he's hurt more people than just Third.

I'm so sick of this orange balcony as the transition shot.

Who are you jealous of here, Two?

Wow, is Khai going to actually tell Third he's quitting? That's better than his usual avoidance tactics.

So, Khai, you're saying you want to...Make It Right? You don't do that by kissing a sleeping person, especially one you've wronged.

Finally, Third gets mad. I've needed him to get mad. I needed him to go to the window, stick his head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell! And I'm not going to take this anymore!"

Good thing he wore that helmet!

Yes, montage of all the things Khai did to Third. I'm glad you're finally recognizing your shit even if you think this is the end.

In the words of Susan Ivanova, "All love is unrequited." I'm actually enjoying this part of the show a lot. Khai is so bad at this and can't stand that Third is inaccessible to him now. You don't know what you got till it's gone, and I am not feeling sympathy for this man child. I like that his bros give him shit constantly and never let up until he starts to break. Khai created the world around him with his callousness, and I'm enjoying seeing him grate against the other side of it. Ending on him sliding across pavement and getting torn up is an excellent choice, because our bodies are so fragile. It's good to illustrate how he thought he was immune to all of that on his beloved Charlie and all the ways he projected onto that only to see him dashed across the road as he thinks about his friend he never realized how much he loved until that friend cut him off.

As always, this rewatch is sponsored by @lurkingshan, with support from @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm. Also tagging @twig-tea by request.

#Theory of Love #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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rarlkove · 11 months

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I don't do a lot of writing, but here's something I wrote a while back and never posted. About Echo. Fairly short.

Zane should not be jealous. He should not be.

Zane was not built to be jealous. He was built to be a companion, the only source of company in his father’s indefinite prison in the center of the endless sea, besides the leviathan that stood guard outside.

And yet.

Zane was built to listen as his father spoke about one thing or another. Mostly about before the lighthouse, a foreign concept. Zane has never known anything besides the lighthouse.

Father did not go many places before being imprisoned. In fact, to Zane, it seemed as if the only difference between Father’s old life and his new one was being surrounded by miles upon miles of ocean rather than snow and trees, having a giant sea monster to fear rather than treehorns. And, of course, having the option to leave.

And, of course, having a son made out of flesh and bone, rather than scraps of metal.

Zane was built to help around the lighthouse as his father, once rejuvenated by some sort of strange tea, once again grew old and frail, human as he was. Same as the other Zane had as Father had deteriorated the first time, whenever that was.

Zane was built to be a replacement.

Perhaps Zane was built to be jealous.

And perhaps, Zane thinks, waking up one day in a lighthouse with no leviathan, no Father, nothing but the tidying robot and the lapping waves to hear him. Perhaps, Zane was built to be forgotten.

Zane doesn't know the details around his Father's death. Father always tended to avoid those as much as possible. There's something Father isn't telling him, but Zane knows his Father passed away in his treehouse in the middle of a cold, snowy forest with his son by his side. Did the other Zane know where the nearest town was? How to navigate through the trees? How to stave off the cold? He never dared ask. But the other him could be long dead, laying frozen in the snow. Even if he'd found his way to civilization, humans are fragile. Zane knows this. His copy could have gotten sick. He could have fallen down a particularly large set of stairs, or been murdered.

Does Zane want that?

Does Zane want to be the only Zane in the world?

Maybe. No. He doesn't know.

Zane has seen pictures of the other Zane. The person he was built after. He'd say his father did a pretty good job with what he had. Zane doesn't know how long Father had been here before he was built, or even how long it has been since he was built, but he does know it's been a long time. Years and years. The other Zane must be an adult by now. Is Zane still an accurate copy?

If the other Zane is out there, how has he changed? How has he aged? Has he dyed his hair, or cut it, or grown it out? Has he gotten taller? Had any piercings done?

Zane imagines, for the first time, looking into the eyes of the other Zane and seeing something other than a perfect human version of himself.

He'd like that. He'd like that very much.

"Echo? Echo! There you are!"

This strange person in blue speaks as if he knows him. He would remember, if anyone else ever came here. Wouldn't he?

"Oh, right, uh, you don't remember. I'm a friend! And look, I brought your brother!"

His… brother? He couldn't be talking about…

The person Zane was built to replace ducks into the basement, smiling.

He has changed.

