#YO that SHIT SOUNDS BOMB

[messylustt]

obsessed ( believe me ) — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : scream after ethan revealed himself as ghostface to you, you try to tell the group, hoping they’ll believe you…but ethan has other plans.

contents : surprisingly nothing sexual. a kiss. this is mainly the repercussions + plot after ethan’s reveal. wc 2.1k.

pt one pt two pt three

you had locked your door tight every night whenever you’d be home. you couldn’t let a ghostface get in, you couldn’t let…ethan get in. god, the concept that he’s a killer now confuses and scares you at the same time. if ethan can kill then christ, everyone should be wary of everyone.

you aggressively mix the cupcake batter. you had grown guilty and…well…confused. you hadn’t told the group. though you haven’t had the time—you haven’t seen them since the party. so, it’s not entirely your fault. you need to tell them. they could die if you don’t.

with a final whisk you begin to pour the batter into the cupcake tins. there’s no harm in giving them something tasty as you drop the charming bomb. You place the tin in the oven, already preheated. clicking the timer you pause. what if they don’t believe you?

the carpenter sisters and martin-meeks twins have known you the same length as they have ethan. shit, you should have gotten proof, something that would show your not just pointing the finger. you rest against the counter, watching as the cupcakes begin to bake.

you can feel your heart pick a pace at the thought of ethans words. he kissed you, he wanted to kiss you. what were you thinking letting him? no, you think to yourself. you didn’t have a choice…but it’s not like you absolutely hated the idea. shit.

what if you saw ethan in class? how the fuck should you act? you run your hands down your face, growing agitated and fidgety.

;;

“y/n!” mindy called from across campus. your carrying a box full of your cupcakes, as you take a heavy breath. it’s okay.

you wander over to her, smiling, only to falter when you see chad and ethan reach her side too.

you catch ethan’s gaze and freeze. ethan tilts his head, acting like an innocent shit. you gulp as you notice a ghost of a smirk on his face.

“mindy, can I talk to you for a moment?” if anyone’s gonna believe you about ethan, it’s mindy. she already thinks ghostface is him.

“uh, sure. is it real private?” she seems confused, since this group barely kept anything from each other. you clutch your cupcake box a little tighter, and that’s when chad notices.

“hey! are those cupcakes?”

you smile, offering them to him. “yo, thanks y/n.” he opens the box as you turn back to mindy.

“it’s girls sorta stuff.”

“oh.” she smiles, grabbing your elbow. “we’ll catch up with you later!” she calls back to ethan and chad, as she brings you farther away.

as you stop by a tree, you can't help but glance back at the two boys. chad is stuffing one of your cupcakes in his mouth. you hate the shiver that racks your spine, as you watch ethan take a bite, keeping his gaze on you. he tilts his head down in thanks, and you can spot the mischievous glint in his eyes. he knew they were bribe cupcakes for your point on him being the killer, to make it sound more appealing. but he only finishes the cupcake with a hum.

you whip your gaze to mindy, your expression desperate. “mindy, you know how you're always saying that ethan is ghostface?”

mindy scowls, glancing at him. “yeah, i swear it's him.” She narrows her eyes, before shifting her gaze back to you. “why—do you think the same?”

“i don't think, i know.” you stare at her earnestly. “i saw him. he attacked at my apartment. there was this other ghostface there, who tried to first, and then…” you weren’t going to mention that Ethan kissed you. it was irrelevant. “then he took off his mask.”

mindy is staring at you as your words spill out in a rush. “wait, you're saying ethan attacked you in your apartment, and then revealed himself?” she hisses.

“well, no, he didn’t attack me. he attacked the other ghostface—”

“wait, what?!”

you shush her, glancing around. ethan and chad weren’t there anymore and you were relieved.

mindy stares at you. “why would he attack the other ghostface?”

“i don’t know!” you exasperate.

mindy spins in surprise. “what the fuck?!”

you grab her arm. “but you believe me, right?”

“i believe ethan could be ghostface, but…attacking his fellow ghostie, and then what— revealing himself to you?” she sighs. “it's a little hard to make that make sense.”

“i know, i know. but i swear. that’s what happened.” you're growing desperate, especially as you see hesitance flash across mindy’s face.

“mindy, i wouldn’t make this up.”

she sighs. “but if ethan—as ghostface—went to your apartment not to hurt you, then why was he there?”

you pause. he couldn’t have just been there to…kiss you, right? that doesn’t make sense. you go to explain more about him attacking the other ghostface when you stay silent. ethan saved you from getting killed. would Mindy interpret that as you being on the same side. no. if you’d tell her that, then she’d know you weren’t one of them.

“y/n?”

you meet mindy’s gaze, as her eyes have grown wary. you shake your head. “i don't know why ethan was at my apartment dressed as ghostface. all I know is that he is one of them.”

“i– look i want to believe you, y/n. i like you! but it's just—” she cuts herself off, breathing. “you could be lying because your…ghostface.”

your shoulders slump. this is what you were scared might happen. “mindy, i swear.” you go to grab her arm, but she steps back.

“ethan is still on the top of my list, but…let me just think.” rhen she leaves.

shit. this was supposed to go so much better.

“you should have given her the cupcakes.”

you jump, and whip around to see ethan standing with an almost smug expression. you gulp, stepping to the side. “get out of my way.”

ethan just chuckles. “didn’t work?”

your silence makes him grin. “she already thinks i’m Ghostface, but like you, has no real evidence.”

“i–” you cut yourself off, because he’s right. you have nothing on him. and it turns out your word isn’t enough. “just leave me alone.”

“so cold.” he comments. “we’re in the same lesson.”

your whole body is tense. “come on.” ethan turns, heading to the large building of blackmore.

you both make it to the hallway, bustling with students heading to their respective classes. you stay a decent way behind ethan. you will not be seen with him. that would only contradict everything you said to mindy.

then just as you're about to squeeze past the students to get inside the lecture hall, a hand tightens around your wrist, yanking you to the right. you gasp as you get dragged into a small broom cupboard.

“ethan, what the fuck?” you spin to face him. he stands his back to the now shut door of the cupboard, trapping you in.

“i was kinda hoping you wouldn’t go and be a tattle tale.” he steps closer and you immediately step back, your hand out in warning. “but your cupcakes were very good, so, i guess that’s a plus.”

“ethan. let me out.” you were growing worried, the hairs on the back of your neck spiked.

“and i know i said i’ll leave you alone and all. but, wouldn’t it seem strange if we ignore each other.”

“if you wanna act normal in front of them—fine.” you were scared, and ethan could tell. “but there's no reason for us to see each other alone.” you gesture around the closet.

“that kinda hurts, y/n.” ethan says. “i mean i’m not too much of a fan of PDA, but if you're into that, I’ll settle.”

“what?”

ethan steps closer, and your grip finds a broom. “i like kissing you. and if you don't want to do it alone, then we can do it in front of our friends.”

you gulp, holding your pathetic excuse of a weapon out in front of you. “i’ll keep your secret, they don’t believe me anyway. so, please. there’s no need to kill me.”

“kill you? gave you listened to a word i've said?” wthan brushes his hand across the brustels of the broom. “i’d rather kiss you then, then kill you.” he steps closer. “and the broom’s cute.” he’s trying not to laugh.

“ethan, seriously.”

“i’m being dead serious, y/n.” he says, tapping down the broom as you shake his fingers off. then he backs away. “i’ll see you in class.” then he’s out of the closet, leaving you standing there, breathing hard and even more confused.

;;

you’re standing, talking to tara, as you wait for the rest of the group to be done with classes. mindy and chad come out first. slowly followed by ethan. you stay close to chad, as he tells you about this dick in his lesson.

ethan notices your “subtle” move to be “safe”. chad couldn’t protect you. and not from getting hurt, ethan’s already been clear that that's the last thing he wants to happen. just from him in general. he likes you. he thought it was obvious, but he guesses you're still reeling from him being ghostface.

you all talk and walk, until you’ve reached the carpenter sister’s apartment. ethan then digs in his pocket to retrieve a ring he stole from you in the closet. tara, Sam, and quinn are heading to their apartment.

“uh, y/n?” ethan calls to you, making you glance behind your shoulder. “i have something of yours.” he holds up the ring, as you hesitantly step closer, your hand out. you think you must have dropped it on your walk.

but ethan strides over, passing your hand and grabbing your chin. before you can say a word ethan is pressing his lips to yours, you stumble slightly back, along the gravel. chad is watching, mouth hanging open. “holy shit,” you catch tara say, as ethan pulls back, with a grin.

you're staring at him agape, as you hear a few hollers from chad. if only he knew. ethan then whispers in your ear. “i’ll call you.”

;;

you're staring at your phone in your apartment, scared for it to ring. and when it does, you hesitate grabbing it.

when you do, you take a reassessing breath. you had to end whatever this was. “hello, y/n.”

ethan’s using the ghostface modulator. prick. “ethan, you don’t have to use that. i know it's you.”

“and where’s the fun in that?” the deep voice breathes a chuckle.

“stop playing games, ethan. stop all of this. i’m not interested.”

“in me?” he inquired.

you hate the fact that you falter. you shouldn’t be fucking faltering! “yes.”

“you're a very unconvincing liar.” ghostface speaks mockingly.

“and you can’t take a hint.”

“tell me y/n,” ghostface speaks, as you pace your living room. “what's your favourite scary movie?” he jokes.

you scoff. “i said no more games ethan.”

“just one.” ghostface half begs. “i promise.”

“you gonna make me another deal?”

“i can.” ghostface shuffles on the other end. “if you play this game with me and win…i’ll reveal myself to our friends.”

you pause your pacing. “what?”

“doesn’t that sound fair?” ghostface probes.

you gulp. would he really? you wouldn’t look like a fool to mindy, and worse a betraying ghostface. you lick your lips. “what’s the game?”

“that’s my girl.” ghostface praises breathlessly. you stand a little straighter, ignoring the butterflies swarming your stomach.

“we’re going to play a simple simon says.” ghostface breathes through the phone.

“simon says?” you repeat.

“mhm.” ghostface hums.

you run your hand through your hair, gathering your thoughts, and a seeable decision. fuck it. all you had to win was simon says. easy. “deal.”

you can almost hear the grin forming on ghostface—ethan’s—face. “let’s get started, then.”

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#. ( archived ) #the ethan effect #ethan landry x reader #ethan x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry oneshot #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream 6 #scream smut #scream #jack champion x y/n

[beaversatemygrandma]

Currently laughing about the fact that there was an earthquake in my location yesterday

But i didn’t notice bc i was running the washing machine at the time and that shook the trailer more than the earthquake itself.

#taks speaks #it was literally mag 3.3 #literally harmless #just a little earth shiver #but the timing. come on. i want to know just what it feels like to have the earth randomly go 'AAAAAAAAA' #but i dont want to feel what its like when it quakes near the ring of fire #i'll stay over here where you get the very very very rare little jolts once in a blue moon bc the appalachains are like 'yo im here' #and no actual plates other than the ancient one just mentioned #bc it literally just went 'AAAAAAAAAAA.im okay.' and stopped #anyways that goddamn spin cycle taking away my chance to have that sudden anxiety that the world is ending thanks #idk why i want to feel that #i just do #i opened the local news out of curiosity this morning and half of it was 'EARTHQUAKE IN THE CITY. 0 INJURIES. 0 DAMAGE.' #and i was just 'wat' #i had to look up just what the Richter scale was to know just how strong it was #apparently it wasn't shit but could be felt as if a huge bombs went off within like fifty miles #....either way the washing machine probably replicated it pretty well #as soon as that thing turns onto spin cycle i have to keep grabbing the remote from the coffee table to keep it from falling off #i still prefer my weather destruction to be by hurricane and not earthquake calamity like in cali #the heavy rain sounds nice sometimes and the houses are built to not be blown over out here sooo it's nice #and hurricane parties #you can't have a party during an earthquake

[hearts4chriss]

𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉!𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑩𝑭!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 + 𝑺𝒖𝒃!𝑷𝒐𝒄 𝑮𝑭

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡!𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐏𝐨𝐜 𝐆𝐅

There’s no doubt this man is ROUGHHH when having sex.

He’s overprotective of you especially when you guys are out and you’re wearing something short and tight.

he hates when you tease, which normally results in him fucking ur brains out.

His favourite thing to do to you when you’ve either, pissed him off, teased him or didn’t do what he asked is edge you.

He gets off watching you beg to cum as he pounding into you with no mercy.

“N-no Chris! Please l-let me cum!”. You’d cry out, already shaking from the previous times he’s edged you.

“Shouldn’t have been acting like a little slut today and you would’ve cum 4 times already”. He groans deep in ur ear continuing to ruin you.

Definitely fucks you in the bathroom at the party and leaves you with cum dripping down your leg.

Leaves you shaking every time, he won’t stop until he feels you either learned ur lesson or he made you feel good.

Loves the sound ur ass makes when he’s fucking you from behind, he’s always touching it, Grabbing it, slapping it all of the above that man loves your ass

Will leave you marked up in hickeys all over ur thighs, tits, inner thighs, as a reminder of whose girl you are incase you forget.

Definitely chokes you while your in missionary / fucking you from behind.

Pulls ur hair but neverrrr where he hurts you

Made sure to establish a safe word

Degrading is his favourite thing, he loves it.

“Fuck- such a little slut, keep making those noises for me yeah?”.

“God ur pathetic, about to cum already?”.

Don’t even get started on dumification.

“Such a dumb whore, fucked out on my cock”.

“Aww look at you, all fucked out from how good I’m making you feel”.

“Wow, I thought you couldn’t get any louder, god you whore”. He’d say this while also trying not to moan because as much he’d never admit it, he loved how you wrapped around him perfectly.

he’d always be quick to remind you who you belong to Like THATS HIS GIRL ( he’s also hella jealous so he’d take you laughing at one of matts jokes, than he’d walk in and thinks your flirting. )

“Your mine right? Or should I call Matt? Seemed to be all over him”.

“can. He. Fuck. Better. Than. Me?”. He’d say all this while thrusting harder in between each word.

“Yeah keep moaning my name baby, let all the neighbours know whose girl you are”.

BIG BREEDING KINK LOVES CUMMING INSIDE YOU

“fuck ma- gonna stuff you with my cum- you’d like that wouldn’t you?”.

“gonna fill your pretty pussy up- shit-“.

The sight of your juices mixed with his could get him off any day

Has a hidden photo album of pictures of you post sex and videos of you screaming his name. Don’t even get me started on the my eyes only.

Loves cockwarming, typically after aftercare he always wants to be close to you.

Despite how rough he is during sex, that man ALWAYS takes care of you after.

Right after you both finish after hell, how many rounds? He’s quick to check on you and sometimes worried he went too far.

“hey baby, you okay? Was it too much?”.

“shh i got you, gonna take care of you now ok?”.

“You did so good for me pretty girl”.

He immediately run you a warm bath with your favourite bath bombs.

He’d clean you up first because he can wait, he’d rather have you feel better than him.

You’re super sensitive after sex so he always takes his time, staring on ur inner thighs first.

“Let me know when it’s too much ok?”.

Despite you secretly loving the rough sex, and you both established that, he would always reassure you.

“Your so pretty yk that?”. He would whisper while helping you in the bath.

“my girl, how’d i get so lucky”.

“Oh and ur definitely not a whore or s-“.

“Chris, baby, I’m okay don’t worry about it”. You’d giggle tiredly playing with the soap.

“I know but ur covered in hickeys like everywhere”. He’d scratch his head.

“Chris please ur back has seen better days”.

He’d go change the sheets to fresh clean ones fresh in the dryer.

Typically you’d want to sleep after so he played those calm noises you like and a glass of water.

right after you dried off with the help of him as you could still barley process what happened, you’d sleep in a shirt of his and a pair of panties.

You’d fall asleep once immediately in the warmth of his arms.

“There you go, sleep well baby”.

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[cuprohastes]

The WTF cycle of War with Humans

Most species that get to the point of being part of galactic society as are pretty chill. There's enough room on one planet to colonise for decades even if other species are doing the same. And everone's done the numbers and the cost of even a small skirmish is just not worth the gains.

But there's always someone who just needs to prove they're interstellar bad-asses or want to see what the new guys are up to.

And every so often they pick on the Humans.

When this happens the other species kick back, get some popcorn and start fuelling up the equivalent of Humanitarian Aid for afterwards.

And as for whichever belligerant species tried it this time... They all have the same Analysis: What the actual F-

Stage 1

Having beaten some colonists, razed a couple of more or less unarmed settlements and rofflestomped some farmboys, everyone is feeling pretty good about how these reputed Hellworlders aren't all that.

Sure some of them were an absolute terror but hey we got armour and theyu ain't. Job done, mission accomplished and... WTF was that?

Something huge jumps in system and out, leaving a couple of massive ships, which are travelling way too fast. WTF?

Stage 2

There is some half assed excuse for a spacecraft that just slammed into the atmosphere at around the speed of LOL. These guys are easy pickings. They just destroyed their own... what. Bomber? Troop carrier? WTF is wrong with these idiots? We'll be wiping our cloacas on their homeworld's treasures by the end of the year, yo.

Those ships... massive, big, wasteful and doomed. They're so big you can see them, glowing, making a streak across the sky... in fact... uh... wait, is that thing turning? It's definitely coming this way. And... shouldn't there be bits coming off at this point? WTF?

Stage 3

Now stuff is coming out. But it's coming out in order. Big chonky machinery, followed by... oh is that Humans?! You almost feel sorry for them. Their ship is doomed and they're throwing themselves out. Your superior lens based optics can see they're just... wrapped in cloth, falling. Did they get sucked out while sleeping? WTF?

Then the big ship opens up front ports and makes a sound like every angry soul that was ever condemned to the pits of the afterlife and all of a sudden this thing is flying?

WTF?!

It rips past overhead trailing a sonic shockwave and bombing the shit out of your landing craft, spiralling at twice the speed of sound while laying down some stupendous amount of white hot ballistic mayhem like you couldn't even imagine. And you're looking at it and you still cannot figure out what you're looking at.