He's dressed up like a ninja. He's got a scar running down the side of his forehead that stops before it hits his eyebrow.

Most notably, his body is entirely metallic.

He's… He's a…

Zane can't stop himself. He falls onto the floor laughing harder than he's laughed in a long time, maybe ever.

"I… fail to see what is funny about this situation." Zane's lookalike says. Zane can only barely hear him over his own hysterical laughter.

"Give him a minute. He'll calm down long enough to explain in, like, half an hour." The blue one says, with an odd amount of certainty. Zane takes a huge, unnecessary breath.

"YOU'RE A ROBOT!" Zane howls, dissolving immediately back into uncontrollable laughter.

#ninjago

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 1 year

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Bungo Stray Dogs Headcanons, but it’s only the characters that I think deserve more attention

I'm currently on a BSD kick, so have these headcanons while I feel ✨Inspired✨

I'll take requests for other characters, these two are just the only ones I have inspiration for right now.

Tw: Aku’s a yandere so yeah. He’s also kinda just a violent disaster of a person in general.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

🖤‼️ I got one word for you, and that word is Yandere. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. If you manage to catch his eye, he will kill to keep you by his side. He’s certainly a dangerous one, so watch your back! Yes, he will kidnap you. You kinda brought this on yourself by searching ‘Akutagawa x reader’

🖤‼️He has no idea what love is, actually. He just knows that the world is a dangerous place and he’s the only one strong enough to protect you. It’s going to be a while before he can put a name to this strange feeling, so just sit tight while he figures it out.

🖤‼️Gets a lot of advice from Chuuya, mostly. It’s not that everyone else doesn’t already know that he’s helplessly in love with you, it’s that they’re all scared of him. Chuuya is the only one who isn’t, and thusly he is the advice giver. He actually gives surprisingly good advice, despite his rather angry personality.

🖤‼️It’ll be a while before he trusts anyone else around you. Eventually, you’ll basically be an honorary member of the Port Mafia, but for the LONGEST time he refuses to let anyone else even speak to you. Chuuya does not give a fuck, and visits you while Aku’s out on a mission. Don’t worry, Short Ginger’s got your back. He’ll be your best buddie and wingman.

🖤‼️He has absolutely no clue how to socialize like a normal person. You think Dazai took the time out of his busy schedule to teach Aku how to function socially? Absolutely not. He was too busy turning Aku into the perfect killing machine. Aku is incredibly blunt and literal about everything, and he takes everything way too seriously. 90% of jokes will fly straight over his head, which is pretty funny in its own right.

🖤‼️Gin is the first person Aku trusted with you. She’s his sister, after all. You’ll likely become friends with her, which pleases Aku. He wants all the important people in his life to get along.

🖤‼️If you’re not already a secret badass, become one. Just trust me. Aku is very into that. If you suddenly whip out a gun and save his ass by shooting a bitch without hesitation, he’ll be hooked forever. He’ll be so stunned in the moment that he won’t be able to function properly. Remember that scene in season 3, episode 11? Where he just said yes to everything? Yeah he relapses into that.

🖤‼️Please validate him. Tell him he’s the best and the strongest. He needs to hear it from somebody he cares about. And maybe try to convince him to not seek after Dazai’s validation so much. Does his opinion really even matter? I mean, he certainly doesn’t seem to care about Aku.

🖤‼️He spends more time in the infirmary than out of it. This hard-headed idiot pushes himself well past the limits of what his frail body can handle LITERALLY EVERY FIGHT. You’re going to be spending a lot of time sitting by his hospital bed hoping he’ll wake up from whatever coma he’s currently in. Somebody needs to tell him not to push himself so hard, and it may as well be you.

🖤‼️Please make him take care of himself. Force feed him if you have to, but this boy needs a sandwich. Good gracious, he’s a fucking toothpick. There is no meat on his little toothpick bones. Make him bathe, too. At least make him wash his hair and put on deodorant.

🖤‼️No, he will not let you steal his coat. He will get you a matching one, if it’s really that important to you.

🖤‼️Aku opposes physical affection at first, especially in public. He can’t have people thinking he’s a softie! Eventually, he’ll warm up to it. Only in private, though. Unless he happens to be jealous. Then he needs to show this other guy who you belong to.

🖤‼️Over all, probably the third most dangerous pick in the show. First being Fyodor, and second being Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. It’s not that he lacks power or ruthlessness, just that he has a very obvious issue that can be fixed with some hard work and dedication. He needs lots of validation, and to have some sense beaten into him from time to time.

Edgar Allen Poe

🤎🦝 Oh gosh I love this underrated mf so much- there really isn't enough content of this sweet introvert baby- Anyway, Poe is the sweetest, shyest little bean pole. I think he would like someone who won't abandon him at parties. *ahem* ranpo *ahem* He would also love it if you would read his stories and give him positive feedback. Please. Just do it. He deserves it.

🤎🦝He does have some… interesting… mood swings. Honestly, he can be moodier than most girls on their periods (i can say that, because I’M a girl). One minute he’ll be happy and cheerful, and the next he’ll be Tamaki-Amajiki-ing in the corner. If you don’t know what that means, go watch My Hero Academia.

🤎🦝He and Karl are a packaged deal, obviously. I’m sorry if you have some deathly fear of raccoons (if you do, then why the heck are you simping for raccoon man??) but that’s how it is. Karl is his best buddie, and will be your best buddie too. Look on the bright side, you get to pet a fluffy raccoon!

🤎🦝You met during one of the ADA’s office parties, which Poe attended to show Ranpo his latest novel. Unfortunately, Ranpo is easily distracted and abandoned poor Poe within five minutes. Seeing the incredibly nervous introvert in the corner, you decided to talk to him. Congratulations! You now have a second shadow! Poe is so incredibly insecure in social situations that he will cling to you for as long as you’re willing to put up with him, even if you’re also introverted.

🤎🦝If you like to write, he would love to read your writing! He’ll give you pointers on how to make your writing better. Y’all meet up regularly to discuss your latest projects, read each other’s work, and give each other tips and ideas.

🤎🦝He is WAY too shy to confess to you on his own. He writes so many letters, but never has the courage to send them. He also practices with Karl daily, and still can’t handle the pressure. Somebody please help him-

🤎🦝He tries to ask Ranpo for advice (probably a bad idea) and Ranpo outs him immediately. (“Oh, you’re crushing on y/n, aren’t you?”) Ranpo advises him to just confess already. The World’s Greatest Detective definitely already knows that you’re crushing on Poe. It doesn’t take a genius to see how much you’re pining for each other!

🤎🦝Cafe dates!! Library dates!! Anywhere decently quiet and calm. Poe really doesn’t like large crowds, so maybe no big social gatherings. He enjoys just relaxing at home and reading next to you.

🤎🦝Loves physical affection, but is so so so shy about initiating it. Please just grab him and snuggle him so he doesn’t have to worry about it. Hold his hand! Give him kisses, if you can reach! He absolutely loves to cuddle. With how tall he is, he makes a great big spoon. He could probably just envelope your entire body with his.

🤎🦝Apparently he’s also rich?? Not certain if this is canon (edit: it is!!!) or not but we’re going with it anyway. That way, he can spoil you. If you like to read, he will buy you so many books. You’ll never have time to read them all. Artist? He’ll buy you art supplies! Any other hobbies? Taken care of. Saw a cute necklace/dress/outfit/whatever? It’s on your doorstep within a week.

🤎🦝All in all, a phenomenal pick. Perhaps the best in the show (in my opinion, anyway). Yeah he’s super clingy and insecure, and has some interesting mood swings, but he’s still just a good lad who deserves all the love in the world. Plus he has a pet raccoon, and that’s just really cool.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd poe x reader #bsd edgar allen poe x reader #bsd Akutagawa x reader #bsd ryunosuke akutagawa x reader

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smartycvnt · 4 months

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Lost and Found

Title: Lost and Found

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

Summary: Y/n in reunited with Chris after he is supposedly lost at sea.

Word Count: 983

"We have an update on Agent Redfield." Y/n tried not to get too ahead of herself at the news. Chris had been missing for weeks now, and nobody had been able to come up with any sort of solution. They had even been rumored to have lost multiple agents in their rescue attempts. Y/n wanted Chris back, but she also knew that the last thing he would have wanted was for someone else to lose their life because of him.

Even just hearing about the deaths of other agents that Chris wasn't responsible for hit him hard. That was one of the reasons that Y/n loved Chris so much. He was so compassionate, even if he tried his best to hide it and look tough. Y/n had never bought it, however, and even if she had, she was smart enough to know that Chris's compassion made him a good leader.