Then a human zips past. WTF?!

They jsut spread their stupid arms and legs and they have a fucking curtain or something tied on and... they can fly?!

Then they're stopping, mid air using some sort of... what is that, sheets? They can do that? WTF?

Stage 4

Now you know what the Hellworlders are really like. They came in their own armour with this stupid blocky pattern that made it hard for you to figure what you were looking at, with guns and knives. They shot through the barricades and walls you hide behind.

They were covered in explosive shrapnel shells and they just did this thing where they twisted and those stupid arms suddenly became launchers, and those little orbs came sailing past and then turned your best soldiers into gooey lumps.

You saw the biggest guy in the unit leap out and this one dumb Human just flipped them over and... You wish you could unsee that. You wish with all your soul you could. WTF? Who does that? Even in a war?

Stage 5

Nobody waited for Command to issue an order to surrender. The Humans? You can kill them, but they'll get you and everyone around you. One of them just turned a command vehicle into a doughnut lined with the burning residue of everyone inside.

Then their tanks showed. They don't float. They roar. They claw along with terrifying speed. They go through your defenses without stopping and there's his big artillery piece on top that's turning your fortifications into a historical rumour. They're just... soaking up. All the punishment you can give. WTF?

Clearly you can die in the blood soaked mud or you can surrender. If Command wants to keep fighting they can come down here.

Stage 6

You threw down your weapons and they just... fed you. There's a cot, a blanket, three meals a day for some reason. Three. WTF? The injured are being patched up, nobody is being tortured and after a few months you even get a package and mail form your Szuch. You're even allowed to send them a message back saying that you're OK.

There's even members of the other Starfaring species showing up to check that the pretty nice barracks is... well. Pretty nice WTF? These guys rode a meteor in then threw themselves at you from a mile up and hand-slaughtered the best your military can train... just to have something to do while their giant, air splitting and ground shaking war machines showed up.

And now they're worried you aren't getting enough sleep or food.

Then they send you home and people see your uniform and ask... How did we lose? Are the humans really that bad? I mean come on, that's just propaganda, right? We're going back to show them who's boss... right?

And all you can do. Is stare and think... WTF?

#HASO #Humans are space Orcs #Humans are Hellworlders

[putaposyinyourhair]

Slowly but Also Like All at Once

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

noah diaz x mirage (cause i love them, your honor)

warnings: none except that it’s a little angsty and noah’s got a lot of feelings and he throws around some f-bombs

just a little angst-to-fluff reunion between the boyz

A static crackling fills the air for a moment.

“Yo, Sonic?”

Noah sighs softly as the incandescent lighting above flickers, carefully setting down his soldering gun before he reaches across the work table to grab the walkie-talkie.

“What’s goin’ on, Tails?”

One of the alley cats that usually hangs outside between the garage and the next building makes a noise that’s halfway between a hiss and a yowl, and when Noah looks over to the open window, his brows arch as he realizes it’s dark out already.

“Any sign of Knuckles?”

Noah frowns, pulling his gaze away from the window and over to the empty spot in the corner of the garage— the spot with the motor oil stain on the ground that Noah can never bring himself to clean up.

Even though it’s definitely high time. It’s been months.

He huffs out a soft breath of air, mentally cycling through the answers that are starting to feel almost programmed by this point.

Kris, he ain’t coming back.

Kris, he’s gone, man.

Kris, stop asking me shit I don’t have the answers to, dude.

Instead he goes with something a little more sensitive.

“Negative.”

Kris sighs loudly over the air and Noah almost smiles. Kris gets increasingly more frustrated the more he asks about it. But every couple of days, without fail, he asks.

And every time he does Noah has to look over at that spot of engine oil on the ground and feel his chest do a weird twisting thing that he really doesn’t like.

“Ma wants to know if you’re coming home for dinner tonight.”

Noah rips his gaze away from the empty corner and glances down at his watch.

Fuck, it’s late.

And he had promised to be there for dinner.

“Yeah, I’ma be there.”

He gets up, gathers the things he doesn’t like to leave in the garage overnight— his more expensive tools and some of the gadgets he’s working on fixing for people— into a cardboard box. He tosses the walkie-talkie into his backpack and throws it over one shoulder before he pulls his keys from one of the drawers and starts heading for the door. He’s almost there when the alley cat outside yowls again.

Noah pauses, the sound reminding him to shut the window before he goes.

He crosses the garage, picking up the pencil he’d forgotten behind on the table as he goes. He shoves the yellow No. 2 pencil between his lips and balances the box in his hands with one hand so he can reach up to shut the window and lock it. He sees a dark little shadow scurrying back and forth down in the alley and rolls his eyes as he turns to head for the exit.

Crazy fuckin’ fur ball.

He steps outside then sets the box down right next to him so he can lock up after himself, still rolling the pencil between his lips and digging his top teeth into the shaft, making little indents as he hums softly— probably some tune he’d heard on the radio earlier.

When the door is locked, he shoves the keys into his pocket and turns, bending slightly at the waist so he can reach down and pick up his cardboard box. Only, he stops short— still kind of bent over— when he’s suddenly swathed in a beam of light and he realizes there’s a car parked not four feet from both him and the garage’s doors. Which is strange because almost everyone in the neighborhood knows Noah’s garage has got those old-fashioned swinging doors instead of the sliding ones.

Noah straightens and shields his eyes from the bright headlights keeping him from being able to see if he can recognize the car.

What kind of fucking dumbass leaves his car parked halfway into the street anyway?

The headlights blink off, almost as quickly as they’d come on, and it takes Noah’s eyes a second to adjust.

Wait…

He knows that car. He knows that silver paint and he knows those blue stripes.

That’s not a car at all.

“Miss me, baby boy?” a sly voice rings out from inside the cabin after a brief crackle of radio static.

Noah’s lips part in surprise and the pencil drops silently to the ground, rolling away a few feet before coming to a slow stop.

“Mirage—” Noah gasps out softly, utterly stunned. “You’re…”

He trails off, not sure what to say.

Last time he’d seen the autobot, Mirage had been deathly silent, still stuck in the form of the suit of armor he’d transformed himself into in order to protect Noah during the battle in Peru.

Now?

Now the cybertronian looks completely restored. Shiny and sleek, sporting a fresh coat of paint and looking exactly like he did the first time they’d met— when Noah had tried to boost him from that garage.

“Here? Back for my boy? The sexiest bot on the block?” Mirage lists off and before Noah can even think to reply, the mech goes on. “Yes to all but especially that last one.”

And Noah, he’s not usually the type of person to give into his emotions so quickly— being ex-military, it was just kind of always ingrained into him to shove emotions aside and focus on the task at hand— but something about seeing Mirage again, hearing the bot speak in that energetic little drawl of his, it does something to Noah.

His chest does that twisting motion again.

But it doesn’t necessarily feel like a bad thing this time around.

“Fuck, man,” the words are exhaled shakily. “I…”

Noah’s not sure why his thighs are suddenly feeling kind of numb or why his knees are threatening to buckle but they must be doing some kind of trembling because Mirage takes note.

“Whoa, hey,” the words ring out clearly from the radio as the mech’s altmode inches forward so the Porsche’s front bumper can steady Noah’s unstable legs. “Didn’t think I’d have you swooning over me this fast.”

Noah is still in a well enough frame of mind that the joke registers and he puffs out a short breathy laugh even as he reaches out to place both hands on the warm surface of Mirage’s hood, to not only help stabilize himself but also to kind of prove to himself that this is real, that it’s really happening.

That Mirage is back.

That Mirage hadn’t just forgotten about him.

That the last time he’d seen Mirage get taken away by Arcee and Bumblebee hadn’t been the last time he’d ever see his friend.

That Optimus Prime’s parting words weren’t true.

“Optimus, please,” Noah begs, completely unashamed, his eyes full of tears as Bumblebee carries Mirage away, followed by a sullen Arcee who keeps glancing over her shoulderpad at Noah. “Please, just let me try, man! I can fix him.”

“I am sorry, Noah,” the gruff leader of the autobots tells him, a new sympathy that hadn’t been there in any previous words spoken between them present in the tone of his voice. “But Mirage is in a state you cannot help him out of.”

“I can try!” Noah argues, stomping his foot like a child as the speed of his beating heart continually increases the further Mirage is carried away from him— it kind of feels like the organ is trying to rip itself out of his chest, almost as if he’s going to have a panic attack. “Man, please—! Please, let me help him. I… I owe him that much.”

“You have my gratitude for all you have done to aid us, Noah,” Optimus tells him with an air of finality that clearly means none of this was ever up for any debate. “Primus willing, we will not meet again.”

Noah shakes his head violently, wishing he could physically beat the memory away with a baseball bat.

Mirage’s radio emits a quiet, inquisitive whizzing sound.

Noah’s entire body shudders in response.

“Shit, I missed you, man,” he confesses finally, as Mirage’s engine purrs underneath the palms of his hands. “I thought… fuck.”

He’d thought he wasn’t ever going to see Mirage again.

He’d thought Mirage was dead.

He’d thought…

The Porsche’s driver-side door swings open with a soft click.

“Wanna ride?”

Noah honestly doesn’t think he’ll ever say no to that question.

#noah x mirage #norage #noah diaz #mirage #mirage rotb #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #mirage x noah

[tvgals]

‘ IF I WANT YO NIGGA, BITCH YOU BETTA WATCH HIM ‘

cheater! toxic! eren x black! fem! reader

cw: eren’s an asshole to his girlfriend, he really only cares about reader, eren’s girlfriend doesn’t have a name, eren doesn’t care about his girlfriend, cheating, lying, cream pie, l-bombs, pussy eating

notes: it kinda gets sloppy as you read since i was rlly rushing to get this out

@kvurlt

eren and his girlfriend were never intimate. besides the occasional blowjob or fingering session. never before has he stuck his dick inside her, he finds it repulsive honestly. he’s never been more bored by an idea more. that might sound harsh, but it’s the truth. sure, in highschool he was fucking left and right, but now, he only has eyes on one girl. not his girlfriend, of course not. she’s just a filler. she’s the one that fell for eren’s emerald eyes and gold chain lugging on his neck, she’s the one that fell for the “i love you” act. how stupid could she be?!

“what the fuck are you doing?” eren grunts, stumbling into his shared walk-in closet, looking at his girlfriend trying on dresses. “trying on outfits. have you..been drinking again?” his girlfriend asks, like this was normal. well..it kinda was. eren would be gone for almost days. not returning calls and texts. “n-no.” he hiccups, wiping his mouth off as if it would help.

“yes you have. i thought you stopped!” she complains, rolling her eyes. “y-ya’ didn’t answer…my question! where’re..ya’ goin’?” eren mutters, stumbling closer to his girlfriend. “out. me and my friends wanna go try this new restaurant. where’ve you been?” she starts asking her own question, ending it in a sultry tone. “with..y/n..smoked nd…*hiccup* drunk a lil..just..a lil though..” eren stutters, searching for a hair tie to pull his hair back.

“y/n? i told you i don’t like her. why do you keep hanging out with her?” she asks, turning to face eren, who was now sat on the floor. “like y/n…she’s…she’s cool…mad pretty too..” eren giggles. his girlfriend isn’t amused, rolling her eyes and sighing.

“you never listen to me eren. i tell you things and you just shrug them off. i finally wanted you to come and eat with my parents! and you totally bailed on me, for a smoke session with y/n? bullshit!” she rants, she knows there has to be something going on between you and eren, she just doesn’t know what. “didnt wanna meet…*hiccup* parents..too early..and y/n jus’ dragged me ‘long… we had a fun time..” he slurred, smiling at the memories. you between his legs, him between your legs, him inside you, kissing, all of it.

“you don’t ever wanna smoke with me. the other day i asked if you wanted to in the car, and you said: ‘sorry, y/n already invited me over to her’s. see you later.’ and you didn’t come over for almost six hours! what the fuck could you have been doing?” she questioned, eren just sat on the floor grinning. “it’s also the fact you’ve never had sex with me. and don’t start with that ‘oral counts’ bullshit. it doesn’t! my friend and her boyfriend are having a baby this summer. you know i’ve always wanted to be a mom, and you’re pushing me aside!” she’s completely abandoned her makeup now, only worried about the man who’s currently sitting on her floor.

“wanna.. wait for marriage..” that was a lie. “gotta be pure..” eren mutters, arm over his eyes to avert the light. “haven’t you fucked y/n? that’s not very pure to me. you and her are attached at the hip when it should really be me and you! i’m your girlfriend for fucks sake. you barely even kiss me!” she grumbled. why was eren so..mundane with her? why did he never talk to her like he did you? why were you so special?

“only…fucked her one time…was reaallll good.. and i always wanna..do shit with you..but you always wanna go out with friends or..wanna go shopping…” eren says, making his own complaints. “no you don’t!” she decided to block out the first thing he said. “y’know what? i’m not gonna argue.” she sighs. “good..now come to bed..” eren grins. he remembered all the times he’s had you over, with and without his girlfriend. “no. leave, now.” she says, stomping her foot like a toddler. “whaatt..whyyy..” eren whines, wiping his eyes, tears accumulating from the light. “because you’re not listening to me. go be with y/n. i’ll see you later, bye!” eren just groans. “not supposed to meet her until like….i dunno twelve?”

“what? you guys…hold on, hold on. you guys MEET when i’m ASLEEP?” she yells, she’s never felt this much rage before. “jus’ sometimes..nothin’ but a weed deal.” eren picks himself up off of the floor, walking towards the bed and bellyflopping. “it’s more than just a deal if you’re gone until 12 in the afternoon. eren, get the fuck out.” she points towards the door. eren throws his hands up in innocence. “alright, alright.” and he walks towards the door, checking his phone. he slides into his yeezy slides and walks out the door, not without the key. “don’t come back!” she says before shutting the door.

eren turns his phone on to call you, the phone ringing only twice before your honey-like voice picks up.

‘rinnieeee!! hiii!’

‘hey ma’. she fuckin’ kicked me out..need you to come and get me.’

‘of course! stay in the lobby, yeah?’

“coo’.”

eren hangs up, finding a spot in the lobby to wait. about ten minutes later, his phone dings. ‘cmon rinnie’ he smiles and walks outside, seeing your mercedes benz waiting in the parking lot. he jogs up to your door and slides in the passenger seat. you barely gave him time to breath in your strawberry scented air freshener before you were asking questions. “what happened?” eren runs his hand down his face. “came home lil drunk…she mad a big ass deal about it..and she told me how i never met her parents, how i never please her, blah blah blah..then i said that me ‘nd you weren’t supposed to meet until 12 and she kicked me out.” he gave you the rundown, you sigh.

“how long you gotta stay at my house? i ain’t got a lot of clothes for you.” you warn, pulling out of the parking lot. “yeah yeah.” eren feels his phone vibrate. he pulls it out of his pocket.

‘hey ren. didn’t mean to blow up like that, if you wanna talk it out we can.’

“is that her?” you asked. “mhm” he just hummed. you sigh, plugging you phone up to the aux, finding your apple music playlist you and eren mutually jam out, going through lauryn hill, mf doom, tyler the creator, and too much more to write. “love being with you y/n.” eren says, pupils big and blown. “aweee, i love being with you too rinnie! now cmon.” you say, parking in your spot, hopping out to walk to your apartment complex. “wanted to move here..she said no.. jus’ wanted to be closer to you.” eren says, intertwining his hand with yours. “rinnie, i don’t understand why you don’t just break up with her. we’ll go anywhere you want. we don’t have to stay here.” you say, caressing his hand with your thumb. you two are now in the elevator, you taking your free hand to press the ‘2’ button.

“i just gotta figure out…when to do it. don’t worry, princess. i’ll get it figured out soon.” he comforts. “yeah, yeah. she knows what’s going on. jus’ please, hurry up.” you two step off of the elevator, walking to your room, still hand in hand. “is my princess jealous?” he asks, the smell of hennessy sitting low on his breath. “maybe. don’t like the idea of you and her fuckin’..” you whisper, opening your door. “oh baby, no one but you. only you.” in one swift motion, eren takes his hand away and picks you up from the bottom of your ass. “ren!” you squeal. eren uses his forearm to hold you up, taking his other hand to the back of your head, forcing a kiss. quickly it heats up, tongue and spit sliding down you two’s chins. eren squeezes you cheeks and pulls away. “need you now…” and he almost runs to your couch, laying you down and throwing your legs over his shoulder.

“please ‘rinnie..hurry up!” you whine, shimmying out of your sweatpants eren had lent you. “takin’ my time..shh princess.” he whispers, pulling your emerald green panties aside and shoving two fingers inside your cunt, making your back arch. “haven’t been fuckin’ yourself huh? can tell, mama’s so tight fa’ me.” eren smiles, the feeling of you on his fingers will almost never fade. “unt unt… waited for you..” you moan, hands clutching onto the couch cushions. “good girl..” eren takes his fingers out and quickly replaces them with his tongue. “oh my goddd..” your eyes roll to the back of your head, grasping eren’s hair and forcing his face into your cunt. “fuck ‘ren.. right there!” you practically scream, eren’s hands come up on either side of your thighs, pulling them apart.

“open ‘em up for me baby.” he whispers into your cunt. “shit rinnie…gonna cum..” you warn him, trying your hardest to stay open for him. “let it go baby..” and so you did, with a scream of his name and a hand still entangled in his hair. “needa be inside.” eren frees his dick from his sweatpants and boxers, letting it hit his stomach with a soft thud. he strokes himself a few times before slowly inching his dick inside of you. “baby…holy shit..” you grimace from the stretch. “take it all in..it’s okay baby.” he reassures, holding your hands and hiding his face in your neck. “ren…” you moan, holding your arms under eren’s scratching his back. “mark me up baby…show her i’m yours..” he smiles into your neck. “i will i will..” you mumble back, feeling your body succumb to its high. “‘m gonna cum eren…right there please..” you moan.