Y/n replayed Chris's last message to her again and again on the way to headquarters. It had been frantic, something about terrorists and Jill. Y/n knew that Jill Valentine would always be a priority for Chris, occasionally over her. They had been together since Chris's STARS days back in Raccoon City. If it wasn't for Jill coming out and telling Y/n that she was a lesbian, Y/n would have been jealous of Jill and Chris's relationship.

"Ms. Y/l/n, right this way." Y/n was impressed by the sheer size of the BSAA's DC base. The headquarters was always bound to be the biggest base of any agency, but the BSAA still felt fairly new. Y/n was glad that they had moved along as quickly as they had, even if she didn't like the implication of things growing so exponentially.

There would always be threats to the world out there, but Y/n feared that they were nearing the point of no return. Biological warfare was another class of horrors from the things that Y/n had faced whenever she had enlisted. She had only ever really seen files from case reviews, but she couldn't imagine the mental scars that came from living through something like Raccoon City.

"Connors, thank god! What's going on here?" Y/n rushed over to the first familiar face that she saw in the building. It wasn't exactly a friendly one, but Y/n knew that people got nervous whenever they saw her snooping around their place of work. Her job entailed that someone had fucked up. She knew that Chris was friendly, but he was also a very private guy, so there was a good chance that nobody else really knew about their relationship.

"Didn't they tell you? I'm sure that it would have been detailed in the indicent report," Connors told her. Y/n clenched her jaw nervously.

"I'm not here on official business," Y/n told him. His face dropped for a moment, and Y/n thought the worst. Something had to have happened to Chris.

"They found Redfield, but we lost Valentine." Y/n knew that was just as bad as losing Chris. She dropped the conversation and began to sprint towards the room she'd been directed to earlier. Y/n's excitement about seeing Chris was combated by the knowledge that Valentine's body was probably occupying a cooler in one of the sub levels.

"Chris!" Y/n shouted as she burst through the doors. Chris looked like they had kept him there for a few days before alerting her, which she would be addressing at a later time. He seemed to perk up a little, but Y/n could tell that he wasn't going to be himself for a while.

"Y/n, I am so glad to see you. I love you so much." Chris hugged Y/n tightly. The slight pain from him hugging her too hard was ignored. She would have let him completely crush her bones to dust in that moment if that was what he needed. "J-Jill, I-I, she's gone."

"I know, and I am so sorry," Y/n apologized. Chris looked down at her with tears in his eyes. Y/n couldn't remember the last time that she had seen Chris cry in front of her. It had to be at the height of his nightmares, which Y/n was certain would flare up again. All she could do was hope that she could figure out some way to help and console him. Whatever he needed, Y/n would make herself available to do.

"I have to tell Claire. What am I going to tell her?" Chris asked hopelessly. "She'll never forgive me for not saving her."

"Claire will work past this, just like you will. It will all take time, and I'll be there for both of you for as long as you'll let me," Y/n promised. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, debating whether or not to continue before she did, "I am just so glad to have you back. I don't know what I would have done without you Chris. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Y/n," Chris said. He clung to her like he was afraid that she'd float away or something. Y/n was given another 5 minutes with Chris before someone came to take Chris's statement again. Y/n was forced out of the room then, and like clockwork, her phone rang with her boss's number flashing across the screen.

"Y/l/n," Y/n answered. She didn't want to have to investigate this incident, but it was part of the curse at being the best at what she did. The next time that she went into Chris's room, it wouldn't be as the girlfriend that he needed, but rather the investigator that everybody dreaded to see snooping around the base.

#my writing #one shot #resident evil x reader #resident evil #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield

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danosrosegarden · 11 months

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helloooo!!!! :3

so i had this idea pop in my head and i would love to see what you do with it!

So basically edward most certainly has an account on onlyfans to see women on there i just feel it in my bones, but anyway his favorite account on there is the reader’s….and let’s say one day she just randomly moves in next to him? he’s freaking. the. FUCK. OUT. i mean his favorite onlyfans model moving next to HIM?? oh he’s creaming his pants forrr sureee, anyway she’s just the sweetest person ever and interact with him (and he’s just there profusely sweating like “she’s talking to me???”) whenever she’s lucky to get to see him come out of his apartment like for example he’s leaving for work and she’s making her way outside aswell to run some errands, and the more they’re getting close and being friends she invites him to her apartment for food or drinks and he’s just flipping the fuck out because he loves her (and her OF content) so much, and that leads to smut 🤭

and i dont know maybe…. one day he could appear in some of her OF content….. if he wanted to of course

anyway have an amazing and lovely day/night!

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Girl Next Door - Edward Nashton x Camgirl!Reader Headcannons (NSFW)

Contains: descriptions of masturbation and camming. Also, a jealous and somewhat delusional Eddie.

Note: return of the camgirl! I truly love this dynamic. I know this concept has been done before with Eddie, so I tried to be original as could be.

♡ "Excuse me, sir? Could you lend a hand for a moment?" Edward's blood runs frosty, his limbs frozen solid as he watches you struggle with your boxes in front of your apartment door. The contents inside clatter about in loud cymbal crashes. There's no fucking way.

♡ The shine coating your hair is the same shine he's seen late at night on his laptop. The curves of your hips are the same curves he's got his eye on as he pumps his cock with a tight grip. The curl of your pouted lips, the bat of your long lashes, hell, the sparkling color of your nails...it's really you, isn't it?

♡ It takes every fluid ounce of strength flowing through his body for him to not jump for joy. He was on his way to the store, but groceries could wait. "Uh, yes, of course," he coughs, scrambling to help hold the boxes.

♡ "Thank you," you say. "I'm new to Gotham. You're actually the first person I've really interacted with." Oh, how heartbreaking. A sugar-sweet angel like you shouldn't have to have her blood pumped and tainted with the filth of this city. If only I could find a way to protect her...to hold her close to me, then nothing bad could happen...

♡ As it turns out, you live two doors away from Edward. You offer a warm smile as you enter your apartment and close the door. Edward nods and rushes back to his own place, instantly peeling his pants away and frantically pulling out his cock. He's grasping at the faint notes of your perfume still swimming around in his nostrils.

♡ Regular porn didn't do it for him. Everything was so...stiff. The moans pouring from the women's mouths reeked of plastic. Fake. That's what it all was. The concept of paying for what he liked seemed more appealing. After all, these were real girls in the comfort of their own homes. Real pleasure. He liked seeing that.

♡ It didn't take long to find you...and he was smitten. You were a real life doll, overflowing with enchanting beauty, soft skin dripping with grace. Your moans were luscious and candy-coated. And besides all that, he could tell you were really enjoying yourself each time you appeared on camera. Oh, how he wished he could hear those groans in person and feel them dissolve on his tongue. How he wished he could just reach out and touch that smooth skin, tug on that soft hair...and now you were here. It felt like a fluffy-clouded dream.

♡ He imagined it with his eyes squeezed shut and his fist gliding up and down, his cock throbbing and glossy with precum. You would invite him over for dinner one night. After all, he was the only person you knew in Gotham. Something about that excited him. You would open the door and Edward's breath would snake out of him, floored by your bewitching allure.

♡ The night would wax and wane to the tune of wine-soaked laughter and stolen glances. "You're so cute, Eddie!" you'd say. "I just want to eat you up!"

♡ A breathy whimper slid from his mouth as he pumped faster, thinking of how small brushes of the hand would turn into grazing up and down his sensitive sides. How that would morph to the shedding of clothes, the soft click of kisses, the candied sound of your moans as you slid down onto him.

♡ He was always jealous of the comments you'd respond to while playing with yourself. Every "you're so pretty" turned his blood a deeper shade of furious red. Each "I want to fuck you" made his heart race with rage. You were supposed to be just for him. His little secret.

♡ "Mine," he growled lowly, tugging desperately, feeling his high draw closer. "Mine." Maybe one day you'd let him come on camera with you...then he'd really show those pigs what they could never have.

♡ Hot cum wept from his tip as his breath hitched in his knotted throat. He did feel a twinge of guilt rip through his organs for a split second afterwards...you had barely spoken two words to him, and here he was, leaking all over his clenched fist from the thought of you.

♡ He couldn't afford to wallow in his pathetic disgrace for too long, though...he had a mission now. It was time to make his dream girl his reality.