“gonna cum inside..you don’t mind, do you pretty girl? gonna knock you up, yeah?” eren growls, his chain cold on your bare chest. “don’t mind..don’t mind…i love you rinnie…” you whisper, your high teetering over the edge. “cummin…” you say, hooking your ankles onto eren’s back. “mhm…let it out baby..” eren says, grunting when he feels his own high, releasing inside of you. “feels so good..” eren says, raising his head to kiss your cheek. “mhm…” you hum. “heard you say you loved me huh?” he asks, chuckling. “stop..’s embarrassing.” you whine. “how come?” eren asks, pulling out of you and grabbing a throw cover that fell onto the floor.

“y’ have a girlfriend! and and…” you were cut off by a kiss. “i love you too baby. doesn’t compare to you..my favorite girl.” eren says, brushing your curls off your forehead.

after a month or so, eren decided to break up with his girlfriend.

“it’s because of that whore y/n, isn’t it? she took you away just like i said she would! you’re such a fuckin’ asshole, take your shit and get the fuck out.” she cried, dialing someone’s number on her phone. “was already plannin’ on it.”

y/nsinterlude

y/nsinterlude: whoops, got yo nigga!

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blkshoyo: just a cute lil idea i had while writing this

#black reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren aot #eren yeager smut #attack on titan eren #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren <3 #eren x you #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren x y/n #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader smut #eren x fem!reader #blkshoyo

[themochiverse]

The Monster in the Dark | JJK

Banner credits go to the talented @gfxstdio

➳Pairing: yandere!sleep paralysisdemon!jjk X fem!Reader

➳Genre: Yandere, Angst, Horror

➳Warnings: Yandere themes, horror cuz its scary, sorta supernatural stuff happening? Sleep paralysis [like a ton of episodes], scary shit- Jungkook is a horrific menace, swearing, lots of whispering, unknown deep voices, creepy shadows, mental manipulation, NON-CON kissing, NON-CON touching (Nothing sexual happens), choking, suffocation, assumption of death, mentions of death, attempted murder, threats, medication (Sleeping pills), bruises, emotional breakdown, hallucinations & just monster stuff that monsters do during sleep paralysis 😶‍🌫️

**Note: Sleep Paralysis does not cause death, it's only temporary for a while and not permanent. I have researched beforehand so do not come at me if you think I have stated something wrong also bcz this shit has happened to me, so yeah.

➳Synopsis: Sleep paralysis is a common concern for everyone, but once your episodes start to become more frequent, you meet a horrid monster. A horrid monster who has only come for you to join him in his world. You can't run, you can't hide, but you can only watch whatever the hell is going to happen to you right now.

➳Word Count: 9.6k+

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR IRL.

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A/N: This was sitting in my drafts for a while so here it is, finally. Also I met my demon 😬

A/N 2: Holy shit, this was so hard to write.

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“Shh, you know you can’t scream…”

You breathe laboriously, your muscles start to ache and the nippy air enveloping you makes you want to writhe in your bed. But you can't. Your limbs are frozen, and you are unable to move as if you're stuck in place. You can see your whole room, but you're skeptical about whether or not your eyes were open. Oh god, this was another episode. What was it now? The third time this week? 

You try to move a finger or two, but it felt like you were trapped. Your breathing is mute, even if you opened your mouth to utter a single word, it wouldn't come out. You needed to move, it felt so unnatural and dangerously ominous to feel this way. A true feeling of helplessness. 

Wake up

Wake up

You close your eyes, endlessly telling your mind to wake up. Lord no, you needed your body to be attentive, yet your mind was already aware of everything occurring. You had to try harder. You do everything in your ability to move one muscle, just to move one inch so you can be awake properly. 

Come on...

You're urging yourself to move any part of your body, whether it be your head, legs, or arms. You just needed to move something to get out of this horrid episode. 

Just before you’re able to move the tip of your fingers, you catch the sound of your bedroom door, it deliberately creaks open and a lanky, jet-black shadow stands there. It whispers things you can’t discern, and a ring fills your ear like a bomb that has been blasted, the silence crawls in your skin tenaciously, and your breathing gets abrupt. You can see the silhouette appearing closer, you can feel it. Then, with one last impulse, you’re able to move your fingers that soon form into a fist as you wake up.

You come around alive, and not paralysed. You unhurriedly, start to shift your hands and legs, and you feel relieved. You sit up, body angling to the bedroom door as your perpetual breath could be heeded. This was your first encounter of witnessing a shadow, not any ordinary shadow, a sleep paralysis shadow.

Though luckily it hadn’t come excessively close to you, it intimidated you. Its imminent figure just gawking you suffer in cessation was so unforgiving and memorable about how these merciless things were just here to give their victims a slight push to the edge. To let them know, that in the real world no one could stop them. No one.

You could hear the faded chirps of birds, your room was slightly dingy but some light eluded through the curtains, suggesting it was early morning.

As much as you would love to sleep more on a weekend, you decide to get ready for the day since you also had to attend a breakfast party, personally invited by your ex-best friend Seulgi. She had been nagging you all week to stay free just so you both could have some breakfast together. It wasn’t at her house though, it was at some café. It also wasn’t just so you guys ‘could have breakfast together’ it was to catch up after not seeing each other for a while.

When you go to the bathroom to get fresh and wear your clothes, Seulgi starts texting you to come over soon.

Seulgi 👑 8:37am

Hey Y/N, come soon, I’m already here.

You 8:38am

Yeah, I’m just getting ready, send me the address again? [seen]

Seulgi 👑 8:38 am

12 Burrow Street (Café Triton)

You 8:39 am

Thx, coming soon bae [seen]

You drop your phone onto your bed, your hands finding their way into your brushed hair. You can’t stop thinking about it, you can’t stop thinking about the shadow that was just there, gawking at you. It’s not real though, it’s just part of human imagination. Well, that’s what the experts say. Ignoring your repetitive thoughts, you grab your things and leave to meet Seulgi at the café.

The warm breeze unravels on your shoulders, the day nice and bright for any event. You drove by peaceful streets as the sun gushed its tenderness everywhere. You soon stop by the café Seulgi was at, eyes prowling for a parking spot. Damn, it was hella busy today, you reckoned.

As you were glimpsing for a spot, your thoughts lingered on Seulgi. You were best friends since freshmen year, having the heaviest bond any best friend would have. You both used to take it easy all the time, conversing past midnight, and sneaking out to parties. Gosh, those times were gorgeous, but as time flew your friendship promises were long gone, and the division of moving away to another whole country shattered your bond.

The impression of meeting her after so long carves you doubt the relationship you two have now. Your hands squeeze the steering wheel, knuckles turning white when you hesitate to turn around and go back home. Yet, it would be so insensitive and overwhelming to just leave like this.

“Fuck it,” you mumble as you turn the key to turn off the engine. Clutching your purse you slam the car door, making your way over to the café. When you strut towards the quiet shop, you instantly recognise the long, silky black hair.

Resting on top of her hair was a red beret, at first it looked like a cherry but a squashed one with its stem just sprouting out again. The accessory matched with her red coat, all buttons unbuttoned revealing her black checkered top. A black skirt hugged her legs, flimsy edges falling onto her knees.

Seulgi

There she was, reclining outside, absorbing the breeze that was dancing away. You stood there as still as a statue, interesting thoughts consumed that no non-living thing would have. You breathe in and out like you've run a marathon and just came last place. Honestly, you weren't much the athletic type.

Your heels clack against the wonky road when you cross, and once Seulgi obtains your attention, you wave at her like you waving at a small child who came running to you.

This was so stupid.

You come up to her foreseeing a hug, after all, it's been more than 4 years. But, the girl just sits there, expecting you to not be that friendly. You sit on your seat, hands clasped on your lap. Seulgi gapes at you, and you stare back. It's been 4 years since you've met face-to-face, and talking to her now? It felt awkwardly problematic.

She analyzed you up and down, and the insides of your stomach churned in a growling matter. You squint a bit out of irritation, but you weren't sure if it was for the pang or if you were ravenous.

The breeze whirled past your ear, whispers humming away in the wind. You sit upright, ready to strike it all to start the conversation.

"I-"

"I've missed you!" Seulgi exclaims, scooting closer to the coffee table. "You have no idea how right you were Y/N, I was such an idiot for leaving you!" The words slowly start to cure the hole in your heart, her words were medicine to you as they filled you up with infinite happiness.

She suddenly clasps your hands, squeezing them when she mutters the next words.

"Please forgive me, I should have never left a friend like you." Your eyes glistened with tears, the way she said it, with passion and honesty, you finally felt that your best friend was here. Even after all the unpromising events, Seulgi finally realised her mistakes, and she accepted her wrongdoing.

You went in to pull in a hug but that all shattered when a hand waved at your face.

"Y/N? Hello, are you even here?" The tone was what made you snap out of everything. Fuck, what the fuck were you doing?

The hand continues to wave at you when you stop it from moving any further. Seulgi snatches her hand away, exasperating a loud purposeful sigh.

“I was asking how you were?” Seulgi raises an eyebrow as she fixes her beret.

“Good, I’ve been good, you?”

“Better, actually,” she suppresses a smile before nodding her head gently.

“So how are things going at-”

“Shall we order first? I’ve been waiting for a while and I’m hungry.” Her cutting you off startled you a bit, but you complied.

“O-oh, yeah sure.” Her manicured nails grip the menu on the wooden table, her eyes skimming past numerous types of breakfast options. You do the same, looking for something light and enjoyable. Aha, two buttered croissants, a side of fresh strawberries and a cappuccino coffee sounded nice.

“Have you picked?” Seulgi questions, neatly putting the menu away.

“Yeah I have, how about you?”

“I decided the minute I touched the menu,” she sighs again, almost sounding annoyed. You nearly frown, but you hide it when she glances at you and calls for the waiter.

“I’ll pay by the way, I don’t want to hear it from you.”

“What do you mean? It’s been years Seulgi, at least let me do something.” Seulgi rolls her eyes in response, before turning to you again.

“Y/N, please don’t pay, let me do it.” She emphasised the ‘me’, her tone was like a volcano erupting. You scoff, moving closer to the table.

“Why? Is it because you think I can’t pay for the both of us?”

“Y/N, I thought we talked about this.”

“Seulgi, what is up with you? You decide to invite me for some breakfast after not seeing each other for more than four fucking years and you’re not willing to let me pay?”

“It’s not that, I just thought it would be better if I did it, and stop overreacting for god sake.”

“I’m not overreacting, you left me Seulgi, you practically left me to save your huge ass ego.” You nearly jump at her, people walking by side eye you both.

"Y/N, not here." She growls, avoiding the looks people were passing by.

“Y/N, you need to understand that I had to do it-“

“Here you go with the same excuse again, why did we even meet up in the first place?” And there goes the deafening silence, and you knew you hit the bell this time.

“Yes, you're right, why did we even meet when we both knew there wasn't going to be a happy ending?” The words rattle your heart and it felt like a mini earthquake was going on in there.

How could she just say that? How could she just expect everything to go normal after she left you during your most difficult time? When she knew everything beforehand, she just decided to leave you and move on with her own life. You didn’t even know back then that she had gone until her parents told you where she had went. It nearly broke your heart, like a nail being hammered repeatedly.

“You’re still taking those pills, aren’t you? That’s why you’re acting like this.” You momentarily freeze, eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

“What the fuck Seulgi? I stopped taking them fucking months ago.”

“Then why are you acting like this? Why-“

“Why are YOU acting as if everything was going to be normal when we met up?” Seulgi opens her mouth again but you don’t let her talk.

“You’re doing this to show your other friends, isn’t it? To show that you miss your dearest best friend and that you’re such a kind soul to be with.”

“Fuck, Seulgi I've seen your posts, you’re just doing this to show them, I'm not that stupid.” Your voice cracks when your own words hit you like a truck. This was really stupid. You get up to leave, not wanting Seulgi to see your warm tears trickle down your cheeks. The chair screeches when you prepare to walk away, a hand grasps your arm.

"Y/N, listen I am so so so sorry, but you have to believe me please. I swear it's not for them, I am sorry for leaving you, I am sorry for being so rude to you, I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be." The words shake your heart even further, it was too late, you can't accept the apology when she might just do the same thing again.

Should you? Or, should you not?

It was a risky decision, but was it going to be worth it? Was she just apologising because people were staring at the commotion? Or was it truly coming from her? The real Seulgi?

"I'm sorry." And with that said, you leave, her hand slipping away. You've taken so many decisions in life, but you never had thought of making this one.

You reach the parking lot, hands fumbling to find the keys. The door snaps and silence hits the air again, the replay of her apologising was giving you a headache. You were not prepared for god's sake, why did you come? The emotions start to pour out of nowhere, and your eyes start to become red, brimmed with water. Out of nowhere, you bite your fist, teeth digging into your skin leaving prints of faint, red marks.

You should have just gone back to bed.

"Shit, why did she even want to meet up if she was gonna behave like some stuck-up bitch?" The disgusted tone rolled off your sister's tongue, venom spitting out as she scrunched her eyebrows in anger. You were sitting on a stool, legs crossed in comfort as you murmured, "I don't know."

The abrupt argument with Seulgi lingered in your mind, and you had decided to drive to your sister's place. To knock it off and forget it ever even happened.

"What else did she say?" Your sister takes a seat across from you, sitting down to hear you out, to listen. Your brain processes the devastating event, finally ticking at the comment that made you fire up.

"The pills- she was talking about the pills." The gasp was almost silent but audible enough to hear it come from your sister's mouth. The shocked expression could relate though.

Months ago, after sleepless nights of doing work, late shifts, and too many 'outgoings' you were fed up with the tiredness your body was composing every day. No matter how hard you tried to shut your eyes, listening to music that did not help you sleep made you confused and frustrated. That was when you started taking sleeping pills. You heard a lot about them, how great they were when you were having restless nights.

When you bought it one night, it kicked in within thirty minutes and you were snoozing into a deep slumber you hadn't had for ages. You took a couple more for the following days and you've never felt better before.

Wrong. You were just simply wrong.

You've had sleep paralysis before, it was on rare occasions, however. It would happen to you at least once a month before you experienced another after more months passed by. But then, one night you did not take the pills, worrying it would affect your health if you over-dosed yourself.

You were concerned about this since a week ago, you were extremely tired at work all of a sudden, accidentally falling asleep during your working hours. Your boss had made an unnecessary commotion in front of everyone, and you were humiliated, and embarrassed. During that day, before the drama had risen, you were acting irrational and grumpy. Your mood jumped from side to side, like a character not being aware of themselves. That was why you had stopped taking them.

Though, during the starry night as grey clouds consumed the moon, the paralysis itself decided to try you out. In other words, to make you a paralysed human, to see during the frightening experience and see the after-effects.

You were prepared to sleep, shuffling on your bed to get a perfectly comfortable position. Surprisingly, after forty minutes or so, you fell asleep. You actually fell asleep. Two hours later, you suddenly wake up, eyes groggily getting used to your surroundings in the dark, only to be lit up by a night lamp. You had this sudden sick feeling, and then you really felt it.

At first, you thought it was a nightmare, and that you would simply wake up, but the twisted feeling in your gut proved it real. It was as if the shock had run through you and you were frozen out of fear. Out of exhaustion. Out of lack of sleep.

Of course, your friend sleep paralysis had come over to visit.

Normally, you would try anything to get you to possibly move, yet sometimes you would just close your eyes and wait for it to go away, knowing it would last for a couple of minutes. But for some reason, you were scared, it felt different to you somehow.

It was not numbness as people who hadn't experienced it before thought, it was like being stuck to cement and no one could help you. No one would hear your screams or cries, only your heavy breathing was the source of your being alive.

The feeling had disappeared within three minutes or so, and you were able to move in pleasure. But, that one episode, definitely felt much different than before.

"You should get some rest." Your sister said, grabbing the car keys that were on the kitchen counter.

"Gonna get some food, and I'll talk to you about it later." She accidentally gives a look of concern, waving the keys around in her hands before heading out. Once she left, you sat on the couch, propping yourself comfortably. You grabbed the tv-remote, flicking through the channels.

Nothing really interesting.

You let out an exasperated sigh, staying on a cartoon channel, displayed for younger kids. You lie down primarily, just watching and thinking, watching and.. thinking. Was there even anything better to do?

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

You squeeze yourself momentarily when you recall the words. It was a rollercoaster just meeting her. The girl who broke your heart, and now you did not know how to seal the crack and let it heal. Was it the right choice you made? Not accepting the apology, and waiting for the foreseeable future? There was a growing ache that travelled everywhere in your body, and it hurt so much that you closed your eyes and breathed.

Gosh, you weren't able to breathe freely today.

Your loud breaths were soon tranquil snores, and the atmosphere around you vanished.

You were at a café, sipping on some hot cocoa with pink and white marshmallows on top, whipped cream melting into the hot beverage. There were muffled sounds but it was quiet. Peaceful enough for you to fall asleep on the spot.

Cars were roving around but there was no sound except for the light breeze that sang melodiously your way. It was relaxing and soothing, and it was getting the best of you. A music note flew your way and a tune was playing not too far from you. A white glowing figure stood there, dancing slowly to the music as well.

You think of joining them, leaving the hot cocoa on the table, the soft marshmallows fading away in the drink. As you sauntered towards them, the tune was more rackety now, more audibly visible. You take small steps, registering them carefully as you approach the person. The glow on them, however, dwindles away. When they pivot, the words screech into your ears.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

Your eyes shot open from the terrible dream you had. You realised the tv was still on, but there was no audio. Only the clock ticking every second was heard.

Oh fuck, it’s happening again.

Your mouth shapes an ‘o’ form as you try to speak out something. Anything. But frivolity comes out, your voice had been held up like from the Disney Movie, Little Mermaid. You were entirely attached in one position, head facing the awning as one of your arms droops off the settee. The curtains were drawn, no light escaping this time.

You hear footsteps shuffling, and what was that? A hum?

The footsteps approach closer, and closer, and closer...

Then it halts, and your breathing quickens. God knows what the hell was there, you couldn't even move to see what it was. Something tugs your hair and your heart skips a beat.

And when they show themselves above you try to let out a cry.

A deep giggle fills up the room, its fingers still weaved into your hair.

You’re shushed up quickly when the figure floats around you, analysing you up and down in awe. You gaze at the shadowy, blurry figure, making out its appearance. Black hair and deep black eyes, and its black silhouette. Your eyes widen in realization, the shadow. The figure crouches down to your eye level, its cold fingers tilting your head to the side to face him. Those doe black eyes just peering into your soul like black jewels glistening in the dark and charcoal hair sleek in one position. Smooth skin, and sharp eyebrows. It looked almost, entirely human.

“I'm not an object dear, I can hear your thoughts.” He whispers, head resting on one of his hands. “But I like how you're admiring my physical appearance in a way.” He grimaces, eyes gazing into yours. Holy fuck, this thing can listen to your thoughts?

He traces your face delicately, fingers grazing against your soft skin, your wish to flinch doesn't occur but it makes your heart beat faster within seconds.

The figure notices it, simply drifting away as he hums, “Don’t worry, I won't hurt you.” He won't hurt you, just yet.

"You know, it's a shame that you humans can't speak once we get a hold of you, but you can speak with your mind you know? It saddens me that I can't hear your pretty voice coming from your pretty mouth, but I'll at least be able to listen to your personal thoughts." He laughs again, almost sounding innocent but buried in deep evil.

You don't speak with your mind at all, instead, you close your eyes and tell yourself to wake up. It's just another episode, and now you've probably met your sleep demon. The demon realises what you were doing, his hand hovering above your head as he whispers words you can't comprehend.

You muster up all your strength to move but your eyes snap open when those same words echo in the room.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

It repeats again.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

But this time, it approaches even more piercingly.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

It rings in your ear as a high pitch shrill vibrates, making you lose your mind. As much as you would love to squirm, shutting your eyes and telling yourself to wake up was almost impossible.

Please, stop! Stop it, please! You beg entirely through your mind, eyes looking at the hand that was on your head. He takes his hand away, the sharp shrill disappears and it was all silent again.

"Well, that wasn't so hard was it?" He walks towards the end of the couch, right where your feet were touching. His hands rest by your feet as he admires your feared figure.

Jungkook was loving this so much. He loved how your heart would quiver at his touch, the shaky breaths you took as he circled around you. He would love it even more once you were his.

Poor thing, you still didn't know his name, well, he'll tell you soon. Jungkook watches you trying to close your eyes again, doing those stupid things that were apparently supposed to help you out of an episode.

Honestly, humans were so funny to him.

But you were more of a delight.

"You know, nothing will get you out of this episode, as long as nothing interrupts us." His giggle comes out soft, as if it were bouncing on clouds in the sky, except it was light rainfall just pattering down.

This was entirely fucked up.

"You know, I'm kinda getting bored just staring at you like this." Jungkook drifts away, merely vanishing within a second, "I wanna hear your thoughts, so let's have some fun shall we?"

Wake up or panic?

You chose panic.

The room magically turns foggy, thick and misty. Your eyes scatter around the room, literally just to find the weird almost human looking demon. You hear the clock ticking again, dead silent.

"Boo." You don't know whether if your heart exploded into a million pieces or it jumped out of your chest because the next movements created a real frightening mood.

Your head is turned to face the pillows resting in front of you, and warm fingers graze against the skin of your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and then soon to your neck. They rest there for a couple of seconds before giving a light squeeze, and Jungkook hums out of satisfaction.

A hot whisper thrums in your ear, "I want you to listen what I'm going to say to you Y/N, focus carefully."

You could hear his next words, this time your heart thumping out of your chest, "Feel my hands touching your collarbone, just gliding my fingers across your gorgeous skin."

"Feel how they move down to your chest, to your arms, to your stomach."

"I want you to feel how my hands smooth across your legs, up and down in motion, slowly."

"And watch how my hands grab at your neck, tightly." Jungook's hands practically fly towards your neck, as he uses this opportunity to turn you to him, his eyes trail your pale face, happy that you were on the verge of tears.

Satisfaction.

"Do they feel nice around your neck? Tight enough to get no breath out of you?" His fingers dig into your neck, red imprints arising from the pain. Blood rushes, and your head starts to pound. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster, your lungs trying to give out as much as oxygen it can. You can't move, you can't fight him at all.

"You see human, you're very weak in this state, so alone and afraid, pathetic."

None of this is real, it can't be.

"Tell me now, is it your desire to wish that the 'little disturbance' you're experiencing right now not real?" His laugh ruptures through the room, his eyes turning dark when his grasp on you gets immense.

"I'll prove to you what's real or not."

A large crash bounces off the corner of your ear, followed by a loud slam. You awake, muscles and fingers, your entire body finally able to move. You roll off the couch, breathing.

That fucker is gone.

"Y/N?" You look to find your sister at the door, a confused expression all over her face. She held up a bag that smelt of fresh food and you get up, pretending that you just fell by accident.

"Aren't we gonna eat?" You question her as you stroll to the dining table.

"Holy fuck, Y/N, what the fuck happened to you?"

Your sister practically drops the food on the table and rushes towards you, her hands carefully touching your neck.

You hiss in pain. Pain?

Your eyes widen in realisation as you run to the bathroom, the mirror reflecting and revealing the bright red marks left on your neck. Those hands that had been wrapped around your neck left light bruises, and tiny, not too deep cuts were everywhere.

Every time, a light feathery touch to your neck was felt, all you could do was wince in agony.

"I'll prove to you what's real or not."

This truly cannot be real, if you cannot comprehend it in your mind then surely, it is not true. You know what? You're probably having those dream loops right now. You're just dreaming, in another dream in which you had faced another terrible dream.

"Y/N, what the hell?!" Your sister yells from afar, and you almost jump at her voice.

"What?" You question, leaving the bathroom, you find her staggered as she pointed at something to the ground.

"Did you do this to yourself, Y/N?"

"Do what?"

"Did you seriously shatter my vase, and fucking cut yourself?"

Your eyes squint, and your eyebrows scrunch in incredulity, how could she blame you like that?

"Listen, I did not do it. I don't fucking know how the vase br-"

The crash. No way...

"Yeah, as if it totally just fell by itself." Your sister shoves past you, snatching a broom to clean up the mess. While the glass clinks against each other, your sister sighs.

"Look...Y/N, I know things haven't been going great for you lately, but you shouldn't use these situations as an excuse to hurt yourself." She says the last words softly, grunting as she stood up.

"I didn't cut myself, I swear, it was just-" You hesitate momentarily, she would not believe you now, would she?

"Just what?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Hit me up."

"It's just that, I- you know how I get those sleep paralysis episodes? I had one early today morning, and I saw a shadow standing at my bedroom door, that fucking creeped me out and now, I encountered my demon, Y/S/N, it was choking me."

The sigh that comes from her mouth explains it all.

“Y/N, we know they're not real, it’s just a hallucination.”

“It’s real! The fucking thing broke your vase, and it was strangling me so fucking hard that its fucking nails did this.” You point at your neck frustratingly, but honestly who would believe you?

“We should eat.” That is what your sister replies, disappearing into the kitchen. Your shoulders droop as you slump on the couch, pain inching further and further when you move your neck a little. You had no energy to argue with her, everyone knows that the scenarios you witness in sleep paralysis are not real.

But you knew this one was.

After a little convincing to stay over the night, you quickly drove back to your home, grabbing some clothes and your toothbrush. There was no message left from Seulgi, after the chaotic public arguing. Looks like you did make the right decision.

You re-counter the horrifying nightmare you had faced, the human-looking creature who was nearly about to kill you triggered your brain of the thought. You felt so weak, so desperate for help that all your focus to somehow manage to get out of the episode fell onto being alive… and not supposedly dead.

The marks that were scathed on your neck were now small bruises, pampered all over. Your sister had treated it, but every time you tried to mention the episode, she would ignore you and change the topic for both of your sakes. It made you feel stupid and delusional. Even if you had gone to see a doctor they would repeat the usual things.

Fix your sleep schedule

Try to regularly get 6 to 8 hours of sleep a day

Get regular exercise

And so on.

Dusk hits, and the night starts to settle in. Grey clouds block the crescent moon which hung at the sky, as you enter your sister's home. You stroll around the kitchen only to find a sticky note stuck to the fridge.

Dinner is in the fridge, gone to get some work stuff.

Time starts to pass as you do things that wouldn't make you bored.

You were scrolling through your phone, reading articles of mysteries and wonder but your eyes fall upon the big, bold, capitalised letters presenting: 'HOW I RECOVERED FROM SLEEP PARALYSIS'

Instantly interested you click on the article and start reading it. You were looking for some tips and ideas, just in case it happened to you again.

'First tip as usual: Don't sleep on your back in a straight position'

'...I had sleep paralysis before but it started to become frequent over the past few weeks.'

'...I knew there was sleep paralysis demons but I never interfered with one.'

'...And then it was there, a creepy lookin' shadow that just peeked through the doors of my wardrobe.'

'...I wasn't havin' sleep paralysis that night but I thought I was dreamin' but my cat was with me, and he started hissin' at the wardrobe.'

'...This thing had red eyes, and long scaly fingers that were at least 10 centimeters.'

'...It used to whisper stuff I couldn't understand, but it always said its name: Cybil.'

'...I didn't do the hippy stuff at the beginning but then I thought of following them, you know? So I started to exercise, fixin' my sleep schedule and basically made it a routine.'

'... And it was a miracle because it stopped comin'. I had no demons snickerin' and scarin' the sh** out of me now. I tell you to follow this hippy stuff because it actually worked.'

You shudder at the feeling knowing such a unreal creature could torture a human so much in their sleep. But it was the same thing over and over again. You start to remember the cold fingers that landed on your neck, the charming devil that was smiling all the way while you were on the verge of death.

You shook yourself vigorously and drew out a heavy breath. Anxiety started to creep in and you were suddenly aware of your surroundings. A vile feeling in your stomach was created and you couldn't help but wonder if that thing was watching you right now.

Would it stare at you if you were sleeping?

Planning to do something to you again?

Or was it just here to make your life a living hell?

Most importantly, could it kill you?

You hugged your knees, the caps hitting your chest as you rocked gently and started humming to yourself. You prayed that the paralysis wouldn't happen tonight, especially after having such a horrific encounter with him.

Jungkook sat in his own little space, black shadows whispering all around him, ghastly words that could send a shiver down your spine. The invisible force that held the others back made them shriek with each hit they took to break it down.

"What is he doing?!" They hissed, anger fumed in their corrupted souls, evil leaking with each word they spoke. Their misdeeds were the only thing that kept them alive.

"He's hogging the room." One said, their faint long nails stained the invisible force, all of them slowly calming down.

"Why?"

"What else do you think? He's doing it for a mere h-human." The shadow's voice drew out deep, sounding disgusted with the term. The rest gagged at the intention Jungkook displayed.

"Our energy is getting wasted, we're hungry, let us in you fucking dog!"

The force vanished, and all of the dark demons whirled at Jungkook, but something had stopped them. Jungkook stood as his hand glowed a black aura, it sparkled with sin. Their eyes grew wide, hunger devouring their wicked souls.

Oh god, Jungkook loved toying with them. He loved it.

"Look at you miserable demons, hungry hustlers ready to enjoy fear?" The aura grew even bigger in his hands as the demons' eyes turned pure black, their whispers chanting for food.

"Go get it."

The aura flew into the air and, all of the shadows cried for it as they ran. They bit, scram, swore, and yelled (even causing fixable injuries), desperate for the fear they were wishing to taste.

Jungkook chuckled as his eyes followed the drawn circle in front of him. It was as clear as night, (well in his saying), you slept so peacefully. He could hear your tranquil snores and your tired mind. The fear that was stuck to you was strong, incredibly strong for him to not hold back.

He thought he would feel bad after your first meeting with him went wrong. No, actually right. Because Jungkook didn't feel bad at all, but more excited. He chose the perfect person to coquet around with, to suck in some distress here and there. He found you.

When his hands touched your skin, it ignited a fire within him. Something he hadn't felt in a while. It was a sign that you were the one, the one for him. The reminder of his shadow watching you from your bedroom doorway, and your little panicked breaths made him smile.

You looked so adorable while being scared.

Every time your heartbeat raced, his did too. He would inhale your intoxicating scent, which drove him mad as he was anguished to devour some of your fear.

Exhilaration got to the best of him, and he swore he could never get tired of the fear that you released. He was blessed to frighten you, oh what luck he had in his hands. Jungkook never meant to go overboard last night, but how could he control it?

"Jungkook..."

His eyes snapped to him, black irises filled once again.

"What?"

The demon in front of him licked his black sinned lips clean, some of the aurae still dripping down his chin. He smiled wickedly before proceeding to speak.

"You don't mind sharing do you?" He looks over Jungkook, glee spread across his face.

"Fuck off."

"Yes? The last time I checked, you were the one who made the rule to share amongst our.. friends."

"Cybil, you're getting on my nerves lately, I suggest you to attend your duties."

"Or what? Are you afraid I'm going to scare the shit out of that thing?"

Jungkook growled, his shadow growing with the aura he brought upon.

"I can fucking banish you to the low-level demons, the ones with broken souls and mourning's everyday. Is that what you want Cybil? If it isn't enough for you I can make sure everyone can enjoy their next course meal."

This time Cybil's shadow fattened, as Jungkook's aura started to intimidate him. He spins around, muttering words he would soon regret.

"He should be banished, unwanted, filthy hellhound."

With the snap of his fingers, all of the demons' attention was directed to Cybil. Silence creeps up as all of them peer at him with greedy stares.

"Eat him."

If people who sang high notes could break glass, then the shriek coming from Cybil was a note that would never exist in the real world. The demons sank their teeth into Cybil, biting off his existence. His cries of pain and fear, mixed, drove into the air, while others were shamelessly sucking away.

Jungkook drawled back his attention to you. Tonight, he was going to let you go. But of course, he would come again soon.

Jungkook shook his head as a fear bubble sprouted in front of him. He could hear Cybil's protests, his useless begging. Happily, he quaffs the last bit away. He scoffs at the bitter taste and a deranged smile popped onto his face.

"Filthy hellhound."

It was as if you had faced a miracle.

A restful night and the alarm clock ringing indicated the long hours you had slept so quiescently. You heard how the occurrence of 'sleep demons' usually only comes once or twice, nothing of them too frequent.

The bruises on your neck were now less visible and looked completely normal whenever you moved your neck at a certain angle. Your prayer had been answered and you smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt. You get up to freshen up and meet your sister along the way.

"Hey, got a good sleep?" She asks.

"Yeah, probably the best one yet." You exaggerate as you go to the bathroom.

Goodness, you really were absurd thinking about how these hallucinations could be so real. Now that you hadn't had any demon coming over it made things better for you.

You were waiting for your sister to arrive while you sat on the dining chair, munching on some cereal. She strolls past you and sits on the opposite seat. A sudden hesitant question pops into her mind as she shuffles in her seat uncomfortably.

"Um, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh, how long are you going to stay here?"

You look at her and grin, "I was just hoping today will be the last, if that’s okay?"

"It’s just that I have a business trip to go on tomorrow morning and I won't be here.”

You drop your spoon and the action spilled some milk on the table.

“Oh, when are you going to leave?”

“Early, like eight am?”

“That shouldn't be a problem then, I'll just leave at the same time then."

Your sister nods her head and starts eating her breakfast as well.

You hold your spoon, thinking that maybe you've actually stayed for quite a while, so you ask her.

"Listen, I-I hope I'm not burdening you or anything, you know? Especially after what happened with Seulgi, you're like the only person I have left to be with."

Your sister smiles and she gently puts her hand on top of yours.

"You're not a burden to me Y/N, you're my sister and.. sisters always stick together."

You smile back and continue the morning with laughter and joy.

With a groan, you unkink your back whilst plopping down the suitcase you brought next to your bed. The clock ticks and you just unexpectedly sit in silence. Thoughts consume your mind, like how you were going to go back to your normal life now. Doing your 9-5 shifts, coming home tardily, eating microwaved food- it was just the day-to-day routine.

Your eyes snap to the alarm clock posing on the bedside table, red numbers flickering 00:00. With tired hands you put an alarm on to wake you up in the morning. You sigh in response as you lift yourself onto the bed, pulling the blankets up to your neck as you curl into sleep like a small kitten.

It's dark and quiet, and the lights are out. No late movie nights, no pestering animals, and especially no awake humans.

A soulless noise vibrates from Jungkook’s throat as cold, icy breaths sail into the spacious room. He gapes at the room and does a bit of exploring like looking at the drawers, the windows and of course, under your bed.

He stares at your still, peaceful figure. He can't help but gawk at you in awe, his hands anticipating touching you and feeling your warm skin. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to take you home. He hurriedly backs away from you as he slowly crouches at the foot of your bed, his irises turning pitch black as his hands waver a heavy black haze. His feet float a couple of inches from the floor as he hovers above you and speaks in a deep, startling voice.

But you can't hear it.

You're not in his world, yet.

The mist spreads from his hands, leaving a trail over your sleeping body. It clings to your legs and feet, and your arms but Jungkook stops at your neck.

He reminisces about the moment when he first tried to kill you, how his inhumane fingers attached themselves to your pretty neck and he just wanted to feel your blood pulse through all that pressure. How your fear was nurturing him, providing him with a longer chance of living. You are his. And he's thought everything through, just to get to you, to have you and cherish you forever. You’re his favourite human.

However, today he wanted to hear your voice. It was an unforeseen idea, a rule that mustn’t be broken.

But Jungkook didn't care, he wouldn't get banished or eaten alive. Maybe get a warning at first but by then things will already be smooth when you're there. Just as he was about to snap his fingers, you yank your head roughly in your sleep. Jungkook quickly hides in a corner, stunned by the action at first. He then realises what you were doing.