#Eli’s writing #Danonation #Paul Dano #Edward Nashton #The Riddler #The Batman #Edward Nashton x reader #The Riddler x reader #Edward Nashton x you #The Riddler x you #Edward Nashton x Y/N #The Riddler x Y/N

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marleyybluu · 1 year

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Crazy

Idk what to name thislol

Rio x reader

Summary: A girl flirting with Rio rubs you the wrong way

Warnings: a brief moment of violence (?), beer bottle to the head

This was inspired by this scene I found on TikTok. Thought it was kinda funny.

He leaned against the wall making sure to keep an eye on you while you enjoyed yourself in the crowd.

He wasn't one for outings, he preferred to stay home on a Saturday night but being as smitten with you as he was he did pretty much anything you said and so that's what led him here.

You didn't push him too far out of his comfort zone, if he didn't want to dance he didn't have to so you ventured off after a couple of shots and found a group of equally inebriated women to dance with.

Rio smiled at the social butterfly that you were, always making friends in the strangest places and with such ease.

It seemed like all eyes were on her and with that jealous bone in his body he clearly didn't appreciate it but he knew you wouldn't fall for these cornballs and their wacky ass pickup lines, you could handle your own but if he saw anyone lay even a pinky nail on you, he'd air the place out.

You wore a tight Olive green dress, one he wasn't too keen on you wearing but knew that he couldn't tell you what to do. It seemed to be grabbing a little too much attention but again you were okay and no one had made any physical advancements at you.

In Rio's gaze, he failed to notice that he himself was under a watchful eye, a stranger across the room completely infatuated with the young man. She was drunk and the liquid was definitely giving her courage, she left her table of friends informing them she'd be back.

Next thing he knows there she is right next to him, a smile on her face and determination in her eyes. "Hi, how are you?"

He rolled his eyes not giving an answer.

She tried again. "How come you're here all alone?" She giggled. "Way too cute to be here by yourself."

You had stopped dancing, eyes laser-focused on what was going on across the club. Whoever she was, she was smiling a little too hard at Rio who had the most unbothered look on his face. He chuckled when he made eye contact with you, knowing you were about to drag this girl into the streets.

"I'm here with my wife, so you can go." He informed. But she wasn't having it.

"I don't see her, or a ring on that finger. What? Am I making you nervous?"

Quite the opposite.

She rested her hand on his chest. Your jaw clenched. Rio sighed and pointed in your direction. "That woman over there, the one who's watching us. That's my girl. So, if you don't mind. I'm good."

Rio didn't know how much that woman had to drink, but she seemed a bit too cocky when she said: "I'll handle it." Handle what? He thought but shrugged letting the following events play out.

The woman had approached you, all sweet and false at first, then some bullshit about how she knows you're not really his wife and that she could take Rio with ease anyway. You didn't say anything, just grabbed the nearest beer bottle and clunked it on her head breaking the brown bottle into pieces.

She screamed holding her head as she cried. "Watch who the fuck you're talking to." You bit. It didn't take long for Rio to snatch you up and take you outside after causing the kerfuffle. He had a smirk printed on his face as he walked you to the car.

“You are crazy, you know that?” He laughed kissing your cheek as you slouched on the passengers side. He started the car and fled the area before any security popped out from the building.

“She shouldn’t of touched you. And then she wanna come talk to me like she’s a higher power. She’s lucky the bottle is all she got.”

“Well, what if I liked her touching me?” He joked. “Don’t make me grab the steering wheel Christopher.”

He hollered. “Chill ma. Damn. Lucky I love your crazy ass.”

You closed your eyes resting your head back. “You want something to eat?”

“Yes please.”

I’m at that stage (?) where I hate everything that I write and it’s been like this for almost a month wtf do I do???😭 I mean I hope you guys liked this one idk

If you liked this fic feel free to like this fic. Comments, reblogs help

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theoxeny · 5 months

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Nightshift

Let me tell you how I beat the nightshift.

About three years ago, I got a job at a local bakery. It was good work. Only issue was that I was scheduled for the morning shift, and morning for a baker is very early. My shift started at 3, the bakery opened at 7. This meant there were two crowds.

The first was 9-5ers on their way to work. They'd rush in and out with less than a dozen words spoken to you and much less in tips. I started despising them saying "good morning." The two words felt mocking from their lips.