You kept moving your head back and forth because you felt it. You felt the invisible strings that were consuming your body and you wanted to let go of them. You get up without a word and happen to roll to the other side of the bed. And soon again you're in peace.

Jungkook comes out of his spot, ready to snap his fingers again as he watches the dull mist sink into your gorgeous skin. Jungkook then disappears and watches you from afar, just waiting for you to jolt in your sleep and realise the nightmare that was reliving again.

Time went by and Jungkook was starting to become impatient. He had a choice to go rough and just physically shake you but that would be no fun. He has to take his time with you. He wants it to be a night that will be glued to your memories, something that he would also be fond of.

And then he senses it.

He sees it.

Your eyes snap wide open and the distressed feeling in your gut turns sour and gives your heart a good punch.

You feel that sick feeling again. Your body felt like it was just glued and stuck in cement, or like a dozen chains that were wrapped around you giving you no space to breathe. A feeling of helplessness. You closed your eyes and mentally pushed your body to move. But for some reason tonight, it was impossibly hard. You hated this sensation, a spectacle of fear and anxiety mixed drove you mad.

Is he here? You abruptly pondered.

“He’s here.”

Your eyes visibly shake when you see his tall figure, alluring doe eyes that aren't callow and his face as a mask of an angel but a devil in disguise.

“There’s no need for you to be scared of me, after all, I do apologise for what happened last time.” Jungkook roams around your room as you watch him through your eyes.

Is he truly sorry?

Never, what he did wasn't wrong. It was just part of his nature, surely you would understand that soon.

“I won't play to scare you this time, I promise.” His face is extremely close to yours, and you could feel his chilly breath on your neck. He caresses your face and gives you a small smile.

“You can talk you know? I just really wanted to hear your vocals, I wondered how it would sound like.”

You pry your mouth open and the first word is so croaked that you almost cough.

You had no idea what to say to this strange thing, all you wanted was to get out of another horrible episode and just go home.

The atmosphere screams awkwardness to you, but to Jungkook it was all fear. Just bits and pieces that go straight to him.

You finally manage to say a couple of words,

“What do you want from me?” You whisper, eyes trailing over the demon.

“To take you with me, to my home where we can be happy together. A place where you won't be alone.”

You're shocked, too shocked to even process whatever the hell you were hearing right now.

“And today I'm going to take you and you won't have to stay in your horrible world anymore with your horrible sister and friends.”

You suddenly snap, anger just surging through you. You're just tired, tired of everything that has been happening to you all you wanted was a good night's sleep, nothing more than that.

“Shut up! You’re not real. You're just a sick fucking nightmare and I'm stuck with a thing like you, you fucking son of a bitch just leave me alone!”

You expected to wake up and slap yourself for having such episodes but you didn't. You were still here with him.

The atmosphere becomes too quiet, so quiet that you bet you could hear a pin drop from the other side of the house.

Jungkook continues to stare at you as his eyes narrow a bit. You just added fuel to fire.

“First of all, I'm not a thing, my name is Jungkook. Maybe letting you speak was a mistake but I must say your voice is exhilarating to listen to.”

His mood shifts in a millisecond and then something just so sinister crawls out of his mouth.

“Do you know how I'm going to take you Y/N? Do you still remember how we did our first unjust encounter?”

Him choking you...

“I'm going to ruin the surprise but I'm going to do the same thing to you today. And then you'll be with me forever.”

“No...” You choke out, “stop, just stop and leave me alone...this isn't real, none of it is and you aren't that's for sure.”

“Oh really, Y/N? Do I have to prove to you again that I'm real?” His voice drops octaves lower and it frightens you.

You needed to get out desperately, this was completely deranged. But how? Your sister is asleep and this time Jungkook probably won't break another vase on purpose. Then what could help you?

You suddenly remember Jungkook’s words: “...nothing will get you out of this episode, as long as nothing interrupts us.”

An interruption.

Something that could possibly wake you up as an advantage for this demon to leave you alone. Maybe something loud and a bit heavy or-

The alarm clock. You had set up the alarm clock to wake you at 6 so you would have a heads-up on the time.

Your eyes shoot to the clock and the screen flickers from 5:58 to 5:59 now. Just one more minute and you would be able to get out of another sick interlude.

You don't notice but Jungkook follows your eyes and realises the way they enlarge as if you had a bit of hope left. Because you did have hope.

It doesn't take long for him to grasp your thoughts and all the planning that was whirring the cogs in your sleep- deprived brain. Jungkook titters at you when he calls out to you.

"Oh Y/N, my love, I hope you know whatever you're planning in that little head of yours is not going to work." Your eyes keep scanning between the clock and him.

"Because I know that your final minute is precious to you, but it is precious to me as well."

Jungkook emits a long, audible breath when all your focus is buried on the clock.

"I really wanted to take my time with you Y/N, I really did. But I guess with just a minute to spare-" Jungkook's hands creep toward under your head and you could feel the frigid skin against yours, "I need to kill you."

His hands grip the pillow next to you and a hard smack lands on your face. You can't move your head, your neck, your arms or your legs. You can't move. How can one be any more helpless than this?

You softly shriek and begin to bear the softness of the pillow suffocating you. The breaths you gasp out and swallow become harder to manage, and your body begins to feel hot. The pillow becomes heavier and the demon who's doing this just smiles in glee, black irises and black shadow overpowering your condemned soul.

“Shh…you know you can’t scream.” Your mouth shuts instantly and all you could do was muffle.

You start to detect spots in your vision, your breathing slowing down whilst all the blood that's rushing to you gives Jungkook more of a thrill.

You were soon going to be his.

You were going to belong to him forever.

You're counting on the last seconds of the clock, just hoping it would ring any second now. Every breath you take takes a second away, and you're just praying that something will wake you up right now.

...3

...2

...1

The spots invade your vision, your breathing stops and your eyes lay open with no life left in them.

You heave out aggressively, immediately scrambling away from the bed. You slowly touch your face, fingertips shaking from the experience you just interfered with.

Oh god, it was over. It wasn't real, it was just another episode. You're alive, and you're not with him. You jump out of excitement and relief ready to go to your sister and tell her you were feeling much better.

But she beats you to it.

You weren't aware when your sister walked into your bedroom. She was already dressed in her black suit and white shirt, with her hair up in a neat bun.

"Hey." You hear her voice and turn around to find her sitting on your bed just staring at your pillows.

Silly her, she probably didn't notice you standing in the corner of the bedroom.

"Listen Y/N, first of all I know you're awake," she smiles "but I wanted to apologise to you."

You frown at the comment, and you frown when she still doesn't pay attention to you standing right next to her.

"Hello, I'm right here. Who are you talking to?" You question her, hands waving right at her face. But your sister doesn't move her head to see you, she just continues looking at your empty bed.

"I'm sorry for not talking about what happened with Seulgi, I know so much has happened to you and I feel so guilty for not reassuring you or anything. I was completely wrapped up in my own work that I forgot about you, your situation and the life you were leading."

You instantly smile when she said that, and your heart is finally filled with contentment. Her hands touch something that you don't see, so you rub your eyes and you suddenly feel sick. Your heartbeat races like a runner that you almost drop to the floor.

There on your bed was you.

You were lying down on your bed with a pillow on your face, the blanket all crumpled white your sister rested her hand on your shoulder.

"Um, Y/N, you okay?" Your sister queries as her hands start to push off the pillow.

"Y/N? Hello? Oh my goodness are you-"

She touches your skin, checks your pulse and she felt the unseen frostbites that were stuck on your skin.

You stood frozen when a bloodcurdling scream erupted from your sister's throat, her eyes already stung with tears and her yells were becoming more desperate and louder.

Her voice started to become hoarse and dry, she needed water, but she whimpered and wept next to you, her hands shaking and fiddling with her suit pocket to bring out a phone but it drops to the floor and she does too.

You've never seen your sister like this, never.

You start to feel the wet tears glistening on your cheek and your surroundings turn dull and grey. It becomes incredibly dark but you could still make out your poor sister trembling as she stared at your dead body.

"No..." you whispered to yourself, "n-no, this can't be happening."

This had to be another nightmare, something unforgivable to make you see a distraught scene. You spin around and your eyes jump out of your sockets.

There he was. Standing tall and proud with a stupid smirk on his face as he watched you cry so beautifully. You shook and started to back away from this monster who had tormented you so much.

He crept up to you and your back hit the wall, and your sister and your dead body were no longer here. Instead, you saw a dark room with a silver glow on top of you. Hundreds, no, more like thousands of sleep paralysis demons were whispering and growling as they looked down at you.

You weren't home.

You were dead.

You were with him in his world.

Jungkook stood impossibly close to you and you just wanted to shrink into a little ball and get out of this place.

His hands grasped your chin and his eyes turned yet black again, simply purring as he spoke.

"I told you I would bring you home love."

You stared at the clear ceiling again, peeking at the disgusting creatures. You wondered how many people were disturbed because of them, because of the torments they brought upon their toys.

You trembled under Jungkook’s touch and your will to push him or even fight him withered away. And so you shut your eyes when you felt Jungkook's cold lips on yours.

He finally got you just like how he said and wanted. He hears your thoughts and Jungkook wasn’t going to lie but he does agree with you. He's a monster and so are the others above the both of you, after all, in the end, no matter how cruel or kind, they are monsters in the dark.

#yandere sleep paralysis demon Jungkook x fem!reader #yandere sleep paralysis demon Jungkook #yandere sleep paralysis demon #yandere jungkook #yandere kpop #yandere writing #jungkook x female reader #jungkook smut #yandere oneshot #yandere jungkook x you #The Monster in the Dark

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

can you do a jinx X sister reader where sis makes a mistake on a job and has a full blown panic attack when they realize it, desperately begging jinx not to have silco disown them for it to silco and jinx' surprise

(yo! Sure I can, it sucks tho but I was on lots of melatonin and sleepy as shit. So, here ya go! Enjoy!)

A Mishap

You never meant to do it.

It just happened before you could get a hold of yourself.

But here you stood, in front of the rubble after you accidently set off a bomb during a stealth mission for shimmer.

The worst part?

It was your first mistake you had ever made on a mission.

You had one fucking job. Don't. Be. Spotted.

But you did just that, so much so that the entire mission went into flames and everyone had to come out to defend each other.

Once it was over, and you stared at the chaos, it was hard to breathe.

You felt like everything was spinning, panicked so hard that you felt like your lungs couldn't get any air.

Jinx walked over to you, not noticing as she giggled at the mess.

She made mistakes too, but that came with being a Jinx.

She actually almost thanked you for it, the mission was boring anyway.

You added to the wow factor now.

But once Jinx looked at you, she felt herself freeze.

She saw you struggle to breath, shaking so bad you stumbled into her only to flinch away but froze when you realized it was just her.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" you kept on going, tears almost falling as you panicked and freaked out while thinking she would be angry.

Jinx tilted her head, shaking her head slightly before reaching out to you.

She saw you help her in these moments, she recognized them, so why not help you.

"It's okay, come on, it's okay." Jinx tried, shrugging her shoulders while smiling uneasily but it seemed to not help.

You continued, your knees buckling as Jinx quickly caught you but fell to the floor alongside you.

Jinx didn't know what to do, she had always been in your position, while you were hers.

She wasn't the best at this, the best she could offer was rocking you and holding you.

"Please, I'm sorry. Don't leave me." Jinx almost cried herself to that.

Realizing you were more alike than she had realized, and she didn't want anyone to be like her.

Nobody deserves to be like her in her mind.

So, she did the only thing she could do.

She went to Silco.

~~

Jinx hurried, you had come down from your panicked state but still were shaking.

You still thought you would be abandoned like you once were before.

And Jinx taking you to the man you were scared of doing the same thing, did not help.

You didn't fear Silco. That was a fact. You were just scared of being left behind.

Or disappointing him.

Jinx didn't even knock, kicking open the door slightly and walking in.

She walked to the desk, you reaching out to her but it was useless as she already sat on it.

You could tell Silco was there, staring out the window before he turned around at the sound of Jinx's boots on his desk.

He stared at you simply, you almost shrinking at his gaze as you fiddled with your hands.

Something you had picked up along the way.

"(Name)." Silco finally spoke, Jinx watching but not in fear, she knew nothing bad was going to happen.

You didn't answer for a moment, almost crying again as you breathed heavily and sniffled.

"...I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please…don't leave me. I'm sorry." You finally spoke, your voice cracking.

Silco didn't react, but in his mind you reminded him of himself when younger, and Jinx herself when she made her first appearance in his life.

It wasn't normal to see you like this.

You were strong, confident and just…you, in every possible way you could be.

But the one in front of him wasn't you now, but a scarred child afraid of being abandoned once again.

"...Come." Silco finally spoke, watching as you softly nodded before walking behind his desk.

You sat on the armrest of his chair, not looking at him but your gaze on your boots instead.

"I won't abandon you." Silco finally started, your head turning to him so fast it almost got whiplash.

"But, I messed up the-" you tried, your panicked voice cut off as he lifted his hand to stop you with a sigh.

You did just that, curling your legs into your chest as you sat quietly, Jinx joining on the other arm rest.

"There are always mishaps in battle. You will learn from it." Silco said, looking at you as you tried to remain calm, nodding silently.

"I depend on you and Jinx." Silco continued, you finally looking up from your boots to him.

He didn't look angry, but seemed to be pitiful of you.

You'd never seen that look before in Silco, it was small, almost unnoticeable, but there.

"I will never forsake you, (Name). It was a mistake, a big one, but one you can improve from." Silco finished, you nodded once again.

Without another word, Silco took your hand and placed his eye needle in it.

You examined it in your hand before carefully turning to Silco, adjusting it to his eye.

You steadied it before quickly injecting it, watching as Silco jolted, shuddered for a moment before steadying himself.

He leaned back into his chair, everyone quiet now.

Jinx smiled, happy that she had gotten you to Silco and that he helped.

Jinx leaned into the back of the chair, resting her shoulder against Silcos with her head on top of his.

You watched her for a moment before you carefully and slowly did the same.

You could almost smile, but opted to wipe your tears.

They weren't sad now, but happy and relieved.

Silco let you inject his eye, which means he trusted you.

And that was the best form of reassurance anyone could ever give you.

#arcane x reader #arcane #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #silco arcane #arcane silco #arcane jinx x reader #jinx arcane x reader

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Ménage à Mayan - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.

You’ve been left frustrated by the actions of your scumbag boyfriend one too many times, when Manny and Angel sweep in to remind you what it is to be desired. Also features a couple of little guest appearances at the end I think a few of you might be excited to see again!

Words - 3,705

Warnings - Threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I fucking hate that guy, man,” Manny begins, shaking his head as he sinks his beer, picking up a fresh one from the bar.  

“You only hate him because you wanna go lay your pipe right up in his woman,” Angel mutters, nudging him with an elbow. Manny frowns, his smile suddenly widening, poking his tongue out between his teeth a little before laughing, low and dirty.  

“You got me, homes,” he begins, wrapping his arm around his friend’s head and kissing it. “I think in the interests of club harmony, I shouldn’t rock the boat, though.”

Angel snorts. “Why? It’s Isaac, bro. Even half his own club don’t like him. You railing his ole’ lady ain’t gonna have shit to do with club politics, man. Just don’t fucking get caught.” He looks thoughtful, Angel beginning to grin wider. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. You seen that ass? Damn.”  

“Or,” Manny begins, sniffing, “we could share?”  

Immediately, Angel looks sharply to his side, his face alight with mischief. “Hmmm...”  

“You in? Ain’t gonna be embarrassed when I pull my dick out and you realise it’s longer than your forearm?”

Angel snorts, grasping his crotch. “I got enough down here, mano. Trust me, ain’t nobody getting embarrassed. I’m in. Now, we just gotta lure her away when he passes out, because that dude is drunk as fuck. Ain’t gonna be long.”  

While the two handsome Latino men are discussing their plans for you, you’re having an awful night, once again having to deal with an absolutely bombed Isaac, thinking that what you signed up for most definitely was not what you’re now getting; him being too hammered to even function. There are pass outs all around, guys taking women off to the bunk rooms here and there at the Sons clubhouse, with you knowing that if you want a comfortable place to rest and let the drunken fool currently lolling all over your shoulder sleep it off, you need to act fast.  

“Come on, get up,” you order him, Isaac grunting as you pull him to his feet,  

“Where we going, huh?” he slurs, before he lifts his head and realises. “Ahhh, nice plan, honey. I’m gonna get on you and ride you harder than my fuckin’ Harley.”  

No, he isn’t. And you know that for certain. Steering him into the last available room, you sigh, looking back over at the bar, where two sets of brown eyes have followed you. Damn. You’d much rather be on the arm of one of those two. They can handle their beer, for one. You also know that beneath the flannels and denim, they have the kind of bodies your boyfriend doesn’t. Hard, muscular, gorgeous. You can also wager they’d likely treat you better than the drunken psychopath you’ve found yourself shackled to.  

Throwing the aforementioned drunken psychopath down onto the bed after he stumbles and almost rips the door off its hinges, you go back to close it, sighing when suddenly, something prevents you from shutting it completely.  

“Want some company?” Angel asks you, Manny at his side, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.  

“Eh, I guess I could just come back out and join you guys at the bar,” you shrug, taking a step through the door, but having your path blocked.  

“Not for what we had in mind, mamas,” Manny drawls smoothly, his eyebrows twitching in suggestion.  

“But I’m...” you begin. “And he’s...” Jerking your thumb over your shoulder, you then turn to view Isaac, snoring heavily, sliding from the bed until he suddenly crashes onto the floor.  

“He’s passed out, querida. Ain’t nothing waking him, not even the sound of a couple of Mayans getting balls deep in his ole’ lady. That is, if you want us to be?” Angel smirks, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm.  

You bite your lip, a little ripple of nervous energy fluttering through your insides.  

“I mean, it’s just fucking rude of him,” Manny begins, gesturing to the drunken heap upon the floor. “To get so wasted that he can’t take of his fine assed woman!” Reaching forward, he lets his finger skim around the edge of where your bra peeks out over your tight top, eliciting a flush of goosepimples to rise up to his touch. “You shouldn’t have to go without, you know. Ain’t fair on you, is it, Angel?”

“Nah,” his friend begins, shaking his head, walking you back into the room, his hands tugging the straps of your top and bra down, Manny closing the door behind him. “Not when she looks this good...” Pausing, he moves your hair, his tongue gliding over your throat, “and yeah, tastes this good, too.” Two extremely hot men... and they both want you... at the same time...  

What’s a girl to do?

Grasping Angel by his kutte, you kiss him, the feeling of his big, firm body against yours making a wave of heat mist up your spine. God, he smells so good, and his kisses are amazing, only breaking when you turn your head to receive the same from Manny, who is hitching up your skirt, hands drifting all over your ass and down your legs, the trawl of his fingertips at the back of your thighs evoking shudders.  

They take you back to the bed with a thud, your clothes being shed, naked between them in little more than seconds, hands wandering all over them both, wanting to try to give them both equal attention. God, they’re both so hot. They make you wonder what the hell you ever saw in the snoring mess of a man upon the floor as you undo Angel’s shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth chest, biting onto a dark nipple and evoking a deep groan as he shrugs himself from his shirt and kutte, throwing them onto the floor, Manny’s mouth closing over your nipple, his fingers stroking at the petals of your cunt with a shuddered breath.  

“Fuck, so damned wet already, shit.” he grunts, running his tongue up your throat as your kisses with Angel become more heated, your hand roaming over the bulge in his jeans. Lord, that’s a fucking big dick. You pant into each other's mouths as you unfasten his belt and jeans, needing to feel what strains for release within, Manny moving down the bed to pull your thighs apart and bury his mouth between them. “Oh god, you fucking taste amazing, carina. Shit, imma fucking ruin you with my tongue.”

And oh, how he does, while you focus on Angel, your hand gripping his cock, pulling it from within his jeans and boxers, squeezing hard, making him shudder as he sucks your tongue with a growl, your hand pumping at him, wringing beads of precum from the tip smoothed and stroked with your thumb as he grasps your throat in his big hand, your kisses all fire and smoke as what Manny bestows on you has you whining softly.  

Those soft whines build in intensity, the faster he licks at you, making your clit pebble against the tip of his tongue, the feel of your nails dragging over his scalp as your legs close around his head driving his licks, faster and faster until you’re falling apart for him, glimmers throbbing through you, his lips wrapping your bud in a firm suck as he groans.  

“Hey, you’re massively overdressed for this,” you tell Manny, Angel sucking a purple welt onto your neck, your brain not caring to connect the fact that Isaac will likely go insane at seeing it eventually.  

He surfaces from between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. “Then why don’t you come undress me then, huh?” Pushing him up to his knees, you kiss him, tasting yourself on your lips as you kneel before him, Angel’s tongue running up your spine as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing, your hands unbuttoning Manny’s shirt, fingers stroking his soft skin as it’s exposed to you. Soon, you’re flanked by two naked bodies, two mouths scattering hungry kisses over your skin, Angel’s fingers sliding down to slip into the clutch of your cunt, Manny’s then doing the same.  

“I don’t think I can fit that much in me at once, fellas,” you giggle, tongue circling Manny’s nipple, laying a soft bite upon it.

“Mmm, we’ll see.” He pushes at your entrance, opening you wider, making the breath hitch in your throat as with a groan, you relax, taking them, that hitched breath leaving your open mouth shakily as you feel yourself being finger fucked dually.  

“Oh my god!” you shriek, eyes flying to Isaac, making sure he didn’t wake up as you’re stretched around the heat of four fingers combing your walls, Manny’s lips locked on yours as Angel kisses your neck torridly, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It feels like insanity edged in bliss, two gorgeous men all over you, pressed between the heaven of their bodies, their fingers working you harder, your own hand curling around Manny’s cock. And lord, it isn’t small either. It’s long, thick and perfect, and all you want is to feel it hit the back of your throat, encouraging him to move and sit upon the pillows, Angel taking the initiative to shift down the bed, lying on his back beneath you, pulling your hips down towards his face.

His tongue streaks over your clit, a lick that has you tingling in an instant as you swallow back Manny’s cock, your lips pulsing around him as you drag him back out of your throat again, your body feeling as if it has entire constellations burning and collapsing within you. Sucking dick makes you horny enough, but doing it while you have a hot mouth wrapping itself around your cunt? Its desire unbridled, sin unleashed, your butt stinging when a large hand suddenly pounds off it in a hard spank, Angel sucking on your clit, his tongue still nudging your bud at the same time. 

“Oh, shit, you are so fucking incredible at that!” you exclaim, hissing a breath and groaning so deeply, you almost don’t recognise the sound as your own, closing your eyes tightly before enveloping Manny in the hot suck of your mouth once more. He curses quietly, his abs twitching beneath your touch, groans all smoke and salt as you feel him twitch between your lips, Angel spanking you again, tongue lapping over your swollen clit repeatedly.  

Your legs shake with the ember gilded tingles of pleasure, ascending sharply, the thrust of two fingers into your soaking hole sending you to the borders of euphoria at speed, your release cracking through you like the surface of a frozen lake, making you feel as if you have been split in two from the sheer force of it.  

He gives you only the time it takes for him to pull a condom from his jeans and roll it on to recover, before you feel the head of his cock sliding in sumptuous tease over your folds.  

“Yeah, is this what you want, baby? Want this big dick right up in your pussy? Want me to fucking wreck you with it?”  

Pulling the long cock from your mouth, you pant out your answer. “You’d fucking better.” He hums a soft laugh, parting your walls with the girth of him, pushing hard until he reaches your summit, hands gripping your ass as he drags back again, his cock slick with the honey of your cunt.  

“Damn, that’s such a hot little pussy.” he grunts, spanking you again. “Yeah, mamas. Imma rearrange your guts, fuck.” He builds it steadily, until you’re being railed voraciously, the bed banging against the wall, your eyes darting to the floor a few times, just to make sure that Isaac remains passed out. The thrill of it is unreal, knowing that he could wake up at any moment and witness it, you being pounded by one Mayan while you have another fucking up into your mouth.  

“God damnit, baby. You’re dripping on the bed, you’re so wet. Fuck, that shit is so hot,” Angel begins, spanking you hard again. “She get this wet for you, homeboy? Oh right, you can’t answer, because your drunk ass is too passed out.”

You almost choke on Manny’s cock with laughter at his statement, nerves chilling your insides a little. Still, though, the fear doesn’t stop the wails tumbling within your throat, your mouth gagged by cock as you’re pounded in absolute frenzy. Until Isaac suddenly sits up. Manny and Angel share wide eyed looks immediately, the former raising his leg until bent at the knee to hide your face, biting his lip and trying like hell not to laugh.  

“Oh,” Isaac begins, turning away, rumbling with laughter. “Didn’t realise it was, hic, occupied.” Hauling himself up, he wobbles, almost landing on the bed, your heart in your mouth as he staggers from the room, shutting the door. 

To have that kind of reaction to sex happening in front of him, which you know he’d usually probably ask if he can at least watch, if not join in with, fuck. He really, really is hammered out of his mind. Hell, he didn’t even recognise the woman between them to be you!

“Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I was gonna pass out!” Angel yells, bursting into hysterics, resting his head down on your back for a second. “Yo, what the fuck? He didn’t even realise his old lady was getting nailed right next to him, man!”

“You alright, baby?” Manny asks, finally laughing, now he’s actually begun to breathe once more.  

You’re speechless for a few moments, wide eyed, your heart still going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, Angel kissing his way up your back, moving your hair to kiss your neck. “Can you speak?”  

Both men are near hysterical at your wide eyed, open mouthed, stunned face. “I swear, I think I just had a small heart attack! Shit!”

“Nah, that’s scheduled for about a half hour from now.” Manny vouches with a wink, his eyes casting down. “Now, get that pretty mouth back on my cock, ‘cuz you give a damned fine blow job.” Running your tongue back up his shaft, you give him a few teasing licks, Angel beginning to thrust into you again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath you to stroke at your clit.  

He has sparks skittering through you, that slow trawl of his cock giving way to frenzy once more, the coil within you tightening sharply as you edge your way to an undoing that absolutely ruins you, a hot swell rolling through you before your cunt clenches around him, your sun shining over his horizon as you come undone with a wail, Angel’s groans filthily indulgent as he fucks his release into you like a piston, chasing your waves of bliss, leaving you breathless and shaking.  

Taking a handful of your hair, he hauls you up, still splitting your fluttering pussy around his girth with gentler thrusts, biting the side of your neck. “Fuck, you just made me cum so damned hard.” he groans, laughter rippling his voice. “Gimmie ten and I’ll be back, I’ll leave you in his capable hands for now.”  

He slides from within you, removing the condom and knotting it, flicking it across the room in his usual uncouth fashion, taking another out of his pocket and throwing it at Manny. “Don’t say I never got you, bro.”  

“Appreciated, man!” he chirps, while you pick it up, removing it from the packet while Angel lights himself a cigarette and lies back across the end of the bed. Taking the condom out, you position it over the head of Manny’s cock, rolling it down with your mouth before climbing astride him, sinking down on him with a soft sigh. He fills you easily, rolling your hips down to take him deep, leaning forward to lick a long, indulgent swipe up his chest, kissing him thirstily when you reach his mouth.  

You assume you’re going to be the one in control as you sit back up, but no. Not according to Manny, who grasps your waist, holds you firm and begins to fuck up into you forcefully, spearing you rapidly, your mouth dropping open, a shrill cry pouring out.  

“Yeah, you like that cock, querida? Like being fuckin’ speared on it, huh?” he pants, eyes fixed on you, loving the way the force of each thrust makes your tits bounce. You can’t even form words, gripping his arms as you cry out.

“Oh, god! I love the way you fuck me, ahhh!” you finally manage, watching him grin. But what you love even more, is having the other dark haired, big dicked man in the room return to you, pulling you off Manny and pushing inside you again, with the express purpose of wetting his cock enough for him to fuck your ass with it. Letting you get back on Manny, he kneels behind you, spitting on his fingers and pushing them deep into your narrow passage, his other hand gripping your throat in a light clutch as he opens you up.  

“Mmmm, I’m gonna ruin this pretty little asshole, baby,” he murmurs, fingers scissoring within you, sparks illuminating down to your very bones as his teeth lay another hungry bite at your throat. Once he’s certain you’re relaxed and opened enough for him, he begins to push, the head of his cock teasing at you until your nerves jangle like wind chimes, your mouth falling open. God, sexual finesse. When Isaac last gave you anal, he barely prepared you for it and certainly wasn’t gentle. He lets you become accustomed to the stretch, Manny’s powerful rhythm beneath you slowing, Angel pushing up slowly, his hands kneading your tits. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy it. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

“Yeah, damn. She look fine as hell being split around two dicks.” Manny groans, his thumb moving to stroke at your bundle. Are all Latino guys this passionate, skilled and praising, you wonder, or have you just been chasing after too many self-centred white dudes who only thrive on their own pleasure? Either way, there is now a definite shift in your expectations from a lover.  

The further you feel Angel inching in, the better it gets, the fullness of being breeched by two iron hard cocks sending your pleasure stratospheric as you’re stroked and kissed, feeling nothing short of worshipped by them, the sounds of your groans filling the room an orchestra of sin and heat, turning your head to meet Angel’s lips as you lean back into him, your nails dragging down over the chiselled washboard of Manny’s abs as they pull you into them, make you theirs, searing pleasure into the marrow of you.  

You feel unmoored from everything other than the anchors that is them, hands wandering your body as they add a little more speed, working in perfect tandem with one another, one slipping back while the other ruts you deep, chasing the flickers of divinity that whirl through you.  

“Come on, querida, you gon’ cum for us?” Manny urges, thumb rubbing faster at your clit as he feels your soaking walls clenching hard around him.  

“Fuck yes, ahhhhh!” you sob, tears pooling your eyes, the intensity of it absolutely magmatic as they lose themselves, everything less contained, staccato thrusts bringing you to your ascension.  

“Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. We’re gonna get you there, then pin you down and cum all over you.” Angel vouches, teeth sharp at your earlobe as he groans, all sin and embers, his sweaty body dragging against yours, fingers pinching tightly at your nipples. Your release goes from smouldering tinder to all out forest fire in moments, your release making you feel as if you’re being toppled from within, muscles tensing as wave after wave washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent, still cloudy with ebbing bliss as they pull out from you and remove the latex barriers that would have caught the releases they shoot over your neck, face and tits, both falling down to bracket you, breathless and trembling.  

That night, they make you theirs another three times before you pass out in an entanglement of limbs, you being the first to wake at 9am the following morning, getting dressed and heading out, the smell of coffee filling the clubhouse, and a cup being handed to you by the SAMCRO president’s wife, a woman you’re glad likes you as much as she does, for how terrifying she is.  

“Morning, love,” Abi coos, passing you the cup of steaming good morning fuel, kissing your cheek in greeting, watching as your eyes scan around the room, looking for Isaac.  

“He’s gone, chere,” her best friend, the VP’s wife, Venus speaks from her position sitting at the bar, looking impossibly gorgeous and fresh for a woman who partied just as hard as everyone else the previous night. “We covered you, told him you’d been called into work and left already.” The way she winks, oh lord, she knows.  

Abi continues smiling, making a turning motion with her finger. “Go on, now. Back you go to your Mayan boys. A definite improvement on your usual, I have to say.”  

“You both know?” you gape, the women nodding.  

“Aye, I heard you in the early hours. Fillip had me in the room next to yours. The sounds of three people getting it on is kinda unmistakable. Good choice, though, giving them a good riding rather than that insane twat of a boyfriend of yours.”  

Of course, Abi would think that. She famously hates Isaac, your boyfriend being stupid enough to try his luck at smart mouthing her, Abi removing her shoe and smacking him in the face with it several times while threatening to blow up his bike. While he was on it. A threat you know she would have carried out, had her husband not moved in quickly to calm her down and advise Isaac that she was the very, very last woman he ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.  

“Thanks, girls,” you sigh warmly, sipping your coffee, Venus blowing you a kiss from the bar as Abi moves back to seat herself at her side.  

“Y’all give ‘em a few licks from me while you’re there, sweet thing!”

You snicker, turning to head back the way you came. “I will, Vee.”

You do, too.  

A/N - So, did you enjoy it? If so, don’t just click that heart. Leave a comment! Or even better, reblog it, too! Tagging doesn’t give writer’s visibility any longer, but reblogging their work certainly does! :)

#angel reyes #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes smut #manny mayans #manny mayans imagine #manny mayans smut #angel reyes x female reader #angel reyes fanfiction #manny mayans x female reader #manny mayans fanfiction #angel reyes x you #manny mayans x you #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc smut #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy smut

[nogenderonlyrat]

So I'm re-listening to Prime Defenders, and here are some things I decided to take note of :D

Spoilers ahead for Prime Defenders obviously

-Holy shit Dakota's voice evolves so much through the series it sounds so weird now

-Condi said that Vyncent had black hair, wtf happened to make it purple??

-Rahhh Jimmy "Looks Like A Stop-Sign" Jackson let's goooo

-William believing Vyncent about his home world at least somewhat (saying he "saw God") BECAUSE HE DIEDDD HE KNOWS ABOUT DIFFERENT WORLDS BECAUSE OF THE SPIRIT REALM

-"One time I had a dream where I thought I saw God but honestly I just woke up on an operating table and it was just a doctor" (Dakota was really giving the lore out in the very first episode damn)

-Beats by Ms. G is crazy (lo-fi beats to tactile learn to)

-Ne-Yo high schooler is crazyyy

-I kinda forgot William didn't always need to roll to use his ghost power thingies

-LE FROG'S FIRST APPEARANCE FUCK YESSS

-My bad bro it's Ze Frog right now 😒

-+11 to initiative is crazy

-"What are you gonna do with their feet, Charlie?" -Bizl

-Oh em gee Le Frog's first bank robbery

-Teehee Strider pre-name

-YOOOO he called it a back-handspring instead of just a "cartwheel" or "somersault" yippeeeee (I can do that 🔥)

-"Le Frog's lights go le out"

-"Chill bomb grooves to defuse bombs to" I need a Beats by Ms. G playlist in my life guys

-Forgot there was a time where the professional heroes answered when they called

-No way there's wires is that Among Us

-I get chills now when I hear the name "Whisperer" it's crazy

-"I've never heard of this Kermit, is he a criminal?" I love Vyncent

-YO TIDEEEEEEE FUCK YEAH

-Their warehouse base thingy looks abandoned that's gotta be kinda sketch to outsiders

-Just the first episode reminds me of how good of a campaign this is and it terrifies me for my upcoming campaign I'VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE AHHHDUEIEF

You can probably expect more of this for future episodes yayyy

#jrwi #jrwi podcast #jrwi show #jrwiblr #just roll with it #jrwi prime defenders #dakota cole #vyncent sol #jrwi vyncent #jrwi dakota #william wisp #jrwi william

[visxionery]

Revealing my desired enstars shuffle units!!! I might make more posts about each unit in particular + what songs it'll prob sound like. First is the event card and second and third is gacha card and the rest is event

but for now here's a brief look into each unit!

dystopia : they are all mystical beings that live in a dystopian world where art and order is gone.

heartthrob : think aisle with you plus atoz but spin it. This is more of a sad nostalgic kind of love unit? Like basically a we used to be in love and I long for you kind of thing. CAUSE I KNOW VALENTINES ARE LIKE HAPPY BUT I WANT SAD VALENTINES OK ARGHHHH (gets dragged out)

wonderlandz : mascot cosplay group, imagine twisted wonderland met wicked drugs and this. ill explain more on who is who <3 vetarannoruma : a group doing a documentary about investigative work but then gets caught in a ACTUAL CASE, they somehow end up on a plane- someone gets shot???!!! and ibara throws a bomb somewhere-FIND OUT MORE IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF VEGAS TRUE CRIME-

5050' : so eichi is investing shit right and then makes a bet and loses sum money idfk to RINNE AMAGI? Turns out rinne is good at investing and shit but then eichi like nuh uh ur reckless kohaku is on the shuffle cause rinne and his dirty schemes. Kanata is trolling and Tetora is burning kitchens (i'll explain i swear-)

imaging : OHOHO THIS IS A HALLOWEEN SHUFFLE, so switch makes a haunted house right and natsume is like lets do a mirror maze *casts sum spell* then SUBARU gets caught in the spell and suddenly theres multiple of them and the other three members get trapped.

dia thieves : game show where they battle for fans and try to rizz you up but then stinky pr does smth and THERES A SCANDAL?????? find out more on dia thieves : broke asf....

phantoms at the opera : OK OK I KNOW MAYOI AINT IN ERE BUT I DIDNT WANNA MAKE IT THAT OBVIOUS. So hokuto is doing sum dramatica shit and then he gets a theatre role outside and then they have to act out shit think masquerade ball BUT THEN (here's the plot twist) THEY GET THRUSTED INTO A MURDER MYSTERY GAME BY GATEKEEPER (dun dun dunn!!!) SHIT HAPPENS NAGISA GETS INTO A CULT TSUMUGI IS HANGING OFF A LEDGE REI ALMOST DIES HOKUTO WRU and madara is yo mama.