The second were the night shifters. I liked them better. A strange bond forms between people who work at unorthodox times. They'd talk to me like I was a long lost friend. About life, work, dreams, hopes, and sleep. Always about sleep. They tipped a lot better too.

It was a member of this second group that caught my eye one dark fall morning. When I first saw him, I wondered if vampires were real. He was so pale. Fresh snow would've been jealous of his skin. It stretched across his thin body like it was one size too small. His uniform didn't help. It was like his boss had found the most violent greens and pinks available for his baggy shirt. Gangrenous black hair poked from a similarly purple hat. It was matted and unkempt. Every part of him was pale but his eye bags.It was the kind of black that ate light.

And them he walked up to the counter

"I'd like a cup of coffee, black." He said in a voice that had never known sleep.

"Coming right up," I said. I poured him his coffee and handed it to him.

"Thanks, I really needed this." He said. He did something that would be charitably described as a smile, showing off black teeth. I flinched. When I looked back he was walking out the door, a large morning group replacing him. It wasn't long before I forgot about him.

Now there were others I'm sure were them. One man seemed to walk, order, and eat asleep. Another woman seemed on every stimulant known to man, going on these long and nonsensical tangents to herself. Another was delirious to the point that I barely understood their order. All of them looked dead, but everyone working the graveyard shift looks dead. Maybe it was them, maybe not.

Not until a month later when another nightshifter walked in did I recognize them. Her skin was gray. It reminded me of the ash found after wildfires, the ash of corpses. At first glance she looked heavyset, but it didn't look right. Her gut was swollen like a balloon. Her faded blue scrubs stretched to their breaking point. Her cheeks were puffed out like the most horrifying chipmunk. This imitation of a person was too ridiculous. I knew then I was dealing with something spiritual. But in situations like this, it was best to play along till you knew who they were. She walked up to the counter and said,

"I'd like a black coffee and a bagel." I tried to find something in it but nothing.

She paid and said, "I really needed this." And there it was. This was not my first time meeting a god. Even when they change faces, they stay the same. It was like hearing a cover of a familiar tune. They might enunciate differently or change the tempo, but it was still the same tune in the end.

I smiled and said, "You’ve gotten a lot more meat on your bones since last time I saw you. So what are you the god of?"

Their eyes bulged. Their entire body convulsed with energy drawn from some hidden well deep inside them. For a moment I worried about my boss telling the pile of my ashes that I still needed to come to work tomorrow. Nothing. Then their body went as placid as a corpse. Their eyes shot around and then leaned forward.

"Fuck kid," Their facade cracked. Their voice sounded more like a dozen speaking at the same time. But just as quick it was repaired "Trying to kill yourself?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Don't fuck with me. How'd you like to never sleep again? Ready to suck the juice out of coffee grounds for the rest of your life?" That was it. The clue I needed to know who I was dealing with.

I grinned. "One of the weaker threats I've gotten. Especially since you won't do it."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you're off work." I pointed out the window, the first glimpses of dawn peaked through it.

They laughed. It hissed out like a last breath. Drawn out, quiet, fading rather than ending.

"You're braver than most, kid." They paused. "Or crazier. Alright, I'll tell yah. I am the god of those who work in unholy hours. They who sacrifice their time, sleep, social lives, bodies, and minds to my altar. And you should be terrified of me."

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm the bastard child of death and capitalism. People pray that they never meet me. Stronger people than you have been broken upon my altar."

I stared them right in the eyes. I could see my reflection in them. I gave my best customer service smile. "Again, off work."

They blinked. "Nothing, huh?” They said. “You're lucky I just clocked out. Just get me my coffee and bagel before I fuck up your circadian rhythm so hard you could fall asleep running."

They sat down at a table. Nobody dared get close, even though they didn't know why. Every so often their head would drift down before springing up again. I poured them coffee and dropped two bagels into their bag. They'd been a good sport. I handed them their food.

"If you ever get lonely on a night shift, give me a prayer would you?" They said.

"I'll keep that in mind."

They smiled, showing off their black teeth again, and then they were gone.

Next day, my boss told me I was working the afternoon shift. Never got another night shift after that.

#paganblr #eclectic pagan #pagan blog #paganism #pagan witch #pagan #witchcraft #witchcore #witches #witchblr #witchy vibes #night shift #writeblr #writing #short fiction #creative writing

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