CU2+ : So midori and hajime has been part of a buddy system made by es to cultivate good relationships between fellow idols, but they chat anon they all do so no one knows who each other is. Midori has been feeling a bit down lately and the rest of the support grp helps him but then everyone puts on a false persona because they want to be a better version of themselves. Hajime wants them to all meet in the real world at around 2 plus, but Midori has other plans...

Parasol : ARASHI WEARS A SUNDRESS TWO PIECE I REPEAT ARASHI WEARS A- basis is its a modelling gig and compared to arashi chiaki is TERRIBLE DAWG i love you chiaki but i know you can willingly go without bathing so on the day of the shoot they put so much effot in bad weather strucks and ITS A BRINK OF A NATURAL DISASTER.....but arashi is stuck and all alone....

PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS THOUGHTS JUST YAP IN MY COMMENTS I LOVE TO RAMBLE ABT THEM <3

#ensemble stars #enstars #yuzuru fushimi #eichi tenshouin #tori himemiya #wataru hibiki #subaru akehoshi #hokuto hidaka #mao isara #makoto yuki #shu itsuki #mika kagehira #madara mikejima #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #adonis otogari #koga oogami #chiaki morisawa #tetora nagumo #kanata shinkai #shinobu sengoku #midori takamine #yuta aoi #hinata aoi #arashi narukami #tsukasa suou #ritsu sakuma #izumi sena #leo tsukinaga #keito hasumi

[veroneverleft]

Cars Outside

Ghost (Simon Riley x (Vixen)Fem!Reader)

TW: Angst, Cursing, Death, mdni, mentions of trauma

Summary: You and Simon had an argument right before an mission, and when it goes downwards, you get shot trying to protect him.

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I'm packin' my bags that I didn't unpack the last time.

"(Y/N) this mission has high risks, You're not coming." Simon tells her, as she stared at him with disbelief as he continued getting his gear ready "Me? Not coming? Simon- I'm the bomb specialist in this team, and the mission needs one! What do you mean 'm not coming?" She said as she also started wearing her vest and and get her gear ready, But Simon stops her "Take your vest off. Thats an order." He said coldly, she rolls her eyes and shakes his hand off

But you know the truth, I'd rather hold you

Than try to catch this flight.

"Price has already assigned me to be in this mission, don't bullshit me with your 'orders', I'm coming an thats final." She said as she finished wearing her vest and place her gear in its designated places.

.

I don't wanna leave you

The mission went shit. They were surrounded, enemies left and right and any direction they look at theres an enemy approaching. "We're compromised we need back-up! Were low on ammo!" Simon said over the comms, Vixen heard this, Price told her to stay low, but soap and ghost were in a dangerous position, "Vixen stay put. Do not engage." Price said, She stood there as she listened Simon through comms. Finally having enough she took off, running away from the parked EVAC "Vixen!" Price shouted yet she was long gone.

I don't wanna leave you

She ran and ran, asking where to go. "Northwest- the small shop- fuck- careful- enemies scattered around the whole street, over" Soap said over comms as she soon found their location, the streets were indeed filled with enemies, she quickly loaded her gun, making a run for it, killing the soldiers that were now alerted by her presence, as she ran inside the shop "Go out the back door!" She shouted, as Soap quickly ran out, using his remaining bullets to clean a path, Ghost followed soap after, she watched Simon run, all of a sudden she yelled his codename, before running and pushing him to the side before a loud gnshot was heard. Then there was a deafening sound. She tried to focus her vision and listen, yet it was all a blur, she couldn't hear the man who was begging her-

Not to close her eyes. It reminded him when his brother died, like history was repeating itself. The nightmare all over again.

She can hear him but it was faint. "Keep your eyes open Vixen!" "Don't do this to me!" "Stay awake goddamnit!" She couls hear him. "Ghost.." She mumbled weakly. "Yes thats it love, talk to me, keep your eyes open" He said, Yo can hear the worrg n his voice. "I'm sorry.." She said, last thing she heard was a plead. "Don't die on me please!" Before everything went black.

. . .

They arrived at the EVAC. She was dead on arrival. She's lost too much blood due to being shot in the lungs, the bullet grazing her heart. They arrived back at base, the whole ride was silent. As ghost was left with his thoughts.

'I told you it was dangerous..'

Don't wanna leave you anymore.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon x reader #simon riley #ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #mw2 angst #mw2 #call of duty mwii #angst imagine #tw death #argument

[xo-urban]

Yo yo! please can I request a John “soap” McTavish x male reader where him, soap and ghost are partnered up for a mission when suddenly, shadow company ambush them forcing them to split off. Reader finds himself hiding behind a building trying to contact ghost and soap when Suddenly the building exploded due to a bomb being planted inside of it. Reader gets stuck under the rubble and can’t contact anyone because he can barely breath and can’t see - thinking he’s going to die. Ghost and soap miraculously find him and get him out and to an infirmary once they get back to base. Turns out one of his legs go to badly injured and impaled that they had to amputate it off and soap is all lovin’ and is there for him to comfort reader 🫶

cheers mate and make sure to stay hydrated 💪

Damn you for this 😭/pos

I’ll Always Love You the Same

Pairing: John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Male Reader

Summary: A mission goes wrong and you lose more than you could ever imagine, but Soap is by your side to help you through everything.

Warnings: Blood, angst, fluff otherwise

Word count: 1620

“I’m afraid they've been.. Detained.”

Much was a blur but you remember shots being fired left and right, your head was a mess with the sudden action but your aim game was on point. You growled as you shot your enemies that appeared before Soap and Ghost began to run off. You took this as your signal to escape as well, running into the cover of darkness that fogged the forest by night.

You kept on running, heart pounding in your head, frantic or multiple footsteps following you. You don’t know where you were going but you prayed to god you made it out alive. You ran fast enough to lose your enemies for a bit, shaking them off your tail as you emerge from the forest. You panted, seeking shelter in a building that was fully emptied out. You cursed to yourself, grabbing the radio strapped to your chest, speaking quietly into it, “This is Bravo 7-1, how copy?”

You were met with static on the other end, words of your teammates barely slipping through. “A- static. -rh”

You swore under your breath as you walked deeper into the building, rifle raised and ready to fire at any given moment. It was so eerily quiet, you hated every moment. Where was Soap? Where was your beloved man you swore to marry to crack a joke now? You hated the silence, and it didn’t help that your radio was only receiving static.. Well, mostly static.

Suddenly you heard a step. Being armed with your trusty rifle, you decided to investigate. You followed the sound to a small room. It was dark, you could barely make out what was even in there. You flicked your light on, widening at the sight.

That room was set with explosives of all kinds, you could barely name, surrounding the walls as a voice behind you laughed. You were set up, chased into a corner with nowhere to run, you were an idiot to have followed, and now you’re facing an untimely death.

“Fool..” The voice laughed maniacally, “What a fool you are!”

“SHIT!” You turned around, rifle pointing and firing. A good dozen of bullets into the man’s body.

And you ran.

As fast as you could.

Away from death.

Away as far as you could.

…

But you wished damn well you could run faster.

You heard a click, almost too small to be heard before a glass shattering blast rang through the whole building. The wave of force threw you off your feet, smashing you against a wall. You groaned as you slump to the ground, “Fuck!” You cursed through gritted teeth. You head spun and yours ears rang, a red pool of warmth dripping from your head as you tried to get up.

‘No. no. no. It doesn’t end here!’

Your head screamed as your body ached with every movement. Cracks sounded louder than earthquakes as the building shook, the seams that held the building together snapped and you found yourself praying you make it out. Debris began to fall around you and you can tell the whole building was collapsing.

“SOAP!!” You cried in efforts to try and make it out.

But that flame of hope was quickly extinguished as the building came down on you in your last efforts, burying you under piles of heavy concrete and dirt, almost suffocating you as the air was forced out of you, leaving you gasping for breath.

—---

“Haven’t heard from your boyfriend for a while.” Ghost stated, not helping the anxiousness Soap felt as he rubbed his face. “Been trying to reach out but I haven’t been getting any response.” Soap sighed, he knew something was wrong but he always knew to trust you that you’ll always make it out alive. “He’ll be fine Johnny, just take a bre-”

Static began to go through to their end and your voice was picked up on your other end. “Someone- please help.. I’m stuck.. Building came down.. just - please don’t leave me here..!” Soap’s heart dropped at your voice, it was scratchy, weak and desperate to cling onto what life you still had in you. “I’m coming love!” He quickly began to move. “Ghost! Follow my lead, we don’t got time!” Soap commanded as he began running to the building he watched collapse. He didn’t think you were in there, but- “Fuck!” Soap cursed as he ran, as fast as his legs could.

—---

You groaned in pain, body going limp after you grabbed your radio to speak to your teammates, if they heard you at all. You smiled in relief when you heard Soap’s voice through the ringing in your ears.

But you were exhausted and couldn’t keep your eyes opened any longer, murmuring a small apology as a tear slipped out of you eye before your world turned black.

—-

Soap dropped his gun as he ran into the pile of debris, almost crying after finding you unconscious with your lower half crushed under a mountain of shit that came down, head bleeding, and a radio in your hand in your last attempts to stay wake before blacking out.

He rushed over to you, pushing and pulling as much concrete off of you before Ghost made an appearance to hurry the process. “We need to get out of here.”Ghost warned as he heard cars pull up not too far away. Soap pulled you out from under, cursing at himself for not being able to keep you safe.

“Let’s get out of here!”

—--

You awoke with a massive headache and a painful sore throat. You were about to reach up to scratch it but a warm hand refrained you from doing so. You peeled your eyes open, groaning at the blinding light, squeezing the unknown hand in your own.

“You’re awake!” The man beside you stood up, pulling you into a hug as your vision cleared. “Soap..?” You croaked, cringing from how bad you felt as you sat up, facing Soap who pulled away from the hug with tears in his eyes. “Thought we lost you there.. Thought I lost you there..” He cried as you cupped his cheek, pulling him into a soft kiss.

“I’m alive aren’t I? It’ll take more than hell to get rid of me..” You cried, happy to have made it out of there to see another day, to see soap for another day.

You were gonna move your legs but your smile dropped when you couldn’t feel them.

Soap stood back, bracing himself for the wave of emotions he’s prepared himself for. You pulled the blanket covering you to your side, eyes widening at what you saw.

Your legs. From the knees down, were gone. You let out a sob, you couldn't believe it.

You were pulled into Soap’s embrace, his words barely making it to your ears as you shouted and sobbed into him. You were lost and hell you don’t even know if your bright future was gonna shine as bright now. You grasped his arms, sobbing and hiccuping as you begged and begged, praying this wasn't real in your heavy state of denial.

Soap was calming you down, easing your mind with every minute that passed, rubbing your back, hugging you close, whispering reassuring words to you as you let everything out. “It’s gonna be okay.. I’m here love..”

“You don’t hate me?” You whimpered.

“Never.. I’ll keep on loving you till the end of time..” Soap whispered, brushing some hair behind your ear before pulling you into a kiss.

—-

You’ve left the army but still kept in contact with your former teammates. They visit when they can and you welcome them every time. Despite being heavily depressed at your new life, you’ve gotten over it, Soap talks or writes to you whenever he’s free, you love him for it.

Today marked the day.

The day that changed your physical life. The end of a miracle and the start of another.

The front door creaked opened as Soap walked over to you with a soft smile. “I’ve got you a.. Gift” He smiled as he handed you a large box wrapped in fun pink paper. You laughed at his childish choice but it didn’t bother you.

You gasped, a grin on your face as you pulled out a metal pair of prosthetic legs. Almost in disbelief. “I’ll be with you on your way to recovery.. 141 missed you a lot, love.. I miss you.. Can’t stand not being by your side now..” Soap smiled.

You lunged at him, capturing him in a tight hug before you pressed your lips against his own as tears slipped down your face, thanking him over and over again, telling him how grateful you were to have him in you life and by your side, telling him how you swore to marry him when you both are able to leave behind all this violence.

“I’ll love you.. Always and forever..”

—-

It’s been months with recovery, you are able to run and walk with your legs Soap gave you. You managed to get back on the team with a few conditions, including Soap rubbing ointment on your scarred legs after a mission.

He spoiled you in kisses and affection all the time, you wouldn’t have asked for any more. This was everything you wished for.

You went to kiss Soap on his head once more as the two of you laid in your shared bed, prosthetics right beside you.

“I love you..you’re still the same ol’ you I fell in love with..” Soap grinned as he looked up at you.

“I love you too, wouldn’t trade anything for you..” You smiled as he captured you in another kiss.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #male reader #soap x male reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x male reader #modern warefare 2 #men crying

[somewhere-over-the-rynbow]

Thoughts while listening to Death Shroud:

SPOILERS AHEAD. Obviously.

• nicknicknicknicknicknick

• Ellie where are you getting coffee

• what do you put in your coffee???

• “There aren’t many spare parts for you Nick” why can’t you use gen 2 synth parts?

• Goodneighbor? THIS EARLY? MY BITCH IS BACK?!

• HANCOCK HANCOCK HAN- Hancock? HANCOCK!?

• THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON THIRD RAIL

• HANCOCK!!!!!

• wait why would Nick order a drink

• KENT KENT KENT KENT KENT KENT KENT-

• KENT NO-

• omg canon Nora real???

• Nick stop encouraging Hancock’s chem use

• how the hell are they gonna get Hancock into Diamond City

• cram! It’s meat… mostly!

• DID THEY KILL ELLIE

• thank GOD ellie is safe

• “drab upstairs apartment” lmao they said your interior decorating skills suck nick

• Nick “The Dick” Valentine

• Okay WHO is charlie????

• damn what did the Minutemen do to y’all

• Nick 4 Mayor

• who even is the mayor of Diamond City now

• John “Hold Me Back Nicky!” Valentine Hancock

• that was supposed to say Hancock, but Valentine was accidentally typed and that’s funnier.

• 3/4 families are missing their daily intake of processed powder cheddar? Believable.

• ayo time skip?

• lmao Seth Patrick Day

• OMG REMINISCING ABOUT THE PREWAR GOD I LOVE THIS OLD MAN SO MUCH

• D I M A ! ?

• omg Nick and Nora are besties <3

• OMG ALL THE COMPANIONS HANG OUT!?

• Hancock you’re already back <3

• oh Moe,,,, never stop lying babe

• his source is “i made it the fuck up”

• The Mechanist is back????? Hello???

• salty bitch. can you leave Sole and Co alone like goddamn

• Is the Mechanist a Synth now?

• THE CHILDREN OF ATOM?????

• wait no

• NO

• YOU CANT DO AN AD NOW WHAT

• WHAT ABOUT PIPER??? CAIT???

• I don’t care who Nick Valentine sends, I am NOT eating sugar bombs

• did they fucking nuke Piper

• THEY FUCKING NUKED THEM!?

• NORA!!!!!

• omg Shaun :)

• omg Nick :(

• omg Danse???? Why are you here what

• hdjdjdjd say hi to your big brother Nick, Danse

• “don’t touch me” lmao

• oh FUCK MACCREADY

• oh no. strong left. that’s… so sad…

• Protective mom Nora!

• NORA AND HANCOCK NORA AND HANCOCK

• I love them all so much oh my god

• this is a fucked up family reunion

• ugh FUCK maxson all my homies hate maxson

• “An old flame” “Seriously? I wanna see how that works” Hancock is asking what we’re all thinking

• bro can Nora have anything

• I can not believe that Hancock and Danse are friends now lol

• lmao don’t rob the vault tec rep

• wait. why didn’t Nora invite him to Sanctuary :(

• HIS NAME IS MACK!?

• god I love you so much Mack

• omg this trio can NOT be good lol (Nora, Hancock, Danse)

• Nora how the fuck is Hancock lifting Danse

• “Danse, scan the building, use infrared vision to pick up vitals” “I don’t have infrared vision” “Really? So much for human 2.0” he’s such a smart ass I love him

• FEV conjoined twins???? Omg that’s so fucking cool

• Hancock, stealing is bad

• Hancock, Florida is bad

• lmao Danse is bitter about Nora taking Nick instead of him haha

• Oh shit they got Lorenzo’s crown? Nora you can’t leave this shit laying around girl

• OMG PSYKERS

• Nora really. You freed Lorenzo??? You dummy

• okay so Hancock and Danse aren’t really friends now lol, they just kinda tolerate each other. Real.

• “No, are you nuts? He’s armored, dual wielding, and you’re wearing a 16th century nightgown!” “You unpatriotic son of a-” “Hush, damn it!” these three are so important to me

• UNITY???? UNITY!? no way they’re doing a Master plot right?

• so is this the same mechanist as in the automatron DLC?

• damn these 3 are agile

• omg not Hancock’s coat!!!!

• oh fuck the silver shroud and mechanist fused

• can we please discuss how fucking disgusting yum yum deviled eggs sound. How the fuck were they preserving eggs. Why would you make prepackaged deviled eggs??? I always thought that was such a weird pick for a food lol

• YO WHY ARE WE AT SANCTUARY

• uh oh. UH OH.

• WHERE IS SHAUN.

• can y’all let Nora have ONE THING god DAMN

• OH THANK GOD CODSWORTH

• I cant believe they canoned Nora and Danse being together,,,, damn

• omg Hancock please don’t traumatize Shaun

• Hancock do NOT give Shaun alcohol oh my god

• THEY KILLED MAMA MURPHY :(

• can they stop killing my favorite old people

• omg I forgot about you Nick lol

• hey Charlie? What the fuck

• DONT FUCKING HUMAN NICK-

• do NOT kill Mack PLEASE

• KELLOGG!???? WHY ARE YOU HERE

• bro can Nora have ANYTHING damn-

• can’t have shit in the commonwealth fr

• AMARI WHAT THE FUCK

• OMG KELLOGG NICK THING IS TIED UP!?

• Mack you are fucking useless (I still love you though)

• why are we talking about puppies what

• oh my god :(

• OH FUCK A BOMB?

• Nick… you fucking plug yourself into computers???? hacker supreme

• omg he’s so robot

• omg Mack you are so papaw

• it’s cre-shendo not cre-sendo

• Nick you are NOT captain america omg

• shit I guess he is captain America

• poor papaw has had such a day let him go home Nick

• “I’m not asking!” DAMN nick

• WHAT. HOW DID HE CALL A CAB.

• HOW DOES HE HAVE A PHONE???? WHAT JUST HAPPENED???? WHAT

• this is so funny what the fuck is happening

• WHY IS EVERYONE ACTING LIKE THIS IS NORMAL WHAT

• YOU CANT CUT TO A VIM AD NOW HUH

• ok it is kinda funny to imagine a salesman in power armor lol

• Huh. Cannibals will eat ghouls. Interesting.

• learn to drive? How? What driving schools are there???

• okay the idea of a cab driver in the commonwealth is so funny. But how the fuck did Jefferson come into existence-

• NICK CAN WALK UNDERWATER????

• WHAT. IS NICK A TIME LORD!?

• WHAT IS HAPPENING. WHAT. NICK. NICK WHAT IS HAPPENING. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

• WAIT IS 47 THE UNDERWATER VAULT!?

• Mack is so real lol

• HIS NAME IS DAVID DWECKER!? I THOUGHT IT WAS MACK

• omg David my beloved peepaw

• 747683 is not 5 digits Nick

• Champion of Justice???? What?

• WHY WOULD THE CODE BE SHROUD?????

• maybe I’m missing something?????? It is 6 am lol

• I’m sorry, did Nick magic a fucking vault into existence

• CRYOPOD!!!!!! TWO YEARS AGO???? WHAT.

• time to wake up bitch

• NICK STOP MAGICING

• … what? THE SILVER SHROUD!?

• WHAT IS HAPPENING

• but… the shroud… isn’t real… did Nick just create the fucking Silver Shroud?

• it should be 2289, not 2287

• “Same words Hancock uttered after smoking a tire that one time…” huh???? Nick and Hancock hang out lol

• EMOJI???? HOW DO THEY KNOW WHAT EMOJI’S ARE!????

• I’m sorry, I can’t get over Nick Valentine accidentally bringing fucking Batman into existence simply for the drama of it all

• Poor David lol

• How The fuck is Nick gonna explain all this to Nora, Danse, and Hancock

• HOW DOES THE SHROUD KNOW JEFFERSON????

• oh. Ok. That makes sense.

• this is like the world’s strangest fanfiction

• NICK. STOP DOING MAGIC. OH MY GOD.

• WHY ARE NORA AND DANSE HERE. WHO IS DEAD. WHAT.

• WHERE IS HANCOCK!?

• WHY IS THE SHROUD CASUALLY A PART OF THEIR GROUP NOW

• MACCREADY IS DEAD!? WHY IS HE HERE. WHERE DID HE COME FROM.

• Okay, I’m starting to think that Nick managed to get high off Jet or smth

• who is the duke????

• “sociopath science daddy in slacks” What the hell maccready

• “just one more job” thanks. Gonna go sob now

• omg fancy lad snack cakes my beloved

• omg Hancock is in his Robin era

• wow. Just remembered Kent is dead. Devastating

• pay your employees Shroud.

• An old lady, the Silver Shroud, and Hancock get into a cab…

• why is no one questioning this cab

• honestly though. I understand why Hancock isn’t. He probably just thinks he’s hallucinating lol.

• “Fish Lips Malone!” what. is happening. I’m as confused as Hancock is…

• “activate passive aggressive restraint!” What is that????

• Hancock why do you know every criminal.

• “yes indeed my flesh peeling friend!”

• “man I have never seen anyone who needs to be laid more than you do” “finally someone else says it” oh my GOD I love Hancock so much (and Jefferson. Man, do I love Jefferson.)

• “omg Hancock we’ve been waiting for you! Oh… and the shroud’s here, too…” just like me fr

• Is the Silver Shroud an incel…

• THEY MEDUSA’D MAGNOLIA!?

• lmao everyone else hates Johnny Guitar?

• KELLOGG GET THE FUCK OUT.

• Hancock you are REMARKABLY casual about the dead man in your booth

• The Silver Shroud is a short king lol

• why is Kellogg the only one who thinks the shroud being here is weird

• Nora is an “uppity broad” lol

• why are y’all dissing Hancock, leave my man alone-

• Just gotta say… it’s a great day to be a Hancock stan

• THE DUKE IS THE MECHANIST!?

• what. A literal rat faced man? Why does he have 3 arms?

• Hm. They still do beehive hair, huh? I’m kinda impressed

• what do you mean they turned Louie into a mole rat using the creation engine

• “stay low to the ground, my crusty companion!”

• THEY TURNED THE SILVER SHROUD’S GUN INTO A DOG????

• THEY TURNED HANCOCK INTO A STATUE NO-

• how could they do this to me.

• the Silver Shroud can say fuck. Nice

• omg wait

• Hancock is… Hancock’s… he’s…

• he’s stoned

• ba-dum-tsh

• Travis, please don’t sexually harass all of Diamond City

• I’m more than half way through this and I genuinely have no clue what’s going on lol

• omg they legit are using the creation engine huh

• HANCOCK???? YOURE BACK??? WHY DID YOU DRINK GASOLINE!???

• I wanna have tea with god…

• Dr… Satan?

• HAROLD!? WHY ARE YOU HERE????

• Nora 🤝 Harold

never getting to rest

• I think it’s very funny that Hancock is just… back.

• damn they all got stoned

• and the stone is gone again

• what even is the point of the stone lol

• THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!?

• OH MY GOD

• OH MY GOD

• OH MY GOD

• THEY KILLED THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!?

• who is… showing up…

• WHO IS OBEDIAH BLACKHALL

• Damn. Bye bye Obediah.

• I genuinely can’t remember what started this lmao

• Oh fuck, Kellogg is back…

• omg they broke the scarab!!!

• what do you mean by too many voices

• too many characters??????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT

• WHY IS IT JUST NICK AND THE SHROUD VS REALITY

• they are SO remarkably calm

• “see if you can… blind him with some… bullets to the face” yeah that should do it Nick

• “my speed should give me the upper hand” your what Nick

• WHY IS NICK SUPER FAST WHAT

• … they’re summoning bitches now? A Grognak bitch? WHY ARE YOU HERE?

• wait. Nora is the one magicing?

• oh wait. You mean that Nora was the silver shroud for a while. Right? What is happening.

• The Silver Shroud is really good at sticking to his bit lol

• OMG NORA BECAME THE SILVER SHROUD AND CHANGED REALITY?????

• Silver Shroud speed runs an existential crisis

• uh oh

• uh oh

• uh oh

• reality is literally crumbling

• SHEOGORATH!?

• oh fuck Bethesda is crumbling

• GLADOS!?

• THE JOKER!!!!!???

• CLAPTRAP!!!!!!!????

• Poor Nick…

• can you guys stop having relationship issues when I’m on the phone with my dentist

• SNIPER?????

• GLADOS is hitting on Nick Valentine. Yeah. Okay.

• “Thank you, intelligent sociopathic blender!”

• at no point could I have predicted this.

• they gave Nick a portal gun.

• he is opening a portal on the moon.

• they are essentially creating a black hole.

• How The FUCK is Nick supposed to mentally handle all of this

• GLADOS didn’t even get to say goodbye :/

• omg they’re in the creation engine

• OH MY GOD THEY ARE IN TODD HOWARD’S BRAIN????

• Jesus Christ, poor fucking Nick

• Hey, you. You’re finally awake.

• what do you mean it was all a dream

• how did Nick fall asleep

• is everyone alive??????

• wow. Huh. What.

#fallout #fallout 4 #death shroud #fo4 #nick valentine #hancock #fo4 hancock

[imaginedreamwrite]

How would the morning after Steve's Birthday look like for HR reader, Steve and Bucky?

There was an uncertain time that had passed between you attending Steve’s birthday party celebration and the late hours bleeding into early morning fucking that left you reeling.

You were sore, your body ached from being tossed around and screwed, shared between Steve & Bucky while being stretched and toyed with. Every inch of your body ached, every single part of you was sore and weary.

You felt it when you woke up in their Alaskan king bed alone, the ache between your legs and pleasured bruises that would appear soon. You were thrown through the ringer and with every exchange of saliva, every stroke of their cocks inside you had brought you immense pleasure.

And soreness.

Your exhaustion had bled into consciousness, and as you made sense of the world you realized you needed to get out. You had to escape before it was too late, before they came back and found you or worse, before any of the other stark employees found you leaving their room. If they had, and you had been caught, it would be a serious conflict of interest to be their HR rep.

Scrambling from the bed, you tripped on the sheets and landed in the carpet beneath the frame. You crawled on your hands and knees to find your dress, ripping it from the floor while remaining ignorant to the strips of cloth that lay scattered elsewhere. Even if you could find all the lingerie, it was ruined now.

“I’ve gotta get out of here.” You screwed up, willingly letting your emotions get the better of you to allow yourself to be fucked.

Now you had to do the walk of shame, something you hadn’t done since college.

With your dress in hand you yanked the material up your legs, over your hips and breasts only to find yourself at an impasse when it came to the back. You wouldn’t have been able to do it yourself without some help and the idea of waiting around was not possible.

“Shit!” You squeaked and frantically looked around the room for something to aid you, finally settling on a button down thrown across the back of a chair. “Shit, shit, shit!”

You yanked the shirt over your head and knotted it at your waist, the temporary fix working well enough for you to leave. After you’d found your missing heels, you slipped from the bedroom and tiptoed down the hall, mindful of where Steve or Bucky could have been.

Truthfully, the sex was phenomenal. It was the best you’d ever had, and the strain on your body was proof. You were ragged, you were sore and worked over.

But it was still awkward. To you, it was a confession of your feelings and a giant leap off of the Grand Canyon that you weren’t ready for.

Instead of taking baby steps, you dive bombed head first.

“Don’t get caught, don’t get caught.” You walked slowly, finding their place quiet yet cozy and you’d wondered if they were in the apartment at all.

There was a soft melody playing from the radio, and a few gifts still in bags on the counter but no verbal or physical sign of Steve or Bucky.

It wasn’t until you’d gotten closer to the front door that you’d heard the sound of running water somewhere in their place. You didn’t know whether that was from a shower somewhere in the apartment, or maybe laundry on the last few minutes of the cycle but it scared you.

“Get out,” you told yourself, clutching your heels and bag to your chest before you’d slipped out and closed the door behind you.

You had a one track mind, a goal that drove you to the elevator. You were going to slip away without being caught, you were going to leave and then you could return to a state of denial.

You watched the elevator climbing floors and the numbers increasing up above the doors. You watched and waited with bated breath as the floor you needed was reached and your escape could be made. You had been so eager to flee that you’d taken a step forward, and crashed into a wall of muscles.

“Leaving already, baby?” Bucky caught you, his hands resting on your shoulders while he pushed you back out of the elevator, a teasing smirk on his face. “Without saying goodbye?”

“Bucky please-!” You half-pleaded with him, verbally fighting back whilst he physically guided you to walk backwards. “I have to go-”

“We’re not done with you yet.” Bucky’s soft hand cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “We have so much more to do.”

“Buck-”

“I hope you’re hungry, sweetheart.” Steve spoke over you, stepping out of their apartment with a smirk to match Bucky’s. “Can’t leave before aftercare.”

[wazabii]

NIPPLE PIERCING | BAJI KEISUKE

summary: you are an owner of a tattoo + piercing shop and a pretty boy books an appointment to get both. Reblogs are appreciated~

content warning: piercings and tattoo's, dom reader , pretty boy, semi-public, baji , i know nothing abt tattoo shops, I wrote this at 1:07 in the morning, reader is referred to master,{y/n}-

minors do not read! if you do you will be tainted ig? >:(

Working as a tattoo artist is not as easy as it seems. Sure, it lets your imagination run wild but the constant fear of disappointing your customers and ruining a tattoo is always there.

It's been a long ass day for you and you can't wait to skedaddle the fuck outa the shop, but God was remembering all the bad things you've done like come on man! Burning a child molester's house down with him in it is not a sin!

The sound of the bell in the shop chiming indicated that someone has entered the shop.

'I really need to change the closing time to 30 minutes earlier so they don't come in one minute before the closing time.'

Miss girl was done with life.

One thing great about being a female tattoo and piercing artist was that girls aren't afraid or that shy with you. That's why you more successful than yo big bro ;).

Sure you've had a couple o crushes and minor flings here and there but nothing was serious the other party knew this was not going to escalate more than a make out and neither did they disagree with that.

But boy was your last customer hot. He was panting with glossy sweat trickling down to his neck rose red tongue slightly sticking out and silky black hair looking like he just modeled for a Sunsilk ad. He has some good fashion sense too, with a midnight black choker with multiple silver chains attached to it , amber see-through shirt and lose marine blue jeans.

' Thank god I haven't closed yet! If i did i would have missed this amazing opportunity!'

" hey! What can i do for you?" You said in a slightly raspy and tired voice. And god, was that shit hot.

"Thank god Im not late....." The pretty boy muttered.

"Hey! I was thinking if you're not running late for anything and if you can..... May i get a tattoo and piercing please?"

"Where do you want to get it and do you have a picture of what you want to get?"

" I went it on my chest and the piercing i wantitonmynipple " his words were fumbled and you can't exactly understand them

" honey im gonna need you to speak a little slower on the piercing part"

" I want piercing on ...... my ..ni- nipples" Finally he got the clogged up words out of his mouth but he feels pretty embarrassed about having to say that in front of a lady that is so pretty godly amazing eye-catching magnificent wonderful blessed seggs- ok i'll stop >:).

" OHHH you wanna nip piercinmg? Don't worry hon i've done piercing on a few girls before but not on a guy that's a handsome as you~"

He was ready to bomb himself for the embarrassment but the praise sent blood gushing to his cheeks and especially t his dick-

"Come'on hun gotta lay down... unless you want it standing up"

You tried easing the stranger which you found out his name is keisuke. A hot name for a hot stranger-

the tattoo was easy a feathery arrow with a small pair of chopsticks acting as it's bow.

You deid to innturupt the silence.

" yu know? Funny how a few hours ago a blondie asked for the same tattoo as you. You know em' ?"

"Did he have an undercut and greenish blueish eyes?"

"so you do know him..... a tat for best friends?"

"yeah........BUT IT WAS A DARE"

Keisuke looked like he is pretty embarrassed about getting the tattoo but you find it adorable how eyes darting from left to right wanting to meet anything but yours, the tip of his ears are dusted with a coat of rosy pink.

'if his ears and neck are such a beautifully flushed shade of pink i wonder how flushed his dic- Y/N STOP BEGONE HORNY THOUGHTS'

Stuck in your........ interesting thought process, you couldn't hear baji calling you.

"-Y- EY- HEY? Miss tattoo artist? I've been calling you quite afew times..... are you okay? And you've already finished my tattoo...."

oh. i'm done with his tattoo? since when?

Oh. OH- it's time for the piercing-

I know that I've done this a shit ton of times but gah damn I feel like a train wreck.

A speck of flush sprinkled on his cheeks 😏 as he slowly almost as he was teasing you pulled his shirt off.

OH MA LAWDY LAWD IS THIS MAN 🙏 so damn fineeeee😫😫😫 meaty arms that flex unconsciously as he moves to cover himself pecs that look like real boobies #stanmanboobies.

"s-stop starina-hh"

it's as if your hands had a mind of theyre own. Moving the pads of your fingers around his cotton pink nipples. Steadily swirling them to the background music of the shop. "take it slow put it down on me" and indeed you took it slow just like the lyrics had said.

You ripped of your shirt which now left you with only a sports bra, and climbed on top of the pretty boy. Ploddingly grinding on his rampant crotch you took the tie that was ripped off with the shirt and tied his wrist together.

"M-mas-ter-r sto-p teasiNG"

Master. Master was all he said and only that was needed to makeyou loose all self control.

"you're so sensitive baby~" the tiredness in your voice vanishing instantly and getting replaced with a mischievous tone.

"master please please please PLeASe"

"please what baby i don't know what you're saying" you almost started feeling bad as you know you were being a little mean but KEY WORD: ALMOST.

"ma-master..." keisuke looked ashamed of saying it out loud but you weren't gonna move unless he says it. #airforceenergy #periot

Keisuke looked into your eyes clearly flustered but says it anyways.

"master please ride my dick suck it DO WHATEVER. JUST PLEase use me...." voice gradually shrinking, he pleaded with the last braincell he had.

#wazabii #baji keisuke #tounge piercing #sub baji #tokrev x dom!reader #sub tokyo revengers #sub tokrev #baheehee #sub keisuke #like #c #omment #repost